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Oh, bunny... (wolf-hybrid!jock x bunny-hybrid!gn!reader)

Content: smut, bunny-hybrid!gn!Reader, Wolf-hybrid!Jock, pining, oral sex (blowjob, reader giving), semi-public sex, possessive behaviour if you squint

Synopsis: You and Jason have been best friends since you were children. As you grew up, the poor wolf-boy ended up developing feelings for the bunny that was always by his side. He never thought you could feel the same way, so he cannot hide his shock when you pull him into the bathroom with you. Not like he is going to complain, though. Word count: 4590

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When his friends approached Jason to let him know about a party at one of frat houses, he was not expecting them to invite you as well. It's not like his friends did not know about you… he just had not had time to introduce you to them, that's all! Some months — or, well, years now — in college is such little time to properly introduce his new friends to his best mate since childhood. Or perhaps it was because he knew their reputation, had seen how they talked about people they found attractive, and feared that as soon as they put their eyes on a hottie like you, they would try their hardest to seduce you. He knew that your body would attract those playboys as honey attracts bears. Jason was your best friend, and that was why he appreciated your beauty! From afar, of course. And besides, everyone knows about the rumours about bunnies, and one can only resist curiosity so much, right?

Maybe the other guys had picked up on his totally small and not at all obvious crush that he had been having over the last months… years, actually. It was not his fault! Your cute bunny ears on top of your head, those eyes that sparkled each time you saw your favourite show, or how focused you looked while you read, that little tail that wiggled every time he teased you… How could he not fall — if just a little bit — for you? And it was just a small crush, it was not like his tail wagged every time he saw you, and if it did, it was completely platonic, just as his ears perked up and he smiled like the stupidest idiot to ever walk on Earth. Sometimes Jason looked more like a domestic dog than a wolf when you approached him.

Well, maybe his crush was not as well-hidden as he initially thought, and some of the most perceptive guys had noticed that he was head over heels for you. Maybe that was why when that spotted hyena, José, approached, oh so friendly as ever, and invited him to that party, he looked at you and invited you as well. He trusted José not to try to get with his best friend, especially not after the look he shot at the man. José just laughed it off, patted him on the back and went his way. Jason would have tried to convince you not to go… but the way you smiled, and oh, how you looked at him… He would die if any of his words wiped that expression from your features.

"God damn it…"

So there he was, days later, looking for you through the rooms of a quite crowded party. He left just some minutes to get something to drink for you both, and you had completely vanished from the spot. The music was blaring, people were all around him, and he would normally not be so bothered by this… except for the fact that, this time, you were somewhere in this place and he did not manage to find you. Jason could not hide his annoyance, his worry, even if he tried. It's not like he was trying to be possessive or anything like that, he just knew that you did not go to parties often — or so he thought — so what if something bad happened to you?

"I swear, if someone gets their hands on—"

He had to stop his train of thought when he heard someone yelling his name, his ears perked up, and he turned around to see… you! And José. But, you! A sigh of relief crossed Jason's lips as he approached the place you were both sitting at. Why were you on the floor, even?

"Couldn't you wait for me? I've spent the last twenty minutes or so looking for you, y'know? I was almost thinking of calling your phone."

You apologised between laughs, and with another sigh, he just accepted those apologies. He was exaggerating, after all, and was just happy to see you again, and having fun no less!… What were you doing?

Well, that became apparent the moment he saw the bottle in the middle of a group of people. A group where you were included as well. And José. One of the guys from the frat and one girl that he had seen once or twice before in class were already sharing what was more than a peck. Jason stared straight at you, with those eyes of yours that made him give in to your every whim and desire. God, how he loved those eyes… How could he resist when you insisted on having him play spin the bottle with everyone? He knew this was a bad idea, but wouldn't it be worse to leave you alone with these people?

