natural selection | lohen x reader | NSFW | oneshot
summary: your mother told you that a good bunny never trusts a hare. you're sorry, but you can't be the good girl she wanted you to be.
themes: hybrid-canonverse!AU, hybrid-hare!lohen, hybrid-bunny!reader, breeding kink, teasing, bunny mannerisms, dry humping, mating press, standing sex, light humor, porn with feelings, smut and angst, they're in love your honor ♡
word count: 2.7k
It had been approximately seven days since you made accidental eye contact with a hare. Coincidentally, it had been approximately seven days since you were last able to catch a break.
“Too slow!” Lohen exclaimed. “Seriously, Bunny, try a little harder, won’t you?”
Your head whipped around desperately, trying to find the inconspicuous hare’s voice within the dense woods surrounding you. The floppy set of bunny ears on your head were no match for those of Lohen’s—a pair of hare ears that stood straight and were able to detect sound like no other. Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, you were entrapped by the dire sensation of fight or flight. To run meant to invite him to chase, but to fight was certainly going to end in disaster. What was there for you to do other than to stand paralyzed, unsure of when or how Lohen was going to torment you this time?
“Boo!”
You screamed when you heard his voice, and with a maniacal laugh, he barreled into you. The momentum of your collision sent you both tumbling across the earthen ground, snapping branches and crushing fallen leaves in your wake. Your head was spinning by the time you stopped, that frustrating hare pinning you to the ground beneath him with a cocky grin on his face. You could already feel the bulge in his trousers, pressing into you as he leaned closer.
“You’re terrible at this,” he said, laughing. “Can’t you make the hunt a little more fun?”
“No!” you replied in a sputter. “I didn’t agree to it in the first place!”
“You think you’re gonna be agreeing to it if some other hare catches a whiff of you? If anything, you should be thanking me. It’s great training.”
Your chest heaved with erratic breaths. Staring up into his crimson eyes, your legs squirmed around his hips, heels digging into the mossy ground. Lohen watched you with his shiteating grin, letting you rut against him as your instincts overwhelmed your sensibilities. Rather whiny about it, you wailed, “What kind of mate are you?!”
“Oh, so now I’m your mate.”
“You’re the one who went and decided it!” you sputtered. “Be responsible for your actions!”
“I didn’t decide anything. All I said was that you’re a bunny and I’m a hare. It’s literally in our nature to fuck like crazy, so why not fuck each other?” His teeth peeked through his grin, one of his tall hare ears twitching as if it were nodding in agreement. “Less risky that way, yeah?”
You fervently shook your head. “Don’t talk to me about risk! You’ve put my life in danger for your ego ten times already!”
“Hey, hey—I’d never put you in danger,” he replied stubbornly. “I just use you to attract danger. I love messing with those horny rabbits that come running after you. It’s great entertainment. But,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I’d never let them touch a hair on your pretty little head, Bunny.”
“So then why do I have to train for it?!” you whined. “If you’re going to handle them anyway, then cut the theatrics and fuck me when I ask you to!”
“Jeez,” Lohen said, wincing. “Someone’s needy. To think just yesterday you smacked me for grabbing your ass.”
“You grabbed my ass in public!” you growled. “At work! In front of so many knights!”
“So? How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”
“You are so irritating!”
Your nails clambered for purchase along his shoulders, your hips humping against the curve of his lap. Wetness spread through your undergarments, soaking into the crotch of his pants as you repeatedly mashed yourself into him. Lohen watched you struggle, snickering as he saw fit.
How did you even end up like this? You were simply a new addition to the Knights of Favonius’s ranks, and not even as a member of the militia force. Your role was one that was both simple and safe, a career path that your parents had always desired for you. Your mother had warned you time and time again that a good bunny remained out of the line of fire, kept her head down, and did not get entangled with hares.
“Lohen,” you were whining, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt throbbed, your hips flailing up against his. “Please, I need you.”
“Oh? ‘Need’s a strong word, Bunny.”
