collard greens | kth
Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn't the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.
○ Pairing: Taehyung x trans man!Reader
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: A classic Jai weed fic, friends to lovers, summer camp au, smut, fluff
○ 13 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camp Counselor)
○ Word Count: 3,670
○ Warnings: Some body/gender dysphoria, reference to top surgery, reference to hormone therapy, marijuana, oral sex, (self) hand job, Jai didn't proofread this jhsdkjfsk sorry friends
○ Notes: Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility, created to celebrate trans and nonbinary people worldwide. Particularly on Tumblr and with reader-insert BTS fanfic, there is little representation of trans and nonbinary characters. Readers are often written as AFAB and use she/her pronouns and traditionally feminine terms to describe their genitalia (even when listed as gender-neutral readers). I wanted to share a story that explicitly focuses on a trans reader. I welcome everyone to read this story, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
○ Disclaimer: The trans community is diverse, and this fic doesn't represent all trans and nonbinary people's experiences. If you'd like to learn more about how to be an ally for trans and nonbinary people, check out this article from the Human Rights Campaign.
○ Post Date: March 31, 2024
○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost
○ What was Jai listening to? A weed playlist
“Did you know that smoking weed makes your sperm count decrease?”
You scrunch your nose at Taehyung’s vulgar question, but he doesn’t notice. He’s nearly cross-eyed as he licks along the edge of the blunt he just rolled with expert fingers.
“Not me,” you challenge. “Maybe you.”
Taehyung stares at you for a moment. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he sticks the blunt between his lips and speaks around it.
“Shit, yeah.”
The summer air, thick with humidity, doesn’t help when your face heats up from Taehyung’s mistake. It’s funny how seemingly inconsequential moments—like Taehyung forgetting that you don’t have the same parts as him—can bring you such euphoria. Taehyung has always been good at that, though. He’s never treated you differently, singled you out, or made you feel like you aren’t enough or are too much.
You’re just two dudes perched on a mossy rock in the middle of the woods, smoking a blunt while the camp kids you’re supposed to be taking care of are asleep in their cabins.
Simple as that.
Taehyung pauses to light the end of the blunt and inhales deeply, drawing smoke through his pink lips and exhaling it slowly. The thick cloud doesn’t have a chance to disappear into the night sky before Taehyung breathes it back in through his nose.
Rolling your eyes at Taehyung’s unnecessary display of stoner prowess, you take the blunt from his pinched grip and curl your lips around the tip.
“Are you trying to say weed is, like, male birth control?” you ask, smoke coming out of your mouth in disjointed puffs and streams between your teeth while you talk.
“It basically is.”
“That feels very unreliable.”
Your fingers brush against each other every time you pass the blunt between you. The contact makes your arm tingle, and the feeling wiggles down the right side of your body the more times you reach for the blunt.
“I mean, I smoke, like, every day, and I haven’t knocked anyone up yet,” Taehyung admits with a shrug.
You nearly choke.
“You’re fucking people raw, Tae?”
“Shhh!” Taehyung giggles with his index finger to your lips. You grab his wrist and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.
“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he pinches your top and bottom lips together to keep you quiet. It’s useless; his giggles are louder than you are.
“Listen,” Taehyung grins as he brings the blunt to his lips. Yours are still pinched together with his other hand. “I got tested before camp started, and I got no babies.”
“That’s not–”
“I know the test is for STIs, not babies, obviously!” Taehyung squawks, shoving you hard on the shoulder when you finally free yourself from him with a giggle, almost sending you flying off the rock. “I’m just saying I got neither.”
“Alright, alright! I believe you. No STIs, no babies.”
“Exactly.” Taehyung winks at you as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.
Since you’re sitting next to each other, it’s impossible to escape the shy embarrassment Taehyung triggers in you. He has no business looking as good as he does when he smokes. It’s his lips and eyes, you think, watching him take another hit. The perfect pink bow of his upper lip and the plushness of his bottom lip make his mouth look pretty when the smoke swirls out of it.
When he looks at you through the smoke that surrounds you, his eyes are dark and lidded, a heavy gaze that weighs on you as you bring the blunt to your lips.
“Do you want me to roll another one?” Taehyung asks, his voice rough and thick, after a few more passes of the blunt between you.
It doesn’t feel like you’ve been outside for a long time, but a quick glance at your phone tells you it’s way past time to return to your cabin.
“We should head back, unfortunately,” you say with a sigh, “Waking up in the morning is going to fucking suck.”
“There’s probably just this last hit left.”
