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"My Valentine" by Kulkum

“So, is this all I get for Valentines?” the bunny asked, fluttering her lashes at the fox sitting beside her on the couch.

“I had you in tears not an hour ago. ‘Oh Nick, you’re such a sappy fox and I’m so lucky to have you,’” he mimicked, looking down at her and fluttering his own lashes right back. This had her giggling as she pressed into his side, wrapping her arms around his torso with her face pressed into his shirt. “That being side, I have no idea what you mean. What more could I possibly give you? I gave you the flowers – which you said were delicious – and another bunny to add to your stuffed Bunny Burrow collection.”

“And I loved all of it,” she said, raising her lips to press a kiss under his longer muzzle. “But I still expected something more.”

Her tone, which she was going her best to keep as serious as possible, did nothing to stop the fox from her looking at her knowingly. Emerald eyes sparkled down at her with a smile within even as he put on a pout.

“I thought Valentine’s was about showing those we care about that we love them unconditionally,” he said, putting on a grumpy voice as he stuck the tip of his tongue out at her. “And here I am, with the only female in the city who thinks about nothing but sex sex sex. Is that all I am to you? Just a hard cock and a thick, throbbing knot?”

“Yes,” she replied, blinking up at him with an expression that she was sure was completely innocent.

“Well, all right, then,” he said, dropping the façade as his paws both moved lower to cup under her butt. He used that grip to lift her from the couch as he stood, causing her to giggle as he marched towards the bedroom. “Nicolas Wilde, Big Throbbing Knot at your service. As a part of our romantic service for the day, would you rather me take my sweet, loving time? Or would you rather I be the savage rutting his defenseless doe in heat?”

This question was asked as they passed through the bedroom door, her fingers sliding over his shirt as she looked up at him. The moment she looked up at him and opened her muzzle, he tossed her onto the bed.

“You know what?” he said, reaching up to the collar of his shirt. She drew in a sharp breath as heat pooled in her belly when, rather than slowly unbuttoning it, he ripped the front open, sending buttons flying in all directions. “I take that back. Roll over, grab the sheets and bite down on that new plush, bunny. You’re getting fucked hard tonight.”

She had just managed to wiggle out of her dress and toss it to the floor as his pants his the far wall with a ‘slap’ that made her giggle and tingle all at the same time. No doubt he could already see the hearts in her eyes when he climbed onto the bed, flipped her over, and made very good on her promise.

Best Valentine’s Day ever.