#this is a ramble if you’re gonna be a dick I WILL throat punch (block) you

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Hello hi

I am seeing a lovely man (cishet) that I really like seeing. He is kind and patient and open minded. It makes me nervous to talk about my gender with him, but he’s only made me feel better and more at ease about the whole thing.

I’m non-binary.

I really like him and want to see where this goes, but sometimes I feel like??? I’m “betraying my gender”??? Or wonder if this makes me “less” non-binary???? Am I a poser or a liar or an attention seeker??? When I talk to him, I’m telling him the truth— my non-binary-ness is in my clothes and my hair and my occasional binder and my switchy pronouns, I don’t want to make any permanent changes to my afab body. I don’t want top surgery (most of the time lol) and I don’t want to go on T. I don’t believe that a masculine-coded baseline should be necessary for androgyny, I don’t want to look like a man. I want to look like a weird goddess or cunty art project. Im not a man or a woman, I’m just some guy, and a babygirl, and neither at all.

I realise logically that only I can define my gender and if anybody ever tried to gatekeep that from me, I’d throat punch them. But… am I queer enough? Does staying in my “feminine” body and dating this cishet guy and looking to the outside world like a het couple invalidate my queerness?

Regardless, I really like him and I’m gonna take it a day at a time. If we were to stop seeing each other, it would be because he didn’t want to see me anymore— I’m invested in this. He’s wonderful.

But, the gender imposter syndrome? AH.

[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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Juxtaposition

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Juxtaposition (n) the state of being close together or side by side.

Or the one where Jason reminds Tim that sometimes Damian takes jokes all too seriously.

Characters: Tim Drake & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Swearing, Minor Violence, Dysfunctional Family, be warned I like to make Jason suffer, Timeline What Timeline, Not Canon Compliant, and dont even let me start on that whole amnesia thing

He had planned the details of this operation for two weeks straight, with great care and no little caution for his normal standards, and up until half an hour ago he was actually pretty damn pleased with himself for the results of his hard work. That’s why, if someone asked him right now how could he screw it all up so badly, Jason honestly wouldn’t know what to say to them (apart from fuck off, that is).

So, he’s trapped in a corner, he’s bleeding and he’s angry, and he’s so ready to kill anything that even looks at him the wrong way, let alone shoot at him like the thugs in front of him have been trying to do for the last half an hour, and of course - of course - that’s the moment when things get even worse.

He doesn’t see Damian. He doesn’t hear him either. Shit, he wouldn’t even know it’s Damian - what with the kid not wearing his Robin costume but just normal baggy teenager clothes - if not for the fact that there aren’t so many kids around Gotham who would willingly jumps in the middle of fights they so obviously have no business to do with. (There are a few others besides Damian, yes, but they’re all taller than this kid is) (and on top of that, Damian is kind of, you know, Jason’s brother).

So he’s trapped in a corner, he’s bleeding and he’s angry, and he also gets to watch a fucking kid - his fucking kid brother - jumping in the middle of his fight with no weapons, no kevlar protection and probably - because he knows him well enough at this point - not even the hint of a plan on his mind.

His adrenaline levels rise, instinct kicks in, and Jason gets back on his feet without even thinking about it. He starts shooting bullets, curses and swears indiscriminately at everything that moves - and let’s be honest, that should’ve been the preferred course of action all along, screw the planning thing, it never works anyway.

He’s going to kill Damian. Save his short ass first and then beat it black and blue. Tie him to his bed and let him watch while he burns everything the brat owns, clothes, knives, videogames, art supplies and carefully hidden toys (because Dick had spilled the bean about those, yeah). Take his pets away from him and give them to the local zoo.

His mind only stops rambling when he notices one of the snipers he was trying to distract turning his attention and his rifle away from him and towards Damian, and a thought - no, not even a thought, but an unavoidable certainty - freezes him to the bones.

Damian is going to die. Again.

And since Jason wasn’t there the first time, now he gets a front row ticket to the show. The best tickets you could get, ladies and gentleman!, a voice inside of his head starts screaming, a voice that sounds sickeningly similar to the Joker’s. And if you’re very very lucky, you’ll be even getting some of the blood on your faces! That’s how close you get to be! Isn’t this what family is for? Ah ah ah.

