#jungkook x trans male reader

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hot with you | jjk (m)

title: hot with you

pairing: jungkook x trans male!reader

series: cool with you

genre: m , smut , established relationship

summary: months after your top surgery you finally feel more at peace. but now that that issue is out of the way you realize there's one more thing, you would like to have a dick too.

warnings: +18, mentions of a top surgery, use of a strap-on, subby and whiny!jungkook, praise, finger sucking, frotting, handjob, oral (reader receiving) in the forms of face sitting and a blowjob (jungkook sucks the strap 😝), jungkook is naaaaasty, cumplay, facial... technically?, reader's genitalia referred to as p*ssy (like one time), coming untouched, overuse of the petname love because yeah, they are so in love it's disgusting, super self-indulgent i'm sorry.

wordcount: 4.5k

note: hi... this is nasty... i was h*rny and i needed to write it... now i'll go hide. hope u enjoy though !!!

note 2: this is written as a nb person with gender dysphoria !!! i am also aware not everyone's dysphoria works the same way !!! you are valid even if you don't relate to reader's feelings here !!! stay safe and ily !

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you stare into the full length mirror. your reflection stares back at you.

you can’t really decide if you like what you see or if you don’t. the sight is something you’ve never seen before. you look different. good. you look good. in fact, you look exactly how you’ve been wanting to look for a long long time. but it’s different.

the scars on your chest fully healed a couple of months ago and you have been feeling better than ever since then. those scars are not the reason why you keep staring into your reflection in the mirror.

“everything alright, love?” jungkook calls out for you from outside. he has been waiting for you in your room for a while.

“yeah!” you quickly reassure him. “i’ll be there in a minute.”

the reason why you’ve kept jungkook waiting for a while is the harness wrapped around your hips and thighs to hold the way too realistic dildo on top of your crotch.

technically, this wasn’t entirely your idea. it was jungkook’s.

the first time it was brought up was a few months into the relationship. he had casually asked you if you had ever used a strap on with any of your past hook ups, you had been a little shocked by the question but said no, it hadn’t really crossed your mind before. jungkook just hummed, shrugged and kept mixing ingredients for the sauce he was preparing for dinner. the topic never came up again but you thought about it for a couple of weeks until it naturally escaped your mind. you liked your sexual dynamic with jungkook and since jungkook liked topping you didn’t really know what a fake dick on your body would do for the both of you.

now you can kind of understand what it can do for you. you don’t have breasts anymore and now you have a dick that stands proud on your crotch. maybe the sight has been throwing you off because you just like it too much.

because yes, the thought of using one had left your mind back then, maybe because most of your gender dysphoria came from your breasts, but since you didn’t have them anymore you often caught yourself wondering what it would feel like to have a dick.

you blurted it out one random evening.

because jungkook has a nice dick. it’s not insanely big to the point where it's painful to take him, but it is big enough that it’s heavy on your hand when you hold it. it also has the perfect girth for you to wrap your hand around it. it’s also so pink, the color a little bit more intense on the tip, even more when you’ve been teasing him for a little. you like playing with him until he’s so hard that it looks like it hurts. he likes it too.

“i would like to have one too.” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. your hand squeezed a little around the base.

“yeah?” jungkook breathed out. you knew he was looking at you, but you kept looking down at his cock in your hand. “you would look fucking hot.”

you perked up at that and the conversation somehow ended up with jungkook coming in your hand and telling you he was gonna take care of everything.

and now you’re here. and jungkook must be getting impatient in your bedroom. but you can’t stop staring.

“hey,” jungkook speaks again. he sounds closer now, he must’ve walked to the closed bathroom door. “we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

“no, no, i just–” you try to find the words. “i want to do this, it’s just… new. it’s intense.”

“hm, i know.”

“just– go back to the bed, i’ll go there now.” you tell him and you hear him hum in response before you catch the slight creak noise of the bed. “i don’t know why i feel so shy.”

“you don’t have to be shy, love, it’s just me.” jungkook replies. “i’ve seen you naked a million times.”

“yeah, but this is different,” you pout and look down at the dick– at your dick. “i feel more naked than ever.”

“do you want me to get naked too?” jungkook asks you and you can’t help but smile because he always tries to make you feel comfortable.

“no, you don’t have to.” you say and finally open the door and walk out.

your boyfriend is sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on his elbows. his legs are spread and he doesn’t look not one bit ashamed of the tent on his sweatpants. he is so fucking hot.

“holy fuck, love.” he sighs a couple of seconds after checking you out.

“i feel like a piece of meat.” you half complain, half joke and cover your now flushed face with both of your hands.

“hey, don’t hide from me, you look beautiful.” jungkook says, sounding a little more serious now. so you let your hands fall from your face and find he has sat up straight on the bed.

“do you think so?” you ask shyly.

“you know you do, don’t act all humble now.” you snort when he winks at you.

“i feel… weird.”

“weird?” jungkook asks and stretches an arm to offer you his hand. you walk closer to him and blush when you see your dick bouncing a little with each step. jungkook is looking at your face though, a worried expression on his.

“not weird, i just don’t know what to think, i– i don’t–” you try to explain but your head starts to get dizzy when you stand in front of jungkook, right between his spread legs, and your dick is so close to his face.

“can i tell you what i think?” jungkook tells you, his eyes going from yours to your lips, then down to your neck, then your chest to your stomach until it they fall on your dick.

“yeah…” you breath out. your arms hang awkwardly on your sides, you don’t know what to do with your hands.

“i think you are so fucking hot,” jungkook licks his lips as he takes in every detail of your dick. it was his idea to get a realistic one. “you are always hot, but this… fuck, love.” he lets out a breathy chuckle and looks back up at your face.

“you like it that much?” you ask him and he nods. his eyes get so big whenever he looks up at you. he looks adorable, but your cock is so close to his lips, his pouty lips. the image is intoxicating.

one of your hands goes down to hold his jaw, you keep him right there looking up at you and drag your thumb across his lower lip. your other hand goes to your mouth and you do exactly what you’re doing with his lips, you drag your thumb across your lower lip and open your mouth when he opens his. jungkook sucks your thumb into his mouth and you do the same before sliding that hand away from your mouth and down your chest, down your stomach. jungkook follows it with his eyes as his tongue plays with your thumb.

a moan vibrates around your thumb when you wrap your hand around the base of your cock. you don’t even realize you moan at the feeling on your hand until jungkook looks up at you with big eyes.

“love,” he mumbles around your thumb, you slide it out of his mouth and spread his spit over his lips. “can i– can i suck you off?”

if the cock you’re holding was actually attached to your body it would’ve twitched and leaked on your hand.

“yeah,” you nod. “please.”

jungkook’s hands go to rest on the sides of your bare thighs and pulls you just a little bit closer, almost making you trip and fall against him, but jungkook is strong enough to hold you up. he leans closer to you and your hand unconsciously goes to the top of his head, threading your fingers across the soft locks gently. jungkook hums, he likes having his hair played with. then he gives the head of your cock a little lick and you swear you can feel it.

you can’t physically feel it, but something in the back of your brain tells you he’s actually touched you with his tongue. you don’t tear your eyes apart from his mouth on your cock when he starts kissing the tip. he kisses it like he’s making out with it and your hand tugs at his hair unvoluntarily. he moans against your cock at the feeling.

“baby...” you whine when he wraps his lips around your cock and starts to take it inside his mouth. “fuck.”

jungkook hums around it as if it tastes amazing and just takes more of it in. you almost choke on a moan when he starts slowly bobbing his head up and down on it. his eyes stay closed until he suddenly opens them and looks up at you.

“baby.”

you moan again and slide your hand to the back of his head to pull him closer. he ends up gagging and you panic, motioning for him to pull away, but he only sinks down on your cock again to take more.

“just like that, baby…” your legs wobble a little when jungkook slides his hands up to your butt and squeezes your cheeks while he keeps bobbing his head up and down. “so good, you’re doing so fucking good.” you praise as you push his hair back and away from his eyes so he can look at you again.

and fuck, you’re throbbing under your fake cock.

“this feels so good, fuck…” you whine and jungkook finally pulls away from your cock. a string of spit connects the tip with his lips. you’re about to go crazy.

“you taste so good.” he smirks at you as one of his hands starts stroking you, the slide easier thanks to his saliva. he’s made a mess on your cock.

“fuck, jungkook…” you throw your head back for a moment because even if you know he’s just tasting the material of the fake cock that’s the hottest thing you’ve heard. “this is so hot.” you mumble and look back down to him. he’s already too focused on your cock again.

“you’re so big, love,” he says and licks his lips once again. “my boyfriend has such a big cock.”

“kook baby…” you whine as he starts stroking your cock faster.

“want you to cum in my mouth,” jungkook mumbles and your hand unconsciously tugs at his hair again when he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out like he’s waiting for you to give him your cum. “hm… would you like that?” he chuckles breathlessly.

“jungkook– i– fuck,” you moan when he starts swirling his tongue around your tip. “this feels so– so good… i swear i can feel it.”

“you can?” he perks up. his eyes get a bit bigger.

“i don’t know how to explain it… it’s like– when i look at it my brain makes me believe i can feel it,” you explain completely out of breath because jungkook keeps licking at the length of your cock. “you’re doing so good.”

jungkook just smiles up at you and kisses the tip of your cock cutely.

“wanna make you feel good too.” you say and he hums.

“yeah?”

“yeah, please lay down.”

jungkook does as he’s told, laying down comfortably on the bed before you straddle his hips.

“this is so hot.” jungkook places his hands on the sides of your thighs.

“wanna try something.” you move back a little and hover over his body to be able to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. your mouth waters when you see his cock spring free, proudly hard and resting on his stomach.

“what do you want to try–? ah…” he gasps when you take his cock in your hand.

“i love your cock.” you mumble, spreading the precum on his tip all over his length.

“hm... love yours too.” jungkook slightly bucks his hips up to fuck into your hand. he’s so hard and heavy on your hand, you would love to feel the weight on your tongue but you want to try something else first.

you sit comfortably on top of his thighs and align your cock with his, pressing them together and trying your best to wrap your hand around both of them. your hands are too small for the two of you though, so you wrap both of your hands around your cocks and stroke them slowly.

“holy shit,” jungkook moans as he looks down at what you’re doing. “that feels so fucking good, love.”

you can feel him throbbing under your palms and his tip keeps leaking precum so you spread it over both of your cocks to make the slide easier.

“feels good?” you hum, taking a look at his face. he looks fucked out already. his pretty face is flushed and sweaty, his bangs sticking to his forehead. you love seeing him like this.

jungkook can be dominant when he wants to be, but you know him well enough to know that he does better being the one who’s taken care of. and you love taking care of him, you love making him feel good and seeing him fall apart like this.

“don’t stop, please.” he begs, and by the trembling of his thighs under your butt you know he’s trying his best not to fuck into your hands.

you look back down at your cocks and you throb under the harness. “our cocks look good together.”

“if you keep talking like that i’m gonna cum.” jungkook warns you with a breathy chuckle and you smile at him.

“gonna cum on my cock, baby?”

“fuck, y/n…” he lets his head fall back on the pillow for a second before looking back down, like he doesn’t want to miss anything. “let me do it.”

you hum and let go of your cocks to let him wrap his hand around them. he can do it with just one hand, it’s still a tight fit when he tries to close his hand around both of them but you know he likes it tight. he starts jerking you both off just a little bit faster than you were doing but still not fast enough to make him cum.

“baby, you’re drooling.” you manage to let out a fond chuckle when you see the spit on the corners of his parted lips and lean closer to wipe it away with your thumb.

the movement of you leaning closer to him pushes your cock forward and a loud moan escapes jungkook’s mouth. “yes! do that again!” he begs and you look down in confusion. “fuck my hand.”

you obey right away, moving your hips forward slowly and watching your cock sliding against his and into his hand. the friction must feel good for jungkook if the uh uh uh’s mean something so you keep fucking your cock into his hand until he’s whimpering.

“love, i’m gonna– ngghh… i’m gonna cum.” he mumbles so you push his hand away from your cocks and just wrap yours around his, jerking him off fast and tight. you want him to cum. the sight of jungkook reaching to wrap his hand around your cock and jerking you off at the same pace makes you moan with him.

“yes baby,” you hum as you start to fuck into his closed fist. jungkook lets out another loud moan when he sees you. “be a good boy and cum for me.”

when jungkook cums he moans louder than you’ve ever heard him moan. you panic just for a second that you will get a noise complaint tomorrow but your worries slowly fade away in the back of your mind as you watch jungkook spilling ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest.

“fuck…” jungkook sighs once he’s stopped coming. you can tell he’s spent by the amount of cum on his torso. “that was so good.”

“yeah, i can see,” you cup his face with one hand and lean down to give him a kiss that he lazily returns. “look at what you did,” you hum and look down at the mess on his torso, he looks down too. “messy boy.” you chuckle, leaving a kiss on his cheek before sliding your hand down to his chest. you get a bit of his cum on your fingers and bring it to your mouth.

“love,” he looks at you with hooded eyes as you moan around your fingers. “you’re gonna get me hard again.”

you sit up straight again and press your cock to his softening one laying on his stomach. “would that be so bad?” you hum and get some more of his cum there to spread it over your own. his cock visibly twitches but you ignore it, you just pick up more of his cum and coat your cock with it, looking at it in awe.

“shit…” jungkook curses under his breath.

“i like this,” you mumble. “i wish i could cum like you. i would feed it all to you,” you say as you pick up the last drops of his cum to pour it on your cock before you start stroking it. you can hear jungkook moan at the sight but you keep looking down at your cock, too hypnotized with how it looks. “you would take it, right?”

“yes.” jungkook breathes out instantly.

“of course you would,” you smile to yourself as you watch your fist swallow your slick cock. “my good boy would take it all in.”

“all of it,” jungkook says and gets a hold of your hips again. “fuck into your fist, love.” he says as he moves your hips forward.

you bite your lip in concentration as you stop moving your fist and start to move your hips instead, watching your cock fuck into your fist. jungkook’s cum is getting a little dry around your cock so you spit on it to make the slide easier, not missing jungkook’s groan.

“is this how you would like me to fuck your mouth?” you ask jungkook and finally look up at his face. he looks even more fucked out than before. “you want me to fuck your mouth until i’m coming down your throat, baby?” you keep fucking into your fist, slow but steady.

“yes!” jungkook nods anxiously, his messy long hair beautifully splayed on the pillow around him like a halo. he’s so pretty.

“hm?” you run your tongue across your lower lip as you lean down to hover over him again, one hand next to jungkook’s head supporting your body. “i think i would like to cum on your face though.” you tilt your head as you look down at him, taking in every single detail of his face, wondering how he would look with your cum all over it.

“please…”

"you want it?” you hum as you stroke your cock faster.

“yes! yes, please, i want your cum.” jungkook whines and only then you notice the slight creaking sound of the bed and the sight of his bicep flexing. you are pleasantly surprised when you look down and find him stroking his hard cock. he got hard again just watching you.

“are you insatiable or what?” you tease him, a little bit condescending.

“you’re so hot,” he mumbles. “wanna make you cum.”

“yeah?”

“mhm… all over my face.” jungkook hums. you can see a drop of sweat down his temple.

“baby,” you sit up again because your arm is about to give out. “i’m so wet, fuck… you don’t– you don’t understand, i need to cum.” you look down at your cock and whine desperately because no matter how hard or fast you stroke yourself you can’t cum.

“come sit on my face.” jungkook taps the side of your thigh.

you don’t even think twice before starting to clumsily take the harness off your body. you don’t even have time to be embarrassed about the mess you made right on the harness before tossing it away, throwing it somewhere across the room.

“come here,” jungkook tugs at your hips to make you move forward. “please, want to make you cum.”

you crawl on top of him until you’re on your knees on top of his face and he doesn’t really give you any time to prepare before he’s using all his strength to pull you down on his face with both hands.

“fuck!” you scream when he starts eating you out like a starved man. “jungkook… fuck…” your thighs tremble with your weight and you bring one hand to jungkook’s hair, tugging at it a little.

“so wet for me,” jungkook mumbles when he pulls away for a moment. “you’re fucking dripping on my face.” he chuckles and dives in again, lapping at your entrance as he rubs his nose against your clit.

“oh my– ah, fuck…”

jungkook smacks one of your asscheeks with his hand, pulling another loud moan out of your mouth. you start grinding against his face, throwing your head back while jungkook hums like you taste deliciously. his hands on your ass push you to grind harder against his face and it feels so good you have to support yourself with both hands on the headboard of the bed not to collapse.

“baby… jungkook, baby… i’m so close…” you whimper and look down to find jungkook already looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. “you’re doing so good, gonna make me cum,” you bring one of your hands back down to his hair, pushing a couple of strands away from his eyes. “want that? want me to cum on your face?”

jungkook’s eyes roll back and you can both hear and feel a muffled response against your entrance. he nods, the movement makes the tip of his nose rub against your clit again.

“gonna cum… gonna make a mess on your face.” you tug at his hair and the moan he lets out gives you the vibration you needed to finally come undone.

your whole body twitches with your orgasm and you hold on tight to the headboard not to fall down, even if jungkook’s hold on you is enough to keep you up. you ride your orgasm grinding against his mouth but jungkook just dives in further, using all of his strength to make you grind all over his face.

“jungkook!” you whine and twitch in oversensitivity as he nuzzles against your pussy like he’s desperate for it.

the sight is so nasty. jungkook’s face is a glistening mess with your orgasm all over it but he looks drunk on it. he only stops nuzzling against you when you tug at his hair a little too hard and beg him to stop because you’re too sensitive. he pulls away with a choked moan and a shiver.

your eyes widen in realization. as you take a look back over your shoulder you see the mess he’s made on his stomach. again. he came completely untouched.

“jungkook?” you get up on your knees, supporting your body with your hands on the headboard to look down at him.

“sorry… fuck… i don’t know what came over me.” jungkook mumbles as he tries to catch his breath. his face is all wet and he looks like he’s having the time of his life. he honestly looks drunk.

“you are so nasty,” you manage to chuckle and he only smirks, his eyes still closed as he pants. “we should go take a shower.”

you step back on your knees until you’re straddling his lap to lean down and kiss him. you taste yourself on his lips, jungkook just lets himself be kissed and you pull away with a giggle.

“you’re really exhausted, huh?” you tease.

