18+ toji fushiguro‘s poor bunny hybrid has her first heat !
you’d been avoiding him for two days now.
toji wasn’t stupid. he noticed everything.
the way you stopped lingering in doorways when he spoke to you. the way you’d dart out of rooms the second his shadow stretched too close. the way your ears, normally soft and relaxed, kept flattening against your hair the moment his eyes landed on you.
you didn’t sit on the couch anymore. didn’t curl up in your usual corner of the kitchen when he cooked. didn’t even let your tail peek out the way it always did when you felt safe.
and maybe the worst part: you wouldn’t look at him.
every time he tried, every time he got close enough to touch, you’d shrink back like he was made of fire.
he told himself it didn’t bother him. he told himself that. over and over and over.
but every hour it just got heavier inside his chest. that strange, irritated ache he didn’t know how to name. like he was being pushed out of his own home. like his presence was suddenly something you had to hide from.
you were quiet by nature, sure. timid. soft. but this wasn’t shy. this was scared. this was frantic. you moved like a cornered creature trying not to tremble.
and every time you flinched away, something mean and frustrated twisted through him. something he didn’t have the patience to untangle.
the worst was that last moment, when he walked into the hallway and you nearly ran into him.
he watched your throat bob, watched your breath stutter, watched your little hands tug at the sleeves of your hoodie like you wanted to disappear inside it.
your eyes went wide, then dropped instantly to the floor, refusal sharp enough to sting. and for the first time in a very, very long time…
“what’s with you?” he muttered, voice rougher than he meant. “did i do something? you gonna keep runnin’ from me for no damn reason?”
you shook your head so fast your ears bounced, but the rest of you stayed rigid, shaking, like you were holding yourself together through sheer force.
he tried again, slower. quieter.
but you only stepped back. then another step. and another. like you were afraid his voice alone could pull you in.
your scent was different. sharper, sweeter, confusingly warm. but he didn’t understand it, didn’t know what it meant.
he only knew it made something restless crawl under his skin, like he was missing a detail right in front of him.
and then you whispered, barely audible:
like you had done something wrong.
like he had something to forgive you for.
toji stood there long after you hurried away again, jaw clenched, hands flexing uselessly at his sides.
he wasn’t used to feeling powerless. not in battle. not in life. but this, this tiny, trembling distance between you, it was the first thing in years he couldn’t seem to get a grip on.
and it was driving him insane.
the next morning, toji finally caught it!
the thing that’d been bothering him, scratching at the back of his mind every time you slipped away from him like smoke.
your scent was stronger today.
not just sweet. overwhelming. warm. dizzying. like honey melting too close to fire.
and when you passed him in the kitchen, trying so desperately to be invisible, he saw it in the way your thighs pressed together. the way your tail twitched, restless and betraying you. the way your breath caught when his arm brushed yours, just barely.
he exhaled a slow, amused breath.
“ah,” he murmured, corner of his mouth ticking up. “so that’s what this is.”
your ears shot straight up, then flattened immediately. your whole body went stiff, trembling faintly beneath your oversized shirt. you wouldn’t look at him. not even for a second.
“my little bunny’s in heat, huh?”
you let out the tiniest sound, a whimper almost, and your eyes glossed over with instant frustration, embarrassment burning across your cheeks.
“n-no— i’m not— i’m fine,” you breathed, voice fragile and trembling like glass.
you hit the counter at your lower back, body curling inward as if that would hide you from him.
“you’ve been avoidin’ me for days over somethin’ like this?” he asked, voice low, teasing, but softened around the edges. “all that runnin’ around… all that hidin’… just ‘cause you’re a little aroused?”
your throat bobbed. hands balled into fists in your sleeves.
and then the frustration broke. your eyes shimmered, your lip trembled, and you shook your head helplessly.
“i… i didn’t want you to think i’m weird…” you whispered. “or annoying. or… or needy.”
it hit him harder than he expected. that tiny, wounded confession.
toji’s teasing melted into something deeper. he dipped his head, brushing his nose against your cheek. you startled, but didn’t pull away.
“bunny,” he murmured against your skin, voice warm enough to melt bone, “there’s nothin’ weird about you. and you couldn’t annoy me if you tried.”
your breath shuddered. your ears twitched. you were softening, just a little, but still so tense it made his chest ache.
he brought a hand up, fingers brushing your jaw with a gentleness that contrasted everything he usually was. his thumb skimmed the corner of your lips, slow enough to make your knees weaken.
