#bashful cream bunny

[jellycatfriends]

alvi said that they deserved to be on the blog for all their help with the queue, and i agreed! they're a large bashful cream bunny and i am totally in love with the large bashful size. i'm yet to make a final judgement, but i might like them better than the mediums. i met alvi a few weeks ago, along with two others when i found a store that was having a jellycat sale and we've hung out a lot since :)

[kinzplush]

“…for the first time ever, a nightingale actually did sing in berkeley square. nobody heard it over the noise of the traffic, but it was there, right enough.” 🕊️💗

[emilybrontesghost]

My newest jellycat friend Viola!

[groovy-lady]

YAAAAAAAYS I’M GETTING MY SUNSHINE BUNNY WITH THE CREAM JUMPER!!!!!!! My Florida Grandma got it for me!!!!!!

Also, I love that the title options for ordering a Jellycat plushie (when you put your name and address, a title is required) are so inclusive!!! I GOT TO USE MX!!!!!

For the personalization, I picked italics and pink thread!

[onsunnyside]

omg for the balls party - all of the daddies surrounding bunny and rubbing their balls all over her face while degrading her 🤭🤭

- stevie’s cream 🐰

even though the party hasn't happened (yet) i am saving this

[sightseer69]

[fortheloveofjellycats]

here are my jellycats! im not sure what kind the big purple bunny is (they’re named sugar), but other than them there’s casper cat (named scrunkly), bashful black and cream puppy (named muffin), bashful inky bunny (named sparkle), blossom sage bunny (named willow) and bashful lamb (named lamby). not pictured are my dad’s pair of large bashful bunnies that i bought for him (they were actually the first plushies he ever owned, one is dark green and named dreamy, the other is brown and named sleepytime). i really want to get lottie bunny bedtime but im not sure when she’ll be in stock next, so these are all the jellycats i have for now!

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Thank you so much for sharing your Jellycat family with me! You've made my day. Your purple bunny looks like a Bashful Lilac Bunny! I have one too, and I named her Artemis (Artie for short).

I think it's wonderful that you got your dad two Bashful Bunnies. Something I've always loved about Jellycats is that they're made for people of all ages.

I hope you can get Lottie Bunny Bedtime soon, she's so sweet!

[prettyprettypaci2]

Drool - Part 2

💊 Part 1 💊

"Well someone has ants in their pants! Are you excited to have a room all to yourself?"

Your jaw would drop if it weren't already anchored open by the giant pink pacifier bobbing stupidly in your mouth. You try to catch your breath, but it isn't a simple task. The only way you can comfortably inhale is to gum the firm, rubbery shaft in a regular rhythm, suckling like a lamb as you breathe through your nose in soft, short bursts. The metronome of your squeaking and puffing is interrupted only by sporadic, thunderous slurps, when your full mouth is no longer able to accomodate the ocean of spit spilling out from under your flattened tongue. Any saliva you're unable to swallow bubbles out from behind the shield of the pacifier in a geyser of slimy drool. It glazes your cheeks and chin before draining pitifully onto the front of the tight, cloth bib wrapped around your neck.

And yet, despite the bizarre predicament you find yourself in -- uselessly pawing at your thin paper hospital gown in a pair of pink mitten restraints -- the sight of this bedroom plunges you further into the depths of astonishment.

The pastel purple accent wall is dominated by a life-sized mural of a bashful unicorn, which trots gaily along a rainbow road. A small dresser stands in the opposite corner, painted in the same cream-white and pink trim as the heavy fiberglass guardrails of the hospital-style bed. The large flatscreen television suspended from a high wall is already turned on: a cartoon bunny wearing shortalls stares down at you, singing hypnotically about his favorite letters of the alphabet. The entrance to the small bathroom -- tiled in bubblegum pink -- has no door, and is fully visible from the hallway when the room's privacy curtain is drawn open.

"Nnnngggh eehn ahhee nnggh?" You gurgle in confusion to Nurse Molly, tickling your nose with the spit bubbles that froth up behind the shield of your pacifier. This can't possibly be the room they assigned for you! What is going on here? Unable to bite your lip or scratch yourself to ease your anxiety, you stomp and shuffle awkwardly in the pink jelly sandals you had been given to wear with the matching hospital gown. You use the round, squishy toe of your right shoe to play with the jelly strap of your left, lightly skinning the back of your ankle in the process.

