No Words, Pt 3

No Words, pt 3

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smutty AF. 

Words: 1545

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She was not OK.

This was not OK.

What are you doing?! She admonished herself as Taehyung nudged her face. The subtle motion changing the direction of her mouth as she turned away. The heat of his breath caressed her cheek. He had one hand holding both of her wrists captive above her head as the other hand slid down along the curve of her body. He pulled her against him until their hips collided.

The sensation of her against him, the friction of their bodies squeezing his cock just enough. He hissed against her neck. The low throaty sound he made sent shivers down her spine. “Taehyung, we..can’t.” She hesitated as his lips dragged along the column of her neck. She kept saying they shouldn’t, that they couldn’t - but her body had other ideas.

Taehyung’s palm massaged and gripped her ass, pulling her hard against him. She made another sound as he found that sweet little spot. His hips rotated into her as he pulled her leg up and around his waist.

12 Floors left.

He leaned into that rotation and felt her shudder against him. There was a look of triumph on his face as her eyes rolled shut. She was breathing heavy, and he could feel her pulse throbbing under his teeth. She bucked against him as he bit down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Those long fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, holding her in place.

He angled her just right, her arousal throbbing against his. The friction was delicious, and she was going insane. Beads of sweat trickled, burning a path down her neck into the dip of her shirt. The other hand released her to tuck against the wide expanse of her hips. He held her just under a breast. His fingers digging into her ribs as he continued to push and rotated against her.

Faster.

Lips, teeth, and tongue dragged in all directions against her neck. Taehyung was going to explode, he was sure of it. He was going to spontaneously combust in this elevator. He leaned his body further as he lifted the other leg. On instinct, she wrapped them around his waist. She had tried to bite back the noises that she wanted to make.

But when he got her hefted up? When her legs wrapped around his waist, and the extended, thick, girthy definition of his cock pressed against the moisture pooling on the other side of her pants? She dug her nails into his back as he shifted against her again. Dark eyes looked up from the shadow of a hoodie, committing that face, the voice to memory. Her mouth fell open on a sing-song moan. Taehyung stopped for just a moment as he watched her face. He saw what he was doing to her, and it made his knees weak.

9 Floors left.

More.

Their gazes connected as he trembled on the edge of his restraint. She was disheveled, hair slipped from its usual bun. Her shirt sinking off one shoulder shining with his saliva. The shadow of cleavage caused his throat to dry. They could feel the throb connecting them - and they each had the same thought.

Could they get their pants off fast enough? Dare they try?

“Tae. We’ve gone too far.” Her voice was husky, lust-filled, and she felt him twitch between her legs.

“I don’t care.” He growled, hips shifting into that space between her legs. She could feel him thumping against her clit through her pants. She inhaled as her hips jerked in his hands. A futile attempt at slapping his shoulders as her eyes rolled again. Before she could say anything else? His lips were on hers, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. The sweep, dance, and tangle of their lips drowned out the shuffle of fabric.

She grabbed the metal bar behind her to hold herself upward. One hand dug into his back as he picked up speed. She wanted to keep up the lie - so badly. She wanted nothing more than to pretend that she hadn’t been thrilled by that kiss. That she hadn’t thought about the what-ifs of that night.

Her focus was on her job - and the success of the tour. Because this would open the door to her future. She didn’t need anything like this to happen - especially with one of the members.

7 floors left.

Her mind went blank as he moaned into her mouth. Her body responded as she dragged her hips against the cock throbbing against her sex. There were four layers of dark fabric, keeping them from being completely reckless.

Her hips undulated as they devoured each other in ravenous kisses. He grunted as fingers dug possession into her skin. Her ankles locked behind him as she lost herself to the moment. The elevator walls dripped condensation as if it was a nervous voyeur to the heated scene unfolding.

5 floors left.

God, if he could just….

….there was too much fabric.

She bit into his bottom lip, and Taehyung grabbed the bar to support himself. Before he realized it, she was pushing herself against him. She was the aggressor as her hands locked behind his neck. There was a look of absolute determination on her face. She was close and determined to reach the finish line.

He could feel the quiver of energy, tightening the muscles in his groin. It felt like all the energy in his body pooled in his gut.