“You motherfucker,” you gasped, nails digging into his coat. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”
He snorted. “I think you’re begging plenty already, Bun. I’m just taking in the view, you know?”
“Ngh,” you grunted, hinging your knee forward, then back. Again, you pressed your crotch to his, and your leg moved with a mind of its own, your foot stomping into the ground beneath you. You pressed your eyes shut, feeling a shamed heat spread through your neck and into the tops of your cheeks. Your leg jerked repeatedly, and as your stomping grew faster, Lohen only laughed. Leaning his mouth down to your jaw, his voice ghosted hot across your chin.
“You’re so cute when you start thumping, Bun,” he purred in a low, rumbling voice. “Almost makes me wanna fuck you.”
You thumped your foot again, your heart pounding ten times as hard. Letting out a series of embarrassing, dissatisfied grunts, you wriggled beneath Lohen, your animal instincts flaring through your core. Slick upon slick upon slick—you were far too ready for him, but just like a troublesome hare, Lohen did not abide you. Your nails clawed at the fabric of his cape, tears budding the corners of your eyes when your angered grunts mixed with needy whimpers.
What would your parents think if they could see you now? What would your mother; the woman who warned you about hares since you were a child; say, were she privy to how attached you had become to one? You were supposed to be your parents’ golden bunny, yet here you were—laying on the forest floor with a hare on top of you, pleading for him to fulfill your carnal desires.
The worst part was that you didn’t care. Let your parents weep over their disappointment of a daughter. Whenever this hare set his hands on you, you felt alive.
“Please,” you were whispering, high-pitched and breathy. “Lohen, please, I—ngh.” Another involuntary thump of your foot. “I want you.”
He chuckled against the soft of your floppy ear. Giving you a playful nibble, he whispered, “Good job, Bun. I think I like the sound of that a little better.”
You exhaled, your breath shaking as it exited your throat. Lohen reached down to his hip, and when you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, you whined his name. He glanced at you with those gorgeous red eyes of his, the ones that had gotten you so whipped for him in the first place, and gave you a smirk so coy, you could die for him right then and there.
It wasn’t the fact that he was a hare that had you so entranced by him. It was the fact that that hare was Lohen.
“Lift up for me?” he asked, giving your legs the lightest of touches. You moved in accordance with him, and as he guided you through it, he said, “Uh-huh, like that.”
His teeth poked through his charming smile. Eyes roaming the length of your body, Lohen purred, “Good girl…you’re so flexible.”
Your knees quivered by your head. Truly, you weren’t built to bend or twist like this, but for Lohen, you would try.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands stroking the backs of your upturned thighs. His eyes were trained on your cunt, a flush of red decorating his grinning face. “Are you as wet as I think you are, Bun?”
Desperately, you nodded.
He relinquished a close-lipped laugh. “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.”
The sensation of his hot glans against your slick folds sent you curving back into the moss. You reached for your knees, keeping them held back for him, even though your body burned from the strain of it. Making sounds that you’d rather die than hear when you weren’t in a mating state, your toes curled into your flailing feet.
“You’re thumping the air, Bun,” Lohen said, like it wasn’t already obvious. He continued to smear himself up and down the length of your cunt, providing barely enough stimulation to suppress your feral urges. You recalled how full he made you feel, every single night over the past seven days of knowing him, and grunted pitifully.
Hares were generally larger than bunnies—faster and far more powerful, too. Maybe that was why you were so attracted to Lohen, who was lithe like a bunny on the surface, yet so unmistakably hare below the belt. The stretch of his tip against your hole, teasing you, had you sobbing.
“Fuck—me,” you choked out, trying to thump, thump, thump. “Lohen, please. Do something useful, please.”
His sly grin fell from his face. Staring down at you with an open mouth, he began to pant into the air, his ears twitching erratically. Watching your face still, he rubbed his beading head against your sensitive clit, and in a murmur, said, “I wanna breed you so bad.”