"Sorry, honey," Nurse Molly replies with a dismissive smile. "It'll be tough for us to have a chat during your oral treatments. Before we get you settled in, we need to do something about your fidgeting; you're going to trip and hurt yourself dancing around like that."

Nurse Molly reaches into the pocket of her pink scrubs before playfully shaking an orange cylinder of pills in front of your dripping face.

"These -- " she rattles the container again, as if teasing you with an enticing treat. " -- are a simple muscle relaxer. While our program is set up to address the root cause of your tics, medication can provide some short-term relief in the early stages of treatment. These pills might make your arms and legs feel a little funny, so it's best if you lie down for an hour or two after taking them, until we find a good dosage."

Nurse Molly walks over to the bed and releases a latch under one of the fiberglass guardrails. The chunky, solid barriers of poured white plastic fold down, granting you ingress to the elevated mattress.

You hesitate, feeling the gentle rain of spittle on your chin as you once again behold the giant unicorn on the wall. Everything about this situation feels wrong, and yet Nurse Molly's impassive assurances are filled with so much promise. You imagine the life you could be living soon: no longer afraid to speak in public, no longer drawing looks of concern from your scratching and biting, no longer annoying your peers with shaking legs or incessant tapping...

In defiance of your gut instinct, you climb up onto the bed. Nurse Molly guides you into a supine position as you struggle to gain purchase with your slippery, balled mittens. Soon, she has you on your back, staring up at the dumb cartoon as you paw nervously at the guardrails.

"Stay right there, honey," Nurse Molly retreats to the pink-tiled bathroom and you hear the sound of running water. When she returns to your side, your eyes flutter in shock. She seems to have found an enormous plastic bottle with a wide rubber nipple cap, and filled it to the brim.

"It's important to take these pills with lots of fluids. The water carries the medicine throughout your body and helps it take action more quickly," Nurse Molly explains with clinical confidence. Your lips tingle as Nurse Molly firmly grips the shield of your pacifier with a finger and thumb, sliding the silicone shaft out along the curve of your tongue like a damp carrot being plucked from the ground. You grimace as you watch a thick, cloudy rope of saliva chase the shaft of the pacifier through the air for several inches, then collapse like a heavy bridge onto the front of your soaked bib.

Despite the humilation, you take a moment to rejoice in the feeling of emptiness in your mouth. Your teeth feel strange as they involuntarily clamp down on your bottom lip -- almost like they had shifted slightly to accomodate the bulging, rubbery guest that had come to join them.

"It's worse than I thought," Nurse Molly coos with concern, holding your drool-coated chin with a gloved hand as she massages the inside of your lower lip with her thumb. "We won't be able to leave you without the oral device for long. Until I can consult with the doctor, we're going to keep it in whenever you're not eating or drinking."

"B-b-but -- " The taste of latex from Nurse Molly's gloved thumb is replaced by the slightly bitter flavor of three large pills, which begin dissolving as she drops them onto your tongue. Your stammering attempt at speech is both literally and figuratively drowned as your doting caretaker tips the plastic bottle upside-down, sliding the rubber cap between your slick, drooly lips.

"Soon, all those squirmies are going to go away," she says breezily, squeezing the bottle so that you're forced to gulp down the fountain of cold water. "You'll feel so relaxed...so calm..."

The minutes tick by slowly as Nurse Molly continues to empty the bottle down your throat. You're cognizant of the cartoon playing on the television, but the sing-song of the character voices seems to melt into the background. Your arms do feel a bit funny...and heavy...like they would struggle to lift their own weight...

By the time the bottle announces its emptiness with a few notes of airy suction, your tongue is lolling lazily in your mouth. You don't feel intoxicated, just...

...flat...and...slow...

You want to say something else before Nurse Molly eases the pacifier back into your pliant mouth, but it feels like it would take too much effort. Once again stuffed full with the bulbous shaft, you barely take notice of the pink leather strap she loops around the back of your head and through two holes in the pacifier's bobbing shield. It's now snugly secured to your suckling lips.

"We can't have it falling out if you decide to take a nap," she grins, taking a moment to wipe your chin with the saturated bib. "I'm going to go check in on some other patients. Why don't you take it easy for a bit?"

