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It’s morning in late spring of the Daegu countryside. White magnolias are in full bloom with their fragrant petals. Birds are chirping ceremoniously and the sun is in mid-greeting in the partially cloudy sky.
Jungkook steps out onto his back porch carrying not one, but two baskets. He’s wearing a straw, woven hat to provide protection from the heat that settles into the air much earlier these days. Jungkook had cut his own holes into the hat to comfortably tug his rabbit ears through. The downy, white ears drape over the brim of the hat. They vividly contrast the dark, black waves of the rest of his hair that gracefully frames his youthful face.
Now for the rest of his attire, he has on an oversized white shirt, the collar so widely loose for how many years he’s owned it, that it slopes gently down his shoulders. The shirt was a gift from his best friend back in Busan, so of course he kept it all this time. One could say it’s his favorite gardening shirt.
On his bottoms he has pale blue shorts, a soft denim material for easy movement that he can stretch and bounce in. The best part about them is the detailed stitching around his cottontail hole. Pink thread in intricate patterns, it frames his white, fluffy tail that twitches in delight upon the fresh scent of his garden.
This is Jungkook’s favorite place to be. Besides his bedroom burrow.
Hopping off the porch into the dewy, soft dirt, his bare toes wiggle about. Today he’s focusing on his carrots that should be ready to harvest. He’s been dreaming about eating carrot soup with freshly baked bread as well as other things…
Crouching down by the vegetable plot, Jungkook tugs at the leafy stems, checking the tops of the carrots for ripeness. Wiggling one carrot carefully from the damp earth, it plops free and he gasps. It’s a tiny carrot, no bigger than his palm; but it’s a healthy orange and he tucks it into his brown basket. He pulls up the next one, seeing it’s similar in size and color. Into the brown basket it goes!
A few waddles down, Jungkook finds a more challenging carrot to unroot. He has to wobble it a bit more and dig a little deeper into the dirt around it. All of a sudden he plucks it free and an excited squeal escapes.
This carrot is large. Long and thick, the healthy green stem acts as a strong handle to it. Jungkook moans quietly as he rubs his fingers along the ridges of the carrot, clearing off excess dirt. This carrot will go into his yellow basket. His yellow basket has a thin, embroidered cloth tucked inside of it. Jungkook gingerly sets the carrot within, patting it with a smile before he goes back to harvesting.
Like this, the focused rabbit spends the next hour going through his carrot plot, arguably the biggest section in his backyard garden. He sorts his beloved carrots from ones that go into his brown basket, to the few he finds that go into his yellow one. As the sun is higher in the sky and the morning nears noon, Jungkook feels warm and thirsty. He supposes that’s enough work for today.
The bunny washes his feet with the garden hose by his porch, making sure to rinse the dirt off between his toes to get them all squeaky clean. It does involve him bending over some, to carefully let the water run over his smooth skin. Bottom up, his white poof of a tail in the air, he doesn’t think twice about it because he does this all the time.
Unbeknownst to the occupied rabbit, there’s a curious tiger across the way.
Taehyung sits upon his stoop, which is really just a supremely cozy chair by the window. His striped tail swishes behind him idly as he rests his chin upon his forearms, dark eyes watching carefully through the glass.
He came to this village just a few months ago, escaping from the noisy city life. Growing up on a farm with his family, he only went to Seoul for university. Naturally he attained a salary job, but after just a few years, he felt caged and limited in the urban jungle. This led him to return to Daegu’s countryside. With his family farm not too far of a drive away, he still has independence in this smaller town.
Taehyung helped some of the local businesses with part time work, but he really came out here to start his own garden. A farm is too ambitious but he always loved being outside, tending to fruits and vegetables, planting and growing all kinds of various produce. However, he wants his garden to be a lustrous, blooming flower nursery. He’s still in the middle of building a greenhouse in his yard. Right now all he’s got are potted flowers decorating the rooms of his house, adding their own assorted textures and diverse colors to the environment.
The tiger overall loves his choice of moving out here. It’s quaint and quiet with open stretches of land and sky.
And a great view.
The first time he saw the rabbit was just a week after he moved here. Taehyung was outside watering his lawn, half asleep so early in the morning. He had on a sapphire kimono robe over a sleek shell-pink nightgown, the printed silks far too posh for standing in his barren yard in flip flops.
He first heard an excited squeal. It was startling in the calm of morning. His striped, soft ears perked in alarm, listening closely again.
There wasn’t another sound for several, long minutes. Once Taehyung concluded it was nothing, there was a pleased noise of delight that carried through the air.
Now with greater interest, Taehyung began to scan the area, staring at each of his neighboring houses. The distance between the homes here was the average length of two houses, much different than the city’s houses that practically stood on top of one another. With a sharp gaze, Taehyung finally saw the movement. Directly behind his home in the cute, white cottage with yellow shingles, he spotted the bunny hopping up and down.
The boy was stunning. In the early morning on the chilly day, he wore a thick cream sweater that matched his house. He had a blush pink scarf wrapped around his neck and he was holding a rather large bulb of cabbage. The bunny stuck his nose into the leafy green vegetable and Taehyung could see from his spot, those gorgeous, white ears glimmering in the natural light.
Ever since that day, Taehyung found himself seeking out glimpses of the rabbit. He’d cradle his morning mug of tea, staring out the window to see if the bunny chose that morning to work in his backyard. Or he’d laze on the comfy bench against the window, soaking up the sun while also hoping the adorable rabbit would make an appearance.
The rabbit after all had the most delectable looking thighs. Taehyung observed very early on the boy didn’t like to wear bottoms. Or at least long ones. With his long, draping sweaters, Taehyung couldn’t see any sign of shorts. Just expanses of toned, shapely thighs. There were times he got glimpses of shorts beneath and Taehyung’s favorite part about those days was seeing that fluffy, tuft of his cottontail sticking out.
Like today. Oh, today was delightful, indeed.