You wave away Taehyung’s offer of the blunt now smoked down to a pinched nub.
“I started it, so you have to end it,” Taehyung insists.
“Fine, come here.”
You’ve shotgunned weed with someone before. Although people may call it a shotgun kiss, it isn’t a real kiss. The person who inhales the smoke is supposed to blow the smoke into the other person’s mouth. Sure, that requires getting close to the other person, but it doesn’t require mouth-to-mouth contact. Everyone knows this, especially someone who smokes as much as Taehyung does.
So why does Taehyung lean in too close to press his lips against yours when you blow the smoke into his mouth?
It’s quiet outside, just the chatter of insects and other forest dwellers breaking the still summer night, so you easily hear the breathy way Taehyung inhales the smoke you’ve passed to him. It’s a soft, gentle sound that makes your entire body tingle, starting where his plush lips connect with yours.
Have you wondered if Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look? Of course, you have; who hasn’t? Taehyung is easily one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met, but he has always been just a camp friend.
You’ve known Taehyung for years, spending half of every summer together at this camp since you were kids, eventually becoming counselors once you aged out of the program. Despite living in different cities and attending different universities, you’ve maintained an unlikely friendship through camp.
However, now you’re wondering if you’ve been reading your relationship all wrong.
Taehyung pulls away and turns his head to the side to exhale the smoke before cupping the back of your head and leaning in again. He’s pretty like this, with his eyes closed and expression relaxed.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and for some reason, it feels like the hottest thing anyone has ever said to you.
“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse when you respond, scratchy from the smoke making your throat raw and your mouth dry. You made the rookie mistake of not bringing anything to drink.
When Taehyung slips his tongue in your mouth, you can taste the smokiness of the blunt. He cups your face with both hands and deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly and causing your noses to brush against each other. Making out while high comes with an indescribable pleasure, something airy and electrifying that washes over your entire body in waves. It isn’t like normal arousal that you feel throbbing from your core and spread throughout your body. Kissing Taehyung while high makes your entire body tremble.
You twist your fingers into the sides of his baggy t-shirt to have something to hold onto as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a low groan from you. The old camp shirt is faded and soft from years of going through the wash. You’ve got an identical one in your dresser at the cabin.
“We have to go back,” you insist weakly once Taehyung releases your lip from between his teeth.
“I forgot.”
“Of course you did.”
Your laugh is full of anxiety as you look away from Taehyung’s heavy gaze. His eyes are blazing red. You wonder if he kissed you because he’s high and if he’s going to wake up in the morning and pretend it didn’t happen. Is that better than the alternative outcome where Taehyung is weirded out because, well, you’re you?
“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but he wears a grin as he digs the toe of his hiking boot into the ground, twisting it to make sure the blunt is put out.
“First one to the cabin gets to shower first,” he declares.
“Taehyung!” you hiss, but he’s already crashing through the forest brush with flailing arms.
It takes a few seconds for your brain to get in sync with your body, still foggy from weed and Taehyung’s kisses. You scramble to get up, having to adjust your pants with a tug to your crotch as you jog after him. Bottom growth is affirming, but it’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. You can’t imagine how cis men deal with all that.
Taking off in what you hope is the direction of the camp, you quickly realize there’s no way you’ll make it to the cabin before Taehyung. The forest floor is uneven, and you’re an idiot and didn’t wear your hiking boots. Your smooth-soled Converse slide against mossy rocks and get caught on raised tree roots, nearly sending you flying as you try to catch up with Taehyung.
When you finally reach the cabin, you’re wheezing, and your entire body is sticky with sweat. Taehyung is already in your bedroom, whistling as he rifles through the dresser like he’s having a grand time despite his hair looking like a rat’s nest and having welts on his legs from running through bushes in shorts.
“Took you long enough,” he grins as you stomp through the front door and head straight to the bedroom.
The cabin is small, with a living room big enough for a couch and a coffee table, a small kitchenette off to the side, and a door to the bedroom you’re sharing with Taehyung. You each have a twin-sized bed that sits across from the other in the small room, and you share a large dresser placed in between your beds against the back wall. On the opposite side of the room is the door to the bathroom. Everything is a tight fit, but you don’t mind. The two of you are hardly ever in the cabin anyway. Being a counselor requires long hours full of activities, meaning you’re only in your cabin to sleep unless you have an off day.
“I’m gonna go enjoy a nice, warm shower now.” Taehyung rubs his victory in your face, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and his eyes glittering like fire embers in the cabin’s pale yellow lighting.
