#bts x transgender reader

[roxy15062]

Y'all plz don't forget about KOSA it is a bill that is about censorship and will be voted on tomorrow by Senate. "KOSA will limit minors' ability to self-explore, to develop new ideas and interests, to become civically engaged citizens, and to seek community and support for the very harms KOSA ostensibly aims to prevent."

[jijismochi]

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I will only write gender-based fics using a male artist and a reader. The artist will always be a cisgender male or AMAB and genderqueer. The reader will always be a cisgender male or AFAB and genderqueer. Please do not request entirely cisgender characters, female artists, AMAB readers, or cisgender female readers.

The dynamic of the ship is up to you; friends, lovers, family, etc., you may request any of these things.

I am open to writing polyamorous relationships, but will not write ships that don't include a reader. For example, I will write Jin x Namjoon x Reader, but I will not write Jin x Namjoon on their own.

I am willing to write and into almost all kinks. Don't be embarrassed, just send your request.

I can attempt to write most neurodivergence/mental disorders. My specialties are autism, depression, anxiety, and PTSD, but I am more than willing to research and write about other conditions.

Please be clear about whether you want smut, fluff, angst, or a combination of said things. Tell me explicitly if there are things that you are uncomfortable with/do not want me to write.

If you want smut, please define what kind of sex you want. For example: oral, anal, over the clothes rubbing, etc. Be clear about who is the top/bottom and who is the dom/sub. If you want a switch, be clear about which role they play in what situation. If you want them to wear condoms, state it explicitly, as my default writing is unsafe sex.

The groups/artists I know the most about, in order of most to least, are BTS, Stray Kids, Tomorrow X Together, Kim Woojin, Enhypen, Seventeen, and Monsta X. You may request other groups/artists, but I can't promise I'll be able to write them.

Provided it stays within these guidelines, you may request anything you want.

[woojinscub]

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Woojin haters fuck off. The allegations were proven false and I do not have time for your bullshit. Leave him and me alone.

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I will only write Kim Woojin x male or female idol/male reader. Please do not request female/non-binary reader fics.

The dynamic of the ship is up to you; friends, lovers, family, etc., you may request any of these things.

I am open to writing polyamorous relationships.

I can attempt to write most neurodivergence/mental disorders. My specialties are autism, depression, anxiety, and PTSD, but I am more than willing to research and write about other conditions.

Please be clear about whether you want smut, fluff, angst, or a combination of said things. Tell me explicitly if there are things that you are uncomfortable with/do not want me to write.

Smut Requests: I am willing to write and into almost all kinks. Be clear about who is the top/bottom and who is the dom/sub. If you want a switch, be clear about which role they play in what situation.

Please define what kind of sex you want. For example: oral, anal, over the clothes rubbing, etc. If you want them to wear condoms, tell me, because my default is unsafe sex.

I will not write transgender characters. You may request fics with transgender characters on my gender-based blog, linked at the top of this post.

For Woojin x Idol fics: the groups/artists I know the most about, in order of most to least, are BTS, Stray Kids, Tomorrow X Together, Blackpink, Enhypen, Seventeen, and Monsta X. You may request other groups/artists, but I can't promise I'll be able to write them.

Provided it stays within these guidelines, you may request anything you want.

[musicalmagic]

Fear

Summary: You come out as a transgender man. But fear clouds your every move. Fear that is relentless in its pursuit to drag you under.

A/N: This one is based off real life. I listened to Stigma and Lie a lot while writing this.

* Pairing: BTS (OT7) x reader

* Word Count: 1,476

* Genre: Angst

* Warnings: transphobia, alcohol abuse

What does it mean to go through life, not knowing how certain it at all is? How do you deal with the inevitability that some people will just hate you, utterly despise your existence, and do it so subtly it feels like you're making it all up? Whispered glances, tight-lipped faces, scoffs and muttering when they think you can't hear it; it's the little things that drive you mad. The coup de grâce is that slow departure of what you thought was support, traded for disgust every passing second. Until you wake up and realise, they aren't who you knew them before you started all of this.

So does that change how you feel standing in front of these seven guys -- maybe a little? Okay, it's a lot. You're just in denial.

Denial because of an event that dramatically changed the course of your life in its entirety. You don't want to feel that dread that worms its way into everything in your life, it already felt like insanity before you came here -- and now its back in full force.

Will coming out to those you care about always feel so heavy? You swallow air. Your binder itches as you feel the damp wet drag of sweat trickle downwards.

Seokjin, Yoongi, and Namjoon notice your hesitancy first. The rest are just eager to hear what you called them all to the living room for.

Again, you swallow nothing but your anxieties.

"I..." Fuck, why is this so hard?

"I am, uh," you shut your eyes. The dark amber of your eyelids feeling more comfortable than the piercing gazes of your friends.

You hear Yoongi gently say not to worry, and to take your time. A silent thanks trails out after.

With a deep breath you utter, "I am a guy." It's nothing less but terrifying and you don't want to open your eyes. No you would rather curl up in bed and will yourself that this is all a dream.

Nobody speaks.

Nobody moves.

Time itself is quiet.

You curse to yourself, leaving the way you entered.

--

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Please come back to the dorm, everyone is worried."

"Do you need anything right now?"

"Thanks for telling all of us, it was a brave thing."

"We--"

You end the voice message logs, not wishing to hear the static and silence that slips in the beginning of each of their messages. Truth to be told, you left right as you told them. Not wanting to hear their responses and you don't feel anything but numbness.

Yeah, you told them all. But it feels like they'll just end up hating you. They'll support you for a little while, but who knows maybe its all just a lie? Maybe their support is just a fabrication, after all you've seen people be supportive to others but turn vial and transphobic when it's you. They can be the same too.

You desperately hope that they're supportive. You miss how it felt when you were ignorant. When you didn't know how two-faced people could be. Fuck it hurts so much. It hurts and you can't even tell the person who you thought cared about you the most...

Never mind, there's no point in thinking about it.

--

Several days have passed since you told BTS. They all tried to get in contact with you, but the fears that well up inside you prevent any of them getting close enough to you for a chat. Until Taehyung shows up at your apartment with a plastic bag of tteokbokki.

"Can I come in? It's a little chilly out in the hallway," he nonchalantly comments. You reluctantly allow him inside.

He places the piping hot bag on your living room table, fresh from the stall.

"I'll be truthful, you really shocked me a couple days ago. Honestly I didn't realise how hard it's been for you recently. I'm glad you told us though," he's straight to the point.

Your mouth feels dry, how familiar.

He then surprises you by saying, "It's nice to meet you, my name's Taehyung. What's your name?" His classic boxy grin plastered on his face.

You laugh and reach for his outreached hand, "My name's _____. Yeah, it's nice to meet you."

Taehyung always has a way to lighten whatever feelings you have.

--

"So he's alright?" Hoseok asks.

Taehyung lightly smiles, nodding, "_____ is just fine."

"_____... That suits him well," Namjoon nods. Satisfied with it all.

Jungkook excitedly asks, "Ah can we invite him over later for some games then?"

Yoongi folds his arms and sighs, "Not sure about that, _____ looked like he's been dealing with some shit when he first spoke to us." Taehyung glanced at his hyung with a look of sympathy.

Seokjin and Jimin nod their heads in response to Yoongi.

The entirety of BTS agree to just allow you space to work out whatever your feeling and to only intervene if they're worried about you.

--

You wake to the sound of your alarm, work just never ceases. But you get a call from your manager who says not to bother with coming in. BTS had called ahead to give you the day off from producing in the studio -- something that you respond in confusion to.

"They want you to work with them personally. Hoseok and Namjoon in particular, and don't worry Bang PD already gave the all clear."

You chuckle in exhaustion.

Namjoon calls right after, "_____, it's alright. Take today off, I know you've got a lot on your mind right now."

"You could get in trouble, no?" You respond tired and weakly, the beaming sun through your window burning your eyes at the sharpness of it.

You only hear him chuckle, "You don't gotta worry about that. We'll be fine. You rest up -- oh and, you don't have to come to the studio."

He hangs up after that.

You sigh, grateful but also concerned.

Why do they care so much about you?

--

The smash of the bottle against the pavement felt so fucking good. She called you again, her disgusting vile hate spewed out with sickly sweet 'concern' as she calls it, "you want to chop your boobs off? You want hormones? Answer me! I want you to be safe! You can't ignore me forever," so you bought the cheapest alcohol you could, and downed it in one go.

You wanted to seriously block her for good, but what good will that do? She'll just scream at you in person. So again and again you welcome the burn. Again and again you will for this to just stop. Nothing helps except this relief, but it feels so empty.

Hollow.

Another bottle and you fall into a drunken haze, laughing and crying at nothing. The street littered with cans and broken glass, alongside other people's visible misery behind this bottle shop. At least you aren't the only one dealing with hell.

Stumbling home with even more alcohol, your fridge fills up with the liquid, it sloshes around every time you slam the door shut.

You text her, a simple fuck you and then you fall asleep. The couch feeling so much better right now than staying awake. Caring about what she'll say doesn't matter to you anymore.

--

Click.

"_____ we've been talking. You're not going well. Everyone's worried for you. Please talk to us."

Click.

"I came over yesterday to check up on you, but your drunken voice startled me. Please, you're not alone."

Click.

"I have some of your favourite dishes waiting to be cooked. You let me know when you want to come and try the spins I put on it."

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

--

It's been a month. And every effort has been made by the members to get you to come out of your shell. They've reiterated how much they care about you, they listened to you when you were drunk and rambled about your fears. They over and over tell you that they aren't like her, that they genuinely want the best for you -- that it isn't a lie. Their support isn't a lie.

You hate seeing them so distraught about you, and their words are gradually starting to reach you. Slowly but surely.

That's why when you show up at the dorms, a tiny smile on your face, do you feel better to see them. They aren't lying. It's true.

A group hug is started by Jimin and Taehyung. You feel their warmth for you. You can feel the love.

Despite the fact she doesn't support you, you know there are people out there that do. It’s going to be a long road, but you aren’t as scared anymore.

And with that, that fear begins to erode. And god does it feel incredible.

[taesjoon]

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I will only write male reader x male artist. Please do not request female/non-binary reader or female artist fics.

The dynamic of the ship is up to you; friends, lovers, family, etc., you may request any of these things.

I am open to writing polyamorous relationships, but will not write ships that don't include a male reader. For example, I will write Jin x Namjoon x Male Reader, but I will not write Jin x Namjoon on their own.

I am willing to write and into almost all kinks. Don't be embarrassed, just send your request.

I can attempt to write most neurodivergence/mental disorders. My specialties are autism, depression, anxiety, and PTSD, but I am more than willing to research and write about other conditions.

Please be clear about whether you want smut, fluff, angst, or a combination of said things. Tell me explicitly if there are things that you are uncomfortable with/do not want me to write.

Also be clear about who is the top/bottom and who is the dom/sub. If you want a switch, be clear about which role they play in what situation. I will not play a guessing game with you.

If you want smut, please define what kind of sex you want. For example: oral, anal, over the clothes rubbing, etc. If you want them to wear condoms, tell me, because my default is unsafe sex.

I will not write transgender characters. You may request fics with transgender characters on my gender-based blog, linked at the top of this post.

The groups/artists I know the most about, in order of most to least, are BTS, Stray Kids, Tomorrow X Together, Kim Woojin, Enhypen, Seventeen, and Monsta X. You may request other groups/artists, but I can't promise I'll be able to write them.

Provided it stays within these guidelines, you may request anything you want.

[girl8890]

o7 Reaction To Reader Coming Out as Trans-W | HC

Summary: Finding out the girl they like is trans.

Rating: T

Warnings: implied needle injections (hormones), one of the members messes up with readers pronouns once, coming out, fear of rejection

A/N: For this fic, it’s for trans-women or any gender that falls under the transgender umbrella and also uses fem pronouns. At first I was going to make this gn to incorporate the whole trans community, but as I was writing I couldn’t stop putting female pronouns. I have this problem with y/n inserts too (I've literally typed in my name while writing before). I should also mention I’m part of the trans community because I’m agender (an umbrella term), so a few of the scenarios that I wrote kinda ended up being similar to my personal experiences… hehe. And one more thing, that’s also very important, this is all just my opinion. Obviously no one would know how the members would react to this type of confession unless they did it themselves. Which, I haven’t and know I probably (like 99.99999%) won’t ever get to find out their reactions myself. I just believe no matter what they would try to be respectful, and that’s what I mostly tried to perceive here. Anyway! Enjoy the HC!

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Seokjin

He would not expect it all. Not a single inclining that you were trans crossed his mind before you told him you were.

You both were sitting on the couch when you told him, and he looked shocked, mouth and eyes wide open, just staring at you for way longer than he should have without saying anything.

By the time the clock hit two minutes past, you took this situation as it is. That he didn’t accept you, and you should just cut your loses instead of waiting for him to break the news.

Tears already filing you eyes, you stand from your seat on the couch. The second your butt left the chair, Soekjin dropped out of his shock filled state and grabbed onto your arm.

“Wait, don’t leave!”

You sniff, trying not to cry because you know the rejection is coming. 

“Why not? I don’t need to hear how you don’t accept me.”

Seokjin looks like a deer in headlights again, but this time it’s because he’s feeling his heart break from your words. He does accept you. He just needs to push out the words to say it.

“I will—I mean—I do! Please y/n... sit down and talk to me.”

You reluctantly sit back down on the couch with a sigh.

“Okay, I’m sitting.”

Seokjin grins, trying to make this situation feel lighter now. 

“I’m sorry I reacted that way. It’s just all so new to me! And I-.. I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Soekjin, but if your don’t want to be with me-”

“I do!” You blink at him, stunned by his loud interruption. “I’m sorry, but I do. I really, really do want to be with you. Would it be too much to ask if we just... took it slow? And you can correct or hit me if I fuck up.”

You can’t help but giggle at Soekjin’s version of fitting in a joke during all of this, and you can't help but admit you would gladly see that smile everyday if all turns out well. 

If it works out, you’ll be happy together. If it doesn’t work out, he gave you permission to slap him. Not many people can say they slapped a pretty boy across the face.

Sounds like a win-win to you!

With one last hesitant moment from you, and a ultra funny and adorable pout from Soekjin, you say, “Okay, let’s take things slow.”

Yoongi

“Okay.”

Thats all he would say—looking as neutral in the face as ever.

“What—um—you heard me, right? I said I'm trans.”

Yoongi would roll his eyes, but his smile would also grow at knowing he’s making you look so surprised. 

“Yup. I heard you. I just don’t care.”

Floored...jaw dropped...flabbergasted. 

All the synonyms for shocked is how you felt right now. It’s been awhile since you came out to anyone, so having Yoongi just be okay with it was making you speechless. 

Yoongi caught onto this, so he decided to poke fun at you for it. 

“I know I'm hot, but that doesn’t mean I'm an asshole too.” 

That comment woke you right up.

“T-thats not what I was thinking! Granted, you’re cute, but you never know how people will react when you-”

It’s while you were going on with your tangent that you caught Yoongi trying and failing to cover up his laughter. For which you slapped him in the shoulder playfully.

“You’re an ass.”

