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ear-resistible

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, bunny hybrid!changbin, human!reader, sleepy weepy snuggy wuggy lovey dovey unprotected morning sex, multiple orgasms (m!rec), consensual somnophilia (see below)

a/n: solely inspired by me finding out that rabbit bucks literally pass out after mating and then wake back up like nothing happened, so. here’s changbin!

the sun is barely peeking through your curtains when you’re roused from your slumber. changbin’s body is graciously sleep-warm and still beside you, aside from the occasional twitch of his lop ear and unconscious smack of his lips. you’re about to let changbin’s slow, steady breathing lull you back into sleep’s embrace when you hear the blankets rustle and his foot thump twice against the mattress. 

you blearily realize that he must be dreaming, and without opening your eyes, you roll over slowly to tuck yourself into his side. his t-shirt rucks up when you plaster yourself to him, so your hand slips around his waist and settles on the warm skin of his belly. 

he doesn’t startle at the movement, almost like his body expects you, but his arm moves to wrap snugly around your shoulders so you’re properly cuddled closely together. 

changbin’s eyes also remain closed when he speaks. 

“y’bo. mmmtime’s it?” his words are sleep mumbled and raspy with unuse. 

all you give him in reply is a grunt, and you can hear him smile. 

the first time you blink your eyes open this morning, you’re met with the plush of changbin’s cheek and a twitching, black lop ear. you can tell he slept hard, indents of the pillow crease decorate the soft skin of his cheek. 

you move to kiss that first. he’s so warm and soft, his presence so steady beside you that you’re hit with the sudden realization that you could cry if you think too hard about it. so instead, you settle for pressing slow, tender kisses to the plush skin of his cheek. changbin hums when he feels your lips against him, and his arm tightens its hold around you as your lips move on to the velvety soft ear closest to you. 

a kiss is pressed there too, several in fact, his fur’s so soft you can’t help but nuzzle your cheek against it when you’re done. 

changbin’s other hand fumbles under the rumpled blankets so he can touch your leg, but he doesn’t stop there. changbin pulls your thigh so that it’s nestled over his lap, and when you wriggle closer to him to get more comfortable, he pats your thigh with a sleepy, goofy giggle. 

he’s hard in his shorts. it’s easy to tell with your leg pulled so purposefully over his lap the way it is. 

“somebunny had a nice dream,” you joke, and changbin gives you that goofy laugh again. your silly rabbit. 

“don’t remember,” he mumbles. his sneaky hand slides from your thigh to your ass so he can pat that too, touchy as ever. you curl into him more so that he has more access to your ass, and he rewards you with an airy moan as your thigh presses down harder on his chubbed up cock. “oh, wait. i r’member now. we were laying just like this, and then you- mm, you took your shirt off and rode me. yeah, binnie did dream that.” 

“oh, did i?” you question, and he raises his eyebrow at you the same time he gives you that dashingly handsome downward smirk. “like this?” 

with your leg already thrown over his hips, it doesn’t take much effort to straddle him fully. you fuss with his t-shirt before bothering with yours, pushing it up to his armpits so you can see the strong, soft plain of his stomach and chest. his nipples are dusky and brown, pebbled tight now that they’re uncovered from the warmth of his shirt. 

changbin gazes up at you with awe sparkling in his eyes as you finally raise your arms to take off your own shirt. he helps you toss it to the side and eagerly runs his hands up and down your hips when your skin is uncovered. 

your own nipples harden without the warm fabric of your t-shirt covering them, and you know the perfect way to warm them up again. changbin’s ears perk up on his head when he notices you leaning down over him and meets your tits with his waiting mouth, lips open and tongue out. 

changbin sucks your pebbled nipple into his mouth, circling the bud with his slick, soft tongue. you cup the back of his head as he works his lips against you. he pulls back slightly and licks a slow stripe from the underside of your breast to the peak of your nipple, and you’re addicted to the way it looks when it catches on his tongue. 

