Bunny suit
I saw @ibuprofentime s jestyn bunny costume artwork and 🤤
Pov: you find a surprise in your bedroom
Warning mdni 18+ smut nsfw, bunny suit jestyn, leatherism, nipple play, humping, p in v, dom reader, slight brat taiming
Oh god . . . you had clearly died and gone to a better place. Jestyn sat in your bedroom, on his knees. He wasnt in his normal jester attire, his hair was down with little white bunny ears on his head. Youd forgive him for his hair being on the floor. He had cuffed bowtie on and a bunny suit. The top part of the body suit was a little loose, one of his nipples was out, the other covered. You guessed he did that on purpose because the rest of the suit was tailored for him. It hugged his curves and his . . .bulge. It even had a cute little cotton tail on the back. The fishnet stockings were a nice touch to.
You stood there in your doorway, the urge to fuck this man until the sun rises coursed through you. Jestyn smiled up at you, you shook your head trying to shake it off. “My, my, what a surprise!” “Would your majesty like to try the special lube iv created just f-.” “You fucker, you made it spicy didnt you,” you interrupted. The bunny man paused, “nooo.” You took the lube, “Alright . . . take off the suit then.” Jestyn paused, “My liege its ment for y-.” “If its not spicy it should be fine.”
The room fell silent, you threw the lube away grabbing your own. You sat on your bed, “Come, lay down.” Seeing him slowly crawl towards you made so wet. As he got into the bed you unzipped the back of his corset. You wanted some relief but knew it was better to wait. He got comfortable before you straddled him.
Hmmm . . . where to start . . . your hand started at his hair, placing a small piece behind his ear. A blush formed on his face as you trailed down his neck. There, you thought as you leaned down, bitting the area gently. He hummed as you took your time painting his neck and shoulders. When you finished you looked over your work. Bite marks with various stages of hickies littered the area.
Slowly you leaned down. You pulled the suit over, just enough to get your mouth around his nipple. Sucking and licking the hardening bud. After all, if he had it out like that he must have wanted to have it sucked. With his natural scent and the leather you were definitely intoxicated.
Without realizing it you started humping his leg. Dragging your clothed core against the fishnets. You were to far gone, lost in the feeling, you moaning as you sucked his hardened nipple. Your hands roaming the leather bodice. When your lips rubbed against the now more sensitive bud you felt the man under you start to beg.
"please your grace forgive me," you were no where near done. with a plop you unlatched from him, a stream of drool connecting. When you blew on the wet area Jestyn wimpered. "Why should I? You clearly wanted to hurt me." "It was a jest," the marionette wined, "I wouldn't have let you put it on." Your eyebrow raised, your hand prodding his chest. "Somehow I don't believe you."
Watching this beautiful man get frantic made your toes curl. Playfully you pinched and prodded him. If this man could produce milk . . . You'd drink it. "Be patient and maybe . . . If your good I'll let you cum." He bit his lip knowing winning would only make it worse Slowly you got off of him, taking off your clothes.
Swiftly you got the lube, rubbing a bit on the leather. You had a thing for leather so feeling it glide against your clit and heat was driving you crazy. Finally you gave him the green light to touch you. You were rocking your hips feverishly. Jestyns hands were on your hips, centering you as you chased your high.
It didnt take you long. You rutted, whimpered as your walls milked at nothing. Your vision went white, body lost controle as you climaxed.
You took a deep breath before pulling the suit down, just enough to release his aking cock from its bounds. You lined yourself up, sliding down. Feeling him stretch you out made you drool. Your feet curled as you grinded down. It took you a few thrusts to find your g-spot.
His hand pressed against your clit making your walls squeeze him. It took everything in you not to cum again. Jestyn was a babbling mess, drunk off of your touch. Whimpering every so often when you squeezed and moaned. “Your majesty, please, allow me the honor to cum." "I'm not stopping you," you grunted. Instantly your walls clamped around him, your back arched, vision blurred. You lost controle of yourself as you rode your high. He twitched inside, you pulled out as he made a mess of himself.