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Psychotherapy - Mental Institute Patient Jungkook x Nurse Taehyung - AO3 | Wattpad
"Oh, Taehyung-shi, you're here." Dr. Min lowered the documents to meet eyes with his assistant. "Just in time for our new patient to arrive."
"Oh?" Taehyung straightened his back as a sign that his interest was piqued.
"The name is Jeon Jeongguk, 20 years old. He was charged with murder – five victims - after he stabbed his ex-lovers in the course of a week without leaving a single trail behind." Taehyung cringed at the harsh behavior. "He was caught outside the latest victim's apartment, crying and covered in blood. He said he doesn't remember how he got there or what he was doing inside."
Haunt Your Dreams - Incubus Jungkook x Stylist Y/N Female - AO3 | Wattpad
An incubus is a Lilin-Demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon women/men in order to engage in sexual activity with them.
Hwa Minah is hired to be Jungkook's stylist with him being the biggest star of Seoul, she pretty much has to be by his side 24/7. Every time she is near him, though, her skin would burn up under his gaze but she would always brush it off. But when she starts having some sexual dreams involving him, she begins questioning everything around her.
Jeongguk and Taehyung have been best friends for a while now, 13 years to be more precise. They knew each other so well that they could've lived each other's lives and no one would suspect anything. From knowing each other's taste in food and fashion to picking each other's dates whenever they went out. Everything was going well until military service. After their discharge, the atmosphere around them got a little weird.
Or
Straight Jeongguk realizes he's not as straight anymore when Taehyung is hooking up with other people.
BloodLust - Vampire Taehyung x Human Y/N Female - AO3 | Wattpad
When Rei got the scholarship to continue her studies for medical school, she never expected to be bonded for life to a supernatural creature in her first week of school. She never expected to be dragged into so much trouble in such a short time.
Forgive me, father, for i have sinned, falling for a vampire.
Assassin’s Order - Assassin Jungkook x CEO Taehyung - AO3 | Wattpad
CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he's gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle's company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn't expect was falling for each other in the progress.
It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.
Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Trope: Friends with benefits, mutual pining, pwp, fluff, porn with feelings
Word Count: 4,557
Content Warning: Lots of making out, groping, car sex, anal sex, anal fingering, Taehyung is a cutie patootie, “What are we?” kind of angst
A/N: Initially, I had referred to this as a strange fic about condoms, but it’s really me being a hopeless romantic and making everyone Feel Things.
“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”
Jungkook smirks as Taehyung whimpers and tosses back his pretty blonde head. Jungkook has him pressed to the wall with one of his legs hiked up and hooked over Jungkook’s hip, opening him up so Jungkook can grind their clothed cocks together.
They’re both hard, Taehyung in his straight-leg jeans and Jungkook in light gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. Not that Taehyung needs to imagine what Jungkook’s cock looks like; he’s seen Jungkook naked plenty of times in the few months they’ve been hooking up.
Although the foyer of Taehyung’s apartment is dark, the moon casts enough light through the windows to illuminate the men as they rut against each other. It’s Jungkook’s first time here, but he’s too preoccupied to look around.
Despite their familiarity with each other, Taehyung is still shy around Jungkook. He squeezes his eyes shut when Jungkook sucks hickeys against his throat as though he’s afraid to see how devoutly Jungkook wants to devour him, chin tilted to the ceiling, and pretty pink lips parted so more whimpers can slip from them. A blush spreads across Taehyung’s cheeks like spring tulips in bloom, and Jungkook wonders how he possibly got so lucky to have something so sweet.
Jungkook nips at the curve of Taehyung's ear, and Taehyung curls his long, pretty fingers around Jungkook’s shoulders to hold himself up. Taehyung’s innocence makes Jungkook want to bite into him even deeper.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely.
“Hmm…?”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
A breathy whine is Taehyung’s response, and even though it isn’t what Jungkook is looking for, he quietly laughs under his breath.
“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”
“I’m not,” Taehyung protests with a gentle sigh. It isn’t true, but Jungkook leaves him be.
Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s thigh to work on unbuttoning his jeans. Once they’re unzipped, he glides one of his hands inside Taehyung’s jeans to palm his ass over his briefs. Using his other hand, he loosens Taehyung’s fingers from his shoulder. He brings Taehyung’s hand to the back of his neck and slowly slides it upward until their intertwined fingers slip through Jungkook’s hair. Curling his fingers, he forces Taehyung to grip his hair and lets out a satisfied groan when Taehyung experimentally tugs on the dark strands.
