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EVIL SWEETNESS

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Easter is coming and the bunny looks hungrier than usual. Jimin seems to have the perfect carrot for him, but will he get some eggs in return?

"I am standing straight and tall. My eyes are facing forward, and I am starving in the hall."

Genre: sex, hybrid x human, jealousy boyfriends, oneshot, easter, pwp.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings/additional tags: Hybrids, Bunny Hybrid Jeon Jungkook, Top Jeon Jungkook/Bottom Park Jimin, Bottom Jeon Jungkook/Top Park Jimin, Top Jeon JungkookBottom Park Jimin (BTS), Gay Porn Hard, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Sex Toys, Large Cock, Hardcore, Sexual Violence, Size Kink, Daddy Dom Jeon Jungkook, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Boyfriends, Jealousy, Sex and Chocolate, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Fucking, Cocky Jeon Jungkook, Overstimulation, Painful Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin Cries During Sex (BTS), Anal Plug, Butt Plugs, Wet & Messy

Oh no! Easter is coming and the eggs are suddenly gone! Can you help Jimin find them? Take care. I hear there's a mean, hungry rabbit on the prowl. But if you intend to follow, have a good Easter egg hunt!

Ps.: don't forget to read the warnings to prevent the rabbit from getting his teeth in you.

WARNINGS:

To get the best out of Easter evil sweetness, read the warnings.

1. This is a fictional work. Nothing written here has any connection with the reality of the people or other works that inspired the creation of this and the characters.

2. Respect is good and everyone likes it.

3. It's basically a porn without a plot, between a rabbit hybrid and a human, in a short single chapter. If you don't like it, get the hell out. There's no place for you here!

4. I don't accept adaptations. Plagiarism is a crime.

5. The story is +18, but it's up to everyone's conscience to read.

6. About triggers: the work has short, implicit and explicit descriptions of sexual relations, comments and profanity, and more. If you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ!

7. This wasn't created with the intention of offending any religion or religious commemoration. The cited event is only a starting point, without any relevance in the development of the story.

In addition, prepare a bottle of water because this is getting really - hot - sweet, and, take good care of your plants, or the Dr. poison will pay you a visit that is not pleasant.

Otherwise, I suggest you prepare some carrots to bargain with the rabbit during your egg hunt.

Unless you want him to become the hunter...

Oh, are you looking for some eggs? Don't be scared, I have the perfect duo for you...

“Dear Bunny, will you stop, stop, stop?”

PARK JIMIN

"Shit, where are you?" I mutter, rummaging around from the freezer to the pastry cupboards. "Seriously! I left for five minutes!"

Two nights. That's all I have to prepare for the city's Easter event, which I was responsible for making the children's eggs. And right now I'm freaking out because all those chocolates I tempered just a few minutes ago and let to rest on top of the benches, while I went to get the decorative items at the neighboring store, have simply disappeared.

Or someone was crazy enough to come in here and steal just that, because the cash register remains intact, or there was a glitch in the matrix and the chocolates went to another dimension.

Anyway, I have to find them, which is a very bad joke, because the easter egg hunt would start with me.

It was everything I needed, one more delay in my routine, when all I wanted was to get this job done to finally be able to visit my boyfriend, after endless days without seeing him. I feel that every bit of my body is gradually dying of longing.

I remove my apron, placing it on the clean reception desk as I try to retrace my every step. What's worse is that the kitchen is all dirty, and there are traces of my mess everywhere.

Well, regardless of what happened while I was away, I'm sure some traces were left along the way.

I walk over to the counters where I've left the chocolates cooling, looking for footprints or fingerprints on the surface, but there's nothing.

Except for…

"What is this here?" I approach the marble, finding a small white thread trying to camouflage itself in the dark stone. "A fur?"

I frown, confused.

This isn't so common. In the whole city, there is only one coat as soft, fine and shiny as this one.

"It can't be… can it?" I ask, rushing to the fridge to take the test, feeling myself go cold from head to toe as the possibility surrounds me.