“Dude, fuck off,” you give him your middle finger as he shuts the bathroom door with a cackle.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish showering. You trade places silently, your red eyes avoiding Taehyung’s because the time you had alone made you paranoid about what happened in the woods.
The paranoia only gets worse while you’re in the shower. There’s no need to scrub yourself with your washcloth so aggressively, but you feel like your entire body is crawling. It isn’t the discomfort you once felt when you looked at your naked body. It’s been a while since you felt discomfort when touching your chest or washing between your legs. No, this feeling you’re experiencing now is something different. Rather than feeling the urge to hide, you want to be seen. You want to be seen by Taehyung, and you don’t know what to do with that desire.
Showering doesn’t calm the need pulsing through your body. You feel a little less high, but you’re still buzzing with electricity, still incredibly sensitive as you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. With your brain still floating in the clouds, you almost think you’re hallucinating the slow opening of the bathroom door. Quickly, you wrap your towel around your hips and stare at Taehyung, whose head pokes through the door crack.
“Hellooo,” Taehyung drags out the word, low and slow, as his eyes sweep over your body.
He’s blatantly checking you out, and you feel your cheeks heat up from arousal or shame; you’re not sure which. You may not experience dysphoria anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re running around shirtless, sporting scars where most guys’ pecs end. It was never “okay” to be shirtless with the chest you had before; it’s taking a while to feel “okay” doing it now.
You take a deep breath and remind yourself that Taehyung has never cared. He watched you blossom for over a decade as you shaped yourself into your most authentic form, and he kept up with every change, no matter how different things were from the summer before.
“Do you need something or…?”
Blinking, Taehyung’s face turns pink, and he shakes his head.
“No. Well, I mean, sort of?”
Taehyung laughs at himself, and you can’t help but laugh, too, because who can hear Taehyung laugh and not want to experience that same joy, even if it’s twinged with nervousness?
“What do you sort of need?” you finally ask with a grin, that shared joy warming your chest.
“Can I come in?”
“You’re already halfway there.”
With a cheeky grin, Taehyung slips into the bathroom and closes the door so you’ll stay warm. He’s wearing loose boxers and a tank shirt because the cabin’s lack of central air conditioning makes it hot at night. He’s cute like this, soft and domestic.
“Did you like it?” Taehyung keeps his hand on the doorknob as though preparing to leave, but his voice is steady when he asks the question.
“Like what?”
You know what. Taehyung knows you know what.
He clarifies anyway.
“When I kissed you, did you like it?” Taehyung switches between focusing on your eyes and your mouth. “Because… I want to do it again.”
It only takes a slight nod for Taehyung to crowd you against the bathroom counter. The kiss feels confident this time, no longer an accident or hesitant test ride. Taehyung holds your jaw to tilt your head up and kisses you hard enough to leave you breathless. You noisily inhale whenever he lets you.
“I didn’t want to wait,” Taehyung explains against your lips while you moan against his.
“For what?”
“You to finish showering.” Taehyung’s free hand runs down your side to squeeze your hip, part of his hand slipping under your towel. “Is this okay?”
You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you let him unwrap your towel and drop it on the slippery tile floor. Maybe it’s the weed making you feel reckless, letting this boy see you in a way you haven’t let a boy see you since you started your transition. Maybe it’s just because it’s Taehyung.
“You, too,” you groan when you feel Taehyung’s clothed cock press against your thigh.
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching over his shoulder to pull his shirt over his head by grabbing the back. Once he’s shirtless, his mouth finds your jaw, kissing across to the sensitive spot just below your ear while you tug down his boxers so he can kick them off.
Beneath the arousal building inside of you are nerves you can’t seem to shake. They’re making it difficult to concentrate on how fantastic it feels to have Taehyung’s soft lips kissing and sucking your neck. All you can think about is how you’re afraid that Taehyung will freak out, that he keeps forgetting, and how it feels nice when he forgets when you’re talking about guy stuff, but it’ll feel devastating when he realizes he has forgotten now.
Slowly, Taehyung’s fingertips skirt your torso, creeping down your side to swipe over your waist and trail along the crease where your hip meets your thigh. You hold your breath as he ventures further, eventually shooting your hands out to squeeze his biceps when his fingers dip into your hole to gather your arousal and drag it upward.
“Can I suck your cock?” Taehyung breathes, hot and ragged, against the curve of your ear.
Jolting back, you stare at him with wide eyes and feel your heart flutter painfully in your chest because you still haven’t started breathing again.
