Chapters: 1/1Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTSRating: Not RatedWarnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyRelationships:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Rimming, Anal Fingering, handjob Summary:

tags are self explanatory , just indulging really.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Psychological Horror, Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Mind Manipulation, Gaslighting, Rimming, Barebacking, Sleep Deprivation, Sleep Paralysis, Explicit Sexual Content, Hallucinations Summary:

His room is dark, his fingers tingle, but he can’t move. Tears form at the corners of his eyes, the feeling of the water running down his cheeks make him uncomfortable. It’s not as bad as the frightening feeling pulling him in, restricting him on his bed, unable to breathe right. Jimin screams, though no sound slips from his mouth.

Then, he sees it.

The monster.

He’s In The Rain

☆ Pairings: reader x bunny!Jungkook

☆ Summary: saving a bunny boy from the rain is good for the soul

☆ Genre: angst, fluff

☆ Warnings: talk of abandonment and weaknesses

☆ Word Count: 1.3k

☆ A/N note: check out “She’s In The Rain” by The Rose, it’s beautiful and totally not my inspiration for the title

A bunny hybrid sat in the back of an old alleyway, his thin t-shirt and shorts were become a bad choice of clothes as nighttime overtook the city. Jungkook sat on his butt, arms holding his knees to his chest, as he sat wondering what to do now. He had been kicked out of the apartment he stayed at earlier that day by his now ex owner, leaving him alone on the streets since she was all he had. A shiver ran up his spine as he heard thunder coming from the grey clouds overhead, a few drops of rain hitting his long bunny ears.

“Why does everything hate me today?” He whimpered, gripping his knees tighter and squeezing his eyes shut.

The rain began pouring soon after, drenching his thin clothes in less than a minute. He began crying as the cold water covered him in it’s icy embrace. All his muscles were too weak for him to look for shelter, so instead he just sat and accepted the freezing cold rain.

Soon the sound of footsteps filled his ears, causing his fear to deepen. He covered his face in his hands as he began crying more and more, the steps becoming louder.

“Please don’t hurt me…” He whispered as the footsteps stopped in front of him.

The girl in front of him gasped, both in curiosity as to who would leave a little bunny out in the rain, and sadness for the poor boy. She knelt down, umbrella still in hand as she watched him. He felt a gentle hand land on his head, soft movement following.

“I won’t hurt you, buddy- er bunny?” The girl questioned to her self, wondering which nickname would be acceptable.

He looked up, eyes filled with tears as she gave him a smile.

“Are you ok, Sweetie?” Sweetie, yeah that was better name for him.

“J-just c-cold…” He trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

“Can I help you?” She asked, continuing to pet his soft hair.

“I-I’ll be f-ine.” He stated, looking down at the ground.

“Sweetie… It’s cold and raining and you’re by yourself. You need some sort of shelter.” She insisted, looking sadly at him.

When he didn’t answer she let out a sigh.

“How about this: I’ll take you home, clean you up, get you in better clothes, and you can leave in the morning if you want.” She offered, still looking concerned.

“I-I’m t-too we-ak to walk…” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.

Her heart ached for the poor boy, watching his small body quiver from the cold.

“If it’s ok with you, I can carry you.” She offered, watching his big eyes look up at her.

“R-really?” He asked in disbelief. No one has ever been so kind to him before.

She nodded, a small smile stretching her lips causing him to give a small smile in return.

“O-ok.” He replied, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

“Can you hold the umbrella since my hands will be full?” She asked, watching him quickly nod.

She placed the umbrella into his small, shaking hands, watching him use the little muscle he had to grip the handle. She then moved over beside him, slipping her left arm underneath his knees, while her right arm gripped just below his shoulders.

“Are you ready?” She asked, looking into his big brown eyes.

“Uh huh.” He replied, a small toothy grin spreading his lips.

She easily lifted him, feeling an ache in her heart over how much lighter he was than she had expected. She walked quickly through the rain, feeling his small body shiver from the cold. After she had jogged for awhile, she crossed the street, and smiled to see her apartment building in front of them. Walking up the stairs, she pushed through the door and pushed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently until the doors opened and walked inside.

“Do you know how to close the umbrella?” She asked, watching his big doe eyes stare back at her, looking up the umbrellas stick before reaching up and closing it, looking back at her with a smile.

“D-did I do it?” He asked, eyes filling with hope.