“Anyone ever fucked you like this?” Jungkook asks in between hickeys sucked along Taehyung’s neck, leading up to the corner of his jaw. “Up against the wall?”
“No,” Taehyung sighs against Jungkook’s lips when he kisses him.
Taehyung’s answer doesn’t surprise Jungkook. Everything they’ve done has been pretty tame, mainly because Taehyung has little experience. Although Jungkook isn’t the type to get off on corruption, there’s no denying how his cock twitches when Taehyung trembles from his touch like it’s the first time he’s been held and kissed.
Jungkook sucks Taehyung’s bottom lip into his mouth and tugs gently, pulling back far enough for Taehyung to chase his mouth. When Taehyung pouts in frustration, Jungkook laughs.
“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks deepens when he locks eyes with Jungkook.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Jungkook promises with a shadow obscuring half his devilish expression.
Surging forward, Jungkook captures Taehyung’s lips again, shoving his tongue in his mouth to swirl it around Taehyung’s. Taehyung’s whimpering gets louder, and Jungkook groans into the kiss. He grinds their hips together even harder, spurred on by how vocal Taehyung is.
“Where are your condoms?” Jungkook asks in a breathy voice. He’s somewhat shocked by how worked up he is with just a bit of kissing and groping.
Their lips lightly brush against each other as they pant, chests heaving in tandem. Taehyung has to clear his throat before he can properly speak.
“What?”
“Your condoms?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to whine. He presses his forehead against Taehyung’s and tries to calm himself down. “You don’t get it, Tae, I need to fuck you so badly. I’ll get them for you. Are they in your bedroom?”
“I… I don’t have any condoms,” Taehyung admits meekly, turning his head to the side to force Jungkook to pull back. “I thought you had some. Y’know, in your wallet or something.”
“Fuck.” Jungkook tips his head back and lets out a drawn-out groan. “God fucking damn it, Taehyung. Why don’t you?”
“I don’t know! We always go over to your apartment; why would I need any here?”
If Jungkook wasn’t uncomfortably hard, he would find it sweet that Taehyung only associates needing condoms with being with Jungkook, meaning he clearly isn’t bringing home anyone else to fuck him. It makes Jungkook’s chest swell, knowing he’s the only one who gets to have Taehyung like this, all pink in the face and disheveled, pretty fingers tangled in his hair and cocks pressed together.
But Jungkook is uncomfortably hard and doesn’t have the patience for this.
“Let’s go.” He shoves his hand down his pants to adjust his cock. There doesn’t appear to be any precum stains on the front, but Jungkook is beyond caring.
“Go where?” Taehyung stumbles forward when Jungkook steps back and releases his grip from Taehyung’s waist.
“To the store to get condoms.”
“W-What? Right now?”
Jungkook looks up at Taehyung as he stomps his feet into his boots.
“Yes, Tae, right now.”
“But, we could just…”
Jungkook raises his eyebrows and stands with his arms against his chest, waiting.
“I could suck you off?”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook sighs and pulls him over to zip up his jeans for him, “I don’t want you to suck me off. I want to fuck you. So, please, put your shoes on so we can go to the store before I start crying.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays on his lips as he slips into his shoes. They’re all-white Converse with the backs smashed in from how many times he’s walked around without entirely putting them on. Nearly all of Taehyung’s shoes look like that. Jungkook finds it rather ridiculous, but it’s somehow also endearing.
Much of what Taehyung does is endearing. For example, he lingers in the doorway with Jungkook’s car keys hooked around one of his fingers and his mini leather backpack slung over one shoulder, even though a box of condoms is small enough for Jungkook to carry in his hand. The flush on his face has lessened, and he runs his pretty fingers through his hair to flatten it down. Jungkook enjoys looking at him when he’s put together or ruined.
Outside, the air is thick with humidity from a hot summer rain earlier in the day. This frizzes Taehyung’s hair and dampens Jungkook’s upper lip with perspiration. The weather does nothing to calm the heat building in Jungkook’s groin.
Driving isn’t necessary when the closest 24-hour convenience store isn’t very far away, but Jungkook isn’t interested in getting sweatier than he already is from the short walk from Taehyung’s apartment complex to Jungkook’s parked car.
