The Bias Rekkers 2020!

The Bias Rekkers 2020!

Happy New Year from The Bias Rekkers! 

We ended 2019 on a good note - and steady growth! 

So, this is a little spiel about our current offerings! 

Make It Right [Mafia!AU, Smut [later], Slow Burn, Angst, Heavy/Graphic Violence, BTS as main characters - Multifandom character usage.] 

Type: Series by Admin E

Current Chapter: 8

Posting: Tumblr, AO3, and Wattpad.

7 boys. 7 Brothers from the countryside in South Korea come up with a plan at the peak of their adolescence. They want more than what they have. They want more than what their small town offers. So they risk it all on a plan - a gamble, in Seoul. 

Fast forward ten years later and somehow those 7 boys from the countryside are a well-respected part of the criminal underground. But they didn’t plan to stay forever. This is a tale of 7 men trying to leave the darkness and step into the light. 

And the fight to keep all they hold dear safe in the process. 

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Edge of Forever [Space/Sci-Fi/Outlaw Star!AU, Smut [later], Slow Burn, Angst, Heavy/Graphic Violence, BTS as main characters with Multifandom character usage]

Type: Series by Admin L

Current Chapter: 9

Posting: Tumblr, AO3, and Wattpad.

A rag-tag crew of misfits suddenly find themselves on a mystical ship. Maybe it’s the mystical woman, her strange cargo, and a vessel cloaked in mystery and intrigue. That precious cargo is a part of an ancient relic from long ago. 

The only way to find its purpose is to journey to the deep outer ridges of space. That would be perfectly fine if it wasn’t for every organization in the galaxy attempting to track them down! As they pick up strange and, at times, annoying characters on the way - they all realize something strange pulling them together.

And pulling them all to the edge...

What lies for them there?

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No Words [Idol!AU, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Porn With Plot, Angst, Fluff (if you squint), NSFW, BTS as central with OCs]

Type: Series by Admin T

Current Chapter: 7 [plus completed Interlude Flashback series.

Posting: Tumblr

A love of music brings you to a prestigious program at the local college in Chicago, Il. As a surprise, your class is invited to the next BTS concert happening that night. By chance, the technical director gives your class a chance to run the show. 

Under careful guidance, you impress - and enjoy the rest of the show. You were high as a kite while helping backstage - that is until you bumped into Kim Taehyung. 

And he decides he wants you all to himself - now, he just has to figure out how to make that happen.

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And that’s that! We would love to hear what you think of our pieces! Our ask box is open! We take requests! We take threats of legal action for hurting your feelings, or making you question your bias choices! 

Thank you for enjoying so far! Please love these stories as we do! 

These stories are just getting started - keep an eye on us! We update every 1-2 days here: Bias Rekkers Masterlist

Happy Writing! And Happy Reading! 

No Words - Interlude

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

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

Warning: None.

A/N - Felt the need to roll back before moving forward. So, you’ll get two releases this weekend! This is the first two of 5, Thank you for reading this mess of a story!

Words:  3712

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2 Years Ago.

Lucky.

You couldn’t have asked for a situation to be luckier.  Her heartbeat could have doubled as a production drum track. One of her classmates, another girl from the inner city, looked bored as they sat in the auditorium. They both wanted to make music, good music - exciting music. They wanted to be at the forefront of technology and techniques for producing. They wanted the keys to the kingdom of hit songs.

The college decided that they could only get that experience - by working with the best of the best. They had invited a range of performers to come and discuss their methodology. Each had a formula that worked for them. Each performer had a story to connect to their songs. It wasn’t about the number one hit, it was about making honest music. About being true to themselves in the best way they can. Especially in an industry, and a country, that didn’t always accept differences.

She had been listening to various music styles, genres, and languages from a young age. It started in Jr. High, taking Spanish in 7th grade. She followed that throughout her High School time. She’s not embarrassed to say that Ricky Martin was apart of her foray into the Latin sounds. She listened to older songs, love songs, the music, and the story enthralled her.

Japanese animation spurred her love for J-Rock and J-Pop. X-Japan dragged her into the world, Dir en Grey kept her attention. She was in love with Visual Kei. Old rock, alternative rock, a smidge of country, and anything with a beat that caused her to lean her head toward it. She was an audiophile, plain, and simple.

Lead by a thin thread of melody until she had to devour the whole discography of an artist. She wanted to know all the ins and outs of the industry. Granted, there were other worthwhile fields to explore, so she was told. There was almost an expectation of finding easy money in business or even medical fields. She wrote poetry and song lyrics as long as she could remember. Music had been apart of the highs and lows of her life. She could associate a song for every pivotal moment of her life. The playlist spanned generations and the globe. It started when someone introduced her to Super Junior. Then it spiraled into 2NE1, Shinhwa, and the list went on and on.

She was so thankful her family didn’t try to limit her. Her parents expected her to be open-minded to the world around her. It was something instilled in her upbringing. That open-minded was the bane of her existence during her high school years, unfortunately. In a place where anything different made you strange or weird. She didn’t care for the urban selections that most of her friends were into.

There were times when her father put on his old school albums that she felt a connection. She wanted the story of music. She wanted the lyrics to strike her heart. That’s what she wanted in her music. She tried to write music, make music like that. All the artists she admired took chances, grew, and came back with something new.

And now?

She was sitting in an auditorium waiting for the most significant thing in music to come speak to their group.

She had a plethora of questions, worries, and fears. Everyone on the planet had heard about BTS at this point. There were a few of them who had managed to jump on the train early. Especially finding that they were working with legends in the rap community. Some watched expecting a spectacle - and to a degree? It was a spectacle.

Some wanted to see the thinking process of pinnacles of music that filled many a block party or high school dance. Let’s not forget backyard BBQs and family gatherings. Songs that whether you cared for the genre or not? Still managed to cause your body to move.

An elbow dug into her side as her friend stared wide-eyed at the line of men entering the auditorium. They were all seated semi-circle on the stage. BTS stood in front as the students clapped.

The boys had soft, quiet, smiles waving as RM straightened with a smooth phrase. It was almost military in precision as they saluted, bowed, and introduced themselves. They each took a moment to say hello in English at that. She tilted her head as they spoke.

It’s always a treat to hear a singer’s speaking voice. Some sharply contrasted their sounds. Others were no different from one to the other. She enjoyed the vocal textures, rich, or light tones as they spoke. Her friend saw her grinning like an idiot as her eyes rolled.

“Girl, get yourself together!” Tasha finally whispered to her. There was a thick swallow as she realized what she’d been doing. The boys were provided seats and microphones. They were treated to an acoustic version of one of their songs. To see the look of shock on the other student’s faces was an absolute treat.

She could only smile as time seemed to zip by. Filled with questions and curiosities. She asked all the questions she could. Always sure to ask for clarification, examples, and advice. RM was ready with a smooth, dimpled smile as he translated.

They all had solos under their belts at this time. So it was interesting to hear their thought processes. They all had one thing in common, though. The need to tell a story and convey emotion. To make sure that those who heard their music heard a message. It had been the most successful tactic thus far.

“So that ends our time. Everyone lets give BTS a round of applause!” The professor stood, the students followed. The boys bowed again and joined in the applause. They all gathered to shake hands, thanking them for taking time out of their grueling schedule.

RM raises his hands, spreading them wide. “Thank you for your time! We’ll see you tonight!” Everyone stared blankly at him, then their professor, who smiled widely. “Oh, I forgot to mention. We have permission to go backstage and watch operations for a tour.” To say that the sound that rose from the sudden silence was almost choral? It echoed off the walls as hands shook vigorously, shoulders were clapped - and the excitement caused tears.

