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Here was what Nick Wilde expected when he unlocked his apartment door, turned the knob, and pushed it open—
One, his beautiful bunny would greet him with a tackle of a hug, nearly knocking the air out of him and causing him to drop the grocery bags in his paws, if only to return that embrace tenfold, with his tail inevitably wagging.
Two, she’d pull back and offer him that big, buck-toothy smile before enthusiastically asking him how his day was, even though they had just spent the shift together filing reports for closed cases and working on ongoing ones.
And three, they’d eventually end up in the kitchenette, trying to figure out how to get better at cooking the vegetables that they’d taken back with them from Bunnyburrow. It had been almost a week since they left, and they’d barely made a dent in the supply. Tonight, they were going to try cooking the radishes in a different way. He’d stopped by the grocery store to get some new seasonings and premade side dishes, while Judy was tasked with prepping the radishes so they could get started right away once he made it back home.
—That was what he expected anyway.
What he didn’t expect was for his eyes to immediately land on her ass when he walked into the apartment.
Right.
Because his beautiful bunny was laying on the striped couch on her stomach, wearing only his green Pawaiian shirt, and it was riding up, giving him a view of her tail wiggling. He swallowed, not tearing his eyes away from her, in his shirt (by the way!), waiting for him on the couch, with that ass on full display. And damn—she was also wearing the black underwear he couldn’t stop thinking about ever since he’d first seen it two nights ago.
Skimpy and impractical—in most use cases, anyway. He had a feeling she was intending to use it for what it was made for, and with how skimpy it was, it wasn’t hiding much from him.
He turned his attention to the kitchenette, to the counter where the radishes were—washed, chopped, placed in a large bowl, and ready to be tossed into a pan.
“I didn’t expect you to be back so soon, sweetheart.”
Judy turned over to lay on her back, the collar of his shirt slipped down her shoulder, and he could barely think straight. She gave him a feigned innocent smile—because he knew her, and he knew what she was trying to do.
He gave her a look and glanced behind her to see she’d been reading a random book from his shelf. It looked like the cookbook they picked up recently and had yet to actually cook something with.
“I had to fight old grandmas to get the deals first before inventory ran out,” he said, giving her a smug grin as he held up the bags of groceries.
She scooted closer, and he was sure she was intentional in making the fabric of his shirt catch onto the couch, allowing it to ride up further so that he could see her white-furred stomach. She bit her lip, blinking up at him, and he felt his ears heat up.
Those violet eyes were dangerous to look at right now; one look from them, and he would instantly be on his knees, prying open her legs to get a taste. Her ears were down, flushing a pretty pink.
Even her mouth looked so tempting right now; he could see it curling up. She definitely noticed him staring.
“Did you lose?” She asked, smirking.
He turned to head to the kitchenette and almost chuckled when he noticed she gave him a look of exasperation in his peripheral vision. She was waiting for him to break first.
“Got my ass handed to me multiple times,” he replied, placing the bags on the counter. “You wouldn’t believe how many sharp horns and hooves I had to avoid. Oh, but I knew I had to brave the war to get back home to you, darling.”
He heard her giggle, causing his ears to perk up and a smile to stretch across his lips.
“My brave soldier,” she said in an intentionally cheesy tone.
He heard her footsteps on his apartment floor, and he turned around, leaning against the counter. Sure enough, she was standing in front of him, her paws behind her back as she gazed up at him. She was biting that damn lip again. Her eyes were half-lidded as she studied him, and she couldn’t hide it, even when she tried to be coy—Judy was anticipating.
If she gave even more of the slightest push, he knew his resolve would crumble immediately, even if he desired at this moment to tease her a little more and watch for her reactions. It was currently Friday, and still, Tuesday night was coming back to him again—her soft sighs as she tried to keep from moaning too loudly, wrapped around him tightly, her eyes fluttering closed even as she tried so hard to keep them open. And her scent—thick and intoxicating—was enough to make him flip her on her stomach and inhale her neck deeply, filling all his senses with just her, as he took her from behind.
She must’ve been wanting the past two days if her constant glances at him in the cruiser today were anything to go by. They hadn’t been able to spend the night together since Tuesday, due to an especially time-consuming case that left them having to stay overnight to close before the weekend started. Those all-nighters didn’t leave any room for less-than-professional activities and for a while, they had to be Hopps and Wilde.
Her paw reached over, a finger flicking at his tie before trailing up it. She peered up at him through her lashes.
He placed his paws on the counter behind him, squeezing the edge as he smirked down at her.
There was that sly bunny of his.
This was Judy now.
“Carrots, we haven’t had dinner yet,” he said, keeping his tone light, teasing.
He loved it—the way her brows furrowed slightly, the want so blatant on her face that it looked like it was taking everything in her to not pounce on him right away and get what she wanted as soon as possible. She’d broken that resolve many times already, especially during the two days after they’d returned from Bunnyburrow.
They’d even gotten close in the cruiser during break on Monday, before he had to adamantly remind her they were still at work—break or not.
It seemed, for tonight, she was holding up a little stronger. He’d have to reward her for that later.