“That maybe true, but now that that’s out of the way can I start being your ass?”

That was such a Yoongi way of asking you out, so you gave such a y/n way of giving your answer. 

“Hmm... I”ll think about it.”

His smile drops, but not because he’s sad. More annoyed because he know your answer is 100% not the correct one. After a few extra seconds of poking fun at the jokester, you give him your real answer.

“Yes, Yoongi. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

And now you’re assholes together!

Hoseok

He would ask you a lot of question. Nothing too personal at first, but just enough that so he can figure out how to proceed with your confession, and also make sure he was never disrespectful towards you in the past.

Hoseok likes you a lot, and he doesn’t care that your trans, but he’s the type of person that would laugh at the wrong moment or say something he shouldn’t by accident.

His questions went like this:

“What are your pronouns?”

That question made you swoon.

“Is your name still, y/n?”

For which the answer was yes, and it’s the one you decided to keep/change.  

“Would you be my girlfriend or boy-”

You cut him off right there. Explaining that that was the wrong type of question to ask, and that a trans-women means women, so girlfriend is the correct term. After he apologized profusely, making you giggle by how caring he's being in this situation. 

He then asks you to explain the concept, so he can do better in the future.

You swooned at that question too.

“Okay... I think I got it.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying and failing not to smile at how interested he is with your life. 

“You think so?”

“Well, no... Not completely... It's not my life, it’s yours. I just want to make sure I don’t fuck up when you become my girlfriend.”

Oh, he’s in too deep now.

“So, you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He would become a spluttering mess for a few seconds, making you laugh until your sides hurt, and then he would stop suddenly. Because, in all honesty, “Yes.”

Your laughter would cease as well, and you answered his silent question with a smiling, “Okay.”

“Okay.” 

...

“You know, your really pretty for a-”

“Wrong compliment, Hoseok!”

Namjoon

To be honest, I feel like it would be such a casual thing for Namjoon. 

Like instead of you telling him you were trans, you told him about the weather. Responding to your question with, “And I'm Namjoon, nice to meet you.”

For which you would gap like a fish at him, getting a dimpled smile from him in return. 

“Sooo, your just okay with it?” You would say after your shock wore off. 

He would shrug his shoulders, playing off the whole situation like you didn’t just ravel a big part of your identity to him. 

“Depends.”

“Depends?”

The dimpled smile he was wearing turns into a smirk, and you know then he was kidding. Ending of this conversation with a joking—but at the same time serious—question.

“Depends if you would be my girlfriend or not.”

You would giggle, playful hitting his shoulder. 

“Of course, dummy.”

Jimin

He would be surprised, but it would be a calm reaction. 

Just a simple, “Huh?” and “Really?”

For which you answer truthfully, “Yeah, Jimin. I’m really trans.”

Jimin would nod his head a few times. Then, because it suddenly felt awkward in the room you were in, he just said another simple, “Cool.”

He would blink his wide eyes a few times at you, wiggling his nose as he thinks somethings over.

You were honestly thinking that he was going to reject you. That he was going to tell you ‘it’s been fun, but I have to go now... Oh yeah! And drop my number.’

But he said none of that when he finally stopped thinking, and spoke how he felt. 

“Does that mean you can still be my girlfriend?”

You tackled him as you shouted, “Yes!”

Taehyung

“I know.”

“N-no you didn’t.”

There was know way he knew. Taehyung maybe be undercover smart, but there was no way he knew unless you told him--which you didn’t until now. 

Taehyung raises a pointed eyebrow at you, smiling as he says, “I put two and two together when I saw...” He then gestures to your thighs. 

You usually do pretty good with covering up your track marks on your thighs (The place you infect your hormones at.) But, since it’s summer, you’ve been wearing shorts that just cover the marks.

Or at least... you thought you did. 

You look down at the place he’s gesturing at, and low and behold there's a few spots the shorts don’t cover. You try pushing them down further, but it just starts riding up again. 

“Huh, look at that.”

Taehyung would just chuckle, playing off the situation and making every bit of anxiety you had before about coming out to him disappear. 

It’s then, as you’re analyzing your own marks on your thighs, that you smirk at a realization of his confession to knowing your trans. 

“So, does that mean you stare at my butt a lot?”

His smile falls and his golden skin heats up into a dusty pink. 

That’s a yes, then. 

Jungkook

Similar to Jimin, and a hint of Hoseok, he would be surprised—in a respectful way—but wouldn’t waste time at making sure he didn’t fuck up in the past.

Truthfully, Jungkook has never once made you feel awkward or worried about coming out. He’s overall a very caring person, so you weren’t worried about coming out to him. 

And it was especially cute when he asked you, “I’ll let you beat me in a video game if I ever did something wrong? Would you tell me if I mess up? I don’t want to make you upset.”

You swooned at his words, and when you looked into his big, serious, doe eyes you knew he was being real. That he generally cared about you, and not that your trans. 

After telling him how he’s been nothing but respectful towards you so far, he wiggles his little bunny nose and starts to blush. 

You don’t understand what just transpired in his little bunny brain, so you ask him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just-... I really like you!”

You’re surprised by his confession, but you don’t understand why that made him blush like that. Luckily, he explains it next.

“A-and even though you just came out to me, would it be weird If we... If I-... If I asked you, to be my girlfriend now?”

Swooning part two communes, and you're embracing him as you start to cry about how adorable that was. 

Giving a obvious answer. 

[bangtanloverboys]

can you feel it? // kth

summary - it's been almost one year since your top surgery, and taehyung is dying to know if you got feeling in your nipples

pairing - taehyung x transmale!reader

genre - smut themes; non-idol au

word count - 1.4k

warnings - mentions of surgical scars/top surgery, nipple play, making out, grinding

author’s note - yes nipples can fall off post operation, take proper post op care of your nipples.

“Can you feel your nipples?”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” You stared at Taehyung, who paused the movie the two of you were watching. “Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just remembered that your top anniversary is coming up and I was curious.”

“So you decided to blurt the question out in the middle of Finding Nemo?” You furrowed your brows at him. Your surgery anniversary was coming up in a few weeks, you weren’t surprised Taehyung remembered, considering he was the one that took you home and had to watch over you the following two weeks to make sure you were gonna be okay post op. 

“Are you gonna answer the question?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your response. 

“I-I don’t know!” You crossed your arms in front of you, feeling weird about the topic surrounding your chest. If you were being honest, you didn’t really think much about it anyway. Since the operation, you moved past it. That obstacle was crossed and all you focused on was healing and once it was done, it just sort of slipped your mind. 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He sat up from his position on the couch to look at you. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “I mean exactly that, I don’t know.”

“You don’t touch them?”

“No, they were cut off and sewn back on Tae. I didn’t touch them in fear of them falling off, since then, I don’t know never bothered.” You explained, that was something about your surgery you were always scared about. The thought that they could fall off if you pushed yourself too hard was freaky and you didn’t want to go all the way back to your surgeon to fix up your mistake so you avoided touching them when you didn’t have to. 

“It’s been a year though, I think your nipples are secured.” Taehyung let out a small laugh at you, to which you responded with sticking your tongue at him. “I’m just saying, you don’t really have anything to be afraid of anymore. What’s stopping you?”

You frowned, he was right. What was stopping you? You at this point can touch your nipples without fear, maybe you were so used to not touching them you essentially trained yourself to not touch them. “Nothing, I guess.”

“So touch them.”

“Right now?!”

“No time like the present,” he beamed as he clasped his hands together in excitement. “Let’s see ‘em.”

“You’re so weird,” you grumbled as you leaned forward to take off your shirt.

“Less talking, more stripping.” He ordered, motioning for you to go faster. You were gonna smack him upside the head, you swear. 

Shirt off, your skin was now exposed to the cool air of your living room. You put your shirt off to the side and turned to Taehyung, who’s eyes were fully trained on you. “What now?”

“Touch them, kinda obvious.” He chuckled at you. 

Glaring at him, you close your eyes and lift your hands to your nipples. Ever so gently, you place the pad of your finger to graze against your buds. Thing is about touching your own body, you can never be sure if it’s your body part you feel touching your finger or your finger touching the skin. Huffing, you drop your hands. “I can’t tell.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung pursed his lips in thought before patting the couch next to him. “Sit here.” 

Your eyes went from the spot to him, raising your eyebrows at him. “You serious?”

“Deadly, now sit.” He snapped his fingers and pointed back to the spot. Not wanting to challenge him, you took the step from your chair to the spot in front of him. “Close your eyes.” You did as he said and squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating the brush of his fingers. “Relax, you’re all tensed up.” He whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Taking a deep breath, you let your shoulders fall slack.

You feel a tickling sensation along the sides of your ribcage, right at the edge of your scars. You feel your lips twitch at the feeling, the tingles sent over your body from the soft drag of his fingers. His digits traced along the length of the scars, the feeling barely registers until it meets the unmarked skin. Slowly, he moves a bit up to your nipples and he lets his thumb just sit on top of them. You inhaled sharply as he started to slowly apply pressure, moving them in small circles. Heat began to pool between your legs as Taehyung moved your nipple to and fro. Biting your tongue, you refused to let any sort of sound escape you as your friend essentially played with your nipples. Needless to say, you had sensation in them, but now you weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop yet. 

The effort to keep quiet was thrown out the window however, when he decided to take them between his thumb and forefinger and give a light squeeze; eliciting a moan to emit from your throat. You froze and Taehyung’s hands stilled over your chest. Your eyes flew open but before you could even manage to get a word out, his mouth was on yours. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you kissed him back. Your body on autopilot, your arms moved to snake around his neck. His hands, however, stayed on your chest, pinching at you, prompting more sounds to fall from your lips. All of which he drank right up as he kissed you feverently. You knotted your hands into his dirty blonde hair, him clearly enjoying it, going by the groans he made. 

Lungs burning for air, you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Taehyung on the other hand, had other ideas. He attached his mouth to your neck, sucking on your flesh. You feel his hands wrap around your torso, his body weight was shifting to lay you back. You let him guide you to lay flat on the couch, moving your legs to hook around his waist. His mouth moved from your neck, traveling down to your chest, leaving small marks in his wake. He stopped right above your nipple, his hot breath fanning across it as he panted, catching his breath.

“Taee,” you keened as he pressed delicate kisses over the bud. “Pleasse.”

“Please what?” He looked up from your chest, his eyes dark with lust. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“Mouth, please mouth.” You cried out, with a smirk on his lips, he latched his mouth on to your bud. His free hand going to pinch and play with your neglected nipple. You mewl at the sensation; unconsciously, you begin to grind up against him. One of your hands leaves Taehyung’s head to grab onto his shirt, enclosing the fabric in your fist as he sucks and nibbles at you. 

With Taehyung’s ministrations, it only eggs you on more to needily rub yourself against Taehyung’s growing bulge. You feel a knot begin to form in your gut as you worked yourself, chasing that delicious friction you so desperately craved.  

“Come on, baby.” He blew against your wet and abused nipple. “You can do it, let go.”

With a loud whine, you felt like every single nerve ending was on fire as you clenched around nothing. Your body ceases it’s twitching as you come down from your high, leaving you breathless with Taehyung above you. His eyes never leaving you. 

When you finally come back around, he’s still staring at you and you felt your face flush. “What are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at the hottest fucking man that just came from grinding on me and nipple play.” He let out a breathy chuckle as he leaned up to kiss your burning cheek. 

“Fuck off, oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him as he rested his head on your bare chest, his hair tickling you ever so lightly. Your hand went up to card your fingers through the soft trestles. 

"Safe to assume you have feeling in your nipples then," his hand coming back up to your chest to trace circles over your skin.

"Yeah," you sighed. With that, the two of you laid in the comfortable silence, not bothering to talk about what just happened or what the consequences were. “Can you start the movie again?”

[tipsydipsydo]

Jimin, truth: what's something you've wanted to try and put in your ass. Dare: tell me your most secret kink and do it to me 😏

Requested by: @bangtanloverboys

(because the "official" post was an asshole, I had to repost it to set the "keep reading" Rap correctly!)

Gender of the Reader: trans* male

Trigger Warning: could cause dysphoria! (sexual content; minor descriptions of trans male genitalia; explicit body reactions etc.)

➙ if you're uncomfortable with it, please move on! ♡

*Jimin breathes out shakily and pulls his plush lower lip between his teeths, starts chewing on it while he's thinking about what's the best way to answer your question*

"Fuck Baby, such a naughty question right away... do you want to know it? Well... fuck. God, okay. I want to fill my ass up with a prostate massager that has a cock ring. Fuck, I love it when my prostate is stimulated, that feels so good a-and with the cock ring I couldn't cum so fast from that and... I want to fuck you with that... I want to fuck you so badly while wearing a prostate vibrator and that cock ring would gave me more stamina... I know it would be toture, but I want that hell. Fuck, please let me fuck you while my ass is stuffed up, I fucking need that so badly, I got off to that fantasy so often and it's so hot to imagine... please let me try that!"

*when he hears your dare ask, a shocked expression was for a short moment on his face and in a nervous action runs his fingers through his hair, gulping visibly*

"Okay, okay... God, why do you have to torture me like that with such questions? Fuck, how should I explain that... Baby, all this what comes now... we don't have to do it when you didn't want to! But... this one fantasy doesn't want to leave my mind. I-I wanna make my Babyboy squirt all over my hand. The thought... to finger my little boy so fucking good while I suck on his swollen bundle of nerves, wrapping my lips around your pretty enlarged pearl makes me so fucking hard in no time... I want to see that hot cum gushing all over my fingers, showing me, how good I can take care of the needs of my sexy boy! Hm? I should do it to you? R-Right here? In front of all the boys? Fuck, my naughty boyfriend wants the eyes of all my members on his precious parts while I'm making you feel so good? Oh Jesus Christ, this is ins reason why I love you so fucking much! Come here, let's give my members a damn hot show!"

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✨ Their FtM Boyfriend Age Regresses ✨

✨ This was requested, so I hope you enjoy anon! ✨

✨ Age Regression occurs when you mentally retreat to an earlier age. In all ways, you believe you're back at that point in your life, and you may exhibit childish behaviors, too. Some people choose to revert to a younger age. In this case, it can be a coping mechanism to help them relax and eliminate stress ✨

✨ WHERE I GOT MY INFORMATION IS H E R E  ✨

✨ I did this to the best of my ability, and I really hope I did alright, as this took me a while, even if it isn’t the best i hope you enjoy, I know I enjoyed doing this research and learning something new! ✨

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✨ Kim Seokjin ✨

✨ He honestly understands why you regress, so he helps out as much as possible!

✨ Such as getting you things to play around with, offering the switch for you to play animal crossing, also offers to make you food which you gladly accept--

✨ If it happens out in public he’s very calm and is able to distract you and knows how to gain your attention, probably by planting gentle kisses all over your face and opens up his phone and puts something on for you to watch!

✨ All together he’s very motherly and is super sweet

✨ Also will call you his “fairy prince” and has fairy wings for you to put on so you can be the fairy you are

✨ Also is very delicate with you, and always keeps his cool while still being goofy!