“Alright, let’s get a picture!” The professor tried to get them all to find a spot. She managed to shake hands with most of the boys. Before she got a chance to shake Taehyung’s hand, they were being herded for a photo. She wound up, almost stepping on his foot as she tried to find a comfortable position. She wanted to shrink into nothingness. There was a bit of jostling before they used the bleachers to get them higher. She remembered one of the first words of Korean she’d learned. An apologetic smile as she mumbled an apology. Tae gave that infamous boxy smile with a wave of his hand. Tasha pulled her close as they sat on the bleachers smiling as the picture was taken. “Alright, you guys, meet back here in an hour - we’ll get shuttled to the stadium. Make sure you have your IDs..” The professor went on about etiquette, decorum, and rules. Nobody was listening - there was too much of a buzz about the show. They dispersed, waving the band members off. She bit into the bottom of her lip as they disappeared.

“Oh. My. God!” Tasha grabbed her and spun around. They laughed as she eyed her friend.

“Wait a minute, you were unimpressed just about an hour ago.” Tasha’s brow shot up with a devious grin.

“Girl, we get to go behind the scenes of the hottest tour yet! I may not understand anything - but I’m happy for the opportunity.” Tasha laughed as she tapped the base of a high ponytail. She pursed her lips, swinging its length. “Honey, that RM, though?” Ah, how many times had she heard that?

“Come on, I have to make sure you don’t embarrass me,” Tasha smirked, yanking her by the arm.

“W-what? That’s mean, Tasha!” She frowned slightly as the other woman rolled her eyes.

“It’s the truth.” She quipped as they hurried across the campus to her dorm.

“We’re going backstage, there’s nothing to dress for.” She kept the frown on her face Tasha bouldered into her apartment and pulled her in.

“Hush! Shower, now!” Tasha was taking no excuses as she pointed to the bathroom.

She grunted, rolling her eyes trudging to the bathroom.

Tasha respected her need to stay ‘practical’ about everything. She preferred oversized shirts, nearly formless skirts, and pants. Her friend wasn’t about that tonight. Tasha stuck her in a pair of jeans, a button-down shirt slightly tucked. She wore a pair of ankle boots accented with a silver chain. And by the time Tasha finished with her makeup? She hardly recognized herself.

“T-Tasha, I think you went a little overboard?” Her friend had just finished her own face. The subtle smokey eye with lower-liner really made her eyes pop! Tasha smirked as she grabbed their bags and pushed her out of the door.

“You’re not used to wearing makeup. Of course, you’d think it was too much.” The other woman rolled her eyes as they sprinted back to the meetup spot with minutes to spare. They all clambered on the shuttle.

All of a sudden, they were there. This was real.

They were walked through the various crew hiding spots. The makeshift dressing spaces underneath the stage. Everything was centrally located for the ease of the members.  The head PD was showing the group the setups, the chasers, and they finally arrived in ‘Monitor World.’ The place that was basically production HQ.

Some took notes, some lingered in the back looking around. Not her, no. She wanted to know what buttons did what. She wanted to know how they were sure that the upper-level fans could hear appropriately.

There were a few people with her curious about various other things. They could hear the crowd until they queued the chase pattern for the opening song. The boys rose from a floor lift. The group went wild as they started in on Blood, Sweat & Tears.

Walkie talkies were going off left and right. Every time something could possibly go wrong? It was pointed out, corrected, and communicated. It was a tight run ship. They moved along to the area under the stage, just as the boys were lowered for a set and costume change.

They were breathing heavy, sweating, and peeling their costumes off. There were people on the sides taking them, ushering them into the makeshift spaces. The students stayed back out of the way. The transition was so fast the students couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. They made it back to the control hub.

As if to make sure they were paying attention? The Head PD asked them to point out what they remembered. Tasha nudged her with a thumbs up. You got this, she mouthed. Everyone shifted on their feet as they fought to not being first.

She straightened her posture as she stepped forward. “I’d like to give it a try.” The Head PD double-blinked as stood next to him. Ah, it was probably her height. She offered a gentle smile and nod, “If that’s ok?”

“Please do. The routine is the same as before.” He smiled with his walkie talkie in hand. She took a deep breath, stepping closer to the operators at the panel. A headset sat on her head as the plethora of voices filled her ear.

The Head PD let them know that a student was making the calls, but he was overseeing. Two more students joined the panel board, the techs looking over their shoulders and pointing out controls.

She counted them down for each new element.

The lights went dark as the chase pattern activated. They could do this - she could do this.

45 very long minutes later?

“Holy fuck, you did it?!” Tasha grabbed her in a frantic hug. “Y-you really fucking did it! I was scared shitless, man!” Her mind was still hazy over what just occurred. Tasha looped their arms together as the concert sailed to a close. They stood in the back eyes trained to the fireworks display above them.

“I thought I was going to vomit.” She admitted quietly. Tasha moved rainbow-colored braids from her face.

“You should be proud of yourself.” They shared a smile as the professor rounded them up again. They followed the road crew as the stage was broken down. The last fans had long gone, and they were all alone again. The trucks, vans, and equipment checked and secured. She had followed the equipment with a few other students. They watched the breakdown and helped to carry pieces to be stored. There were, of course, a few quips of concern as she hauled a miniature subwoofer to the van.

She politely reinforced her ability to contribute and promptly turned with the item in hand. She rolled up her sleeves, forearms contracting as she moved along the corridor. Ah, why did she let Tasha try to doll her up? The familiar burn in her muscles ebbed away as she handed the equipment to the technical director. She was at home when she could tomboy her way through situations.

She offered a bow turning to make her way back to the main group. A moment too long of watching everything around her left her in an area she didn’t recognize. A frown as she spun in a circle taking the next left turn under the created passageways - and she slammed into something.

“Ah!” A voice, male exclaimed as she staggered backward.

She stumbled, and that someone, thankfully, pulled her arm hard to keep her from landing on her rump. She sucked in a breath as her gaze lifted. “Shit! I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was-” A grunt rumbled through the air as her eyes went wide. “Oh.”

Kim Taehyung was plucking the final buttons from his shirt. His gaze lowered to the floor as he fought off exhaustion. They had to get changed to meet up on the stage again. It took him a little longer to get the cramps out of his legs. He barely made out a shadow before his body collided with it.

He saw her bounce from foot to foot before he pulled her arm. He heard the remorse in her voice as she rambled. His brow furrowed as she spoke too quick for him to pick out words. He still had his fingers wrapped around her forearm as she looked up at him.

She smelled … magnificent. His lashes lowered, nostrils flaring, on an inhale. She watched the perfect heart shape of his mouth part softly. She lowered her gaze to the expanse of flesh in her face. He was one button away from a cheesy romance novel cover.

They stood in silence, trading body heat before she glanced at the long fingers burning into her skin. Their gazes locked again, “You should be more careful.” He rumbled softly. Her lip caught between her teeth as she nodded rapidly.

“R-right. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She coughed softly, stepping away from him. His fingers still lingered until they loosened. Her eyes were wide as she turned on her heel, trying to get back out to the main walkway without that hint of desperation in her steps.

Tasha came rounding the corner at that very moment. “Hey! They’re waiting on us on stage for a final picture. Come on! I’m not missing this because of you.” Her friend yanked her along with a stupid grin on her face.

“Tae, Hyung, come on!” Jeongguk showed up as Tae went in the opposite direction. The maknae let him in their makeshift space. He helped Tae peel out of a sweaty costume. “I can’t wait to get some food and a beer.” Tae shrugged on a turtle neck, an oversized sweatshirt, and black slacks.

“That makes two of us.” The visual croaked tiredly. “Come on, then.” Jeongguk gave that bunny-like smile as he dragged Tae toward the stage. Tae sulked, “What are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s brow shot up as they walked into the wings. “We have to take a picture with the class from earlier!” Tae rolled his eyes as he was dragged out. They made it in time for Namjoon to address everyone.

“It’s been an absolute pleasure to meet you all. Good luck in the future. Please wish us well - and maybe? We’ll see you backstage with us someday!” There was a round of applause as everybody tried to find a spot to fit in the picture. Tasha winked as she made her way over to squeeze near Namjoon.

The betrayal of it all! She laughed as Tasha found a sweet spot to brag about later. She, on the other hand, wanted to just kneel down the front. The professor frowned with a wave of her hand, “Come on, you know you’re too tall up here! Stand back there.” There was a grimace on her face as she moved to the back. They were staged in layers again.