She moved her paws up, coming to the knot of his tie and yanking it gently to loosen it. She smiled as her gaze held his.
“Wouldn’t you rather have me?” She asked.
He watched as her fingers steadily undid his tie. She succeeded, sliding it off, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. He leaned down to meet her at eye-level, their noses nearly touching. “Judy Hopps, you are trying to seduce me.”
She gave him a mischievous smile, batting her eyelashes. “…Is it working?”
He knew it would happen sooner rather than later, that his resolve to resist her, to prolong the teasing a little more, would crumble in an instant. His paw found the back of her neck, pulling her closer. He took in her earthy, floral scent before he captured her lips. Her paws grasped onto the front of his shirt, pulling at him as her mouth moved against his, and he took advantage of the sigh she let out to slip his tongue in—
She reared her head back, audibly separating their lips and pressing a finger to his. He blinked at her, shocked to be taken out of the haze before he could fully allow himself to drown in it with her. He raised an eyebrow as he took in her heavy breaths and dilated pupils. She beamed, keeping her finger pressed against his lips. Her other paw still held his undone tie, gripping the fabric of his shirt along with it.
“Wait, I want to try something,” she said eagerly.
“Oh?”
One moment she was standing in front of him, and the next, Judy had rushed to his closet to pull out one of his spare ZPD uniform shirts. She threw it at him, her eyes wide with excitement. He caught it with a paw and curiously glanced down at it.
“Oh! And don’t forget these!” she said, tossing the uniform pants and duty belt over. He caught those too.
He examined all the items in his paws.
“You wanna try… roleplay?” He asked, looking up at her and raising an eyebrow.
Despite the question, he placed his uniform and duty belt down, and his fingers were already on the buttons of his Pawaiian shirt, unfastening as quickly as he could.
Whatever she wanted—hell—he wanted too. Maybe his tail was moving a little too much from the roleplay idea.
Judy did look a little sheepish from the direct question as she shrugged. “If you wanna try.”
He removed his pink Pawaiian shirt and yanked the white tank off over his head, haphazardly tossing them both on the floor. He smirked as she came closer, her eyes dropping to his chest.
He took her paw, placing a kiss on the back of it, loving the way her eyes burned as she watched his lips.
“Anything for you,” he said, smiling, and she giggled.
He put on his uniform shirt, buttoning it up, before shoving on his uniform pants in a more hasty manner and securing his spare duty belt around his hips. Since it was just a spare, there was essentially nothing attached, leaving some empty pouches. Judy tossed something else at him, and he caught it, chuckling when he found the carrot pen—with all its cracks and ridges—in his paw. He’d been given custody of it this week after she was assured that he wouldn’t be erasing any recording. He attached it to his duty belt.
Judy reached into the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor to pull out his wallet, taking the badge from it before placing it on the counter. She moved closer to secure the badge on his chest for him. He met amused violet eyes as she straightened it.
“And who will you be playing?” He asked.
“Someone you know very well,” she replied, grinning.
She held up his nighthowler tie before popping the collar of his green Pawaiian shirt and looping the tie around her neck. She made slow movements to tie it, and he eventually took over for her, tying it more quickly and securing the knot. As he was straightening the tie around her neck, she placed her paws on his.
“Carrots, you might want to refrain from putting your paws so close to my neck,” she said, a ghost of smirk on her lips.
He bit back a smirk of his own. “You might want to refrain from calling me ‘Carrots’. And you’ve been doing some unsavory things, slick Nick.”
“Really?” She said, backing away from him and hiding her paws behind her back. He laughed as she managed to mimic his posture. It was even more comical when she wasn’t wearing any pants. It was just his shirt draping over her body. “Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, placing a paw on his hip. He held his other paw up, counting with a finger for each ‘crime’ he was about to list. “Selling food without a permit, transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines, false advertising—”
Judy grabbed his wallet and opened it, holding it up like it was a certificate. “Permit, receipt of declared commerce, and I didn’t falsely advertise anything.”
He couldn’t resist a chuckle as his wallet was showing nothing of the sort. Instead, it blatantly displayed the photo strip they took at Violet’s wedding. Judy closed it and placed it back on the counter.
“So, I haven’t done anything wrong,” she said, and he felt the urge to laugh again at her tone. She sounded so seriously sleazy, giving her role a hundred and ten percent as she always did with everything. “I’ve been doing this since I was born. You can’t touch me, Carrots.”
He cleared his throat to recompose himself back into the role.
“We’ll see about that—,” she bit her lip, barely fighting back a smile. “—Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.”
“For what?” She said, stepping closer. The collar of the Pawaiian shirt was too big for her, even when being held together by his tie. It bunched up the fabric severely, pulling the shirt forward and giving him a full view of what was underneath when he glanced down. “Hurting your feewings?”
“Felony tax evasion,” he simply said, folding his arms. “Yeah… two hundred dollars a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year since you were twelve—so, times twenty, that is one million four hundred sixty thousand. And you reported zero in your tax forms. I mean—,” he shrugged, stepping closer, forcing her to tilt her head up more to keep his gaze. She was absolutely buzzing with anticipation; he could see it in her eyes. She was burning to be touched. “I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying.”