“i am,” jungkook pouts cutely like his face is not covered in your arousal. “i don’t want to get up.”

“i’ll help you.” you finally get up from the bed and offer him a hand that he lazily accepts. you pull from him and easily get him to get up. the last few months working out with him are paying off.

“hey," he says once you two enter the shower. "did you like it?"

"yeah," you smile and nod, he smiles too. "i liked it a lot, thank you for doing this with me."

"thank you for trusting me." jungkook responds and you kiss him.

you wash each other's hair and share a ridiculous amount of kisses before walking out of the shower. you then grab some comfortable clothes and go make something for dinner. jungkook doesn’t leave your side, backhugging you while you walk around the kitchen and saying “i’m here to give you kisses” when you call him out for not helping you with dinner. you laugh and reach behind with your hand to slap his ass playfully.

“i want you to fuck me next time.”

you choke on a piece of meat when you hear jungkook blurt those words out like nothing during dinner.

“what?" you cough and reach for your glass of water to drink a little and ease your throat from the coughing. he looks at you with an amused smile.

because you’ve talked about this before. a couple of months after you started seeing each other he told you he had bottomed before and that it wasn’t really his thing. he liked topping, period. and you liked him topping. so the thought of him bottoming had never really crossed your mind.

until now.

you think back to how nice he looked panting under you when you stroked your cocks together, how much he looks to be taken care of. it wouldn’t be so bad to top him.

“i don’t know… we could try it out, if you want to.” jungkook shrugs and keeps eating.

“but i thought bottoming wasn’t your thing.” you say quietly.

“to be honest, i didn’t have good partners when i did it.”

something in your stomach twists. “oh, jungkook–”

“no, don’t worry, it’s not like that,” jungkook quickly cuts you off. “i just… i guess they didn’t know how to make me feel good, but you always make me feel good.” he gives you a blinding smile that you can’t help but return.

“i’ll make you feel good.” you nod and he giggles before diving back into the food.

you finish dinner and decide to have a couple of wine glasses since neither of you work tomorrow. you then throw a giggly and tipsy jungkook over your shoulder and carry him to bed. he mumbles something about you being so hot and then falls asleep curled up against your side.

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed this :) i will try to continue this story because i hold it really close to my heart and i love them both a lot <3 thank u for reading

[xiaojunsdiary]

introduction !!

my name is jack!!

18 (minors DNI w/ posts labeled NSFW)

i go by he/they

i’ll post male or they/them reader x idol fanfics

i’ll take requests too!!

i am trans (ftm)

i’m black <3

my ults: jungkook, san, felix, mark lee, taehyun, hoshi, jiung, and matthew)

things i’ll write:

• fluff

• slight angst

• smut (not full on yet because i need more practice but in the future ofc!)

i’ll pretty much write anything as long as it’s in my ability. and as long as it’s legal!! please be patient tho as i’m still a student and have depressive episodes sometimes so </3

i’m sorry i don’t write for female readers for pretty much one reason: we lack stories for gender nonconforming or male readers.

feel free to ask any questions!! please share this post if you want too.

[tipsydipsydo]

jimin and jungkookie~ truth: when i’m not around, do you help each other out to the thought of me? dare: can i ride your thighs? 🥺💚

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! ♡

*both mens gulp visibly and looking at you in a kinda sheepish way, they can't deny that they can't let the fingers from each other... well, especially when you're not around! So when the moment came that their precious boy is busy or they are busy themself, they need to help each other out. Not to mention all those times when they're on world Tour!*

"Well... how are we supposed to answer this question... but yes. When we both are together and you are not around... I can't deny it that we get kinda touchy or grabby and maybe have a heavy make out session... h-honestly I love to exchange messy but passionate kisses with Jungkook while I grind down on him, teasing him until he's begging me to let him fuck me. God, f-fuck... I shouldn't think about it, I'd get all hard again!" (Jimin)

"Oh my God, Baby Boy... you can't imagine how noisy Hyung is when I fuck him hard... It's really hot and sexy but should I tell you what's even hotter to fill your Daddy up with a big cock? To muffle his loud mouth either with two fingers he's supposed to suck on or to stuff a ballgag between his plush lips~ Hm, pretty Boy? Wanna see how gorgeous your Daddy is all fucked out? What do you think, Jiminie... we should give our prince a nice show soon, hm?" (Jungkook)

*A longing sigh and a deep growl falls from Jimin's and Jungkook's lips. Both Boys exchange a long and thoughtful look, it seems like they're thinking about how you'll be able to get pleasure from each pair of thighs. After a moment your mens are wearing a smug, almost devilish smile on their faces.*

"Hmm, we got an Idea, Darling. You can decide between edging and overstimulation. Either you'll ride one of our thighs until you are just about to reach your high, then we will push you away and you have to calm down a bit before you're jumping in the other thigh. Or you'll always reach your orgasm but you have to ride our thighs as long we desire. We won't care about your desperate whines to let you cum or to stop." (Jungkook)

"We want your cute bundle of nerves all red and swollen, so I can place my Lips all nicely around your engorged pearl while Jungkook plunges his tattooed fingers deep into you. Curling them up to reach your sweet spot. We want our sweet Baby Boy gushing his cum all over us, wanna make him scream while all boys are watching us~ Oh Baby, do you like that? I know how you always press your thighs together when you're aroused..." (Jimin)

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

Hewwo may i pls request bts with a femboy (and idol) boyfriend? If you dont know what a femboy is, its a man who looks feminine and usually wears feminine clothing/crossdresses. I get a lot of hate for liking the fashion i wear so seeing you write this would make my week! Thank you so much! No pressure though, its okay if this makes you uncomfortable :^)

I'm sorry others don't like what you dress like; if girls can wear guys’ clothes, why cany guys wear girl clothes? It really annoys the hell out of me that for male people, wearing feminine clothes makes them targets for hate or fetishizing. How about we all just not give a shit about what people are wearing and give a shit about peoples personalities? I'll find out if I hate someone by their personality. Not by what they wear. 

I'll get off my soapbox now.

But anyways, I plan to do quite a bit of writing tonight. I still need to do some school work though. But I'm watching Saw, one of my favorite movie series. I hope you like it anyways anon : )

Seokjin

He would be a little surprised when (y/n) came out of their shared bedroom in fishnet stockings. Seokjin would think he looked good and felt confident in looking like the most attractive couple. Seokjin’s group had dressed in feminine clothing before and saw that his boyfriend just liked them more or just as equal to men's clothing. Unfortainitly, the rest of the world did not. (Y/n) was often made fun of his clothing. Whenever this did happen, Seokjin would just get up and leave. Not wanting to hear how the other person thought of his beloved boyfriend.

Namjoon

Namjoon arrived at the restaurant, His boyfriend had asked him to meet him there. He ordered a glass of water to sip on until (y/n) arrived. The place seemed a little cramped but that left his mind when a person started talking on the speakers, Namjoon hadn't noticed them until now. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else, welcome to tonight's drag show.” Namjoon had hear of the term ‘drag show’. He personaly loved them, as it took talent and commitment to do everything. His boyfriend still had not arrived but he was catching on to what was going on. After the first few queens performed, Namjoon saw a very familiar face. It was (y/n) in a dress, high heels, and makeup. Namjoon saw how happy doing shows made him, and he was nothing but supportive. He was the loudest when supporting you in the crowd and didn't give a damn about what anybody else thought.

Yoongi

Yoongi had always thought “Who cares if we’re both happy”. That didn't change with (y/n), he didn't care if (y/n) wore makeup or wore women's clothing. He would love his boyfriend, no matter what he wore or what was in his pants. When he saw the happy look on his boyfriends face from wearing what he wanted to wear, he would be just as happy. Whenever or if ever, somebody told (y/n) to wear something for “men”. God would wish mercy on that person because nobody messes with Yoongi’s boyfriend.

Hoseok

Hoseok would be a supportive boyfriend no matter what; when he heard that people were bullying you. He would talk on V live to his fans and his boyfriends' fans. “Can't you see that we are happy together and (y/n) is happy wearing what he is wearing? I fell in love with him because of his personality, not for what he wears.” Hoseok would wear some of his boyfriends' stuff too. Like some large sleep clothes, he would comment about how soft and how he can see why (y/n) likes them. Fans would start to notice what items of clothing you would share now too.

Jimin

Jimin would be giggly seeing how well his boyfriend looked. Jimin would think (y/n) was attractive no matter what he wore. (Y/n) had always wanted to see Jimin in women's shorts or even a skirt. Jimin had no complaints and actually liked it. Jimin was feeling much more secure in himself and his body and the shorts made him feel confident. The worse would come when people made fun of you guys. (y/n) and Jimin would be laying in bed trying to make the other feel better, maybe just cuddling and supporting each other.

Im watching saw 2 and the needle part just came up. excuse me while I invert into myself 

Taehyung

Taehyung would love it so much, he got to style and see how both styles looked and felt. When (y/n) was having a bad week, they would go shopping together and look at all sections of the store. It was like a whole new world was shown to him when (y/n) would talk to him about it. He would absolutely hate it when people would criticize (y/n) for what he wore. Taehyung would wear a dress and makeup, even more than what his boyfriend was wearing, to get more attention on him and not his boyfriend.

Jungkook

Curious bunny is curious. It was like a hidden gem. Jungkook had tried his hand at doing his own makeup but wanted to do more. So when (y/n) told him, Jungkook wanted to learn to do it with him. He liked that even though you were an idol, that didn't stop you from wearing what you wanted to wear. He didn't want to wear some of the things himself, but would support you in wearing it. Jungkook still wanted to learn how to do some of the makeup techniques on himself.

[bangtan-bazzinga]

BTS React To Their S/O Being The Child Of Tony Stark

For @fandom-trapped-03

Sorry this has been a long time coming, love.

Namjoon

"Woah! Really? Holy- That guy is a genius! It explains where you got your intelligence from. Your sarcasm too."

"Hello, Mr Stark, sir. It's wonderful to finally meet you."

"I love my partner very much. It's clear that you are a wonderful father."

Seokjin

"Oh damn, really? He's really smart right? Now I know where you get it from."

"Hello Mr Stark, nice to meet you. I know, you must be starstruck by me, but I have to say, the pleasure is mine."

"I can see where my baby got the good looks from."

Yoongi

"Yeah, baby, I know. Not many have the surname "Stark"."

"It's an honour to meet you, Mr Stark."

"Yes, I love my partner very much. Your child is in safe hands, sir, don't you worry."

Hoseok

"THE Tony Stark? Woah~ That's so cool!" (he does that little head turn that he does when he's impressed)

"What an pleasure to finally meet the man behind the love of my life. It's an honour to meet you sir."

"I do apologise from taking your child away from you, but I'm a man in love, Mr Stark."

Jimin

"Tony Stark? Ah, that explains where you got your looks and smarts from."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Tony."

"My baby talks about you a lot and I can see why."

Taehyung

"Wow~! That man is such an inspiration."

"Hello, sir, it's wonderful to meet you."

"I can assure you, Mr Stark, I would do anything for my partner, fear not."

Jeongguk

"Oh my- Tony Stark? Wow~! I can't believe that."

"It's amazing to finally meet you, Mr Stark."

"I'm sure you and I are going to get along. I may have something to ask your permission for."

[spacedadsammy]

Please Stay With Me (Masterlist)

Please Stay With Me is a fic i post daily updates on everyday. It is BTS Min Yoongi x Carter, a ftm trans boy. I hope you enjoy

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 🥀=Angst/Dark

🌶=Smut/NSFW

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"That Horrible, Wonderful Feeling" (Namjoon x Male Y/N)

Chapter 1: Ideal Woman 🥀🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥

Chapter 2: New is Scary 🌸🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥

"Heat, Rubber and Hope" (J-hope x Male Y/N)

Chapter 1: Winners and Losers ❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈

BTS Oneshots

OT7:

Sick in Bed (Hyung Line) 🌸💭⚧

Sick in Bed (Maknae Line) 🌸💭⚧

Clothing has No Gender 🌸💭🏳️‍⚧️

RM:

Halloween Treat 🌶🏳️‍🌈

Stuck In🌶🏳️‍🌈🌸

Jin:

Proper Punishment 🌶🏳️‍🌈

Curtain Call🌸⚧

Christmas Came Early🌶🏳️‍🌈

Suga:

Just a Taste?🌶🏳️‍🌈

J-hope:

The Feeling's Mutual🌶🏳️‍🌈

Jimin:

No Filter🌶🏳️‍🌈 🥀

Voice Messages🌶🏳️‍🌈

V:

New Year's Kiss🌶🏳️‍🌈

Jungkook:

A Hefty Resolution🌶⚧

Stray Kids Oneshots

OT8:

Y/N Coming Out (Hyung Line) 🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈💭

Y/N Coming Out (Maknae Line) 🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈💭

Y/N Coming Out as Trans🌸💭🏳️‍⚧️

Bang Chan:

Bulking Up, Eh?🌸❤️‍🔥🏳️‍🌈

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Cuddles and Muscles🌸🏳️‍🌈

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.18)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Tae’s rut hits and hits hard, luckily the pack is there to soften it’s blow.

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

Tags:  Rut sex, knotting, possessive behavior, protective behavior, alpha/alpha content, m/m sexual content, cum marking, Dom/Sub undertones, implied extreme penetration, male omegas can give birth in this au, inflation kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, hand jobs, oral sex (male reciving) group sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink, voyeurism, trans! Taehyung, dysphoria, hallucinations, mentions of anorexia, blood, knives, implied murder. 

W/c: 15.2k

A/n: Here it is! the first of many smut chapters lol, please be mindful of the tags!  here is my policy on minors interacting with my nsfw content, please check it out if you feel it applies to you!

Previous part ~ Masterlist 

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18, Proceed at your own discretion. 

Tae’s rut is a brief and yet horrible fair, but the worst part is that no one’s prepared for it. 

There is no time to talk things through, no time to make sure boundaries lie intact, this is the first rut that Yoongi’s shared with the pack since he came back- hell- he hasn’t even had sex with anyone yet. 

And though Tae knows that sex with you is off the table, he knows and knows and believes this when he looks at your worried drawn face. There are still wants lingering, a kind of singular focus that Tae has on you. Ruts and heats are meant to help draw members together- and this- this would be perfect under other circumstances. 

Her alpha whispers in her ear that this isn’t just a rut without reason. Tae’s alpha is an entity both absent and full of turmoil. Placid calm and a near-feral wanting that hover just below the surface. 

Is it weird that Tae’s always thought of her alpha as genderless? Probably. 

Emergency rut leave is pretty standard as far as workplace accommodations go- they all send emails, make phone calls, and send texts. 

Jungkook's boss is only a tiny bit annoyed that she'll lose her right-hand man for the next 4 days after not having him for two. Namjoon has to cancel his surgery for the following morning but there's no way any of them would be able to leave Tae during a rut, no way any of them can leave the house period until after it's over. The night is tense, preparations made, both Jin and Jungkook are on contraceptives but they take an extra rut dose just in case. 

Jimin has been acting a little weird since the whole growl thing. Sometimes- when Tae watches his soulmate out of the corner of his eye he’s is convinced that Jimin's fine. And then the other half of the time his mind is rushing with not right- theres something not right with him- not right at all. 

A special Something that settles like a bad taste in Jimin's jaw or tenseness in his eyebrows when he looks at Tae- hovers close because he always hovers close. A doe-eyed listlessness and a hidden sense of betrayal that tae's sensitive nose can sniff out right now, his senses and sensitivities turned up on high. 

But every time Jimin touches him (soft, slightly possessive grabs, a hand slung around his waist, Jimin's own alpha compensating for the up and down nature of tae's pre-rut) the feeling of rightness settles, And Tae's sure it was just his stomach turning or his ever-climbing hormones. 

Tae remembers the first time they ever spent their ruts together, each of them syncing up shortly after they moved in together and started cohabitating, the rut sync a product of living in such close quarters. They’d nearly destroyed their entire tiny apartment, their freshly purchased and cheap bedframe broken to pieces. Chasing each other back and forth hunting each other. Each of them fighting for the privilege of knotting the other and winning, always winning no matter who took whose knot.

Sharing ruts and enduring them with the pack has always been a beautiful affair, it is fun after all, the special glances and secret boiling need. Tae knows that the next few days will be good; that he’ll spend his hours sweating and knotting whoever feels like taking one and the other hours bartering kisses for bites of food and orgasms for hours of sleep.  

It will feel safe with everyone piled into the nest and confined to it for the sake of Tae’s instincts. It’s already the perfect nest, Tae’s instincts sing when Jin leads him to it, invites him to lie in it. Tae sleeps in Jin’s nest every night but even in pre-rut part of him wants to preen and puff his chest out at winning the privilege of getting to spend his rut in such a perfect nest. The omegas are so good for the alphas, created a space so soft that smells so good. 

Perfect for pups.

For the first hour or so of pre-rut everything is fantastic. But then in the next, the dysphoria rages. Tae hasn’t ever felt dysphoric during a rut before but granted Her dysphoria hasn’t ever really been this bad before either. 

One moment she’s fine and then next he’s choking on the scent of love, on the smell of old books, Jimin Jimin Jimin her instincts sing.

Minnie, how are you so pretty? not pretty like girls are pretty, in the way that I want to be pretty- but pretty like boys. The pretty alpha doesn’t know that Tae’s burning and freezing at the same time, suffocating and high off oxygen. The pretty alpha at the foot of the bed sets his perfect hand on Tae’s chin to wipe away the bitter drool and Tae repays him by sinking her teeth into his palms.

Just because she thinks he's cute, no other reason.  

“Bad puppy” Jimin croons, wincing only slightly. Tae knows that he doesn’t mind the pain. Tae’s nibble doesn’t make Jimin flinch at all, only makes him stick his perfect chubby fingers onto his tongue and push like he's testing how good Tae can be for him the confines of his warm and wet mouth. But Jimin won’t get to enjoy it tonight, No- tonight is all about tae and Tae’s pleasure alone. 

Jimin’s almost shaking with how excited he is, Tae doesn’t often let himself be open and vulnerable to the point where he’ll indulge in Jimin’s pillow princess kink (Jungkook on the other hand is another story.) But tonight, Jimin will have Tae on his tongue and not much else. 

“Don’t you know not to play with your food?” Jimin is all wide pupils and delighted smirks. He loves ruts with Tae- has loved them since the very first one. 