3 floors left.

She moaned his name like a sacred prayer to god’s long dead. Taehyung saw stars as he came in a furious, messy, rush inside his pants. She felt him pulsing against her clit as she followed him. Her hips pushed into his, and they throbbed, wet, and panting against each other.

He kissed her in an attempt to swallow her moans, trading breaths - they paused at the sound of voices getting louder.

Ding.

There were random tourists ready to head out into the night. Taehyung lowered his head as he pushed out of the elevator. They separated just in time to collect themselves before the doors opened. She smiled brightly, shuffling out of the elevator as the people stepped inside. There was a mild look of curiosity as they spied the moisture on the elevator walls.

The doors closed, leaving the two of them in awkward silence. She pushed that wealth of dark curls back into a soft puff. He was staring at her as she adjusted her shirt. He could already see the beginnings of a purple forming on the surface of her skin. Taehyung’s lips lifted upward in the slightest of smirks.

She still had that hooded haze in her eyes, the throes of orgasmic bliss still visible in the dilation of her pupils. He felt the blood surge straight into the beginning of another erection. He couldn’t help but grab himself as her eyes met his.

“G-goodnight, Taehyung.” Her voice was still husky, throaty. A thick swallow as she turned in the opposite direction, on wobbly legs, and made her way to the other side of the floor. He watched her rub the back of her neck, smooth her hands over her hips. His head tilted at the sway of her ass, the calculated steps to stay upright.

He licked his lips and watched her as she disappeared.

I should get it over with. I should just…go to her room…

He snapped his teeth as the prickle in his skin told him otherwise. She was right - he was overheating. He turned in the opposite direction toward his room. He hadn’t had enough to eat, and he could feel it. Tae struggled to stay upright as he fumbled for his keycard. He shouldered the door open, letting it close behind him. The suitcase felt like a two-ton weight behind him. His palm dug into his eye socket as he eyed the tray of food waiting for him.

He tugged off the hoodie and tossed it into a chair. His nostrils flared at the scent that filled the air. Fingers locked into the waist of his sweats and he dared a peek. The moist spot in his underwear, the sticky residue dribbling against his abdomen - proof. It wasn’t a dream. He twitched at the thought of a face. His head fell back as his eyes closed. He was sure he’d break his record tonight. Taehyung was ready to go for number two until his bathroom door opened.

“Hyung..” Taehyung’s eyes went wide as he turned around. The waist of his pants snapped against his skin, causing him to groan. “…What took you so long?” Taehyung’s thick swallow wasn’t lost on the maknae.

Jungkook had a hand on a towel wrapped hip. Freshly showered, a smaller towel drying strands of his dark hair. He gave a short sniff as Taehyung stared at him as if he’d seen a ghost. The maknae smirked, moving closer to his best friend.

“You know I hate when you make me wait, Tae.” The maknae narrowed dark eyes that trailed down the length of Taehyung’s body.

…and the tight grip that Tae had on the erection tenting his pants.

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Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 5- Straight to Video

"All aboard, hit the road All the bullshit can't be ignored It's hard to place in my face, no emotion."

They really didn’t have much time to decompress and analyze the details of their recent adventure until they started docking maneuvers at the spaceport: Dragon’s Den. The spaceport had been around for as long as some could remember as it dated back to when the area was first colonized. However, the inhabitants varied just as greatly as the stars in the sky as it was a haven for most merchants and others looking to do their business. Jin briefed them on who it was that they were heading to see, walking and talking as they made their way down a corridor.

“Min Yoongi is a big-time Broker. He deals with all kinds of things: weapons, parts and even a person or two. Though I will say that he doesn’t slave trade and that’s good enough for me. He owes me and Jungkook a couple of favors so we should be able to get your parts but I don’t know long it’s gonna take.”

Nyala looked over his profile that Jungkook put together for her, the compact viewing device beeping quietly as she scrolled through it. He looked fairly human by all standards but Yoongi was actually a member of a species called the Agma, iris’ as black as the vacuum of space and having some psionic abilities that were exceptionally strong in the pure-blood families. Another way to tell them apart from humans was some of the dots near their eyes, resting high on their cheekbones. Most would mistake them for moles or other disfigurations but the more that one had signaled how old they were.