She was holding her breath, nose twitching as she peered up at him with half-lidded eyes.
“And since I have reason to believe a crime has been committed, I’m going to need to conduct a thorough search,” he said in a low tone.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” she said a little too quickly. “I don’t have anything for you to find anyway.”
He placed his paws on her shoulders, starting the pat-down procedure. He patted down her arms, going as slowly as he could take it, watching her bite her lip. He directed her to lift her arms so he could pat down the rest of her body. His shirt was so large and loose on her; the fabric looked like it was engulfing her, but he knew what her body looked like under all of it. It made his tail shift. He reached over and pressed his paws against her sides, holding the fabric flush to her body, feeling how soft she was underneath it. He wondered if she could feel how hot his paws were—how much he was itching to throw caution to the wind and just yank up the shirt and take her right here.
He moved steadily, however. It was better to earn her pleasure like this. With her eyes glazed over, trying to keep eye contact with him as he felt her up through the shirt, running his paws down and swallowing when he reached where her waist met her hips; the curve was driving him insane. It was made worse when he could smell how much she wanted him, even as he stood over her—how it intermingled with her natural scent. He could definitely feel a rush being sent from his head to down his pants.
Patience.
Patience would make the outcome all the more rewarding. He could already imagine her expressions when he’d make her come for him (repeatedly), and that was enough to get his tail slightly wagging, strengthening his resolve to keep that slower pace.
She shuddered under his touch, barely able to stand still as his paws lightly grazed her, not touching her fast enough as he knew she wanted him to. Her paw gripped onto one of his to keep it on her waist as he patted down, and he swatted it away.
“Refrain from laying your paws on me, Wilde,” he said.
Her glare was met with his smirk. He teased her long enough.
He crouched and moved his paws down to her legs, patting over the fabric of the Pawaiian shirt before he steadily slipped his paws under, touching her thighs directly. His ears perked upon hearing a gasp from her. Her legs clenched under his touch, and he dragged his paws across her thighs, down her legs, stroking fur and being thorough with his fingers as his claws scraped lightly. He couldn’t resist moving his paws back up, coming around and squeezing her ass, playing with her twitching tail. She let out a whimper.
The smirk still remained on his snout as he took note of her balled fists, and he looked up, marveling at the way she glared down at him with those darkened violet eyes, breathing heavily through her mouth as she tried so hard to not grab onto him.
“Watch where you’re touching too, Hopps,” she said in a low tone.
He didn’t take his paws away, watching her shiver as his claws dug in.
“I’m simply conducting a search with your verbal consent,” he said.
“You won’t be finding anything there.” She sounded so cute, her voice taking on a strained tone as his fingers shifted lower.
“If you don’t have anything to find—,” he said, dragging a paw down and across her thigh. She let out a soft whine as he stroked her inner thigh with his thumb. He was getting closer, moving slowly and prolonging it as he would pause and take a few seconds to stroke fur as he went along. His fingers eventually reached where she was most desperate for his touch, and he felt it—how she heated up for him. And her scent—her natural scent mixed in with her arousal. It was enough to make him lick his lips. He pressed a knuckle against her underwear—damp and ready, and they’d just barely started. “—what’s this?”
She shivered from his touch, her gaze growing more heated and her nose twitching as she sucked in a breath before she answered him, “…It’s not anything.”
“You liar,” he teased, flicking his finger against her, and she let out a shaky breath, her legs trembling from the sensation. “I’m going to need to look further into this. Spread your legs.”
She did as he asked.
“Cooperative, are we?” he commented, squeezing her ass with his other paw. She shuddered as his fingers dug in. “I don’t recall being this cooperative when I first met you.”
He held her eyes, tempted to give her what she wanted with the way she blinked down at him, needy and desperate.
“Go on,” he said softly. “Resist me more, Nick Wilde.”
Her ears flushed even pinker. Those violet eyes were narrowed in challenge. She made some effort to struggle in his grasp, and he tightened his hold on her legs. “You don’t have proof of anything, Carrots. You can search me thoroughly, but you’ll find nothing.”
He grabbed her waist and switched their positions, pressing her back against the kitchenette counters before he lifted her shirt up, taking in the view of her white-furred chest and stomach and that skimpy black underwear. Her paws grasped onto whatever she could find purchase to, but all she was met with were the counter cabinet doors. He remained crouched in front of her, at eye-level with her stomach.
“Mhm,” Nick hummed, pulling at the thin waistband of her underwear before letting it go. She shuddered when it snapped back. “It’s your word; I’ll make sure to search more thoroughly then.”
His finger grazed along the edge of her underwear, and she panted, trying to get closer to his finger. He used his other paw to clutch onto her waist, holding her flush against the counter, feeling her squirm under his grip from impatience and need. He took his finger back, bringing it to his lips. He licked two fingers—the ones he’d bitten the claws off of those days ago—though it did seem a little excessive when his bunny was already this wet for him.