“Do you like me that much? That you’d go to the store in the middle of the night when it’s so gross outside just because you want to fuck me?”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook curiously, his head slightly cocked to the side and his hands in his back pockets.
Do you like me that much?
Their relationship is about more than just a good fuck, but Jungkook is afraid to say it, and Taehyung is afraid to directly ask. Instead, he skirts around the question, asking others that are parallel but never intersect the way they should if either man wants to be honest.
Instead of answering, Jungkook grabs the strap of Taehyung’s backpack to yank him into a bruising kiss that hopefully tells him everything Jungkook wants to say but can’t.
When they finally reach Jungkook’s car, he holds the door open for Taehyung like a proper gentleman because Taehyung is sweet and soft and deserves the gentlest side of Jungkook, even if Jungkook likes being a little mean when they fuck.
“AUX?” Taehyung asks, already twirling the cord between his fingers once Jungkook slides into the driver’s seat. When Jungkook gives him the okay, he chooses a playlist that Jungkook recognizes after two songs.
“Y'know, I’ve got a Pavlovian response to our sex playlist,” Jungkook comments. He briefly looks at Taehyung before returning his eyes to the relatively empty road as he drives.
“What happens to you?” Taehyung asks like he knows the answer already.
“My dick automatically gets hard.”
“No, it doesn’t!” Taehyung brings his hand up his mouth when he laughs, his lips brushing against the back of it.
“Yes, it does. Want to check if I’m lying?”
Taehyung scoffs, but it only takes a few seconds before he’s palming Jungkook’s thigh. He’s hesitant when he does it and slow once he slides his hand between Jungkook’s thighs to gently squeeze his hard cock.
Taehyung’s next exhale is audibly shaky, and Jungkook grins but doesn’t look away from the road again.
They’re silent the rest of the short drive, Jungkook thinking about Taehyung’s hand on his cock and Taehyung lost in thought while he watches the city lights through the window and nibbles his bottom lip. It’s cute how flustered Taehyung gets, even when he does it to himself.
The embarrassment even follows Taehyung into the store. He tries to avoid standing in the aisle where condoms and other sex-related products are, but Jungkook insists that he helps choose which brand to get.
“What kind do you like? These are the ones I get, but if you want something else, we can try it out,” Jungkook says with a tap of his finger on the box he usually buys – ultra-thin and extra sensitive because he likes feeling as much of Taehyung as he can.
Taehyung skeptically eyes the boxes. He picks up one that boasts a pleasurable texture of ribs and dots on the outside of the condom.
“Does it really make a difference?”
Jungkook scrunches his nose and takes the box from Taehyung to return it to the shelf.
“Everyone I’ve hooked up with has said textured condoms are too thick and don’t feel like anything, or they hurt.”
Taehyung looks away quickly, but Jungkook notices how his expression falls into something sad, and he knows he’s fucked up.
“Tae–”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to bore you by doing the things you’ve already done with everyone else,” Taehyung says curtly. He reaches for a seemingly random box and turns on his heel.
Groaning, Jungkook grabs a bottle of lube and his usual condom brand and follows Taehyung down the aisle.
“Tae.”
“Let’s just go.”
Grabbing Taehyung’s forearm, Jungkook tries to turn him around to face him, but Taehyung yanks his arm out of Jungkooks hold. He watches Taehyung claim one of the self-checkout registers. The force with which Taehyung jabs the touchscreen to select his payment once he scans the lube and two condom boxes is concerning for his index finger, as is how violently he shoves the items into his mini backpack.
“You should have let me pay for them,” Jungkook says quietly once he’s caught up with Taehyung, falling in line with him as they exit the store and walk toward the back of the parking lot. It’s late enough that only a handful of other cars are in the lot, most likely the employees’.
“Why? Do you buy condoms for everyone else?” Taehyung snaps as he squeezes the car door’s handle.
Frustrated with the sour turn their night has taken, Jungkook covers Taehyung’s hand on the handle with his own and crowds Taehyung against the side of the car. A ball of anxiety sinks to the pit of his stomach when Taehyung refuses to look him in the eyes, and Jungkook realizes he’s never considered what it would be like to no longer have Taehyung in his life. He has taken advantage of how dependable Taehyung is, knowing he’ll always be there when Jungkook needs him.
Eventually, people grow tired. Jungkook can see that weariness and wariness in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I bought condoms for everyone else,” Jungkook admits quietly. When Taehyung scoffs, he pushes on, “But I buy condoms for you.”