“Everybody in!” She felt jostled as arms pulled against her shoulders. Before she had a moment to register anything? Jeongguk squeezed on one side of her, his arm around Taehyung, who squeezed on the other.

Students, Staff, and Band were connected in the joy of a show well done. The camera flashed, and she smiled on autopilot. A few flashes, more applause, and she was quick to escape the trap she found herself in.

Jeongguk had caught a whiff of something pleasant, tilting his head curiously at the tall female. Both he and Tae seemed to find each other’s gaze as they flitted looks at the woman between them.

She turned to shake their hands with a quiet thank you. Both of them seemed to take TOO LONG to let her hand go. She beat feet in Tasha’s direction as soon as she could. Tasha had this dreamy look on her face after speaking to Namjoon for a few minutes.

“Is this what heaven is like?” Tasha’s eyes were glassy and hooded. You’d think the girl finished smoking an exquisite bouquet of the studded sticks.

“It could be, Tash. It could be.” She smiled, turning to look at the empty stadium. The students have all huddled together once again. The professor was talking with the TDs and PDs, even Namjoon was there. There was a look of stern concentration on various faces. A cellphone in the middle of the group seemed to be the main focus.

The chill in the air didn’t phase them as they spoke of their experience. They lamented their mistakes. They reveled in techniques to apply later. They were buzzing with excitement and a renewed appreciation for following their current educational path.

“Ok, everyone, listen up!” Their professor walked back over with a massive smile on her face. Tasha was rambling with her arms wrapped around her frame. She could see the heat of breath wavering in the air. The professor’s excitement was palpable with a gesture back to the team behind her. Suddenly, she could feel her heart thundering against her rib cage. Maybe the others could hear it too? They all got quiet.

They were all staring at each other, then at her. Her mouth was half-open as white noise filled her head. Her brow furrowed deeply as others around her wore looks of shock and disbelief. Then there was more applause.

Tasha grabbed her, jumping up and down, her voice pitched to shrieking. She felt her body shake as she turned the dazed look to her friend.

W-wait, what?

Tasha cupped her face and looked ready to cry. She blinked down into her friend’s face, prepared to be violently sick.

She turned back to the professor, catching the end of her statement as her hearing filtered back in.

“…you passed…” Her eyes went wide. “…intense work-study opportunity…” She was surely going to be sick. “…traveling with the tour…” More applause. “You’ll still need to complete courses, you’ll be provided with online links.” She staggered into Tasha, who laughed even louder.

“We wanted to see how this first run would work, and you surpassed all expectations. Congratulations, you’ll set the tone for the future students of the program.”

You blinked back tears as you engulfed Tasha in a hug. Not only were you all going to be able to get the first-hand experience? You’ll get it with BTS. It all made sense as to why they required a passport as an admission qualification. The professor stepped away to join the technical team while you all rejoiced. Namjoon and the rest of BTS gathered to shake your hands, and offer their congratulations.

Comments expecting good things ahead were traded. She was happy. This was unbelievable - a stroke of luck.

Tasha managed to steal a hug from Namjoon, crying almost harder when she turned around. A firm hand landed on her own, leaving her with a beaming Jeongguk. A half bow, a smile, a nod of thanks as he lingered. Taehyung all but moved the maknae aside to get her hand in his again.

He had that arrogant tilt to his head. The tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he lifted her hand. The light caught the dark chocolate of his gaze as he let his breath ghost across her knuckles.

He eased up, flashing a boxy smile before grabbing Tasha, doing the same. She shook off the strangeness of it all, turning to her friend with open arms.

“We did it!”

Their arms looped as they finally made their way off stage. The shuttle was waiting to get them to a small celebration. She still couldn’t help looking over her shoulder. For just a moment, she felt something staring a hole into her shoulder from the shadows.

Her brow furrowed as Tasha pulled her attention forward.

…just missing the two silhouettes lingering in the wings.

No Words - Interlude V-

Pairing: TaeKook x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback Finale]

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

Warning: Smut. Pining. A smidge of a Threesome [MMF]. More Pining? Angst. 

A/N - The final Interlude V - see what  I did there? Ha. Ok. This is longer, but I hope you can see the connections. We’ll be back to present drama after this. Thank you again for following this hot mess. Maybe there’s some poetic waxing? AND OMGG YA’LL THANKS TO ADMIN E FOR THE PRETTY COVER. WEEEE.

Words:  5.6K [thicc with it. so sorry]

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there’s any reaction? Both are changed. -Carl Jung

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The saying goes that ‘sex changes everything.’ It is a constant nagging in the recesses of your mind. That once you drop your pants? It’s game over. Finito! Done-zo! It’s like you’re a banana, and you just exposed the ripe fruit of your soul. That’s mostly what letting someone into your body is like, after all. All that hubbub and bullshit about being a temple? Well, it’s no lie. We are all emotional receptacles, mismatched puzzle pieces waiting to find someone to fill us or complete a picture.

Who really thinks about these things, though?

When you’re entangled in limbs and lips chasing an electric high that robs your reason? Do you think about the person completing a part of your picture? Or the whole fucking thing? She remembered her mother always saying that love is ready when it’s ready - not when you’re ready for it.

And if you’re not ready when it is? Then what?

Taehyung was sound asleep. Winter began to rage outside, part of the reason why they had time off. Luckily, everybody in the dorm was thoroughly plastered with no plans to rise early for the day. His fingers flexed into emptiness, causing him to wake with a start. A pout formed on his face as he wiped his eyes, reaching for his cellphone, he was surprised it was only an hour after - “Oh, shit.”  

…An hour after he pressed her body into the mattress. He looked around, realizing he wasn’t in his room. He heard the rush of a shower. The sound of her moaning his name rushed back on replay in his brain. Tae gathered up his clothes and hers, settling them neatly on a chair. He saw a few calls and texts from Jeongguk, but he knew the maknae would be fast asleep by now.

The scent of lust still clung to him as he padded out of the room, following the shower sound down the hall. He cracked open the door, peeking inside, to billowing steam and humidity. He moved inside, shutting the door with a gentle click. She hadn’t noticed his presence - but he tilted his head, getting a good look at her now.

Granted, she was almost as tall as he was in her shoes. Without? She was still the tallest female on staff. She was deliciously proportioned. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he let his gaze lift from her feet upward. He saw bruises in purple blossom over the generous amount of ass. She was definitely thicker than most of the girls around them. But, he’s seen her carrying heavy equipment with the staff. There was a hidden musculature there if she flexed adequately.

She was just so fucking soft. He enjoyed the way his hands seemed to melt into her as he held her down. Her hips were full, there was a bit of softness around her stomach, and her breasts were more than a handful.

“Fuck.” A hissed whispered as he swallowed thickly. She was standing under the hot spray of water, wringing out her hair. He was hard all over again as he saw the welts in her shoulders. She spun with her eyes closed to further rinse her hair. He saw the love marks dotting the area below her collar bone.

She turned to put her hands on the wall, still unaware of his presence. His arms slid around her waist as he dared to let his hands settle into the wet nakedness of her body.

It was better than the first time. Nothing was holding them back. She didn’t try to stop as his tongue pressed against her shoulder. The scrape of his nails against the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer. She was so soft, responsive, as he pushed his hips into her.

Perfect.

Everything about her, to him, was perfect. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his teeth. The length of him pushed between her legs. He shuddered at the clench of her thighs around him. His fingers dug into her skin as tongue and teeth nibbled, licked, and marked her. The heat didn’t bother him at all.

She clung to him as he pushed between the squeeze of her thighs. He was going insane with want. His hands slid over her ass, and he pulled her against him. The squelching noises as he slipped between the folds of her sex. All he had to do was angle himself, just a little.

Taehyung didn’t care, not one bit. He spun her into the corner pinning her hips. She bit her lip as their eyes locked. He tilted his hips down, just so, causing the throbbing head of his cock to slip between those folds. Finally. Finally.