I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to make too much noise, as I studied the mark left on the refrigerator door handle. The print of the tip of two big fingers, made with milk chocolate.

I barely realize I'm holding my breath as I carefully open the door, quickly scanning the bottom drawer for other prints. The surprise to find it dirty with chocolate on the outside, and empty on the inside, is instantaneous.

My carrots are gone!

Wait, it's worse.

If the rumors are right, and I'm not crazy, the Easter Bunny paid me a visit, and devoured them without leaving a single gnawed piece.

"This is crazy." I say to myself, trying to come up with another alternative, because I can't believe this really happened.

He can't honestly be real, can he?

I remember, then, what Mr. Martín, organizer of the Easter event, said to me: The Easter in Chocolate City is magical. Every year we receive the honorable visit of the rabbit. Nobody knows what it looks like, only that it is real, due to the white, soft, fine and shiny hairs it leaves behind. It is a unique coat, unmistakable. You'll recognize it right away once you find it.

I hug my own body, feeling chills.

I turn away from the appliance, finally noticing a few drops of chocolate splattered across the floor. Is this a trail?

I start to follow the trail, which winds down the stairs to the basement. Which is, in fact, my warehouse, where I store some materials that must stay at a more balanced temperature, without interference from the sun. Weirdly, at an ideal temperature for a rabbit…

With each step I take, my heartbeat speeds up even more. Now, standing in front of the door, I grip the handle with trembling hands, counting to ten, front to back and backwards, in somewhat futile preparation to open it.

Before going on, I take my cell phone out of my pocket and unlock it, putting it on my boyfriend's text message to tell him to come look for me urgently, in the candy store, if I don't get to his place by midnight.

Better to be safe than sorry, after all, you never know what could happen.

Come on Jimin, two seconds of courage.

I turn the handle carefully, trying not to make too much noise, opening a gap to peek before slowly pushing the door open. I see some carrots that have fallen and are covered in chocolate on the floor, creating another trail, this time towards a huge counter that is in the corner of the wall.

I open the door wider, afraid to see what's there, but all the caution in the world hasn't been able to prepare me for what I see.

A human body lying on the marble. With huge bunny ears, and intense red eyes. There's a half rabbit man, naked from head to toe, in my storage room! With only the intimacy covered by a slightly large hand.

A hand that makes me shiver because I know it so well, as soon as I get over the feel of it on my skin.

I shudder, trying to process the information.

I'm looking at the fucking easter bunny. Which is a hell of a bunny, to be honest. And on top of that, I've known him for years.

It's Jeon Jungkook, my boyfriend.

The same one who's staring at me hungrily lighting those seductive eyes, elbow resting on the counter and two chocolate-smeared fingers plunging wantonly into his mouth.

The mirror behind him, reflecting the broad, muscular back, and the fleshy bottom, adorned by a round, bushy tail in the middle. The wet ass, honeyed by a transparent liquid that runs along its entire length, going against the surface of the counter.

Suddenly I feel a wet nuisance between my legs. It's official. Fuck the surprise I had! I'm hard, dripping, at this disturbingly sensual image.

"My plan was to just eat those carrots, but none of 'em look as delicious as yours." murmurs. The tone is low and seductive enough to weaken my legs, and he knows it well, as he looks directly at them, commanding, "C'mon, baby, hurry up. I'm starving."

I swallow hard, walking slowly towards him as the door closes behind me. My heart is racing, my hands are sweaty, and my erection is about to pop out of my boxers.

Jungkook is looking directly at me, whereupon he wiggles his ears, and slowly uncovers his dick, showing me how excited he is too.

I think the egg hunt is over.

He smirks, slutty, reaching a clean hand up to the fake bunny tail, pulling it off, revealing the plug that was buried in his luscious ass.

My mouth waters as I see a clear drop fall from the tip of the toy before he inserts it back in, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as he groans teasingly.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I quicken my pace, cutting all that distance between us.