So, begrudgingly, and a bit hopeful, he accepted to stay. He took the spot right next to you, ears slightly folded back, and a scowl on his face. At least you looked like you were having fun, and you even fit right in with the rest of the group. He felt a strange pride in that, as sometimes he feared having to choose between you and his new friends (although the choice to him was obvious, it would not be less painful), or making you uncomfortable. Seeing you laughing and drinking along, as well as cheering for those who had to kiss, made him feel like, no matter what, you two could go to the end on the world and still have a good time.

"Jason, ¿vos estás en un cumpleañitos o qué? ¡Tu turno!" José's voice was what brought him to reality, and he had to stop staring at you like the idiot in love that he was. He knew not a word of Spanish, but the sentiment was there: it was Jason's turn.

"Do I really have to?" He eyed José, who just handed him the bottle and ushered him to his task. The wolf-boy groaned as he put the bottle on the floor and began to spin it. He did not want to play this game, but he agreed nevertheless, so there was no turning back now. Besides, at least he had an opportunity now, you were part of the group after all, so that meant that he at least had a chance, a small one, to kiss you. It was all to chance, and he followed the bottle with his eyes as it spun, and spun, and he prayed to all the gods he could pray to and the universe so it would land on you, and slowly, oh so slowly, the bottle stopped spinning…

And

It did.

It did land on you.

His eyes followed the mouth of the bottle to where it was pointing— at you. Directly at you. He could feel his mouth go dry at the thought, and he opened and closed it as his eyes darted between the bottle and you, who were looking straight at him. He felt his whole face grow hot in seconds, and heard José's laugh. Jason would make a mental note to hit him on the back of the head later.

"Uh— so— yeah… you… you comfortable with this, or…? Like if you're not… I can… well…" he gulped and tried to dismiss it, although he could feel his head beating against his chest. He could feel his desire to put his hands on your cheeks, pull you close to him and kiss you, and by mere instinct moved a bit closer. Jason swore he could feel the gates of heaven itself opening up to him, as you laughed and shrugged, saying that you did not mind kissing him, it was just a game after all. God, how he had yearned for a moment like this one.

You shifted closer to the wolf-boy, as did he to you. He raised one of his hands to your cheek. It's not like he had not touched you before like that, there had been many times that his hand had caressed your skin. Yet… this time was different, wasn't it? Jason felt like the luckiest guy alive… and yet, he felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he was the only one that felt this way, and was taking advantage of the game to finally taste your lips.

How many times had Jason imagined what your lips would feel like against his? The first time he did, he was shocked to be thinking about such things to start with. It was one hot summer, you were both eating ice cream and he saw as you licked your lips to clean them. It was a fleeting thought, but he knew that people do not think those things about their friends. Those thoughts became more and more common as time passed by, and yet they could not prepare him for that moment.

Your lips were even softer than what he had imagined, they molded perfectly to his, as if they were made to be kissed by him. He could still taste some of your drink on them. He could feel his hand trembling slightly due to the sheer emotion that he felt. It was as if he was finally drinking straight from the Gods' sweet nectar, and the Gods were unaware of it.

It was you who broke the kiss, leaving him with a dumbfounded look on his face. Jason's tail was wagging non-stop, his whole face flushed, and as you stuck your tongue out at him playfully, he could not help but chuckle. He could indulge a bit, at least just for that night, for that moment, and cherish that memory forever. No matter what happened in the future, it was clear to him — he would never be able to erase the feeling of your lips on his.

Although he wanted those seconds to last an eternity, the game still continued. It was getting boring pretty quickly. He stayed close to you, and your hands started to trail up and down his arm. Your fingertips left a tingling sensation on their path that made his skin tickle pleasantly. You did not know, but part of the reason he started working out was because he wanted your eyes to be on him, so having you touch his forearm like that brought a sense of satisfaction.