Jason’s panicking. He knows that. But knowing isn’t helping, and the split of time he was given to actually do something about it is already running out.

Meanwhile Damian delivers a mid-air kick to one of the thug's face, jumping closer to the sniper’s position and stepping even more clearly in his line of fire. Jason’s out of batarangs and the angle would be wrong anyway. Same goes for shooting first, no way he’s gonna hit the guy and that would probably just prompt him to shoot right back at Damian. So Jason does the only thing he can think of and dives for his brother, but he doesn’t have enough momentum, and the bullet goes off while he’s still too far away to shield the kid.

Jason’s heart skip a beat. Damian merely flips on his side and rolls on the ground. The bullet doesn’t even brushes him. He probably saw the sniper too, Jason realizes while he shifts on his feet to charge at the shooter without losing a beat. He’s going to kill him anyway. The thug first, Damian later.

He avoids two bullets fired at him in quick succession, then lands a good round of punches on the guy’s face. He’ll probably survive, but he’s gonna need a lot of reconstructive surgery to look as a human being again. Behind him Damian keeps drawing shouts and cries of pain, so Jason knows he’s doing okay. Still, his pulse doesn’t slow down. He can still taste the aftertaste of the fear in the back of his throat. He’s not gonna sleep well tonight. Or tomorrow. Or any night soon, probably.

Yes, Damian’s most definitely dead. Again.

-

Even with the newfound energy and Damian’s help, it takes them almost an hour to clear the docks, tie up everyone who’s still moving and retrieve the crates of weapons that were Red Hood’s primary purpose for this escapade.

Once everything’s done and the police’s sirens are on their way, Damian turns towards him with a smirk. It’s the first time that night Jason gets a good look at his face and he notices that he’s wearing the Robin domino mask. He’s unscathed, not even a scratch or a rim of sweat on his forehead. He actually looks quite content, and ready to start all over again.

“Well, that was easy. Is this how you usually spend your weekends, Hood? Being a living target practice for half-witted goons?”, he taunts.

Jason barely register he’s even speaking. He loads the last crate on his van and secures it with a lock, then gets up on his feet and takes off his helmet in one swift movement. When he finally turns to look at his brother, quickly and without even the hint of a warning, he grabs him by his wrist, pulling him toward himself. He peels the domino mask from his face and throws it away before Damian has even the time to understand what’s happening to him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”, he growls in his face, all the adrenaline of the night still pumping his blood, loading his voice with a low key promise of violence and pain, and Damian’s so startled by his reaction he actually tries to take a step back, eyes widening in alarm. “What the fuck are you even doing here without your costume? Are you fucking suicidal?”

“Release me!”, Damian shouts back once the surprise fades away. He struggles uselessly against him, and for some reason that only serves to fuel Jason’s fury. He catches the flailing fist the kid’s trying to hit him with and uses his grip on him to shake him like he’s nothing more than a ragdoll until he actually hears the rattling of his teeth.

“I said. What the fuck. Were you thinking”, he asks again, voice like a thunder, fear and anger numbing him to everything else.

“I saved your sorry ass, you simple-minded ruffian!”, Damian screams.

“You almost got yourself killed again, you fucking minikin!”, Jason screams back.

Damian does his best interpretation of a feral growl and tries to headbutt him in the stomach. Jason shifts just in time and his hipbone promises him revenge in the form of a big, fat bruise. Jason can almost feel it blooming on his skin already. He loses his balance for the split of a second and Damian, relentless as ever, takes the opportunity to bite his hand too. Jason snarls, blocks a direct kick to his knee, and having finally had enough, he straightens up in his full height.

And Damian may be a high skilled assassin baby with the equivalent of twenty years or more of hard training on his little shoulders, but he’s also a tiny eleven years old kid, and Jason is the size of a mountain compared to him. So when he grabs him by the collar of his shirt and lifts him up in the air to slam him against the nearest wall, Damian can’t do anything else but yelping in pain and looking completely stunned for a moment, just like any other regular kid would.