Lifting and locking the fiberglass guardrails back into place, Nurse Molly pulls the privacy curtain of your room closed before leaving you alone with the sickly sweet sing-alongs of the cartoon show. You wish she had left you with the remote so you could change the channel, but realize your dumb mittened hands couldn't work the buttons anyway. Your body seems to melt into the mattress as you're forced to listen to the cartoon rabbit's next song.

"Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it pours!"

The muscle relaxers seem to be hitting even harder. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"When it rains outside, the puppy dog snores!"

You realize with some anxiety that you can't feel your legs anymore. The whole lower half of your body has gone limp.

"Thank you Mr. Cloud, because when we're awake,"

Something feels...warm...

"We'll dance in the puddles you're about to make!"

💊 Part 3 💊

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"Here we go, the 3am zoomies..." Yoongi. Hybrid, fluff. -🖤

strawberry ice cream:

pairing: carpenter! yoongi x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || hybrid au ||

summary: yoongi’s solution to your 3am outbursts always ended in sweet kisses that tasted of sweet coffee and strawberry ice cream.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, yoongi being the softy he is <3 reader is a howl’s moving castle enthusiast

notes: prompt from this drabble game!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Yoongi knew exactly what he was getting himself into when Namjoon had asked if you could come and stay with him. a new permanent home for you, and a new friend for Yoongi.

because as much as he’d hate to admit it, Yoongi had spent months researching bunny hybrids before he’d even been offered to house you. where he’d been cocooned in blankets of an evening, absorbed into his own little bubble of the internet where he’d be able to learn anything and everything about the life of a bunny hybrid; and what he as a human could do to provide the proper care for your kind.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it’s just, Yoongi had been enamoured by you minutes after your first introduction and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling off since. fingers always itching to tease over the base of your ears, fur the prettiest shade of snow white and the cutest little squeak you’d let out when surprised. you were bashful, never too loud though he’d caught onto your little bursts of pent-up energy which would shine through—ever so pretty and ever so perfect, Yoongi couldn’t help the saccharine fondness that slithered its way into his heart.

Namjoon loved you, he truly did, just as much as you loved him back— but with his rise in fame and touring the country for book tours for weeks on end with no sign of this new life fizzling out, he couldn’t be around as much as you needed him to be. and so, the solution; Yoongi.

a solution you hadn’t been upset with, because Yoongi had a habit of spoiling you more than Namjoon did.

the carpenter didn't mind an extra pair of hands around the workshop, endeared when you’d take a catnap on the worn-down couch at the back of room, where your little bunny ears would twitch with every clatter of his tools hitting the work surface or the gentle ding of the bell above the door.

he’d spend most evenings carving out little bunnies that you’d paint of a morning before you helped sweep the floors after lunch— rewarded with a tub of fluffy strawberry ice cream and a coffee-mingled kiss before Yoongi got back to work for the afternoon. both humming along to whatever plays on the radio until the sun sets and you’re wriggling around, always hungry just as the shop is ready to close up for the night.

you’d read on the windowsill, slices of orange sunlight warming your cheeks, often distracted as you simply people watch; giving Yoongi a running commentary on everyone that passes the shop, or how maybe you should one day get a dog together.

“i already have a cute bunny, why would i need a dog?” you hadn’t been able to see his smile with his back turned to you, but you could hear it in his voice.

he’d muffled a laugh, drowned out by the slick noise of chipping wood when he’d seen the strawberry-ice cream pink hue dusting your cheeks.

it had always been a little ironic how much you loved anything that bounced. a little habit Namjoon had left out when making sure Yoongi knew every little detail about you. a habit that took months for him to figure out.

he’d been out grocery shopping, and you’d been so invested in Howl’s Moving Castle, flopped over the couch, he’d simply left you to finish the movie while he’d run some errands. not expecting you to be jumping on the couch when he’d gotten home.

you’d been embarrassed, fumbling to apologize, but Yoongi hadn’t cared all that much— not when you looked the happiest, you’d been since moving in with him.  

and it had been cute until the first couch broke, springs snapping under the weight of your constant bouncing.

you’d cried, and Yoongi had held you until you’d hiccupped in his arms with a watery apology that he silenced with a kiss to your forehead, and enough reassurance that he wasn’t mad, his own panic sizzling mellow when you stopped falling head-first into a panic attack.

after the second couch had folded, you’d moved to the bed, wary that Yoongi’s patience could surely only run so thin when this is the second time you’d ruined a piece of furniture.