Tae isn’t sure why she’s feeling all sentimental over this, one moment she wants to eat Minnie and the next she feels like she wants to sob into his shoulder. Why do you feel so far? When you’re right next to me? maybe she would if it was just them. 

But they aren’t the only two people in the nest, the rest of the pack hovers around making preparations. Jungkook re-fluffs the nest and removes some of the treasured items that he doesn’t want to ruin before he’s whisked away into the bathroom for a last-minute shower by Namjoon, Jin deposited gently in his place. 

Jin’s a sensible nest maker whereas Jungkook’s a little wild. He lays a few towels around the base, on the pillows too. The rough material makes the oldest omega crinkle his nose but Tae wants to say that the nest is perfect even with it. But instead of words, a growl erupts from his throat, making the pack omega cock his head at the younger. 

“Oh, sweetheart” Jin croons, opening his arms up for Tae to flop near, though he feels lumpy and uncoordinated. More instinct and wolf than human. 

On any normal day the pet names just don’t do it for Tae (it’s just not the way he accepts affection, not really- something about the way they say them just a little off.) But in rut Tae absolutely loves being called anything the speaks to the fondness the pack has for him. See- I’m a good alpha aren’t I, if you’re calling me good, I must be worth nesting and protecting and 

Pups, his head is dizzy with the thought of pups. Tae doesn’t have a breeding kink outside of rut head spaces, doesn’t have kinks period much to his pack-mates dismay. 

Though there are more than enough kinky members of the pack to go around, with only 2 truly submissive members and nearly 4 dominant ones. Enough that Tae’s love of vanilla sex is often a respite. 

Tae has always been happy to watch and not participate. And then give a sex version of a warm hug when they needed a cool down. that’s what they told him it felt like all those years ago before he learned not to be upset or insecure that he just…didn’t want those things the way the others did.

But that all goes out the window in a rut.

A throaty growly voice in Tae’s head says that they wouldn’t make a nest if they weren’t ready. An ache in his chest and his mouth that says to bite and claim. But there isn’t enough his mouth can do- he has to claim them further and in a more thorough way. Pump them full with his cum and hope it takes. Hope that he knocks them up so that everyone in the world will know what Tae did to them, that they’re /his/.

The omegas smell so sweet, Jungkook’s honey is so thick that Tae feels like he just tried to eat out a beehive, and Jin- Jin already smells milky. He’d be so good with pups- so impossibly good that Tae can’t take his mind off of it, especially with the omega's stretched out in the nest. 

His shirts rucked up a little to show his flat stomach, it’s heartbreaking really- for such a perfect omega to lie unbred. The alphas too are all wrong, they don’t smell nearly enough like each other like a united front. How would anyone know that Minnie had someone to protect him smelling like that- they smell all lonely- Hobi too.

Though the smell of cinnamon fills the nest room so thick that it’s hard to breathe, Tae can’t really smell himself, only the others can. The waves of sweet cinnamon and nutmeg waft and fill the room. Dousing everyone in a smell like Halloween and thanksgiving. More pungent than a fucking Yankee candle with some stupid name like ‘harvest’ or some shit. 

And then the feral edge, the nest isn’t perfect, it’s far from perfect far too empty. “Please” he begs. He isn't at the horny- need-to-fuck-everything-that-moves- parts of the rut yet, just the stage where he feels like something terrible might happen to every member of the pack if he doesn’t get them safe and in his arms this instant. A threat hidden in the shadows, Tae’s will bends under the weight of the instincts. 

All members of the pack, including you and Yoongi. He can hear you and he can smell you too- Tae lifts his heavy head from where he’s pillowed against Jin’s stomach and whines

The voices stop, and then you’re standing in the doorway. Oh- your shorts are so cute, purple and dotted with polka dots and a white t-shirt just like Yoongi. You both smell absolutely divine. How do the others not notice? 

Your smells might as well be one, You both smell like coco and cakey goodness though if he had to put a name to it Yoongi’s is more Malo mars and whoopie pies and yours is more coffee cake or chocolate frosting. Each of your original scents is more dominant than the hints of the other you’ve gotten from your mating mark. 

Tae is drooling again and Jimin helps him, wipes it off with a thankful look in Yoongi’s direction. Tae can’t speak past the taste of chocolate cake on his tongue, but the rest of the pack takes control thankfully. “Are you sure it won’t be bad if we hang out for a bit?�� 

It’s not exactly the ruth of what’s going to happen but all Tae knows is that Yoongi is looking at him like the thought of not being a part of this is hurting him. Stay- Tae’s instincts command- stay and sit on the edge of the nest and I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to just- don’t don’t go where I can’t protect you- Please. 

Instead of words, there are only more whines. But it’s only temporary, soon Tae will get his words back, will be whining and growling absolute filth about how the only way to keep his pack tethered to him is to knock them up- the only way to make sure they won’t leave for good-

Yoongi’s summoned to the bed by the force of Tae’s whines and the tears threatening at his waterline, half sad and half frustrated. Logically Tae knows why the two of you can’t stay, why you can’t help with this rut. you’re just not ready- but that doesn’t mean it makes this any easier. 

At least you’re in here now, for these few minutes, Tae can keep you safe. Safe- you’re safe here. Tae’s gaze flickers from Yoongi, to where you stand behind him. 

You linger in the doorway, it's late, late enough that on any other night, you'd be already asleep. The only ones besides you and Yoongi not in the nest yet are Jungkook and Namjoon. But it’s not enough to ease the fear in Tae’s heart; Namjoon will guard Jungkook- the good pack alpha that he is. But without an alpha between the two of you you're vulnerable. You and Yoongi are not alphas. Not alphas- need alphas-  

The wishes the word 'breedable' didn't pop into her head when she looks at you. Maybe that’s what finally gets her voice to come back, her jaw popping like she’s just finished swallowing a mouthful of peanut butter.

"Stay” you suck on your lower lip, looking down at Tae. She's curled up closer to Jimin than to Jin now who slowly leaves little sucks against Tae's scent gland. The contact makes shivers and tingles strike all the way down her spine. 

Jin isn’t far either- though he’s shifted to the head of the bed trying not to get closer and risk triggering Tae with his scent. Close enough to sate tae's instincts but not much else. 

"I'm gonna get some food set up, call me if anything changes, okay?" Jin makes a noise in his throat, and Hoseok slips from the bed. Tae's pupils are blown so wide her eyes look nearly black. She doesn't even seem to notice Hoseok’s leaving. But maybe that's a good thing- too focused on you to try and get him to stay.

You and Tae stare at each other long enough that everyone takes notice, she looks so breakable. You’ve always associated Tae with a kind of impenetrable quiet. The stoutness and power that words and libraries have. But now she just looks brittle, brittle, and needy and you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from staying if you tried. 

It’s Tae- Tae whose cheeks you dotted with blush last night. Not a scary alpha in a rut. A few months ago, you’d never imagined that you’d be allowed such an intimate glance and You can’t say you hate it. Jin’s nest has always looked nice, but now it looks positively fortress-like. 

“Just until the first wave hits,” you say, but you recognize the red-cheeked fever slowly taking hold, hazing over Tae’s eyes until they look frantic and high, pupils blown. It won’t be long before the rut settles. 

Yoongi’s already pulled himself up to sit by Jin, the older omega sighing and lacing his fingers with your mates. You look to Yoongi, and he nods. And then Jin makes a noise and the two of them share a look that says something you can't decipher. A look that betrays the years they've known each other. 

This is going to be a bad rut, they can both tell, their hyung instincts tingling. But there isn't anything they can do to stop the abrupt descent. Ruts and pheromones are kind of like dominoes- there isn’t any way to slow its progression. 

They can only comfort Tae and hope he doesn't leave the rut too damaged, can barter glasses of water and mouthfuls of food for orgasms and hope that Tae’s instincts to please and protect and provide will be moldable enough to balance against the urge to breed and fuck and claim.

It doesn't help that Tae's by far the hardest pup in the pack to baby, the most resistant to care and affection. 

Unlike another pup, your eyes flicker up at Jin and he aches with the way you look at him, still so unsure, still so shy. Though he's sure part of this must just be Tae, having an alpha in rut must not be easy for your easily startle-able prey senses. 

But just like usual- Jin miss judges the source of your distress. You grip the hem of your shirt with both hands, crumpling it up like you need something to hold onto. “Can I? I’ve never been in your nest before?”

“Of course, sweet thing” Jin croons, running his fingers through Tae’s hair. For some reason, he feels like he’s been unable to read you recently. Especially when he’d looked up after coming home today and found you teetering, so unsteady on your feet and dizzy that it was noticeable. Was it omega space or hunger? Jin's not sure which. 

Maybe it’s a good thing that your relationship hasn’t progressed to the point where you’d share ruts and heats with the pack. The others have a good layer of fat on their bones. Even Jimin, Hobi, and Jungkook with their lithe more muscle than anything else bodies won’t drop a weight class after a few days of eating light and being fucked within an inch of their lives. 

Seokjin doesn’t want to think about what might happen to you if the same happened. a trip to the emergency room to be put on fluids at worst probably. Namjoon would probably want to do it himself, work himself up into a near feral headspace to have the newest member of the pack put into danger. 

Seokjin wonders how long it’s been since you got your heat at all, he's never heard you mention it before, and judging from what he knows about the timeline you should have gotten at least once in the time that you've lived in this house and been with Yoongi. 

After- Jin resolves internally, after realizing what a shit job he’s done at makeing sure you take care of yourself- after tae’s rut I’ll pay more attention to you- I’m sorry I haven’t been able to before now- I promise I’ll be a better pack omega for you. 

Your nose is starting to feel a little numb with the tang of pepper and cinnamon. It’s kind of surprising that you can only smell distant touches of Jin and Jungkook in the nest, maybe that’s good- because it doesn’t have the same effect as it might ordinarily have on you. You’re not sure they could handle a strange omega messing up their careful edges right now. 

This isn’t about you or Jin’s nest- this is about Tae- lying on his back like an overturned snail peering up at you with the widest saddest eyes imaginable, imploring and glassy. 

The careful distance you try to cultivate is instantly erased by Tae rolling over to get closer to you. Yoongi’s quite absorbed with Jin at the moment as the omega tilts his head, laying his cheek on top of the beta’s head. The beta hums and there goes that look again like Yoongi's trying not to let his emotions show, a small smile hinting at how pleased he is.

Tae seems to be able to smell more than Jin and you can, his pupils dilate staring at you, mouth hanging open- you smell so good- your skin smells good, those little shorts leave so much of you open- so open and unmarked. 

Tae tilts his face to try and lift the hem of them with his nose and Jimin’s hand instantly cups his jaw still touching him softly, but turning his head away from you with a strong jerk. “Don’t even try it” But it’s all playful and painfully necessary. And Tae is quickly distracted as his soulmate strokes down his chest, from his scent gland, all the way down. 

You've never seen Tae without a shirt on, but she's got a surprisingly gentle body, hard lines that say alpha but not like Jimin and Hobi who practically put on muscle without any fat. She's soft, cute in the way she gasps in the bed when Jimin dares to touch a little too low. Fingers playing with the little bit of happy trail on tae's cute tummy, fuzzy like a peach.  

“Is it going to bother you?” Jimin clears his throat, re-clarifies, and it's only after that Tae realizes he’s not talking to him. Jimin always thinks about consent, even during ruts. “If I touch him to help take the edge off? Is that okay?”

You shift, a little further away pulling your knees up against your chest. “No- it’s fine if that’s what Tae needs. Go ahead.” Jimin settles, and Tae knows how he looks when he’s trying to show off. 

Will this be a performance? A show to make certain that the newest member of their pack knows how good the alphas are at taking care of their own? Tae wants to show too- wants to make sure you know that they’re the best possible alphas for the job- wants too-

"Can I, scent? Cake please?" Tae seems to be borrowing a page from your book because she's having trouble coming up with enough words to describe what she needs. She's not interested in whatever Jimin's offering right now with you perfect and sweet-smelling so close. But she's not looking at you, or even Jimin or Yoongi- no.

Tae tilts her face up, pouting up at Jin with a set of quite frankly lethal puppy eyes. Jin raises a pointed eyebrow in your direction and Tae whines. "Please, no bites- no" already sensing Jin turning him down. Jimin still has his fingers laced in Tae's hair and he pulls a little rough to keep her at the moment. It seems to jog Tae out of her stupor.  "What do you say pup?" 

You try to pretend you don't feel warm when you tuck your legs under your body and scoot back over to Tae's side. Extending your wrist under the watchful and wary eyes of Jimin, Jin, and your mate. If you didn't know any better you could swear the three of them look hungrier than Tae does. 

She gasps when you press your wrist to her nose, Tae takes several greedy lung fulls of your scent, lips brushing against the tiny but no less sensitive scent gland hidden there between the meat of your palm and the delicate bones of your wrist. She can smell your pulse, rapidly beating like a little bird's heartbeat. 

You curl up tentatively around her, knees knocking against her stomach. Letting her pull you closer, on top of her a little. It’s not dissimilar to how you were in omega space a few hours ago, though there is a certain urgency to her actions. Like if she doesn’t get you close something bad could happen. 

“Sorry- sorry-“ she says but doesn’t stop her vice-like grip around your waist, it’s nearing midnight. Distant moans can be heard in the other room- and you all ignore them as you let Tae scent you to her heart's content. Laying her claim on you thick and heavy until you smell like apple pie or churos, like cinnamon rolls. 

Namjoon and the omegas have a particular pre-rut ritual, Yoongi described it to you with hushed non-descript words earlier but even that had you needing to take a second to reign in your scent a little before you tried to help comfort Tae and ease her down.  

Their ritual is more a matter of safety than anything else and meant to help Jungkook and Jin better take the nearly gargantuan knots of the alphas without too much pain and discomfort. On any other day, they'd easily be able to take being stretched open. Their bodies are made for it after all and Jungkook especially loves a thick knot at the end of the day, real or plastic. 

But ruts are a whole different ballgame and come with their own set of risks.

With ruts, knots swell to double their usual size- sometimes more depending on how bad the rut is. knotting un-prepped during a rut poses a real risk to omegas. Soreness is a given, but any worse injury is only avoidable with careful attention and not the kind that Tae is capable of right now.

And Namjoon? Namjoon would really like to avoid a trip to the emergency room. An alpha in a rut who decided to go feral after losing an hurt omega would be a whole different headache. Especially when he can avoid it with a little bit of attention. 

With Jimin and Hobi they might be able to skirt by as long as they’re still lucid enough at the first knotting to be careful and work the omegas up with their fingers. That's not to say that Jimin and Hobi have insufficient knots or that their ruts are easier. 

With Joon and Tae, there's always a guaranteed grace period between knottings, a good 45 minutes before their knots deflate at all and they can even think of fucking someone or something else. Not like with Jimin and Hobi- who have opened the omegas up so thoroughly by the end of their ruts that they can fuck and breed them without much pause between each round. 

Jin is already sitting gingerly at the head of the nest, having been opened up thoroughly by Namjoon an hour prior, the shower helped wash away the smell of his arousal and He can only hope Namjoon's quite diligent help lasts until Tae’s rut hits. 

Help is a poor word to describe what it actually was; Namjoon pushing Jin’s shoulders into the tiled wall, sweetly pressing in his soapy fingers past Jin's sensitive rim, the water taking his slick down the drain. The alphas croon in his ear- as dominant as he ever dares to get with Jin, "Gotta get you clean hyung? Right? So that Tae can make you messy?" 

The room full of Seokjin’s barely contained breathlessness as Namjoon bears three fingers down, his touch the perfect balance between clinical and intimate. this isn’t to get jin off and honestly- he should conserve his strength. Jin can’t stop trying to regain control, hisses, and lets out a breathy "that's a good pup." 

The alpha laughs, "you should save your voice for Tae.”

By the looks of it, the true stages of rut will hit by morning.

Omegas have to be kept safe during a heat under fear of what might be done to them, but alpha's ruts are deceptively just as dangerous. There isn't the question of what might happen- but what they might feel is necessary to do to protect their pack when hormones run high and instincts run higher. 

If an alpha in rut senses a distressed packmate- there isn’t a limit to what they’ll do, usually come at the threat with teeth bared and fists raised. Unable to listen to reason or words- completely at the mercy of their instincts to protect their pack from a threat and minimize it under pain of death. 

You can imagine what happens when what causes the omega discomfort is the pain of being knotted. A lot of tears, and most of the time the alpha refuses to touch the omega again. Alphas need to knot during a rut, or else their fever will climb higher and higher until it can’t anymore.

Jungkook and Namjoon do it in the shower because then they can wash off the arousal.  Any scent of that at all would plunge Tae headlong into a rut and that would be too much- way too much, to descent so quickly and uncontrolled. It’s a delicate game of barely-there touches and crooning words. A balancing act between too much and not enough. 

There is a blanket covering Tae’s lower half and Jimin hasn’t stopped his gentle stroking, occasionally his hands dip lower under the covers where you can't see. He’s not sweating too much yet, but his cheeks are warm and his whole body nearly seems to glow in the dim light. 

“Tae baby- what can we do? How can we make it better?” Yoongi scoots a little closer and something in Tae preens. Smiling up at the beta dopy and high on the rush of pheromones and hormones. That’s good, just a few more packmates missing from the safe cradle of the nest. Just a few more and then everyone will be safe. Then Tae only has to be good enough to convince them to stay. 

Logically Tae understands and is well aware of what they’re doing. Though part of him is so focused on the image of Jungkook probably taking several of Namjoon’s fingers to care much or ask for more. Is slick pooling with the water on the shower? Is their skin getting all pink and flushed? Is the door locked are they okay- are they-

Tae’s body feels raw and sensitive just thinking about it, every sensation too stimulating and yet too under stimulating all at once. Jimin’s hand pauses its rubbing smooth circles onto Tae’s tummy just to let the shivers subside. Continuing only when he feels his soulmate has eased back into the sheets.  

Tae swallows, works up to it, sifts through his thoughts to find his words. “Just stay close okay. Stay as long as you can.” 

You settle back, and the silence stiffens, Yoongi curled to your side, a protective barrier on your back edge. Good- your mate will make you safe. That’s all Tae wants for you. “Do you want to... talk or something?" Tae is still clutching at your arm, and Jimin is the one who frees you from Tae who whines like his favorite toy has just been taken away. 