✨ Min Yoongi ✨

✨ I honestly see him as being very impatient with you sometimes, but pushes himself to help you out as much as he can

✨ After a while he probably starts to find you really sweet like this

✨ Gives you a colouring book and has music in the bg 

✨ Grandpa is probably tired after a while and asks if you want to take a nap, which lets be honest, you probably say no and run away giggling while he’s flopped on the couch--

✨ He gives in and chases you around the house, which leads to you getting tired and eventually just crawling into his arms and sleeping right there

✨ He’ll just smile, pick you up and bring you to bed where he tucks you in

✨ Jung Hoseok ✨

✨ He’s probably so fun when you regress, like he has so much energy and if you want to play and run around all day, he gladly will do so--

✨ Snack breaks are also fun, he tries to shape things like animals or smiley faces, probably starts doing it all the time lmao

✨ TONS OF CUDDLES

✨ Also will teach you dances if you ask!

✨ He’s also great at getting you to sleep if you aren’t fond of it, and will sing for you as well!

✨ Also probably adds in a bit of goofiness in between

✨ Kim Namjoon ✨

✨ He puts in a lot of research and asks tons of questions so he can help you out as much as possible!

✨ Always knows how to make you happy or how to calm you down!

✨ TONS OF CUDDLES AND STORY TIME >:OO

✨ Sometimes when he reads it bores you to sleep but you’ll never tell him that aisuhdsa

✨ Also tickle fights are very often a thing with him--

✨ Park Jimin ✨

✨ Such a sweetheart

✨ Still has full control over you, like you cannot resist his charms--

✨ This man gives the best kisses don’t touch me, you will never change my mind

✨ He also has a blast playing games with you, also will pick you up at random when you look bored and will run around for absolutely no reason lmao

✨ Also he’s such a monster he’ll start tickling you randomly when you’re on the couch watching something together, all in all he’s very sweet and helps you out, and lets you do whatever you need to do!

✨ Kim Taehyung ✨

✨ He doesn’t understand at first but he takes the time to learn!

✨ Buys everything you could ever imagine aishdasuid

✨ Also buys you custom made things aiusdhiashd

✨ Very much into babying you, but its sper sweet and you know he means well, though you demand lots of kisses--

✨ Jeon Jungkook ✨

✨ We all know he’s probably going to be very sweet about it too

✨ But that doesn’t mean you get to escape his teasing and his cheeky ways, like picking you up at random and tossing you on the bed all just to tickle you--

✨ Also expect him to make tons of ramen like he doesn’t know what else to make

✨ Also tons of video game time with him, and he doesn’t let you win often unless you start whining or crying--

[here4theheartbreak]

Happy Ending (JJK)

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Relationship: Jungkook x Male Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: Jungkook had a bad day. It’s up to you to make sure he relaxes.

Tags: smut, PWP, squirting, dirty talk, bareback, tentacles, male reader, tentacle monster!reader, transgender Jungkook, transmale Jungkook, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple penetration, multiple orgasms, rough sex

A/N: This fic was written for @ditttiii​ in response to the request for Jungkook x Male Reader, “Stop sniffing me” request for my 2k followers - enjoy!

The main door opened and slammed shut hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. You leaned over, peeking through the entryway into the living room. “You okay?” You asked. Jungkook threw his bag to the floor and slammed his keys on the side table. “No!” He snapped. 

You scowled. It was bizarre for Jungkook to come home in such a nasty mood. You wandered into the living room, tentacles twitching lightly as they sensed the shift in emotional hormones.

“Jungkook.”

He huffed, slamming his hand on the wall. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What’s wrong?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth. He rested his forehead on the wall, and you knew by the shaking of his tense shoulders that he was trying to regain a sense of calm and control. You two had been dating for many years, and he knew how sensitive you were to emotional shifts; the benefit – and downfall – of being the species you were. 

He sighed heavily. “Just a rough day at work.”

“Wanna talk to me about it?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Not really. I just kind of want to forget about it, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“Let me help you relax.” You reached out and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck and kissing over it gently. Jungkook sighed contentedly. 

“Tease.”

“Never. Go lie in bed. I’ll turn off the stove then go give you a nice massage.”

Jungkook nodded. “First…” He held you close, inhaling deeply. 

“God you smell good…” 

“You are so weird,” you laughed. “Stop sniffing me.”

“Never,” he mumbled against your neck. “It’s soothing.”

He pulled back reluctantly and kicked off his shoes before padding up the stairs to the bedroom. You flicked off the stove, setting the pan of water aside. You could order tonight anyways, no big deal. Right now, Jungkook needed your attention. You hurried up the stairs, smiling softly when you reached the bedroom. Jungkook was on his stomach on the bed, head buried under the pillow. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves – deep and uncomfortable. Whatever had happened at work had truly upset him. 

Eager to help, you crawled over him, sliding two tentacles slowly under his shirt. The suckers moved along his skin, suctioning just hard enough to make him feel it. Jungkook shuddered and sighed, sinking a little further into the bed. You took the pillow off his head with your hand. 

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled. 

“Yes, please.”

“Are yours coming off too?” Despite his tension, there was a teasing playfulness to his tone that had you smiling. 

“I’m giving you a massage.”

“And maybe there’ll be a happy ending,” he joked, stripping out of his clothing. He laid back onto the bed on his stomach in just his boxers, crossing his legs at the ankle.

You straddled his thighs, using both your hands and tentacles to begin working the knotted muscles in his back loose. 

Jungkook moaned softly as you worked, sighing happily and shifting around under your grip. You moved down to his lower back with your hands, tentacles still working at his upper back.

Jungkook was positively drooling when you finished rubbing over his muscles. He was entirely relaxed, as melted into the bed as a human could be. 

Unable to resist longer, you reached down and grabbed his boxers, yanking them off. Jungkook rolled onto his back and grinned widely.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased. He spread his legs wide, exposing his holes. His little cock was stiff above the natural little gape you’d trained his body to have after all this time. When you’d first used his human frame, he was so tight, you could barely slide your cock in, let alone your tentacles. Now he took you like a pro.

“Relax,” you purred, stroking his cheek with a tentacle. 

Jungkook grabbed it, stroking it gently. He inhaled deeply, pressing kisses along the sucker pads. “Fuck me with this one,” he whispered.

“You sure? It’s bigger than the ones you normally take. And the suckers...”

“I wanna feel them. And...” Jungkook drifted off. He bit his lip. You could hear his heart rate increase, and smell his arousal growing, his hole getting wetter at whatever he was imagining.

“Talk to me,” you whispered, reaching down to rub your thumb over his hardened nub.

“I want you to put your dick up my ass while you do it.”

“Jungkook, are you sure? Double penetration is a lot...”

“I know you’ve wanted to do it for a while. I’m ready.” He shifted, taking the tip of your tentacle in his mouth. His tongue was so smooth and small against your suckers, catching lightly on them and making him giggle. He nuzzled it once more. “If I’m really moaning... I bet one of your smaller ones could even go up my ass with your cock. Like this one..” 

Jungkook reached out and grabbed a smaller, slick tentacle, just about half an inch across. “And my mouth...”

It seemed as if every tentacle in your body awoke at that. He was giving himself fully to you. 

“Are you sure?” You panted.

Jungkook nodded. 

Your tentacles shot out, lifting Jungkook from the bed by his waist and arms. He moaned, his legs hanging open. You could see wetness dribbling out of his hole, onto his ass. You laid on the bed and flipped him over so he was dangling about three feet above you. He grinned, open mouthed, and nodded his consent once more.

You reached a tentacle up, letting Jungkook grab it and nuzzle it, inhaling deeply. His body tensed a second, a few drops of his natural wetness dripped onto your belly.

“So responsive to scent,” you teased. You flicked one tentacle up and down his sopping slit. It was a thinner one, but one naturally slick and smooth. When Jungkook moaned against the tentacle near his face, you slid it into his relaxed hole. It went in smoothly, his body used to this size. Each deep inhale of your scent and he clenched around you, milking your tentacle with his inner muscles. You added a second tentacle of the same size, then a third a little smaller, moaning when his eyes rolled back and he squeezed almost painfully tight. The tentacles around his hips and torso tightened.

“Take them, Jungkook,” you whispered. “Show me you can take them like a good boy and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please—“ 

You began to shift your tentacles, using them to lift his body off and drive it back onto the three tentacles. At the same time you thrust them forward, impaling him hard each time. Jungkook moaned brokenly, his body tensing and relaxing. He took the tip of the tentacle in his hands into his mouth, sucking eagerly as he moaned around it. 

Your tentacles sent shocks of pleasure through your body, your cock beginning to ache with need. The best form of edging, drawing you so close, letting you watch Jungkook’s body be violated, used; but never quite letting you get there. Not until you sank your cock into one of his needy holes.

You began to flick a thinner tentacle over his asshole, teasing it open as you fucked his other hole and let him suck your tentacle so desperately. 

His body clenched hard suddenly. He pulled off the one in his mouth and screamed happily. You yanked your tentacles from his sopping hole and lifted him upright. You forced his legs open, as if he were sitting spread legged on air. 

“Please!” He sobbed, reaching for his dripping hole. Tentacles around his wrists stopped that. Instead, you watched his hole flutter and clench around nothing, weak dribbles of slick forced out. He sobbed brokenly. 

“Please—“ He begged again. You tsked, slapping his hole with a slick tentacle.

“Did I ruin it?” You teased. Jungkook sobbed, slumping down in the grip of your tentacles.

“That’s okay, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

You jammed the three back into him, and let the thin one slide a few inches into his asshole. Jungkook met your gaze, his eyes wet with desperation already. You began to raise and drop him, forcing your tentacles deep into his holes. 

Jungkook moaned, his head falling back. You slid a tentacle up his torso and over his chin, finding his mouth gaped open. Taking advantage, you pushed it until it bumped the back of his throat, chuckling when he gagged. He righted his head, immediately sucking and lapping along the smooth, silky surface.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, meeting his already unfocused gaze. 

Ah, here it was - the ultimate edge. The tentacle in his ass swelled and began to come. Your balls drew up, feeling heavy and achey with the need for release. You could feel the pleasure - but it was cut off. Your eyes rolled back nonetheless, a quiet sigh slipping from your lips as the tentacle filled Jungkook’s tight ass. You couldn’t wait to slide into his slick hole. 

The next tentacle began to spill, pouring into his other hole. And a third, making you gasp desperately. You began to pump the third that was buried deep inside him, chasing its release. 

Jungkook moaned, muffled and wet as the one in his mouth gagged him. A squeeze, tight and needy, began to build in Jungkook. You fucked into him harder, come pouring down your tentacles. His body began to shudder, muscles flexing in your grip. You could almost count it down. Three, two, one... 

You yanked the tentacles free of his hole. 

Jungkook screamed, gagging and coughing around the one in his mouth. The come splashed onto your stomach as it drained from his used body. His release sprayed out, splashing your stomach and up nearly to your chest as he squirted for you. The final tentacle that had been penetrating him reached its own release, splashing over his hole and groin.

“Yes,” you encouraged, reaching up and thumbing his throbbing cock. “Squirting so good for me. You’re ready.” 

You lined up your thick, suckered tentacle to his gaping hole, and drove in as deep as you dared. He immediately clenched and gushed around you, his head falling forward. You pulled the tentacle free of his mouth so it wouldn’t choke him, and let it release hot ropes over his face and chest. 

Jungkook gasped, his mouth hanging open. You began to fuck into his body, the slick sounds of your release and his own filling the room.

Two more tentacles slid forward, prodding Jungkook’s ass as the relieved one slid free. Jungkook nodded without being asked, and they pushed in. 

It was just around eight of your tentacles that sought release each time you two had sex. Jungkook had become quite accustomed to helping each of them. 

The final bumped against his open mouth. Jungkook moved almost automatically, beginning to suck it. It pumped in rhythm to the other tentacles penetrating Jungkook’s body. 

You laid back, closing your eyes. The sensations were intense; as if every single nerve ending was awake, being pleasured. Jungkook continued to come from the tentacle in his hole, his squirt dribbling down it as the suckers stimulated his sensitive inner walls. The ones in his ass were fucking him hard, working open his ass for your cock. They squirted first, driving as deep as possible to release into him. Even with their depth, the moment they pulled out, his relaxed ass let some dribble onto your lap. It was very clearly time. 

You used your tentacles to maneuver him down and line him up. Though unnecessary, you eased his loosened ass down onto your cock. You groaned as his body took you, warm and wet. Another gush of his slick dribbled out, wetting your lap further. 

Jungkook gurgled wetly as the tentacle down his throat began to spill its release. You pulled it free, splashing a few more ropes onto Jungkook’s face. 

“There we go,” you purred. “You’re all tuckered out, huh?” 

Jungkook’s eyes were even more unfocused, soft whimpers slipping from his open mouth. His body continued to come, very clearly overstimulated by the thick tentacle fucking him.

“Baby,” you cooed, stroking his sweat soaked hair back. You slid another tentacle up, smiling when he leaned into it, inhaling deeply.

“One more load, okay? Can you take one more load for me?”

 Jungkook nodded. 

You began to fuck up into him, feeling his ass squeeze weakly around your cock. Your balls ached, bordering on painful. 

You flipped him onto the bed on his back, rolling and driving your cock back into him. You fucked both his holes hard and fast.

Jungkook began to shudder, writhing on the mattress. You could feel the pressure squeezing around both your tentacle and cock. He was far too overstimulated, this had to border on painful, but he began to twist his hips down, seeking more. You obliged, pumping both deeper. 

Jungkook’s cries were high and broken, tiny little “Ah! Ah!” Noises that made you desperate to soothe. 

The pressure reached a peak, and Jungkook’s back arched high. He screamed your name as he began to come. 

You pulled your tentacle free, but continued to pump your cock, watching him squirt harder than he ever had before. His ass tightened around your cock like a vise, and it only took three more desperate thrusts before you too were coming deep inside him, toes curling as your body lit up with pleasure. 

You released your tentacles and slumped over Jungkook, both of you panting for air as your orgasms faded.

Jungkook grabbed you and kissed you hard, laughing into your mouth. “You’re so perfect.”

“You say because I just fucked you boneless.”

Jungkook threw his head back, laughing hard. He nuzzled against you, kicking at the blanket at the base of the bed until he could grab it and yank it over you both.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked, wrapping your arm around him.

“Much.” He nuzzled against your neck, and you chuckled when he inhaled.

“What do I smell like to you?”

“Hm…” Jungkook inhaled again. “Ozone. Water, like the sea… Leathery like… sweet and fresh leather. And something that’s just… You. I can’t describe it but it’s a scent that’s just so uniquely you and whenever I smell it I instantly think of you.”

“You have such a sensitive nose for a human, it’s almost bizarre… I love it.” You chuckled a little as you spoke. “I’m glad you like the way I smell.”

“It’s soothing… It’s not too weird is it?” Jungkook worried.

“No weirder than your boyfriend having tentacles and fucking you with them, I’m sure.”

Jungkook giggled at that, nodding. “You have a point. We’re just an odd duo.”

“We work well together though,” you said, stroking his hair back. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. With you.”