Nyala had to wonder what was one of those pure-blood family members doing all the way out there, having his own business?

They all approached a mansion, guards everywhere and even having to surrender their own weapons as they entered the building. The inside was lined with various things such as art, vases and other contemporary objects that would have fetched a great price. They, sadly, were not there to shop or even contemplate the various pieces as they kept up the brisk pace through the mansion. The guards escorted them directly to Yoongi’s office, some even giving them a look of disdain as they walked. Still, they arrived without incident and entered the spacious room to wait on the Broker himself. When he arrived, Vairuit and Nyala found him to be a bit short and not at all how they’d imagined him. He also arrived with a fair looking man, one that seemed to be softer and kinder than the Broker.

“Yes, I’m kind of short but I’m still taller than most people.”

The curt and grumbling voice that came out of the Broker seemed to be a stark contrast to his features. His partner smiled for him, however. He gave a bow to the guests and gestured for them to take a drink.

Vairuit eyeballed the pair of them before slowly making her way over to the table, something that was making the Mao unsettled about either one of them. Nyala could feel the same thing coming from one or the other but she chose not to partake in the liquor like the others and also preferring to hold her tongue about that fact. Yoongi’s black eyes bore into Nyala, one of the few that didn’t back away from her red gaze. He stared at her for a solid minute before he spoke up again, arms crossed as he surveyed the rest of them.

“So, you brought fuckin’ pirates to my sector. I’ve already had multiple requests to capture you and sell you out. From both sides. ” He walked out from behind his desk and stood directly in front of Nyala, unbothered by anything. “So give me a good reason to not turn you in and no--Jin, your favors don’t count in this instance.”

He tossed out the last part to the pilot over his shoulder who protested quite loudly and quite rapidly. Vairuit started to growl lowly at the threat and he tossed the Mao a silencing look, not that it did much good as she stared him down just as he had done to the Ifrit before. Before a fight could break out, Jin and Nyala both attended to him with her finally silencing the entire room.

“Fine but what I am about to tell you will put you in even more danger than just a few requests .” Yoongi grunted and signaled for her to continue talking as he made his way back to his desk, taking a seat. Nyala raised her arm, the apparatus on her arm glowing as she pushed buttons. Finally, she threw out her hand and a hologram appeared of a body. Arrows and lines pointed to several parts of the body as it rotated for all to see.

“This is a Bio-Android, designation TLS0B7. I took her from the pirates, along with this ship,” She waved her hand again and the schematics for the ship appeared, “This is the Antares . Both the Android and the ship work in tandem as a complex warship and navigation system. However, the pirates want both back in order to feed their delusions of making it to a place that cannot be piloted to via normal means. To get there, they must traverse and decode a path left behind by a group called the Ancients.”

Another wave of her hand and both the schematics for the Android as well as other information popped up side by side. Pictures and words floated around for them to read, showing all the information that she had collected. Yoongi was absorbing all the information, head resting in his hands in thought. The rest all gathered around the presentation as well, fascinated with what was being presented there. She gave them all a minute to continue to look things over before continuing on with what she was explaining to them all.

“The Demon Armada is convinced that the combo of the Android and the ship will lead them down the 13 Paths of the Dragon to the center of this system. According to them, they believe everything is connected and will lead them to this one particular ‘Holy Place’. In this place, anything is possible or achievable and they want to use this to obtain absolute power.”

Yoongi scoffed at her last few words, looking over at Jungkook. He, in turn, stared back and made no other noise otherwise. Jin noticed this exchange and cleared his throat, stepping up to the diagram.

“So you’re saying that they want to use this Android and ship to get to a place that nobody can get to? Based on a religion? That seems a bit far fetched .”

“I realize how this sounds but the reason I know as much as I do is because I used to be one of them.” Several people sucked in a breath at the declaration but she held up a hand, “However, the reason I was recruited was because of my extensive knowledge of the antithesis to their power: Majik. I am one of the few surviving Priestess’ that practice this art and can develop Curse Bullets.”

