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PAIRING ot7 x reader RATING Explicit. 18+. GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers. SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? CHAPTER WC 3k
WARNINGS AND TAGS smut, oral sex, angst
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chapter twenty nine: invitations
His hand drips with water. He waggles his fingersâan invitation.
His mouth, split in one of those cheeky grins you know far too well.Â
âI saw you scrubbing yourself raw in here. Come in. Iâll help.â Taehyung sends you a quick, playful wink.
His invitation hangs in the air.Â
If your challenge is to go towards the strange, swirling feelings within you, rather than run away, the answer about what you should do is easy. Even if actually following through is difficult.Â
âCâmon, Iâm getting cold!âÂ
With a smile playing at the corner of your lips, you drop your clothes on the floor and, taking his hand, step into the shower.Â
The water, pouring from a waterfall showerhead, is divine: hot, stark. Taehyung steps back to let you have the bulk of the stream. As it runs over you, it warms the chill you havenât been able to shake since you found yourself outside last night, and eyes sliding shut, sigh into the sensation.Â
You feel the roughness of his fingers brush against your face, tugging a stray lock out of your eyes. You open yours.Â
âHi,â Taehyung says, searching your face.Â
âHi,â you whisper back, arms coming to wrap protectivelyâfrom the cold?--around your torso. âIs this allowed?âÂ
âOf course itâs allowed,â Taehyung responds. âWhy wouldnât it be?âÂ
âI dunno.â You take a step forward and trace a finger up his chest, collecting beads of water. Watching the water run down the broad planes of him is much easier than looking him in the eye when you say this next thing: âHere we are taking a shower togetherâwhen we were once in love. Donât you remember?â You give him a teasing grin, trying to hide the sharp truth of your words that lays just beneath the surface.Â
Taehyung only hesitates for a moment. âHow could I forget?â A softness tinges his voice. He takes your elbow in his hand as you continue to trace lines across his chest, flattening your hand against him.Â
âDoes that make all of this strange?â You ask quietly.Â
âYou tell me if taking a perfectly utilitarian morning shower with your ex is strangeâwhen the rest of the house is fucking or fallingââ He stops himself. âWell, you know.âÂ
âDo I know?â You ask, brushing away the water falling into your eyes.Â
âIf you donât, you will soon.â Again, that cheeky grin. âCâmere.â Taking a clean wash cloth, he holds your hands in his and gently washes them. He does not scrub at them like you didâitâs more of a caress. Then he takes you by the shoulders and spins you around, allowing his touch to rove over your back. He is gentle with you as he washes you, the kind of care that only comes with years of love. You hum in satisfaction as the warm water encompasses you and his touch brings a shiver to your skin.Â
âMaybe this is a little strange,â he murmurs when heâs done, turning you around to face him again.Â
âIt is,â you say.Â
âWell, Iâve never been a stranger to strange.âÂ
âThatâI know is true.âÂ
Standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, it feels like you are looking back through time, to that first moment he stood under the awning to your apartment and dawdled so long, that it took you turning the knob and beginning to step inside for him to grab your hand, pull you back, and kiss you. Back then, his hair flopped into his eyes in a similar way it does now, dripping with water. Back then, his eyes held the same kindness you see now. Back then, they held the same desire you see burning behind his iris.Â
You look away from him, your gaze trailing to the floor.Â
He tilts your chin up. âWherever youâve just goneâŠlet go.âÂ
âWhat?â
âWhatever it is youâre holding so tightly to, you can let go of it.â His words are soft, kind. What is it youâre holding onto, after all? Is it what the two of you once had? What youâve had between the two of you since thenâtension, moments of uncertainty, and other moments of intense proximity? Or are you simply holding onto a veil of distance that has long since unfurled between you?
âCan I kiss you?â he asks. You nod, and, using the finger beneath your chin, tilts you towards him. âThis all feels different than before,â he says, hesitating, stalling.Â
âI think it feels the same,â you whisper back, eyes flicking down to his lips.Â
âI mean, you feel different.âÂ
And then he kisses you.Â
His lips are kind, soft, against yours. He is cautious almost, but only in the sense that you can feel him testing your edgesâwaiting for you.