Jungkook’s grin softened to a smile, and you could see the love in his eyes. He didn’t need to speak. The affection and adoration rolled off him in waves, sweet and soft, soothing you like a gentle caress. You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

[male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too]

Hewwo! Please can i request the bangtan boys with a male solo idol s/o whos struggling with hate for being himself? To elaborate, he doesnt conform to harmful beauty standards (having to be a certain body type, pale, masculine, having to be a pop star etc) if this doesnt make sense just ignore it lol, but if you write this thank you so so much!!♡

I hope I did well on this for you anon. 

Seokjin

As Seokjin loves to cook, His significant other would be no different. He loved seeing (Y/n) ate until they were full. Even as an idol, he cared about their image but That didn’t stop (Y/n) from eating and enjoying. Seokjin would only see his partner become down when others were criticizing others. He knew that it was getting worse when (Y/n) picked at their food. Seokjin would just have to hug them and tell (Y/n) how weight didn’t matter. They would gladly eat up. 

Namjoon

Namjoon didn’t understand why people needed to shave every day. (Y/n) would just skip a day or two and the internet would be on attack mode. People would say how they were lazy or dirty. Namjoon would think it was a little sexy but he was also inspired to not shave as much. The internet was thinking that (Y/n) was taking Namjoon down a dark path. Namjoon actually started growing out his facial hair. (Y/n) was feeling bad over people criticizing, so he started growing out to make them feel better.  

Yoongi

Yoongi was known for his paleness, well (Y/n) was known for his tanness. The bleaching chemicals hurt their skin. They stood for it when they debuted because nobody could like an idol with such tan skin. (Y/n) couldn’t stand for it after they were hospitalized for a bad rash. Their company gave them a better manager and punished the old one. (Y/n)‘s new manager didn’t care about tan skin after their popularity increased. Even when they were cuddling, (Y/n) would compare their skin and think about bleaching it again. They even saw comments about their tan skin. (Y/n)‘s manager and Yoongi had to sit them down and convince them. Yoongi has kept skin bleach out of the house for a reason 

Hoseok

People didn’t expect the bright, bubbly boy to fall for the dark clothed idol and vise vera. People often called (Y/n) emo or not a match for Hoseok. Many people have commented on how (Y/n) wrote dark and depressing music. They even wore black head to toe. People said how they should break up because they didn’t match. That Hoseok deserved better and (Y/n) started to believe it. Hoseok came home to (Y/n) in their bed, crying and reading all of the people’s comments. He rushed under the covers with them and cuddled with them and told him comforting words until they could sleep comfortably.

Jimin 

Many knew that Jimin was chubby at one point. Well so was (Y/n), they have been friends since early high school, going over to each other’s houses had similar effects on both of the boys. The both of them had even gone to additions togheter, Jimin had been picked up by big hit and lost most of the chubbiness. (Y/n) was also picked up but had trouble losing the weight. He had gotten the weight off slowly. Not too soon after, The friends became boyfriends and gotten minimal hate for being in a gay relationship. It seems like ‘fans’ of Jimin had come over and bullied (Y/n). Things were told to him as “You need to lose weight” or “Jimin deserves a better-looking boyfriend”. These comments would tear him apart inside. Jimin noticed as his boyfriend would eat less and go to the gym more. He got worried quickly and had a feeling as what his boyfriend was upset about, as he had gotten hate about the same thing. Jimin was making dinner in the kitchen as (Y/n) came home from the gym. “Hey,” Jimin started, the other’s head snapping to him “I just wanted you to know that, you don’t need to lose weight. You’re a good weight and healthy.” (Y/n) held his head down and his shoulders shook from the weight of his sobs. Jimin walked over, still in an apron, and sat on the couch, hugging his boyfriend. He whispered soothing words as Jimin rubbed his back. 

Taehyung 

Taehyung was an icon for his sense of fashion and art. Meanwhile, His boyfriend wore women’s and men’s clothing. (Y/n) was often made fun of when people omapired Taehyung’s style vs his style. Taehyung came home one day, while he was taking off his shoes, he heard the sound of hangers and clothes being tossed. He knew that (Y/n) was home and it was probably him. Taehyung walking into their room made the others head snap up. Taehyung saw that all of his female clothes are on the bed and some in garbage bags. “(Y/n), What are you doing?” (Y/n) was still tossing clothes onto the bed when he asked that. “I need to get rid of all of my Women’s clothes, People don’t like me wearing them.” It unfortunately made sense to him. He walked over to (Y/n) and held his hands from moving the clothes out of the closet. “Why does it matter, you like it. It shouldn’t matter what others think, as long as you’re comfortable in them and you like them.” (Y/n) put his hands down and Taehyung saw that he won and started helping put the clothes back into the closet.

Jungkook

People often called him the muscle pig for a reason. And (Y/n) was nowhere near that muscular. People online said that 'If (Y/n) is dating Jungkook, he should work out more and not be so careless with his body.“ Now (Y/n) tried to take care of his body, but as a singular idol writing his own songs and helping his own choreography teacher. He didn’t always have time to go to the gym and work out. One day when both of the men were cuddling on the couch, (Y/n) started feeling Jungkook’s muscles. "What are you doing?” The one feeling muscles snapped up, realizing what he was doing. “I want to see if I want to the gym.” Jungkook was questioning, He knew that (Y/n) was so busy that he had no time to spare. “Babe, You’re so busy and I think your body is amazing.” (Y/n) put his face into Jungkook’s shirt, “People online want me to be muscular.” Jungkook knew what that meant. “Well, I don’t want you to be muscular and I’m in your life a lot more than some of those people looking at you.”

[fanboy-heaven]

(YOONGI × TRANS!READER)

Trigger Warning: Mild Dysphoria

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It was a shitty day.

No, like a really shitty day.

(Y/N) was already annoyed because he misplaced his homework, his partners didn't work on their project and finally, worst of all.

Some jackass decided to bring his friends to his LGBT+ club and harrass them.

He was called several things, from 'faggot' to 'tranny'. And school wasn't even over yet.

He was honestly done with today.

The male was already hiding out in the bathroom, he was already crying and stressed out. He wanted to go home.

No actually.

(Y/N) wanted was his Yoongi. He needed him actually. All the hugs, kisses and support he could get. And that is all he could ever want.

He decided to text Yoongi to pick him up,

(Y/N) had sat his phone down, but it started buzzing like crazy again. Seeing Yoongi was texting him.

He smiled softly to himself, tearing up more over the soft messages he was being sent. He loved it so much.

And around 20 minutes later, (Y/N) was called to the office.

In relief, he grabbed his backpack and sped-walked down the hallway, ignoring anybody who tried to stop him. Staring directly down at the ground and covered his face.

He hated when people would ask him if he was okay, he knew they meant well but he only would start sobbing if he tried talking to them. It was impossible not to. His mouth would open, no words would ever come out. All that happened was his throat swelling up with the tight feeling of anxiety.

While in thought, (Y/N) had bumped into somebody. Looking up to see his wonderful boyfriend. Yoongi gently caressing his cheek, "How's my beautiful boyfriend?" He heard him mumbled to him, seeing his gummy smile really just made (Y/N) feel 100 times better. That precious eye-smile with such a reassuring expression. Yoongi was a literal angel for him. (Y/N) almost didn't noticed Yoongi take his backpack for him and hand him his jacket to wear, knowing it was comforting to him. The warm feeling and the scent of Yoongi, it was amazingly calming. "Let's go home." The rapper muttered, with a nod from (Y/N), they were off.

Once they had made it home, Yoongi had immediately gotten out of the car, picking up (Y/N) and carrying him into the house. "Hyung will get you your PJs and some of your favorite tea. You just stay in bed." Yoongi whispered to him as he set him down onto their bed, gently kissing his forehead before walking off.

"Hyung.." (Y/N) spoke up, Yoongi stopping in place to look at him, "Yes, baby?" He spoke softly, the younger raising his arms up with teary eyes. And immediately he was given a hug. "A-am I really not p-passable?" (Y/N) sobbed out, and Yoongi had shook his head as soon as he heard the question.

"Baby, all I see is the most handsome and amazing boy I have ever met." Yoongi started off, wiping the tears away before leaving a soft kisses on each cheek and one on his lips. "You're my beautiful babyboy. And the best boyfriend I could ask for. Nothing will change that, even some asshole who has to cry about everything you do. I bet he's just jealous I have you." He whispered to him, peppering more pecks onto his lips and face. (Y/N) smiling like an idiot as Yoongi refused to stop kissing until he was happy. "I love you." Yoongi mumbled softly to him, "I love you too, hyung." (Y/N) giggled back softly.

"Now go dress up into your PJs, you've been wearing your binder long enough and I don't want you getting hurt, alright baby?" Yoongi spoke, messing with his hair for a few short moments as (Y/N) nodded, "Alright, Yoongi.." He sighed.

The older looking down at the younger, "Babyboy, just do this for me. Alright? I know you hate having it off but you don't need to wear it much longer." He whispered, (Y/N) glancing up at Yoongi. "What?" He muttered to him, the older smiling at him. "I saved up enough finally."

"Wait.. R-really..? Don't joke around with me, Yoongi. Are you being serious." (Y/N) spoke up, voice cracking. Heart honestly stopping for a short second out of pure excitment. Only for him to start tearing up again as he saw Yoongi nod his head. "Awh, baby, come here." He said, (Y/N) immediately burying his face into his chest, bawling his eyes out from the moment. "Your appointment to see the doctor is next week, we'll discuss when your surgery can be." He explained to him, gently rubbing his back to sooth him.

"Thank you, Y-Yoongi.. I-I love you so much." (Y/N) stuttered out between soft sniffles and hiccups, smiling through his tears as he hugged Yoongi tight. God, he was so lucky to have him. And Yoongi could say the same for himself. He had never seen such a pure expression of happiness on (Y/N) before and he loved it. He wanted to make sure he was always that happy. It was practically his goal in life.

"I love you too, baby."

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: wlw, lesbian love story, fluff, first kisses, mild sexual content, hurt/comfort, brief nudity, best friends to lovers, gender euphoria, trans! Taehyung, referenced passed eating disorders, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, transphobia, misgendering,  transgender slurs, discussions on femininity, brief violence warning, 

W/c: 11.6k

A/n: this is for the lesbians <3 i hope that everyone whose never had a happy shopping experience can dream of themselves in this slice of heaven with tae and the m/c <3 i think in many ways, their love is so innocent and genuine. they really are best friends~

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Tae doesn’t realize that this outing is more for her than for you until you’re deep within the confines of the store.

It’s extensive; endless isle of pretty pastels and cotton fabrics that promise sweetness with every stitch. It’s a good thing that Tae is well used to ignoring the constant wound of her gender and ignoring what she wants even when it’s right in front of her face. Otherwise she might let her overactive heart and imaginative mind get the better of her. 

Tae feels hot, and vaguely itchy, the unpleasant smell of too many people and industrial strength detergent hovers heavy on the air.

She doesn’t let her eyes linger on the dresses for long, or the silky shirts with long bell sleeves, or the ones with little ties at the front and the corset tops with bows at the shoulders, the mini skirts pretty and small and pink.  The desire finds its home with other phantom pains and phantom wants within her chest as she watches you begin to sort.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this isn’t something you’re unfamiliar with. You scan the racks with a practiced eye, the metal click of the hangers gliding across the racks as you comb through them at an even rhythm.

This shop is somewhere in between a second-hand store and a consignment warehouse, but there is some division by color and style. More punky styles hang closer to the windows to attract a particular clientele, though softer pastel things seem to be the more dominant theme closer to the walls where vintage shirts hang. One with a warn edge that proudly proclaims in neon pink bubble letters "girls do it better.”

Tae doesn’t know how you found a place like this- let alone who might have told you it existed pressed between a frozen yogurt shop and an empty menswear store that smelled heavily of mothballs on the way past. There is a rainbow flag and a few other errant ones hanging by the front, labeled, with prices too.

She doesn't look at the pink and blue and white one. That would be ridiculous, right?

Tae's not the packmate that’s the most involved with easing your more food-related anxieties- she sees you linger a little wondering about sizing with more than a few of what you pick putting one back and not another. The florescent lights from above make you look a little more gaunt that usual.

She wonders if clothing helps more than it hurts- if having things that fit you (and really fit you- not just fit your body like the extra-large shirts that Yoongi likes and you like to steal) will help you in the long run or make it worse when Jinnie's love language inevitably makes you size up. 

If it makes it worse Tae will take you away from here. And if it helps well- there is the froyo store next door, and feeding you will probably earn her more than a few thankful glances from the pack-mates. That’s the only thing on her mind as you hold up a dress.

Tae’s just about to say that it’s a lovely shade of pink when you hold it out to her- closing one eye so you can better see what it looks like silhouetted against her form like one of those paper dolls you used to cut out of magazines when you where a child. “I read online that synching can help give you more of a waist so like- stick to things that are fitted to be an hourglass or have ties and shit!”

“What?” Tae splutters, something about your predicament not clicking, staring at you dumbfounded. She casts a look about the store but there aren’t many other patrons, except for a trio of women at the jewelry counter and the one middle aged woman who mans the front desk, long red nails clicking on the counter audibly from here. But It is mid-day in the middle of the week and the mall and this store are relatively empty.

It doesn’t make what you just insinuated any less terrifying. You continue like you haven’t heard her one bit, humming and holding another to her form, this one light grey, making a satisfied hum and adding it to your steadily growing pile of dresses.  

“What are you-“ you ignore her, walking further along with the rack and finding one at the end, swishy and silky, thin straps that dip to a plunging neckline.

“Ooo- This one's good too- but you don’t wear a lot of marron, let's see- size 8- that should be fine-”

“Y/n- we’re out in public.” Tae's whispered warning does little to deter you. You raise an eyebrow in her direction before ignoring her and going back to flicking through the racks. Biting your lip and acting like she hasn’t spoken, pushing even though you know how terrible it is to push.

Please don’t hate me Tae, please don’t get mad. I know it feels scary but- but-

Your swallow feels like it strangles your vocal cords. The words invisible hands gripping at the oxygen trying to pass through your windpipe, holding it as collateral. “Maybe you’re a 10 with your shoulders, but that’s okay- I’ve got broad ones too-”

“Y/n!” she whisper yells as you continue to ignore her, the racks of clothes are quiet and secluded, no one can see most of you except your heads (if they were far enough away they might not even be able to see you- you barely come up above the racks). Some pop music drowns overhead the kind that models walk runways to a beat thats low and pulsing.

Your hand suddenly finds her wrist, fingers pressed into her scent gland sending a comforting zing up her arm. Tae hadn’t even realized that her scent was going so sour, that the air was saturated with the smell of cinnamon turning peppery, thick alpha panic.

But she can’t contain her emotions. This kind of thing shouldn’t be happening here where anyone could see. 

All this time, you’ve wondered what Tae would be like if you pushed, what kind of revelations and comfort she could find if she only knew the door was open for her. It doesn't escape you that the only other time you pushed her it gave you that little box of shared makeup that isn't so small and easily hidden anymore. 

Pushing gave you both something you’d swear on. That something that isn’t quite love, not yet but its close. You can feel it hammering in her pulse against your fingertips pressed to inches of skin only her lovers have touched.