“what’s this?” Yoongi had patted over the mattress one evening, divot a little more noticeable when he pulls the duvet away. it felt like déjà vu, pearly tears glazing your cheeks with stuttered out apologies and gentle kisses to placate your worries; because Yoongi could never find it in himself to get mad at you, not when he knows you hadn’t done it on purpose.

he’d bought you a mini trampoline for the living room, an easy solution to this problem. the perfect solution even, with you hopping in the living room and his furniture fully intact, really Yoongi felt like he’d outdone himself this time round.

it was a noise complaint from the downstairs neighbours that had the trampoline shucked onto the balcony, your feet thumping a little harder against the floor on the days it was too cold to go out there and bounce. truly a problem on nights like these when you just couldn’t seem to settle down. bouncing from one room to another, almost burning your arm while he’s been cooking.

“here we go, the 3am zoomies” Yoongi grunts, no venom behind his words at all, if anything he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, “hey! no bouncing on the couch” he wags a finger at you in warning.

you hop off the couch, “but yoongi” you whine, your ears flopping over your forehead, and Yoongi sighs.

“i know, doll. how about we go out?”

“where?” you bounce on your toes, hands falling on Yoongi’s shoulders when you almost trip over the edge of the rug; his hands falling onto your hips to hold you steady.

“what do you think about ice cream?”

“strawberry?”

and Yoongi laughs when he catches sight of your tail twitching from over your shoulder, cottony fur erratic with excitement.

“if that’s what you want, bun” he smooths your ears down the back of your head, tickling the base with the tips of his fingers; and you shiver in his hold, practically vibrating in his arms.

“let’s go” you tug on his sleeve.

“you need to put your shoes on first, my love” he reminds you, letting you tie your laces in the car, his own excitement hard to contain when you looked this happy.

nights like these were Yoongi’s favourite, knees knocking with one another as you sit on stools by the window of the convenience store, one of your hands tucked in his pocket to keep warm, fingers laced.

Yoongi’s kisses always tasted sugary sweet from the coffee, your tongue peeking out for a taste, a little more addicting than the bitter stuff he drank at home.

and Yoongi would chase after your lips, kissing you back because it tasted like strawberry ice cream and forever promises of a future where the two of you could stay like this forever.

the sweetness of your lips sating his sweet tooth, and cementing his ever-growing love in your heart, knowing you’d found a home in his.

🍓thank you for reading <3 feedback is always encouraged!!

[maximotts]

I just have this gut feeling that if you made yeehaw wanda dinner and forgot to make dessert, she’d just look at you with the biggest grin and go “Oh I’ll just have you for dessert, honey.”

Sorry for going a wild with this one I'm not sorry but I just… yeah.. this was supposed to be like three paragraphs max; @caroldantops said it didn’t need edits so blame them for any typos 💖

18+ only please . wc: 1.2k . cw: oral, dirty talk, oversensitivity, Wanda just being a silly cowgirl who wants kitchen table sex after a long week of hard work

Wanda cleaned her plate effortlessly, your long labored over dinner fully appreciated by the woman across the small kitchen table. “You must’ve spent all day on that stew and it was well worth it. What’s for dessert?”

It wasn’t an unfair question; typically every night ended with a sweet treat handmade by you, Wanda eagerly awaiting whatever surprise you had in store. But tonight you stayed seated, head hung low to mumble out your ashamed response, “I forgot.. I thought we had pie left, but I didn’t realize you’d snuck the last piece off to work with you until it was too late to make anything new. I’m sorry, Wands…”

The brunette was silent for a moment while you fidgeted nervously in your seat, tapping her fork against her plate as she thought over your mistake. “Come over here for a second, bunny, lemme talk to you.”

You rose from your seat slowly, rounding the table to hover at Wanda’s side. She pushed her plate far out of the way before pointing to the now clear surface, confusing you until she gently nudged you over, “Sit down, right in front.. there ya go.”

“Are you mad? I’m sure I can make find something in the cupboards to-“ But Wanda shushed you, scooting her chair forward once she’d settled in place between your legs. You felt terrible about forgetting one of your girlfriend’s favorite things; the only thing keeping you from tears was Wanda’s strong hands smoothing up your thighs. “Would you be opposed to going out? It’s the weekend, we could get ice cream.”