“don’t forget the other one,” you whisper, and changbin is quick to kiss across your chest to lap at your other nipple. since you’re leaning down over him, he’s almost smothered by your breasts, but you know he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

when you’re satisfied, you pull back to sit on your haunches again, cooing at the way changbin pouts when his mouth empties. you have other plans though, plans that involve sitting on his fat cock, and the longer you go without it the more your pussy aches for it. 

changbin watches with bated breath as you slowly scootch yourself down his legs, but he immediately catches on when your fingers tug at the hem of his shorts. changbin helps again, lifting his hips and moving his legs so that you can pull his shorts off completely. his shirt’s still on, but he shucks that over his head and off the edge of the bed too. 

now that he’s completely bare in front of you, he sleepily watches you watch him. changbin’s legs spread on their own accord, and he angles his hips up so that he can present his cock and his soft belly to you. 

“such a good buck,” you coo. changbin keens. his cock gives a valiant kick against his stomach, and he spreads his legs further so you can look your fill. his balls are thick and heavy between his legs. if he spread his legs even wider you might see the way you know his hole is clenching. 

quick work is made of your own panties, and you’re finally resettling yourself in changbin’s lap. 

his tip leaks, aiding in the slide of your cunt against him before you sit up on your knees and guide his cock to where you need him the most. 

“please?” changbin begs. his fingers come to pet at your sides. he doesn’t grip you roughly, just kneads the skin and holds you gently, a constant presence. “please. i love looking at you like this, i love you.” 

you sink down on him slowly and it takes your breath away. it does every time. his cock is so thick, just how you like it. 

your bunny’s lips fall open wide in a silent moan when you sit on him fully, but a noise finally pushes its way out of his throat when you start to ride him in earnest. changbin’s hips thrust up when yours angle down, and it’s bliss, bliss, bliss. 

“you feel perfect,” he says. his eyes roam from your face to your steadily bouncing tits. “your pussy is perfect.” 

a whine bubbles from your lips at the praise, and your hands scramble for purchase on his chest. 

“bin. bin, s-such a strong buck. i love you, o-oh my god,” you stutter. you’re not exactly close yet, but it feels so good you know changbin will get you there. 

“i can’t- can’t hold it. baby, you’re clenching me so tight, oh- it’s, ‘m cumming, yeobo, cummi-” 

changbin’s cock throbs, shooting pearly ropes inside of you, and he falls unconscious before he can finish speaking. 

it scared you at first, even though changbin told you beforehand that it happens nearly every time he orgasms. all of the preparation and explanation in the world still couldn’t have fully prepared you for the experience of your bunny passing out when you made him cum for the first time. you’ve been together long enough now that it’s just part of the process, and it’s unfairly cute. 

he’s only out for a few seconds, waking to the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek. changbin’s ears flick and his coffee-colored eyes blink rapidly before he focuses on your face again, smiling. his cock hasn’t flagged at all. 

“did i snore?” he jokes, and you slap his shoulder. 

“you’re in the best pussy you’ve ever had, you know damn well you didn’t snore!” 

changbin laughs and flips you onto your back, grin widening when you squeal. he settles on his haunches between your spread legs and uses his hand to guide himself back inside before he lowers himself down and blankets you fully. his elbows rest on either side of your head, and he cups your head with his hands to pull you into a kiss, sour breath and all. 

your lips smack in the otherwise quiet of the room, the only other noise is the rustling of the blankets under changbin’s knees and the click of the air conditioning unit. he’s fucking you so slowly, so sensually so he can focus on exploring your warm mouth with his tongue. 

he pulls away with a broken gasp when your hands sneak down to squeeze his ass, and he makes the most precious chirping sound when your fingers touch his sensitive tail. 

“want me to pull it, baby?” you whisper against his open mouth. he nods his head and squeezes his eyes shut. “pretty little cottontail.” 

you do just that, and his hips pick up speed like you knew they would. changbin’s cock ruts into you sharply as you grip his tail harshly by the base, but his rhythm stutters when you unfurl it to tug on the full length. 

“yeobo,” he whines. “my yeobo.” 

changbin’s thick fingers find your clit, and you can feel his dazed eyes on you before you even look at him. he has to double down, focus his efforts into keeping his rhythm and circling your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers. he’s concentrating so hard that his ears have perked up on his head. 

no one has ever cared about your pleasure the way changbin has. despite his rabbit stamina, he’s still focused solely on you and getting you there before he cums again. his fingers touch you with that just right amount of pressure, his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you that makes your toes curl when you drape your legs over the backs of his. 