She reached in her coat to reveal the black gun and several of the bullets. Yoongi suddenly jumped up at the sight of the weapons, making his companion look at him in alarm as well as Jungkook. She placed one such bullet on Yoongi’s desk, Jungkook coming over to view the object himself. Nyala waved a hand and the bullet flashed blue, turning hot in his hand as it rattled on the desk. With another wave, it became still and left a scorch mark on the wood when Jungkook picked it up. The both of them looked at each other, volumes weighing down the silence between them. Even Vairuit eyeballed what they had, a look of concerned interest etched all over her features.

“However, this is the extent of my knowledge about their operations. In the escape, both the Android and the Antares were both damaged as I was heavily out-gunned. I was nothing but a researcher and captive until an opening came about. I would not want lives torn apart over something I could prevent, so taking them seemed like the best option.” She pushed another button and the hologram cut out, a weight almost being lifted off her chest. The companion walked up to Nyala and took one of her hands, smiling at her. She felt her body relax under his gaze before jerking her hands away from him.

“I’m sorry you went through so much. Please allow us to help you. I am Park Jimin.”

Yoongi nearly choked on air when Jimin proclaimed their help, sputtering his defiance at what he said. Jin clapped him on the shoulder, grinning before looking over at the desk that held a groaning mess. Yoongi rubbed his face aggravatedly before falling silent again, mulling everything over that had been presented to him. Vairuit chewed on a fingernail as she watched them all, going over everything herself. She hadn’t thought about some of the old teachings in a while but she didn’t expect a version of them to slap her in the face in the midst of a job. She certainly didn’t expect to sign up for a crusade, either.

Suddenly, there was a beep that brought them all back to the reality at hand. Yoongi almost punched it, barking out his displeasure at being interrupted. The voice informed them that more messages were being sent in, all of them getting more and more agitated as they went along. The last one promised that he would be dealt with should he not give up the fugitives within the next two days. He scoffed again, something akin to a laugh as he told the receptionist to delete them all. Sitting back down at his desk, he placed his head in one of his hands as he propped himself upon the arm of the chair. With a sly grin, the Broker eyeballed the lot of them again before making his decision.

“Give me a list of all the parts you need and Jimin, stop making our guests uncomfortable. I have a feeling we’re about to partake in an adventure again.” He pushed another button and a screen popped up, showing another person who stood at attention. “Hey, you. I’m feeling bored so I’m going to take the business abroad. In two days, I’m leaving so have whatever parts I send you ready before then.”

The person chirped their reply before the communication was terminated. Jin groaned at his words and whipped around to face him.

“Look, we appreciate you and all your business but-”

“But what? You don’t want me? Sorry, I’m going too. Investments and all..” Yoongi gave Jin a wicked grin before turning back to the others, daring them to say anything else. Even Nyala had to back down from that stare. The journey forward was about to become an even more interesting one.

No Words, pt 6

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Like, the sloppiest BJ in a karaoke room [public-ish?], Bossy/Brave OC, Angsty, Deep BJ action [like no regard for throat space, breathe through your nose and like it-deep].

A/N - I’m still navigating the whole label thing. Ya’ll are gonna have to forgive me. Cause sex and all that comes with it is just ‘normal’! But, Happy New Year! 

Words:  3755

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Tae had been laughing with everyone else at the table. He was two bottles in and working on a third, he was well past his normal limit. But, his brow furrowed as a voice echoed into the restaurant. Even Jimin stopped laughing for a moment, turning to Tae and the others. The look on his face as he pointed upward, was shocked.

Jin and Hobi even tilted their heads to better hear. The rest of the staff seemed to quiet down as the breathy, almost tenor, voice pushed lyrics with a gentle finesse into the microphone. Jeongguk watched her with wide eyes as she let her voice swell into the first bridge. She was nervous, he could tell by how tightly her eyes were shut. She seemed to take quiet breaths away from the microphone, that was professional of her.

Proof positive you can learn a lot by hanging around entertainers. She kept a comfortable pace for herself as the last phrases signaled Gguk’s turn. He had turned away toward the screen before she opened her eyes. She reached for the bottle of soju she brought with. She would need more liquid courage to get through this song.