“Nah, I don’t want any of that,” Wanda shook her head, playing with the short hem of your dress. She could care less if you never made dessert for her again, all she wanted was time with you at the end of every long day. “I’ve got my dessert right here, honey.”

A curious eyebrow cocked down at her, confusedly searching for whatever sweet she was seeing that you couldn’t, “You didn’t forget to eat the pie at lunch, did you? Because it can’t be good anymore if it’s been sitting out all day…”

“Oh no, I ended up eating that way before break time, couldn’t help myself,” Wanda dragged you to the table’s edge, letting your dress ride up with it. The second she spied those pink lace panties she practically begged to let her buy for you, she fought not to rip them right off. “Thankfully you’re sweeter than any pie or cake in the world… You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you?”

The forwardness of it all made your entire face hot, Wanda's wolfish grin and shameless groping of your now exposed ass making you feel like captured prey. It wasn't the first time either, Wanda loved to overwhelm, to make you feel like the owned plaything you longed to be, but couldn't dare say aloud.... until she came along. She didn't mind if you were bashful about your desires, not in the slightest; if she was honest, it only served to turn her on more.

So when you nodded, whispering out a yes and spreading your legs to give her free reign where she couldn't wait to get her hands on, Wanda barely held back a feral growl. "That's a good girl. Now relax and let daddy get her fill of dessert."

She lifted you just enough to tug that temptatious lace off, tucking it in her back jeans pocket for safe keeping. Wanda had never been a patient woman, not in work and certainly not when it came to you. Tilting you back just enough, she hitched soft thighs over her strong shoulders and dove in, mouth devouring you as if she hadn't just eaten two helpings of dinner.

"Such a pretty little cunt... always so wet and ready, all for me," Wanda loved to mumble her way through eating you out, bestowing endless praise on the girl she grew helplessly drunk on. Your hands buried themselves in Wanda's hair, hips stuttering as her tongue rippled over your clit, "Go on, bunny, you can fuck yourself on my face if you wanna. Use me all you want."

And use her you did, rutting over the rough surface until your back arched and you were clamoring with your arms and legs to try to bring Wanda impossibly closer. You could've been ashamed of how needy your girlfriend made you in so short a time, but you knew she loved you just like this, willing and pliant, and all you ever wanted was to make her happy. "Can you go inside? P-Please..."

She had her tongue in you before you could finish your sentence, pushing deep as she could manage and your groan was so loud, Wanda swore it rattled the walls. It was enough to leave her grinding against the ridge at the front of her chair; you always managed to do such a number on her, Wanda's head already swirling with ideas how to have you help her get off in bed later.

"Wanda.. Wands, I'm so-" The tip of her nose bumped against your clit as she tongue fucked you as best she could in time with your erratic thrusts. It dawned on you that you were going to cum on her face, right on the kitchen table Wanda'd built with her own two hands out back and you've never been so in love.

When that coil in your belly finally snapped, you swore you blacked out for a minute, the euphoria too great for your body to cope with. Your girlfriend worked you through your orgasm effortlessly, not minding how you suffocated her between your sex and thighs, lapping every drop of wetness she could before you leaked onto the table.

Pulling away was hard, but you were panting so heavily, Wanda knew she had to lay you back before you fell, prying your legs apart to safely lower you down. She laid her head on the top of your thigh, using her fingers now to play in the mess she'd made while you still twitched and shook. "Best dessert anyone could ever get, honey. You're such a gift..."

"You're sure you're not mad? Even a little?" Your question was still quiet, tone wavering as earlier insecurities crept in again. Wanda hated hurting your feelings; even though you insisted she be honest with you, she'd clocked your sensitivity from day one and always covered up any frustrations with you as best as possible.

But Wanda was too busy smothering your legs with kisses, marking your inner thighs with love bites to worry about one night of missed baked goods. "I'd never be mad over something so silly. I'm lucky enough to have my sweetheart to come home to every single evening."

The brunette sat up then, only to bend over when your arms reached out for her. It was a painfully awkward angle, but she could care less, brushing the hairs that'd shaken loose from your pigtails back behind your ears. Wanda had that silly grin on her face again, the one you couldn't help but melt for, and just like that you felt yourself smiling right back at your girlfriend. "You're so sweet to me, Wanda, it's adorable."

