request: male rabbit monster x human (any gender) dubcon
M!rabbit monster x f!human
cw: heat/rut cycle, dubcon,
It was a such normal morning.
You were startled awake by the piercing shriek of your alarm. You dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed, ate breakfast, got ready for work, clocked in five minutes before your shift and sat at your desk.
A morning like any other morning. No hint that something was wrong. No sign that your whole world was about to be turned upside down.
Until your boss called you into his office. Until you damn near fell over from shock at the sight of your boss fisting his large cock. Until you were pressed up against the wall with his arms planted on either side of your head. His face buried in you neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
“I’m sorry,” your boss whispered. But his apparent remorse didn’t stop him from grinding his hard cock against your thigh. His hand stuffed down your panties, rubbing your clit and dipping his fingers into your cunt. To say that you were stunned was an understatement. While rabbit monsters often got stereotyped as walking HR nightmares that didn’t think about anything other than food and fucking, your boss had been nothing but professional with his employees.
“Uh, Sir,” you managed to stammer out, “would you like me to call someone?”
“No,” he groaned into your neck, hot breath sending pleasurable chills down your spine, “I need you.”
While you weren’t an expert on rabbit monster heat and rut cycles, you knew enough to know that they were frequent and brutal. Often reducing the rabbit monster to their basest instincts.
You swallowed thickly, “Sir, you aren’t in your right mind right now.”
Your boss, the man who you’ve seen reduce grown men and women to tears, whimpered.
“Please,” he was full on sobbing now, but his hips remained unrelenting. Continuously grinding into your thigh searching for relief. “I need it. I need you.”
Heat pooled into your stomach at the desperation bleeding into his words.
“Okay,” you relented. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be the one to regret this.
That was all he needed.
There was no time for grace and finesse. He hiked up your skirt, pulled your panties to the side and thrusted into you.
“Thank you,” he whined in relief as his thick cock speared your swollen pussy. He set a brutal pace, fucking into you with wild abandon. With no care about the ethical codes you were violating or the dozens of employees right outside the door.
Sharp pain melded with molten hot pleasure. You bit down on your lip in a desperate attempt to keep you noises down. You were failing epically. The harsh thrust of his hips punctuated by the tell tale thump of you bodies hitting the wall. Your whines, his desperate growls, the squelch of your wet sex all melded together in a debauched song of primal fucking. There’s no way nobody knows what you two are doing.
You couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your mind grew increasingly obsessed with the fullness, blocking out any rational thought. You focused only on the orgasm you were rapidly careening towards. You reached the crest of pleasure with a broken sob. Pussy spasming around his cock, your vision whited out at the force of your orgasm
On a whim you reached up and gripped both of his long, snowy white ears and pulled. He snarled, throwing his head back as he pumped you full of his hot seed.
“You’re definitely getting a raise. If we both still have jobs, that is.”