He could certainly feel it as soon as he pushed her underwear aside and pressed his fingers against her. She let out a soft moan, watching him do so. Her expression was frenzied, the want so apparent, and he was weak to all things Judy Hopps. He couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted any longer. He plunged a finger into her and watched her instantly unravel as she tensed and let out a more audible moan.
She was beautiful, gasping and trying to hold in her moan as he took out the finger and thrust it back in. She was shaking, and he was wondering when she would eventually lose her ability to stand. He couldn’t wait to find out.
“I think I’m finding something,” he teased as he thrust his finger in repeatedly, eliciting more of those delicious moans from her. She smacked him on the shoulder, looking flustered and absolutely adorable.
She didn’t get a chance to respond—if she could speak coherently, anyway. He thrust another finger in, and she would’ve crumpled to the floor if he wasn’t holding her up against the counter. He set a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out. The feeling of her coating his fingers made him lick his lips. She was burning inside—hot, slick. Her scent was making him lightheaded, taking in as many breaths as he could as he watched her eyes flutter open and closed—the violet darkening but also getting shiny. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched her press a paw to her muzzle, trying to stifle her moans as he thrust his fingers into her over and over. Her legs were quivering around his paw, clenching and unclenching.
“Oh, this is enough to put you away for years, Slick,” he said, amused by her eyes as they tried to narrow on him. It was hopeless as she could barely keep them open.
He curled his fingers, and she let out a loud whimper before biting onto her own fingers. His ears perked, tail wagging more as he took his paw off her waist and grabbed the carrot pen from his duty belt. The absence of his support made her stumble on her legs, falling forward. She let out a cry as his fingers pushed in deeper from momentum, but she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pressing her face into his neck, out of instinct, to prevent herself from slipping fully.
“What did I say about your paws on me?” He said.
Fine—he might be teasing her a bit too much, but she was just too adorable, trying to move off him as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He was not even slowing his pace to allow her to get off easily. Her movements were sloppy, and her legs kept quivering more and more as she kept trying.
Her mewls and soft moans were reaching his ears more effectively in this position, and he needed to keep his resolve to maintain a steady pace. Her shallow breaths against his neck were also wearing on that resolve, though.
Her pleasure, her pleasure—he could feel the inside of his pants getting hotter and tighter.
She finally stumbled back against the counter again, smacking her paws loudly on the cabinet doors. He decided to reward her with a faster pace, marveling at the way her eyes widened and then rolled back as she met with an onslaught of more sensations. More sweet moans, more shallow breaths.
He held up the carrot pen, ensuring she could recognize what it was. “I should record some evidence, yeah?”
She gasped, her ears flushing a deeper pink, and she was stuttering out a mixture of moans and pants.
“N-Nick,” she said, before she was interrupted by another thrust of his fingers.
“Why’re you saying your own name?” He teased.
She only gave him those hazy violet eyes, lost in the pleasure of just taking his fingers. It was cute how she still tried, though.
“Th-there’s no… evi—,” she let out a shaky breath. “—evidence.”
“I’m hearing plenty,” he said. He pressed the tip of the carrot pen against her neck, moving it up and using it to lift her chin. “I can hear all the dirty sounds you’re making for me. You can’t resist it.”
He thrust his fingers in again, and she clenched around them. He pressed the button for a new recording, then pushed it into her paw, directing her thumb to keep the button pressed. “Go on. Give me more evidence.”
Her eyes widened as she gripped the pen, holding onto the recording button as he’d directed her to. He took his fingers out and didn’t bother to taste them as he usually did, knowing he was about to take it right from the source. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders before pushing her underwear aside again, leaning in and licking, feeling the heat on his tongue and her scent engulfing his senses. She let out a loud moan, her legs jerking as she felt the swipe of his tongue.
He should go slow, but one taste of her, and his resolve crumbled. He pressed his tongue against her entrance, and she cried out, thrusting her hips forward. Her nonverbal pleas were coming out hastier as she grinded herself against his mouth. He slid his tongue in, tasting her more thoroughly, and her legs wrapped around his neck, holding him there while he thrust his tongue in her repeatedly. Her legs clenched with each thrust; her shoulders shook with each moan that escaped her mouth.
The paw not holding the carrot pen was clutching onto his head, gripping the fur there. He grabbed that paw, pressing it firmly against the counter cabinet doors, intertwining their fingers. His other paw held onto one of her legs, gripping her thigh, supporting her with her back pressed against the cabinet doors. His fingers dug into her thigh, scraping his claws along the fur.
She cried out, her eyes getting watery. She squeezed his paw tightly, pressing her fingers into the knuckles as she shut her eyes. She was close. He took his tongue out and swiped it over where she was most sensitive before licking more firmly, moving his tongue in a more focused manner and directing his attention to bringing her over the edge. He moved at a faster pace, working with her as she grinded against his tongue to get to her release.
“Nick, please! N-Nick—!” She interrupted herself to let out a loud strangled cry, her legs quivering around his neck, clenching and squeezing and keeping his mouth pressed against her arousal.
He kept his eyes on her, watching her brows furrow up furiously with pleasure, her mouth trying to suck in as many breaths as she could—even as she was crying out from the intensity of her orgasm. Her eyes were shiny with tears, and her entire body shook and writhed.