It was her favorite song - but there was a loss attached to it, that made it even more personal. Jeongguk turned to her as the piano crescendo toward the most complicated parts of the song. They took turns in tandem carrying lyrics in the respective strengths. By this time they were looking at each other, the alcohol boosting her courage. The intimate setting gave her nothing to fear.

They were in unison as they eased into the few notes before that throat searing high note run that was a focal point of the song. She held it for all that she was worth, sailing downward to a point where Jeongguk took over complicating the run as he sailed into a brief baritone. Don’t know when, but they held hands as they pulled out all the stops.

Their fingers intertwined as they smiled at each other. The piano descended into the soft subtle la-la notes that ended the song. They took turns bouncing between notes before Gguk ran the last notes down the vocal ladder. The piano ends on that soft, sullen note. Jeongguk had his hands around her waist. She smiled softly, and he felt it again. His hand splayed against the base of her spine causing a wide-eyed look.

“I-uh, t-thanks, Jeongguk.” She bit her lip directing his eye there. There was the faintest hint of blush as she stepped away from him.

“No problem, noona.” He offered a wobbly smile as he set the microphone down. He opened the door to the sound of …clapping? They both furrowed their brows sticking their head out of the room. The other members and staff were clapping, whistling, and just generally being obnoxiously loud. But, it was good-natured! She covered her face when she realized what had just happened.

“Andwaaaeeeeeeeeee?!” She groaned ducking back into the room to hide. Jeongguk laughed, turning as she sprawled on the couch. Her arm was tossed across her forehead as she laughed. The maknae tilted his head, a faint laugh lingering, as he actually looked at her. She was glowing, radiant, and just beautiful. A hand absently scratched at his stomach as he watched her. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her at work before. But, some reason, tonight? He really saw her.

She finally came down from that tipsy laughter, a finger wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. A head tilts as Jeongguk stood in the doorway. Something about his gaze gave her pause. “You good, Jeongguk?” He blinked as he forced himself to stay in the doorway. He forced himself to not go back into that room.

“Yah, noona. You could just call me Ggukie, like everyone else.” She clutched the hem of her dress with a small smile. Not again.

But, he’s right. She really doesn’t use any nicknames for him. “You’re right, Ggukie.” The maknae gave an exuberant smile and walked off.

Tae watched the maknae walk down the hall with his eyes too large for his face. He knew that look - he knew it well.

Tae plastered a lazy smile on his face plucking up a bottle of peach soju and a bottle of cider.

“I need to make sure our superstar is hydrated.” They laughed as Tae departed the table, his expression changing once out of their view. The two bottles held between long deft fingers, he met Jeongguk halfway down the hallway. They slowed as they reached the same space. Tae looked unamused at Jeongguk in the throes of some deep revelation.

“Were you looking at her, Gguk-ah?” A subtle brow ticked upward. The maknae swallowed hard with a silent shake of his head.

“N-no, Jimin jokes around about wanting to kiss her. A few staff members mentioned wanting to try and..date her. But, I..” He let his gaze hit the floor as he tried to process.

“You what, Jeongguk? You what..?” Tae leaned in with a baritone growl.

“I don’t know, Taehyung!” A hissing whisper turned to the elder. Jeongguk’s tongue poked at the side of his cheek as his leg began to vibrate. “I don’t fucking know.” Tae scoffed as he gave the maknae a once over.

“I do.” Tae continued his stroll toward the end of the hall. “I knew some time ago.” Was that a warning? Jeongguk watched as Tae disappeared down the hall - their eyes meeting one last time as he disappeared around a corner.

He hissed making his way back to the table, schooling his expression as Jimin poured a shot for him. “Thanks, hyung.” The conversation turned back to meat, booze, and accidents on stage.

An hour passed, and then two as Jeongguk made merry with the table. Why had he suddenly felt something bitter in the pit of his gut?

Ah, right.  Because there was no singing coming from that room.

She was literally hiding in that room. She didn’t know that they would be broadcast to the restaurant. That sneaky bastard! She knew there was an option whether to have your song be public or private. Ah! She was tipsy, her confidence shattered as she plucked up the last remnants from a nearby bottle. A full, glossy pout as she realized that was all. A tsk of sound as she sucked on her teeth.