Her lovers that are also to become yours this weekend, would Namjoon and Jin call themselves your lovers? Probably not. But you have a feeling Jungkook would, he’s romantic like that. 

You don’t know if you would have ever started eating normally again if they hadn’t pushed you, and while it’s not easy it feels better to get better. Your body feels capable for the first time in months and you don’t feel so tired for once. weeks ago this would have exhausted you. You forgot what it felt like- to feel even a little strong. 

And yet, sometimes it doesn’t feel so good. Sometimes you hunger for the pain in your stomach again, you want the edges of your vision to go foggy again and for you could feel all floaty. Sometimes you wish you could feel good just by doing something bad. 

How strange is it, that pain can become a comfort. Is that why Tae continues to wear the same clothes as always? It’s paradoxical, happy to get better and unhappy to try. Like some feral animal gnawing at its own arm to get out of a cage, what does it feel like to loose the hurt you cling too? Does Tae feel the same way? 

You don't think you'd be able to bear it if she did.

You don’t know if Tae will ever address this if someone doesn’t push. You don’t know how much longer she’d be willing to pretend for their sakes before some inevitable blow-up. And if you can’t show her that they’d love her no matter what, you can at least show her that you’re accepting of this, that you’re encouraging.

No matter what happens in the future, Tae will always have you. You don’t know for sure, but you think you’re the safest person to do the pushing.

You press close to her your hands shake and Tae realizes that this isn’t only difficult for her. Your words are so hushed that Tae can barely hear them over the music. “I checked online, this shop is…friendly to everyone, boys, girls- they carry everything in a size small to 5x too- fits everyone.”

And it’s true- the high heels at the front are tasteful and large. Tae noticed on your way in that they go all the way up to a woman's size sixteen. They even have a little chart that converted men's sizes into women's and back again.  

Hiding makeup is one thing but hiding shoes and clothes is another. It’s impossible. And besides, the things in this store have never belonged to her- will never belong to her no matter how much she wants them. But you- standing small in the middle of the aisle, you look like you belong. But does that change the facts? If one person believes in Tae will it make it any easier?

“There's even a sex shop in the back,” you supply, like that makes it any better. Like that will get Tae off the topic of this anxiety and make her cave if you infuse a little bit of your quick wit into the words.

Tae sucks on her lower lip. Casting a nervous glance at the front door and the glass windows where anyone could be looking in. The anxiety builds and the cashier at the front lifts her eyes to the two of you, nails still drumming dully. Tae nearly flinches back from her stare.

“Tae. Look at me.” She does and your eyes are swimming with concern. Oceans and oceans rolling overhead, waves crashing white as Tae begins to panic. 

You parrot her words back to her, “If you want to leave, we can go. If you want to look for just me, we can. We can do this once a week until you decide you want to- if you want to- I’m not going to force you. If you’re not ready for this it’s fine- I promise- I just wanted to-” you make a frustrated noise in your throat, sighing heavily. Cutting off your rambling.

You look at the dress you hold, touching the cotton with careful fingers. A small smile starts to quirk your lips.

It’s been a while since you’ve touched something so soft and so simply pretty. The kind of pretty that exists only in movies and in curated Instagram feeds and in reality is so much harder to get on your own. Tae might not know that much, and you worry it could hurt her feelings. All those picture-perfect models in magazines are but a masterpiece of tailoring, the right angles, and photo shop.

Reality and fashion are two different things.

“I can’t, you know why I can’t.”

That reason being Jimin, Minnie, and the others. You swallow that pill hard. Would it have been easier for Tae had she been born in the body she needed? You're not sure. Femininity isn't easy- it isn't easy for anyone to have, much less when it comes from two sides of such a polished knife.

You won't pretend, you know that Tae's fears aren't unfounded. Every day the news that Jin watches says one thing or another about 'trans alpha to omegas in schools; are they dangerous?’ or the 10th commemorative march that marks the day that same secondary sex mating became legal. Its difficult to consider that a decade ago alpha-alpha relationships where taboo- that the love Namjoon, Jimin, Hobi, and Tae share is anything other than divine.

There is no good choice. It's either she ignores this and she continues to suffer, or she throws herself headfirst into it regardless of what might happen. And ignores her fears of what hidden eyes that might find her being unseemly, what judgment will or won't come. 

Is it better to be trans and in danger? or swaddle yourself in dysphoria like a suit of armor and feel safe? Tae’s armor hangs loose on her body today, a flimsy white button down and a pair of slacks that hold her hips low.

It’s funny- dressing in pretty clothes might feel the same to you. How many omegas have been told that it's their fault for incurring alphas' unwanted attention with what they were wearing? How many women have felt that same shame that Tae might feel?

Is it better to condemn yourself as undesirable, not partake, and accept that you will feel excluded, or is it better to try and give a big fuck you the people who say one skirt is too short or one hem too plunging, especially if it means enjoying your body for what it is.

Fuck safety if it means I can't be me.

Clothes are meant to be an extension of yourself so that people can tell the content of your soul just by looking. Tae's soul is the prettiest shade of blush pink, the pink to end all pinks. Yours is more a feeling softer than any color, pastels with dark pops of color like the dress you hold, fiddling with the hem. And it feels so-

Fuck- dysphoric isn't the word for it, but not wearing what represents your soul hurts. Like it's growing and pushing at your skin fighting to break through the confines of your body and find a more willing host. A butterfly with the wrong color wings.

Both of you are damned if you do and damned if you don't,

So, you might as well have fun with it.

Walking out of the house this morning of your own volition had been hard to say the least but it had felt purposeful when you’d reminded yourself who you were doing it for. You might struggle to be brave for yourself and to want good things for yourself but it will never be difficult to want the same for Tae, to be brave for her.

Your voice whisks Tae away to better worlds, parallel and not. Other lifetimes that she has never been brave enough to believe in. Your body angled to hers, hips falling in a way that Tae has always been jealous of. The way that has men- alpha and not- stare.

“I had a dream the other night- where we had matching dresses.” Your fingers hover and you hum again, a small pretty noise that has Tae's ears straining for more. Sweet like birdsong in the morning and the first bite of a freshly cut watermelon.

“We weren’t doing much just sitting together and painting our nails or maybe just holding hands. I can’t remember exactly, it was honestly more of a feeling dream than anything else. But I woke up all happy- we were both so happy Tae, and I know you’re not always and I just- I want you to be happy all the time.”

Maybe that’s all love is, wanting someone to feel good all the time.

It’s strange to try and talk about your dream, that you'd woken with the taste of lipstick on your tongue and a vague impression of the two of you in your mind. Your dreams aren't often so concrete without being a nightmare but you can still feel the feeling of her skirt against your knees, and a touch that felt suspiciously like lips against your cheek.  

You remember the way that petals had looked on Tae’s skin better than you can picture your own face when you close your eyes. Little flowers like babies' breath and violets and buttercups growing from her collar bones and quince growing from yours to tangle with the climbing rose that sprouted from her red tipped fingers. Fingers that teased daisies into life along your skin, forget-me-nots that grew along her hairline, with pink clover dotted along her spine.

Yoongi had even teased you for smelling so happy when you'd woken. Leaning over you to kiss at your shoulder, waking you up with kisses so gently it might as well not have been him kissing you. Dream and reality so blended together it was hard to tell when the flowers ended and your mate began.

(What are kisses other than the blossoms of love made physical? Kisses and flowers are just the same word in a different language).

You swallow hard, looking at the dress like you’re looking at something else entirely; the promise of a future that both of you so desperately want. Tae once again looks around to make sure that no one watching but the shop is blissfully empty, nothing but a few errant dust bunnies to hold your secrets. There isn’t anyone in your section of the store.

Your eyes are so honest when you look at her, Tae finds it so hard to hide her hope when you look at her like that. “You deserve to be happy Tae. If I deserve pretty things then you do too.”

For the first time, Tae takes a closer look at the dress in your hands.  

She doesn’t know that before Yoongi this kind of dress was something that you were denied often. Geumjae liked you in all black, and if not all black then styles that were more mature and less fanciful. You’d never gotten the opportunity to dress your age; only told to dress older and to act older. 

No cute fluffy skirts or flowing non-form fitting dresses to the knee, no peter pan collars or flower prints. There was no space for things that were cute- only things that would make you sexy or beautiful and desirable.

Funny, the man had been so intent on making you an accessory to be wanted by others, he could hardly be angry that someone else put their sights on you. You can not make someone bait and then be angry that someone tried to take a bite.

This dress has small patterned flowers and a slit up the side, the sleeves puffy and flirtatious in a way that you had never been allowed to be. White fabric and blue flowers so innocent and yet so daring for you.

You once thought that you could never be comfortable in something like this again- something that showed so much skin. But since the other night when you dreamt of Tae, you’ve wanted it again. 

You want a reason to find a home in your body, a reason to stop pretending you were given another one. One that kept the weight off better, one that was long and tall and not short and stubby. For once in your life you just want to be you.

You want to feel pretty on your date on saturday, you want to wear what you want to wear without thinking of anyone but Jimin and Tae. You want to be pretty for them because you want to be pretty for the people that you like, not because it will grant you safety if you please them.

Everyone else has nice clothes, everyone else has uses for their nice clothes; they don't dress to blend in but to stand out. And maybe you never will be able to do that again without feeling like you’re putting yourself under a microscope, but it’s a nice dream. 

You dream if not of a world where you can feel less afraid, then a world where you can at least try to feel more like a person.

Maybe your trip with Hobi the other night has affected you more than you thought It would. We struggle to feel half as human as everyone else, would Hobi have similar platitudes for Tae if he knew about all her gender stuff?

The seclusion of the clothing isles is quiet enough to nurture the collection of your truths. Your expression souring as you speak, “In a few weeks, if I keep eating like this, I’m going to gain weight. Even though I don’t want to- because the others want me to. So if you’re worried about hiding things that are your size, don’t. We can easily say that they’re for me. Jin will probably even be happy that I’m preparing for it.” You say spitefully, like you hate that you’re right. Like you don’t want any of it.

But you still hold the dresses, watching her, waiting for her derision or her approval, waiting for her to join in or walk away.

Tae swallows back her emotions and tries not to cry. Her hands shake when she takes a dress from you. Not the blue one but the green one, Trying not to let her eyes linger on the fabric, the little tied bow at the front. Things that have never been for her, that have never belonged to her except for in the wild confines of her imagination and her moments of weakness.

Tae looks at the dress and aches.

There is a second where you both just stand and stare until Tae’s hands tighten around the hanger before she puts it back on the rack. You swallow and try to tamp down on your sadness, your disappointment not for yourself but for Tae.

But then, she speaks. “Well that one definitely won’t fit your skin tone, lets's find one we can both wear if you really wanna be matching.”

You look over at her, a small smile blooming on your face as she begins to flip through the racks, slower and tentative, and then quicker. She finds one thin gauzy fabric, candy apple colored with a collared top, Flamboyant and bright “What do you think of this one?”

You nod approving, “Red is definitely your color, I think off white and pink would look nice too.”

Tae’s skin hums like champagne bubbles and shivers every time she touches another dress. “It’s settled then.”

The first few ones Tae turns through are more perfunctory, eyes sliding over them, but then her eyes catch on a white one, a soft flowy dress with tiny tiny straps and an even smaller skirt. She looks around for what must be the dozenth time and realizes that no one is staring, no one's looking at her or you.  

You are blissfully alone together, and terrifyingly free. 

She takes it off the rack, hand trembling. “Can you hold it for me?” Tae asks quietly, shyly almost. You take it with a small smile, encouraging as she starts to slice through the racks with more conviction. 

She starts to actually look, fingers skimming different dresses and lips pursing. Tae finds it at the end of the rack, the brocade the lightest shade of blue possible. Blue might not be her color but the cut of the dress is beautiful, cinching at the waist and the way the fabric folds at the top to sit against cleavage that Tae doesn’t have and well-

There are padded bras in the back, if she wanted to she could. Maybe it was enough to want before. But now it’s not when you quickly amass a stack of different things to try on, button-down silks and tiny little chemises dusted with lace at the edges like icicles on the edge of a roof in winter.

You soon find yourselves making your way towards the back of the shop in the direction of the fitting room, hands bogged down with a dozen different dresses and shirts and skirts to try on, a mix of apprehension and excitement building in Tae’s chest.

Tae hopes it will be enough to just be pretty for a day, to simply want these soft things like they are a pupa and she's a goey butterfly, moving slowly so she doesn't risk ripping her wings.

The excitement shrinks slightly at the bored college-aged attendant manning the rooms, an alpha boy who must not be older than 18. He doesn't raise his head when you approach, instead of drawling out a bored "how many?" Tae gets it, minimum wage pays for minimum effort.

She doesn't realize he's wearing a shiny lipgloss until he looks up, sees you, and straightens the glass of his lips winking at Tae. The alpha predictably puffs out his chest trying to posture infront of you until his eyes slide to Tae and he crumples. (Poor freshly presented pup. Tae remembers how that felt, how every omega that came close felt like a potential packmate).

Tae hovers, wanting to ask about the lipgloss, it almost looks like it will pop like bubblegum when he opens his mouth so thick and glossy, stuttering as he looks at you. 

Damn, it's been years since Tae has felt uncomfortable or shy around other queer people. You are not so shy, grinning over the pile in your hands. “Uhm, how much is alot?”

The alpha laughs, a touch too loud and ignores the signs at the front that say "6 items only” The alpha opens two rooms at the front but you linger, making your eyes a little wider, shifting on your feet in the way Tae knows you do before you ask for something.

“Actually, can we have the one on the end? The big one?” the alpha, apparently not unsympathetic or immune to your prettiness basically rushes to the end to let you through. Tae finds himself stepping a little closer to you, fingers pressing against your lower back.

The alpha glances at Tae but averts his eyes when he catches Tae’s stare. Barely offering a mute squeak, his voice cracking, “let me know if you need anything in a different size!”

“How did you do that?” Tae asks when the door closes, hiding her laughter (and also her possessiveness curling up like a cat in her chest. Sharing one fitting room sends such a clear message and Tae can’t help but snicker at the poor pup). 

“What are you talking about? I just asked?” Tae just shakes her head. You're always so terribly pretty, she's not surprised that it got you better treatment. You’re the kind of omega that would have any alpha breaking the rules.

Tae hangs up the few dresses that she’s accrued on a row of hooks, staring at them with trepidation that is slowly melting to giddiness. The dressing rooms are dimly lit with walls covered in pink velvet that cast everything in a rosy glow. You have room to move around in as well as a bench bracketing both corners for your things, Your jacket, and your clothes when you disrobe.

It had been funny and a little cute when you’d asked for one dressing room- but actually changing with you is another thing entirely. 

You unzip Jungkook’s jacket with a schlick and move to lift your shirt over your head and Tae holds up a hand, blocking your form from view as she makes a noise, “Jesus Christ- you-“

Maybe it’s a casual reminder that physical intimacy is something that you’re getting better with (especially when it comes to certain members of the pack) but you and Taehyung have not had that kind of time together yet. You’re so used to changing in front of Yoongi that it honestly didn’t occur to you that she might be uncomfortable.