"Hey fam, your turn"

A black-haired girl passed you the glass bottle that had been previously spinning. Jason's blood ran cold at a sudden realization: you were not just a passive participant in this game, but an active player. That meant someone else would get to kiss you if you spun the bottle, and he was already missing your touch as you set the bottle down. It's not like he could stop you, even though he wished. He was just a friend to you, nothing more, and even if he wanted to make any excuse to pull you away from the situation, he couldn't.

So he watched. He watched with his ears folded back as the bottle spun round and round. He analysed everyone in the crowd: from those that seemed uninterested on what was happening, to some whose eyes lingered a bit too long on your figure. If he had no manners, he would already have growled. He never thought of himself as too possessive… and yet, there he was.

However, it was by a stroke of good luck — another one, he might have run out of luck already — that the bottle landed on him. He could not believe it at first. A first time was getting lucky, a second one!? That was crazy. José was laughing hysterically at what had happened. The hyena even fell backwards, laying on the floor and grabbing his stomach. It was probably due to Jason's dumbfounded face. He could not believe that was happening, and then he turned his eyes onto you.

"Are… uh… are you sure about this? Like, once was alright, but twice… I mean, I am not against it, but I wouldn't like to make you uncooomf…" He had to stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape, as you threw one leg over his lap to straddle him. If your intention was to make him shut up, he got the message clear as day. He could feel his pounding heartbeat on his chest, his throat, and even his head. You may have found him adorable sometimes, but he was babbling too much and you knew he would not stop stuttering anytime soon.

Jason had to stifle a moan the moment your lips crashed against his. This kiss was much more intense than what he was expecting, much different from the previous one you had shared. Were you teasing him? Because it was working. He could feel once again your mouth on his, but now your hands were on his shoulders, your legs straddling his lap. You were hovering over his lap, almost sitting on top of him. Jason could go insane if you kept going like that. A trembling hand found your hip at the same moment you slipped your tongue into Jason's mouth. His whole face was flushed, which was a miracle, considering that most of his blood was travelling downwards… He could feel his dick twitch to life inside his pants, and he was sure that any slight movement you made would make you notice it as well, as it rose from its slumber.

The kiss felt both like an eternity and an instant at the same time, and as you pulled away to catch your breath, Jason was already missing your sweet lips. At that moment he remembered that you two were, in fact, very much not alone, and a wave of shame swept over his poor heart. The moment you moved, everyone would be able to see that he was hard as a rock, and that just two kisses were enough to get him going like that. God, he was sure José would not shut up about it for months, and he would be lucky if the rest of the party did not hear about his shameful erection from just two kisses.

The wolf-boy gasped as you turned around and sat on his lap. He knew you could feel his hard-on pressing against your backside, and yet, you chose to sit on top of him? Were you trying to protect him from public shame? He did not know whether to be grateful, or to die right then and there, as you, his best friend, could feel how 'happy' he was to be with you. He felt himself twitch once again, and for a moment thought he saw your smile widen, but that could only be his imagination, right? There was no way you would be enjoying having Jason's erection pressing against you, or… maybe he was just underestimating how much his friend could enjoy sex altogether. He did not think about your sex-life often, nor did you talk about it that much with him. Was it weird? Should he ask more about your sex-life? Or would that be crossing a boundary as your best friend?

His dick did not care for boundaries right now, though. He gulped, and put his right hand on your hip, trying to act casual. He was doing an awful job at it. Jason's ears were alert, and his whole body tensed every time you shuffled on his lap, which was not too often… but it was enough to drive him insane. Were you doing that on purpose? No… you couldn't be, right? You would not tease your best friend that way. He was… almost sure, although that conviction was faltering a bit now. Sadly for him, he came to a realisation in that instant— his turn was once again approaching now, and the thought of it just made him huff in annoyance.

The way your ear twitched just a bit — probably because his breath blew against it — meant that you had heard him. Probably noticed his unwillingness to continue the game. That is why, when you asked him to accompany you to the bathroom, he immediately agreed. He got a few teasing whistles and yells, but paid them no mind as you both got up from the floor. He kept close, still trying to make his erection not too noticeable — probably failing, but people were probably too immersed in their own fun to notice. With a hand on your lower back, Jason guided you through the place.

