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She'd seen his fluffy, jailbait ass turn a corner up the stairs to her bedroom, and she followed.
She'd stalked him as he tip-toed down the hallway, to her bedroom door.
She'd stayed at the corner of the stairs, eying him as he managed to silent open the bedroom door, even though she absolutely knew it should have creaked.
This was it.
The third fucking time she'd caught Nicholas Wilde, juvenile delinquent, in her room.
And, surprise! He didn't sneak through the window this time.
It was dark, but she could see he was hunched over her laundry hamper, one paw resting on the edge of the bin, the other pressing one of her panties over his muzzle, and his back to the door, and her.
Sharp intakes of breath, and a shuddering, muffled groan came from him, and she'd had enough.
Clearing her throat, she flipped the lightswitch, and he spun around on his heels, his paws quickly going behind his back.
She was tired, and opened her mouth to speak.
He was energetic, and spoke first, "Ah, Ms. Hopps! It looks like you've caught me! Breaking and entering, burglary," he held out her panties in one paw, and a fairly expensive looking pair of carrot earings in the other.
They weren't hers. She never wore jewelry.
As he continued his shpiel, "Oh, whatever will this lonely, mature, devilishly handsome fox do, now that he's been,"
Judy let out a gruff bark, unseemly though it may be, she was just tired, "Wilde." and he was immediately standing in front of her, back straight, just a few inches shy of her eye level.
He was holding the earings out to her in one paw, with a youthful, honest smile on his face.
She sighed. "I'm not accepting these. Where did you get them? Please tell me you didn't steal them,"
The fox was quick to answer, "Nope. Bought them off of Finnick! Real gold, and the gemstones were from some rings that were lying around- it's yours! Now, at least- A gift?"
The only way she would get a good night's sleep was if she just caved in.
But she wouldn't do that.
She was a bunny of the law.
And bunnies of the law didn't sleep with underage foxes.
Turned over to her dressed, she rifled through a drawer, pulling out a pair of steel cuffs.
Managing half-lidded eyes, she spoke with authority and a little bit of huskiness, "Mr. Wilde, I'm going to have to ask you to get on the ground,"
She cocked her hip to the side as she pressed her body against his, "And put your paws behind your back,"
He let out a sharp, desperate, "Yes, ma'am!" and was on the ground in an instant.
She felt the ground thud a bit, and winced.
Crouching down over him, she pressed her thighs against the back of his, and brought one of her paws around his wrists, while the other firmly grabbed his waist.
"I'm going to have to search you before I," she let her voice drop an octave, "Take you in,"
His tail thrashed between her legs, nudging her in just the right- worst possible spot.
As she groped along his pockets, which accentuated his vulpine curves she admitted to herself, he let out a husky groan.
His hips were grinding against the floor, and she could feel his shorts tighten up even from the back.
'Keep it together, Judy,' she told herself.
"Alright, Mr. Wilde," she said in a cutesy tone, which he responded with a breathless "Yes,"
She continued, "I'm going to have to keep you for the night, all locked up until someone comes to bail you out," and she slapped the cuffs on him.
He let out another groan, and his hips bucked against the ground hard enough that she was jolted from the thighs and fell onto his beck.
Rolling off of him, she quickly made it to the door, flipped off the light switch, and turned her head to him.
He managed to look up at her, with lustful, desperate eyes, and a panting mouth.
She managed to choke down her own desire enough to let out a monotone "Goodnight, Nick," and slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
A desperate whine came from behind the door as she pressed her back against the frame, "C'mon Fluff, punish me! Make me do your laundry with my tongue! Slap me around!"
Her hips shuddered, and she slapped a paw over her mouth as her other paw slid down her shorts and rubbed at her slick folds.
Breathing slowly for a few seconds, she called back to him, "This is your punishment tonight, Nick. I'll uncuff you in the morning if you're still in there. The bed's clean," and she walked over to the guest bedroom.
She had a change of clothes in there, just incase.
And a deadbolt lock.
Gods above, she wished he'd just turn eighteen already.