With the cold air at your back, you find yourself chasing his warmth. Your hands slide around his torso as you press yourself close to him. Together, you find a rhythmâmouths moving in synchâthat feels old and new all together. When he feels you chase him, he lets go of any hesitation, one hand coming to cup the side of your face, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you even closer.Â
As you gasp against each other, he carefully takes a step forward, pushing you back, but never releasing the divine nearness of your bodies. Gently, he presses you against the cold tile wall with a sigh against your lips. With the wall at your back, the water streaming over both of your bodies you dive in even closer, your hands roving over his body.Â
Youâre chasing his warmth: the hard shape of his body, the sweet, dark brown of his eyes which flutter open for a moment, the feeling of his attention on you, yoursâagainâfinally. Itâs more than pleasure though. Thereâs something building in your chest. It sings clear and sweetly andâ
His fingers are between your legs.Â
You gasp, arch against him.Â
âMissed this,â he says, that youthful smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, and suddenly you are both young again and dumb and fumbling in the dark for each otherâs bodies for the first time.Â
As he touches you, your body rises to meet his. You chase his touch. And as pleasure builds in your body, so does that lush warmth in your chest, it has you chasing more than just the delightful sensation of his fingers against youâit has you chasing him.Â
Through the valley of your memory. Through the space thatâs between the two of you. You lean towards him to capture his lips and the kiss is rushed and deep and wanting.Â
You almost jolt back from him when you realize it: the love is still there. It still feels as young as when you were in a relationship, and yet, thereâs something aged, more there. The friendship built over years. The trust. The care. It radiates out from the center of you like the sun would. It almost comes to your lips, easy, so careless.
Instead of speaking it, you kiss down his neck to where his pulse hammers with desire. You say his name with desperation, and he locks eyes with you as his fingers take you to the edge and let you descend into pleasure. As you call out, he smiles with that knowing smile, like youâve just given him the best gift at Christmas.Â
âIâve been waiting so long to get you alone,â Taehyung says, kissing your forehead as you come down from your high. âAnd now I only want more.â
When he touches you, it feels like an undoing, the years apart untangling between the two of you, your body unwinding beneath his touch, his voiceâthe one for months you knew only over the phoneâtoppling something hard and firm in your chest.Â
You gasp against his neck.Â
When you left each other it was with the understanding that the two of you, when fit together, didnât quite add up to one whole. But now itâs been years. Now youâve grown from adult by name to adult by trade, growing into your skin, your identityâyour voice. When he hums against you, that deep tenor vibrating through you, you find a new body on the other side of the kiss. Hisâknowing, known. Yoursâspeaking back.
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He comes up behind you as youâre tugging on clothes for the day. Youâre yearning for something warmer today: thick, sturdy. Something that will hold you. After all, thereâs a growing chill in the air.Â
The dirt has been scrubbed out from under your nails, Taehyung removed a leaf from your hair earlier, and now there is little left on your body from the strangeness of the night beforeâother than the cold that still lingers in your bones.Â
âWhere did you go last night?â he whispers as the warmth of your kiss in the shower still pulses through you.Â
Coughing in frigid air. On your knees, soft earth beneath them. Dirt, smudged into the lifeline of your palms like youâve been praying on the forest floor all night. How did you get there? How did you get here? The forest pushed you. Urged you back towards the warmth.Â
âI donât know,â you respond. You wonder if you should tell him more. âEver since we arrived hereâI swear, there is something so strange about the forest outside this house.âÂ
Taehyung nods knowingly. âI agree,â he says, his voice low in a whisper.Â
Your eyes widen. âYou do?âÂ
He nods.Â
âYou see it too?â you find yourself whispering too.Â
âYes,â he says.Â
You grab his arm and grip him tight. âOh my godââ you gasp. âOh my god. Iâve been thinking I was totally crazy this whole time. I should have just said something.âÂ
He laughs. âYes, you should have!â Something relaxes in your chest. Oh my god. Oh my god. You canât believe it. Taehyung, too, has seen the ever-going forest, the trees that sprawl on and onâheâs seen the road, eaten up by the forest, maybe heâs even seen the dreamsââJin keeps teasing me because I wonât shut up about how far the trees go.âÂ
âYes!â you exclaim, clutching at him. âYes, exactly. It goes and goes, and it swallows up the whole world.âÂ