That was the thing about hares and bunnies—they both had an insatiable desire to fuck, fuck, fuck—but they weren’t compatible for breeding. That was why bunnies like you were taught to be wary of hares like Lohen, with their silver tongues and promises of sweet nothings. Your whole life, you had been taught that a hare only wanted one thing from a bunny, and that was to use her as he saw fit.
“Bun,” Lohen said, red-faced and gasping. “I wanna breed.”
You couldn’t, and yet—.
“Put it in,” you gasped back. “Lohen, if you want to breed, you have to put it in.”
He let out an odd, strangled noise. Maybe he appreciated the fact that you didn’t point out the obvious, or maybe he was getting influenced by your own state of need. Whatever the case, Lohen’s thick head sank right into your dripping hole, and with a gradual push of his hips, you were full of him.
Were you crying? Were you calling his name? Or were you praying to the Archons above for forgiveness?
“How do you—,” Lohen’s breath hitched. “How do you want me, Bun?”
“Hard,” you slurred. “Hard, Lohen, hard.”
His boots shuffled across the grassy forest floor. Half-squatting over you, Lohen placed his hands to the back of yours, helping you keep yourself ever so delicately folded in half for him. After a glance at you, assessing your comfort level no doubt, he quickly smacked his pelvis to yours.
You were flailing again, your throat hoarse from your cries. Slowly, Lohen’s girth retreated within you, and right when you were just a touch from empty, it shoved into you all at once all over again.
“Lohen,” you were sobbing, your nails digging into your own flesh. “Lohen.”
“Bun,” he panted back. “You’re…so fuckin’ tight.”
The slam of his hips punctuated his sentence. This was almost too much for you.
“Fuck, I…” Lohen hissed aloud. “I want to breed so bad, Bun. Fuck a bunny right…into you.”
With each final word, came another forceful pound of his dick inside of you. Your lower lip was quivering from your sobs and whines, and when Lohen noticed, he squeezed his hands around yours, hesitating.
“How do you want me?” he asked tenderly.
“Harder,” you choked. “Even harder.”
Lohen held you midair. It was unfathomable, how quickly he could fuck you while also supporting all of your body weight in those lean arms of his. You had never doubted Lohen’s strength, but it was times like these that reminded you just how lucky you were to have a hare like him.
Your back was pressed to a nearby tree trunk, giving Lohen the leverage to grunt by your ear. The way he chuffed and whined, nuzzling against your floppy ear with lustful fervor all the while, made your mind feel fuzzier than the ears atop his head. The pound of his hips was relentless, reminiscent of a hare in rut, and as the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the air around you, you worried for a moment that you may attract the attention of any keen-nosed rabbits who happened to wander by.
“Bunny,” Lohen was gasping. “Your pussy feels so good.”
What could you do in response to that, other than grab a fistful of his hair and wail? His breath hitched against your sensitive ear, and in a growling voice, he asked, “You gonna take it?”
Yes, yes, yes—of course you would.
“How much?”
All of it. All of it.
Lohen laughed, that giggle slowly turning into a hot moan. Pounding you so fast that you weren’t sure your womb would make it through this, he dug his teeth into your neck and groaned.
“Bunny,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of your skin, sharp pain mixing with sweet pleasure. “I wanna give you a hare that looks just like you.”
Why did your eyes bud with tears, when you thought about the impossibility of it?
“Fuck, Bun,” Lohen gasped, fucking you so hard your back shifted up the tree with each thrust. “You’d be such a good mom.”
“Please stop,” you sobbed, your nails clambering for purchase in the flesh of his shoulders. “Lohen.”
“You’re gonna give me what I want,” he whispered, the bridge of his nose ghosting against yours, “won’t you, Bun?”
You biologically couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.
“Yes,” you whined anyway, throbbing and clenching around his plunging dick. “I will.”
His eyes widened. A shadow of darkness cast across his face, and in a soft, tiny whisper, he said, “Thank you.”
His mouth was on yours before you could think to respond. He kissed you hard, filling your mouth with the taste of mint bubblegum, a silly habit of his that you had found quite bunny-like for a hare, but was quickly becoming one of your favorite parts of him. Stretching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close, the taste of your salty tears dancing between your clashing mouths. There was euphoria, there was longing, and there was a gnawing ache within you—the pain spurred from your inability to meet your mate’s needs.