He could never get tired of watching her.
He breathed heavily against her and slowly licked up to taste more of her as soon as she loosened her legs and let him go, feeling her twitch under his mouth. Her underwear shifted back into place; the fabric of it slipping over her arousal made her twitch even more. He let go of her paw to hold onto her other leg, gripping both her thighs now. He turned his head to inhale her floral scent before pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, dragging his tongue across, and biting down gently. She let out a whine, leg clenching as he marked her. Her paw was back on his head, gripping the fur.
“Did you get all that?” He asked, shifting his eyes to the carrot pen in her other paw. Her thumb was still on the button. He took it from her shaking paw and grinned as he examined it.
“Nick, I swear—,” she said, paws pressed to her muzzle and eyes wide. She lifted up one of her footpaws to kick his back with the heel. “—If you play that right now—”
He pressed the button, and the audio crackled to life, replaying everything. She gaped as she heard herself—not just her gasps and moans, but also the wet evidence of her arousal. The recording played all the way up to her screaming his name.
Both her paws clutched her ears, pulling them forward to cover her face. “Sweet cheese and crackers…”
He chuckled, waving the carrot pen around. “Can I extend my custody to next week?”
“You’ve lost your custody privileges,” she muttered, still hiding her face.
He gripped one of her wrists and gently pulled so he could see her eyes, narrowed on him and intense. He smirked, sure that doing so would make her more fired up. “I let you keep one recording; you let me keep another.”
She gave him a look. “Was the one of me confessing I’m a dumb bunny not enough for you?”
“I gotta have one of you being a sexy bunny too.”
She rolled her eyes playfully.
He placed the carrot pen back on his duty belt. “And you can get this after we’ve proven your innocence. I do apologize for having to take you to court, Wilde.”
To her credit, she got over being flustered as she folded her arms and took on a serious expression—comical as her legs were still dangling over his shoulders.
“Carrots, I can’t believe you’re putting me in jail,” she said. “After illegally obtaining tainted evidence… Dirty cop move.”
“‘Tainted’?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, sweet cheese and crackers—it was dirty, alright.”
She gave him a light heel kick on his back again. Then, her ears perked up as a grin spread on her lips. She moved her legs, and he helped her settle until she was sitting on her knees. She reached up and undid the knot of the nighthowler tie she was wearing, slipping it off, and holding it out to him.
“I guess you have to take me into custody then, Officer Hopps,” she said.
He blinked, eyes shifting from the tie to her. She wanted more—becoming even more fervent in her boldness.
…Sly bunny.
“You’re dangerous,” he said, taking the tie from her and wrapping it around his paw. “You know that? Did you learn this from those dirty books of yours, or was it concocted from that dirty mind of yours?”
She shrugged, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Both.”
She scooted closer, holding her wrists out to him, and he swallowed. She blinked up at him through her lashes, eager to please—it was definitely affecting him more than it should.
“I don’t know exactly how to tie it,” she said. “So, teach me something.”
His tail flew up.
Fuck.
Patience. Patience.
He leaned down and gave her a peck. “I can see you’re excited, but darling, not on the floor.”
She giggled. “I’d let you fuck me anywhere.”
He blinked.
Oh, she was not doing great things for his patience. He chuckled. “Since when have you gotten such a dirty mouth?”
“I mean, I am supposed to be playing you.”
“Mm, touché.”
They moved to the couch, and she once again held her wrists out, pressing them together, allowing him to loop the tie around and teach her how to tie it securely—where it was tight but not enough to hurt—for… purposes.
“You should pull this end to tighten it,” he said, holding the tie end up before dropping it to grab both her paws. His thumbs ran down the tie around her wrists. He hadn’t yet tightened it, so it still remained very loose and hanging off her wrists. “It’ll be snug, and you won’t be able to move your wrists.”
“Oh yeah?” She said, gazing up at him. “Will you be reading me my rights now, Hopps?”
He smirked. “Nicholas Wilde, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and—”
She yanked up her paws, elevating them, so that the loose binding around her wrists slipped over his own wrists. He slammed his mouth closed, eyes widening as she pulled her paws from his grip and securely tightened the tie, bounding his wrists together.
“—will be used against you in a court of law,” she finished for him. She gave him a mischievous grin when he simply blinked at her, gaping. “Well, well, have I turned the tables on you, Fluff?”
This bunny of his—was going to be the death of him. How was it possible that she was managing to make him even more aroused?
He glanced down at his tightly bound wrists, then met her eyes again.
“…Sly fox,” he said.
She tilted her head, giving him a onceover. “Dumb bunny. No hard feelings, yeah? After all, it’s called a hustle, sweetheart.”
She yanked at the tie, pulling him closer. “I think it’s my turn for a thorough investigation. I’ll be taking the carrot pen back, Hopps.”
She pressed her paw against his chest, pushing him back onto the couch until she was straddling him. She placed his bound wrists above his head, keeping them there while her other paw was notably not going for the duty belt. Her fingers fumbled hastily with the buttons of his uniform shirt.