“You're a sweetheart,” Jin says, reaching over to cup your cheek. The pack omega is always touchy when one of his pups is vulnerable- and heats and ruts- they’re quite possibly the most vulnerable part of their lives.

You grin "What? is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

It means something that you try to joke right now to alleviate the tension. None of them mention that you not speaking really isn’t something to joke about given your history or the tremble in your voice as you speak even now. 

He doesn’t know how long you’ll get to stay, probably before any real sex starts. A part of Tae wants to pout at that, pull you closer, and keep you there. Maybe nip at your mating mark, and get you to settle back into that cozy headspace that you had earlier with Yoongi hopefully too. And it hurts- it hurts so bad that he knows you’ve got to leave. 

Everyone ignores what's happening, the fact that they're all holding themselves back in more ways than one.

“Woh Tae-“ Hobi stops before he enters the room, no doubt assaulted by the smell, the ever-thickening scent of arousal and happy alpha, “you’re progressing quick.” 

Tae growls but it’s not a threatening gesture- “Hobi- please- nest- gotta get in the nest- it’s not safe-” Hobi is merciful, shoves the tray of food and protein bars onto the bedside table, definitely knocking someone's phone onto the ground and piles into the nest. Tae is ready and waiting, arms outstretched. If only Tae could have more arms, could get his hands around more than one packmate- then the instincts just might be sated. 

 Jin rewards Hobi with a slight pet down his neck and the alpha leans into it. “better Tae?" Jin asks, Jimin measures his soulmates condition and Tae's leg jiggles restlessly but the alpha only whines, doesn't move to rut his cock into Jimin leg like he easily could- holds back because- “The others-“ 

Jin reaches over to shush him, “soon baby, soon.” 

There are a lot of hands-on him, Hobi's all pressed to his side, Jin's hand in his hair pulling at it regularly, your hand that twines with his, and Yoongi's on his neck, slowly massaging his pink and swollen scent gland. 

The sheer amount of food Hobi brought is honestly impressive, though you do notice with a pang that Hobi brought not only a normal assortment but also gluten-free low sugar protein bars for Jungkook and a bit of fresh-cut veggies. It’s overkill really, seeing as there will always be someone available to cook.

It's yet another reminder that Yoongi won’t really be helping with this rut and neither will you, though it makes you feel guilty to think that you’re depriving the pack of one of their most valuable members during rut. Tae already seems more lucid with Yoongi’s scent in the air. 

Yoongi had brought you aside after dinner, while the other members of the pack were trying to stuff every possible calorie in their systems. Though you’d fully anticipated nesting alone tonight and given Yoongi full permission to help Tae with this- he’d resisted with a pregnant look at you, both of you doing clean up while the others fussed about. 

Now you wonder if it wasn't only for your benefit, maybe for all his love Yoongi isn't ready, maybe that's it, because he certainly seems to be completely focused with Jimin and Tae right now. Entranced with them, some part of him ready to spring forward,

Jimin’s hand is playing with the string on Tae’s sweats, pulling it through his fingers, the barely-there contact is making Tae pant- really- it’s kind of pathetic, how even a little stimulation near his knot right now can make him already half hard. But then Jimin notices you're looking and re-fixes the blanket.

"Let's get you up into Yoongi's lap sweet thing." Tae can't sit up, probably wouldn't be possible of it, but before he knows it his head is being placed upon chocolate smelling and surprisingly plush thighs. He knows- Tae knows what Yoongi's bare thigh looks like, knows how smooth and milky the skin is. 

Tae tilts his head and narrowly suppresses the urge to bite into Yoongi’s skin rather than his pants. Tae is keenly aware that just under his teeth is your mark, would you feel it if he bit there? Would you like it? Tae wants too- his mouth is aching and salivating. 

“Oh, Tae-“ you break his concentration, and suddenly he's looking up at you again. Your hair spilling, nearly tickling his face carrying with it the smell of 'omega' 

Omega, cute omega, omega that needs Tae's help and omega that is too far away. even inches feel like miles, the only way tae and you could get close enough is if she was inside of you. 

Come closer, an eerily predatory voice says in Tae's ear. She's safer next to you- she's safer knotted. Tae’s pheromones spike so high, so warm and enticing that you can’t help your body’s reaction.

You might just crumple and melt in embarrassment, the fact that they could all tell- your body's reaction to alpha in a rut is the same as any other omega would be, more instinctual and natural than a choice you make. A little bit of slick, no more than a drop is still like blood in the water to a shark. 

“Shit” Hobi’s hand tightens around Tae’s middle, to try and keep him in place but he’s not quick enough. to Jimin's credit, he does manage to keep Tae pinned to the bed, but only barely. 

"Honey you-" Yoongi puts himself in between you and Tae before anything can happen. 

Tae snarls and squirms to get at you- bearing his teeth and breathing through them. His head spins with the sweetness- so sweet. Jimin has the good sense to diffuse the situation with a hard press of the meat of his hand against Tae's cock. Tae's snarl cuts off into a whine and Tae ruts his hips up against jimin’s hand in search of more pleasure.

Everyone exhales, a crisis just barely averted. You can think about why you leaked a little bit of slick later when Tae doesn't need help. 

“Am I making it harder? On Tae?” you ask Jin and Jimin, not Tae because you don't think he'd be able to answer you honestly right now. 

“No- no! don’t leave yet!” he gasps, but his pleas go largely ignored, Jimin pushes his leg to the side with his knee. Hard, laying Tae out with an impressive show of strength. This is why Jimin lies above Tae in the hierarchy officially; Even in rut, the tiniest alpha is still able to restrain him. Jimin's muscles flex, the veins in his arms stick up a little. 

Tae will gladly give up his power to Jimin if that means you and Yoongi get to stay a little longer. He backs down the second Jimin sends him even a slightly domineering look, melting when he sees such a sweet show of submission- unexpected especially from Tae and the kind of thing that Jimin savors. 

He only ever gets to indulge with his dominant urges when Tae is in rut. They've been like this forever- desperate to test the boundaries. Tae is not strictly dominant or submissive, not a switch, and a Dom, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think Jimin being scary isn't hot.

“No- if anything it will make it better” Jimin pauses, and his hands stay firmly under the blanket, out of sight but not at all out of mind. his hands work at an easy rhythm under the covers. Arms flexing, you can't look at them, or else you'll want to look under the covers and see what Jimin's doing to Tae, can't look.

But from the expression on Tae’s face, it must feel good, his lips parts, eyes dark and swimming with pleasure nearly rolling back. But it’s not Tae you’re looking at, pink-cheeked and staring at Jimin. 

You keep his stare as if in a challenge, though part of you wants to shrink.  Jimin quirks an eyebrow at you as if he's surprised by your bravery too, he hasn’t figured out that if you look at Tae you’re going to slick up again yet.   “You've never? Helped an alpha through rut before?” 

“It wasn’t like this. Tae’s got- a lot fewer words than he did” and that’s true. You try not to think about it, you don’t think Tae would react well if you suddenly started smelling sad so you reign your scent in. Don't think of Geumjae's ruts, you chant in your head, don't think about him right now. 

“What does it feel like for you?” 

Jimin’s hand continues to move under the covers, but he doesn't stutter, doesn’t act like he’s doing anything other than touching his stomach or something else benign and mundane. Tae moans, legs splaying, belly bared. It’s an oddly pupish gesture- something that maybe they'd expect to see from Jungkook or Hobi. 

Jimin smirks “like you’re wearing a collar and every packmate holds a different end of the leash.” 

“That sounds confusing.” 

Jimin laughs, and Hobi does too, both of them saying “it is” at the same time and sharing a grin. Hobi shrugs against the nest, It doesn’t look like he’s bothered by Tae clearly getting a hand job under the covers. You wonder what the rest of their relationship is like if this is so routine, so normal that Hobi stifles a yawn, nose shriveling cutely. “It also feels really safe.” 

You giggle too, this isn’t tense and this isn’t scary even if it is new. It’s just Minnie and Tae, it’s just Minnie and Hobi and Jin and your mate warm behind you. Maybe you hadn’t realized how much you’ve grown to trust all of them until now. They’re good packmates, they treat Tae with such gentleness and carefulness, so mindful of the lines that they can and can’t cross. 

Minnie is such a good packmate, 

Tae’s run-heavy brain reminds him- he always makes the omegas smile and laugh and smell so good. Tae shifts his hips, fucking his hard and warm cock up into Jimin’s hand, he’s leaking enough pre-cum that there is no need for lube. Maybe if he shows Jimin and the rest of the pack how good he can knot his hands he’ll get to fuck the omegas sooner.

You tentatively and gently reach down and wipe the bangs back from Tae’s sweaty head and he moans, low and guttural. He's panting openly now, being touched by packmates has body squirming in satisfaction, almost more than the pressure around his cock. 

Let me knot you- let me claim you please before anyone takes you away- but Tae’s mouth won't Cooperate, won’t ask, all that comes out is a snarl. You cup Tae’s cheek and for a painful second and Tae isn’t thinking about fucking his knot into the tight ring of Jimin’s fingers, no- she’s thinking about fucking you.

The image is supple and sweet and so vivid that Tae can already taste your slick on the back of her throat. She could get you laid out on the soft carpet in the library room, put you in that pretty little bralette just to slide it off you as slowly as possible. 

She would savor every moment, every new inch of skin she was allowed to nip at and claim. She could nibble and suck on the skin around the flowered hem until bruises bloomed around it and make you a bouquet of moans, a garden only for her to touch and love and lavish with attention.  

You’re terribly innocent-looking as you watch her in her fantasy, a delicious blush to your lips painted there by her hands, with hidden heat under your skin that makes Tae want to bite more. She’s not sure you know how to present, but Maybe Tae could teach you how- how to be a good omega and how to take your knotting beautifully.

Tae would be sweet but she wouldn’t be gentle, at least not unless you wanted her to be. Maybe she should tie you up in some pretty ribbons, set you up like a present because that’s what you are. Pretty and delicate and so so small. a gift to be able to fuck such a fine omega. maybe thats why the others won’t let her have at you yet.

Tae has to earn it.

She wonders what you’d look like taking her knot, would it make your stomach bulge? So utterly filled by her that you could tell just by looking? Tae’s alpha seems to love the idea of that, and her snarls turn into a low happy grumble. Tae feels near-feral as the image of pumping you full with warm cum and making you look pregnant before it even takes.

The image of it rises to the forefront of Tae’s mind without her control. Something about it feels slightly wrong- you haven’t consented to being thought of like this in Tae’s mind, haven’t shown you want this- no- that’s not right to think, is it? you smell like slick but that's not a yes, not a please breed me alpha like Tae dreams of hearing.

Tae’s hold on what’s good and what’s proper is slipping away, her brain running rampant at the images. Tae is going to cum, the end barreling past her and she’s not sure that she wants to tip over that edge. She knows once this bit of lucidity is gone it won’t come back until the rut is over and it will take you with it. Away from her and headlong into danger. 

It isn’t safe- isn’t safe outside the nest. You’re too small- too tiny- both you and Yoongi couldn’t defend yourselves from an alpha like Tae- it’s her duty to protect you- to mark you- 

Tae is hazy enough (and quite frankly horny enough) in a rut that the idea of staining your skin with some white of her own around the hem of that bralette makes Tae want to growl and climb on top of you, Make it a reality. A claim is the only way to make sure you stay safe when you leave where Tae can’t go.  

But before she can even twitch Seokjin's hands go hard on her shoulder, Hobi's too. "No pup, you have to stay right where you are for us, look at you protecting us so well." Jin’s words aren’t exactly articulate, but they do the trick.

This isn't the first rut they've all shared together, they know what gets Tae's alpha brain going. To their credit, the words do get him to stay right where he is. Especially Hobi leaning down to mutter hot in his ear. “Got to show them, show Jinnie how good you knot Jiminies hand?” 

Tae hick-ups. Hobi isn’t ever dominant either But he’s trying- knows enough to recognize the tenuous hold they have on Tae right now and that she needs to know his pack is present and nearby (which begs the question where the fuck are namjoon and jungkook? What's taking them so long) One finger wrongly placed and it might be enough to push Tae over the edge. But his pack-mates won’t let Tae fall, at least not until he’s ready to guide him safely from pre-rut into full rut. 

Tae’s brain is a mess- looking up at you- if she can’t fuck you- if she can’t satisfy you that way- Food, there's food on the side table. Tae must provide and protect. and if he cant do one the other is the best option. He tries to reach for it but someone’s hand meets his own again. It’s Jin, taking one hand in his own and pinning it to the bed. Tae tries to make words in dismay but all that comes out is growls. 

Jimin’s hands move with ruthless efficiency. It somehow makes Tae want to bear his neck and also snap his teeth at Jimin. His soulmate uses two hands, needs to in order to encircle Tae’s cock fully. Jimin’s hands are pudgy and calloused, the kind of friction that makes Tae keen. He’s already leaking enough pre-cum under the blanket that you can smell it. Like Tae's scent but saltier.

They make no moves to conceal what they’re doing and you shift at the blatant display. Yoongi cradles you close to him, pulling you a few more inches away from Tae and safely into his lap. 

Ah- that’s okay- both of you belong to Tae Afterall so the claim of Yoongi’s hands on you mean little if anything to Tae right now. As long as you stay in the nest, you’ll be fine. 

Especially with the straight magic coming out of his soulmate's hands right now, Jimin chuckles when Tae starts rolling his hips, fucking up into his hands, trying to get as much stimulation on his cock as possible. Jimin leans forward, peppering a kiss along Tae’s hot and bare shoulder.

Too many clothes- his soulmate is wearing too many clothes and soon- Tae will want to feel him in full. How beautiful would it be if Jin let him fuck him, while Jimin filled him from behind? Jin is a good omega- would never make Tae beg during a rut.  

Tae is positively writhing, his pupils blown almost completely. His rut is going to snap with this orgasm, they can all feel it. Jimin’s voice is low and urgent, “you’re going to have to leave the second he cums, or else he’s going to try and convince you to stay no matter what we agreed upon.” 

You nod and the movement seems to catch Tae’s eyes, a predator honing in on her prey. She bares her teeth, panting and breathing through them. You see the moment it happens, watching Tae come undone under Jimin’s hand her brain snatched away by the force of the orgasm, the muscles in her stomach clenching and unclenching and her body goes hazy. Tae can taste everyone on her tongue at that moment. Their growls syncing, a breathy “that’s it my love” from Jimin that ends it.

A wet patch blooms on the thin blanket and you’re out of the nest before Tae can even come down, Yoongi half carries you away when you don’t move quick enough. 

The disappointment and feral fear lurch in tae’s stomach (or maybe that’s just his abdominal muscles twitching as Jimin continues to milk his knot with a hard and unforgiving pressure- simulating an omegas body bearing down.) 

“Get Namjoon and Jungkook while you’re at it!” Hobi calls through the door, already holding Tae down in case he decides to hunt you and drag you back into the nest.

“Tell them to hurry up while youre at it, Joon might need to scruff Tae again!” the growls and snarls coming from Tae’s mouth are loud enough that Seokjin how to shout, though you think it might become a moan towards the tail end. 

Namjoon and Jungkook are a mess of skin damp and tacky steam spilling out of the bathroom. But Namjoon smells the shift the second the door opens, "Oh fuck- already? 

Namjoon and Jungkook haven't bothered putting on clothes post-shower seeing as any and all garments only stand the risk of being ripped off or ruined by Tae. The towels slung around their waists do little to conceal their obvious arousals and you have to make yourself stare at the ceiling as they hurry past.  propriety and thoughts of nudity go out the window during times like this. Your cheeks are so warm you’re sure they can tell you’re worked up even in the low light. 

Yoongi's still holding onto you, hands digging into your waist. “Text me what Tae wants for breakfast in the morning!” he calls after them before the door is snapping shut, sealing the pack inside.   

In the quiet of your room, it's startling how simple everything seems. What you just saw, what you were just privy to. Both you and Yoongi let out a breath that you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Things always feel safer when it's just the two of you but also lonelier. Both of you ignore the snarls and moans you can already hear from the other room. 

Shit- the walls are thin and Taehyung is loud. You don't think you and Yoongi will be getting much peace tonight or for the next few days. You make a frustrated noise and flop onto the edge of your nest, half overwhelmed and half needy. 

You’d love to say that you’re not affected by what just happened, but you are. Yoongi's palm is warm on your lower back for a second.  It has the added benefit of making you more grounded. More focused on him in front of you.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" Yoongi's hands slide to your shoulder, hand cupping your jaw to tilt your face up to meet his. He searches your face for something- what? You're not sure of. He visibly checks that you’re okay, sighing and letting you go after a second, saying nothing.

Yoongi slides off his sweatshirt. Even in only a few minutes of sitting with Tae- it still somehow smells like rut. His collarbones are pink, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Yoongi this flushed. you roll over, your feet dangle just above the floor.

“Why didn’t you want to help Tae?” 

Yoongi hangs his sweatshirts on one of the hooks that you usually put your towels on, retrieving his phone from the pocket and putting the ringer on high (not like you wouldn’t be able to hear if they shouted from the other room, but Yoongi needs to make himself as available as possible in case the pack needs his help) 

“Wouldn’t feel right, leaving you alone, while we were all wrapped up in each other. It gets pretty intense.” 

Yoongi sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on your knee “I didn’t like thinking of you alone in the other room while we were all cozied up taking care of Tae.” he kicks his chin in the direction of the door, and as if in answer a loud moan echoes through your quiet house, though it sounds eerily similar to a howl. 

You draw patterns on the bedspread with your fingers and Yoongi's fingers brush your cheek, nudging back some of the warmth. You're only an omega, it's natural that you're at least having some reaction to an alpha that you like in rut. Natural, you can still smell Tae from here, heady and heavy. 

She smells really good even at this distance. 

Does Yoongi think it's weird that you didn’t mind being in the room with her during that? Does he think it's weird that you're not scared? Does Yoongi want to help Tae and are you getting in the way of that again? 

“I can take care of myself Yoongi,” and he looks at you pained like you both know that’s not quite true. You do your best- but even the least delicate of flowers need help somewhere along the line (and you are not the least delicate of flowers- not by a longshot)

But he doesn’t want to talk about that tonight, your vulnerability hasn't changed even if you're determined to integrate with the pack thats practically welcoming you with open arms. It only makes Yoongi more worried that you'll get in over your head before long. His arms slowly encircle your waist, pulling you close. And his words sound more placating than anything else. “I know sweetheart, I know, I just worry.” 

