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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.