“Peach and Cider. Right, noona?” A husky voice was threatening to shatter what high she had left. Tae filled the doorway dangling two precious bottles between his fingers. She had an unamused look on her face as he smirked. One hand tucked into his pocket as he sauntered forward. Almost a bit of a dance in his step, her eyes were glued to him.

He stood in front of her the bottles extended. Her lips flattened into a straight line as she took the soju. Opened it. Then proceeded to hammer half the bottle down. She came up for air the bottle slammed down as she stood.

Her lashes lowered as she licked her lips. “Let me tell you something, Kim Taehyung.” His gaze darkened as he smirked at her. His head tilted back as the tip of his tongue played against his lip. Oh, she knew that look. See he used that look on stage when he was feeling himself.

But she had been a victim of its devastating real-world application. She pointed her finger into his chest. “How, fucking, dare you,” Her lips raised in a half-snarl. Stepping forward caused him to step back, a look of concern on his face. “W-what do y-..” He stuttered before she cut him off.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with?” Her gaze narrowed as she tilted her head. “Do you think I’m one of those crazy, delusional females that see nothing but you in their world, huh?” His brow furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak, she put her hand over his mouth and continued.

“As we say where I’m from? I’m a grown-ass woman!” His brows lifted as he grunted against her hand. His back hit the wall and she was the one invading his personal space. The sound of loud off-key singing was faint from their room location. But, it was obviously filling the restaurant with glee.

She pushed the door closed and locked it. He watched her do this - still confused as he turned back to her. Her hand still plastered against his mouth. She leaned forward until her lips brushed the back of her hand. Until he couldn’t see anything but the shadow she provided.

“You want to play games, Taehyung?” She purred, the vibration of it sending prickles from his face to his toes. He grunted again when he felt her finger digging in the loop of his pants. She smiled so sweet, so venomous. “Then let’s play.” Her voice dipped to a low that he had never heard from a female. Taehyung’s blood began to boil and jet straight to his cock. He couldn’t help the soft moan against her hand.

“That’s right. Relax.” The tinkling sound of a belt coming undone. The sound of his zipper was like a sonic boom echo in the room. He sucked in his stomach as the tip of her fingers brushed against his skin. The tip of her tongue played along with the pearly white of her teeth. She pulled the lower corner of her lip between her teeth. Their gazes traveled down between their bodies as he sprung up and over the gold and black patterned waistband of his Versace trunks.

“Hmm. So that’s what it looks like.” She watched his Adam’s apple bob on a heavy swallow. Her fingertips tapped against the precum moistened slit of his cock. “Tsk, tsk, Tae. You have no patience, do you?” The alcohol-infused confidence melted into something else.

“Pull them down for me, would you?” Tae’s breathing increased as he gawked at her. She smiled her own gaze darkening. “I didn’t stutter, Taehyung. Pull. Them. Down.” He didn’t know what this feeling was. He was excited, afraid, and doing what she told him. He tugged the pants and boxers down to his thighs. He sprang free and gloriously hard. He watched her eye his erection with her tongue swiping her lip. She looked up and spoke against the back of her hand still on his mouth. “The game is called. Be Quiet.” The hand moved till a finger pushed against his lips. She dropped into a crouch in front of him. That dress pooled in front of her but it rode up her thighs enough to make his mouth water. “Remember, be quiet.” She was eye level with his cock and this felt strange? Maybe wrong? He was about to protest…but she opened her mouth.

She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

In one motion.

Her nose thumping into the veins of his abdomen.

Her throat relaxed around him and he just…sailed through her lack of gag reflex.

FUCK?! Fuckfuckfuckfuck?! His mind filled with obscenities as he bit his own hand till it bled. The incisors broke the skin, maybe bone? He swore there was crunching noises. A long, soul-wrenching sound bubbled in his chest. He clawed the air as hyperventilation set in. She hadn’t moved again. She was there with her eyes lifted to his face. Watching him crumble, fight, and struggle for air and silence.

She backed off him so slowly, he thought he had fainted only to wake up still in her mouth. He kept that hand in his mouth as she released him with a loud pop from between her lips. She was dangerous. Who was this person? This person was out for blood and it was running down his wrist.

