sick in the head for a bunny right now. the way they sit so coy as if they don't notice how I stare at their thighs. the way they flash a grin as if I don't remember how hard they bit into my collar last night. the way they beckon me over as if they don't know I'm wrapped around their finger like a wolf that forgets all it's strength the second it locks eyes with what should be it's prey. should be. but lord if I'm not weak at the knees for that pretty cottontail that plays me so right
speaking of weak at the knees, I drop to mine. crawl on the floor like a fucking dog. a big hungry dog that looks even more brutish in a black leather collar than without. but I wear it. for them. and they wear one for me. so sleek on their neck. all fine details and white leather with a nice little tag. spent a pretty penny on it. had to. my bunny deserves nice things and they jumped all over me when it finally came and they got to wear it. so sweet. so fucking sweet. I'd buy them whatever they wanted to see how they light up to unwrap a gift
love to make myself the gift for them. dress up all smart how they like. let them tug at the tie. pull off the sweater. undo the buttons. they get so flustered with the belt, like it more when I'm the one to remove it. unwrapping me like I'm some sort of prize. as if they're not the most perfect thing I've ever seen
they're tugging me on top. they love handling my body despite the fact I'm taller and stronger. they're pulling me into a kiss and I melt when they call me baby as if I'm something soft. I'm pushing inside their hole and I'm nipping and grunting because it's all I can do to release this pent up need to rut like a feral fucking animal inside my bunny. and they see that. and they know that. and when they wrap their legs around me they whisper that they want me to breed them and thats all it takes for the lust to consume me and I'm nothing but a wolf devouring a rabbit that takes me in all my sickness
thrusts so hard I know they'll bruise. thrusts so deep I know they won't be able to walk. thrusts so frantic it's making noises that are only heard in the pits of hell because it's pure fucking sin to be making them. nothing pure or gentle in this. no. it's disgusting. deplorable. depraved. the type of sex that takes so much trust to build and so much more to break. and fuck do I break them. break them so fucking good. snap the tethers to reality they still gripped onto and sink them into being a dumb little mess of moans. can't even make words anymore. so blissed out being railed like they need. like they deserve. being fucked and bit and gripped and hurt. every nerve in their body overloading their brain until little whines are all that escapes
mine. all mine. my bunny. my baby. my perfect cottontail that I'd worship every second of the day if I could. I get too possessive when I'm like this. but they enjoy that. and they love it when I say I'm theirs too. all yours bunny. your wolf. your baby. your stupid dog that thinks with the cock that feels so fucking good every time it's inside you. made for it bunny. made for me
they let me go until I'm spent. drained completely. their body slack as I pull them against my chest. coo and kiss and play with their hair. drenched in sweat. the little hum that tells me they feel safe in my arms. so safe cottontail. took me so well. always take such good care of me. they slur their words when they tell me their favourite parts. so tired when they cup my cheek and kiss me shallow. it melts me when I do this. and I have to carry them to the bath to wash up so I don't cry at how soft they make me. the shift in space always brings out their laugh. so light and joyous. I laugh too because nothing is ever that serious with them. I wash their body and we count the new bruises. they wash my back and inspect how deep their nails dug in. we linger till the waters cold because I never want this moment to end
but I always adore laying with them in bed. dark and close. their head on my chest. they always drift off first. little snores slip out when they're exhausted and I always find it charming. I press my lips to the top of their head and say thank you one last time before I drift off. and I'm excited to revisit them in my dreams and replay tonight over and over. even asleep they have this hold over me I can't shake. not that I want to. because somehow it's still not enough. could never be. I'll spend all the time in the world and more with you if you let me