He laughed. “I don’t know where you think I’m keeping it, but it’s not there, Slick.”
“Mm, well, I did say ‘thorough investigation’, sweetheart,” she said, biting her lip as she managed to undo a button.
She shoved her fingers into the gap it made, feeling for the warm fur underneath his shirt. He was sure she could feel his quick beating heart under her fingers. Her thighs were clamped to his sides, holding him in place. He could even feel the heat of her arousal on his stomach; she was making a mess of this spare uniform shirt, grinding against the buttons like that.
Her fingers were back to undoing more buttons, until she could finally splay his shirt open and touch his chest directly. She pressed her paw on his stomach, moving up steadily, and he swallowed as he felt suddenly too restrained for his pants. She weaved her fingers through his fur as she made it to his chest, then up to his neck.
“This is orange,” she commented as she stroked his fur. She leaned down so close that he could feel her breaths against his mouth. “Same color.”
He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath, as she leaned down and pressed her lips to the side of his neck before biting. Her prey teeth were duller than his, but she bit with enough force for him to feel the edges of her buck teeth.
She was really not doing great things for his patience. He breathed out harshly through his nose when she let go and licked the area she’d bitten. She moved on to do the same at the base of his throat and then his chest, taking extra care to lick thoroughly, going all in with her tongue and teeth. She was pressing her body against his, and he was not even sure if she was aware of how much she was squirming on top of him, driving him insane with her soft and warm body.
It would feel so fucking good to be inside her right now, where she was even softer and warmer. That thought didn’t help at all; he let out a soft grunt.
She lifted herself up and met his eyes. Glazed over, heated violet eyes were all he saw before she took his lips. A kiss was less of what it was. She was licking his lips before she kissed them, and he opened his mouth, giving her what she wanted. She pressed her arousal firmer onto him, grinding against his stomach as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.
He shifted his wrists under her grip. Even without her holding him there, he wouldn’t be able to release himself as easily with the tie around it. It was torturous not being able to touch her, grip her ass, and pull her down to have her moving against him. All the more, the way she was selfishly taking her pleasure was only making him harder.
She released his mouth, and he chased her tongue, sticking his out of his mouth to move against hers, not even caring that he was sloppy with it, tasting even her chin.
A growl escaped his throat as she pulled away completely, hovering over him.
“…That’s a lifetime sentence for you, Wilde,” he said, and despite trying to keep his voice level, he still sounded like he was out of breath.
She giggled, shifting down lower, until finally she was straddling him over his pants, and he felt himself twitch under the heat between her legs. She rolled her hips, sending a sudden bout of pleasure through him, and he gasped before narrowing his eyes on her. She smirked.
“What’s this?” She asked, pressing herself firmer against him. He sucked in a breath, frustrated that he couldn’t just grab for her. And he could, since she took her grip away—but where was the fun in that? His wrists were still bound, after all. “It feels like a carrot pen.”
She bit her lip, placing a paw down, feeling just how hard he was. He brought his bound wrists down to run his paws down his face, ears burning as she stroked him through his pants.
He cussed as she gripped it.
Fuck. She moved and grinded herself against him before he felt her soft paw tugging at the tie around his wrists. He met violet eyes full of amusement.
“Let me watch,” she said.
Before he could respond, she slid further down, hastily unzipping his pants and pulling down his underwear.
“Carrots—,” he rushed to say before her mouth took him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, cussing loudly as she swirled her tongue, and he felt the warm and wet feeling of it against the tip of his erection. He gritted his teeth when she bopped her head, taking more of him into her mouth.
…When did that mouth of hers get more skillful? The first time she took him in her mouth, she could barely work beyond the tip, and she didn’t know what to do with her teeth. But now, she was taking more of his length, working with her tongue, making him buck his hips—if only to feel more of her hot mouth and the slight scrape of her teeth.
He could barely keep his eyes open, but he could see her keeping her eyes on him as she pleasured him with her mouth, wide and looking so eager to please, desperate to watch him as he tilted his head back, restrained growls coming from his throat.
“Don’t—,” he said through gritted teeth and heavy breaths. “Don’t—finish me off. I need—”
A particular movement of her tongue made him sit up, tempted to just grab her head and fuck her mouth. He didn’t, keeping his fists clenched, pressing his bound wrists over his eyes.
“Fuck,” he said rather loudly.
She released him to speak.
“Are you going to tell me what you need?” She asked.
He dropped his paws to look at her. She was trying to bite down a smile. He breathed harshly as he stared at her. She was gripping him, stroking up and down. He sucked in a breath when she pressed a thumb against his tip, applying light pressure and making him shudder.
“You,” he said.
There was no point in being patient anymore. He needed her now.
“Please,” he added.
She grinned, pushing him back onto the couch. She moved to straddle him again and pressed her arousal against his. She shifted closer until she was grinding against him. This time, it was not through his pants, and he let out a growl as he felt every bit of the lacy texture of that damned black underwear. She lifted the Pawaiian shirt to let him see everything—the way she moved against him in that fucking underwear that couldn’t even contain how wet she was. He could feel every bit of her heat, could see it from how she was biting her lip and panting.