Then again, this is Damian, so the moment passes and he quickly resumes his fight by jerking into his grip and digging all of his ten nails into the skin of Jason’s wrist, while also loading a kick that will do no favor to his ribs - that if Damian actually gets to land it, of course. But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t because, again, Damian may be angry, but Jason is angrier. Furious. And for a white hot moment he wants nothing more than to stop defending himself and actually hit the kid back. He wants to beat him until he's crying and fucking apologizing for this entire mess. Which… would be unfair, considering that most of this mess is definitely Jason’s fault.

He closes his eyes. Breathes. Counts to five. Opens his eyes again.

“Damian”, he calls, more calmly.

Damian keeps squirming, still trying to kick him. Jason counts to five again.

“Damian, that was a show of monumental stupidity and you are smart enough to know it”, half a praise, half an insult. That was Dick’s advice on how to deal with the kid (except Dick may have said scolding instead of insult. But whatever).

Anyway, it works - of course it does - and the kid actually looks up at him. Jason doesn’t let go of his shirt but shifts his grip so that he’s not leaning all his weight on the kid’s chest anymore and Damian can take a deep breath too. They look at each other for a long, uncomfortable minute, then Damian finally caves in.

“You needed the help”, he reproaches Jason, who’s not hypocrite enough to deny it.

“I could’ve used Robin’s help, maybe, not Damian Wayne’s.”

“Tt. I had my mask on, there’s no way any of them could identify-”

“Not the goddamn point, kid.”

Damian pouts and looks down at his feet dangling well above the ground. He looks… deflated. Like he’s actually offended at Jason for getting angry at him.

“Put me down”, he orders, kicking him lightly in the stomach.

Jason eyes him for a moment before complying. Damian straightens up and adjusts his clothes with as much dignity as he can muster - which is still a lot, all things considered. Jason gives him some space while he recovers the green domino mask and pockets it.

“Now, do you want to tell me what the hell are you doing around Gotham in your civvies? And no smartass answers, you stepped on the limit of my patience two years ago.”

Damian doesn't look at him. He’s still pouting and the tip of one of his sneakers is aggressively pounding the ground, and if Jason didn’t know any better, he would say that the kid’s fidgeting.

“I was taking a walk”, comes the grudgingly answer.

Jason’s mouth twitches and he has to remind himself that swatting kids is a bad thing to do, even when you are the Red Hood and the kid is Damian.

“...you were taking a walk. In the middle of the night. On Gotham’s docks.”

Damian scowls at him.

“It’s not like I can go home”, he sputters, and oh. Oh.

Jason runs a hand over his face. He never thought about that. Fuck Bruce. Fuck Dick, too.

“Please tell me you haven’t been roaming around Gotham’s streets since that shit with Bruce went down.”

Damian looks at him like he’s a crazy person.

“Of course not, Todd. Do I look like a street rat to you?”

Jason wisely decides not to answer that.

“Okay, look, if you need a place to stay-”, he’s not sure about what he’s going to say next because his plan for the night didn’t include adopting homeless little brothers. Then again, there were obviously a lot of things that his initial plan for the night didn’t included at all.

“I have a place to stay”, Damian interrupts him. “It doesn’t matter. He's going to send me back anyway.”

Jason blinks, taken aback by that.

“Who's going to send you where?”

“Drake.”

“What?”

“He's going to send me back to Grandfather. He’s my legal guardian now, so it is in his power to do so, since Father can’t stop him.”

Jason blinks at him again, but Damian’s only reaction is crossing his arm over his chest and sheepishly look at his shoes, like he’s embarrassed to have confided that much to Jason. Which means that he actually believes in what he just said.

“Tell me you are kidding”, Jason pleads, but he already knows Damian’s not kidding at all. It’s all in his posture, in the way he’s angrily chewing his bottom lip and avoiding Jason’s eyes. And suddenly Jason has a sneaky suspicion that Damian had seek him out on purpose tonight, and that helping him deal with a bunch of thugs was his… Damian-esque way to ask Jason to help him back with this crazy deportation theory thing with Tim.

“Oh for the love of-”, he sighs, kneeling in front of the kid. “Okay smurf, just tell me the story from the beginning, yeah?”

-

It’s 3.00 AM, Tim Drake is wearing the top half of his best suit over his pajama's trousers and he's not even ashamed of it. He doesn't mind having a conference in the middle of the night to accommodate a client calling from the other side of the world, and he's not hypocritical enough to mourn the loss of sleep that he wouldn't be having anyway, but it's been a long, long week, and he's tired. So tired that he barely reacts when his front door opens with a bang and Jason Todd bursts into his living room, tugging along with him a reluctant Damian Wayne by his hand.