“you get shy, yeah,” he said, lips ghosting over your cheek, “but you don’t gotta hide from me.”
your eyes fluttered shut automatically.
toji smirked. not mean, just knowing. then pressed another kiss just beneath your ear. your breath hitched. your tail trembled.
“see? look how easy you melt,” he murmured. “just needed me to touch you a little, hm?”
you made a small, frustrated sound. somewhere between a whine and a breath of relief, and your shoulders slumped like you’d been fighting yourself too long.
“toji…” you whispered, voice breaking with how overwhelmed you were.
he kissed the corner of your mouth, barely there. a promise, not a demand.
“i know, baby,” he said softly. “i know. you’re all worked up and you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
his hand slid down, resting at your hip, warm, grounding, and you leaned into him without thinking, your body acting on instinct before your shyness could catch up.
your frustration bubbled again, eyes squeezing shut as you hid your face in his chest.
“i didn’t want you to see me like this…” you whispered, muffled, ears drooping.
toji huffed a quiet laugh, stroking your back slow, soothing.
“i see you just fine,” he said. “and i’m not goin’ anywhere.”
he lifted your chin gently, coaxing you to look up. not forcing, just guiding until your eyes finally, reluctantly met his.
“that’s it,” he whispered. “there’s my girl.”
you swallowed, breath shaking.
his thumb brushed your lower lip again, slower this time. your lashes fluttered.
“we’ll take it slow,” he murmured. “i’ll get you through it. just let me?“
he kissed you, soft, unhurried, coaxing, and everything inside you finally loosened, your body melting against his, your fingers curling weakly into his shirt as if you’d been holding on alone for too long.
he smiled against your lips.
you didn’t even realize you were trembling until toji’s hands steadied your hips. not pulling you in, just keeping you from swaying on unsteady legs.
your heat definitely wasn’t subtle anymore.
your skin felt too warm, prickling like you were wrapped in a blanket you couldn’t shrug off. your breath kept catching in your throat, coming in tiny, shaky puffs you couldn’t control. your heart fluttered wildly, fast and uneven, like a trapped bird desperate to escape your chest.
and every instinct inside you was a mess, tugging you in two directions at once.
one part of you wanted to hide, small and embarrassed, the way prey shelters in tight corners where they feel safe.
the other wanted closeness. warmth. his touch.
you couldn’t tell which impulse was stronger. they both hurt.
the way your thighs pressed together like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. the way your fingers curled and uncurled like you didn’t know what to hold onto. the way your ears kept twitching; high, then low, then flat. confused, overwhelmed, overstimulated by feelings you’d never experienced.
“hey,” toji murmured, one hand sliding up your back in slow, steady strokes. “breathe for me.”
but the moment his voice dipped warm like that, your breath just hitched again, caught somewhere deep and desperate. you looked up at him with glossy eyes, cheeks flushed, a little dazed.
it made something in his expression soften even further.
“first heat, huh?” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
you bit your lip, shame blooming hot behind your ribs.
“i don’t… i don’t know what i’m supposed to do,” you whispered, voice trembling. “my body feels… weird. everything feels too much.”
toji hummed low in his chest, leaning down just enough that his forehead touched yours.
“that’s normal,” he said. “your body’s tryin’ to figure itself out. instincts goin’ wild, yeah?”
it wasn’t just warmth though.
it was a pull, constant and confusing, like gravity tugging at you from inside your bones. your stomach fluttered uncontrollably. your knees felt unstable. your senses were sharp in places and hazy in others.
his scent grounding, his presence calming, the world around you too bright, too loud, too much.
“it’s embarrassing,“ you whispered, eyes dropping. “i don’t want you to see me like this.”
“i’m glad i’m the one who does,” toji replied softly.
before you could hide again, he cupped your cheek gently, guiding you to meet his eyes.
“listen,” he said, nothing sharp or teasing now. “there’s nothin’ wrong with what you’re feelin’. your body’s just overwhelmed. doesn’t know where to put all that heat, yeah? you don’t gotta be scared of it,” he went on. “or of me.”
his thumb brushed your cheekbone, feather-light.
“i’m right here. i’ll guide you through every part of it. slowly.”
your eyes softened, lashes damp.
“but i don’t know anything,” you whispered. “i’m not experienced.”
“good,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath warmed your ear. “means you’ll listen when i tell you what’s happening. what you need. what helps.”
your throat tightened at his closeness, heat rolling through your lower abdomen in a way that made your legs shift restlessly.
you hated how obvious it was. how your body responded before you could think.
but toji only smiled, gentle and warm.