She was so fucking dangerous the way she shoved the hem of the shirt into her mouth to keep it up as she placed her paws on his legs to steady herself so that she could grind herself firmer against him, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. He clenched his paws into fists, holding it against his chest as he tried to move against her, feeling the pleasure shoot through him, making him fall deeper into that haze. He couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding in his ears and the wet noises of her grinding against him and coating him with her arousal. He was more focused on feeling rather than thinking.
All that came out of his mouth were curses or growls or a mixture of both. She was tearing down his resolve by the second. He opened his eyes to see her watching him. Her violet eyes were full of that need he was feeling. And she was pleading with him too.
Just say it. Say it.
“Let me fuck you,” he rushed out. “Please.”
She halted, smirking with his Pawaiian shirt stuffed in her mouth. She lifted herself up, and he narrowed his eyes, feeling himself get harder—his erection twitching—as she pushed her underwear aside and guided him toward her entrance. She slowly lowered herself, taking him in more and more, and he sucked in a breath once he felt her fully wrapped around him.
She was so hot inside, so wet that he was able to enter so easily. And this position—
He could easily see her expressions like this, her ears flushed and her eyes glazed over as she squirmed and felt every inch of him inside of her. She’d been on top before, and he enjoyed it as much as fucking her in any other position.
But there was something about this position in particular—the way she took all she could from him, moving against him in a hasty and rushed manner as she did with everything else. It was the same here as she lifted herself up and pushed down, her legs shaking as she took him again and again. She was so needy, quivering on top of him, taking that pleasure for herself. She gripped him so well, and he panted out, feeling her warmth anew as she allowed him to reenter her.
It was even sexier that her moans came out muffled into the fabric she was biting down on, still keeping his shirt up so he could see how she was taking him. Her hips rolled, and he traced her curves with his eyes.
“You’re so perfect,” he said softly.
A whine escaped from her. Her eyes grew needier as she picked up the pace, eliciting more growls from his throat. She leaned forward, squeezing her eyes shut as she allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure. Her scent overwhelmed him. He needed her more—needed her now.
He lifted his arms and placed his bound wrists on her back, pulling her body flush against his. Her eyes shot open to meet his, widening as he bucked his hips. She gasped, dropping the fabric of his Pawaiian shirt from her mouth, and let out a loud, audible moan.
“Wait—,” she cried. She was cut off by another moan as he thrust into her again. “Nick! Nick!”
Her paws gripped tightly onto the fur of his chest as she took every one of his thrusts while on top. It didn’t even matter anymore that his growls were getting louder; his mind was a frenzy, only focused on her expressions—her eyes rolling back, her mouth stuck between breathing and moaning. She could barely keep herself together as he fucked her. Her legs were quivering and clenching, pressed firmly against his sides, and tears were forming in her eyes as she panted out loud moans and his name.
She was fully pressed on top of him now, keeping her body there for him to take over and over. She wasn’t hiding her pleasure anymore, voicing it rather loudly with every thrust.
He should reward her.
He flipped their positions, laying her on her back while he hovered over her. She cried out when he pressed his bounded paws onto her stomach, holding her down as he fucked her harder. He shifted his paws downward, using his thumbs to stroke her as he moved at a faster pace.
She was fully screaming his name now, driving his motivation to take her over the edge and watch her unravel. He gritted his teeth, stifling his breaths, not wanting to arrive before she did, even as she was getting hotter wrapped around him. Her paws came up to grip his, pushing them firmer onto her stomach where he could feel himself moving in her.
“I’m—Fuck!” He grinned—she was so out of her mind lost in pleasure that she had no qualms using that dirty mouth of hers. “Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna—!”
She cried out instead, screaming as tears fell from her eyes. She clenched tighter around him, her legs shaking violently as she threw her head back, letting out more cries.
More.
More.
He could never stop being greedy when it came to Judy. He couldn’t let her go just yet, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. Her paws gripped onto his even tighter, pushing her fingers in so deeply that it was starting to get a little painful. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking, and they clenched as she came again and let out a strangled sob.
More. More. More.
She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face as she felt continuous pleasure, the overstimulation getting to her. Her eyes rolled back as she came again, gasping and writhing.
That look in her eyes—darkened violet, the desperation and plea for him to keep her here and bring her over the edge again and again. He sucked in a breath and leaned down, kissing her deeply as he finally released inside of her, letting out a soft growl into her mouth. She opened it for him to let his tongue in as well. She whimpered, trying to keep up with the movements of his tongue—sloppy and messy—but all he could think about was getting to taste her, to lose himself in her.
He panted against her mouth once their lips separated. They didn’t remain separated for too long as he dove in for more. She whined softly, her legs quivering under him. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as she met his kiss just as fervently.
She released his mouth to whisper against his lips, “I love you.”
She shuddered as he pressed a paw on her stomach, still feeling himself inside.
He knew she could feel it inside of her too—how he wouldn’t be able to let go of her for the next twenty or more minutes. He cupped her cheek, stroked her fur with his thumb, and kissed her softly.
