⟶ :〝 on a university-wide easter egg hunt, jungkook decides to educate you on just how wrong you are about him. 〞hybrid au. university au. pwp au.
❥ : easter hare hybrid!jungkook x reader
❥ : crack ⋆ smut
❥ : 8.5k
⟶ : shy boy turned hardkinda meandom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, brat!reader,reader runs her mouth to make a shy hare snap,and boy does he snap, manhandling, jungkook pins reader down multiple times, public sex, sex in a forest/field thing? but also on campus; i.e. its a forest/field on a university campus, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, panty play? kinda, fingering, use of sex toys, did i mention jungkook is a tease?, gagging - but with fingers, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, so much foreplay, like so so much,reader is such a fucking brat, pussy slapping, dildo sucking/cleaning?, cum eating, low-key clit torture, anal play, ass fingering, pussy licking, spanking, clit sucking, so much edging she starts to cry, begging, praise, doggy style, unprotected, rough sex, multiple orgasms, jungkook literally fucks like a hare - aka hard and fast, hair pulling, creampie, cumplay, reader literally doesn’t learn her lesson and taunts him again yeehaw,
➵ /: this is literally the story i’m going to show satan to secure my place in hell as the queen, god bless
⏤ thank you to @peekaboongi and @shadowsremedy for beta reading this for me, and also @strawbxxymilk who just desperately wanted some furry porn,,, also to @guksheart who said and i quote ‘hybrids are just advanced furries’ when i said he’s not a furry
With a sigh of relief, you shuffle further into the dense thicket of trees. Dropping your bag to the ground, you press your back against the tree before slowly sinking down - taking a seat against the roots. Ideally, you’d have been on the train home for Easter break by now - but sadly, your best friend, Park Jimin, had somehow convinced you to join him on the University’s Easter Egg hunt. If you’re being completely honest, you have no idea why you agreed to it: Jimin always got too far into the competition.
Thus, you find yourself here - in a small closed-off field at the back of your university. The little enclosure is surrounded by thick trees and plush grass - little daisies and weeds sprouting around you. It’s a welcome peace from the chaos of the scavenger hunt you had just been part of: a whole throng of students wildly searching for as many of the plastic easter eggs as they could. Really, you’ll never understand what it was about the words ‘Free Pizza’ that has university students losing their minds. Well, you understand the appeal - but still, there’s no need to act like animals over it. Even if a fair percentage of them were, indeed, hybrids.
Had a really good happy hour tonight. Good conversation with a guy I think I want to play with. Got to be a rope bottom for Reaction Junkie teaching a couple people some knots. Got a surprise spanking/hitting from Reaction Junkie when I thought he’d left to get food and he came euphoria and pushed me onto an ottoman and whacked me. Radical Girl was a puppy for a bit and I got to praise her and all and then we started kissing and she stood up and grabbed me and was forceful and I was super fucking into it and it was crazy hot and she was like, “I’m subby, what?” and I have a date with her on Thursday and I can’t wait!
I’m dealing with a lot of feelings and work stress today. I’ve asked Reaction Junkie to go upstairs with me as soon as I get to happy hour and hit me for a long while.
I will not complain when he does exactly what I asked him to. I will not try to stop him from hitting me however hard he wants. I will not try to move away from his blows.
I will accept as much as he wants to dole out. I will sink into the pain and allow him to help me get away from myself. I will thank him for getting me out of my head.
I will be grateful to him for giving me what I need.
I woke up Saturday morning grinding against The Super Sadist. I don’t know who started it, but it did mean I didn’t wake him up with a blowjob. Oops. I’m sure he was terribly disappointed. When we were both completely awake, he said, “I think I should beat you while you read me the stupid things people wrote on your post." He was referencing the invasion of context-ignoring, kink shaming radfems who had found my face bruise post and were reblogging it and leaving paternalistic, agency-denying, violently anti-dom comments on it. I’d offered the idea of getting hit once for each stupid comment, but I liked his modification even better, and excitedly agreed to the game.
I grabbed my phone and lay on my stomach, giving him access to my ass and thighs. Opening up the post, I started reading. "Who the fuck thinks they are in a healthy relationsh-…” I was interrupted by the feel of his fist connecting with my flesh. He started punching and smacking my ass and thighs, which is my favorite kind of and location for impact. I continued reading the comments, their words punctuated by my moans and gasps as he kept beating me. Feeling him use his hands to hurt me while we talked about, were annoyed by, and expressed amusement at the shamey comments helped remind me that what they say doesn’t matter. What matters is what I enjoy posting and, more importantly, what the men who use me enjoy doing to me and reading about.
When I finished reading the comments, he had me shaking a little, from both shame and arousal. Laying back, he had me use my mouth on him. I had just started the blowjob when he had an idea. He grabbed a belt. I looked at him, not wanting to be choked while sucking cock. He put the end of the belt through the buckle, holding the loop in the air. “Put your head through,” he instructed. I hesitated and whined, but then he gave me a look. I reluctantly put my head through and he gently pulled my hair out from under the belt before tightening it around my neck.
He pulled me down into his crotch and I wrapped my lips around his cock. At first, he mostly used the belt to choke me, but as he continued using my mouth, he started using it to control me and my movements. I took as much of him as I could, forcing myself down, trying to open my throat. I choked on his cock and started to pull up. He held my head down and told me to “Keep it in, bitch.” I pulled up, but his hand kept me down longer, a beat or two beyond my comfort level. When he let me up, strings of sputum followed me, and I gasped for air. We did this several times until he finally took the belt from around my neck.
“I have an idea,” he said, he stood up. I made to do the same, but he said, “Crawl.” He grabbed a hunk of hair and half-pulled, half-led me to the bathroom on my hands and knees. He sat down on the toilet. “Now I can be as rough as I want.” I hesitated, not wanting the humiliation of sucking his cock over the toilet, but then my head was forced back onto his cock and he roughly fucked my face. He pushed my head down, his cock deeper than it had been before, and I gagged. He didn’t let me up and I threw up a little. When he finally let me up, I said, “I threw up” in a pathetic little voice. “I know,” he responded, not a hint of mercy. He continued using my mouth, and when he was ready to cum, he had me lick his balls while he stroked his cock. He growled out insults and degradation as he came on my face and in my hair, just like a desperate cumslut like me deserves.
He told me to get in the tub, and I knew what was going to happen next. I kneeled, and he stood over over me, cock in hand. I looked down and shut my eyes as he pissed in my hair. The next expected command came. “Open your mouth.” I complied, and tasted the warm, salty liquid hit my tongue and felt it spray over my face. When my mouth was full, I closed it, swallowed, and opened it again without being told. “Did you swallow?” he asked. “Yes, mister,” I answered. I earned a “Good girl” for being such an eager, disgusting little pisswhore.
After we both cleaned up and got dressed, we went to the store for groceries and for an enema I could empty out and replace with water so that he could use my ass. I also bought condoms at the pharmacy and The Super Sadist went outside to smoke, leaving me to buy condoms and an enema. And, of course, the condoms wouldn’t ring up, so I had to stand there, somewhat embarrassed at the obviousness of my purchases. We got Chipotle (yay!) and walked back to his place. As on the way to the store and on the train, we talked about all sorts of things. Obviously, I’m not good for much besides fucking and beating, but I think we both enjoyed the conversations we had. We have similar ideas on a lot of topics and seemed to be able to figure out where the other was coming from pretty easily, which is always nice to find in a partner. When we got back to his place, we relaxed for a little while, and then it was time for the degradation, humiliation, and pain to continue.