Taehyung was beginning to think he wouldn’t see the rabbit at all. It was later than when he normally came out, Taehyung’s mug was already empty of his tea. However when his patio door slid open and out stepped the boy, Taehyung felt his tail curve upwards with his ears straightening, his heart already racing. His neighbor looked splendid in his outfit and those floppy ears draping out of his hat. His blue, little shorts caused heat to collect in his gut.
He spends the next hour watching the opulent skinned rabbit digging up his carrots. As to why he is sorting them into two separate baskets, Taehyung has no clue. He has a theory that maybe some carrots were for stew while other carrots were for fresh salad. When he sees the bunny boy heading back into his cottage, Taehyung braces himself for his favorite part.
Jungkook bends over to wash off his bare feet, leaving his rump exposed in those exquisite short shorts. His tail looks so satisfyingly soft, like the silky, white hairs would slip through Taehyung’s fingers easily. Even better, he bet if he squeezed that fluffy, velvet tail the endearing rabbit would make one of his excited squeaks.
Heat curls between Taehyung’s hips and he starts to feel his cock fatten up.
The shy tiger should really find a way to approach him.
That’s when the idea hits!
Taehyung just visited his family a day ago. His parents stocked him up with a crate of strawberries. While the tiger has no idea what to do with so many strawberries, he bet the bunny could think of something.
With this new idea, Taehyung has a sudden excitement, his tail flicking more eagerly behind him. Looks like his evening will be busy. But first, he must look incredible.
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Jungkook already finished eating dinner. He made a huge pot of creamy, carrot soup with golden potatoes. With his night quieting down and his fridge stocked up with leftover portions of the soup, he finds it’s time to finally enjoy the rest of his carrots.
Sitting on the floor in his bedroom, he opens the yellow basket. He already washed off each carrot carefully, scraping away all traces of dirt, smoothing out the surface as well. He left the stalks on each one, discovering it’s easier to use them when he has more to grip onto.
There’s this tremble of delight in his heart. He’s been waiting so long for these carrots. Eggplants can be too slippery and cucumbers too boring, but carrots have a lot of character. The pointed tips of them are a great way to start teasing himself.
Jungkook usually starts off with circling his rim with the pointed tip. Slow and gentle, he does this until his breaths shorten. Then he likes to push the carrot in, a little at a time. Carrots have so much diversity, each one different than the next. Some are curved towards the tip which makes Jungkook moan early on. Others have more ridges that drag along his rim and against his inner walls, bringing so much pleasure to the rabbit. But what all carrots have in common, is the base of them are always fat and thick. Jungkook adores that feeling the absolute most.
It always makes the journey worth it. Fucking himself slowly, so that even if he wants more and his walls comply, all wet and softening up for the vegetable, he doesn’t give himself all of it at once. Jungkook enjoys the sensation of his body getting warmer and warmer, his slick accumulating and leaking out. The push of the carrot sends more of his wet fluids gushing out while a slick, sloppy noise fills the room.
Further and further he’ll fuck himself with it. Sometimes he’ll lay down with his legs spread, his wrist doing its best to reach down and shove the carrot in and out. Other times he’ll sit up and attach the carrot to a base, so he can ride it, bouncing himself up and down while chasing his climax. When he takes the whole carrot, that wider stem stretches his rim so well. Catching on his sensitive hole, forcing his entrance apart, this last bit never fails to send Jungkook over the edge.
All of these thoughts are making Jungkook so wet, so needy. His pink panties are getting damp as he senses his fluttering hole dripping.
It’s time.
Jungkook dresses up for this occasion. Or more like dresses down. He strips himself free from all of his clothes, moisturizing up his skin with a light lavender lotion. He then works jojoba oil into his rabbit ears, taking time to massage and thumb through the silky hairs. Looking down upon himself, intricate ink embellishes areas of his milky toned skin, prized tattoos given to him by a dear friend. The tiger flower on his ribcage is especially meaningful, reminding him of all the various loves he’s experienced or has yet to experience.
To top it all off, he took out his favorite garter. The coral belt buckles around his thigh, the edges trimmed with white, delicate lace. It digs into his soft, fleshy thigh like a strong set of fingers and Jungkook smiles at his choice.
Now it’s just him and the carrots. He chooses one first, leaving the others in the basket for later. This one has uneven curvature that leads to a thinner point. The inside of his thighs rub together as he stands up from the floor to move to his bed. They’re already wet with trails of his arousal.
Climbing atop his small bed, he gets onto all fours, precious carrot in hand. He bends over, presenting his gluttonous ass to the air. Oh, he’s so ready for this. He’s been waiting months , isn’t he a good bunny?
Jungkook starts off by dragging the length of the carrot between his exposed ass cheeks. Right in the valley, the bumpy curves of its shaft rub right along his tender skin. He skims past his hole, taunting himself on purpose. The small globs of slick that’s already trickled out of him catches easily onto the carrot, stickily coating the root.
Just as Jungkook prepares himself, soft moans falling from his pouting, pink lips, he guides the tip of the carrot to that tight entrance. He starts to nudge it in, a gasp slipping free as the pleasure already makes him ecstatic. Shallowly pumping the valuable vegetable, he gradually works on opening himself up with it. Little by little he rewards himself with more of it, his wet insides aiding the tugging thrusts. He whimpers when he has about half of the carrot buried within, his knees attempting to scoot together, embarrassed at how desperate he is. It’d be so easy to simply shove the rest into himself, to feel the carrot bottoming out.
Right when Jungkook cries out quietly to himself, he hears the doorbell ring.
The rabbit jerks, sitting up with his ears standing high on end. He goes silent, his hand halting its movements with the carrot still tucked halfway inside him.
It rings again.
Jungkook squeaks, yanking the carrot out of his hole, ignoring the mess of slick that splatters out. He tosses the carrot onto his bed, leaving it there as he runs to grab a sweater. A long one. It’s yellow and soft, cascading down his frame right to the middle of his thighs.