"You're not havin' fun without me." I warn, and tossing the phone onto the marble, I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor along with my boxers.

Satisfied, he reopens his eyes, sitting on the counter and pulling me in by the waist.

"Oh, don't worry, love. The fun's up to you." He says, pressing his mouth to mine as he wraps his legs around me, crushing our erections in the small space between us.

The kiss is sweet, hot, and wild, as if he were taking out on me all the longing for the several days we were away. I miss it too, but my dick does it so much more, and that's why I'm cutting the ceremonies.

Flustered, I bring my hands to his legs, pulling him closer to the edge and opening him up for me. I pull out the plug, crushing the fake plush between my fingers and the marble as I push myself into him, yearning for it. All under Jungkook's teasing gaze, who knows I won't last that long.

Fuck, he's soaking wet, squeezing me all over, sighing and pursing his lips as he takes me in.

I thrust my hips hard, making the things on the counter shake. With each movement, a piece of my sanity slips away, leaving me completely mad with pleasure.

I lean over Jungkook, bracing my hands on the surface, picking up the pace. His hands run straight to the back of my neck, pulling me in for one more kiss. The majestic tongue sliding between my lips and the taste of chocolate invading me even more than before.

This is so good.

Being inside him is one of the highlights of my life. It's unreal. Indescribable. The way he's sweet in my mouth while writhing around me always drives me crazy.

I can't believe I've been able to live all these days without being able to feel him like this, squeezing me and panting softly. So submissive that it makes me realize how tricky he is, and it makes me happy to know that it will soon pass, because Jungkook likes to dominate me. And I'm a sucker for the way he commands my body and my actions as he buries himself inside me.

Shit, I need that too.

I grab his hips, returning to the posture I was before, this time being more violent, pushing hard enough to make his body jerk, and the noises he makes in response tell me I hit the right place.

"Oh, yes…" he moans, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and arching his spine, making me go even deeper, hitting him again and again until I bring him to his orgasm.

I keep penetrating, in intense and light thrusts, balls hitting against his ass and reproducing a slapping sound that drives me crazy. The longing was so much that I couldn't stand it, and soon I poured myself into him, feeling his walls caging me up as I slowed down the rhythm.

I close my eyes, hands braced on the counter, trying to catch my breath, blowing out heavy gusts of air.

When I open them again, he's smiling at me mischievously. There's evil in his gaze, and I can't wait to taste his perversion, knowing he's about to take me apart.

I pull out of him, watching him sit back down across from me, pulling me in for a quieter kiss. On the other hand, his fingers are fast, masterfully unbuttoning my shirt, leaving chocolate stains made by the dirty hand.

I can't help it when his mouth drops from my lips to kiss and suck the skin of my neck and shoulder as I melt all over, moaning.

"Mmm… I missed you so much." I murmur, voice hoarse with pleasure.

"Oh, you did?" He asks, teasing me with his mischievous tongue, licking my earlobe before pulling it between his teeth in a gentle bite. I'm so limp, I can only answer him with a sigh. "Hm, Park?"

The way he says my name… Damn it. It makes me hard as fuck.

"Yeah?" I whisper, not sure how the words made their way out of my mouth, as I'm too weak to speak.

He gets me that way so easily.

"How much did you miss me, hm?" He asks, blowing warm air across my skin as he rubs his lips back and forth, waiting for an answer. "How much, babe?" Insists, getting down from the counter with his body next to mine, now looking at me from above.

I'm attracted by the red color of his eyes, which stare at me as if they are devouring my soul, at the same time that his erection rubbing against me is devouring my sanity.

"A lot." I answer.

I can't take my eyes off his.

It's like temptation is pulling me through that wicked, reddish glow.

“Enough to take me ‘till the sun rises, babe?”

Yes. Please.

"I heard rabbits don't last long." I tease him, still unaccustomed to the fact I just found out, but using it to my advantage.

He knows what I'm doing.

I love when he feels provoked, because he loses all gentleness.