“‘m gonna cum,” you whimper. “you’re gonna make me cum.” 

your eyebrows furrow and your lip quivers, beautiful agony, and changbin can’t take his eyes off of you. 

he knows you’re there when your breath catches in your throat and your eyes flutter and roll. the most devastating sound leaves your lips. the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt as you cum, paired with one last rough tug on his unfurled tail, gets changbin there as well. his hips nearly vibrate for a moment before he freezes stock still on top of you, immediately going unconscious again and falling limply to the side. 

you roll with him, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders so you can steady him when he hits the pillow. you have two loads of sticky cum leaking out of your pussy and onto your sheets, but all you care about now is massaging changbin’s velvety soft ear until he rouses. it doesn’t take long, it never does, until he blinks his eyes open again and focuses his tender gaze on your face. 

changbin flicks his ear against your fingers to make you giggle, and he smiles a small, toothy grin back when you do. 

“so, was that better than your dream or do we need to try again?” 

he presses a hand to the small of your back and uses it to pull you even closer to him, wrapping your thigh around his waist again just like he did earlier. his cock is still hard. 

“mmm, i think we could use some more practice.”

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

summary: maybe being helpful does have it's benefits.

thank you again to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this, you always come up with the best prompts!!

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you would regard yourself as the helpful type, always willing to aid others who are in need. even if that means leaving the comfort of your bed late at night to buy ice cream for your sister.

what your helpfulness does not extend to, however, is willingly giving said ice cream (the last one in the store) to a stranger.

a handsome stranger, perhaps, but thats besides the point.

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

"hi," you deadpan, refusing to pull your hand away from the tub, despite how cold your fingers feel. already.

"nice pajamas."

you glance down at the clothes you picked out at random - cookie monster pajama pants and a bright orange hoodie. admittedly not the best combination but, hey, you're at the store, not a fashion show.

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

"sorry, but i have 7 hungry men at home and i lost a bet."

"i have a sick sister at home. she's... going to die."

he raises an eyebrow. "if you don't get her this ice cream?"

"yes." the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. the lie is incredibly obvious, but you still hope that he either falls for it or gives up. "it's her dying wish."

unfortunately, he is neither stupid nor cooperative. "strawberry ice cream. her dying wish... sure." his grip on the tub tightens, biceps flexing just slightly. you try not to focus on that detail. "look, i'm sorry about your sister, but there's another store, like, 10 minutes away."

you gesture to your body. "and you expect me to go out in the cold like this?"

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

groaning, you reluctantly pull your hand away. absolutely not because you're giving in, but because in such thin clothes, the cold of the freezer is harder to withstand.

"look, dude," you say mockingly, "can you just go to the other store instead? please just give me the ice cream, i'm sick of this."

seemingly considering your offer, he licks his lips and allows his hand to fall to his side. just as you think you've won, the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "fine, i'll give you the icecream."

"oh, thank fu-"

he grabs your wrist as you reach back into the freezer, and you cut yourself off in shock. "on one condition."

"and that is...?"

the smirk remains, but his eyes fall to his feet. "if i give you this, will you let me buy you ice cream another day?"

your eyes widen. did he just... no. what the fuck?

cheeks burning, and the room feeling hotter than ever, you clear your throat. "are you... are you blackmailing me?"

"no!" he exclaims, releasing his grip on your wrist, which you had previously forgotten about. "i'm trying to hit on you."

"right now? like, when i'm standing in my pajamas and being stubborn about ice cream?"

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

he shrugs. "not if i get to take a cute stranger on a date."

"oh..." you consider your options. he may have been an inconvenience at first, but he is attractive, and it means double ice-cream for the price of one, so— "sure, i'll do it."

a blinding smile takes over his features. "i'm changbin."

"y/n."

"can i... can i have your number? you know, to contact you," changbin says.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you arrive home roughly 15 minutes later. when you hand your sister the ice cream and she doesn't even bother to thank you, you can't find it in yourself to care.

maybe being helpful does have its benefits. the benefits, in question, being ice cream. definitely not going on a date with a pretty boy, right?