“It’s gonna give you grey hairs.” Yoongi laughs, pearly teeth flashing in the half-darkness. He nuzzles along your neck prodding at your scent gland playfully with his nose.

“we could always just dye it funny colors I guess, any one you want.” A loud moan from the other room punctures the silence, and you’re both well aware of what’s in store for the next 48 hours. God- you wish the house had thicker walls. 

“How about pink? Or mint green!” Yoongi just smiles down at you, pulling you over towards the bed closer fussing with you and getting you under the covers. you let Yoongi manipulate you. Just because Yoongi can’t baby Tae right now doesn’t mean he can’t baby you. 

“We need to sleep.” You curl up together, and Yoongi puts the air conditioning unit on just to drown out the sounds coming from the other room. Shuts off the light, leaving the two of you curled in darkness. 

If you listened- you could probably make out sounds, a loud squeal that sounds like it’s from Jungkook, a few low breathy ‘ah-ah-ah's’ from Tae and a voice that sounds like Namjoon's. “that’s it pup, just take it” you’ll blush if you think about it anymore. So you don’t, even though you can still hear the thumping of the bed frame against the wall. 

Yoongi is fully anticipating having to patch the drywall after this. 

Yoongi's hands play with the hem of your shirt. He can probably smell that you're still slicked up, but he also knows you- knows you don't want to do anything about it right now. You shift a little, uneasy, unable to relax quite just yet and Yoongi pulls your legs over his hips, sitting sideways. 

Yoongi watches you in the darkness, his fingers play with your skin and there is an edge there- an edge that says Yoongi could get you where you needed to go and that you might want him to. A teasing edge to his probing fingers massaging your hip, squeezing, and then releasing. His fingers thumbing across your bones. 

“There will be other moments of downtime, between Tae’s peaks he gets like- maybe an hour or two where he’ll be a little more lucid. We can see him and help out then, they’ll all need to eat, you will too.” That there is something in Yoongi’s voice that says there will be no arguing with him, his hands on you right now are just an edge too hard, holding. It's then that it clicks, why Yoongi’s acting this way about you and Tae. 

“You’re possessive!” you cry, sitting up abruptly. Yoongi groans and hides his face. “you want me all to yourself you big squishy marshmallow lump!” Yoongi grumbles and tries to turn over. You try to stop him, but he catches your hand. 

Yoongi’s hands have always been warm, warm, and rough. You like his hands- more than you’re willing to admit. Maybe it’s wrong to pick a favorite part of your soulmate but they’ve always been your soft spot. Maybe the haze of omega space hasn’t quite left because you find yourself lingering over them, tracing along a knuckle. 

In the silence, you barely catch Yoongi gathering his words. a breath exhaled through his teeth.  “I’m only gonna get all of you to myself for a little while longer, just a little while. So, sue me if I want to watch it happen slowly and not just because Tae convinces you that you want to help with his rut.”

You freeze. And you have to know, Yoongi knows you’re not stupid and that you think about your trauma often. You wish you could say that you didn’t think about your use to the pack in such concrete and cruel words like that.

 But Tae could if he’d had asked. Yoongi wonders would you have really said no? Even if you weren’t quite comfortable with the idea of sex with them just yet? would you have weighed their wants against your own needs and found your own desires insufficient? 

Omegas are supposed to help alphas with ruts. In the olden times, alphas were entitled to have at least one for their rut season. and while society has moved far past that some of those old values still linger in unexpected ways. 

Yoongi knows they did with Geumjae, grew up hearing as much. it’s an omegas duty to help an alpha out, it’s the only thing that they’re good for. 

Maybe the more startling thing to think about is the fact that Yoongi might have let you have sex with Tae. If you'd been convincing, had seemed honest about the idea that you could want this, and if he’d been lucid enough. Yoongi might have let his own interests get the better of him and his own desire to see you happy with the pack would have won out and then everything could have been messed up. 

You're not ready sex and ruts with the pack, kissing maybe- but that's a big maybe. Rut sex is too intense, and Yoongi knows you, he knows you just a touch too well. 

If Tae had asked, would you really have been able to say no? Would you have felt comfortable enough to say no if he wanted to do something to you that you didn’t like? The pack aren't monsters, but these conversations aren’t something you should have during rut or in any sort of rushed way. You should have time to build up to that kind of intimacy with them and not have it thrust upon you.

Maybe his words where a little harsh, but you can hardly blame him for wanting to protect you. You lean your body over, settling over him and caging Yoongi in. Hips splayed to fit over his hips.

“Okay,” you say because you don’t know what else to do. you don’t know what he suspects and he wants to keep it that way. he pulls you in close like his arms are enough to protect you from the horrors of your own mine and you set your cheek against Yoongi's chest and feel his breath on the top of your head. and although the scent of cinnamon hovers on the edge of every inhale Yoongi reminds himself that nothing happened, there isn’t any reason to catastrophize, any reason to worry or blame anyone. 

(anyone but himself that is, for letting things get that far, for not dragging you back here sooner. if Yoongi voiced this you’d remind him that your actions aren’t his responsibility, so he doesn’t say anything at all)

In the quiet, you can still hear the noise from the other room. the growls and snarls and feral moans just seem to get louder and louder. “You used soundproofing foam in between the top floor and the bottom of the house right?" 

"It was the first thing I thought of."

That night- Yoongi would never admit it- but he barely sleeps. Both listening for a hint of his name from the other room and looking down at you softly in his arms. Who knows how many more nights he's going to get you all to himself. Maybe the truth is that there are both good and bad things about being a part of a pack. 

Things that Yoongi would never voice out loud let alone tell anyone but you. Will he miss the individual nature of your love once you have someone else? Is it wrong of him to feel possessive of you when you've never felt the same possessiveness over Yoongi or re-enforced your clear claim on him? not all packs are romantic, and not all mated pairs within packs have romantic relationships inside them.

“After you, who's ever going to need me like this again?” 

Sometime in the night, you wake but only slightly, not enough to open your eyes or stir in your nest but enough to hear Yoongi talking to someone. Your nose lifts in sleep scenting the air. The scent of cinnamon is ever-present, but closer and softer- the heady scent of caramel. 

Hobi. 

You crack your eyes open and find The alpha looks a little worse for wear, lips pink and chapped, hair all ruffed and already looking like he hasn’t slept a wink. “How bad?” Yoongi asks, his hand is on Hobi’s waist, rubbing smooth soothing circles along the edge of his boxers. 

And Hobi sighs. “Bad.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Jin thinks it might help if Tae can smell you, he refused to pop a knot until-” Hobi cuts himself off,  “we need your scent, hers too” Hobi’s eyes meet yours in the darkness and at the focus, Yoongi turns. 

“Go back to sleep sunshine.” you settle back into the bed watching them from there until your eyes get too heavy to stay open, You hear the sound of clothing being ruffled. Your dirty laundry basket being sorted through to find something suitable, something you won’t mind if it gets ruined or stained with cum or has holes bitten into. With Tae- all are possible. 

The moans, whines, and snarls quite a little after Hobi brings over the clothes, and you’d never know it because Namjoon’s nearly gagged Tae with a pair of your tiny sleep shorts. Though the alpha is very interested in sniffing and licking at your clothing. It’s a little too feral- but every little hint of your scents does a little more to settle Tae. 

And in the morning, there is this; Tae wrapped up in a happy bundle between Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon on the couch his face flushed and hair sweaty and greasy. a blanket lies over their laps and you don't want to think about what might be going on underneath. there is a certain closeness between them that says that Tae's cock just might be buried in Jungkook- knot warming him probably.  

Hoseok’s and Jimin convinced Tae to leave the nest by commenting that Jungkook and Jin needed to eat, and with the subtle threat that that this way was the only way he would get to see you and Yoongi- in person and verify that some cataclysmic accident hadn't taken you in the last 10 hours since tae's seen your face. 

He whines from the couch but Namjoon keeps him in place as only a pack alpha can, a hand around his waist and one palm massaging at his scent gland. A subtle scruff that keeps Tae in place. Though it seems to be having less and less of an effect as the rut progresses. Namjoon’s had to scruff Tae three times already. Once because of you and Yoongi leaving, and twice because Tae needed a push to pop a knot, was holding himself back for some reason.

 "Alpha- alpha" Tae squirms against his touch. across his lap, jungkook hisses between bites of fruit proffered by Jin. 

“Jesus christ what happened to you?” you ask when you see the state of the pack. Their skin looks nearly mauled, the little circles of bruises slowly turning from pink to purple, littered everywhere but mostly concentrated on their necks. 

You poke at a bruise on Hobi’s elbow in teasing. It seems like a weird placement for a bite- what in the world would convince Tae that he needed to bite there, that the skin was too alluring to go unclaimed. 

Don't look at their feet, a voice tells you, some things you just don't need to know. 

 “It’s just how Tae gets in Rut- he’s nibbly.” Hobi may not be the culinary master that Yoongi and Jin are but he’s at least capable of rice and scrambled eggs, Yoongi helps too, cooking hashbrowns nice and golden in the other pan. High protein and high carbs for all of them- to add fuel to the fire.

Jungkook will just have to do with the eggs, a little bit of chili oil thrown in for some flavor, and a good heaping portion of cheese. “How where we? Too loud?” he asks, leaning over the burner while you retrieve a coffee cup. 

“No- you were all terrible,” you grumble, coffee- you just need coffee and then you won't be grumpy. 

Tae whines, loud, Seokjin winces as it’s just been shrieked into his ear. Yoongi is quick to go and soothe him. “Not you Tae-baby, I’m sure you were a sweetheart the whole night.” Tae lifts his head, he’s so tired, sitting so gingerly that he barely opens his eyes. Though when he does, they widen, fixating on the column on your neck. You between Hobi and Jimin, the general chaos of them in the kitchen. 

And before anyone notices it he’s trying to get up from the couch on unsteady legs. Jungkook has to hold around his neck not to be thrown off.  “Not marked- not- omega please-“ Namjoon does a good job of pulling him back down. “No alpha- have to guard us” Jungkook says, breathless and flushed, sucking a similar mark to settle Tae onto his scent gland. Pink and sensitive looking, ringed with bruises too. 

 “Jesus you weren’t joking” the haze lessons, you can see it ebb and flow.  Tae's hair is sticking up, looking at you. His muscles tremble with the strength of his resolve, holding himself back from literally pouncing on you.

He’s a tiny bit lucid for a second just enough to actually make some sense. He knows how he is right now, that there’s something wrong- that this rut is too deep. "Someone mark her please, or else I’m going to go insane- please- please." Tae begs so prettily.

Hobi and Jimin share a look, just a look before you're tilting your neck in Tae's direction. And oh- thank God for you because if there's one thing that can be said with certainty it's that you know how to defuse situations with distressed alphas. 

"See Tae- I'm already marked enough don't you think?" his eyes fixate on the mark, and that at least- is true. The others wince, but for some reason, it does the trick. he whines Making eye contact with Yoongi. 

There is stillness, and then Jungkook inhales a deep, unsteady breath. 

And then Namjoon is scooping both him and tae up leaving no room for argument. "Okay! I think it's time for us to get back to the nest before someone has a meltdown." They hurry out, Yoongi and you take over cooking and when it’s finished, your mate takes it inside the room, stays for a good long while before he finally exits. You don't say anything about how chapped his lips are or that he smells an offal lot like Tae. 

“OoOooo someone got /kissed/” you tease from the couch, the movie on the tv turned up to drown out the noises from the other room. yoongi throws a dishtowl at you that you dodge easily. “Oh shut it-”

“Make me.”

The overall rut haze is hard for Tae to sift through. The moments spliced together like a supercut. Down he goes, until instinct and pleasure blend into a frightening haze. 

One moment he's looking down at Jin, jostled against the bed with every sweet thrust. Tae doesn’t feel the burn in his hips only the heavyness in his cock. The friction and pressure around him delicious. Slick dripping and squirting onto the towels below. the sensitivity around the base where his knot swells feel raw and chaffed though he couldn't be more than 24 hours into his rut. 

He’s lost count of how many times he’s cum. Jin looks debauched, legs shaking as he lifts his ass up and presents himself. Strong thighs trembling. 

Wide hips- Jin has such pretty hips, already littered with pretty bruises and the imprints of Tae's fingertips. Jin is mostly stoic and silent but the way he gasps each time tae’s stomach meets his ass betrays how much Jin is enjoying this.

Namjoon growls low in his ear. rutting his own cock inbetween tae’s ass cheeks, slick and wet with something. "Do you like that pup? like how it feels when you breed our omegas?" 

"Yes! yes!" he cries, thrusting wildly, without rhythm or reason only a brutal pace, Hips stuttering. "Wanna- can I fill him up please?" he knows he’s got to ask, to be polite. 

And the next moment, he's waking to find everyone asleep in the bed but him. The blackout curtains hold back all the light beside a simple shaft of light, cutting across Jimin’s cheekbones where he lays, over Tae’s stomach, ear pressed to his belly button. A hand that feels like Hobi's is laced in his hair stroking him softly as he sleeps. And just like that, another wave is upon him, the cinnamon spiking up and up and up. "Guys!" he calls, waking the pack. 

But Tae is already snarling, hands searching for them. He cranes his neck, finds the nearest skin, and sinks his teeth into whoever it might be. Lightly, but enough to leave a mark with a few delicate sucks. 

He wants to clean them up- licking the cum from their skin, moving with hidden energy to get them prepared and ready for another round. Tae can get lethargic during his ruts, but sometimes when his hidden alpha takes hold, he moves with a strength that's hard to hold back.

The next time Tae's even a little lucid he's looking down at Jungkook, fully asleep below him. His cheeks are pulled apart by Jimin to show his wrecked hole. Dripping and messy with Tae's cum and a glisten of sweet slick. The sheets are wet under his knees. Distantly he feels pride- he did that- made his omega squirt slick, loose control so completely that it fell with drips and dribbles. 

Somonophilia isn't anything abnormal during a rut, generally, that's just what the omegas sign up for. If there were fewer of them in the pack it would happen even more regularly- getting fucked awake like this. 

"I'm not going to let you fuck Jungkookie again unless you clean up your cum you messy pup" Jin croons softly. Dragging his fingers down to tease at Tae’s cock. 

What a good omega, so ready for us to use. Tae's not sure who's speaking if it's him, his alpha, or Jimin curled to the side of the nest, his hand propping up his chin to watch Tae wreck Jungkook again and again. He watches a drip of milky cum leak from Jungkook's pink entrance. So pretty and so cute just sitting there ripe for the taking. What a good omega. Tae should reward him for being so delectable and give him a pup as a present. 

(The fact that Jungkook would cringe at the idea of being pregnant and having any actual children always seems to escape Tae's brain during a rut, but that's fair- it is all for the sake of fantasy and appeasing Tae’s instincts.)

The next time he’s lucid Namjoon's mouth is working at Tae's cock side by side with Hobi's. Half kissing and half sucking him off while Jimin's thumb digs into the head of his cock. Jin sucks a hickey onto tae's neck and jungkook licks with abandon into tae's mouth, moaning "alpha- alpha." 

Their lips play with the sensitive skin that's a little more malleable around the base of his cock where his knot forms. Sucking hickeys onto the skin there until his knot does inflate again, staining both their faces with pretty white streaks. endless amounts of cum that they lick and lap at. Holding down Tae’s thighs that tremble and tense with every little pulse, moaning low when Jin dares to trail kisses down his chest and sucks brazenly on his nipple. flicking at the other meanly. 

There is a moment where the rut lurches in Tae’s gut, sometime during the second night when Tae goes down the deepest, the haze sinking past the edge of the dream and toeing the line into hallucination. Maybe it’s his overtired brain or the pheromones or the dehydration. 

It’s kind of hard to tell, but Tae knows it’s not real, that it can’t be.

When Tae thinks he wakes he’s been fucking up into tight heat. A growl building because it’s not one of the omegas, it’s Jimin – who’s already looking fucked out rolling his hips down onto Tae’s half-inflated knot. His own popped knot cradled in his hands while Jungkook sleeps to the side, resting while he can. Jimin's face twists from the sensitivity when Tae’s cockhead nudges deep and at all the right spots, but despite his own overstimulation he keeps riding Tae, milking his cock for all its worth. 

Tae doesn’t know how long it’s been, Jimin must have been opening himself up for hours to take Tae’s cock and yet he’s taking him so beautifully and effortlessly now. Jimin’s body is tight- tighter than the omegas because he's not meant to take a cock like Tae's. Lube squelches with every downward thrust, noisy and filthy.

Tae wonders who did it- if it was Namjoon or maybe Hobi who prepped him. Jimin doesn't always need to take his knot during Tae's ruts. But maybe this rut won't end until Tae's bred each of them full, regardless of their actual ability to get pregnant or not. His instincts demand the claim. 

The pack alphas eyes are on him as he opens up Hobi on his fingers too at the side of the nest. The other alpha moans high and pretty, "Joonie- Joon" Tae snarls drown out his word’s teeth bared and tongue flicking out to taste his packmate's arousals on the air. Hobi might be deep in subspace for all Tae knows, it wouldn't be strange for him to drop during this. The others are good packmates, they take care of each other that way. 

Though Tae isn’t looking. Instead, he’s looking to the side at the mirror that Tae usually only looks into when she absolutely has too in the mornings when they get ready. The mirror image of himself is a little tricky to watch, but no- this isn’t Taehyung in the mirror this is Tae. 

it's not real, Tae knows it couldn't be, but yet she can't stop looking.

This version of herself is the most deeply feminine thing, so beautiful it could break the stars and harvest their glitter. The lingerie she wears seems to sparkle like diamonds, like water when the sun hits it just right. 

This is a hallucination. Tae’s brain reminds her but she doesn’t care, can’t care when she can’t look away. 

The same deeply soft face that you made with your own two hands the other night is staring at her in the mirror, the being that you sculpted into existence is parting her pretty lips and moaning. 

The mirror- it’s the mirror but it’s also not. This is Tae’s brain in rut, turning fantasy into reality and twisting it back again. This Tae has ruby red lips and her moans sound like bells. her long hair spills over her shoulders like a waterfall in gentle waves.