And yet- she’s blushing, averting her eyes. And she hopes you just think her flush is just the light bouncing off the pink walls but it’s hard to tear her eyes from you. Your bra is a little old, the white lace a little discolored grey- the way that all lacy underthings get when they’ve been worn too often.

The sight of the old lingerie makes an displeased growl build in her chest. she ignores the more alpha part herself that says a pretty pup like you shouldn’t need to wear such old things in favor of looking.

Tae can see more than she’s ever seen of you before, the soft slope of your chest and the darkness that might be a nipple. Before she snatches her gaze away, her pants suddenly a little too tight.

“What?” you honestly sound surprised. Holding your shirt in your hands, shoulders curled in.

“You’re- you just-” Tae lets out an aborted whine, “You’re not seriously gonna get naked in Infront of me, are you? We should- I should give you your privacy.”

“Tae, is it my privacy you’re worried about?” you step closer to her, looking up at her in a way that makes her feel like she’s been placed under a microscope. Because it’s really not;

She’s not worried about seeing you- she’s worried about looking too long. That her eyes will find their home in you. Where did the shy little pup go, why don’t you mind Tae seeing your body so suddenly? It takes real effort for her to keep her eyes on your face, not linger around your narrow waist or your chest.

You take her hand, placing it over her heart. Your skin burns underneath her touch. Warm- the dressing room is hot and makes her mouth all dry. Tae begs her skin not to feel yours, that her fingertips will not impart the memory of touching the spot over your heart and burn its feeling into her mind.

Tae couldn’t look away from you if she tried.

“You aren’t the first alpha to see my body, and I’ve had them love it and praise it and hurt it and I’m not afraid of you doing any of those things. Being nude in front of you isn’t a burden and putting on dresses- it’s not straightforward- it takes a bit to make them sit right. I just thought it would be better if i helped you. Is it okay if I help you?” Tae gulps, nodding, her fingers tickling the peach fuzz on your collar bones.

Tae's hand tingles when you step away, she has to flex it to get the feeling back, before she can sort through her malfunctioning thoughts you throw a dress in her direction.

It hits her dead in the face. 

The light blue silk narrowly avoids the floor by Tae’s hands. “Now put this on! I Wanna see!” you turn your back to Tae as you shimmy off your pants. The mark on your lower back doesn’t escape her stare, she’s known about it for a few weeks and before she can get a good look at it your dress slips over your hips.

You’re stronger than any of us give you credit for.

The first one you've thrown at Tae is a particularly confusing number with straps that crisscross and confuse her. Tae turns her back and steps out of her clothes, the buttons coming off one by one, peeling back her disguise while you fiddle with your own dress, trying to make the lining sit right. Pulling it down when it gets bunched up around your hips and giving Tae some time.

Thank god she wore tighter boxers today, the Calvin Klein ones barely cause any ripples in the fabric. Tae can’t say it feels comfortable, the band from both the dress and them digging into her waist at different levels. Tae doesn’t know how to put the dress on, she struggles for a second to find the hidden zipper until your hand finds it and you unzip it for her. 

“Sorry”

“Don’t be, make sure you latch the top, or it can come undone, this kind of zipper is delicate too- it’ll rip if you pull it too many times.” Tae shimmies it down her hips being extra gentle- unsure of how much stretching the fabric can take.

The soft cotton of your dress pulls taught at your knee as you help her with the straps, the slit revealing inches and inches of skin that Tae is allowed to look at when she turns, her own arms holding tight around her body in a one-person hug. The dress fits you well, if not a little tight around your bust. The cleavage isn’t any less enticing just because she’s touched it already, touched it now.

Tae tries not to stare, how do boobs just- stuff themselves into small places? Tae’s never even touched them before, wants to know. She’s too shy to ask.

It’s pretty on you, and it flatters your body with room for your curves to grow. When you step out into the hallway Tae resists, can’t make her feet move those last few feet, hovering in the fitting room air stolen from her lungs, Tae can’t breathe. Her lungs drowning in despair and hope.

You beckon her with a hand, “Come on, the light outside is better.” Is it the possibility of hating it or loving it too much that makes her so scared? regardless, Tae takes your hand and takes a step out into the light.

Tae makes a small noise as you guide her outside, casting worried glances at your surroundings but no one else is in the fitting room. You’re hidden and just as safe here as you would be in any other place.

She can’t make herself look up as you lead her over to the trio of mirrors the fear mounting with every step. It certainly feels nice, the way that the fabric just barely brushes her knees making her aware of her body with every brush of the seams along her hips. It’s far more comfortable than the stuffy dress pants. Air moves around her ankles, the cold tickling the hairs there.

You step behind Tae, making her stand in the mirror properly. Your chest brushes her back, warm. This dress- Tae’s dress- must plunge in the back because Tae can feel your skin and not just the smooth cotton of your dress. The plush squish of you pressing into her.

Tae can’t look, she really can’t- it's probably better if she just goes back and changes before she even gets a taste of this. Before she starts to truly dream of what she can never have.  Her eyes remain fixed on the pink carpet below and her feet curl into it, she can’t force her chin up to look at herself in the mirror even though she can see all the blue in her peripheries.

Your voice is soft as satin and she trusts it, “Tae, sweetheart Tae- you look so beautiful.”

Your hands settle around her waist, the pressure of your hands on her hips gentle and cool through the fabric. It’s your touch that finally gives her the strength to look up.

Oh,

It’s everything.

It’s everything Tae’s always dreamed of and always wanted, always thought to hide and shy away from. The dress fits her, well- it doesn’t fit perfectly but it’s perfect enough and perfect for her. 

Tae has a waist- and her knees are nobly below the hem of the dress, but- but it’s beautiful. The blue that sits just so, ripples of fabric that cling to her. The straps carve delicate lines up her shoulders like flowering vines lacing up a tree in the direction of the sun.

Tae is beautiful.

Tae is absolutely glowing.

It’s the same feeling as when she looked in the mirror after having the makeup on for the first time only more. Rightness and happiness swirl and spin in her chest like flower petals kicked up in the wind. The way that the fabric falls on her hips, the way that it hugs her curves and makes more out of her spindly body honestly magic.

Wearing this dress feels like coming up for air, the relief and cool breath burning in her lungs so good. 

And well- looking at the chest area might make Tae a little too upset to look for long but Dysphoria and euphoria rage in her chest. She stumbles forward, fingers touching the mirror.

Tae stands back, holding out her hand to cover the picture of her flat chest.

There, perfect.  

Her hair tickles her cheeks, and you watch Tae’s smile grow wider and wider the longer she stares. The joy builds in her body until she’s rocking on her hips, swaying so that the fabric swishes. Her hands skim down her hips lovingly, like she can’t bear to touch it, like she's afraid it might disappear if she does. 

You sway with her still holding her waist and Tae lets out a small wet giggle, happiness bubbling up like champagne on a Sunday morning, “it’s so-“ Her hands touch and touch, trailing up and down the fabric, in love with the feeling. “It’s so me. I’ve never- this is-” it escapes words and articulation, a broken feeling now fixed. 

You lean your face against her bare arm (after trying and failing to go on your tiptoes for her shoulder, still too tiny for that- but it's nothing that heals couldn't fix). You press your mouth and your cheek to her shoulder to hide your smile. Your relived happy sigh.

Okay, maybe pushing was okay.

You like Tae’s happy scent, love it even more now- as it climbs, sweet and musky. Before today you never would have thought Tae smelled uncomfortable but now her scent fluffs out to fill the room, thick and distracting in a way you've never scented it before. You taste cinnamon on the back of your throat, aromatic and floral.

Out of everyone in the pack, Jungkook easily has the strongest scent with Namjoon a close second. With everyone else it depends on the day and how happy they are to decide who smells the strongest. But if this is what Tae smells like when she's happy- fully happy- then she puts them all to shame.

She smells so good, the kind of alpha musk that has you wanting to tilt your neck to the left and show her the unmarked side of you. That makes your mind tingle with safety soft feelings. 

You nuzzle into her arm, Hand sliding up to cup just under her chest and it makes shivers erupt all down Tae’s spine, hair on the back of her neck rising. Now the heat makes sense, dresses are a little cold- Tae hadn’t realized how cold dresses could be.

 “You like this one mommy?”

Tae’s voice is so soft, tight and happy and not at all bothered by your nickname slipping out. Her chest glows with it. “I love it. Can we-“ Tae is a bundle of half fear and half climbing childlike excitement, “Can we try the others?”

After that, You tear through the racks with feverish zeal, hands slicing through chiffon printed with flowers, tule fluffy and silk's soft, endless reams of pastel skirts in champagne, sunshine yellow, dove white, and lilac purple too. 

Tae quickly gains an eye for what won’t work and what will work for her. Yes to fabrics with a little stretch, no for things that might cling a little- even though she loves the satin, the ribbons, the bows, everything cute and fanciful and gorgeous.

Dress after dress, twirl after twirl. Your 'yes' pile grows and grows and grows. Giggles spill into the high ceilings as the dressing room fills with the smell of your and Tae’s happiness like freshly baking cinnamon buns.

There aren't just dresses but skirts too, mid-length ones made out of tulle that look like something out of a ballet. The feeling of tulle hanging on her thighs makes Tae feel like something otherworldly, the beautiful spider lace that crisscrosses, translucent in places but then full in one. And oh- Tae definitely shouldn't wear dark underwear with this, and that means she'll need to get more- and oh.

She's not the only one looking at the lingerie section when you dive out in search of more things to try on. You stand in front of the different racks of lingerie, the colorful sets and ones darker with crisscrossing straps. There are even one delicate with lace and tiny flowers similar but not the same to the one that Tae has at home, that has remained unworn until now.

Huh, maybe Tae should change that.  

You dive back into the dresses without even missing a beat. Tae tries on the light green dress dealing with the coldness issue by pairing it with a strawberry patterned cardigan. Your eyes light up when you see it and you tug on the edge of it. It's a chunky knit, warm and cozy without being loungewear.

Tae already knows what you want without you having to say it. Your wide eyes turned up at her lethal in their pup cuteness. "This is cute, are you gonna get it?"

"Yes" you look like you want to ask something but then Tae smiles."we can share it if you want" you hum in agreement.

Is sharing clothes something that girls do? Tae’s not sure but you smell offaly happy at that. Every time she does something more girl and more right her ribs feel less and less like a cage and more like the perfect trellis for flowers to grow up. 

Maybe it’s only something that girlfriends do, boyfriends and girlfriends share clothes, do girlfriends and girlfriends do the same? Have you dated a girl before? Did you get the chance to before you met your husband? How about a crush? 

Question after question burns through her, keeping her warm through the next set of silk skirts. Tae even finds one that pairs well with a cinched button down that might just might be work appropriate. If Tae was free to wear things like skirts to work, who knows, maybe one day she will be.

You even find a few things that you like, little pianoforte dresses and loose shifts that will let your body grow. Tae instantly yes’s a pair of knit overalls for the cuteness factor alone. Tae glows when you ask her opinion, and you shine when she asks for yours in return, a back and forth as old as time, one woman teaching another.

"The hem on this one is all weird, why does it turn up like that?" "Must be the fabric,"  "God, this one is so itchy." "If you bend over I can definitely see your ass," “isn’t that the point with mini skirts?”

The attendant takes the dresses you try on and deem unnecessary or unflattering with a grim smile each time, a smile that isn’t there when he takes them from Tae, instead a scowl takes it’s place.

She hovers at one point, stumbling over her words, the pile in her arms half forked over and half held. Fighting her shyness and finally blurting, "I like your lip gloss." with pink cheeks. After that he's much more kind. But never are there vapid comments. No snide stares when another person comes to use the fitting room.

They must get people like Tae all the time. Tae can't help but wonder, Are there others? Is the attendant one? is lipgloss the same for him as it is for Tae? 

Eventually- Tae even tries on a pair of heels at the front, thick heals that you say won’t be hard to walk in but Tae finds terribly stilt like. She teeters and almost falls into you with a giggle. You add them to the ‘yes’ pile but Tae takes them and goes to put them back.

She could honestly keep going in this store for hours, high on the feeling that the dresses give her but Tae knows that this won’t be forever. You’re already starting to wane. Not quite as excited each time you go out not that you don’t try and conceal your tiredness.

You keep stumbling into the walls when you try on things like a tired puppy. last time she tried on the pink dress you pressed your face into her back, slurred a little “pretty mommy” that made Tae laugh. Eventually- no matter her energy, you’ll have to put on your clothes and go back home.

Tae doesn't mind doing that for you, not one bit. It doesn't occur to her for a moment to feel disappointed. This day couldn't last forever, but that doesn't mean this can't become a new part of your routine the same way makeup did. You said earlier that you’d do this every week with her if she wanted it, every day too.

Well- maybe not every day, but maybe every other one, she could probably convince you to do that.

She doesn't even realize that she's still wearing the dress when she goes to put back the shoes. Too lost in thought and too happy to realize the sudden thoughtlessness of her actions. Tae is for the first time- unselfconscious about herself and what she wears.

She was so worried about trying on the dresses and now they feel like a second skin.

The cream fabric moves easily with her body as she winds through the aisles. She puts them back in their spot on the shelf making sure the box is closed properly and everything’s in its place. 

Tae casts a glance around the store. This place, this place is so special, if there are spaces like this where people like Tae can be free if only for a few hours then she should take care to look after it well.

Tae’s walking back to you, letting her hips swish and appreciating the way that the fabric feels against her hips when it happens. 

She loves the way the dress moves, the way the puffy skirt bobs and sways with every turn of her body, so she puts more hip into it, staring down and not up at where she’s going.

She hits the clothing rack with a loud clang, narrowly grabbing it before it teeters and topples over. Almost falling over before it rights it’s self with a loud thump, one or two of the dresses sliding off.  

Laughter joins the sound of the metal hangers clinking. Tae’s head shoots up.

There is a group of alphas and omegas, all women except for one young male omega who preens and glances up at the tallest, an alpha from the smell of her a few feet away by the checkout counter. One of their companions’ walks, the stomping comical shoulders hunched.

Their smiles fall when they glance Tae’s way and find her watching, but the damage is already done.

Her cheeks are flaming, and Tae’s skin is crawling from their stares, their derision, and embarrassment. She turns, intent on slinking away and letting it go.

She turns but stops dead in her tracks, because you’re standing in the middle of the isle with a stare that could cleave the world in two.

You’ve seen enough, heard the laughter and saw the way that her shoulders slumped, felt the sudden fading of her scent in your bones. The alpha across the room with her satisfied smirk makes you want to punch something.

You see red. 

You’re not proud of what you do next, but maybe you should be. You are soft by nature and feral by choice. People don’t just lose their fight when they no longer need it. It lurks in your bones, not a monster but not a pet; something half between tamed and untamed.

You stalk over to her, your dress swishing around your knees riding up with every step. It’s the only darker number that you’d tried on today- a deep almost black red that looks devilish after sticking to pastels. But even Tae has to admit that black is sort of your color.

You whip past Tae even though she says your name, She tries to grab your arm but you shake it off, Tae’s eyes subconsciously drift downwards as she watches you walk away. Your hips swaying in a way that would make even the most betrothed alphas' eyes linger.