His tongue swept his lips as he held her firm. His whole body trembled with the effort to maintain control as he slipped upward.

…and inward.

She bit into his collarbone, and he knew there’d be a mark. She dug half-moon indentations into his flesh as he filled her again. Pressing her into the corner, her back making suction sounds as she connects to the marble tiling. He pulled her leg up as he drove into her. But it was slower, so fucking sweetly, and so devastating in the way he took his time.

At first, he rotated his hips as their mouths parted on heavy breaths. Their eyes lust blown and locked together in the eternal battle. The velvety slide of cock inside the tremor filled cavern of her body was something that she would hate to admit she needed. Their bodies couldn’t be any closer. He took long, languid strokes before he couldn’t resist the plush of her mouth. He leaned in, letting his lips ghost over hers.

A particularly deep thrust had her breath hitching, and he leaned in to steal it. They kissed until their tongues were slick and slippery. They kissed until the pressure was enough to bruise lips. He kissed until every breath of air she took ended inside of him. He could feel the hard prickle of her nipples against his skin. He groaned; she whimpered. He growled; she surrendered. He dropped to his knees with his fingers clutching her thighs as he buried his face into the swollen lips of her sex. He pulled a leg over his shoulder as he pushed his tongue inside of her. She wanted to curl in on herself, he reached a long arm up as her eyes rolled back. His fingers pinched, tugged, and turned a nipple as she shuddered. The slurp and suck noises were too much, the orgasm was vicious and swift. He drank her down, making sure to hold her aloft as her knees failed her. He smirked as she growled, tugging him up by the crown of his head. They kissed again as she registered the remnants of her on his lips. She spun him into the corner as she dropped to a crouch.

A few pumps had him looking to devour her again. She was eye line with that throbbing erection. Oh, he was big. She licked her lips as a plan of attack formed. Taehyung captured the moment for the spank bank later. He didn’t know if he should be scared - because she looked ready to feast in a fashion that wouldn’t be conducive to his health. His hands curled against his hip as he felt the tentative brush of her tongue. Her eyes lifted to his as she let her lips coast of the pulsating head. Then further, further, and further down.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Until she swallowed him down - that…was a first. He wasn’t sure how he felt. She pulled back, and he coasted right down into her throat. There was a hoarse cry drowned out by the beat of the shower.

Oh, that was him? That was him. Yeah, the sloppy sound of her sucking him down like a summer popsicle was too much for him to handle. He finally took a breath as he let those long fingers sink into her scalp. He fucked into her mouth, a moist suction sound echoing as she breathed easily between thrusts. He growled as he kept a furious pace.

“No.” He tugged her upward, pushing her back into the corner. He pushed back inside of her. It was easy to tell the difference between the shower fall and that thick slick accumulating between her legs. He hefted her up, driving inside of her as he bit into the top of her breast.

She knocked her head against the shower wall as he took a nipple in his mouth. She clenched, and he panted into her skin. He rotated the angle and smacked right into her g-spot, causing her to clamp down and hold him. Her fingers dug into the nape of his neck.

The sounds, the sensations, the intensity of this fuck threatened to crack the wall. He was there, and he pushed her over the edge, time, and time again. He dragged every vibration out of her until his nails seemed to pierce her skin. Taehyung released the nipple pulling her mouth to his. The hoarse cry, the roar, the growl, and the whimper died on her tongue as he finally exploded.

He leaned into the wall, fearing the ineptitude of his own legs. They were littered with pink and purple blossomed evidence that they had crossed the line. He let her down after their hearts stopped knocking against each other.

Sometimes you learn so much about a person by spending time with them. Sometimes you learn by talking to them. And intimacy is the most profound conversation that you can have with someone. It tore barriers, exposed raw truths, and new realities.

New truth: There is something.

They washed each other in heavy silence. He relished in the softness of her skin, learning the spots that caused her to moan or sigh. She enjoyed the broadness of his frame, the tender places that caused his cock to jump.

They left the shower with towels draped around them. They sat on opposite sides of the bed, the silence thick.

“Taehyung…” She broke the silence first.

“…I know, Noona. I-I know.” He swallowed thickly as the fringe of his hair hid his gaze. He got dressed, grabbed his phone, and prepared to leave her room. He balled his fists turned around, long legs placed him in front of her again. He tilted her face kissing her again. Agonizingly slow, so fucking passionate, so much like I really might fucking love you.

She clawed into her bed to keep from pulling him down again. When she didn’t? He broke the kiss and left, even faster this time. The door to her apartment closed, and she ran her fingers across her lips. She turned to grab a pillow, bury her face inside of it, and ignore the ache in her chest.

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Taehyung was quiet as he walked back toward their side of the complex.

Not before he bumped into… “Tasha?”

She let her fingers comb through those micro plaits on her head. “Uh, g-good morning, V.” He could see hickeys lining her shoulder. She pulled her shirt up and quickly gave a polite bow, before heading back to the other side of the building.

He furrowed his brow as he kept walking but turned back, making sure she was gone.

“Good Morning, Taehyung-ah.” The Visual froze as he turned to see Namjoon leaning in the doorway.

Oh. Taehyung gave the nod to the leader. “Good morning, Namjoon-hyung.” He suddenly found himself tugging on the neck of his shirt. Namjoon’s arms were crossed as he smirked.

“It was a good morning for both of us, wasn’t it?” Taehyung tilted his head at the very obvious hickey on the Leader’s collarbone.

“I suppose it was, hyung.” They shared a knowing look before Namjoon backed inside his space with a wave.

Taehyung hurried back to his place, he stepped inside to see Jeongguk fast asleep on the couch. Video game controller on the floor, and various snack containers all over the place.

“Tsk, this kid.” He muttered as he found a blanket and pillow to tuck the maknae in. Fuck, cleaning could wait. He padded back toward the bedroom and fell into the bed. He watched the snowfall thick and slow outside.

He closed his eyes and let his brain roll memory like a reel as his body fell into an exhausted sleep. Taehyung’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles as he pulled a pillow against his chest. He could still feel her.

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You can’t force chemistry to exist where it doesn’t - in the same way, you can’t deny when it does. - Unknown.

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1 week later - 4 days before Christmas.

They were done with award shows until the end of the month. They wanted to spend Christmas with their families. Some of the students had already returned to the states. A few of them hanging back to help out and finish up, opting to take New Years in the states instead.

Aside from her father, and a younger brother with a family of his own? She was in no rush to go back home. Funny enough? Tasha didn’t seem too eager to return home either. She figured something was up when Tasha kept mum about her previous night’s activities. They were both sporting some deep suction marks.

She was never more thankful for Tasha’s makeup expertise than now. Luckily, the splotches were faded. They were doing a pre-Christmas party before everyone took a few days to themselves. The party was at the giant common space inside the building.

She finally put two and two together as she noted Namjoon and Tasha stealing secret glances. She couldn’t help the lazy smile from splitting her face watching them. Watching them. Watching everyone. Trying to watch everything except Taehyung blatantly trying to access the directory to her soul from across the room.

She hadn’t returned any of his text messages. She sure as hell made sure to not be left alone with him. She definitely made sure to stay busy as fuck. Because that just couldn’t happen again. The heaviness that weighed on her for breaking protocol was too much to bear.

No, that was a lie, wasn’t it?

The heaviness of that connection scared her shitless. That was too much to bear. The inkling of want blossoming in her gut was too much to bear. They all exchanged gifts, drank sikhye, and way too much egg nog. Like, drank too much that the karaoke was way too funny. Like, drank too much that people didn’t care who got kissed under the mistletoe.

She moved into the kitchen to busy herself with something other than inebriated antics. She moved into a walkway and felt large hands around her waist. She looked over her shoulder as those hands belong to none other than, “Gguk-ah? You gave me a fright.” Enough to sober her up a hair more. But the maknae was obviously three shades to the wind.