“There you go,” she giggles, a moan choked off behind a curled manicured hand. she has stiletto style nails the lightest shade of pink, so light they’re almost white, with ruby red French tips that look more cherry than blood red in the light of early morning. 

The other Tae tuts, “don’t get distracted, you’ve got a show to pull off remember?” Jimin is riding him, milking Taehyung’s knot. His neck is arched plush lips parted to make room for moans. Tae can barely pay attention to the betrayal of her body as the specter in the mirror laughs again. “Moan like that pretty girl, just like that, are you matching Jungkook’s pitch well enough? Have you forgotten how to moan like a boy after only a few days?”

“How pathetic."

Tae cums and Jimin growls out a “that’s it- that’s a good boy.” And Tae feels like she’s going to be sick.

~

On the morning of the third day in a rut, it finally breaks, subsiding into the usually barely-there urges. Maybe a little heightened, a little sensitive, but nothing compared to before. All he knows is that one moment he's knotting Namjoon finally and its Ecstasy. Someone is playing with his rim from behind and there’s the greasy sweet taste of omega slick on his tongue. like honeycomb.

And the next moment- it feels like someone driving a needle into his knot when he pulls out, "Ow ow- okay- okay- that hurts- shit," Namjoon is blinking away a little bit of pain, a little bit of discomfort, finally relaxing back into the bed. Holding Tae loosely. 

“Fucking finally-“ Jungkook is passed out along the top of the nest, bruises lining the inside of his thighs. Head thumping as he sighs back against the pillows. "No one come near me with a knot for a fucking month or else."

“How many days?” Tae’s whole body hurts, every inch of him is sore. He’s sure the rest of the pack must be just as worn. “Almost four,” Jin is laying similar to Jungkook, completely spent. 

The room quite frankly reeks of cum, slick, and sweat. It smells like the pack too, but even Jungkook- who’s usually a fan of all kinds of smells as long as their ‘pack’ smells- shrivel his nose at them. Tae is too sore, body to spent to help with the cleanup. 

Jimin even has to hold him up in the shower, the hot water and special scent soap- meant to completely clear out the body of ruts and heat stench irritates his nose and makes Tae whine but it’s a necessity. Everyone in the pack will wash with this. And the sheets, all of the nest materials will need to be washed and they'll probably need to air out the whole room too.

Tae can’t hold himself up, splays himself all along Jimin’s front under the hot water which soothes his aching muscles. He lets the other alpha run one round of shampoo through his hair and then another. And Tae can tell that Minnie has something on his mind, waits until the silence is pregnant enough before he looks up at him, eyes wordlessly begging him to end the quiet. 

Jimin's fingers skim across his spine, “You kept- crying out for her and Yoongi. Is there something you want to tell me?” Tae is silent because maybe there's too much he wants to say; too much lingering between them in the warm water and steam. His throat feels raw with the weight of what's unsaid. How did you know you wanted her Jimin? How did you first start to love a girl (and why wasn’t it me)? endless questions, but for once he falls silent. Pressing his face and mouth to Jimin’s neck hard. 

“It’s okay Tae-baby- I know you didn’t want us to know but Jinnie, hell- even Hoseokie has been sweeter with her which honestly I can barely believe but- she’s Yoongi’s sweet thing you know?” Jimin’s got that starry faraway look in his eyes, a look that Tae hasn’t seen in a long time- not since the last time that he fell in love with someone else.  

Tae aches and aches with it, in the water- with the scent blocker, Jimin can’t smell how upset and unhappy he is. “Is that’s what’s been keeping you up baby?” 

Tae swallows so quickly he nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Yes” he lies, but it’s not really a lie, not really. Just not the full truth. But Tae is scrambling to say anything but the real truth of the situation. 

“I'm sorry, I should have said something.” Tae is the worst, the absolute worst person to lie to his soulmate like this, to live a lie like this. After Jimin has just helped him through maybe one of the worst ruts in his existence.

“It’s okay,” Jimin presses his smile into his hairline, “now that I know for sure we can- we can court together yeah? Just like with kookie?” 

With the pack there had been more of a group- integration effort, but with Jungkook- Tae likes to think that they were every omega’s wet dream back then, maybe not the picture of financially stable alphas ready to open up their home to make a pack- but close. At least a little bit better than the college student fodder that Jungkook had combed through before. Sentimentality hooks it’s greedy claws into his heart.

They’re older now, more settled. Maybe the rut hasn’t entirely left Tae because the idea that he and Minnie, that the whole pack has something compelling to offer you makes him want to purr. 

Like he's been summoned by their reminiscing Jungkook pokes his head in the bathroom, “Are you guys good? Are you still working through the last wave?” Tae winces when he sees the sheer expanse and the number of bruises littering his chest and hips. He looks absolutely mauled.

"I'm sorry kookie" Jungkook just grins and ignores him. Something in the way he tips his head is inherently satisfied. happiness in Tae’s chest blooms and preens, whispers happily- I did that. But it’s just the last of the rut talking. 

“We’re just finishing up” Jimin presses a kiss to the nape of Tae’s neck, sets his weight more firmly back onto Tae’s feet but the alpha bobs. Jimin’s hands are back on Tae’s hips in an instant to keep him from falling over. “Can you get Joon? I think I need help getting him into the other nest room.” 

“Great, I've got cum in my hair” Jungkook leaves the door open on his way out and the cool air helps Tae settle back into himself. Wincing as he realizes what Jungkook’s just said. It’s kind of hopeless to think that the cum in his hair isn’t Tae’s at this point. 

Maybe he's more rut addle than he thinks he is, the last little bit of it still lingering skin deep because it takes him a second to realize what Jungkook said. 

 “Other?” Tae asks, Jimin smiles, and it seems more genuine than it has in days. Shame stirs like an anchor in Tae’s stomach, what kind of packmate is she if her distress has been weighing on Jimin so much and she didn’t even notice it?

“Y/n and Yoongi have been asking for you my love.”

You are splayed pretty in your nest when Namjoon fireman carries Tae in. Tae's skin is so sensitive that he can only bear to wear a pair of thin boxers but if you mind, you don't say anything. Yoongi must be somewhere else, helping clean up or cooking- who knows.

You look tired, but Tae's sure that she looks worse. You giggle when Namjoon tries to gently set him down with a dopy smile on his face only to be taken with Tae's weight. The other alpha is basically no help to lessen their descent and Tae thumps against the bed like a lead weight. Namjoon acts like setting his arm inside of your nest is just about the worse thing he could do. Apologizing profusely with a blush coating his cheeks when he pulls himself back up.  

"It's fine Joonie." Namjoon is all boyish grace, a swivel to his hips that says how happy he is as he lopes away, taking one last glance back at you and Tae and leaving the door open so that the rest of the pack can come to check up on you two. It's hard for them to be separated so soon after a rut but one room is hardly far. They'll have to handle it until they clean up the other room. 

It might take a few hours; you might not even be awake by the time they finish. You're always ready for another nap and Tae is exhausted, every inch of his body sore. He nearly whines when you shift close to him in the bed, soft and warm and like respite incarnate. 

Her cock is hurting, flaccid and heavy, and embarrassingly chaffed. Tae is always surprised how far her rut is willing to push her beyond the bounds of her body and her comfort. She doesn't even realize until you shove your knee in between her legs to get her to stop squeezing them to try and get some relief from the ache. You tuck your head under her chin. 

"You okay?" it might be awkward, but not now, not with you both so warn down and alone at last. You haven't been this way since the makeup room the other night, was it only 4 nights ago? How could that be? Tae's lost track of the days. 

Tae's arms wind around your shoulders, splaying. You smell clean and good, but not like the scent blockers and it feels heavenly. You've got such a subtle scent. Tae inhales a deep relaxed breath letting it soothe her aching lungs. "I'm fine. We didn't? keep you awake right?"

You laugh, and Tae tenses. "Oh no, I'm exhausted, but probably not as much as you" Tae's lungs hurt when she laughs, Tae will have the energy to feel guilty later, her arms are like lead weights right now. 

The click and hiss of someone opening up a window in the other room punctuate the quiet, and Tae fights her sleepiness to open her eyes and glance at you. Something in Tae relaxes something that hadn't eased through all the rut as she eyes your messy bed head, nuzzles along the top of it happily. 

Later she'll think about it, everything that happened and everything she saw. Wonder out loud if the specter was real or imagined. maybe she'll even ask you about it. 

Her fantasy lingers under every touch, even without you knowing Tae is still embarrassed enough by her own blatant wanting that she showed in pre-rut. Though now that she’s thinking about it- she’s not sure that part was pre-rut at all. 

But for now, she can put those questions to bed along with you. For now, you're peering up at her, hair all sleep ruffled and cute. It must barely be noon and yet. "Wanna nap with me?" nest cuddles are the best and everything here smells like chocolate cake. Tae sinks into the mattress, yours is so much squishier compared to theirs and it cradles Tae’s sore body like a yolk in an egg.   

You take her hand, lacing yours Together, folded over the pillow.

Tae's eyes are already closed, but he recognizes Jimin's barely blooming scent before he speaks from the doorway. “Sleep pups, you deserve it.” Jimin watches over you both, the last thing Tae feels is someone pulling a blanket over his bare shoulder. 

Together, you rest.

~

(Moonbyul)

Across the state, and a few cities away Moonbyul sharpens her knives with calm clarity. 

When she first took her job as Don, she never imagined that she’d like the bloodletting at all. Swore that she’d never come to appreciate the exact finesse that knives needed to become speakers. That she’d never love turning them into a special kind of truth potion. 

Everyone could hurt someone well enough to make them bleed, but few could hurt someone well enough to make them talk. 

Oh- How wrong she was. 

Over the last 6 months, she’s gotten good at getting people to reveal their secrets with them, come to enjoy it even. Her favorite knife isn’t the meat cleaver or the delicate Japanese chef's knife that one of her packmates got her 4 years ago as a present. No- her favorite knife is one so thin and sharp that it can slide clean between bone and ligament and lightly divorce one from the other.  

Pain isn't the only thing that can make people talk, there isn’t anything more startling than one moment having full use of your limbs and then to feel it slip away the next. Taking away the ability for someone to move each of their fingers, or knees, or feet. But she doesn't need to employ any of those powers today, no today is going to be easy. 

all the money in the world bets that the youth in front of her will be an easy victim, he's got wide eyes- cute if she were ever interested in alphas. He's a little young too. She won't even need a single nick as he’s scared enough of her to get him talking without any pain. It’s a pity. She bets he wouldn’t even move from the chair if she undid his bonds. It's unfortunate, fear like that is hard to buy, even harder to cultivate.

Her exterior is usually so unassuming that people aren’t afraid until it’s too late. 

They are 4 floors down and in a torture room of her own making, no one makes it out of these 4 walls alive but her or her gaurds. usually, she'd have one or two guards with her to make sure that a target didn't get the jump on her. It's happened before, just barely. Moonbyul is still a woman even if she is an alpha. 

But no one else can be trusted with this secret. No one. 

Her reputation must be growing by now, nearly 6 months into her reign and already at the point where even the most distal members of the gang were afraid of her. Good- she thinks it’s good that they know what will happen if they try and cross her. She leans down in front of him, her hair spilling out like a curtain as she smiles.

Her long thin blade clasped in one delicate hand, letting the other parts of her be soft. It was easy to call it forth now, people never expected an alpha to be soft, much less one in her position. 

“Tell me again, Beomgyu, tell me what you heard them say in the café that night- Every last word.”  

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It was late afternoon, a cold breeze sweeping through the streets. [___] was making his way home from the studio after a long day of recording the same song over and over again. He just couldn’t get it right, his voice never not sounding wrong in his ears. It was one of those days. Dysphoria clouding his every thought, making it hard to breathe. Wearing a binder for longer than recommended was also definitely not helping. 

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wip folder tag

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then let people send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

tagged by @crazy4myself ; thank you! i do love this game and you know me and my. . . .dozens of wips. . . .

im not including the ghostie drabble series or my requests bc those will remain a surprise lol

groovy baby // austin powers!jungkook x reader

gay demon jungkook outline

dom bottom namjoon

divorce lawyer tae

no masters or kings // prince!yoongi x male!reader

ella enchanted jimin

reincarnated hoseok x immortal reader

black widow reader

does your mother know jk

damaged love // knj

roman holiday jin

why do you only call me when you’re high // kth x reader x jhs

broken glass // jjk x reader x pjm

greened out // jjk x reader

you’re good to me // myg x reader

first cringe of morning // myg x trans!reader

flesh and stone // gargoyles au

myth student taehyung

storm student hoseok

balance student jin

life student namjoon

ice student yoongi

fire student jungkook

death student jimin

airbender taehyung

ember island player jungkook

fire nation general yoongi

southern water tribe jin

earth kingdom official namjoon

little mermaid // myg

frog prince PLOT

robin hood PLOT

swan lake PLOT

rapunzel PLOT

ophelia // kth x m!reader

sweet caroline // jjk x reader

jolene // myg + reader (ft ksj)

jessie’s girl // knj x m!reader (jhs)

hey there deliah // jhs x reader

michelle // ksj x reader

heather // pjm + reader (knj)

red roses jin

almost (sweet music) namjoon

producer man namjoon or yoongi

strawberries and cigerettes tae

toymaker jin

bathtub mermaid tae x reader

deep waters // yoongi x reader x jungkook siren au

siren jimin x reader

photographer jjk x merman reader

mermaid namjoon x anthropologist reader

half mermaid x merman hobi

gay pirate yoongi x merman reader

arranged marriage // ksj x reader

dragon hybrid jk x dragonlord!reader

taegi x reader

REWRITE lil meow meow // myg

new dad namjoon gay // firefighter namjoon

kind hearted // kth x reader x knj

YOUTH drabble series

guilty as sin // demon priests au 

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cool with you | jjk

title: cool with you

pairing: jungkook x trans male!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship au

summary: the dysphoria hits you as you're getting ready to go out with your friends but jungkook is there to make you feel better.

warnings: a little breakdown because of dysphoria, mentions of a gender-affirming surgery, jungkook calls you love because i'm a SLUT for that petname.

wordcount: 2.7k

note: hey 👀 so... i'm aware that there's not a lot of male!reader and trans male!reader content here so i wanted to try and write a cute little drabble for people who might want to read this type of content. i hope you like it a lot !!!

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"can i borrow one of your shirts?" you ask loud enough for jungkook to hear from the bathroom after having no luck finding a nice shirt in your side of the closet.

"of course you can," jungkook replies with his voice a little muffled and you turn to the open bathroom door, he's brushing his teeth. "you don't even have to ask." he adds.

"okay, thanks babe." you blow him a kiss and he winks at you before moving back to the sink.

you quickly find a nice oversized soft pink shirt with a darker pink drawing on it. you don't waste any time, taking your shirt off immediately and put his on, walking towards the mirror to check the look. it's a cute look, jungkook's shirt looks good with your baggy light blue jeans with wide pockets.

but you hate it. you like the fit but you hate how it looks on you. and it is all because of the same thing as always, your chest. your stupid chest that always ruins everything. you can see the curve on your shirt from your boobs even with your binder on and you fucking hate it. you hate it so much that when you look up to see the reflection of your face in the mirror you can notice how miserable you look all of the sudden.

it's not always like this. usually, you just suck it up because there's nothing you can do about it for now, but sometimes the dysphoria hits too much and it feels like you're drowning in all of your insecurities.

"ah, isn't that shirt cool?" jungkook speaks behind you and you turn around to look at him. his smile completely fades away as soon as he sees you. "what happened?" he asks, his wide eyes suddenly filled with worry.

you're so lucky to have jungkook, just one look at you and he already knows something is up. he always knows.

"i... i don't..." the worst thing is that you feel embarrassed to say it out loud.

jungkook has been your boyfriend for over two years. you met him when you had just started transitioning and he always supported you, right from the start. you know he will always be there to listen to your worries and insecurities because he loves you, so you shouldn't be embarrassed about things like this. but even after everything, it is still difficult.

you turn back to the mirror and take another look at yourself, slightly turning to check your profile. your shoulders drop and you sigh in disappointment when you can clearly see your stupid chest through the shirt.

"love." jungkook speaks with that gentle and careful tone, like he's thinking about what he could say to comfort you because of course he knows what's wrong. but he doesn't really say anything, he just walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror.

"what?" you avoid his eyes as yours go down to your chest, then to his arms wrapped around you. he has strong arms and they make your body look so small when he holds you like this. you kinda wish you were also big and strong like him, the only thing that's keeping you from having another dysphoria breakdown over not being bigger is how nice it feels to be held by him.

"you look really cool." your boyfriend says as he looks up and down your body but you can only sigh.

"i look stupid." you say.

"you don't." he lifts his head from your shoulder to instead nuzzle against your neck, leaving a sweet little kiss on it.

"i do," you insist and jungkook's breath hits your neck from how he sighs. "i don't even know why you..." you shut your mouth before finishing the sentence because it would hurt too much to say it but jungkook looks up from your neck with a frown and rests his chin on your shoulder again, never breaking the backhug.

"why i what?" he asks curiously, his eyes narrowed as they look straight into yours through the mirror.

"i don't- i don't know why you like me." the knot in your throat almost doesn't let you finish the sentence but you somehow do.

"what?" jungkook frowns, he looks at you like you've said the craziest thing he's ever heard. "literally what the hell are you talking about?" he actually sounds mad and you flinch a little at the tone of his voice but he instantly turns you around to face him and he cups your cheeks with his hands. "can you please tell me why you think that?"

"it's not that i think you don't like me," you clarify, suddenly feeling even smaller. "but i don't know... you like boys, and i don't look like a boy. it feels like i'm not... manly enough." you mutter, your voice so quiet with embarrassment that you're sure jungkook wouldn't have heard you if he wasn't so close to you.

"are you a boy?" jungkook asks simply.

"jungkook-"

"are you?"

"yes."

"then why are you saying those things?" he brushes your cheeks with his thumbs. "i could not care less about what's under your clothes and if you look more or less manly, whatever the hell that means."

"but i care," you say and immediately look down when your voice breaks and the first tear rolls down your cheek. you can hear jungkook sigh, not an annoyed sigh but a defeated sigh, you know this is not easy for him either and you can't blame him. "i'm so tired." you put your hands over your face as you start crying and jungkook wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him in a warm hug.