Taehyung nods. âItâs especially strange when the sun is setting, and you stand where you can see the peaks and valleys of the mountain range. Living in the city for so long, I forgot what itâs like to be surrounded by so much nature. But god, when the sun rises in the morningâto see the sunrise hit the town and turn it pink and orange. That is just idyllic.âÂ
The breath in your lungs freezes. âWhat?â you whisper.Â
âThe townâItâs beautiful to watch, nestled in between the forest and mountains.â Your stomach drops. Your hands fall away from him. âI will never get used to this view, or what itâs like to stare into the unending wilderness in the middle of the night.â He faux shivers. âEspecially when you know there are things looking right back at you.â He grins and ruffles your hair. âHey, donât be so serious about it. Youâre safeâhere in the house with us.âÂ
He squeezes you, kisses your cheek, and with a whispered promise of all the things he still wants to do with you, disappears back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Â
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You slip out of Taehyungâs bedroom while heâs still messing with his hair, and make your way to the kitchen where Jungkook is cooking up a storm. Thereâs a dozen bowls out, all filled with a mysterious liquid. Thereâs the sound of swearing and pots and pans clanking. Thereâs even a little bit of smoke.Â
âJungkook?â you say tentatively, as you step into the large room. He hardly glances up at you.Â
âYou took your time,â he notes. âBusy with Taehyung?â He says it as if itâs just another day. Your cheeks are still warmed from your conversationâand ensuing activitiesâin the shower.Â
âYesânoâI meanââÂ
âSo you didnât have sex,â Jungkook observes.Â
â...No.âÂ
âGoddamn thatâs surprising. Hasnât it been like, two million years?âÂ
âMore or less,â you say.
âAnd here I was thinking that the two of you would be the first to hook up out of all of us. Arenât you just dying for it?âÂ
âJungkook, you were the first.âÂ
He shoots a shit eating grin over his shoulder. âHell yeah I was.â Something sputters and spits from the stove, over which Jungkook is still thoughtfully hunched. He curses. âYou know, I realized something very important while making breakfast,â Jungkook says over his shoulder as he stands at the stove.Â
âSomething important? Whatâs that?âÂ
âWell, in the middle of making that goddamn hollandaise sauce, the sauce broke. Tried googling how to fix it, re-emulsify it, whatever, and realized.âÂ
You laugh gently. âWhat did you realize, Jungkook?âÂ
He tugs you against his chest, your bodies pressed closely together.
âThat Iâd much rather lick the sauce off your body than feed it to everyone else at breakfast.âÂ
Jungkook swipes his hand through some jam and dots it on your nose.Â
âWhatââÂ
And then he licks it up.Â
It doesnât take long before your joking devolves into kissing, and then into stripping down to your bare skin, and then Jungkook pulling down your sweatpants until they pool around your ankles and getting to his knees.
âWhat the hell is taking so long with breakfast?â Yoongiâs voice sounds from the front of the kitchen. Your head snaps up to find Yoongi looking very disgruntled. Hangry, even. He doesnât look one bit surprised to find Jungkook kneeled between your legs as you lean back against the counter. âJeez, we charge you with making breakfast one time and you decide instead to pursue your vendetta of fucking our good friend as many times as humanly possible in the kitchen? The one space in this house that is supposed to be some mild level of sanitary? Are you trying to force feed the rest of the house your come?â He eyes a bowl of unnamed contents suspiciously.Â
Jungkook looks flustered.Â
âSounds like a consent issue to me,â you whisper to no one in particular.Â
âSorry hyung,â Jungkook begins. âBut the sauce broke. And then I got distracted.âÂ
âIâll say,â grumbles Yoongi. He steps into the kitchen, tosses some bacon in a pan, and gets to cooking. âStop all that. And clean up.âÂ
âBut hyungââÂ
âDonât you worry,â Yoongi says. âI have a better idea, anyhow. Better than eating cold hollandaise sauceâdisgusting by the wayâoff those tits.âÂ
âHey!â you hiss.Â
Yoongi looks you in the eye. âDarling, I would never call your tits disgusting." He nods to Jungkook. âThat young man, however, Iâd call him a lot of things.âÂ
Jungkook wriggles out from between your legs and steps up to Yoongi. He plants a kiss on the back of the older manâs neck. From the counter, you can see Yoongi flush with surprise.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âOur friend is no appetizer anyways, Jungkook. If anythingâthe main damn course.âÂ
And thatâs how you start the day, laughing, and kissing your two friends in the kitchen. Thank god no one except Taehyung shows up looking to be fed. He grins as he bites into his bacon, watching the three of you giggle and find pleasure in each other.Â
It all almost entirely clears the fog thatâs been following you the last few days. It almost makes you forget that thereâs one invitation you havenât yet responded to: Namjoonâs offer.Â
As Yoongi wraps an arm around your waist and whispers into your neck the dirtiest of promises, you hear Namjoonâs voice in your head.Stay. Stay.
