Fibonacci

Bunny girl. Bunny girl. Bunny girl.

Can’t shake that image off. A free ride in your mind. What if today…

Rainwater soaks through your jacket. You sigh in relief just to be inside the apartment building.

A bigger breath of fresh air, Heejin is right at the door as soon as you open it. She was in position to run up and hug you but decides against it when she sees your waterlogged clothes.

“Hey, babe. How was work?” Heejin asks, relaxing her stance. Her shorts under her cozy sweater must be short for all her legs to be on display.

Off goes the umbrella, jacket, the shoes, the laptop bag. You take out your laptop and leave the rest on a rack or a mat to dry. “Nothing too crazy, Bun. You?”

“Was just relaxing after I had a bunch of stuff to catch up on. Some vocal exercises. Guitar practice. Tired, tired.”

You give Heejin an empathetic nod and dry your hair (you note the state of Heejin’s wavy, dirty blonde much surpasses yours now) before you lounge lengthwise on the couch and pat beside yourself, your usual offer to cuddle.

Instead, Heejin points at the counter. “Made dinner, by the way.”

“Damn, that Japanese curry looks delicious. Thank you.” You absorb into the sofa’s cushions.

“Mhm.” Heejin places a finger on her lip. “Hmm. Usually, you perk up instantly for food. Already ate?”

“Yep. You got me. Just some kimbap from the convenience store. You’re the sweetest, but you didn’t have to. Pretty sure there were leftovers too.”

“Yeah, but you work so hard, and I like doing nice things for you.” Heejin giggles while she puts away some pans in the cabinet, the food in the fridge.

“You work hard too, you know. You’re so popular now, Bun. Oh yeah. Like I said, no pressure or anything, but speaking of nice things…”

Heejin sighs, her mouth wavering between a shaky frown and a shy smile. “Here we go.”

You unbutton your dress shirt, leaving only a thin undershirt, while she hurries to clean up the last of the plates.

Though Heejin approaches you, she stops in her tracks a meter away. “Yeah, yeah. I already know what you want me to do. I thought that maybe if I made dinner and was really sweet that you would forget.”

“Aww. Bun, are you blushing?” You don’t have to ask because it would be obvious even if you turned the lights off.

“Babe, shut up! I’m not blushing! You’re blushing.”

“Seriously, you sound so cute like that, you know?”

Heejin makes fists and waves her arms like she’s about to fight the idea. “I don’t! I don’t know. I know it’s not like me to be shy about anything, and I’m not shy. I’m just… I don’t know what I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when you said you wanted me to be your bunny girl, I didn’t even know what that… entailed—of course, that’s the word I… Look, obviously, it’s not about being an actual bunny. Something about the Loonaverse?”

You shake your head.

“Mm, I know you call me Bun all the time, and it’s really cute. But that’s different. Or at least, I thought so. Then I asked myself, did it have to do with anime? Yeah, probably, but I wasn’t sure. And after a bunch of thinking, I became insecure about it. Could I really be a bunny girl? A Playboy one? An Easter bunny? Well, that’s not that sexy, and that’s really what it’s about, right? Being sexy? Ahh! See? All these questions and it became this whole spiral and I’m all confused again and, and…” Exasperation in Heejin’s breath.

“If you’re having trouble—”

“No! N-not at all. In fact, I have been thinking about it. A little bit.” She emphasizes with her pointer and thumb almost pinching. “Just a little bit.”

“How about we relax for now?” Your hand gestures for Heejin to come to the couch again, and this time, she nods. Instead of cuddling into your embrace as the little spoon, she lies down facing you.

“ Hi.” Heejin smiles cheekily.

“Hi—”

A single soft smooch is how Heejin starts. Long lashes flutter on her beady eyes as she draws in a long breath. Knowing you’ll need the air, you do too. She stays ever meek in her kisses, sometimes missing your lips for the corner of your smile, your cheek, your jaw or chin or ear. You grab her soft cheeks and hold her in place to kiss her properly. Not necessary because regardless, Heejin cannot stay away from your mouth for too long.

“Mwh.” Quiet smack after quiet smack—every single peck is somehow cuter than the last: how Heejin pulls away, how she pouts and looks so needy for more like she isn’t the one drawing back, how the slightest whimper escapes. “Nh, I love you so much, babe.”

Oft-repeated, yet the words pulse around the chambers of your heart much louder than they’re spoken; after all, they are your true lifeblood.

You kiss the tip of her nose.

“I love you even more, Bun,” you whisper. “I could never get tired of kissing you, but… have you thought about it some more?”

“Yeah, I mean. I have. It’s weird. It’s almost like the idea of entertaining this bunny girl thing that you have turns me on and I don’t really know why. I feel weird about it. But I should’ve known ever since you called me Bun from day one.”

“Maybe it’s how we fuck like rabbits too?”

Heejin laughs at the obvious. Of course, it doesn’t need a reason, but it’s as though her outward happiness was made to warm your soul. “Right. I figured the least I could do was get a costume. Just to try it on. I wasn’t gonna tell you because I really thought making dinner and being all nice and cute would make you forget. I was gonna save it for a rainy day.”

You point past the window at the continued storm.

“So I guess it’s the day. Um, I got a headband that has bunny ears on it and… a buttplug, with a little bunny tail.”

The soul is not what’s so warm right now.

“Just to try it on?” you say with a sly smile.

Cringing hands hide Heejin’s face. “Mmm!” Doesn’t hide her red ears though.

“I’m kidding.” You pat her head and stroke her hair. "We can do this another day. You don’t seem too sure about this.”

“I am! I promise, I swear!” Heejin puts her hands up, revealing just how red her cheeks can get. “I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed, I’m nervous, and I don’t know why.”

"Lemme calm you down, then.” You reach under her sweater, feeling the warmth and the toned shape of her body before your hands arrive at her perky breasts.

Her respiration slows and accelerates sporadically. Your fingers tweak and pinch and roll the small tips harder, and even the simple action gets Heejin to stretch and contract and do whatever her body needs to accept the sudden pleasure. “That’s it, oh my god. You know just what to do.” Her moans are more breath than noise.

You pull away. Heejin looks confused until you grab her sides, sit up on the couch, then place her square on your lap.

“So what were you saying about the costume, Bun?” Your hands return to fondling her breasts, focusing on her nipples.

“Oh, right. So, I got the bunny outfit. Before you got home, I tried it on just to see how it felt and—that feels so good. Thank you, Daddy.“