"I love ya, you've got nothing to worry about, bunny." As her lips met yours, Wanda fiddled with the thin bow on the front of your dress, her free hand hitching your leg over her hip to press your bare lower half to her denim-covered one. "Now... am I adorable enough to get a second bit of dessert or do I have to sneak it again?"

[jellycatstuffies]

If you're ever stuck on deciding which size Bashful Bunny to get...

All colors are available in Small and Medium, a lot of them are also available in Large and Huge. Really Big and Really Really Big are so far reserved for the classic colors of Beige, Silver, and Cream with the exception of Bashful Tulip Pink Bunny which now comes in a Really Big size, too!

A little note on the faces: They do not only differ from size to size but also from individual bunny to bunny. Each bunny has a unique face so I always recommend getting your Jellycat bunnies in person rather than online!

You can also find my masterpost of all available bunny colors below. Note that it does not include the Bashful Mineral Blue Bunny or Bashful Golden Bunny which have since been released, so there is a total of 30 colors available!

I hope this can serve as a helpful guide for people who are not quite sure which bunny friend to get😊

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JELLYCAT BASHFUL CREAM BUNNY STIMBOARD

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[groovy-lady]

I’ve decided on the adorable Sunshine Bunny in the cream sweater/jumper!!! I love that the cream sweater matches the bun-bun’s fluffy white tail and it’s just so darn cute!! Like a custard with cream!

[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 20th September 2023

↳ Bashful Petal Bunny (medium)

"Strawberry cream-flavoured snuggles!"

[snailsagere]

Hii!! I was hoping maybe you could do an agere bag with stuffs like a tangle, cookies and cream pocky and a Navy blue jellycat bashful bunny?? With some more fidget toys and lollipops?? (The round ones, not the flat ones if that makes sense) Pref a neutral/without a set gender, for a 0-5 ish regressor???

If not that's okay!! And sorry is my ask is messy/doesn't make sense!!

Hi! Sure! :3

[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #24 and #73.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 24 & 73 [ List is here ]

giggly cuddles & tracing patterns on their stomach

Notes & Warning: fluff, cuddles after work, whiny Satoru, Word Count: 1.5k

"Satoru always gives me the vibes of randomly coming up to you to do some weird quizzes he found in the internet. I hope you like this, thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Quiz

You've been working since lunch until the day has turned night. Consequently, today is one of the rare days Satoru got a day off.

"Bunny, can I have my cuddles now? Please?" He leaned on the door frame, mustering the most polite whine he could ever do. Satoru's been waiting for you forever but you don't seem to have any intentions of finishing up and finally giving him the attention and love he deserves. The thought of it makes your beau pout, feeling down and lonely.

"In a minute Baby." Still unaware that the man is just a few feet away.

Satoru groaned, glaring at the screen of your laptop, the half devil in him tempted to pull out the router. But he's not just going to get a beating for destroying your hard work. He just really needs attention.

Unable to resist no more he sauntered into the room and positioned himself behind you, leaning down to wrap an arm around your shoulders whilst his cold lips press on the junction of your neck feeling your shudder from the heat of his breath.

"Bunny, please? I'm cold." Satoru shut his eyes, a crease on his temples formed as he tries to intake your faint floral scent. "Bed now, please?" He pleaded with a little whimper that never fails to pinch your heart and conscience.

The tapping on the keyboard finally halted, and the sound of the laptop shutting down was the signal. Your chair turned around and met his puffed cheeks and sad eyes. With a heavy sigh, your cold tired hands held his wrist, gently rubbing in silent apology.

"Okay," you whispered and roused up from the chair to stretch your stiff muscles while Satoru opened his arms to catch you. "Sorry about that, I already finished the last one." You buried your face into his hard chest, inhaling the masculine musk and faint scent of your floral shampoo sticking all over him

"What made you want to have a second date with me?" He read aloud with a devious smile pilfering over his lips.

After a quick bath, the two of you ended up doing couple quizzes for fun. That's how you ended up on the bed, with your back against the headboard and Satoru sitting between your legs with his head laying over your stomach. Your fingers are carded through the thick locks of Satoru's mane, you know he loves to feel your nails run through his scalp, and to his undercut, it makes him feel drowsy, and safe in your hold.

"Coz the cheesecake in the cafe we went to on our first date is heavenly so I wanted to visit again."

"You dated me for food? Excuse you." He turned around and accused you with his glare. "And here I thought you really liked me back then!"