The anger rolls off of you in waves, and Tae chokes on the scent of rain- but the kind of rainstorm that makes you worry that your house will fall over, that tells of thunder and lightning. Of hurricanes that flood and waters that take.

Their conversation quiets when you near. Anger climbing higher and higher, You jab a finger in Tae’s direction.

“Apologize to her. Now.”

The alpha scoffs, looking once down at you surprised, and then glaring in Tae’s direction the next. A look that clearly says alphas should control their omegas. You barely come up to the alpha's chin, but with the way you hold yourself, you could be mountains tall.

"I'm waiting, or are you too socially constipated to string a few words together?" Tae has never heard you sound like this before, your voice flat. 

You’ve seen alphas like this before- female alphas that think it's their job to act like they own femininity, alphas that think possessing it and giving it takes something away from others and gives them power. You’re so tired of it. You're tired of people like this that think it’s their right to take happiness from others.

"Look, it's not my fault that your alpha’s messing up the place, I swear- men think that they can get away with everything-"

Without thinking about it you lunge for one of their bags, sitting on one of the benches meant for people to try on shoes. You upend it quickly, letting everything inside of it clatter to the floor. A tube of lipstick rolls away and under one of the racks. One of the omegas squawks and quickly bends down, but the alpha stops them with a hand on their arm, eyes narrowing. 

Your smile is satisfied, "There- how's that for a mess?” you toss the bag at their feet with a satisfied smile. “Why don't you clean up your own attitude before you bother with ours."

Tae fights the feeling of being half impressed and half scared of your dramatic flare, and watches as the scent of you hits the alpha and they flinch. They growl, and Tae steps to your side. Hand out, almost ready to put you behind her.

Because even if you’re the one who came to Tae’s defense, there is no way that Tae’s going to let another alpha growl at you- transphobic comments or not.

Her companions share a nervous glance. “What?” the alpha growls, “what did you just say to me?” she bristles but you don’t back down, stepping around Tae’s arm like it’s not even there.

Your voice is little more than a hiss, “Could you not hear me through your last two brain cells dying? Apologize. To. Her. Now preferably before I stop being impatient and start being pissed off. And I promise you- you don’t want to see me angry.”

The alpha splutters, “This isn’t some movie omega- You can’t just act and say something like that to me, so no- I’m not going to apologize for saying that the Tran-”

The slap is echoic in the nearly empty shop, more shocking than your hiss and snarl that accompanies it. 

The alpha blinks down at you, her cheek bright red. One of her seconds immediately tries to come to her rescue but before they can Tae is dragging you back by an arm around your hip, only a lifetime of stopping Jimin from getting into fights to thank for her quick reaction time.

You shake your hand, skin stinging with the memory of the slap.

The same attendant that’s been helping you for a whole afternoon comes running at the sound of the confrontation and the woman at the front finally stops turning through her magazine. The drumming of her manicured nails against the countertop stop too.

The group watches the attendant, looking at his boss at the counter for what to do. The moment of quiet unpunctuated by any action. No one moves, no one breathes. 

“Well!? aren’t you going to throw her out! she just! Assaulted me! Aren’t you going to do anything?!” the alpha cries, clutching her cheek while her companions fuss over her. Your smile is satisfied. 

The attendant looks little more than tired, like people fighting in the store is the last thing he expected to have to deal with this shift.

Tae wouldn’t know the woman at the front desk was a beta unless he had already smelled what Yoongi smelled like and was intimately aware of the cool kind of pressure at his nose. The kind of cold feeling that comes when you smell things like mint with an undercurrent of blackberry that assaults his nostrils and yours, making your shoulders slump.

The beta raises her eyebrows but her eyes don’t leave the magazine. She flips a page not paying obvious attention to your two groups but Taehyung knows better.

 “Oh I heard what you said perfectly, we don’t serve transphobes in my establishment.” Tae watches the betas Addams apple bob as she swallows back a sigh.

“It’s a free country, I can say what I want.”

The beta licks her fingers and turns a page, not looking up at the alpha nor engaging with her vitriol, “freedom of speech only protects you from the law not the consequences of your actions. I reserve the right to do whatever I want in my shop.”

She flicks the last page closed, she must be in her late forties with streaks of grey in her hair. She peers over the edge of her book again, as if she's surprised to find the group still there after letting her words stew for a few seconds.  

“Get lost before I call the cops,” the group turns to leave, the small omega male sniffling, but the woman slams her magazine down on the counter with a loud twack, making them all flinch. “You also might want to take the trinkets out of your bag too- or else I’ll get you for shoplifting too.”

They leave the earrings on the counter and rush out, one of them tosses an insult in your direction as they leave and you start in their direction before Tae catches you around your waist. Hissing "leave it" that you finally obey, a tiny puppy with sharp teeth finally leashed.

(You and Jimin have one thing in common; neither of you mind being a guard pup, especially when it comes to protecting cinnamon soft Tae)

You and Tae navigate back to the changing room in a silent daze, the attendant trailing behind And Tae closes the door softly behind her.

You flex your hand, still bright red and stinging. You struggle with the delicate zipper of your dress for a moment, finally freeing yourself from it after yanking it hard and huffing, wrenching it over your shoulders, your hair all messed up.

“fucking God- I hate people like that- I hate-” You give it a kick, knocking the dress back into the pile of no’s- and Tae can’t stop looking at you, you don’t seem to notice. Trying to put the dress back on the hanger but giving up with a huff. Your hands still shake too much, trembling in anger.

You breathe through your teeth trying to calm down, your anger is maybe disproportionate and maybe appropriate. Tae’s heart is in her throat as she watches you angry enough to hiss on her behalf. Hissing is the ultimate show of aggression from an omega and it’s not easy, your voice is husky, hissed raw like you’d been talking or shouting for hours from just a simple hiss.

“God- I’m still so-“ you seem to realize that Tae hasn’t said anything looking back to where she’s leaning up against the door, palms pressed flat to the velvet walls to hold herself in place. Your face fades from feral to concerned in about 2 seconds flat when you spot her drawn expression. Too pale.

“Tae? What's wrong?” She screws her eyes shut, thinking that if she’s not looking at you it will be easier to ignore the rapid thumping of her heart.

Time and time again when they were children, Jimin always stood up for him, always got angry on his behalf and Tae never understood why. Even you- Tae has seen you flinch when one of them put a cup down too heavily in front of you and yet even though you were shaking like a leaf you still defended her.

And that is everything.

Tae opens her eyes and finds you watching her, maybe it’s the dim lighting that makes her brave or your own bravery that has latched onto Tae. If you can be brave for Tae then she can be brave for you. She can address this tension- the one that you’ve both known is there every time you do things like this, every time Tae bears her pink butterfly soul to you and you hold it.

You- you called Tae ‘her’ 

“Apologize to her.”

The words run laps around her mind, a needle that sows your name onto her heart in the prettiest of pink threads right next to Jimin’s name stitched in red. (Are soulmate bonds only a red string of fate? why not a pink string of fate too?)

Tae has never been called her or she by anyone before. No one has ever looked at her and thought yes- that’s a woman, that’s a girl. But you- you had and she hadn’t even had to say anything to you. You understand Tae in a way that Tae has never been understood, even by the people who have loved her for years.

Tae has always worried this part of her would be too hard to love and you make it look so easy Tae's almost tempted to try and love herself too.

"Every time, every time I think it will be easy you make it difficult."

Your eyebrows knit together, not understanding her words. you take a shaky step forward. "Tae- what are you saying?" suddenly looking less sure on your feet. 

Tae’s voice is rougher and lower than she wants it to be. “Every time. Every time I think I can’t fall in love with you anymore you go and do something like that- and fuck I know this shouldn’t be the point of this- I know we have other things to talk about but- but you’re hot when you're angry.” Tae confesses a low heat burning in her belly, curling and unfurling like a vine to wrap around her being, wanting burning low like coals on a dying fire.

She presses her palms against the velvet lining of the changing room to keep herself tethered, to keep her from going to the other side of the room and doing untold things to you. It’s an awfully small changing room. She can't remember why she thought it was large, not even miles or acres of land would be enough to stop her wanting for you. You barely have to shift to enter her space.

But the confession of how hot she finds you isn’t what hits you, not when you’re standing in your underthings and Tae is standing in her pretty cream dress.

“You love me Tae? You do?”

Her eyelashes flutter like small butterfly kisses against her cheeks, “yes, is that okay?” you step forward a little shaky, but also sure you’ve never been surer of someone than you’ve been of Tae.

You’re two paces back a scant 3 feet between staying as you are and becoming something more if you want it. (Is this how sailor moon feels before she makes her magical girl transformation? just a twirl, kiss, and a magic wand away from becoming some great hero and sparkling and so beautiful?)

You've never been someone's hero before, but you think you could be Tae's if slapping that idiot didn't solidify it.

She makes a noise and it stops you in your tracks. Tae's eyes are the dark eyes of an alpha that wants, her instincts a hair closer to the surface than they were minutes ago.  

“If you take another step closer- I don’t know if I can-” Tae’s voice is straining with desire, the growl that she speaks through a pleased one. Her whole body stiff. 

Your body freezes, trembling like a fawn that has sensed a wolf. And then you take another step towards her and then another. Your feet make no noise on the carpet- then another and another until you are nearly touching, her feet between her feet. Nearly have your chest pressed against hers.

You raise your eyebrow at her as if in taunting

“That sounds like a challenge I’d like to test mommy," You add it for good measure, a hushed word, the one that Tae can feel to her very core, the thing that truly makes her fold-

She can hold herself back no longer. Tae's lips crash upon yours, cacophonies and symphonies and stories are hot at the tip of her tongue as she kisses you. scoops you up and presses you into the velvet wall. 

Fuck- Tae is a good kisser, not gentle but not rough, she must have learned from years and years of practice kissing the pack. her lips tease at hers, Her palms are anything but chaste when she grips your hips hands suddenly hungry to feel your body, to learn the imprints of your waist on her palms and mold them to hold you better. 

It’s all you can do to thread your hands through her short hair and tug her closer, the two of you stumbling back until you hit a different velvet wall with a loud thud. Tae struggling and failing to pick you up and pin you to it, press her body all along hers, your chest squishing pressed hard. 

Your hands slide down her chest, fumbling with the delicate fabric of the dress she’s wearing, tugging the straps over her shoulders unintentionally, the silky fabric under your hands delicious, just feeling and touching her in it the way you've wanted to do since she put it on.

And god- Tae- Tae feels so warm, kissing her is nothing like kissing Yoongi or Jin or any of the other packmates. It’s sweet and hot and her lips are sticky. Tae kisses like sugar burns. Breaths and sighs bubbling close to the surface for you to swallow whole.

You’re so soft under Tae’s fingertips, her fingers that grip under your ass cheeks.

Your moan surprises both of you, echoing in the empty dressing room. It shakes you both out of your stupor and you clamp your palm over your lips. Tae’s shy, she feels dizzy, but she grins, one part abashed at what she’s done and another part relived to look down and find you giggly and smiling. Foreheads pressed together, her long hair tangling with yours longer.

A loud thumping punctuates the changing room door, a fist banging the door, it’s not the attendant but the owner- “hey! Just because I didn’t throw you out doesn’t mean you can fuck in my changing room!”

Your lips separate with a pop, “We’re not! Uhm, doing that- Sorry!” Tae calls, voice straining. The owner is tapping her foot and waiting expectantly when you exit the door with flushed faces and embarrassed grimaces both in your clothes and not in the dresses. But the weight of her glare is nothing with your hand in hers. Tae holds your hand, firmly, but delicately like it’s the most special thing.

In the end, you end up buying a dozen items apiece racking up an impressive tally that you swipe your card at no matter tae's protest. Minnies card remains regretfully unused- though Tae's not sure he could have resisted using it after grimacing at the tally and wincing. 

The older woman doesn’t check you out herself, instead having the youth do it. Casting an impressed glance at you before she takes 15% off your tally.

The many dress bags you carry on your way home crinkle like falling stars, you and Tae are knit close as you file inside the house, food in your stomach from a little sandwich shop that Tae just had to take you too to get some food in your belly and frozen yogurt that was made sweeter with kisses over the small round tables. 

Both of your lips are rubbed raw from kissing in the car, kissing in line at the shop, kissing over plates of kaiser rolls and something called a Tuscany sandwich that was a little too vinegary for your tastes. 

You'd stayed out late, long enough that Jungkook's home from his classes. Tae is half worried that the pack can tell what you’ve been doing when you walk in.  Can they tell when they see the two of you? That she’d pulled you nearly into her lap in the car and kissed you silly? until you’d said That you should stop before things got anymore intense.

Now that Tae's had a taste of you, she's worried she might never get enough.

If the pack alpha knew that Tae had managed to kiss you before him, what would he think and do? Would Namjoon be jealous of Tae? Sweet Namjoonie, with his strong jaw that flexes when he tips his head against the couch, staring at you two upside down when you walk though the door.

Your held hands are made inconvenient only by the sheer number of bags between the two of you. Namjoon eyes them with a low whistle. "Wow, someone had fun today."

But it's genuine, and he smiles up at you breathing in deep the smell of you two greedily. A look over the edge of the couch has you spying jungkook’s head in his lap, his feet in Jin’s. He’s always extra tired after kickboxing, his hair falls over his head wet, his body cleaned of sweat. 

Yoongi and Hobi make dinner, standing just a little too close in the kitchen. Jimin stares at the number of bags appreciatively from his spot sitting on the counter. But squawks when Tae admits they hadn't used his card, bickering between kisses, Tae's mood so bright that even their earlier discomfort can't find breathing room.

She hasn’t felt dysphoric since the comments, even in her boy clothes standing there being kissed by Minnie. Tae has a feeling she’ll keep feeling this good so long as you stand in the room. The physical reminder that Tae is loved, Tae is loved, Tae Tae is loved for who she is.

Her soulmate gives an appreciative sniff at how happy she is, eyes going up and down like he’s surprised that she’s smelling so good as Tae moves to stand between his legs.  But then a second later he scents you on the air and it’s finished, Jimin’s smile is a knowing one. Mischief in his eyes that says ‘we’ll talk about those kisses later.’ Even as he licks into Tae's mouth searching for a hint of you and finding many.

Tae’s not disappointed or worried that Jimin knows about the kisses just by looking; Afterall- there has only ever been one secret that Tae has successfully hidden from Jimin.

After the bags are dropped by the door, to be unpacked and hung up in your room later you mill about in the kitchen, Tae and Minnie huddled close, Jimin sending you thankful looks every minute while you dart next to your mate eager to taste his lips.

Not that Tae's kisses aren't fantastic but kissing Yoongi always feels like coming home. Your mate gives a deep hum in hello, tolerating you wrapping your arms around his waist before he whines that the oil could splash and burn you.

You detangle yourself from him and pout, going to bother Hobi instead though your greeting is less romantic, “What are you making?” Hobi describes what he’s doing, stirring the thick sauce in the pan while Yoongi fiddles with his frying mushrooms for Kookie. Jin’s already got your meal plan written out on a little sticky note, the beginnings of it portioned out on a plate too.