“N-noona, I caught you.” He smirked that fraction down at her. Her brow arched as she pondered, but he pointed upward. “Is there a game to see if everybody can get a mistletoe kiss?”

She chuckled. But, she didn’t register that wide-eyed look for anything but alcohol. “Alright, Gguk-ah, you got me. I have to pay up, right?” She turned to press a kiss on his cheek. Her eyes went wide when he framed her face and kissed her. Tongue tasting like soju and dark liquor-filled eggnog. She pulled away when he moaned, licking her lips out of reflex.

It wasn’t just the moan, it was the rigid press of dick straining his jeans. A hip thrust into her abdomen that made her clench.

And as if that didn’t just beat all?

She felt a familiar heat lance her skin - turning to see Taehyung staring dark daggers at them both. She didn’t see Jeongguk smirking as Taehyung approached. That magnetizing connection between the two was sweltering; she swallowed the lump in her throat. Even as Tae turned his body toward her. “Oh look, Noona. Mistletoe.” Her eyes were wide as Taehyung kissed her.

Kissed her in a way that she felt the fire in her face. She almost; almost wanted to sink into him. Until she realized that Jeongguk had that hungry look to his face as he watched them. Oh no, ma’am!

They were going to turn into some threeway Christmas feast if she wasn’t careful. Her teeth sank into Tae’s lip until it bled. Her eyes narrowed as she brushed past them into the kitchen space. He hissed as he rubbed his finger against his mouth, his tongue followed. Jeongguk and Taehyung let their gazes travel up toward the mistletoe as they watched her; Jeongguk leaned forward, taking a swipe at Tae’s bloody lip with his tongue.

Oh god. Her hand reached to fist at the fabric of her sweater. She turned on her heel and swiftly left the kitchen. Those two sets of eyes watched, the sensation sudden familiar as she popped back into the common room. “Ah! Finally!” Jimin came over to you with open arms. He kissed both her cheeks and wrapped her in a warm hug. “I’ve done it! I’ve kissed everyone under the mistletoe! I want my prize!” She laughed as he threw his hands in the air. She moved farther away from the kitchen, trying to forget. Trying to quiet the sudden hunger that nothing to do with food.

“She does taste good.” Jeongguk hopped on the kitchen counter with a smirk. Taehyung still stared at the space where she had lingered. Dark eyes turned to the maknae as he moved toward him.

“Better than you can imagine.” His voice was a low rumble that made the younger shudder involuntarily. “I don’t think I want to share, Gguk-ah.”

“Come on, hyung. What’s a little sharing between friends?” The maknae tilted his head as his tongue poked an outline into his cheek. Jeongguk’s jealousy was legendary.

So was Taehyung’s.

“She’s different, Jeongguk.”

“I know, Taehyung.”

The deep magnetizing draw between the two seemed to spark the air. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Tae stood between Jeongguk’s legs. The younger smirked as the chestnut fall of hair partially obscured his eyes.

“What’s yours is mine. What mine is mine.” The Maknae repeated words uttered long ago. The echo of teeth crunching was broken as Hobi stumbled into the kitchen.

“Hey! Hey! Y-you guys wait until the party is over for all that, yeah?” He waved a hand at them with a snort. “Now move your butt, Gguk-ah the punch bowl is empty!” Jeongguk smirked at Tae before hopping down.

“I’ll get it, Hobi-hyung, sorry about that.” He pulled the pitcher out of the fridge, following the excited dance captain back into the common room.

Tae’s fist balled against the countertop. They had all had their dalliances. They were adults, after all,  and it just took a lot of coordination and planning for getting out. Everybody had the one person they gravitated to in the group, though they were all family. Tour time got long and lonely, they played safe and carefully.

But in the end, they always had each other. And now? This woman waltzes into their existence. He admires her strength, her resolve - and the fact that she was stunning was just a plus. What was he doing? She was right; they had gone too far.

The rules of etiquette clearly broken - and the pangs of jealousy stirring his empty gut told him something different. His eyes closed as he rolled his neck on his shoulders. The irritation contorting his face as the picture of Jeongguk kissing her flickered in his gaze.

Give me what is mine, he told her. Never had he ever. Did he even want to…

So why was this different? Why was she different. He had all the time in the world to find out. He took a deep, cleansing breath and rejoined the party. Suga and Jimin were smothering each other in drunken kisses while everyone laughed.

Tasha and Namjoon were inebriated enough to lean and cling to each other. A few hours later, as people reached their limit, they stumbled full of laughter out of the standard room. Jin, Hobi, and a few other TDs laughed themselves out of the room. A mention of a sports game still happening.

Jimin, Suga, and a few PDs said the same and made their way out.

“Tasha, would you…care to listen to that demo I told you about?” Namjoon’s voice tickled Tasha’s ear and caused the desire to pool in her panties.

“A-ah, s-sure, Namjoon-ah. I’d love to.” The way their fingers interlaced and they ate each other with their gazes caused a pang of jealousy to rise in Tae. Tasha and Namjoon disappeared as the stragglers organized the debris. She helped to try to keep herself busy before a hand snaked around her waist. “Jeongguk..” There was a warning in her tone because she recognized the hold.

“Noona.” No, don’t say it like that. Not when that other hand snaked up the back of her neck. Not when Taehyung tugged her head back, not when he’s already fired up.

“You should leave that for now.” That deep vibrating bass had beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Jeongguk got his hands around her waist, sliding down over the curve of her ass. He pulled her hips against his as Tae tugged her head toward. “Did you really think you could ignore me?” He tilted his head at her as she felt the maknae breath a hot alcoholic breath against the exposed column of her neck.

“That you could ignore this?” The pull? The intensity? The forbidden nature of it all? Oh, she had tried.

Her lashes lowered, Jeongguk dragged his tongue along the skin exposed by Taehyung. The blue of her eyes deepened as they boxed her in between their bodies.

She moaned as Taehyung’s mouth crashed upon hers, Jeongguk sliding up, fighting for his share.

Man, this is so far out of the fucking line. She moved back as the men deepened their kiss and their hold on her.

She could have sworn she’s read stories with plotlines like these. But it wasn’t for her. She didn’t fit the profile for this kind of scenario. Her eyes narrowed as her hands slid up the nape of both their necks. Their fingers dug into her flesh as she pushed them in to deepen their kiss.

And then?

She tugged.

….hard.

Causing both men to bump teeth, retract, moan, and stare at her. There was something serpentine, sly about the look on her face. She tugged them both down that fraction to her level. “You like to play games, right? Fine. Let’s play.”

They practically carried her to her apartment. She backed inside, her sweater discarded as they kicked the door shut behind them. Tae made sure to engage all the locks. Her heart raced as she thumbed the button of her pants, stepping out of her shoes. They were like two predators closing in on their prey.

Lust-blown pupils, buttons flew, shirts were discarded. She licked the sheen of sweat above her lip as they all made it to her bedroom. She was down to her panties, the back of her legs meeting the mattress.

Taehyung and Jeongguk stood side by side - and by the gods, if this was the last thing she was to see before she died? She’d be okay with it. They both were out of their pants and boxers faster than she could turn her head.

Angry erections fueled by lust, jealousy, and alcohol. She leaned up on her elbows. Might as well break all the rules, right?

They didn’t remember who made the first move. It just happened - fast. Lips, tongues, moans, and groans. Something was happening that neither of them anticipated.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m fucking…” Jeongguk lurched as if he’d been punched. His teeth buried in her shoulder.

“…gonna, a-ah! Ah, fuck can’t hold it. Can’t..” Taehyung pulled her head down, whimpering into her mouth.

White noise.

She didn’t hear a thing as her body tensed, hard. They all took a shuddering breath in unison. The boys felt their hearts stop as their hips bucked once, twice …

“Come for me.” She moaned.

She felt nails prick her skin as she felt their bodies tremble, shake, and explode. They pushed as far inside of her as they could go and dragged her right along that orgasmic current.

Tangled limbs in her bed again. Snow falling heavy and thick outside her window. Substantial and thick like the scent in the room. Heavy like the arms draped across her hip. Thick like the thigh tucked against her backside.