He released her lips but couldn’t resist one last peck before he responded to her.
“I love you too.”
…So—
It was late into the night now—eleven-thirty, in fact—and they still haven’t gotten around to cooking those radishes.
No, they just had to spend the last few hours going for more, and Nick should know what he was getting himself into when he started dating a bunny, but her energy could be a bit much sometimes.
…Not that he was complaining. The moment she confessed that she’d been studying up on how to pleasure him better and that the past couple of days when they hadn’t been able to be intimate because of work, she’d spend the nights pleasuring herself—well.
Yeah, he didn’t think he’d ever instantly gotten ready for another round as fast as he had at that moment.
“Should we just get takeout?” He asked as he pressed his face into the armrest of his couch.
Judy giggled. She was currently straddling his back, giving him a massage with her fists.
His nighthowler tie was carefully and neatly placed back where he usually kept it on a hook, as was the carrot pen on its holder. He couldn’t say the same for the rest of their clothes, scattered all over his floor.
“Maybe four rounds were pushing it,” she said sheepishly. “Sorry, darling. But also, thank you. The best four rounds. You did a great job.”
He would laugh—knowing that she was holding up two thumbs-up since he couldn’t feel her paws on his back anymore—if he wasn’t feeling so winded.
“The things I do for you, Carrots,” he said, muffled in his couch cushion.
She giggled again, going back to massaging his back.
He was probably—no, scratch that—definitely going to be sluggish tomorrow, but it was a good thing he intentionally fixed his hours during the week so that he could get the Saturday off to spend it with his bunny.
They were probably also going to go at it again like—well—rabbits tomorrow.
…Not that he was complaining. Oh no. His body may be, but he certainly wasn’t.
She pressed her palms onto his back, using most of her weight to make circular motions. The pressure had him groaning out in pleasure, relaxing and melting into her touch. Truly, he was fox-putty when it came to her.
“Nick, you’re tempting me again,” she said. He could hear the smirk in her voice.
“Fuck, I’m in danger,” he said. His voice took on a dramatic tone, apparent even when muffled. “Spare me, my love. Please, Judith Laverne, I can’t take another round. My old bones can’t take it.”
She laughed loudly, switching back to her fists again. “Alright, fine. You’re not getting out of cuddling, though.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”
“Hey… you think we should order takeout now?”
“Sure,” he lifted his head, turning it so he could look at her. “What do you want? I’ll pay.”
“Is ‘Fox’ on the menu?” she asked, while giving him a silly attempt at a seductive look.
He returned it with a disbelieving look, and she couldn’t even keep a smirk on her face before she burst into laughter.
“Sorry, sorry, too soon.” But she didn’t sound sorry at all.
He rolled his eyes playfully. “There’s not many places open this late; I could order from this one late-night pizza place that’s pretty good. It’s an hour away, though.”
She leaned in closer, and he smiled as he took in her earthy, floral scent. She returned his smile, her body buzzing with excitement as her ears perked up. She couldn’t resist dropping a peck onto his nose before she popped the impromptu question.
“Do you wanna go on a midnight date?”
“You sure you’re not tired, Carrots?” He raised an eyebrow.
She giggled, pressing a kiss to his mouth before she got off his back to rush over to his closet, opening it hastily to grab some spare clothes she kept in his apartment. “I should be asking you that.”
He chuckled, sitting up and sinking back into the couch. She threw a Pawaiian shirt at him, and it landed on his chest.
“Underwear and pants too, please,” he said, holding up his paw as he leaned his head back on the couch cushion and closed his eyes.
His pants landed on his lap and his underwear, on his snout.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, making no move to actually get dressed.
“Get dressed quickly, Nick! I’m really hungry!”
His eyes shot open, gaping at her. She was in the middle of putting on some pants. Her shirt was halfway on, showing a good amount of white-furred stomach. He got up hastily to put on his clothes, starting with his underwear and pants.
“You’re telling me this now?” He said, incredulous. “Were you not hungry when we were—‘busy’!”
She gave him a cheeky smile as she pulled up her pants and secured the button. “No—I was having ‘Fox’.”
He gave her a look, and she giggled, pressing a paw to her cheek as she blatantly checked him out. He turned around and huffed, not letting her see a single thing as he put on and buttoned up his Pawaiian shirt.
“Hey, I was enjoying the show!” Judy joked.
“You’re getting cut off, Fluff!”
“Aw, darn!”
She laughed, and he couldn’t even stay pretend-mad for long as he joined her.
It didn’t take long for him to get fully dressed, and he grabbed his apartment keys as they headed out the door. He locked up before turning to face his energetic bunny.
She was still so full of energy, even after today’s work shift and four rounds. He shook his head fondly as he allowed her to take his paw and lead him up the stairs, down the street, and toward the station to catch the late night bus.
For a midnight date.
Unbelievable.
Only Judy Hopps would come up with such an impromptu idea and drag him along.
He smiled as he watched the back of her head before she turned it to look at him, giving him a big, buck-toothy smile.
Yeah, he’d follow her wherever she led him, anyway.