He doesn’t have time to really gather anything else onto his body before he’s hurrying out of his room. Rushing to the front door, he peeks through the peephole, seeing someone he doesn’t recognize. Pulling the door open a fraction, only poking his head out, he blinks at the stranger.
“Hello?” he speaks up quietly, confused as to why he has a visitor at such an hour. Usually once supper is over, everyone tends to keep to themselves besides the occasional party.
Taehyung was waiting outside of the white cottage, holding a more miniature sized crate of strawberries than the one he was given by his parents. The lights in the house were on, but when no one came the first time he rang the bell, he gave it another shot. This time he hears footsteps from within hurrying towards the door and once it’s pulled open, the sight he beholds is one far better than he imagined.
The light haloing behind him cascades these warm tones onto his angelic soft features. His cheeks are slightly pudgy, looking squeezable and kissable. His nose is round, perfect for booping. Lips pucker open in a suspended question, just ripe and malleable enough to take anything between them. Those eyes that look onwards at Taehyung could hold an entire galaxy of stars, dazzling with wonder as he waits for Taehyung to respond.
The rabbit is so much more beautiful up close.
“Hi, I’m Taehyung,” he introduces himself, his tail behind curling back and forth, excited tension in it. “I’m one of your neighbors, just moved here a bit ago. I wanted to share some strawberries,” he gestures to the crate in his arms with a wide, boxy smile. “My family are strawberry farmers and they gave me way too many to eat on my own.”
Taehyung practiced that introduction. Nailed it.
Still looking on in apprehension, Taehyung watches closely as those endearing bunny teeth bite onto his plump bottom lip. His sweetly curious eyes flicker down to the round, juicy looking strawberries and he sees those white, downy ears of his twitch against his black, wavy hair.
“Why are you sharing them with me?” The rabbit asks, and Taehyung can see his slender fingers clutching onto the frame of the door. He’s still holding his body behind the wood, probably scared to have an unknown predator at his doorstep. Taehyung is well aware of the stereotype surrounding his kind, the tales told about how predators still continue to stalk and violate weaker prey.
But he’s not like that. He only came here to help make the bunny feel good… to make him happy.
“I live right behind you. In the blue house,” Taehyung informs. “I’ve seen you gardening. I thought you’d appreciate these strawberries. Maybe you’ll have a better idea of what to do with them than me.” The tiger keeps up his grin, hoping his eyes convey the softer side of himself.
A few prolonged seconds hang in the air.
“Okay,” he says, and Taehyung is able to really appreciate the exquisite tone in his voice. He bets he tastes even sweeter than he sounds. “I’m Jungkook.”
He steps back and the door opens wider, inviting Taehyung inside. The tiger repeats that name in his head.
Jungkook .
So cute.
“Nice to meet you, Jungkook,” he softly speaks, his voice low and careful, still not wanting to alarm the boy.
The moment he enters, his eyes glue to the rabbit. He’s a fucking beauty. A treat standing there by the door as he shuts it.
Taehyung can now see the item of clothing he has on. The sweater looks huge and soft on him, swallowing him up delightfully. He has little sweater paws that are tentatively clutched at the hem of the shirt. Naturally that draws Taehyung’s eyes downwards to those voluptuous legs, edible and tender right in front of him. And on his right thigh, the magnificent bunny has a garter. Maybe he’s not so sweet and innocent after all.
Forcing his gaze away, Taehyung looks around the little cottage. Its main room is cozy and splendid. The loveseat is white with peach colored decorative pillows. There’s ocean blue fleece blankets, ready to be used for cuddling. His furniture ranges between white with gold or pink accents, brightening the small space up.
When Taehyung breathes in, he catches the last lingering traces of savory spices. Then he finds notes of a floral aroma, fresh and vivacious. But it’s that last smell that really draws the tiger in. It’s sugary and musky, a harmonious blend of sweet and arousing.
It goes straight down to Taehyung’s trousers.
“Where should I set these?” he asks.
Jungkook jumps straight into action, leading Taehyung over to the kitchen. He sees the rabbit clutching tightly at the hem of his yellow sweater, wondering why he’s doing so. He can also see the bump in the back of his shirt where his cottontail must be hiding.
“Here’s fine,” Jungkook gestures to his round kitchen table. Taehyung carefully sets the small crate of strawberries on it, before he rolls his shoulders and rubs at his arms. He’d been carrying it for a long time!
Now that the first part is over, it’s time for the second part of his plan.
Taehyung’s eyes continue to check out Jungkook’s space, but not for long. They easily fall back to the most eye catching piece of art in the room anyway, the bunny himself. He can tell with the way that Jungkoo’s still standing there, his toes slightly turned in, that he’s feeling awfully shy. Or is he hiding something?
Before Taehyung speaks again, that’s when he notices it. His ears twitch and his tail flicks once before stilling. Right below the hem of Jungkook’s sweater, there’s this shiny substance that catches his attention. It’s light and thin, but there’s just enough milkyness to it that the light from the kitchen reflects off it. The fluid that’s sticking to Jungkook’s inner thighs looks fresh, still dewy and he thinks he sees a droplet slowly, very slowly, inch down to join the rest of the little mess the rabbit’s gotten into.
“So how are your carrots working out for you?” Taehyung’s gaze darkens, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together. Now he starts to understand what Jungkook did with some of his harvest. The thought of the young rabbit stuffing himself full of carrots in search of pleasure has Taehyung’s arousal further escalating. He doesn’t even try to hide the bulge that’s forming in his loose pants.
“My carrots?” Jungkook repeats and his features flush, his white, shiny ears flattening on his jet black hair. Taehyung notices the small details, like how Jungkook’s toes curl more and his knees nudge together. “Th-They were so good…” he shares, then a sudden gasp leaves the bunny as if he realizes a mistake he made. “I-I just made them for stew!”