“As for the results of the second semester-”, Tim's saying, and then he glances up from his laptop to stare at the two figures standing in the doorframe. Jason’s in his costume, Damian is not, but they both look tired and ruffled, like after a patrol gone wrong. He looks at Jason's face, then at Damian's, then at the way Jason's holding Damian's hand. He closes the ledger in front of him and smiles politely at the computer's screen.

“-They are not ready yet, but I'll inform you as soon as the numbers come in. Thank you”, he finishes, closing the laptop. Bit rude, but as previously stated, Tim's tired. He looks back at his brothers, who – quite surprisingly, to be honest – have yet to spoke a single word.

“So... what happened?”, he asks, bracing himself for the answer. He doesn't know what else could happen, what with Dick gone and the whole Bruce's amnesia affair and the demon brat now living with him, but he learnt long ago to not underestimate the amount of shit his life can manage to throw at him at the same moment. Besides, this is Jason and Damian holding hands. That's an alarm bell of its own.

Jason gives him a hard stare. He’s standing tall and angry, and looks like he wants to punch someone (probably Tim). Which is not his worst mood, because at least he doesn’t look like he wants to kill someone (again, probably Tim). Maybe the situation’s not so bad. Maybe.

“Kiddo here crashed my operation”, Jason starts slowly, shaking Damian by his hand.

“I did not-”, Damian tries to interject, but Jason doesn’t pay him any attention.

“Almost got both of us killed.”

Damian looks up at him angrily and Tim knows that the grip of his little hand must be bone-crushing by now, even if Jason looks totally unbothered by it.

“Your incompetency at doing your job is not my problem, Todd. Beside it was you who-”

Again, Jason completely ignores him.

“I was going to give him a piece of my mind about that, but turns out this entire mess it's actually your fault”, he concludes, still looking at Tim.

Damian doesn't add anything to that. Which is surprising. And honestly worrying.

Tim just sighs, fingers rubbing his temples. He looks again back and forth between his two brothers and for a moment he finds himself at loss of words.

“How- how it is my fault?”

Jason raises an eyebrow, and Damian suddenly finds a very interesting spot on the floor to stare at.

“Apparently you told him you were going to send him back.”

Tim tilts his head to the side.

“I told him…”, he slowly repeats. “What? Back where?”

“To Ra's”, Jason quietly growls. And if looks could kill, right now Tim would be dying in a very horrible way. But it's Jason the attempting eye-murderer. Damian's still busy studying the pattern of his floor tiles.

Tim doesn't understand. Yes, he and Damian had an argument today, one that ended with the littlest Wayne stomping out of his apartment in a cloud of holy rage, but that was hardly news to anyone. And yes, there were insults and threats thrown back and forth between the two of them, but again, no news there - if anything their squabbles were getting kinda repetitive and boring. So no, he doesn’t understand. Not right away.

“I never told him-”, he starts, then something clicks and he pauses, sighs again, and barely refrains himself from banging his head into the desk. “Oh my god- it was a joke. I told him that if he didn't behave I would send him back to where he came from- and I didn’t mean Ra’s. I actually meant, you know, Hell. But it was a joke! Like, telling your siblings that they've been found in a trash-can and adopted out of pity joke? Or that you'll sell them to the circus joke?”

That's enough to spark Damian's anger. Tim tones out his snarky remarks at being the only blood son because he’s heard them quite enough, thank you very much. But for all the insults and angry shouts, there’s still something off about Damian. Something that says he’s defensive, and insecure and… scared. The idea that Damian - Jesus, Damian - could be scared of him is… Tim doesn’t have a word for it. It’s just not something that makes sense.

He looks up at Jason again, almost gaping.

“It was a joke, Jason”, he repeats weakly.

“Good thing that you remembered that the kid here has a good sense of humor then”, Jason retorts. And well, he’s not wrong.

Tim looks back at Damian’s scowling face. He wants to remind the brat that when he needed a place to stay he had took him in without batting an eye and despite their conflicting relationship, but he doesn’t know how to say it without making it sound like Damian owns him for that, which is not the point Tim wants to make.