"it's okay, love, i'm here." he rubs your back as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head on his chest, not having half a mind to feel bad for wetting his shirt with your tears.

"i just want to feel good with myself, it's all i've wanted for years, but it's so hard." you sob against his chest.

"i know it is." jungkook hums and holds your head to his chest with one of his hands, slowly brushing your hair to try and calm you down a little.

"i go out and strangers refer to me as a girl, i look in the mirror and i don't see a boy, my body sucks... i fucking hate it." you're full on sobbing now. you're crying like a baby and jungkook is so gentle with you, he holds you until your sobs have turned into little whimpers and a little headache is starting to bother you. that's what you hate about crying, the headache after.

"look at me, y/n." jungkook speaks softly, as if not to disturb you.

you look up at him and he quickly brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently and starting to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry." you sniff and he frowns.

"why are you sorry, love?" jungkook leans down and leaves a kiss on your forehead that makes you feel a little giddy even in your current state.

"i don't know," you force a chuckle. "for crying over something so stupid."

"it's not stupid," he shakes his head. "it's something that is upsetting you, that's never something stupid."

"i love you." you say and feel a little better when he smiles.

"i love you too," jungkook gives your lips a little kiss. "and you look fucking cool with this fit." he adds.

"i don't," you insist and ignore the way he rolls his eyes to turn around again and look in the mirror. "i'll wear a big hoodie or something, anything that covers this." you point towards your chest in frustration.

"it's really hot outside, if you wear a hoodie you're gonna melt into the ground." jungkook says and sits on the edge of your bed, not taking his eyes off of you.

"i don't care," you say. "those are the types of things you have to endure, but you wouldn't understand," you turn around to gesture at him with your hand. "you already have that flat chest, you have nothing to worry about."

"don't hate the player." he puts his hands up and you can't help but chuckle a little.

"stupid..." you mumble as you go back to look for some other clothes in the closet.

"also, not to brag but i might have more boobs than you." jungkook jokes and you throw your head back in laughter. you appreciate that he knows how to make you laugh in moments like this.

"yeah, if you don't stop going to the gym." you say, going through his clothes.

"you want me to stop going to the gym?" he asks and you turn around to look at him. jungkook is looking at you with a dangerous smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

"careful," you warn him and he breaks in a laugh. "you know i don't want you to stop going." you walk towards him until you're standing between his spread legs.

"i know," jungkook hums as you run your hand through his soft hair. he puts his hands on your thighs as to keep you in place, his fingers playing with the side pockets of your jeans. "you love using my chest as a pillow, of course i would know." he says, making you laugh.

"they are really squishy." you bring your free hand to his chest and poke one of his pecs, making him squirm away from you.

"stop!" he giggles, grabbing your wrist to pull it away. he ends up intertwining your fingers together.

"you use my chest as a pillow too." you say as you keep playing with his hair with your other hand.

"should i not?" he asks, voice a bit softer now as he gives your hand he's holding a little squeeze. you know he's still careful around certain topics sometimes.

"you can, it's okay." you shrug with a little smile because you find him so cute.

"okay." he nods and suddenly lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your middle and pull you closer, his head pressed to your stomach.

"will you... will you miss my boobs when i don't have them anymore?" you ask quietly. both of your hands are on his hair now, playing with the soft strands between your fingers.

"huh?" he hums.

"i mean, i know you like them..." you trail off but he doesn't say anything so you keep talking. "i wonder if you would prefer me with boobs."

jungkook pulls away just enough to look up at you. "what are you talking about?"

"i don't know."

"love, i just told you i don't give a shit what's under your clothes," he says. "i fell in love with you, not with your boobs, you know."

a little smile grows on your face. "i fell in love with your boobs, actually." you tease him and he chuckles a little.

"okay, but seriously," jungkook continues. "i'll like you just the same when you have a flat chest. i'll like you even more because i know you're gonna be a lot happier."

"so you don't care that i'm not gonna have boobs anymore?"

"even if i cared, who gives a fuck what i think about it?" he frowns. "you're the one who decides what you want to do with your body."

"i know." you nod.

"so please, don't let those ugly thoughts cloud that pretty head, okay?" he says as he slips his hands under your (his) shirt and places them on your waist, just leaving them there like he needs that skin to skin contact. "in my eyes you're fucking gorgeous now and you'll be fucking gorgeous after."

you can't help but smile and bend down a little to kiss him, your hands slipping down from his hair to his cheeks.

"i love you." you say after breaking the kiss.

"i love you more," he smiles and gives you another kiss. "you're so handsome, love."

"okay, enough with the praises," you giggle as you stand up straight again. "i know you enough to know where this is going and i don't wanna be late."

"it's not my fault you're horny all the time," he pouts and you gasp, letting your jaw drop dramatically. "you know it's true, so don't even try to act offended."

"i hate you." you sigh and turn around to walk back to the closet.

"you don't." he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you take jungkook's shirt off your body and grab one of his favorite hoodies, putting it on and walking to the mirror. you check your profile and sigh in relief at how the thick material doesn't let your chest pop out as much as the shirt, but you're still a little disappointed.

"you know i've been promoted at work, soon we will-"

"jungkook, stop." you cut him off, already knowing where this is going.

"soon we will afford the mastectomy." he says either way and you sigh, turning to him.

"you're not gonna pay for it, jungkook." you try to sound as serious as you can because you know how stubborn he is. you actually know he's not gonna listen either way because you've talked about this so many times before so you don't really know why you keep trying.

"i'm not gonna pay for it, i'm just gonna help." jungkook replies easily with a shrug of his shoulders.

"this is my thing, i have to pay for it myself." you insist.

"love, you know you can't afford it."

"that's why i'm saving up."

"and that's also why i'm saving up too, because i wanna help you pay it." jungkook says.

"jungkook."

"if we save up together this will be over sooner, do you know that?"

you go quiet.

"it breaks my heart to see you like this, to see you so frustrated because you want something and you can't have it." jungkook stands up and walks slowly towards you. "just let me help you. i want to do this with you." he takes one of your hands in his and you lower your head to look at them. your hands look so small in his, but that's also something you kinda like.

"i don't want you to waste money on me." you mutter.

"i'm not gonna waste that money," jungkook says. "thanks to that money i'm gonna see you happier and more confident than ever, i can't fucking wait to spend that money on it."

you exhale through your nose and lift your head up again to look at him. "you're too sweet."

"i know." he sighs dramatically, making you laugh again.

"i love you."

"i love you too," jungkook whispers before kissing you again. "my pretty boy."

"stop..." you warn him and he chuckles.

"c'mon, go get ready." he gives your ass a little slap.

"do you think i look good like this?" you step back a little to let him see the look.

"you look great," jungkook says. "i love it when you wear my clothes."

"i love wearing your clothes," you smile wide and grab your phone from the nightstand. "i should get going."

"mh, okay." he nods as he walks out of the bedroom, you follow him.

"don't wait for me, i'll probably be out until late." you tell him and jungkook hums.

"okay, tell eunji happy birthday for me." he says and walks to the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before sitting down.

"i will." you say while he starts looking for something to watch on the tv. your gaze goes down to your body, fixing the hoodie a little.

"love," jungkook calls you and you look up, he's already looking at you. "you look so good." he says.

"do i really?"

"yes," he nods. "so good that if you don't leave now i won't be able to let you go."

you throw your head back as you laugh. "okay."

"have fun, keep me updated if anything happens." he tells you and you just hum.

"love you!" you say as you disappear down the corridor towards the door.

"love you more, handsome!"

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A/N: i hope you liked this little fic !!! as a non binary person with craaaaaazy dysphoria this one has an important place in my heart, all of us live through these things in different ways but i hope you enjoyed this story. thank u for reading <3 let me know if you would like to read more about this couple in the future 👀

(also, i'm still working on the part two for basic needs so hang in there !! it's coming)

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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 

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[tipsydipsydo]

(Trans male ToD 💚) For Hoseok; Truth: If you had to decide who is the cuter bunny, Jungkook or I? Dare: I dare you to edge me to the point of tears, in front of the members and call me your bunny or baby boy.

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! ♡

*Hoseok chuckles lowly, finding it incredibly adorable how you're chewing with a slight pout on your lower lip and look at Kookie with an awfully cute jealous glare. Since a few weeks you try to fight the popular bunny's cuteness and you chosed in the last days some... surprising methods to push Guk from his throne*

"Oh Baby... what kind of undertone is there in your question? Is it Jealousy? Hm Baby? Want to be a cute Bunny for Bangtan too? Want to be my sweet Bunny, little Boy? Hm, when you ask me for my honesty... I have to admit that I like you, as my dirty little Playbunny, a little more than Jungkook. Simply because you're always such a good and obedient boy for me. Always following my instructions, always taking my punishments and my fat cock in your sweet tiny holes so fucking well. You're my favourite Fuckbunny Baby Boy, be proud of it! And now, no more Jealousy anymore, yes?"

*Hoseok's lips curls even more into a smug smirk and licks provocatively over his lower lip, just in the manner that drives both, Jungkook and you, absolutely crazy.*

"Oh my, my, my... my cutest Baby Bunny Boy is so needy~ But you asked me so nicely, you even almost begged me to edge and tease you until you cry, so I think I could forgive you for your needy impatience. Hm, my sweet Bunny Boy, what about sitting onto my face and let me drive you insane withmy rapper tongue? Riding my face and spill all your delicious juices all over my face? What about I’d wrap my lips around your sweet bundle of nerves and abuse it while you're making out with Jungkook above me? His big hands grabbing your round ass cheeks and pull them apart for me, so I could tease you a little more with your fluffy bunny tail buttplug... I know you like that, Bunny Boy... let us all see how my cute Bunnies are messing around with each other~"

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Please Stay With Me ~ 2

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“Well?” Hoseok prodded for answers. The sun was setting, casting everything in an orange glow. Yoongi had left for his own room to “turn in early.” Jimin followed shortly after, and now Carter sat stiff on the sofa. Hoseok and Taehyung sat on either side of him, so close they practically sat on his lap. Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook sat cross-legged on the floor as if being told a story.

    “Well what?” Carter played dumb.

    All the boys rolled their eyes or sighed in frustration. “Well...Yoongi???” Hoseok pressed further.

    Carter raised an eyebrow, “How old are we? Is this a twelve-year-old girl’s slumber party?” He stood, not sure where he was going but stepping past the boys on the floor to give himself some room.

    “So we’re supposed to forget that he practically made out with you in front of us the last time you saw him?” Hoseok asked.

    “That was a long time ago,” Carter replied flatly.

    “So?” Hoseok actually looked a little sad.

    Carter swallowed his guilt, “so I’m here to see my friends and to support and be beside all of you while i can. Yoongi included.”

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    In Yoongi’s room Jimin sat perched on the end of his bed while Yoongi pawed through his bag trying to avoid interaction.

    “Well?” Jimin finally spoke up.

    “Well what?” Yoongi replied coolly.

    “Well...Carter.”

    “What about him?” Yoongi’s voice trembled just slightly.

    “Well aren’t you at least happy to see him?” Jimin spoke softly trying not to irritate him too much.

    “Of course I am,” Yoongi replied. He hadn’t noticed but he was frantically digging through his bag, scattering clothes about the floor, “he’s our friend. Of course i’m happy.”

    “Yoongi…”

    “I don’t know what you expect me to say,” Yoongi’s voice was soft this time. “You all know what happened back then. It was good. Amazing in fact. I’ve never been an open person, but you saw it on my face didn’t you? I couldn’t hide anything around him.” He composed himself with a deep breath, “but that was a long time ago. People change. It’s different now. This isn’t just about my feelings.”

    “You could at least talk to him,” Jimin offered.

           “Maybe so,” Yoongi agreed, “I'm sorry... I'd like to be alone right now.” Not once had Yoongi looked at Jimin.

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                         Carter shut the door to their room behind him. He couldn't contain the shaking of his hands or the heartbeat drumming in his ears. He took a deep breath before setting off to his own room. His fingertips felt frozen as he passed Yoongi's door and froze. Move! His mind screamed at his legs to move, but he couldn't. He only stood there wanting so badly to go inside. He's sleeping, he thought. He's sleeping so you should go too. Before he could do anything the door opened, making him jump back to his senses.

            “Carter!” Jimin’s voice rang.

            “Hey!” He replied with a smile.

             “You get a chance to talk to Yoongi yet?” He said bluntly.

              Carter blinked, “no uh...he kinda left in a hurry.” He could practically feel Yoongi seething from inside the room.

             “Well I think you should...soon,” Jimin replied.

             “I will. Promise,” Carter said, smiling awkwardly.

              “Good. See you tomorrow then? We'll be up early so you should get some rest.”

              “Thanks Jimin.” They exchanged goodbyes and Carter headed to his room feeling heavier than before. He shoved his bag into the closet and flopped onto the bed. He laid there watching the light in the room fade from gold to soft blue, and finally dissolving into city lights twinkling through the window. A knock came at his door, jolting him back to his senses. He mumbled as he opened the door, “Jimin I told you I-” but it wasn't Jimin at the door. Instead, he was met with Yoongi’s heart-stopping crooked smile.

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Winter’s Cellist

Yoongi x Trans!Reader (MTF)

Prince Yoongi fell in love with a girl who didn’t look too much like what he imagined a girl to be when he was young. The way they played music together promised a connection not even magic could break.

Mstrlst in bio!

Prince Min Yoongi was next in line for the throne. This, everyone knew. He worked so well and was quite organized. He hated crowds or being the center of attention, however, and he was usually snoozing in a tree or some other arbitrary place. Other than those two flaws, everyone believed he would be a great King because despite his love for sleep and hatred of attention, he had created many good programs and systems to make the kingdom run more smoothly.

Most who visited the palace were lucky if they even got a glimpse of him unless they came to the Winter’s Ball which was hosted by the Min family every year since as long as the young prince was alive. He was in his late twenties, and so he was young, but that didn’t stop the castle from whispering about his relationship status.

“Is it true Prince Yoongi has turned down yet another proposal?”

Or lack thereof.

“Quite true. I saw the princess crying with my own two eyes. I swear she would’ve turned the prince to stone if it weren’t for her guards.”

The long haired footman scratched his head, “I thought his last suitor was male.”

“Prince McEwan and Princess Jisoo were very close in sending their proposals, but Liam’s father wanted the two to get married and not the prince himself. Princess Jisoo’s was legit.” The other handsome older man explained.

“Ah, I see. That makes the 300th one this year, doesn’t it?” They were making popcorn strings with colored popcorn.

He nodded, “Oh, there he comes.”

The men bowed, “Your highness.”

Prince Yoongi was in his royal sporting wear as he went to the courts to play some basketball, but he stopped and stared at the two men.

“What are you doing?” He asked in ernest.

“We’re beginning to decorate for the Winter Ball, your highness. We only have two weeks to get everything done.”

He blinked and then blinked again. The Prince looked around and saw wreaths on doors and candles in windows not yet lit. There were some ladies on ladders hanging up lights and others twirling with tinsel. Winter Ball. It was getting colder. He couldn’t help but smile.

“It is that time of the year again, isn’t it? I had forgotten.” He turned to see his best friend and Prince of the Mono Kingdom. “Wait! Have the musicians arrived yet?”

Prince Namjoon shrugged. Yoongi tossed him the ball and said he would be at the courts as soon as he checked something out. He knew his friend too well and decided to help the older men since it would take Yoongi long for his friend to come back. The two men gawked at how fast their prince moved.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him run this fast.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him run at all!”

Namjoon chuckled knowing the reason why his dear friend was running and were he was running to. For every ball, there was a different band of musicians that would show up to play for the occasion. Yoongi loved music and was required to attend, so he would usually just show up just to listen to the band play. However, there was a special girl in the Winter Band, and he wanted to make sure she was doing ok, wanted to make sure she had arrived at the castle before he could focus on anything again.

There she was. The cellist was pulling her clear case behind her as she was lead to her room by one of the round servants roaming the castle. Her hair was not in its formal bun and rustled by her ears as she moved. Prince Yoongi just sighed as he watched her walking with jeans and a pair of converse wedges.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, hyung?” a voice asked too closely.

Yoongi jumped and nearly punched the person, but it was just Prince Jungkook with Namjoon’s brother Taehyung. Both had servants carrying art supplies nearby.

“Who’s she?” Prince Taehyung asked.

“The cellist of the group I had you guys design outfits for this summer when you came to visit. I hadn’t realized how close the ball was since you guys all arrive so early.”

Jungkook nodded, “The red and white ones?”

Yoongi replied, “Yep. I’m going to go see what she thinks of it. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Let us know what they say!” Taehyung called after the enamored Prince.

With a wave in reply, the two artistic princes went to find a good scene to paint in front of. It was always such fun when they Princes of the Seven Kingdoms got together. Their friendship and close bond assured that there would be peace between the lands for many years to come once these princes became Kings in their own rights.

Prince Yoongi saw her walk into the bedroom and she gasped.

“Is this for me?” She asked the servant.

Yoongi was the one who replied, “Yes. I had all the outfits of the Winter Band custom made this year. Do you like it?”

“Very much, but you did not have to do this.”

“I wanted to, (Y/N).”

She smiled, “You remembered.”

He nodded, “I could never forget you.” Yoongi cleared his throat at the servant who began bringing in her luggage. “Did your travel go well, (Y/N)?”

“It did. Might I ask what the Prince is dressed for?”

Yoongi looked down at his basketball shorts and matching tank top, “Well, I was about to go shoot some hoops before I realized that you’d be arriving today. I wanted to see you.”

“You’re always so kind to me, your highness. I appreciate it so very much.” She smiled gratefully.

“Anything for a childhood friend like you.” He gazed at her with such kindness in his eyes. Then Yoongi cleared his throat. “I see you brought your electric cello this year.”

“Well, you did give it to me last year. I wanted to use your gift in front of you. I’ve been practicing a lot on it, but I’ll be playing it in public for the first time at the ball.”

He couldn’t help but smile, “I can’t wait to see it. I uh, I should get going now. Hopefully we can play together before the Winter’s Ball. Like we used to.”

“Me too.” She bowed. “I’ll see you around, princey.”

She used the informal nickname she had used when they were kids together. Yoongi smiled and left, his heart full of joy. He made sure to tell his servants that (Y/N) and her band had top priority in entertainment guests and to treat her well. Then the prince returned to Namjoon who was talking to his older brother Jin, the heir to the Kim throne, as they handed ornaments to decorators.