Those painstakingly beautiful eyes widen as they focus on Taehyung, but his rouging cheeks betray his embarrassment.
Oh, Taehyung knows, sweetheart. There’s no need to hide the truth.
The tiger takes a step forward, his tail starting to sway behind him, left to right, back and forth. “I don’t think that’s all you used them for.” His words come out poignant and unwavering, more on the husky end as there’s a definite weight in them. Heat keeps pumping right to his cock as it continues to stiffen up.
“Wh-What do you mean?” Jungkook still tries to act innocent and clueless. It only makes him more endearing.
“I’ve seen you for the past few months,” Taehyung confides, and as he draws closer to the nervous rabbit, he sees him take a step back. Taehyung pauses in his motions, not wanting to scare the boy away. “But do you know why I didn’t approach you until now?”
Jungkook doesn’t take his eyes away from Taehyung, whether it’s to keep track of his every move or because he’s bewitched by the beauty of the tiger. Taehyung is an unexpected visitor, but ever since Jungkook opened the door to him, his thoughts keep getting tangled up with naughty desires.
The tall tiger has broad shoulders and rich, honey toned skin. While his dark hair curls about, messier than Jungkook’s in a charming way, he has a set of furry striped ears perking out. They’re directed toward Jungkook while a manicured, thick tail curls behind him. The patterned silk blouse he’s wearing has the few top buttons undone, showing more of his tan, golden skin along with a preview of sharp, elegant collarbones.
As his eyes drop back down to his loose pants, Jungkook’s breath hitches and his face blooms in heat. He’s bulging in his pants, the tented material glaringly obvious. Jungkook can see the outline so clearly, the material thin and hardly doing anything to conceal his arousal. His eyes keep sweeping over it, his heart rabbiting because it’s already bigger than any carrot he’s ever used.
“Why didn’t you approach me?” Jungkook asks, his voice sounding foreign with how high it goes. There’s this sensation developing in his lower belly that drops down between his thighs, realizing quickly that his body is reacting to all of this.
“Because you were just too cute, Jungkookie,” he replies, a surprising pout taking over his full lips. When Taehyung speaks, his voice is startlingly deep, causing Jungkook to make a surprised noise. He has to replay the answer though inside of his head.
“You’re the most beautiful bunny I’ve ever seen,” Taehyung adds.
Jungkook pinkens while he wishes his body didn’t have to get so excited, his tail underneath his sweater twitching in delight. But Jungkook still finds it in himself to protest that, “I-I’m more than just cute!”
“Of course you are, bun,” Taehyung doesn’t argue. He has a charming smile spread along his features and Jungkook finds it unfair with how handsome he is. “You seem very sweet and kind. You opened your home to a lonely tiger like me. And if your garden has anything to say about it, you’re considerate and nurturing.” Jungkook feels his heart start to heavily pound now, his ears lifting in intrigue. “A shame though… that you have to rely on carrots to… fulfill your needs.”
A lump forms in his throat and he wonders how Taehyung can really know all of that. But as Jungkook studies the other boy, he can see a warmth to his eyes. He’s usually very good at sensing people’s characters and none of his instincts are sounding off any alarms.
“I could help,” Taehyung then continues. His low, sinewy voice reminds Jungkook of molasses, slow and sticking to every part of his skin. “I’m not like other tigers.”
Those words alone cause Jungkook to blink, straightening up in his stance, his hands leaving the hem of his sweater for the first time. “How so?”
Watching him closely, Jungkook sees his grin gradually widening. He starts to close in on Jungkook again, but this time, the rabbit doesn’t back down. He stands his ground and lets Taehyung come closer. His eyes the whole while keep fleeting up and down Taehyung’s body, his breaths shortening as slick starts to dribble out of him again.
When Taehyung is standing right in front of him, one of his hands lifts up to perch beneath Jungkook’s chin, a thumb tracing below his bottom lip. The action causes Jungkook’s heart to leap but he doesn’t shy away. He holds the tiger’s captivating gaze, waiting to hear his answer.
“Because the sweet bun can use me however he wants.”
“Oh,” Jungkook breathes out. Use him however he wants? He suddenly has a flash of pressing Taehyung into his bed and riding his large cock. He feels like all of the wetness is sucked from his mouth and drops to between his legs. He really likes the sound of that. The rabbit nods, then murmurs out a quiet but very eager, “Yeah. I want that.”
The permission given is all Taehyung needs. The tiger leans in, keeping Jungkook’s face still. Warm lips seal over the rabbit’s, insistent already with the way they firmly pry at Jungkook’s. His sweet, cherub lips taste so wonderful, his mouth silky soft and pliant beneath Taehyung’s. His other hand moves to Jungkook’s side, feeling up his small waist. He’s slender and toned, causing Taehyung’s cock to throb as he thinks about holding onto him tightly while fucking into him. One hand drifts to Jungkook’s back, flattening on the slope of his spine as it slides downwards. He’s aiming for something specific.
When he finds the lump, his fingers curl about it and Taehyung squeezes. Fingertips cinch around the base and he tugs gently, earning a sudden yelp from Jungkook. The bunny startles and jumps in place, hands reaching up to grip onto Taehyung’s biceps as he whimpers. Taehyung feels him squirm as he’s standing there, trying to keep himself upright. “Does it feel good?” Taehyung asks, just as his fingers loosen and they start to inch even further down.
Jungkook sheepishly nods against him, burrowing his nose right against Taehyung’s neck. His fingers helplessly cling to the sleeves of Taehyung’s shirt, tightening the moment Taehyung’s hand sneaks beneath the long hem of his sweater. Up his hand slides, feeling the back of Jungkook’s thigh until he reaches the soft, fatty underside of his ass. He moans throatily, his fingers dipping between those cheeks along the crevice as he feels a shocking amount of fluid. It’s slippery and thin, for the most part. As Taehyung’s fingers delve further, earnestly trying to explore the bunny’s sensitive area, he comes across a few thicker glops of slick. He collects some of it on his fingers and Taehyung pulls back from Jungkook, lifting his hand up in amazement.