“I fought Ra’s when he tried to take your body”, he reminds him then, because it’s the only thing he can came up with at the moment.

“Father made you do it”, the kid promptly snarls back.

“No, he-”, Tim starts, then bits his lips. “No, I would’ve done it anyway.”

Damian doesn’t answer, but he has this look of mighty disbelief plastered all over his face, and Tim instantly knows that there’s no convincing this kid. And maybe he’s right anyway, because back then Tim had been in a very dark place and yeah, Damian was not exactly on the list of his good actions. But that was then, and this is now, and things have changed. They may not be friends yet, but he can’t think of Damian as anything else but his younger brother (and an annoyance, of course, but that kind of goes with the word).

Yet it's pretty clear that with Bruce and Dick gone, Damian thinks he doesn't have a family anymore. And well, it's not like he doesn't have his own right reasons to think so. But.

“This is so stupid”, Tim mutters, closing his eyes and hiding his face behind his hands. He wants a coffee. He wants to sleep. He wants to never tell a joke again in his life.

When he reopens his eyes Jason and Damian are still standing in front of him, looking as much tired and angry as he feels. Tim sucks in a breath, realizing that he’s going to have to apologize, and even if he kind of see the point of it, he still doesn’t like it.

Jason's not going to help him either, that's pretty much clear. Even if he's not butting in, he's still standing beside Damian, and he has still not let go of the kid, even if the back of his hand is a battlefield of scratches and- yes, those are definitely bite marks. Jason knows how to make statements without a single word being spoken, and in any other situations Tim would probably laugh at the ridiculousness of all of this.

He stands up and walks around the desk to kneel in front of Damian, close enough to touch him but also leaving enough room between the two of them to shield himself from an eventual attack. Caution is one of the first things you learn when you’re around Damian Wayne.

“Look, I know things are complicated right now. And I know that complicated is the understatement of the century”, he quickly adds when both Damian and Jason click their tongues at him - and oh my god, is that a family thing now? “But they had been complicated before, and honestly, I don’t think they’re ever going to be not complicated, because we are who we are and all of that, but. But you’ve been around enough to know how this works now. We take the hit, we regroup and we go on. And we always, always, protect our own.”

Or at least what’s left of them, he adds mentally. And it’s not the best speech of his relatively brief and not really brilliant older brother’s career, but Damian’s frown lightens a bit, and the kid doesn’t look so angry and hurt anymore.

“No one will send you anywhere, Damian. I’m sorry if I said something that made you think so, it wasn’t in my intentions”, Tim adds anyway, just to be crystal clear about the entire affair, since Damian’s not one for subtleties. “And if Ra’s ever tries to take you back, we’ll kick his ass again, Bruce or not Bruce. Okay?”

Damian just clicks his tongue again.

“Tt. Like I would require your assistance”, he retorts. Then he seems to realize that holding his older brother’s hand while saying so kind of ruins the aesthetic of it, so he gives Jason an annoyed tug, and this time his brother allows him to free his hand. He doesn’t spare him a teasing smile and a quick hair ruffle, though.

“Well, you have it anyway, smurf”, he adds, butting into their discussion for the first time. “Besides, Timbo wasn’t talking about just the two of us, you know?”

“Yeah”, Tim cuts in. “Steph and Cass would love to take a swing at Ra’s, and Barbara always had some sort of personal grudge against him. Oh, and Alfred will probably put on the cape and the cowl himself- and let me tell you, he's going to be ten times more terrifying than Bruce or Dick ever were.”

Jason laughs, loud and clear. Damian scrunches up his nose in that funny way he does when he's trying not to smile.

“Pennyworth would make a worthy protector and a mighty opponent”, he concedes, and now it’s Tim’s turn to hide a smile.

“Glad we can agree on something.”

“Tt.”

Jason yawns and stretches his back, producing an annoying sound of crackling bones first and then a wince.

“Alright nerds. Now that the crisis has been resolved, and before I ground your ass and kick yours”, he says, pointing at Damian and then at Tim respectively. “I need food, alcohol, disinfectant and a forceps. In this exact order. I forgot I was bleeding out and after all this sweet talking about family and whatnot I think I’d definitely feel guilty if I died again.”