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im working more on my pomegranate au rn but hm. i saw a post and i have an idea for a smaller fic. what else would will be allergic to. not anaphylactic like lying. but a like a flavor of chapstick he cant use or he'll break out in hives.
THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMESâŠ
poe baker as written by kit ( any ).
â± affiliated with SHAMROCKS ( SOLDIER )
â± working as MAINTENANCE ( CROW'S NEST ) & FIGHTER ( HELLâS GATE )
â± has taken up residence in BURNINGTON
â± born on MAY 28TH ( 24 )
â± identifying as CIS MAN ( HE / HIM )
â± known to be CURIOUS, ADAPTABLE, AGILE, STRONG, CLEVER
â± also know to be RESTLESS, IMPULSIVE, VIOLENT, IMPATIENT, INCONSISTENT
â± portrayed by JOSHUA ODJICK
DIGGING DEEPER.
TW: death, medical testing, violence
there was a time when poe knew something besides pain and suffering. a time where he was loved by a family and kept warm among the cold plains of canada. in fact, for the first ten years of his life he thrived in their small community where everyone took care of everyone else and they didnât rely on any large entity for help. he was never made to feel anything but normal. but he wasnât normal, was he? no, neither were his parents and he would find that out when their community was infiltrated and they were forced from their country to find new refuge.Â
it was years of travelling, hiding, and eventually making it to the appalachian hills where his mother would bring him to a cabin in the hills. a place that was known as a refuge and someone would be coming to help them settle in the area. his mother didnât tell him about the person coming to meet them, only that they would help and they just needed to wait patiently. patience was never a virtue poe was able to grasp fully. in the end, it didnât matter, it was not one person that came to ârescueâ them. it was people, maybe soldiers or government workers, faces obstructed as they entered and easily pushed past the twelve year old boy trying to shield his mother from their attack. they were rendered unconscious with needles and taken to underground labs.Â
the medication didnât last long in poeâs system, anxiety and panic causing his blood to warm to unnatural temperatures, burning through the sedative and causing his veins and heart to show like burning coal or lava beneath his skin. it was then they realized his mother wasnât the only one with abnormalities. for months they did their tests until it stopped and a man with kind eyes and rugged edges came and took him away from the place before anymore damage could be done. poe never saw his mother again, not since the night in the cabin. he doesnât know why the man came for him or how he convinced them to let him go but he was desperate to be free, he wasnât going to argue.Â
hungry, hormonal, and scared was where it started and somewhere among the budding teenagerâs formative years, that changed to angry and feral. he didnât bite the hand that kept him fed but even bill couldnât keep this walking volcano reigned in. instead he learned more about what he was, what he could do, and more importantly, how he could control it. the latter came with much trial and error but eventually poe had some methods in place to live with his inflictions and use them to his benefit when he was able to.Â
he was seventeen when he lied about his age and started fighting underground, the violence was a new way of giving him calm and peace. there was no one willing to help him go against afterglow, or find out if his mother was still there somewhere needing to be freed. poe could be stupid but he wasnât stupid enough to think he could take the titan company on alone. in the search for some kind of resistance he found some solace among the ranks of the shamrocks after showing his worth in the ring and among the streets of burnington. they gave him community and in turn, he gave them loyalty, at least until he could find a way to hurt those who hurt those who destroyed his world.Â
EXTRAS.
mutation : extreme body heat aka lava veins, gives extra strength and strong immunities but also fast metabolism, violent mood swings, the need for ice baths, and can burn on touch if temperature becomes too high.
zodiac : gemini sun, aries moon, cancer rising
mbti : istp
character inspo : tim riggins (friday night lights), carl gallagher (shameless), nelson muntz (the simpsons), jayne cobb (firefly + serenity), billy butcher (the boys), billy hargrove (stranger things), richard jerimovich (the bear), shane walsh (the walking dead), han solo (star wars), ringo (pulp fiction), john bender (the breakfast club), collie parker (the long walk)
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