The milky substance strings between his digits, snapping when he’s pulled them far apart. He brings his hand to his lips and right in front of Jungkook, noting how the bunny’s ears are on alert, twitching while his foot starts to thump against the floor, Taehyung sucks on them. He thoroughly pushes them into his mouth, leaving his lips parted enough for Jungkook to see the way his coated fingers rub along his tongue and he closes his mouth to suck them messily, a lewd noise slipping out as he plops his fingers free.
“Mm… sweeter than I imagined,” Taehyung comments, licking at his lips. The implication of him having imagined Jungkook before hangs in the air.
Jungkook is the one to speak up, gripping onto Taehyung’s arm and starts to lead him away from the kitchen, “Let’s go to my room.”
Into a bunny’s most private space of his burrow. The bedroom.
His room is just as adorably decorated as the rest of his home. He has a window bench overlooking his garden, similar to Taehyung’s. Once again it’s white wood with salmon pink cushions and painted cubbies. There’s an art easel with paint in a corner, a desk with neatly placed figurines and organizers filled with colorful pens and folders. On one wall he has strings of twine tacked up with clothespins holding various polaroids and memorabilia. Taehyung thinks one day he’d like to look more closely at what photos Jungkook has on display. The rug in the center of his room is white and plush, soft under his bare toes as he’s dragged towards the bed.
Jungkook quickly lays back onto the bed while pulling Taehyung down onto it too. His hands are immediately all over Taehyung as he tries to undo his buttons. The tiger lightheartedly laughs, amused at Jungkook’s display of impatience.
“It’s okay, bunny,” Taehyung gently reaches up, stilling Jungkook’s hands as he instead guides them up, pinning Jungkook’s arms above his head. His knees dip into the mattress on either side of Jungkook’s legs, their lower halves flush together. The bed is rather small but there’s enough room to work with. “I want to savor every second. Been waiting so long for this,” Taehyung descends down to push the tip of his nose into Jungkook’s neck, taking a deep inhale of his floral skin. “You smell so good, Jungkookie,” Taehyung compliments, noticing very quickly he’s just going to keep showering all of these compliments onto the little bun.
As he starts to press firm kisses into his neck, mouthing along the soft skin with warm breaths, his hips begin to grind down into Jungkook. His clothed cock drags along the inside of Jungkook’s thigh up to his hip. There’s a small patch of wetness seeping out of his length, catching on the inside of his pants and spreading the firmer he ruts against Jungkook’s body.
He pulls back though, becoming too warm and he needs to get this sweater off Jungkook. Reaching down for the hem, his fingers brush along the pink garter, smiling as his eyes flicker up to Jungkook. “Were you getting all pretty for yourself?” he asks, knowing the look in his eyes is borderline predatory but Jungkook is just so fucking cute and sexy.
Jungkook sneaks in a chance to nod as he lifts his arms up for Taehyung who pulls the sweater off. Once it’s removed he tosses it aside on his bed. That’s when he sees it…
“Oh, bun,” he sharply draws in a breath. “What do we have here?”
Taehyung holds up the carrot. His dark eyes brighten as he lifts it before his nose, his fingers gripping onto the leafy stem. He can see droplets of slick still left on its surface, his cock throbbing even harder in his pants. Jungkook squirms beneath him, hands tugging his long ears to cover his face.
While he’s hiding, Taehyung takes this opportunity to take in the rest of Jungkook. His body is unbelievable. The sweet rabbit has toned muscles, especially those thighs. His arms as well are built, his abdomen a lot more firm and defined than Taehyung’s soft belly. There’s also beautifully drawn tattoos on his skin. A few adorning his arms, a couple cascading his side and then right at his delicate hip bone. Taehyung’s eyes widen when he realizes there’s a tiger flower inscribed on his side, his heart deciding to take this moment to flip about.
“Don’t hide,” Taehyung softens into a smile as he lowers the carrot to Jungkook’s frame, tracing the edge of the used carrot along Jungkook’s stomach. He sees the rabbit’s abdomen tremble as the tip smooths past his navel. That seems to coax the rabbit out, especially as Taehyung drags the carrot past the rabbit’s cock. He’s so hard. His arousal prettily flushed a shade of pink. He’s dribbling from his slit, too. How cute.
When Jungkook peeks through his floppy ears, Taehyung smiles at him, cheerful and wide. The action does not match what he’s doing with the carrot, now rubbing the side of it between Jungkook’s parted thighs. He watches with so much fascination. Jungkook’s little puckered hole is lovely, fluttering in anticipation as Taehyung glides the bumpy sides of the carrot against him. He watches in awe as milky fluid starts to collect and gather at the rim, some of it being dragged along by the carrot, until finally it builds enough to now trickle out and drip down his skin.
Taehyung’s breathing becomes heavier as he hears Jungkook start to make these sweet noises. The rabbit’s hands have moved to grab onto one of his pink, frilly pillows under his head. His body more on display, already looking taut and desperate as he writhes beneath Taehyung, his chest rises and falls with small pants. There’s so much slick that’s formed, the carrot wetly sliding through, spreading it around.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung’s eyes meet the rabbit’s. “Can I fuck you with the carrot?”
Jungkook feels a rush of heat wash over him. However, he still nods as his knees automatically lift in invitation. Keeping his legs spread, presenting more of himself to Taehyung, he answers, “Y-Yes.” Nodding his head as his cheeks redden, he murmurs out in the most precious of ways, “P-Please… Please Taehyung…”
Oh, that’s the first time Jungkook said his name. The way it sounds is so tender and ravishing, making the tiger purr from pleasure. With watchful eyes, he presses the end of the carrot to Jungkook’s entrance and while that puckered muscle quivers, he gently eases it inside. A slow inhale fills his chest as the tiger’s lips go slack, his tail starting to quicken as it swishes behind him. He’s fascinated by how Jungkook’s tight body takes the carrot in, sucking it right up like he’s planting it into the boy.