“you’re doin’ so good,” he whispered. “lettin’ me hold you like this.”
his hand slid down to rest on your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric of your shirt, guiding your frantic body back into something softer.
your shoulders loosened without you meaning to. your ears drooped slightly, not in fear this time, but in relief.
“that’s it,” he murmured. “just lean. let the heat settle.”
because you couldn’t stand on your own anymore. because your instincts weren’t fighting him now. they were reaching for him. pulling you gently toward where you felt safest.
and toji took that responsibility carefully, holding you like something precious, something delicate enough to crush but cherished enough to protect.
your voice was barely a breath when you whispered:
“toji… please don’t leave me.”
he exhaled softly, brushing a kiss to your forehead.
“i’m not goin’ anywhere, bunny.”
he then guided you backward with slow, steady steps.
“easy, bunny,” he murmured, his lips brushing the words against your cheek. “just follow me.”
your fingers curled weakly into his shirt as you let him lead you toward the couch. your legs felt strange, too light, too wobbly, every step sending little sparks of warmth through your stomach.
when the back of your knees hit the couch, you gasped softly. toji kept a hand on your waist, steadying you when you swayed.
then he dipped down, kissing you again.
the kind of kiss that made your breath stutter and your ears droop helplessly. his mouth moved against yours with a patience that made your knees weaken, like he was teaching you how to breathe through the intensity.
“good girl,” he murmured, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “look at how soft you get.”
your chest fluttered. your hands clutched his shirt tighter, instinct pulling you impossibly closer.
and then his kisses trailed. down your cheek. along your jaw. feather-soft at first, then lingering. warm breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver so hard your tail twitched.
“s-sensitive…” you breathed, voice cracking.
“i know,” he whispered, lips against the curve of your neck.
he kissed there, slow and deliberate, each press of his mouth sending a wave of warmth down your spine. you made a tiny sound. not quite a whine, not quite a gasp, as your head tipped back without you even thinking, offering more.
toji hummed approvingly against your throat.
“see?” he murmured. “your body knows what it wants. just needs some guidance.”
your fingers trembled as they found your way to his shoulders, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in a world made suddenly too bright and too warm.
he nudged you gently to sit, his hands never leaving your hips, grounding you. when you sank onto the couch, your breath hitched.
the shift in position sent a rush of arousal through you so intense you had to squeeze your eyes shut. you could feel your own slick on your panties, sticking uncomfortably against your pussy.
“overwhelmed?” he asked quietly.
you nodded, cheeks burning, ears folding down in embarrassment.
“everything feels too much,” you whispered.
he leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head, the other cupping the back of your neck so gently it made your chest ache.
“i‘ll help you through it.“
he slid closer. not pressing into you, not demanding anything. just offering his presence, his warmth, the solid weight of his body near yours.
not where you needed him, just close enough to make your whole body tighten with instinctive want, close enough that your breath hitched in your throat again.
toji smirked softly, but his touch stayed gentle, slow, careful.
“look at that,” he murmured, thumb brushing your jaw as he kissed your cheek again. “my little bunny really is burning up.”
a small, frustrated sound escaped you, half whimper, half plea, as your hands clutched at him. you didn’t know what you wanted.
you only knew you wanted him. near you. holding you. grounding the ache that pulsed through your body like a second heartbeat.
and oh did he take good care of you.
"t-toji, yes, aa-ah right there. mmh, harder, please.“
but toji is a menace. he pulls his cock out with just his tip remaining in your little fluttering hole.
you whimper, eyes locking on his. your tail thumps against the couch. frustrated. built up.
"nooo,“ you whine, grabbing his hips and trying to push him in deeper. but toji is big and strong. and he refuses to move.
you huff, pussy clenching desperately around him.
"heh, someone’s getting bold. go on, little one. use me. i‘m right here to make your poor drooling cunt stop crying.“
you let your instincts take over. with surprising strength you push him on his back, your slick thighs straddling him.
you sink down on his cock, chest rising and falling too fast, ears twitching like they have a mind of their own. your little tail flicks behind you every time you move, betraying how flustered you are, and somehow it makes you feel proud. you did this. you took all nine inches in. you made him react.
"look at, hah, you. my sweet bunny taking my cock so well.“
toji exhales, slow and low, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. his hand slides to your hip, steadying you, guiding you. the tiniest movement, just a nudge, and your body follows almost without thinking.
your ears twitch. your tail flicks. your breath stutters. every instinct you have is screaming at you to hide, but another part of you is daring, curious, desperate to keep moving.