“W-What, what did you say?” you stammer, holding Taehyung’s red, lusty gaze.
“Can I suck your cock? I want to suck you off.”
Taehyung says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He slid his fingers through your arousal and didn’t refer to it as your pussy or clit, as if he already knew those words would make you feel disgusting.
“You, how did you know… why did you call it that?”
Scrunching his eyebrows and frowning slightly, Taehyung pulls his hand from in between your legs.
“Uhh… you always call it your dick when we’re talking about stuff with the guys?” There’s a panicked edge to Taehyung’s voice, each sentence coming out like a hesitant question. “But, uh, I feel like most of society agrees that dick isn’t really sexy, so… I thought cock would sound better…”
When you don’t respond, Taehyung’s face shifts from pale with panic to bright red with embarrassment.
“Shit, should I not have said that? Should I have asked first? I’m sorry I—”
You kiss away Taehyung’s embarrassed babbling, your fingers dug into his hair, and your body pressed flush against his. His hands curve around to hold your lower back and pull you closer as if it’s even possible. You want him to try, to mold you into him.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
When Taehyung smiles, his teeth press against your bottom lip.
“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
You bite your bottom lip and squeeze the edge of the counter on either side of your waist as you watch Taehyung get on his knees. The bath mat protects his knees from the hard tile when he kneels in front of you.
“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says softly as he rubs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs with slight pressure to push them apart a little bit more, “Pretty boy.”
It’s hot watching Taehyung lick the tip of your cock, the hormones you’ve been on making it stick out beyond your folds. Taehyung is gentle when he presses your lower abdomen with his palm and uses his fingers to pull your lips back slightly to expose more of you. He gets you nice and wet before he wraps his lips around your cock, suckling it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing Taehyung’s head with one hand so you can run your fingers through his bangs and push them away from his face to see his eyes better.
Taehyung hums in response to your moans, and you feel the vibration rumble through your groin. He’s skillful as he licks and swirls your cock with his tongue and keeps a tight suction around it with his lips and hollowed cheeks.
For a moment, you tip your head back and try to regulate your breathing because how is Taehyung about to make you cum already, just from his mouth? Sure, your body has been more sensitive since you started your hormone therapy, but fuck.
To make matters worse, when you look back down, you notice that Taehyung’s free hand is wrapped around his cock. He pumps his cock at the same rhythm as he begins to bob his head as if he’s sucking even more of you than there really is. You can say, without a doubt, that no one has ever tried to affirm you and make you feel as complete during sex as Taehyung is.
“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung,” you adjust your grip on Taehyung’s hair and start guiding his movements, pulling him up and down by his hair, “Just like that, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
You aren’t pulling his hair hard; you’re really only following the pace he’s already established, but it feels good. It must feel good for Taehyung, too, because he whimpers and jerks off faster. His body trembles just like yours does, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to be panting and frantic.
“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”
You squeeze Taehyung’s hair and the edge of the counter as you buck your hips, coming right as Taehyung adjusts his angle to lap at the gush of arousal at your hole, painting his mouth and chin.
“God, you’re so hot, you have no fucking idea,” Taehyung groans into the inside of your thigh, where he nuzzles his face.
His breath is hot and wet as he pants, trembling for a few seconds longer before he finally cums, too. Some of it leaks between his fingers and lands on the inside of your leg, but you don’t care; you just caress his hair from his face while he breathes slowly to calm himself down.
With trembling legs, you twist around to collapse onto the closed lid of the toilet, unable to stand any longer. Your head feels spacey and throbs, likely because you’d been holding your breath too much. It’s okay, though. It makes your body feel all warm and jiggly.
“We have to shower again,” Taehyung says quietly.
He looks just as fucked out as you feel, his eyes wide and staring out into the void as he continues trying to relax his shuddery breath. You can’t help but laugh, throwing your head back and letting it out, like whatever other pent-up energy you had left over after you came needs to escape somehow.
“Yeah, we do,” you wheeze even harder once Taehyung’s face cracks into a boxy smile, and he starts laughing, too.
“I got cum all over the floor,” Taehyung cackles, falling back on his bare ass and holding up his cum-covered hand.
You wipe the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and shake your head. “That is something I don’t envy.”
“It’s so fucking inconvenient!”
Taehyung grins up at you with crinkled eyes, and you don’t know why you were so nervous before. He’s so perfect it makes your heart hurt.
“Next time, I’ll be the one to swallow,” you promise slyly, pleased when Taehyung lets out a weak moan in response.