Slick gushes out from the space the carrot takes up, some of the juices coating his fingers as he buries the entire carrot inside of him. His knuckles lodge against his soft cheeks housing his bunny hole, and he uses the hold he has on the stem to pull the carrot out. Like that he begins a rhythm, studying how Jungkook is writhing, his neck arching back as he makes these adorable, little mewls.
With time he hastens the pace, beginning to thrust the carrot with more force and power. His wrist snaps back and forth as he shoves the carrot into Jungkook, rewarding the good bunny with shallow, hard pumps. Noticing how Jungkook is making louder noises, starting to wiggle into his pastel pink and white sheets, more slick pooling out, he then angles the carrot differently. That must hit the jackpot, for Jungkook squeals. His hips jerk and his feet kick and Taehyung thinks his cute cottontail would be vibrating too.
Taehyung can’t keep this up forever though. Just watching the boy squirm and tremble, his breaths sweetly uneven, has the tiger bulging hard. Leaving the carrot tucked inside of Jungkook, he immediately wrestles out of his clothes. He hastily unbuttons his shirt and rolls it off, throwing it on the floor. His pants meet the same fate, less careful with them than the bunny’s sweater. Finally he straightens up, kneeling, seeing how Jungkook turns a deep shade of red, all aroused and needy.
The rabbit’s eyes are concentrating on Taehyung and he uses his thumbs to slide the last layer off. First the hairs at the base of his cock are in view, before the rest of his length springs free. The action is so extravagant that splatters of precum flick everywhere and Jungkook gasps, his pink, pouty lips spilling open as he stares.
“Bigger than your carrots?” Taehyung asks, amusement rich in his deep voice.
Jungkook nods with a visible gulp. The carrot nestled in his tight, puckering hole starts to twitch as Jungkook’s muscles must be shuddering.
Satisfied and confident, Taehyung reaches down to grab the stalk of the vegetable, and he slowly pulls it out. Jungkook audibly whimpers while Taehyung doesn’t stop. Slowly, slowly, the root finally plops out with a wet sploosh. Taehyung lifts it up, watching the slick coating it start to trickle downwards, gravity pulling on the droplets of his sweet nectar.
Without further thought, Taehyung steers the vegetable to his mouth and takes a bite. The outer layer of it is softer, having succumbed to the warm and wet heat of the bunny. As he bites further into it, the inner part of the carrot has more of a crunch. He snaps off a big bite and chews, much to Jungkook’s horror.
“T-Taehyung!” he whines out, covering his face again in that unspeakably cute manner.
“Delicious,” Taehyung remarks, the sweetness of essence combined with the earthy, sharp taste of the carrot a great combination. “Though I think strawberries would taste better.” The tiger chuckles as he sets the bitten carrot aside, now having his proper meal in front of him. Jungkook looks ready, his thick, luscious thighs spread and raised. That garter is digging so much into his tense muscles that Taehyung thinks it’ll leave a mark behind.
Much different than how he played with Jungkook using the carrot, Taehyung doesn’t bide his time. His tail arches up behind him, stilling in movement and interest while all of his concentration goes on lining up his cock to Jungkook’s debauched, wet hole. Slowly the tiger begins to push in, his thighs jostling underneath Jungkook’s. His hips shift forward as he watches his huge girth gradually absorbed by Jungkook’s glistening entrance.
Taehyung growls out quietly. “Fuck, Kookie,” he purrs deeply, the tight, heat swallowing him up better than he imagined. Jungkook is lovely in all aspects, how the rabbit below him reaches up to grip onto his shoulders as he leans over him. His weight pushes against Jungkook even more and the bunny is determined to get Taehyung further inside. Jungkook bites onto his bottom, rosy lip, eyes sparkling with delight as his cock twitches against his lower stomach.
“S-So big,” Jungkook shares in awe, his chest slowly filling with air. “Feels good,” he then shivers out, his fingers curling and digging into the toned line of Taehyung’s shoulders.
Taehyung begins to pump his hips, his knees digging into the bedding as he fluidly thrusts into that welcoming warmth. Jungkook is shockingly tight still, even after being fucked with the carrot.
Those rotund thighs find their way around Taehyung’s hips as they cling onto him, his ankles hooking into Taehyung’s ass, urging him to stay close and to go harder. Taehyung does so, his ears flattened along his dark hair while his tail keeps swaying. His breaths become shorter and more laborious, his arms holding himself up as he keeps snapping his hips. They slap right against the underside of Jungkook’s thighs, the boy moaning as his silky, white ears are draped along the bed. Taehyung lowers down in favor of pressing kisses to the rabbit’s cherubic cheeks, soft and plush as he hums against him.
Jungkook’s thoughts are completely lost, rendered speechless in the midst of pleasure. Taehyung’s cock is so big. Every single thrust is hitting him right in the gut. None of his carrots, none of his vegetables from his garden have ever gone that deep. Then all of a sudden Taehyung’s hands are grabbing at the backs of his knees, pushing his legs up higher towards his chest. Jungkook yelps at that, from the sudden flash of heat that spreads through his body. It’s overwhelming and he thrashes a little, trying to escape the vicious onslaught of Taehyung’s cock pushing into him continuously right there.
Before he knows it, Taehyung’s pulling out and Jungkook panics, reaching for Taehyung. “N-No!” He protests, delirious for a moment at the loss of his thickness.
“It’s okay, baby bun,” Taehyung speaks, his low voice offering a calmness. Jungkook exhales, relinquishing his abrupt worry to trust Taehyung, nodding once more.