"Uh— thank you for, y'know, gettin' us out of there. I didn't wanna continue playing. Once or twice is fun but… didn't want anyone… y'know, noticing too much?" he laughed, awkwardly "I'll wait for you here, I will, uh… have calmed down by then, I suppose"

You grabbed the lower part of his T-shirt, and signaled with your head for him to follow you inside. Your lips mumbled something he did not quite catch, something about not keeping him in that state anymore. His body and heart did not even hesitate to follow, although his mind had some second thoughts caused by the embarrassment of knowing that you, his best friend, his true love, had felt how hard he got with just a few kisses. Nevertheless, the wolf-boy followed you into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. Jason may be stupid, but not an idiot, so the moment when your lips crashed onto his did not come as a shock this time, and instead he groaned into your mouth.

For how long had he fantasized about kissing you? And now he had done so three times already. This time he was not as gentle nor passive as before, as he pressed his body against yours, and his hands closed around your hips. Jason needed those lips like a man lost in a desert needs water. He craved your touch, your skin, your body, and he could not have enough of it. Jason got quickly lost in the wave of sensations you provided, in the leftover taste of the alcohol in your mouth as you parted your lips and let him inside. His tail thrashed wildly behind him, and was the first to thump against the wall as you cornered him.

Funny, a wolf such as him, cornered by a bunny. It was as if the roles that nature had placed on your species had reversed, and at the same time it felt so… natural. Your lips left his, and he was close to letting out a whine at missing your sweet mouth. He had no time to reclaim your lips in another kiss, though, as before he could blink you were already sinking to your knees.

The sight left him speechless. His eyes were wide, as you undid his zipper and pulled his dick out. Your fingers wrapped around him, and he could feel the throb of his own blood flow. He saw your smirk, the way you were looking at him, teasing, but with a clear lust hazing over your own eyes as well. As your mouth moved to press a kiss to his glans, the wolf-guy threw his head back with a moan. Hell, he had never been a vocal one, what were you doing to him?

It feel dirty, sinful even, to have his best friend kneeling, kissing and caressing his cock. Both of you, locked in the bathroom as the music from the party could still be heard, although muffled. The way you kissed Jason's shaft, licked it even, he thought he could go insane at any given moment

"God, are you sure about—" Jason could not finish the sentence, as your warm mouth finally enveloped the head of his shaft. He took a breath through his teeth, and his hips bucked slightly. Your tongue circled his head as if you knew exactly how to make him crumble, and he thought all those rumours about rabbits and sex as being real in that exact moment.

He had to hold on with all his strength to not thrust inside your mouth, and let you suck him at your own pace. He was torn between closing his eyes from the pleasure, and also due to a bit of shyness at the situation, and keeping them open to see how you engulfed his hardness. Jason opted for the second option, as if he could engrave the image of you between his legs in his mind. His right hand found your head, and Jason ran his fingers through the strands of your hair. He gulped as his wandering hand found its way to your bunny ears, so soft, and cute.

"You're gonna make me lose my mind with that mouth of yours…" The wolf-boy stated, as you took him out of your mouth and rested his glans on your exposed tongue. His dick was glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum, and he appreciated this slight pause that you took to catch your breath… he wouldn't like to cum too soon. "You're far too good at this, y'know that?"

You giggled, and he could not help but to chuckle. He should feel more awkward, but seeing you so at ease ended up calming him a bit. His hand found your ears once again, and he caressed them slowly, carefully, as he stared at you through half-lidded eyes. God, you were so perfect. You were astonishing, and he could not help but to stare with a dumb smile.

Your words, however, made his hand stop in his tracks. What…did you say? Did you really ask him to fuck your throat? Really? With that sweet voice of yours, pressing a kiss to his thigh? He hesitated, if only for a moment.