“Bro, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung throws his head back and whines at the ceiling. "I’m gonna fall in love with you if you’re not careful.”
Grinning, you shrug. Tonight has been pretty reckless; there’s no use in being careful now.
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Pick one of your muses . Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your muse in a new post Tag five people to do this meme
Swiped from: someone else
TAGGING: @nykrose @magioffire @bastard-basket @distoretion @jiaolong-rp
1. What is your name ? Cairi
2. What is your real name ? I’m nae giving ye my full name. Nor me witch name.
3. Do you know why you were called that ? Because me Ma wanted tae name me that.
4. Are you single or taken ? Single.
5. Have any abilities or powers ? Healin Magics mostly. I can cure poison an cleanse the earth and water. I can conjure a wee bit of lightning intae me hands in self defense. An a few other things. Mostly plant related. I can sense poisons too.
6. Stop being a Mary Sue. Excuse me??
7. What’s your eye color ? Bright Green.
8. How about your hair color ? Darker browns but also lighter browns further down.
9. Have you any family members ? Me Ma, Me Step-dad, Me Brother Connor, me 5 step brothers... various aunts an uncles and cousins. Some niblings. Me Grans. The rest of me clan.
10. Oh ? What about pets ? I’ve me Familiar. He’s an Albino Raven I hand raised.
12. Do you have any hobbies / activities you like doing ? Baking. Reading. Takin a ramble through the woods fer berries an mushrooms. I also like tae do a wee bit of sewing. Oh! And I can’t ferget Arranging flowers. That’s half me shop.
13. Ever hurt anyone before ? Aye.
14. Ever …. killed anyone before ? Aye. What? Ye think I’m some namby pamby pony? I’ve been in some messes, let me tell ye. Actually nae. I’d rather nae get intae it.
15. What kind of animal are you ? What do ye think?
16. Name your worst habits. I drum me fingers when I’m stressed. I work meself till I pass out lately.... I drink too much coffee right now. Connor an the other lads tell me i’ve become a wee bit spacey. I can’t think of any other’s at the moment.... Me Gran used tae say I’d argue with a wall...?
18. Gay, straight, or bisexual? I’m... nae sure. Me last lover was non-binary. But the one afore that was very much a man... I know I’m attracted tae Lad an nonbinary folk.... really I’m too busy tae really put much thought tae it.
19. Do you go to school? Not anymore. Finished me Witchery schoolin a while ago. Then took a few more years tae really understand curse breakin after that.
20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day ? I... I was hoping I’d have been married already. I was goin tae propose tae me last Lover. But shit hit the fan an now I’m burnin meself out tryin tae fix a mess I did’nae even cause.... I don’nae if it’s in the cards fer me. But t’would be nice tae have someone who thought I was special again...
21. Do you have any fanboys / fangirls ? ... What now? I guess...? If ye’d call me toxic first Ex a fanboy.
22. What are you most afraid of ? I’m nae a fan of spiders. I respect them an let them alone... unless they’re in me house! .... The curse takin everythin from me... like it already is startin tae... I’ve seen how me family line has ended up..
23. What do you usually wear ? Somethin comfortable. A Blouse an some pants. Or a plain skirt.
24. Do you love someone ? I still miss me Ex. They were so easy tae love an be around... Until they weren’t.. But I guess I can’t say I love them still...
25. When was the last time you wet yourself? Excuse me?! What kind of question is that?? I don’t know. When I was 5 maybe?
26. Well, it’s not over yet! Of course it isn’t.
27. What class are you ? That... is a complicated question. I’m a Princess by blood... but I live in a cottage in the woods. Living off what money I earn through trade of me services an the bounty of me garden an the forest.
28. How many friends do you have ? I’ve one I’m still in contact with right now. I had tae give up quite a few when I was relocated here.
29. What are your thoughts on pie ? A good pie is always appreciated.
30. Favorite drink? Stout. Herbal Tea. I make a nice raspberry lemonade in summer.
31. What’s your favorite place ? My garden. A cove I remember from when I was a wee lass. Or the reading nook I’ve set up in one of me windows.
32. Are you interested in someone ? I’m so tired...
33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean? The ocean.
34. What’s your type ? Someone who’s nae going to stab me in the back at the first chance they get. An won’t mind I might be completely blind in the not so distant future. Someone ho’s nae going to make me feel worthless every minute of the day.
35. Are you wanting the quiz to end ? Aye! Off with ye now. I’ve things that need doin.
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