Before he knows it, Jungkook is being turned around, weighted down onto his bed with his face pushing into a pillow and his ass being pulled back. He feels Taehyung enter him again, a shocked moan provoked out of his lips, his fingers grasping to be grounded down in the moment.
Taehyung’s thrusting harder than before, full, strong movements where his entire cock is stroking Jungkook’s wet walls. He feels his slick gathering and being sloshed inside of his body, helpless moans echoing out. Jungkook’s ears are weak, melted against the sheets with the rest of his pliant body.
Without warning, Jungkook feels strong fingers wrapping around the base of his cottontail and there’s a firm tug. The rabbit yelps, his whole body vibrating and his cock stuck against the sheets spurts out. He has no time to process his climax for Taehyung keeps fucking into him. The tiger is relentless as he holds onto Jungkook’s fluffy, white tail, keeping him in place as he pounds into the rabbit. His soft ass cheeks ripple with every hard thrust, gaining momentum. He’s groaning out, rugged and heavy behind Jungkook. He could cum again.
This is peak pleasure, Taehyung burrowing into his frame so deeply that Jungkook can’t breathe properly. The tiger’s thrusts become sloppy and feverish. The room is filled with obscene wet noises, slick trailing down Jungkook’s thighs.
Then unexpectedly, something starts to happen.
Taehyung’s cock begins to catch on Jungkook’s rim. It seems to be swelling, getting wider. His thrusts are shorter and his moans are reckless. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s happening, just that his walls are being stretched impossibly wider. It almost aches but there’s too much enjoyment in it.
The pressure of Taehyung’s cock growing has Jungkook going dizzy. He’s incoherent and wrecked.
Taehyung’s pumps slow down, each one met with a throaty grunt. Until he no longer can thrust at all due to the sheer size of the base of his cock. It’s too big to move past Jungkook’s quivering hole and so he stops all together. There’s one last strained moan coming from the tiger behind him and then Jungkook is met with a sudden wave of heat. It crashes right into him, pumping loads of this hot cum right inside of his body. Copious amounts just pulse into him in successive waves.
Jungkook desperately tries to comprehend this, but he just accepts it. He finds the pleasure, the excitement, in how he’s never been stretched this well, while also being heatedly filled up.
Jungkook orgasms again.
It makes the rabbit mewl, softly into his sheets as he nuzzles into them. When the aftermath of his second orgasm starts to subdue, his tears begin drying up and his breathing slows down. Taehyung’s embracing him from behind, his warm, larger frame wrapping around him. The tiger’s nose is brushing along the nape of his neck, pressing soft kisses there as well.
His large hands are appreciative as they feel along Jungkook’s hips, and sides, only to carefully sneak under Jungkook’s arching body and drift past his nipples. “You were so good, Kookie,” Taehyung praises right into his skin, allowing the words to leave their temporary mark. He just briefly circles the boy’s nipples, hearing him softly squeak one last time, smirking to himself as he slides his hands free.
“You were, too, Taehyung,” Jungkook exhales, worn out. The events of the night are catching up with him. He’s certain by how damp the sheets are along with his skin, that he came harder than he’s ever had before. While his cock still remains half hard, there’s still weariness in the rest of him.
That’s when he has the clarity to ask, “Wh-What is that?” He just barely bounces his hips, the round swollen base of Taehyung’s cock rubbing along his walls and he shudders at the jolt of pleasure.
“Mm,” Taehyung hums, his smile felt against Jungkook’s neck. “My knot, baby bun.” He drags his lips idly along Jungkook’s neck, breathing in his sweet, floral scent that’s now tainted with steep arousal. “You took my knot for me. You did so well.”
Jungkook’s heard of knots before. He’s also read filthy fanfic about them, having often imagined what it’d be like to receive one. The way they fatten up and lodge themselves inside, only to release heavy ropes of cum. He just never knew that tigers could also form knots. Once the realization comes again that he currently has a tiger’s knot, that right now he’s the one inflated full of Taehyung’s cum, Jungkook weakly moans. He relaxes into his bed even more, snuggling his cheek against a pillow, eyes closing as he basks in this sensation.
The length of time that passes is unknown, Jungkook on the brink of sleep the entire time. Taehyung had carefully moved their positions so that he could easily spoon Jungkook from behind, keeping the rabbit warm and cozy. At one point he found Jungkook’s cock had stiffened up again and jerked him lazily while the rabbit fought to keep his eyes open.
Taehyung discovers that when his knot finally deflates, Jungkook is fast asleep. The boy is peacefully sleeping, his angelic lashes resting on those round, yet strong cheekbones. His breathing is steady and only occasionally does Taehyung feel his cottontail or ears twitch. Taehyung reaches up to pet one of those long, silky ears, in awe at the velvety soft texture. He leans in to press a kiss to one of them, feeling Jungkook twitch again.
“Cute,” he whispers to no one.
Being considerate and wanting to show Jungkook that he can take care of him, Taehyung is the one who cleans up. Jungkook’s sheets are impossible to change right now but he at least takes care of the other soiled items. He also makes sure to clean Jungkook’s body up the best he can, taking his own used pair of underwear to gently wipe over Jungkook’s soft, pinkened skin. He’s so smooth, his skin luxurious to feel over.
Taehyung also plans to never wash this pair of underwear again, deciding to add it to a newly formed collection he’ll dedicate to the beautiful rabbit. Their scents mixed together in the most intimate of ways will be enough to tide the tiger through the lonelier nights.
The carrot has to go as well, Taehyung smugly disposing of it, “Won’t be needing you anymore.”
When he’s done cleaning up, he finds a spare blanket that he can tuck around Jungkook. As much as he wants to stay, he knows he needs to leave. He doesn’t know how Jungkook would react with a predator in his bed. Sure, everything they did was mutual, but Taehyung still has this reasonable worry that Jungkook would frightfully awaken once he remembers he let a tiger into his burrow.