And the loss of his gentleness results in much more intense orgasms.

Shaking his head in denial, Jungkook replies, with a mischievous smile: "I'll teach you something about rabbit resistance, love." Shit, his voice is so erotic it makes me feel him everywhere. My legs wobble when he adds, "It isn't the same as a hybrid's."

Yeah, now that I've discovered his secret, I'm aware of just how much longer a hybrid lasts in bed.

"But there is something rabbits and hybrids have in common." He goes back to talking, using that dirty tone as he rubs his thumbs across my nipples. Hell, the roughness in his touch leaves me unable to think. "We're excellent at biting, babe." My mind, although almost completely dysfunctional, wanders, imagining the things his wicked little mouth can do. Nothing compares to what he has in mind, turning me sharply against the counter, leaning over my body and blowing, against my goose bumps, his malicious promise: "And I'm going to eat you up like it's my last meal."

Fuck.

He promised, his lips brushing my back seconds before he nipped at my flesh.

My cock is dripping onto the counter just as his is slicking my upper ass. It's so indecent, that, shit , all this friction is already making me hard again… I'm on my toes, rubbing my ass against his erection, my body seething with anticipation. And he is, slowly, kissing and scratching with his teeth all the way down my back until he reaches my bottom.

With the chocolate-smeared hand, he grabs my waist tightly as he crouches down, using his other hand to cup one side of my ass, opening myself so close to his face that I can feel his hot, heavy, horny breath coming to me. I lean over the marble, seeking support when my legs begin to lose strength, as I feel his teeth mark me mercilessly while thrusting his thumb into me, just enough to tease me.

His fingers massage me, making me melt, wanting them inside me urgently. I feel his mouth slide from my balls to my hole, licking and sucking me, and deftly pressing my perineum midway. It's so good that I feel my nerves snapping.

It doesn't take long before he surrounds the area with the muscle, pushing his tongue inside me.

He has his face buried in my ass as he fucks me with his mouth. The big hands cupped, one on each side of my bottom, holding me firmly, and making sure I stay upright.

If it weren't for them, I would have really collapsed to the ground.

I close my eyes, reveling in the massage inside me.

Fuck, he's acting like he is really fucking me, thrusting his thumb in and out until it's causing small, uncontrollable tremors in my legs. He knows it's time to move on when he feels me throb around his tongue and finger, and I love how he wastes no time.

Jeon pulls away, standing up and giving me a push to stand up too. I immediately felt his hot erection poke me. I blink slowly, taking a deep breath and allowing myself to relax before receiving it. With the clean hand, Jungkook masturbates his own cock, slamming it against my flesh, making me even more anxious, and then, holding one of the sides of my ass, he starts pushing against me. Hard and wet. As slowly as he can, squeezing in.

His hand massages my bottom as I try to get used to the invasion, pressing my lips together to try to stifle a moan of pain. He grips my jaw, forcing me to turn my face to kiss him as he slowly enters me. The kiss relaxes me, and as soon as I feel less tense, he withdraws, leaving only the head, before thrusting in again, a little less slowly.

It's a little painful, but the pleasure is so much greater that it masks everything.

"Shit, babe, you're crushing me all over." groans, suffering, leaving and entering slowly.

Yeah, fucking Jungkook is amazing.

But nothing compares to the insane feeling of being devoured by him.

Staring at myself through the mirror, I notice all the impressions his ravenous teeth and ganache dirty palm have left on my body. Bite marks turning a darker color, and the shape of his chocolate-coated palm, stand out against my skin.

He smiles, noticing what I’m doing, happy with his work but not satisfied enough to stop.

I watch him reach for the freshly melted bowl of ganache he stole from me, sticking three fingers in the syrup, then withdrawing his hand and bringing it towards my face. He rubs his thumb over my lower lip, so immorally it makes me think of his cum-filled finger, smearing my mouth and chin. I slide my tongue between my lips, tasting the sweet chocolate that washes over me in bulk as he grips my jaw and dips his other two fingers into my mouth, cupping my face. And he continues sticking his cock in me, while he puts me to suck all the sweetness in his hand.