"Hey," you giggled. "But I love you more now, compared back then."

The pout on Satoru's lips melted away, his head bashfully turned back to the screen with a bashful smirk on his lips at your declaration. You could try to fool him but the certain memory of your blush and awkwardness on your first dates tells otherwise.

"Really?" Satoru laid on his belly and rested his chin on your stomach. A childish grin now stretches on his lips. The teasing glint of his eyes trained on your serene countenance. "You love me more than..." He hummed to himself, thinking of things that you like. "More than your pancakes with heavy whipped cream and strawberries?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer me."

"Of course, I love you more."

Satoru pursed his lips but after staring at your raised brow he cannot hold back the giggle.

"Yeah, I know you love me most," he claimed with a smug look on his face.

Your hands in his hair pulled back a bunch of his locks in revenge for the teasing making him grunt and still lay on your tummy.

"Then what made you ask me to go out with you?" It's your turn to ask.

"Coz you looked hot in your suit and tie," he croons making you roll your eyes at the superficial reasoning. "Like Baby, have you seen yourself in the mirror when you work? I bet you didn't" he slurred, pushing your shirt upward to expose your cute tummy. The cold wind made you shiver accompanied by the languid stroke of Satoru's finger against your sensitive skin.

"'Toru!" You warned, covering your mouth to stop your giggles from the tickles running up to your spine. "That tickles!"

"You look hot as hell," Satoru whispered, fingers tracing the letters H... O... T on your trembling skin. His lips quirk as you squirm and try to pull away gasping for air.

"Have you seen yourself frown and put your hands on your hips? When your brows furrow I could feel the hair on my nape stand up." Satoru found your belly button, littering cute kitten nips and bites on the sides as his hand gripped your waist in position. "You make me giddy and bothered whenever you do that." He purred with fingers tracing nonsensical shapes over your ticklish belly.

"You're just needy, stop that," you hissed but eventually whined when you cannot hold back the giggles from the shuddering sensation on your belly. "Satoru!"

Smirk dawn over your man's lips as he toys with your exposed skin while firmly gripping you to stay in place with his chin on your navel blowing hot breath to add in the teasing. He's proud of the beads of tears moistening your lashes and the gasping giggles of yours falling past your lips. Precious, he thinks.

"What? You want more?" He grins.

You vehemently shake your head and lean your head to the side and catch your breath. Satoru chuckled at your exhausted figure. Dropping one long sweet kiss on your trembling belly button he hoist himself up until his chin found the valley of your bosom and laid there, feeling the way you breathe in and out.

"Just so you know I meant everything that I said." Satoru hums, searching for your eyes.

You exhaled and stared back at him. Your hands resume running through the arctic looks of Satoru's.

"Y'know," you hummed. Satoru innocently raises his brows. "You look hot in your sweatshirts too." You trailed your eyes downward. Your fingers found the tip of Satoru's chin, tilting them up. He pliantly followed the guide of your fingers to expose his neck to your hooded eyes. "Especially your collarbones." You bite your lips as the juncture of his chest appeared before you and giggle unabashed.

"Just my collarbones?" Satoru whispered, a cloud of emotion flickered past before you could register them.

"Just your collarbone." You repeated and immediately regretted it. Satoru's eyes glinted and before you could try to struggle he already pounced and pinned you down. "Satoru! Get off!"

"Just my collarbones huh? Just because I didn't pull you back in the bed this morning, you forget already?" Your body throbbed and writhe when Satoru peppered nips and bites over your struggling frame. The echo and pitches of your gasping breaths and giggles accompanied by his teasing and chomping went on until you tapped all breathlessly, trying to crawl away, panting for dear oxygen.

"That should teach you," Satoru smirked and laid on his back, turning your positions around as you are now the one laying on top of him. Your eyes closed and your breathing finally slowed down. He fondly strokes your hair whilst rubbing your back with his other hand. Spending your left energy on laughter. It didn't surprise Satoru as your eyes gradually drop in drowsiness.

With your cheeks smooched against his warm stomach, you drift to the haze of dreamland. Subconsciously smothering your face as if burying yourself deeper against him. Satoru can't help but find you adorable like a bunny. Now that his exhausted bunny has finally tired out the rest of her strength it's his turn to bask in your presence after patiently waiting the whole day to hold you in his arms.

"Sleep tight, Baby."

—GreyCaelum

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