Tangled like her fucking feelings.

Tangled like his fucking feelings.

She felt good against him, fit so perfectly against him. His fingers pulled her upper half into his reach. His lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “I want you all to myself.”

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“Sex is an emotion in motion.” ― Mae West

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Christmas Day.

   V: Merry Christmas, Noona.

   PDNoona: Merry Christmas, V.

   V: Really?

   Ggukie: Oh, are you mad hyung?

   PDNoona: Shut it, squirt. Enjoy your family time.

They prepared for the end of the year show. One big final push with all the stress, work, and secrecy for the next comeback. All the hardship and turmoil that had increased with the revelation of inter staff relations. Namjoon kept his head up even after Tasha left. They noticed her waiting for a van one morning, red puffy eyes as she stepped inside.

Namjoon was on his phone most of the time, so it didn’t seem suspicious when he kept checking it.

It was almost New Years before he heard anything back from her. You could tell it was her, by the way, his mood had lightened.

But Tae, on the other hand?

Tae couldn’t help the bitter swell inside of him. Because she left on Christmas Day. She responded to their text messages while sitting in Incheon Airport. Her own eyes were red and puffy. She felt like she was running away, she felt like a coward. She knew that if they were found out, the consequences could be grave.

Not only that? Their work visas were up - and they needed to return home to reapply for a new visa. That and they needed to prepare presentations about their work.

She came to do a job - to get experience. She got all that.

And maybe she might have fallen in love in the process. She was sure that this would be something that would help her grow. She learned things about herself that she couldn’t have in the states.

“I’m sorry.” She stared at her phone before turning it off.

She never turned that phone back on.

There’s nothing like meeting the right person at the wrong time.

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Happy New Year! 6 months later. Chicago, Il.

“Ok, everybody remembers what you’re supposed to do?” The Head PD looked at the gathered staff. “It’s cold. Make sure to keep warmers. Pay attention to your monitors, keep your walkies close.”

The new group of students was wide-eyed and excited. “Alright, this is the HQ. This is where everything happens, pay attention.”

She felt a tap on her shoulder as the count down started in her ear. “You got this?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah, like riding a bike.”

She had finished her coursework in time to jump in on the production staff request. She’d be at the board with no interaction with the boys. It had been almost 7 months since she left to come back home. She knew Tasha was lovesick for Namjoon. Their popularity had exploded, and she knew it would be impossible.

Tasha was out there, though, among the Army - front and center with a headset.

“We’re at zero, chase pattern is go.”

The Rap line came out for Tear. Each member clinging to an area of the stage. Hobi moved to the front, spitting his bars right to the camera. The crowd went wild as the Rap line ad-libbed with him.

Namjoon saw Tasha.

Tasha saw Namjoon.

The stage went dark as the boys retreated for a costume change.

Namjoon had a stern set to his face, his finger toying with his bottom lip.

“Hyung?” Tae’s deep voice disturbed him from his thoughts. He was moments away from his solo performance.

“I saw her, Tae.” Namjoon put his hands on his hips.

Taehyung furrowed his brow, “Who did you see?”

“I saw Tasha Taehyung-ah. She’s on staff.” Namjoon glanced at Tae with a brow ticked upward.

It took a moment between their heavy eye contact to register what he meant. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked around them. Namjoon turned him back to face him.

“Subtle, Tae. You know there are cameras everywhere.” Namjoon moved down that created passageway. Tae stepped on the platform, trying to calm his thundering heart.

If Tasha was here - then maybe?

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All of the best love stories have one thing in common; you have to go against the odds to get there - Unknown

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2 hours later.

“I’m exhausted.” She groaned. “Tash?”

Tasha was glued to her phone. “I’m going to see him.” She looked firm in her resolve. She could only offer her friend a smile.

“Go get him.” Tasha wrapped her up in a hug before grabbing her things.

She was almost out the door when she turned. “Stop fighting it, girl.” Tasha sighed softly.

“What are you talking about?

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop ignoring him. I saw how he looked at you for two whole years, girl. Love just happens. Stop before you regret it.” Tasha frowned, and she left.

She stood watching the empty doorway shaking her head. It won’t matter, she was sure of it. She kept lying to herself about it. The head PD came knocking on the door.

“You did well today.” He offered a short bow, she responded in kind. “I’d like you to come up and talk to the new kids. Maybe help with the new recruits? Most of your class were already assigned to other production companies.”

“Yeah, of course!” She extended her hand, excited to pass the baton. He took her hand, clasped it firmly. “It’s good to have you back on the team.” He turned and left her to finish up.

Back on the team?

She traveled the understage passageways - she knew them well this time around. She came up to the wings and stopped when a shadow blocked her.

“Hello, Noona.” Taehyung’s eyes glittered eerily in those green contacts.

There it was. That heavy electric pulsation flaring to life all over again. She kept her tone professional, neutral. “Hello, V. You did well out there today.” She smiled and moved to walk by him.

He stepped in front of her. “You never texted me back.” There was a smidge of hurt in his tone. She swallowed thickly, tilting her head. “V, listen..”

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, look. We’re not…I’m not…We can’t, ok?” She fought for words, and there was no lie that she could spit that would make sense. “We just can’t.”

“I thought you were braver than this.” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is for the best.” She didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“What about what I think?” He grits his teeth. “…what I feel?”

“I’m here to learn and make sure these new students reap the benefits of working with you all. That’s it.” She was almost convincing herself. Tae gave her an incredulous look. “That’s it. That’s all. So do me a favor, and please don’t charm the new kids, yea?” She managed to tease as that bravado fell over her.

He grabbed her wrist as she walked off. His breathing heavy and erratic, “This isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet. I told you..” He yanked her closer their actions obscured by the thick curtains.

“I want you all to myself.” The sound of his voice still caused her to shiver. The sound of footsteps approaching had him releasing her quickly. He stepped back into the shadows allowing her to immediately join the group from stage right.

BTS appeared from stage left.

Namjoon gave an impassioned speech about the importance of music - and their message. Jeongguk recognized her, and he smirked as he watched her with the new recruits. Taehyung kept a pleasantly neutral face as they prepared to take their picture.

And the professor announced the new recruits for round two of the program. While congratulating those from the first round, who were now going to work with BigHit for the next global tour.

Welcome to the team. She suddenly remembered the Head PD coming to find her. She thought it was strange! A dream come true - the opportunity.

The nightmare unfolding as she and Taehyung locked eyes.

It’s funny; You try to hide your feelings…

…but your eyes speak volumes.

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 8- Papercut

I don't know what stressed me first or how the pressure was fed.. But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head

Now that all of them were quite possibly in on everything together, the Pirates had extended their bounty to not only just Nyala but the boys as well. Yoongi was a fine line and if someone dared to take the Broker down, which none had ever did in all his long years anyways--then most everyone would lose their number one source of supplies and weapons. So he was to be taken in alive as well as the Android, whereas everyone else was either Dead or Alive. Preferably alive so that way the Pirates could have their way with them. 

Nyala had given Jin the coordinates for a planet called Izanami to start off with. They, after all, had to find an engineer and at least someone crazy enough to tend to a gang of Outlaws. The problem laid with entering a hospital zone and they couldn’t just enter one of those with what they were running from each time they were hurt. No, they actually needed someone there on the ship to tend to them while they got into all sorts of trouble. And they couldn't fix the ship by themselves either and Jimin could only do so much with his skills. 

So they headed for the planet but it would be about a 4 day trip and 2 long jumps between subspace Drive. So they had some time on their hands, to say the least. So Nyala gave the new crew of the Antares a run-down of the ship’s systems as well as more details on what she had with the Pirates. She gave them all the information that she had stored within Kibeth’s data bank and cross-referenced it with the files she had presented to everyone that day on the Dragon’s Den. Still, most of the information was incomplete and if they wanted to keep everything out of the Pirate’s hands--then they would just have to beat them to the punch. 

So to speak. 