“N-noona..” A hoarse plea as he stared down at her. His cock throbbing, glistening, and angry in front of her face. She was breathing on it sending goosebumps sailing up against his chest.

“Shh.” She kissed the drooling tip.

“N-noona, please.” He begged. Who was he!? Since when?! His fingers clutched into the fabric of his shirt as her tongue played and pushed at the tip entrance.

“Please what, Taehyung-ah?” Oh, she was in control. There was no doubt about it. The saliva that filled the corner of his mouth as he watched her, expectant.

“P-please,” He swallowed against the dryness in his mouth. “…do it again?” He watched her lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

She obliged him. The stability in the repeat was just as toe-curling. Her fingers dug half-moon welts into his thigh. Her throat stayed relaxed as she pulled off him, by half  - then pushed herself back down. Taehyung felt the immediate build of pressure in his gut. She sucked him with a slowness that was robbing him of his reason. She took her sweet, blessed, time letting lips drag over every vein. Her tongue traced, swirled, and flicked against him.

He wanted to cry. The tears pooled in his eyes at the immense pain of not being able to express himself. She fucked her throat on him causing him to suck in a breath and hold it. He bit his lip as his head thumped against the wall. He looked down at her, at him disappearing inside of her mouth. His cheeks puffed and deflated as he silently mouthed all the things he would do to her. He mouthed how he wanted to cram himself down her throat and live there. He silently promised that the next time he got her ass in his hands?

She would be his. She was his. There would be no stopping him the next time. He would have his vengeance. He would have her.

But for now?

“A-ah, noona. I-I’m…” He half-whispered, half sobbed. She knew though she could feel swelling, throbbing against her molars as she abused him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of cock as she stood. He slammed his head against the wall as the orgasm seemed to stay in one spot.

And build.

Like a knotted hose inflating due to the build of water pressure. The tears fell down his cheeks as she watched him. “No, you’re not. Not yet, beautiful.” She pulled him by his dick toward the couch near them. She picked up the soju with her free hand, feeling him tremble between her fingers. She took a swig of soju, it burned.

She took a swig of cold cider, it cooled.

Her gaze lifted upward to his lust blown pupils. Oh, she knew he was cursing her existence. Did she know that sooner or later - they would come to a head? She knew that he was plotting against her - and she didn’t care. The cider cooled her throat.

“What do you have to say?” Her tone neutral, almost nonchalant as she continued to drink the cider.

“P-please. Please.” He spoke broken words between his teeth, a growl pushing outward. A pout as she squeezed a little hard. He shuddered and bucked against the fist. He was slick with spit he slipped in that pocket grip. Little bucks of his hip as her grip relinquished bit by bit. A throaty laugh as he wound up fucking the perfect space between her fingers. “Please, not like this. Not like ah-ha! F-fuck!”

“You keep saying not like this, but you keep fucking my fist Tae. So what do you want?” That dulcet purr as he stopped shaking, and sweating. His hair clinging to his forehead. He grits his teeth as he stared down at her.

“M-mouth.” He growled. Her brow ticked upward as she took down the last of that cider. “I want your mouth.” That borderline plea and order.

“Is that all?” She could feel him pulsating, ready to burst. “Fine. You have my permission.” He stepped in front of her as she opened her mouth. His fingers trembled as they slid along her jaw. “Get yourself off, Tae.”

He leaned down smashing their lips together again. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, tasting soju, cider, and remnants of him tucked against her tastebuds. He whined into her mouth as a surge of blood thickened him even more.

Their faces parted as his fingers threaded through the hair at the back of her head. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand pressing that erection down and into her mouth. “Look at me, Noona. I want you to see, ok?” His lip slipped from between his teeth as he positioned himself in front of her. His hands clasped behind her head as he pushed himself into her mouth. He felt that slippery slide of her uvula on the top of his dick.

Taehyung moaned at the cool sensation assaulting his sensitive flesh. Then it was hot, moist, and tight as he tried to push himself down her gullet. Her eyes were on his face as he watched himself disappearing into her mouth time and time again. His fingers smoothed those silky, straightened locks away from her face. The strands were gathered at the back of her head like a joystick.