“I uhm- I actually ate with Tae already.” 

Namjoon’s head lifts, so does Jungkook’s, apparently woken to join the land of the living, “what?”

Jin looks at you over the edge of his glasses, “Baby-“ he starts leaning over the back of the couch. Putting them to the side before beckoning you to come close so he can touch and soothe what he assumes is your food-related anxieties.

You go, but before he can start with his usual spiel Tae pipes up, “she did Jin,” Jin’s cheeks are pink with surprise, the slow smile on his face growing with his happiness. He pecks a kiss on your cheek then your lips. You melt a little and Jin’s hands finds a familiar spot on your lower back. His purr appreciative.

“My good babies eating their fill, did you have any luck today? Did you find things you liked?” Jimin may have mentioned your plight to Jin and Namjoon earlier when it was just the five of them, as justification for why you weren't home when they arrived. 

You don't know that you'd nearly sent the pack alpha looking for you- but Jin suspects Yoongi will tease him about it in front of you just to prove a point before the night is over.

Your eyes aren’t on the bags by the door but on Tae. Her hair as it falls over her forehead staring at you from the confines of Minnie’s arms as the other alpha reclines against his soulmates chest.

She gulps. Jin notices your stare at her across the room, and Tae’s cheeks warm.

“Yes, I got everything I wanted.”

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Sweet Jin (Jin x Reader)

(this is a fanfic about Jin and the reader. The reader is ftm. I am writing this because I honestly can not find one fanfic with a trans reader so this ftm reader is pre-t and everything and I try not to use triggering words so I use “chest” and “down there” for that so yeah I hope you guys like it)

The Day We Met

"Come on Y/N!" Tae said as you were getting your coat. "Do I look alright?" you ask. You were so nervous why? It's not like you've never seen the other members before. But like Tae said earlier he wants you to "talk" to Jin Hyung. He always talks about how many things you both have in common. But you kept thinking...

'But do I pass? What will he say when Tae introduces me as a guy? Will he ask questions? Oh please god don't ask too many questions.' you thought to yourself.

You look fine. He's cool. Don't worry so much. And I'll be there I'll stop them if they start asking questions they don't need to be asking. I got your back."

Taehyung was so kind to you. You've known him for a while but you guys were just friends. He has always been so supportive. He didn't understand it when you first came out, but he's been your rock because he is your motivation to finally call the gender therapist. Well you don't have an appointment for another few months but you finally got to that point.

"Don't breathe so heavy. You are in your binder you do remember. Just tell me a joke. I know it always loosens you up when you're nervous," Tae says as you both walk to the studio. But what joke to tell him. You contemplate what joke to tell him for a minute or so and then it comes to you! "Okay so a man walks into a bar with roll of tarmac under his arm and says, 'Pint please, and one for the road.'" You say and start laughing a little. Tae keeps walking trying to figure the joke out. "I don't get it," Tae says confused. You sigh and say, "Come on. He has tarmac under his arm. tarmac is part of the road and he said a pint and one for the road....get it now." Tae just shakes his head and chuckles. "You're such a dork."

You both get to the studio and get in the elevator to go up to the room where everyone was. Your stomach started turning, your thoughts racing. And as you start fidgeting at your zipper of your coat Tae grabs your hand. "It's gonna be okay Y/N. They all already know so much about you. I've never showed them a picture of you or told them. Uh. Ya know that you were trans because I feel it's not my place. Your my dude. My really good friend. So it'll be alright. I'm right here."

You ease up some after those kind words then the elevator stops. And opens up and all eyes are on the both of you. You gulp. "Don't be strangers you guys! This is Y/N!!! Ya know the amazing guy that I've been talking about! He's so funny. Sometimes. Sometimes they're like Jin's jokes but don't just stare." Tae is so enthusiastic about introducing you to the boys. Namjoon is the first to stand up and introduce himself. "Wow. He's even more adorable than you described. Hi Y/N I'm Namjoon or Rap Monster. But you probably already know that. It is so nice of you to come up here to meet us all." He grabs your arm gently and starts showing you around. You look back at Taehyung and he just shrugs. "...so this is Jimin. He is the same age as Taehyung. And that's Jungkook. He is the maknae of the group. Oh that's J-Hope or Hoseok. He is our dance machine. The hyper one if you want to add. And next to him is the opposite. Well as in hyper. That's Suga or Yoongi. He is the mad producer. He's a nerd when it comes to mixing the music up but we need it. And this over here is Jin. He is the mario cart master. And since you like cracking jokes too well Jin loves jokes. I mean we like his jokes a lot but he makes jokes a lot. And he repeats them. But I still appreciate them."

You listened to Namjoon as he walked you around the room in a circle. Took in each name yet you already knew because you've been listening to their music for a while. But meeting all of them. They are a lot more down to earth than you thought.

"Hey Y/N! How come we've never met you until now? Like Taehyung has been talking about you for the past few months. And every time we ask him he brushes it off." Hoseok asks. You hesitate to answer.

"Well-  I-  you see I didn't want to rush to meet his friends because Tae and I don't really hang out that much. And I mean we are just friends. I guess I was nervous meeting all of you. I know it's crazy. Being an army and then becoming friends with Tae was crazy to me at first. And meeting all of you was just something I wasn't something I was ready for. With my anxiety and all. But you guys seem really down to earth and genuinely nice people." They all listen to you and you just stand next to Namjoon feeling so small and out of place until you feel a hand on your back. You jump and turn and it's Tae. You sigh.

"Why don't you tell them that joke you told me on our way up here? I know Namjoon and Jin might get it." You smile at Tae and you proceed to retell the joke you said when you both were on your way to the studio. And then you look around as everyone tries to figure the joke out. Then you hear a burst of laughter coming from Jin. He sounded like windshield wipers when he laughed. And he started saying. "The road haha one for the road! And he had the road! Ahhhhh such a good one haha"

You felt accomplished. Someone other than you laughed at your joke.

And that was the day we met.

The Love

You have been dating Jin for few weeks now. You finally came out to all of the members separately. All of their reactions were kind. And as expected not all of them knew exactly what to think of it. None of them asked too many invasive questions. Some of them were really quiet about it all yet they did care and made sure they didn't comment on it all the time.

You were cooking some sort of food you found on the internet that you thought would be interesting to try.

Jin came up behind you and gave you a hug from the back. He was so tall compared to you but you still loved back hugs. You looked up at him as he leaned down to give you a peck on your lips.

"So what are you making handsome?"

"Just something I found on Pintrest. I thought it looked good and I had the stuff so...."

You go back to cooking and you feel Jin's sweet gaze on you. You get a little tense before asking, "Do you want to help or are you just going to keep staring?"

"What do you need help with?" Jin asks.  You think for a second then you say, "Well you could set the table. Unless you are thinking about eating in the living room again."

After you utter those words Jin starts taking the plates you have in the cupboards. He placed them perfectly on the table grabbing your favorite chopsticks and his personal favorite and placing them in there proper places. "Done!" you say really excitedly.

You both eat the masterpiece you prepared. He eats how he usually did commenting on all of the flavors and the food groans. He is such a noisy eater but you love it so much. He takes in every detail of the food.

"So what movie? It's your turn to pick," you ask Jin.

"It doesn't really matter. You pick. It's your apartment."  So you just grabbed one and put it in. You didn't understand why he was being like that. He usually always wants to pick a movie.

You both sit next to each other and you get really nervous. Jin is just staring at you. Not in a bad way, but he's definitely staring. You just try to focus on the movie. Jin glances at the movie a few times but doesn't stop staring at you. You gulp and feel your hands getting all sweaty. You scoot closer to Jin and now you both are touching. You can hear your heart in your ears. Every beat a little faster than the last.

Jin reached and intertwined his fingers in yours. You lossen up a little. Jin lays his head in the crook of your neck right on your shoulder. He was so warm. Then you felt something wet on your neck. He was kissing your neck. And you could hear your heart again. He bit your neck a little and then blew on it. The cool air made you shiver. Then he went back at making marks on your neck. You were completely still. You were either in shock or just really nervous but either way you sort of liked it.

Jin started breathing hot breath on your ear and he whispered, "Y/N are you okay? I will stop if you want me to."  

"No it's not that. We've just never done anything. And I feel we should talk about it before we do anything," you say with shaky breath. "So lets talk," Jin says as he moves away from your neck.

"Well first you know how I feel about anatomy words. Just say down there and chest if you want to talk about it." you say to him. He listens and then says,  "Okay. But what about when we go further are you gonna top or bottom or are we just gonna have to see?"

"We're probably gonna have to see. I mean if I am a top I have things if you're okay with it." you say to him. "Oh you mean toys. I have a few but that's no problem. I would let you top me any day." Jin says. Jin starts to blush and looks away. "I didn't mean that. Well I did but. Sorry. It's just not something I talk about a lot."

You grab Jin's face and turn it back towards you. You leave a sweet kiss, then you say, "I'd top you any day too. But it is uncomfortable talking about at first but as soon as we know each other's boundaries we can bond. And do other stuff." You wiggle your eyebrows at him. He starts laughing and you both giggle.

You take Jin by the hand and lead him to your room. "This is where the magic is going to happen," you say as you push him on your bed. "Aggressive much?" Jin teases. You just shake your head as you start kissing Jin.

Your tongue starts tracing his lips until he opens his mouth more so you can travel every corner of his mouth. Soft moans escape each of you as your kiss goes on.

You break the kiss to take a breath then start kissing down his neck. Biting in places leaving marks of where you've been. Jin throws his head back in pleasure. Moans escape his lips as you travel farther down his collarbone. Your hands grip the bottom of his shirt and you start taking it off leaving his bare chest out in the open. Your fingers trail up and down this chest touching every inch of skin softly and slowly taking in every detail of his body. Jin gasps with the touch of your finger tips trailing his exposed skin.

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Kim Namjoon x Male Reader (Platonic)

Disclaimer:  *Some of my fanfic will be “??? x Female Reader” others will be “??? x Male Reader.” As I hope to continue to write different scenarios, I will switch up the member x reader pairings.

*None of the gifs are mine.

Scenario:  You defend/save them from problematic or sasaeng fans.

You were washing your hands in the restroom sink when a man ran in and went to a stall and slammed it closed. Not unusual; this was after all a place to attend to urgent matters. What was unusual was that in the mirror you could see that the man had immediately stepped up onto the toilet seat; like he was hiding.

“Dude, is everything okay? Should I be worried?” Thoughts cycling through all the worst possible scenarios from natural disaster, terrorist attack or alien invasion.

“Nah, man.” a deep voice answered. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Security is on their way to get me.”

Not much of an explanation but okay. You grabbed a few towels to dry your hands and opened the bathroom door and saw  a group of about 5 girls/women. 

“Excuse me,” you said, hoping to get past them.

But you heard Girl #1 say, “We should just go in. He has no where else to go and we can get our selfies,” and you stepped back into the doorway. You can’t believe what you are hearing.

“We can’t go into the men’s bathroom,’ Girl #2 argued. 

“Those trans people do it, why can’t we?” the group laughed.

You scoffed, “Are you serious? Setting aside the whole transgender bathroom rights debate. It is very distasteful to use that as a justification for sexual harassment.”

“Sexual Harassment?” Girl #3 asked

“We��re girls …. It’s not sexual harassment.” Girl #4 piped in.

“You are stalking a guy in the bathroom where everyone should have an expectation of privacy. How is that not sexual harassment?”

“How about you mind your business!” Girl # 2 said turning to her friends.

“He knew what he signed up for when he became an idol,” Girl # 1 said.

Immediately your eyes landed on their clothing and saw that it was all BTS merch. Your mind connected all the dots; the deep voice in the bathroom and quick glimpse of a face you caught in the mirror as he’d ran past.

Kim Namjoon was hiding in the bathroom. 

Hopefully the security he said was coming was close.

“So he’s ‘asking for it?’” you said. “The more you talk, the worse you make this sound.”

“No one asked for your opinion or judgement” #1 said. “Just get out of here and leave us alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere until security get here.”

“Security?” #5 said. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “Probably police, too”

“That seems a bit extreme.” # 2 said.

“Well, that’s what happens to sasaengs.”

“We’re not sasaengs!” # 4 and #5 exclaimed while #3 gasped and covered her face.

“You are stalking an idol in a public bathroom. Are you that unaware? You are the definition of sasaengs!”

“I knew this was a bad idea.” #3 said to # 4 and 5. “We just wanted a picture, not for RM to hate us.” 

“You can’t forget that idols are people too.” you said to the three girls.”He’s probably so scared; I’m scared of you guys a bit and you’re not even looking for me.”

“Let’s go,” the friends said to one another. “If he comes out tell him we’re sorry.” The three girls leave together but Girls #1 and 2 don’t budge.

“Well, I’m not leaving until he comes out.” #1 said.

“And I’m not leaving until security gets here.” The two girls try to go past you and you gripped the door frame as hard as you can to block them. 

“Hey!” You heard a shout down the hall and see security guards and police running towards you. The girls ran away the moment they heard them.

You sighed in relief and nearly fell as the door behind you opened. Kim Namjoon grabed you under arms keeping you upright. 

“Thanks,” Namjoon says. “I have no idea what would have happened if they got in.”

“I’m glad I could help,” You stayed a few more minutes as security asked you to identify the 2 ring leaders of the group and learned that they had followed Namjoon before. In thanks, the staff and Namjoon offered you 4 tickets to that night’s concert. When he caught sight of you in the audience he reached over from the stage to high five you.

NAMJOON / JIN / SUGA / J-HOPE / JIMIN / V / JUNGKOOK 

MASTERLIST

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Masterlist

Imagines

Jungkook

Expiration Date

When it comes to you

Same Time, Same Place

Honest

Only Fools Fall For You

Because I Had You

Jimin

A Park Date

First Award Show

A Great Help

Señorita

Enough For You

Hard to Face Reality

Hangover

Taehyung

A day with Kim Taehyung

The Perfect Family

A Lifetime Together

As Long As You Love Me

Angels & Demons 1 / 2

Liar 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12

Taehyung in Paris

Hoseok

Coffee dates with Jung Hoseok

Honeymoon

Fight for you

Love me back

Anyone

I‘m Fine

If You Love Me Let Me Go

Yoongi

Food is always the Answer

It‘s too late

Vanished

Work Colleagues

The Boy Next Door:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

Waking Up With You

Namjoon

Walks with Kim Namjoon

Rain

How I fell for you

Library Love

The Fake Date

Seokjin

Confession 

Still Love You

The King & His Queen

Favorite Song

I‘ve seen you in my dreams

Polaroid

OT7

Taking photos of your boyfriend 

Jungkook 

Taehyung

Jimin

Seokjin

Namjoon

Hoseok

Yoongi

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BTS Reaction to their children being Transgender

Birthday with Bangtan

Request Your Own Imagine

First Kiss

There’s no place I‘d rather be

Do It Again

Shy Lovers

Song Request Game

Talk to Me

Kookie with the Sunflower

The Notes

Yoonmin

The Devil‘s Addict

Taekook

The Beauty and the Beast

Would You Still Love Me The Same

Taehyung/Jungkook x Reader (ongoing)

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