“Joon-ie, sorry that took so long. She loved the dress, though. Let’s go play.”

“Ok!”

The others thanked the young prince for his help.

~~~~~

Yoongi was 10 and in an uncomfortable suit. He didn’t like wearing the dumb crown or being talked to by all these people. They were just being nice to him because he was royalty. It was obvious to tell how fake they were being. Everyone who spoke to him only did so to get in good with the younger child of the Min Royals, so he would say something nice about them later. So he ran out of the room after biting a bejeweled hand as hard as he could.

He threw his crown too, not caring where it landed. Prince Yoongi just wanted to be alone! Why did everyone have to want his attention? Why didn’t his parents or anyone else for that matter listen to him when he said he didn’t wanna go to the dumb party? Even his older brother told him just to deal with it.

Then he heard crying nearby as he wiped his own lonely tears.

“Hello?”

It was a girl in a golden yellow dress. She froze and told him to go away. He didn’t and instead handed her the random fabric that was folded into a square and resided in his chest pocket.

“You’re crying more than I am. Here.”

She took it and rubbed her eyes, “Thanks.”

He sat next to her, “Why are you sad?”

“Why are you?” She threw the question back at him.

“I asked first. I’ll tell you mind if you say yours.”

She nodded, “The band director said I can’t play with them unless I wear a suit. Suits are for boys! I’m not a boy! I really wanted to play for the royal family too. I worked so hard. I promise I’m good.” She began crying again.

Yoongi looked around and jumped off the bench, “Follow me.”

“Wait, why were crying?”

“Prince Yoongi, there you are!” A voice called.

He grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her through the garden, both running as fast as possible and hiding behind a poodle shaped shrub. The two then snuck out and didn’t stop moving until they climbed inside a window.

“You’re the prince?” She asked.

Yoongi nodded, “Yeah. Please don’t treat me differently.” he turned on the light.

“As long as you don’t treat me differently either.”

“Why would I…” Yoongi trailed off.

She looked nothing like what he thought she would. (Y/N) was taller than him and had a very short cut that was popular among younger boys. Yoongi just had his styled specially for this occasion but his hair looked like that too.

“Are you a boy?” The little prince asked.

She shook her head, “No. I’m a girl, but no one believes me. Not even my band director.”

“I believe you.” Yoongi said. “I brought you to the music room so I could hear you play for me. You said you were good at cello, right?”

The girl nodded.

Yoongi got out a white one, “Then can I hear you?”

She got into a chair to help her hold the large cello and started to play a beautiful song. It was sort of sad sounding, but it was beautiful. The young prince knew this tune since it was of a lullabye his favorite maid used to sing before she got too sick to care for him. The girl’s eyes were closed in concentration as her small fingers carefully played the instrument.

He hadn’t heard it in years. The maid had taught him how to play it on piano, so he opened the pristine grand and tried to see if his fingers remembered it. They did. The young girl smiled at him for a moment and then the two didn’t look at each other again. All eyes were shut tight, but they heard each other’s souls and spirits as they played together.

The very next evening, Yoongi had gotten her a chance to play it on stage with him cheering her on from the side. The people were crying at how beautifully she played and fired the band director for not having her play with the rest of the group. She came to the palace every winter and played for the Min Royals since then.

Yoongi and (Y/N) usually had a day where they’d play that song together. Just the two of them meeting in the music room and just being themselves for just a moment. Not a prince and a girl from a far away land, but musicians doing what they loved.

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It wasn’t until two years ago when the Prince started leaving her flowers and other gifts when she visited. He hadn’t yet told her that he liked her more than just a musical partner but as a romantic one as well.

He wanted to do that this year before the ball was over. But would his parents let him marry a girl who wasn’t royalty? They had too. He loved her.

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The first day of the ball was here. Guests would start arriving in two hours time. The seven kind princes continued to help put up last minute decorations with the staff just as they always had. When the boys heard the graceful moan of a cello, they noticed how Prince Min Yoongi began to smile.

Then one of their oldest and most trusted servants entered and bowed low, “Prince Yoongi, your parents would like to have a private word with you in the family tea room. They said I was to drag you if you would not come among your own choice.”

He frowned and looked in the direction of the beautiful tune, “Fine.” He sighed.

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“Yoongi, my dear son!” King Min said as his son bowed to him in respect. “I am so glad you got here so soon. Your mother and I have something important to tell you.”

Queen Min nodded, “Please sit down, my dear son.”

Yoongi sat and tea was poured for all three of them by their servant. Then the room was empty. Just the three of them since his older brother had gone to another kingdom after getting married to their queen. Something of the sort is what his parents wanted to talk about to their younger son, heir to the Min Throne.

“Yoongi, out of all the parties we’ve had and all the proposals you’ve gotten, is there anyone you’ve had a special liking for or turned down out of fear or some sort of similar emotion?” She asked, back straight. “Do you reject everyone because of your antisocial tendencies or because you genuinely do not think any of them deserve the throne once your father and I pass on?”

Her husband placed his hand on top of her’s, “We’ve received word that you’ve rejected over 300 royals this year. That’s a new record. We’re not getting any younger and would like to have at least the hope of a proper heir being conceived after we’ve passed.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted kids, though, and with science and a bit of magic it was possible for anyone to conceive. He had been worried before about his feelings, but having a baby wasn’t the problem. Being in love with someone who wasn’t royalty was.

The prince took a sip of his tea, “Mom, Dad, I…”

Their posture became expectant.

“I don’t have any interest in getting married to these people who only want to higher their status. I wanna get married to someone I love.”

Queen min scoffed, “The love comes after, and they might even be the perfect pair because of a logical companionship instead of love.”

“Other Kings have consorts. It’s not that hard to secure the family line!”

“This doesn’t matter! You drank enchanted tea. It will make sure you ask for someone’s hand in marriage before the ball is over. That’s three days, Yoongi. A Christmas proposal. Choose wisely.” The mother stormed out.

King Min sighed, “I’m sorry, son. We had no other choice. Your mother and I have been patient and understanding and forgiving for way too long.”

“Do you not love or trust me enough to do the best for our kingdom?”

“We did this because we are doing the best for our kingdom. We love you, Yoongi, but we love our kingdom too.”

Yoongi left to his room and refused to shed tears of frustration. He tried to throw up, but nothing came out. He wiped his lips as he finished kneeling in front of the toilet and returned to his bed chamber where the royal dressers were there to do his hair and makeup and get him in his royal outfit for tonight’s ball.

White dress shirt and black pants he put on himself. As he sat, his hair was styled to be clean and neat while a thick white ribbon was tied into a loose bow around his neck. Black dress shoes were slid on and polished. Makeup artists did their work hiding all the blemishes they deemed unfit for royalty. He stood and a red and black lace patterned blazer was thrown on his shoulders

Next thing, Yoongi knew, he was holding a sparkling green drink and sitting on his throne. His brother was arriving soon with his wife. Greetings were said. Yoongi wondered if they had given enchanted tea to his brother as well or if his heart had truly stuck with the superficial royals they were surrounded with. He’d ask another time when he could mingle.

On the first night, the Min Family did not interact with guests. He could hear the cello from where he sat but could not hear her. She wouldn’t be wearing the dress tonight but on the last night to fit the color theme. Day 1: Red, Day 2: Green, Day 3: Any holiday colors (red, green, white, blue, silver, etc)

The prince didn’t say anything to his parents and excused himself early to go to bed. He couldn’t leave, though. The tea’s magic was very specific. He had to greet five possible partners before he was allowed to go. Only two had approached him. Most of the candidates in the room had already been rejected by the stoic prince beforehand.

A graceful black haired girl bowed in front of him in an overly bright red gown, “Greetings, dear Prince Yoongi, I am Witch Seulgi. It seems you have turned down most of my other sisters, but I would like to let you know that I am interested in having your hand in marriage.” Her blue eyes gave an unnatural sparkle as if her irises were embedded with aquamarine.

“Yes. I shall take your proposal under consideration.”

She gave a stern nod, “Please, take this gem as a gift from me. It has not been enchanted or hexed, I assure you. I simply wanted you to have a reminder of your consideration.” A light blue jewel in the shape of a heart was placed in Yoongi’s hands.

Then Seulgi bowed and walked away. Three hours later, two more suitors came back to back and then Yoongi went to bed. He didn’t even remember any of the people who had asked for his hand tonight. They were all so boring and yet blue eyes stayed strong in his mind.

Seulgi. Witch Seulgi. She was from the Velvet Kingdom which specialized in dark magic. Their origins were quite negative, but with her and her sisters ruling together the kingdom had become a place for free but monitored magic. No more kidnapping unwilling people for sacrifices.

He looked at the jewel which sat on his desk. Talking to their local wizard Bang, he assured the family it had no magical properties. The other girls and guys had given him many gifts to be remembered by, but the Queen Witch stayed in his mind. Looking at the gem he didn’t notice the poinsettia petal that arrived under the door, the symbol (Y/N) and him came up with to make sure the other knew they wanted to play together.

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The next day, seven proposals occured, but Yoongi wanted to find Seulgi. When he did, the two danced together to the distant music and talked. They shared many ideas about what they wanted their kingdoms to do if they ever did get married. Magic would be taught in schools to the humans that resided in the Min Kingdom, most likely through music. The same amount of strictness with rules and laws.

Maybe this would work out. Why was Yoongi so against marrying a Princess anyways? Perhaps his own prejudgements had made him blind to the good and human sides of some of the royalty. Seulgi’s wit was so charming and her eyes. He asked if it was natural, the sparkle.

“All Witch royalty have unique eye colors like mine. It’s a symbol of our lineage. There were so many false humans who used learned magic to claim the throne, so our ancestors charmed the bloodline.”

“That is very clever.” Yoongi smiled, showing his gums, “Your family is quite smart. What happened to the liars?”

“Died in our dungeons. We didn’t want their toxic souls as part of our sacrifices but they had to be punished.”

Yoongi nodded and looked around, “Would you like to take a walk with me?”

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The third night had arrived. At breakfast, Yoongi sat with the other six princes.

“You were out quite late last night, Yoongs.” Jin said.

Namjoon agreed, “Yeah. I didn’t see (Y/N) either. Did you two ditch the ball?”

He shook his head, “Nope. I went to the gardens with Seulgi and watched her do some magic. She controls water, isn’t that cool?”

Jungkook tilted his head, “Witch Seulgi? You’re interested in her? What about (Y/N)?”

“Did you guys at least play together yet?” Asked Prince Hoseok who seemed to always be smiling, except for now. He was worried for his friend’s mind. Had he moved on so quickly?

“Nah. I just...I should try to marry someone royal, shouldn’t I? My parents would never accept (Y/N) as my wife since she’s not a princess.”

Taehyung couldn’t believe his ears, “You just said a week ago that you were marrying for love and you were going to marry her because love was more important than anything! You literally said you’d denounce the throne if your parents refused to accept you two.”

Prince Yoongi shrugged, “I changed my mind. Funnily enough, I think she did too. She hasn’t sent me a petal this year. I was really looking forward to playing with her too.”

The other six boys looked at each other and knew something had gone wrong. Yoongi was called away to get dressed and so they came up with a plan to figure things out before the night was gone. Namjoon and Jin would go to (Y/N) and ask her side of things. She was playing a song but sobbing as she did.

“Hello there.” Jin asked.

She stood and bowed, “Princes Kim Jin and Kim Namjoon. What do I owe the pleasure of your company?” She quickly pat her tears.

Namjoon gave her a tissue, “We were wondering if you had anything to say about avoiding Prince Yoongi. He says you haven’t sent him the poinsettia flower promising you’d play together.”

“I have too!” She snapped. “He’s been ignoring me. He won’t even spare me a glance when he passes by the musicians. He’s with that Witch! I...they’re good people but I’m not sure. Why else would he ignore me? He hasn’t said it before, but I was sure he loved me.”

Jin nodded, “He does. He really does. This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Our younger brother said that you were to have a solo tonight.”

She nodded, “Yes, I’ve been trying to practice but I just get so sad and can’t focus. I feel so betrayed.”

“Would you be willing to learn this peace?” Namjoon handed her sheet music. “Yoongi and I have been working on it the past year. He was going to play it yesterday, but he’s been...preoccupied.”

Looking at the sheet and the title, (Y/N) agreed to learn the piece.

~~~~

Prince Hoseok and Prince Jungkook were looking for clues on to why their friend was acting so strangely. They were going to check his bed chambers and then bowed to the King and Queen. Something clicked in the older prince’s mind.

“Your majesties.” Hoseok called. “I am wondering if you were aware, or if it’s just me...however, I do believe your son Yoongi to be acting quite strangely. He’s more…”

“Involved.” Jungkook piped up.

He nodded, “Yes, involved with the visiting royalty this year. It just seems so sudden to us and were wondering if you had any idea.”

The younger man realized the Queen looking rather regretful as if she had done something wrong while Hoseok’s eyes were trained on the king.

“It seems he’s turned over a new leaf. I for one am proud of my dear son--”

“No.” Said the Queen. “We’re not hiding this, husband.” She locked stern eyes with the two princes and told them about the enchanted tea.

It was very specific to the type of girl they wanted Yoongi to fall for. Someone who would be good for the economy of the kingdom but also kind and good to their son and to their subjects. Someone beautiful but pure of heart.

“It has a deadline, which is why the change seems so sudden and like he’s moving too fast. We lost our patience but we do want him to be happy.”

The king spoke, “Yes. He’ll be back to normal by the strike of midnight once he proposes to who we suspect to be Witch Seulgi. Magic in our kingdom! I can’t wait to see it.” He chimed. “The wedding will be beautiful! I’ve been planning for years!”

The couple bowed and left. Running past tinsel and bells, they met up with Taehyung and Jimin who were talking to staff and getting their handsome faces fed. The two men bowed and joined up with the ones who had found the answer.

Everyone met up at the pool. They were swimming and paused to talk. There was nothing they could do against magic that had been in his system for so long. All they could do was hope that (Y/N)’s performance with Prince Yoongi would remind him where his heart was, with her.

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Prince Yoongi was all gussied up in his most royal outfit. He wore his sash covered in jewels and awards from doing good and spreading positivity and love to the world. It was green with red accents all over. White rope led to silver clasps on the jacket. Yoongi entered the ballroom with all eyes on him and saw his glass piano in the center of the room. There was a chair next to it.

Right, he was to perform with that musician girl. It would be a good way to say goodbye and let her know that they were not meant to be. Yoongi would marry a Princess as what was always expected of him. A royal as beautiful as the sun and magic in her soul. And not the first human he ever loved. His piano was his first love as it would always be, but (Y/N) opened his heart to humanity. He just couldn’t marry her. She wasn’t royal. Wasn’t what his parents wanted.

He kissed Seulgi’s cheek and sat down. Then the girl came down in...the dress. The dress he had gotten specifically made for her. The red accents framed her shoulders beautifully. The leafy pattern connecting the top to the rest of the white dress that sparkled as it moved. Her electric cello was brought to the place where she would sit.

Yoongi couldn’t ignore the fact that his heart caught in his chest. He wanted to be with her, he really did but...no. No. Not royal. Family first. He had to do what was expected of him and Seulgi was a good woman, a witch with a pure heart. Him and (Y/N) could still be friends. Him and the princess had talked about it, and she said she could never stop him from being best friends with someone as good as (Y/N). But nothing beyond that. No benefits.

As she sat down, the two shared a friendly smile, but she seemed different. Conflicted. Cold and yet oh so worried about something. Yoongi would ask her later. All eyes were on them. She looked over at the Kim siblings who gave a firm nod. Had they become friends as well? All the better! She could marry one of them and be happier than she would have ever been with him.

Looking at the sheet music, he realized he hadn’t given it to her before. Why was she playing with him? Hopefully she wouldn’t mess things up and embarrass him in front of his future wife. He checked his pocket. The ring was there. He’d propose after the song. His parents knew this.

Yoongi played the first note and she began playing along. It was like old times but so much more. The Prince remembered growing up with her. The first time he saw her with long hair, his stomach did flips. Even when she had styled it shorter, it was a more feminine cut. He was so happy that she was becoming the girl she wanted to be. He would’ve loved her no matter what she looked like.

His favorite memory was the third night two years ago. When he realized he loved her. She was playing in a silver trimmed suit like the rest of the band, but it looked gold to him. Yoongi didn’t understand why his heart suddenly started pounding but when he saw her hair pop out of the rubber band that was holding it out of her face, he saw her worried face but to him. To Prince Yoongi he wanted to run his fingers through her hair and kiss her.

Yes kiss her and never stop. Although other murmured about her being so unprofessional, he thought (Y/N) looked so beautiful.

Later that night he did under the mistletoe. Then she left. Then tonight. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he going to propose to her and to Seulgi instead? Yes, the witch was kind but she didn’t have his heart. (Y/N) did.

“But I still want you…” The lyrics he never finished stood out in his mind.

The song ended. Everyone clapped. The two joined hands and bowed.

“Everyone. I have an announcement to make. I have decided to propose tonight to the one girl with a personality I adore.”

People gasped and talked amongst themselves.

Prince Yoongi continued, “She is a woman of good taste and a pure heart. The purest I have ever seen, and I have previously hurt it with my ignorance. My cold attitude is a part of who I am but not everything. She saw that. She adores me for who I am and not because I am a prince, though I am not sure we would have ever met if I were not one. I would never want to marry anyone else.”

Seulgi smiled and stepped in the direction she knew was right. The prince got on one knee. The people gasped once more as he completely disregarded the princess and turned to the woman who he had met in the garden with tears staining her cheeks.

“Will you marry me, (Y/N)? We have played together many times before, and so I hope you say yes so we can make beautiful music with each other forever!”

Witch Princess Seulgi had made it to the exit and smiled before leaving completely. Although she had hoped to sway his heart, she knew it would never belong to her. To save herself from embarrassment, she decided to go home.

(Y/N) hadn’t expected this and so she cried. Her heart was so full. There was only one answer.

“Yes. I’ll marry you, Yoongi.”

He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her lips. His parents got the Christmas proposal they wanted. He got to be with his true love. They trusted the enchantment and their son, so they smiled and were ok with it. Not what they expected but their son was happy.

So very happy.