The planet was another wealthy and well off planet that had risen up from the ashes of war. Now it was another popular planet, just like Sagittarius but it was more of a tourist trap than anything. People from all over came for the clean air and the succulent foods that were found there. It was almost like paradise for some, where the wealthy headed to when they wanted to retire and hoard all their money. It was still a pretty good merchant planet to the South and the North was the rich and mysterious people headed. Another note of interest was the caverns in the North, meticulously well-kept by some of the scholars there. It was said that a member of an alien race headed to that planet long ago with the hopes of starting a new life there. What they had actually found was the indigenous species that had lived there for thousands of years held a secret that he coveted. So he tricked them and took their lands, after he had alerted other members of his species to come to the planet. 

War raged for the land for quite some time but in the end, the peoples of the planet lost and they became slaves for the newcomers. However, the species didn’t do too well with the introduction of so many things--including disease. They now lived on through the caves and ancient texts that they left behind, their stories and myths carved on the walls. 

After the history lesson, Yoongi was sitting in the bridge with the lights low and by himself. The data that Nyala had left him was still bothering him. There was some sort of connection to all of this, he was sure of it. Already, he had his fingers into the network to find some answers that seemed to be plaguing the story that was presented. His network of connections, favors and outright intimidation on various fronts had a long reach which was the reason why he was so valuable to both sides but even he knew that it wouldn’t be long before they determined that he was not useful anymore. So there was a lot of shit that he had to get done before that happened. 

Vairuit had been exploring more of the ship while everyone else was off doing other things. She thought about taking a nap or something since she didn’t have much room to move around in. Well, not until they got some of the cargo out of the way. She ended up at the bridge again and leaned up against the doorway, watching the other in there as he stared at the screen. He was a curious being, one that looked like the humans but wasn’t human.

“I can sense you over there, Vairuit. Do you want anything?” Yoongi suddenly spoke, not even moving a single muscle. She stood up just a little bit more at his words, realizing that she had been caught. Not that she was doing anything wrong in the first place, just standing there minding her own business. Her ears twitched in annoyance but she brushed it off and shoved herself off the perch she had made. She walked straight up to him and leaned down to see what it was that he was doing. 

“Aren’t you bored, going over this again?”

He sighed and swiveled in his chair to stare at her. He lifted his hand to place his head as he studied her, a Mao with some control. It was strange for him to see as he’d seen and dealt with numerous species, each with their own feelings as well as thoughts that he could detect. There was a current running underneath all of the exterior, he could see it well. 

“Aren’t you getting a little bored yourself? I can sense that you are so why are you really in here bothering me?” 

Vairuit snorted and leaned up against the console, peering down at him as he made his assessment of her. Her eyebrow raised as her eyes twinkled in the low-lighting, almost like a couple of lone buttons in the dark of night that were flickering. There was just something in his tone, his attitude that bothered Vairuit, same with Jungkook but at least he was more upfront about himself. This one, he hid in the shadows and didn’t really care much for everything outside of his ‘realm’ as she saw it. Yoongi could sense those thoughts and he smirked, turning back to what he was doing. 

“I’m in here because I want to see what you’re doing. Is that a problem or is it you that really has the problem?”

He scoffed and didn’t answer her, moving on to another piece of information that he was studying. She reached over and pushed a button, causing the thing to power down--throwing them in almost total darkness. She could see his face, visibly angered by what she had done so she leaned over and crossed her arms over her chest. Yoongi raised the lighting and stood up, glaring at her for doing such a thing. Had she been anyone else, they would have balked at the stare but she stood her ground. She had hit a sore spot with him apparently, coolly looking at the man as he controlled his anger at her.

“The thing I have a problem with is your incessant meddling. My business is information and second money. I find things and get shit done so you are essentially getting in the way of my business. What is it that you’re searching for? Really? A purpose or just a good time?”

The questions caught her off guard as she was expecting him to rant and rail at her. However, he countered her pestering with his words. He was using her own mind against her, digging deep to something she had fought with for so long--even since being with her own family. They didn’t understand her need to go, to reach out and grasp what was on the edge of herself but not knowing what that really was. A calling, just as she was sure that he had since he was out there and away from his comfort zone. 

She bristled a bit but still kept everything to herself, the energy that she had been expecting from him was now rising up in her as he spoke. 

“Maybe both. I don’t know but at least I’m out here figuring that out and not hiding from things. I don’t sit and hope that nobody bothers me because I already know that they will. So what’s your deal, huh? Family leave you out in the dust? Trust issues? Betrayal?” She was reaching because what did she really know of this man? Yet, those always seemed to be common factors that she saw in people. Nobody was really original, were they? 

“Or maybe it's all three? Let’s throw in a lost love and you’re the whole package. The tormented soul out making a name for himself.”

Yoongi’s face stilled, his anger turning white-hot but nowhere near to exploding. It bothered him that she had hit some sore spots but what did she truly understand about him? She was poking and prodding with the intent of making him explode but he wouldn’t have it. They clashed in a very different way than she did with Jungkook, even he could see it. So why was it that she was rubbing himself and the assassin the wrong way? Taking a breath, Yoongi’s eyes glittered with anger and actual pity for the woman. 

“I don’t have to provoke others for a reaction to free themselves of boredom. I’d made my peace with my past and myself long ago. Did you?”

He took a device with the information on it and pushed past her, done with the conversation. It had been a while since he let anyone get under his skin like that. Yet, he’d let the Mao do that very thing and revealed a bit of himself that he hadn’t planned to do. It wasn’t even that far into what they were doing and already he had others that was getting on his nerves. He wondered how long he was going to last before he finally exploded on someone. He would have to see Jimin for another session, it seemed. 

Vairuit, however, sat there and mulled over his words. She didn’t normally needle at people like that but there was just something that irritated her about him. Jungkook as well, the man with his smirk and his overconfident attitude. She really needed to get that cargo area cleared out to start her exercises again so that way the confrontation wouldn’t happen again. To get some of her aggressions out. It was going to be a long trip, it seemed.

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No Words -interlude iv-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

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

Warning: Smut. Holy Water Req. Possessive Tae. Bossy Tae. OC gets pretzel action. Growling [ Did I say possessive?]. Handjob, sorta.

A/N - One more flashback, after this, then back to the present. Is this considered pining? I feel like I can’t emotion - ha! Thank you for enjoying this mess, as usual.

Words:  2049

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The whites of her eyes were visible as they widened. Taehyung’s head tilted as he pushed into her, his hand wrapped around her waist to tug her forward. The motion caused a gasp; that small part between her lips was an invitation he couldn’t ignore.

The rough surface of his tongue brushed against hers - and it was stupid. It was absurd that moan that slipped out of her. It was so crazy the way he pulled her leg up against his waist. It was absolute insanity as sudden desperation grew between the tangle of their lips. It was madness as his fingers slid under her hoodie. It drove her crazy the way his nails raked against her skin.

It was positively out of the question when his fingers toyed with the waistband of her sweats. Her eyes rolled open as he kissed along her jaw. His fingers flexed against her skin. His lips suctioned to that thin skin behind her ear, causing her body to rock into his.

Wait, when did they get to her bedroom?

“You’re beautiful,” He growled along her skin. Their lips tangled again as buttons, jackets, and hoodie went flying into various directions. His shirt hung open as he crushed her body to his. He hummed as his fingers sank into that wealth of soft curls - and tugged. That sound that came from her made his blood boil. Her body arched backward as if she tried to escape. All it did was give him more skin to explore. He scraped his teeth along her collarbone to the top of a breast, threatening to spill from its confines.

His long fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. Damn, he had a big mouth!? She grunts as it seemed he was able to take in twice as much surface than she’d ever experienced. Another few minutes of mindless kissing, her bra was gone, and she was sprawled on her bed. He pulled the scrunchie from her hair, staring down at the goosebumps prickling on the chocolate of her skin. His chest heaved as he finally discarded his shirt, a thumb flicking at the button of jeans that were too tight for his liking.