If only you were a hare, like him. Strong like him, fast like him, able to keep up with his every move the way he was able to keep up with yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for you. Maybe Lohen would be happier.
“I love you,” he said when your lips parted, his cheeks as crimson as those sweet eyes of his.
Your lower lip trembled.
“Fuck,” he spat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here you go, Bunny.”
Dear Gods, this was what you needed. To feel him pumping you full, filling your womb with every last drop of his love for you. To cum from the pure stimulation of his affections; gasping, hot, and blinding; knowing that even if his seed would never take, he loved you.
“Good girl,” Lohen whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Really good girl.”
“I love you,” you whined back, hiccuping through your sobs. “I wish I could be a mom for you.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry over it, Bun.” He smiled, his eyes softening. “You know I was just saying things, right? I don’t want you to stress over it.”
“I just,” you croaked, “want to give you what you want.”
“…You really do love me.”
You nodded. Lohen chuckled.
“Well. I’m glad you picked me, Bun.”
Your hands smoothed out around his shoulders. He leaned in so close, his smiling lips brushed yours.
“You can do it,” he crooned. “I’ll just fuck you until you can. Sound good?”
You smiled, laughing in spite of your tears. Nodding, you said, “That sounds wonderful, Lohen.”
“One more time then?”
“One more—time!”
Leaning your head against the pine-scented bark, you offered your prayers to Celestia. Once more, your favorite hare began another passionate attempt to complete you, and you couldn’t have been more enamored with him if you tried.
Sure, you may have been a bad daughter. Disobedient and unwise. But whenever Lohen touched you, you never felt anything but the love between you. If that was so wrong, then you didn’t mind being bad at all.
a/n: as soon as i did more research into bunnies vs hares and realized they couldn't mate... i was like shiet lets turn this a lil angsty. p.s. did yall know bunnies thump and grunt when mad? teehee.
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It was a bit strange to be doing something so normal with Lohen, but he enjoyed the simple pleasure of you choking around the thick base of his cock. Your gag reflex was something to laugh about; you struggled with taking even his fingers in your mouth, let alone his dick.
You try not to think about the first time you tried giving him a blow job. Your teeth scrapped around the head, and he shuddered with pleasure after receiving the worst head of his life. He hadn't softened the blow of telling you how poorly you'd done either.
And still, after practicing on him for so long, you still struggled to fit him in your mouth.
Drool pooled from the corner of your lips, and your fingers dig into his waist, trying to push away from his bucking hips. The asshole refused to let you fully push off, instead chasing your retreating lips until they touched skip.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned theatrically, his head thrown back as he forces your lips to his pelvis. The desk behind him rattles with the movement, papers falling off the edge. Your neck arches deeper into him involuntarily, eyes watering.
"Mmmfph!" Your nails pinch into him, trying to pull off of him.
"Oh yeah, just like—that!" His hand tightens in your hair. He pulls you off of him as if you're a ragdoll, then forces you down his length.
"Mm!" A tear escapes this time, and you're certain your teeth grate. He only punches over your head, both hands woven, tightened in your hair, and hips shuddering.
"Oh—oh fuck," he gasps. You feel his pulse against your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Aimlessly, you try and skim the bottom of his cock with your tongue to coax him closer to release. "Fuck, you're goddamn awful at this, huh?" He exhales with a shuddery laugh.
You make a pathetic sound below him, causing him to finally look down at you. At the sight of your teary eyes and flushed expression, he coos at you, hands messily petting your hair into your sweaty face.
"Aren't you cute..." His pupils are blown huge, with an unhindered smile on his face.
Lohen's thumb goes to the spit-covered side of your mouth, tugging it and revealing your canines. He pulls at the small corner until it stings. "Use more teeth this time, yeah?" Then pushes back into you, again and again, until your throat is sore and face is wet.
Giving lohen a shitty blow job and him being into it 🤤
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