"Is it tasty, Park?" He asks, looking at me through the mirror, his mouth close to my ear. I can't even answer, the noise caused by the jolts, the creaking counter and my moans makes any response from me inaudible. But his voice is loud and steady, close to my ear, when he says, "You taste better."

Jungkook removes his fingers from my mouth, which leave accompanied by a trail of saliva, before bringing his hand to the back of my neck, gripping it and pushing me against the surface once more. His eyes remain locked on my reflected image, and it’s looking at my reddened face pressed against the marble, my eyes watering and my mouth slightly open, that he finds the strength to hit me harder.

"Fuck, so much better." groans, squeezing my hip so hard I'm amazed his fingerprint isn't already planted there.

I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans, but my attempt to be silent is interrupted by a vibration on the marble. It's my cell phone. Receiving a call.

Please! Stop vibrating.

"It's Martin." Jeon warns, slowing down the thrusts.

There's a tone of amusement in his voice, and I'm well aware of his intentions.

I'm sure of each one as I see his hand grip my phone, sliding his finger across the screen before bringing the device up to my ear. My mouth is closed while I try to control my breathing, listening to Mr. Martín calling me from the other side.

"Jimin, are you there? What's that noise? Is everything okay?" He snaps, looking genuinely concerned.

Yes I am. The noise is nothing but my fucking boyfriend bending me over the counter and fucking my ass, but I'm fine, thanks.

I clear my throat before speaking.

"Yes, Mr. Martín. Do you need something?" I answer, avoiding the middle question, doing my best to hide my trembling voice and labored breathing.

"Jimin, is everything okay?" He insists, only hearing a “uh-um” from me. "I was wondering if you managed to finish the eggs yet."

I'm about to answer him, but I have to stifle a sudden scream that almost rips from my throat, when Jungkook hits my prostate with a bang, and sure enough, on purpose.

"I'm still tempering the chocolates, but don't worry, everything will be finished in time." I say, hoping he didn't notice the creaking noise of Jeon bumping against me, the counter creaking with every movement, and the puffs of air I let out between sentences.

"Okay, thank you." He ends the conversation quickly, looking like he believes it.

Maybe he thought that all the noise and my irregular breathing was due to the fake job I'm having. At least that's what I hope.

"Goodnight…" I quickly say goodbye, letting out a cry as I'm thrust hard.

I don't even know if the call ended before Jungkook took the phone away from my ear, but the way he's smiling at me now, I'm guessing Martín heard my scream. Bastard. He likes it.

Jeon sighs, tilting his head down, one large hand landing at the base of my spine. He's slowing down, starting to throb and spill himself inside me, moaning softly. I'm drawn to the pained expression on his face, the closed eyes, the big bunny ears twitching, and the strands of hair wet from the sweat running down his forehead.

I want more. A lot more.

That's what he screams at me through the depraved gleam that crosses his red eyes when he opens them again, meeting mine in the mirror's reflection.

"You dumped me for work again, Jimin." suddenly blurts out, drawing my attention.

I know, I know.

Shit, I've arranged to do things with him several times and I've faltered. He's so right.

"You know this division isn't working well, right?" He inquires, moving back inside me. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, but it's gliding on so well, and the pleasure is so much that my eyelids are starting to feel heavy. I allow myself to close my eyes, just nodding in affirmation. "I want all your time, babe." He demands, thrusting his hand through my strands, gripping my hair tightly. He keeps pushing in slowly, declaring, "Don't forget that you are mine."

Only yours, love.

"I think Martín will understand if there is a delay." is the last thing he says before picking up the pace and fulfilling the promise he made to me earlier.

Martín will be delighted to know that I was late because the rabbit visited me tonight.

With the omission of details, of course.

I would never let him know that the hunt started with me, and that the eggs ended up buried in my ass.

THE END.

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