Their pupils mirrored dark and lust-blown. She looked like she was thinking too hard. He reached down to snag her by the hips. Her ass hung off the end of the bed as he let his lips slide against her calf. Before she could think any harder? Her sweatpants went flying, and they both had a look of shock - because she decided not to put any undies back on.

So he was met with the glistening slick sticking to her thighs.

Shit! Shit! This was getting heavy, this was too intense. Again, as if he caught her delving in that logical brain? He pulled her hips up against the rigid outline testing the hold of his zipper. Her eyes rolled again as he thrust that clothed erection against her. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His voice dropped lower, and she swore she gushed. He let her settle on the end of the bed, his fingers sliding against the outline in his jeans.

He licked his fingers, dropping to his knees, her legs tossed over his shoulders. Braced on her elbows, she watched with bated breath as his lips moved from the side of her knee. He lapped at the sticky residue on her thighs, both of them. Breathing across her glistening sex with each pass. Her chest heaved ragged breaths as she waited for him to end her torment.

Long fingers dug into the meat of her thighs as he lifted that molten gaze to her own. He placed a chaste kiss on that inner corner of her leg. The one so close to her sex, he could probably see her clenching. “You’re beautiful.” He inhaled that slightly sweet essence of…coconut? The more heat she radiated, the more the smell seemed to permeate his olfactory.

The first tentative flick of his tongue made her thighs tremble. She was seeping arousal by the time he went in for a full lick. “Ohmygo-V!” She gasped, falling on the bed, fingers knotting into her blanket. He lifted her ass while feasting on her. He growled as he wrapped his lips around her clit. His tongue running flat and extended from the opening to the underside of that sensitive nub. She dug her feet into his shoulders, half trying to escape and half trying to push her hips into his mouth.

“So good,” He rumbled against her. Taehyung’s fingers were white with the force of trying to hold her still. She kept trying to run, and he chased her. His lips pursed in a perfect kiss around her clit, she moaned his name. No, she whined that other name.

“Say my name..” Incoherent sounds as he circled that throbbing nub with his tongue. A finger teased the entrance, and he felt her clench down on it. He licked his lips, swirling his finger. “Come on, you can do it.”

Her face was twisted in desire as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She had her hands on her breasts as ragged breaths shook her. “T-Taehyung! Tae, please…” He moaned as two long fingers filled that empty space. Her body invited him..to stay. Snapping down on his fingers as he reached in, twisted to flick that mushy spot in the depths of her body.

He pistoned those fingers to a symphony of muffled moans and squelching noises. She tried to be quiet, pulling the pillow over her face. He could hear her losing her sanity. Taehyung’s gaze grew dark as he yanked the pillow from her face. “We’re going to play a game, Noona. It’s called Be Quiet.” She had enough resolve left to give him an incredulous look as he stood. She saw the angry red, shiny tip of his cock over the top of his jeans.

He pushed a knee between her legs scooting her up the bed surface. “I’ll kill you.” She growled as he lifted her by her hip, and he kicked furiously out of his jeans. This was really happening? He leaned against her leg, straddling the other. They both registered complete and total nudity. The echo of their ragged breathing ate the ambient noise around them.

Taehyung tilted his head, that arrogant tilt, that had him brushing his tongue across his bottom lip. “Not before I kill you first.” He pistoned his fingers, causing her to gasp for every molecule of air she could. He leaned into her until her knee hit her shoulder. Their eyes locked, their lips followed as she fisted her hands through his hair.

He growled into her mouth as her teeth set into his top lip. “Tae, s-stop. You…ha-have to…oh my fuck, s-t-stop. Gonna..come, fuck..” Her voice was a hoarse plea against his mouth.

“Give it to me. It’s mine. I want it.” He growled as he kept taping that spongy area with his thumb circling her clit. “Do it.” The sound was like holding your hand against a faucet as you turned it on. It was like a sputter as she felt the pressure build in her gut.

“N-no, Tae! W-wait, you don’t under-fuckme-stand. God, I…I can’t hold iiittt…” She keened softly.

“Did you hear what I said? Give me what’s mine!” There was a ripple against his fingers, he could feel her trembling from the inside out. He leaned down near her ear. Utilizing the depth of his voice, he pitched down to a purr vibrating bass. “Come for me.” Her eyes rolled into her head, her fingers dug into his shoulders. His free hand wrapped around her throat just enough pressure to cause a momentary cease in oxygen.

And she exploded.

Her nostrils flared a fight for air as she pulsed, pulled, and pushed his fingers with orgasmic force. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came in a spray against his abdomen. Taehyung looked at the liquid dripping down his skin. She whimpered as her body finally relaxed with a thump against the bed. The tears flowed from the side of her eyes, he could see the faintest crimson flush under skin. He licked his fingers as her breathing regulated.

His fingers dug into her hips as he stroked himself, using her juices as a lubricant. Her eyes felt like marbles rolling around in her skull. Clutching the sheets for dear life, she tried to escape his hold. “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere.” He flipped her flat on her back, dragging the throbbing veiny length of his cock against her folds.

Sensitive, she bucked against the intrusion. “Look at me, Noona.” Her eyes were wide as she got a good look at him. He looked ready to burst, those long fingers pushed her legs together. He slid between that tight space created by her thighs; a look of pure bliss painted his features. He kept her legs together, his hands grasping at her breasts. He fucked that space, sliding between her folds against her clit. She clenched, watching him, her hands moved down to create a tighter hole. The head of his cock pushed between her thumb and pointer finger. “You’re beautiful.” He panted against her calf.

“Don’t let anyone tell you other-w-wise, god, fucking…” His teeth set into her leg. “…I couldn’t..can’t stop thinking about you.” He gasped as his heart stuttered. They both knew that this was way out of line. They both knew that this could change things drastically.

They both didn’t care.

“God, I want you all to myself. A-ah, f-fuck, fuck, tighter, tighter…” He growled with each thrust. She squeezed him as he pushed through her fingers.

“T-tae, I’m gonna cum again.” She could feel the thundering pulsation in her stomach. “Oh, my, god…Taehyung, I’m g-gonna..” Immediately she reached for the blanket as her body bucked against the slide of his dick between her folds. She could feel the rippling sensation as her pussy clenched, seeking something as her legs trembled against his ribs.

“M-me t-too, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung sounded like he was in respiratory failure the way he gulped the air. His fingers dug bruising possession into her hips. “Give it to me. Come for me..” Taehyung had enough, and he slipped inside of her.

One long, deep, shuddering stroke, and he bottomed out. He sank into her full to the hilt, and he saw stars. There was that liquid squelch as she came in a rush all around him. Her body grabbing and molding to the throbbing bit of meat inside of her.

“Yesss, yes, that’s it. That’s. What. I. Fucking. Want.” He fucked her through that bliss, tumbling her over a second edge. He leaned down, trapping those rapturous sounds into his mouth. He swallowed them, locked them away to keep forever.

She said his name, and he suddenly heard white noise. She spoke his name like a prayer to god’s long dead. His thrusts were focused as she chanted his name. Spoke it like it would deliver absolution for her sins or her battered soul.

She pulled him down and spoke against his ear, moaning, “Give it to me. It’s mine.”

“I’m …gonna…can I? Please? Can I?” The tears welled up in his eyes as he felt the pull in his testicles.

She fisted her hands in his hair. “I want it. With me, Tae, gonna …again, with me..” He spread her legs, and she wrapped them around his waist. Heels digging into his ass to push him deeper. They rocked entangled limbs and lips.

The desperation mellowed to something else, slower, sweeter? Soothing. As if on cue, in unison, their eyes rolled shut as they stilled. The faintest tremor rippling their flesh. They cursed together as the orgasm snatched both their sanity away.

Both biting their lips to keep the jubilant cry of release at bay. He could feel her coating and gripping him. She could hear the animalistic grunts as his hips went shallow and the strong spurt of his cum inside of her. Their bodies were tense for minutes before they relaxed.

He felt right on top of her - he knew it.

Oh no.

And now?

So did she.