"You sure? I… I don't know if I will be able to hold myself back"

But you nodded, eager, even. Who was he to deny your desires? So he just nodded back and took a deep breath as you took him in your mouth once again. Jason felt like this was a dream, one he did not want to wake up from.

"Just… tap my leg three times if it becomes too much"

His hands grabbed the back of your head, and then he gave a tentative thrust. It felt… good. Far too good. Your mouth was warm, wet, slick with your saliva, and you looked so, so good on your knees like that… His thrusts were calculated not to make you choke — although, maybe, there was something deep inside of him that desired to see you ruined by his dick, gagging on it as drool escaped from your sweet lips.

But he tried to keep his thrusts in line. At least as much as he could. He was just a man, and your mouth felt divine, so sometimes he gave a stronger one that made you gag. The wolf just muttered a 'sorry' the first few times, but you did not tap his leg, not even once, which made him stop apologising altogether when that happened.

Soon enough he was thrusting freely into your mouth, covering himself in your spit as he gripped your hair. He groaned, and let out moans and sighs as his release approached. His eyes were closed, ears folded back as he used your mouth just like a toy. Your name escaped his lips a few times, and he grew more and more desperate as the minutes passed by. Soon enough, he could feel that familiar knot coiling in his lower stomach, and his instincts took over as he pivoted his dick into your mouth over and over again, sliding in and out of your lips, your tongue pressed against him. He moaned out loud, not even bothering to keep himself quiet anymore.

"F...Fuck, I…I am… I am going to—"

Jason tried to warn you, he really tried, he would have given you the chance to pull away if you had wanted to— which you, really did not seem to want — but he was far too desperate, too lost in the pleasure to even give you an option. With a cry, he threw his head back as his cum erupted from the tip of his dick, feeding it to you straight into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop greedily. His hands were still glued to your head, and Jason kept it in place as his cum flooded your mouth and landed on your tongue, as he moaned between ragged breaths. His vision even went white for a few seconds… before he slumped back on the wall.

Jason took a minute or two to catch his breath and open his eyes again. You were still on your knees, licking the remains of his cum from your swollen lips. A few drops had escaped from them, so you gathered them with your fingers and licked them clean. You tried to get on your feet again, and as he noticed your legs trembling —probably from kneeling for far too long — he took your hand to help you up, and pressed you close to him.

"Just… just give me a minute" He exhaled, closing his eyes as he embraced you. His mind was still processing everything that had just happened. It was great, yet his body still craved your contact, although not sexually at the moment. He just needed to feel you close, to come to terms with the fact that it was the real you, and this was not just another wet dream of his.

His body relaxed the moment he felt your arms wrap around him as well, and decided to enjoy a few minutes of just embracing you, hearing, once again, the distant sound of the people and the music, just beyond the door. Jason felt fortunate at being able to hold you like that, even for just a few minutes, to be able to feel your skin, and your heartbeat. You were his best friend, and also the person he loved most in this world.

After a while, he pulled you away, just slightly. The wolf immediately regretted the distance between your bodies, but he intended to solve that soon enough. His hand rested on your cheek, and slowly, even giving you time to pull away if you really wanted to, he claimed your lips once again in a sweet kiss. He could taste himself on your mouth, which was not too great, but he could live with it if it meant kissing you once again.

You were the one to pull away this time, and after a small peck, you walked towards the door. You glanced back at him, and motioned with your head to follow. He tucked himself in and tidied up his clothes before following you behind, like your loyal wolf that he was. He would always be by your side, no matter what happened, to fulfill your every desire.

The situation had left him puzzled, especially about the relationship that you both shared now. He did not know if you were just helping him out, or if you wanted to keep having sporadic sex from time to time. However, that did not matter now. Jason left the bathroom trailing behind you, a pleasant smile upon his lips. Because no matter what happened in the future, you were still his best friend, his bunny, and the one person he was madly in love with, and would be until the end of his life.

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