He doesn’t want to go without leaving some sort of message though, so as he pulls on just his blouse and pants, tucking the dirty underwear into his pocket, he stops at Jungkook’s fridge. He picks up a nearby marker and writes on the little whiteboard he has on the fridge door.
Satisfied with what he writes, he caps the marker shut with a smile.
*~*~*
The next morning Jungkook awakes. It’s slow and heavy, feeling like he ran a whole entire marathon the day before. His body aches but he feels warm in the blanket placed around him.
Just when he’s about to drift back off to sleep again, he suddenly remembers.
Jungkook sits up instantly, ears flying upwards in alert. He looks behind himself, then around the room. His heart is racing as he looks for any sign of Taehyung. Listening carefully for a few long moments, when he realizes that the tiger left, there’s this pang in his chest. He pouts a little, disappointed.
How nice would it have been to wake up with Taehyung’s arms around him? With his cute nose nudging right into his neck and his heart shaped lips pressing kisses into his skin? Then they could even go another round. To wake up and sit himself right on Taehyung’s cock would be so amazing.
But as the reality sinks in that Taehyung left, Jungkook’s shoulders slump and he leaves his bed with a frown. He should at least shower and clean everything up. That’s when he also notices that his sweater from the night before is already placed in his laundry basket. His garter he wore is neatly set on his desk. His skin is cleaned from their mess–save for a trickle of wetness that slides out from his ass cheeks as he stands. He blushes at the sensation and blushes even more when he sees his carrot must have also been taken care of. A part of him hopes Taehyung didn’t eat the rest of it, his ears now burning up in embarrassment as well.
Overall, it’s entirely sweet of Taehyung to do all of this.
Deciding to get a glass of water first, realizing just how thirsty he is, Jungkook heads to the kitchen. He pulls on a simple robe, the color a pure white to match his tail and ears. It’s loosely tied up as he heads to the fridge to take out the water. He made a batch yesterday with some of his remaining cucumbers and now that he thinks of it, he can make strawberry water too.
That’s when Jungkook sees it. It catches his attention belatedly. Right there on the fridge, drawn in a green marker, are the words:
“Baby bun, when you find out what to do with those strawberries, share with me? Hyung will pay you back with my large carrot.”
Next to the scribbled words is a brief drawing of a smiley face with striped ears sticking out of a messy nest of hair.
Jungkook feels a wave of embarrassment spread through him and how does Taehyung know he’s his hyung? Either way, he looks over the words again, rereading them, and finds himself smiling regardless.
*~*~*
Later that afternoon, Taehyung hears his doorbell ring.
Usually he doesn’t get visitors unless they’re dropping off a package or food delivery. Without bothering to look first, he pulls the door open, “Hello?”
When he sees Jungkook standing before him, he hears himself gasp.
The rabbit looks wonderful in the afternoon sunlight. There’s a bit of orange, pink shimmer dusted onto his cheeks. His eyes seem to have a similar shimmer, a bit darker at the edges. His lips take on a more peachy shade, glossy and perfect for his pouty lips. His hair is neatly styled with his waves parted with a healthy sheen.
He’s also holding a cake.
On top of the cake are carefully placed strawberries, fat and glossed with some type of glazed sugar, separated by pretty dollops of whipped cream.
“Hi,” Jungkook greets back, evidently shy with how he smiles at Taehyung, his ears pulled back in anxiousness. “Y-You said to share with you,” Jungkook continues, a lovely blush of color on those soft cheeks. “I made a cake.”
The way he states it in a small voice, his eyes unable to meet Taehyung’s full on, captures the tiger’s entire heart. He feels his tail swishing happily behind him.
“You did,” Taehyung confirms, a delighted laugh leaving him gently. “And so quick, too!” Taehyung points out because not even a full day has passed.
Jungkook blinks, wide-eyed and worried.
Taehyung wants to reassure the rabbit that he’s more than happy to see him so soon. “It must mean… you really missed my carrot,” Taehyung says, cheekily with a growing grin.
Jungkook grimaces and whines out, “Hyung! Don’t call it that!” The rabbit must have realized he also called Taehyung ‘hyung’, for he immediately questions that, “How do you know you’re my hyung, anyway?!”
“Just a feeling, baby,” the tiger bursts into pleased laughter when he sees Jungkook’s shock.
“Will you just accept my cake?!” he shifts the attention to the meticulously decorated cake in his hands.
Taehyung nods, reaching out to take the cake from Jungkook. Now that he’s holding it, he gets a clear look at the rest of Jungkook’s outfit. The bunny has on a white tee shirt, the material fluid looking with its round collar. There’s a pink cardigan draped over the shirt and he has on a pair of black shorts. Distressed at the edges, it matches the black choker adorning his neck. The strap of velvet around his neck is delicate, bound together by a silver star. His dark hair is just as wavy and pretty as before. His pure white ears drape so adorably down to his shoulders. Taehyung could just eat him up, thinking of all the things he wants to do to Jungkook that he hadn’t had a chance to yet.
“Say baby bun… want to come in now for that payment?”
Jungkook’s nose scrunches, cutely so. “You don’t need to pay me back for the cake,” he mumbles out, shifting from side to side before finally he drags his shy, splendid eyes up to Taehyung. “But yes, I… I’d love to.. have another go at your…” The rabbit pauses as he’s trying to think of another term, and thankfully he has Taehyung here to supply the word.
“Cock.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook squeals, following in closely behind Taehyung as he has another round of laughter.
“Well what do you want me to call it, Jungkookie?”
“I-I don’t know! Anything but a c-carrot or-or cock!”
“How about my Tigercumber?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“My Dickplant?”
“No!”
“What about my spicy pepper?”
“...Maybe.”
“Really?! You want more of my big, hot, spicy pepper?”
“Oh god, never mind.”
The laughter from the blue cottage resounds out on this warm, late spring day.
Tiger meets the rabbit. Rabbit trusts the tiger.
Is this the harvesting of a newfound love?