He smashed into that open space relishing that moist sound of her breathing between thrusts. He was fixated. He was seeing himself disappearing into that space between her legs. He could hear those moans again. She would scream his name. He would make her scream his fucking name. So everybody around them would know that he was balls deep into her womb. That he was the only one that would be. That he was the only one who could.

That he was, “…H-ha…hah…”

….and would be, “Mmm. Mhm, mhm, just like…t-that..”

….the only one… “Ah-f-fuck. Fuck…fuck…”

…who could. “F-fuck, gonna come…gonna come….gonna -Ah!?”

Taehyung was sure he was going to vomit. His stomach twisted and churned as he fucked into her mouth. His toes curled in his expensive shoes as he seemed to move closer. He wanted to sink inside her. He wanted there to be no discernible end or beginning to either of them. The tears squeezed out of his eyes as he thought of all things, all the ways that he would have her.

It was like a hose steadily unfurling itself. A loose knot blasted straight by the buildup of pressure. His heart was trying to break his rib cage and leap from his chest. His mouth opened on a hoarse cry as he pushed her nose against his abdomen and erupted down her throat. Her jaw had remained slack, relaxed to squeeze the head of his cock. When he came? She suction-locked her mouth around him.

Taehyung roared as she wrapped her tongue around his length. He clawed the air as he shook violently into a second orgasm. He looked down at her triumphant look, pleading with her to release him. His voice so hoarse it could scarcely be heard. He was overly sensitive as she pumped him for every single drop.

He fell out of her mouth with a wet sounding plop. Taehyung whined in despair as he watched her take a shot of soju afterward?! His cock had the audacity to perk the tiniest bit. She licked her lips, reapplied her lip gloss, and stood to smooth the front of her dress.

She had to take small, easy steps. It simply looked as if she was relishing her triumph - feeling her womanly power. It was all of that, yes. But, it was also the fact that she was so wet she could hear it. Tae was so devastated he couldn’t focus on anything.

Both of their pupils were dilated as they faced off. Tae reached for his raw cock, hissing between his teeth as he pulled his briefs and pants up. The sensation of fabric had him shuddering. He was drenched in sweat, his eyes red from crying.

“I am not to be toyed with, Kim Taehyung.” That dulcet purr.

“Oh, noona. I beg to disagree.” He spoke between clenched teeth.

“I think you’ve done enough begging for the night, no?” A brow arched with a dark chuckle.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, stepping into her space again. “This isn’t over, noona.” He spoke behind a feral sneer.

“I don’t have time for your games, V. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen? But, You need t-..”

Taehyung’s voice increased. He stepped close enough for their noses to touch. “A game? You think I’m playing a game?” He scoffed as his hand wrapped with subtle pressure around her neck. “I’m not playing, noona.”

She was nonplussed by the hand around her throat. But the words coming out of his mouth? The bravado fell away. Her assumptions shown to be flawed as he admitted that this wasn’t some little phase. That she wasn’t an exotic target for shits and giggles.

Her eyes went wide as the implications spread fear like a virus through her system.

She gulped. The bob of her throat against his hands caused him to squeeze, just a little more. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned into it. “You can’t. WE cannot, Taehyung.” He snapped his teeth as the rooms began to fall silent one by one.

The excursion was coming to an end.

She moved his hand from her throat storming toward the door.

“Yah, noona…?” She turned as the meat scented, cool air erased the heat built in that room. She turned over her shoulder to watch him as he stood there.

Regal as a Prince. His hands balled in determination. That arrogant tilt of his head, the tip of his tongue tapping against his lips.

“I can. I will. Watch me.” She smirked and continued down the hall.

She turned the corner as Jimin came yelling down the hallway that they were leaving.

“Ah, Noona! Did you fall asleep? I missed you!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and laughed all the way into the company of others. She let a few laughs restore her spirits.

Jeongguk dropped an arm around her shoulders, “We’re taking a picture, ok?” She nodded and smiled, squished in by staff and members alike.

Gguk showed her the photo full of smiles and goofy faces. But, what she also saw?

Taehyung just behind them looking ready to kill.

                           It is now 91 days post kiss.

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