“Yeah you did! Good job sweetie!” She exclaimed, smiling at him, watching as his big doe eyes curled into little crescents, bunny teeth forming a large smile.

Once the elevator reached her floor, a small ding signaling the opening of the doors, she walked out and towards her apartment.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna have to set you down to open the door. Will you be ok?” She asked, watching his endless eyes stare back at her.

“Yeah! I’ll b-be ok!” He insisted, smiling at her.

With a smile she nodded. Once they reached her door, she carefully placed him down on the carpeted floor, being sure to not let him tip over. Standing back up she grabbed her keys from her back pocket, opening the door, and then scooping him back up, and walking inside with him, shutting the door with her butt.

She quickly made her way to her couch, setting him down carefully, and watching a content smile spread his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his body laid down onto the comfortable cushions. He stretched his small limbs, barely filling two of the three cushions on the couch. A smile grew on her face as she watched the small boy stretch out cutely.

As he continued to move his body around in the cutest way possible, she slipped away to find him clothes. Thankfully she had some old comfy clothes that, although would be somewhat big, should still fit the bunny. After grabbing the clothes, she came back into her living room to see the small boy peering over the couch.

“That big box in the wall hurt my foot…” He trailed off cutely, glancing over at the burning fireplace and lifting said foot in the air.

“Awe, that’s a fireplace sweetie. It’s hot.” She replied, giggling at his description.

“It hurts.” He mumbled, watching as she examined his foot for any burns.

“No burns! Your foot’s just a little toasty!” She smiled at him, giggle at his nose twitch.

“Here! Put these on. They’re warm and dry.” She said holding out the pink sweater with thin black stripes, and the purple and white polkadot pajama bottoms. He let out a giggle before reaching for the fluffy clothes and looking up at her.

“You’re so good to me.” He said admiringly, a soft pink blush covering her cheeks.

After he dressed himself, with minor help, she got them both something to eat. While they ate, he sat next to her, and she learned his name was Jungkook. As sleepiness started to engulf him, he began leaning against her. When she saw he had fallen asleep, she giggled, placing their empty bowls onto the coffee table, and carefully laying their bodies back against the couch. She tugged the big quilt she kept draped over the couch over them, stopping all movement when he began to stir. His eyes looked up at her, sleepy but still sparkling.

“Do I have to leave in the morning?” He asked, sadness filling his eyes.

“No, Kookie! You can stay with me, but only if you want to.” She replied, moving her hand to pet his long ears.

“I don’t wanna leave.” He mumbled, cuddling his face into the crook of her neck.

“Ok sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” She replied as they both fell into a comfortable slumber.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook, Original Characters Additional Tags: Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Kim Namjoon | RM, Orgy, Riding, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, handjob, Anal Fingering Summary:

Namjoon likes sex and he likes a lot of it, which is why he attends orgies on the regular. Always one of the dominate participants, he's surprised to find himself submitting to a new, handsome attendee one night.

Russian translation here.

concept;; prince!taehyung & prince!jungkook

summary;; they’re more than just enamored with you.

alternative title;; royal fuckboys!taehyung & jungkook

side notes;; here’s a little something I planned a few months back but never finished but now I found it again and I finished it uwu :-)

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taehyung and jungkook were best friends—brothers, basically. although they’re really close, neither of them got together with the girls they dated or their flings. they’re what you’d call; royal fuckboys. indeed, these apparently angelic boys were nothing but wolves disguised as sheeps. they control it though—the flings. not habitual actually. but they have slept with a couple maidens from the village.

also dated a few princesses here and there but these boys are greedy and picky. none of them satisfy them, at all. they left them probably after barely a week of dating, having later to deal with a furious king(and on occasions, queen). dozens of maidens were left devastated. the princes gave them a taste and now they’re just itching for more.

but they’ve laid off the one night stands for a while. why? a fair maiden has caught both of their attention. and she’s got them bad. really bad. normally, no feelings should surface towards any maiden target—none at all was their motto. no strings attached. that was it. that’s how it always was and has ever been. but fuck, you’ve got them thirsting for it really bad.

you were a maiden in taehyung’s kingdom. good friends with him actually. not as close as he was with jungkook. though he never viewed you in a different way, when you returned from your studies abroad and payed your visits to the castle, his mindset did 360 degree spin. he realized how much he genuinely missed your visits to the castle, your stupid teasing on his fashion choices, your smile and fuck, on how much he’s been missing out on these past years.