“hey.” his voice is low, warm, patient, and it makes your stomach clench. “that’s it. keep going just like that.”
you bite your lip, trying to control yourself, but it’s impossible. your hands curl into his shoulders, clutching him for support, and you realize how much you want this guidance, how much you need it.
your chest rises and falls faster, heart pounding, ears flattening then flicking back up, and the little flick of your tail.
he notices it, and the way he looks at you makes your heat pulse hotter, pussy throbbing.
“my cute little bunny,” he murmurs, eyes darkening, voice dropping in that way that makes your knees wobble. “look at you moving like that.”
you flush, ears drooping, tail brushing against the couch, and still you move. slow. careful. timid. proud. every little twitch and shiver is yours, and yet it makes him melt like you’ve got some kind of magic.
his hands keep guiding you. one on your hip, one brushing your back. your movements become smoother, more confident, even as your body trembles. your ears flick nervously, your tail twitches shyly, but there’s fire behind it, a little spark that says: yes, i’m doing this. yes, i’m making him feel this.
“thaaaat‘s it, bunny,” he whispers, soft now, gentle, completely patient. “look at you doing so well."
and you can’t help the moan that escapes, not shy anymore. ears trembling, tail flicking, body humming with sensation. you’ve never felt anything like this. and he’s right there with you.
every instinct in your bunny body is awake, alive. shivering, twitching, flustered, but somehow it’s cute. somehow it’s irresistible. somehow he’s totally undone.
“fucking good girl…” he murmurs again, and your chest swells. ears droop slightly in embarrassment, tail flicking in excitement.
you can feel it building. a fire in your chest, a pulsing heat in your stomach that won’t let you think straight. your little ears twitch, your tail flicks uncontrollably, and every nerve in your body is screaming for more. more movement, more motion, more more more.
toji’s hand is still on your hip, trying to steady you, trying to slow you down.
“bunny, ah-, slow—” he murmurs, voice low and rough, but you barely hear him.
your body doesn’t care. your instincts have taken over. you start moving faster, all careful pride and flustered determination gone, replaced with something wild, impulsive, and overwhelming. your ears flatten against your head, tail thrashing lightly, breath stuttering.
he grits his teeth, eyes dark, but he doesn’t stop guiding. he keeps his hands on your hips, steadying just enough so you don’t fall, even as your movements accelerate past his pleading.
“you’re… already… damn it…” he growls, voice rough, but there’s a soft edge in the way he exhales against your hair. he’s mesmerized by how your body moves, how your instincts are taking over, how every little twitch makes you more alive.
sweat prickles at the nape of your neck, at your back, sliding down your sides, and your ears twitch and droop with every overwhelming sensation. your tail flicks frantically, betraying every pulse, every shiver.
“look at you,” he murmurs, tone softening now, fascinated and breathless. “cock is so good, you can’t even slow down, huh?”
you can’t respond. your breath comes in little shuddering gasps, movements fast and desperate, too much, too good, too overwhelming. you’re barely holding onto control, ears flat, tail flicking, cheeks burning, and your chest is rising and falling faster than you can manage.
toji’s voice drops, a mix of awe and restraint:
“fuuuck- you’re incredible… just… hang on, bunny…”
your instincts don’t care. the heat is too strong. your body pushes forward, twitching.
the world narrows to the pounding of your heartbeat, the warmth coursing through your body, the way his hands guide and steady you just enough.
and soon you both teeter on the edge, every nerve on fire, sweat sliding over skin, breaths coming fast.
the room charged with heat and tension, just moments away from breaking over into something neither of you has ever felt before.
your body shakes uncontrollably, heat pulsing through every nerve. ears drooping, tail flicking frantically, chest rising and falling faster than your thoughts can keep up with. every instinct screaming that you can’t get enough.
toji’s hands are still on you, steady, grounding you as his own breaths come in heavy, ragged bursts. his voice is low, rough, and half-lost in the tension of the moment:
“you’re… so damn good, bunny…”
your ears twitch and flop helplessly, tail thumping like a drum, shivering all over. you can barely focus, every nerve in your body alive, every instinct focused on him, on warmth, on the rush of everything overwhelming you at once.
he murmurs your name softly, voice thick, low, grounding, as he presses you close. the heat of your bodies together makes you tremble uncontrollably, and your breath hitches in short, desperate bursts.
"gonna cum for me like the sweet bunny you are?” he rasps, thumb brushing along your jaw as he keeps you from tipping too far into your own flustered instincts. "gonna drown me in your sweet juice?“
you whimper, ears flattening, tail thumping faster, clinging to him without thinking. fire spreads through your chest and belly, spreading to your limbs.
"mmmh, cumming. t-toji, i‘m ngh cumming.“