he got to you first (by a lot) and presented jungkook as his best friend. but you already knew that. everyone did. at first, you had to admit, jungkook was a handsome man of many charms. fully equipped with visible and hidden ones.

he frequently visited to the castle ever since you could remember and each time, you managed to sneak a peek at the prince’s infamous best bud the whole kitchen staff blabbered about. curiosity got the best of you and you got your wish. every now and then, you’d coincidentally come across them conversing in the garden, or through the halls. and that gave you a solid idea of taehyung’s friend’s appearance.

unbeknownst you, jungkook took notice of your presence in these encounters. you seemed so pretty from afar he wondered each time how you’d look up close. a true beauty, he bet. your image was now implanted in his mind and he can’t shake it out. it’s like you draw him in the more he catches glimpses of you. interest now piqued but strangely enough, he opted to not ask taehyung about you. he needed to know more of you. one way or another.

here you were. standing in front of him in all your divine splendor. offering him a warm smile. so pretty and alluring. up close—it was a whole new experience.

as for taehyung, he was already infatuated with you. he didn’t want to be too straightforward about it. he didn’t want to make a wrong move on you and have you forever portray him as a sleazeball.

neither of them wanted this. they wanted to take things easy and wisely.

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things escalated quickly. in the good way but, they weren’t prepared.

initially, you were the one who kissed taehyung so you made the brave move. and he gladly soften under your touch and melted in the sweetness of your kiss. he wasn’t at fault. was he not? clearly you wanted him and this. and he’s willing to make it memorable and certainly, not the last time it occurs.

jungkook strides silently along the main corridor, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. he hears a faint call, coming from the opposite direction. where the main, master bedrooms were located. it’s a feminine cry. he wants to dismiss it, thinking it’s just in his head or that it’s actually taehyung trying to pull a prank on him. but he hears it again, this time it’s desperate.

he wanders towards the voice, and finds himself a few centimeters away from taehyung’s bedroom door, that’s strangely left ajar. weird since taehyung was the type to lock it before heading to bed.

“p-please!”

he halts, and his mind starts racing. along with his heart. was taehyung watching porn? it was the only rational explanation for what he hears. taehyung hasn’t been with a woman (well, not that he knows of) since they “retired” from their usual flings so it’s understandable that he takes care of his carnal desires, or needs, of you will. but jungkook can’t shake off the fact that something’s off.

the soft moans sound very familiar.

“t-tae, fuck, right t-there!”

it’s you. spread out below taehyung, who’s cock is nestled deeply within your warm walls. he stays peaking through the crack of the door, growing hard from watching. he doesn’t know what to do; leave and attempt to get some sleep while that image burns into the back of his head. or maybe stay and observe. and now, take care of his rising problem.

he had to be extra cautious. one careless moan slips from him and he’s caught in the lewd act.

jungkook’s hand is wrapped around the swollen head of his cock as he watches everything unfold. taehyung’s drilling into you with ardor precision, thumb rubbing your clit. jungkook focuses on you as he pumps the base of his cock. your whimpers and moans. so pretty and divine.

he pictures himself in taehyung’s position. draped over your body, pounding into you. or maybe fucking you with his tongue. he feels like you’d enjoy it all. and take it all. he smiles to himself, gnawing on his lower lip as he restrains a moan from carelessly slipping as he visualizes the scenarios.

it’s all so vivid and filthy; you pleading for mercy as jungkook takes you from behind, or maybe you’d rather enjoy it pressed up against the balcony’s railings, so that everyone in the kingdom could see how much of a minx you were.

he flicks his wrist as the image grows cruder. he swore he could hear your voice resonate within his mind, begging for more. the smell of sex filling the room. he veins of his arm protruded as he latched onto the door frame for support. he’s picked up his pace, and drawls a groan, your name rolling huskily off his tongue.

“jungkook?”

jungkook peeks into the room, and makes little to no eye contact with you though he knows you’re too fucked out to even bat an eyelash, even more so when taehyung’s cock is buried to the hilt inside of you. taehyung smirks at jungkook’s disheveled appearance; cock still rigid and red from a denied orgasm, locks in a mess and drenched in sweat and his cheeks flushed.

“hyung, I—,”

“won’t you join us?”