It’s a horrible way to tell a guy that he likes him, but Jungkook is the first to admit that he’s terrible at this shit. Swallowing a lump in his throat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants isn’t enough to calm himself down, but Taehyung’s glare hurts more than the anxious ache in his stomach.
“There isn’t an everyone else, Tae,” Jungkook’s nearly pleading as he tilts his head to follow Taehyung’s gaze when Taehyung tries to look away. “It’s only you. I swear on my life, it’s just you.”
“Really?” Taehyung’s eyes are narrowed, and skepticism taints his pretty features, but Jungkook sees the vulnerability hidden behind the hard exterior Taehyung is so accustomed to crafting.
“Yes,” Jungkook breathes as he leans forward to kiss Taehyung’s forehead. “You can, I don’t know, go through my phone. Read my texts and look at my photos. See that I deleted Grindr. Whatever proof you need.”
Taehyung is silent for a few seconds. Jungkook keeps his lips lightly pressed to his forehead and breathes in the comforting scent of his peppermint and eucalyptus shampoo. He clings to that and finds it grounding when Taehyung’s following words shake him to his core.
“I went on a date with someone,” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook feels his chest constrict. He tries to breathe slowly and lets his grip on Taehyung’s waist slacken slightly.
“How,” Jungkook pauses to clear his throat, “How did it go?”
He feels Taehyung shrug, but he keeps staring out into the empty parking lot.
“Pretty good. He was nice and really cute. We went to lunch and a new art exhibit and then hung out at his place.” Taehyung’s voice is steady as he talks, but there’s an implication behind admitting that he went to this other man’s home.
Jungkook feels like he’s suffocating.
“He wasn’t you, though,” Taehyung whispers as he leans back slightly to look Jungkook in the eyes. “He was nice, but we didn’t click, I guess. He wasn’t thoughtful like you are. His jokes weren’t as funny and his music taste was horrible. And… he didn’t touch me like you do.”
Jungkook bites at his lip piercing and tries to ignore the thunderous sound of his blood rushing to his head. He can’t stop the images that flood his head of some mystery man his imagination conjures for him, touching Taehyung, kissing Taehyung, fucking Taehyung.
That mystery man wouldn’t know that Taehyung can cum untouched but isn’t fully satisfied unless he cums again with external help. He wouldn’t know that he needs to hold Taehyung after because he gets emotional sometimes, especially after a hard fuck. He wouldn’t know that Taehyung worries about being enough and how important it is to affirm him during sex.
“You don’t need to look for what you need in someone else,” Jungkook murmurs as he runs his hands up and down Taehyung’s sides.
Taehyung leans in to whisper against the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, “I need you.”
The kiss Jungkook pulls Taehyung into is frantic and rougher than how Jungkook usually kisses him. He buries one hand in Taehyung’s silky hair and grabs Taehyung’s hip with the other, pushing him against the car so he can mold his body to Taehyung’s. He wants to feel every inch of Taehyung’s body on his, to know that he has all of Taehyung, just him and no one else.
Jungkook loves Taehyung.
He has known it for a long time, but he stamps the truth so deeply inside himself that sometimes he convinces himself that he’s forgotten. But then, in moments like this, when Jungkook is flinging the car door open and crawling over Taehyung’s body as they climb into the backseat, Jungkook is forced to acknowledge the swell of love he feels when Taehyung stares up at him with such a tender expression. Taehyung’s face disappears momentarily, obscured by his t-shirt when he pulls it off and tosses it onto the floor. He slips his hands beneath Jungkook’s shirt and runs his palms up his toned abdomen, stopping when he reaches his pecs to flick his thumbs over his nipples.
“Take this off, please,” Taehyung asks sweetly, and Jungkook is a goner.
The back of the car is cramped, and two grown men trying to maneuver on the narrow seat is more than what the space is made for. They make it work with Taehyung lying on his stomach, his jeans pulled down around his knees. He keeps his legs together so Jungkook can straddle his thighs, one of Jungkook’s legs slipping off the seat and forcing him to half-kneel, half-stand. It’s an awkward position, but Taehyung seems comfortable with their shirts balled up under his lower stomach to lift his hips and his crossed beneath his head, and that’s all Jungkook really cares about.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook whines when he pulls out the random box of condoms from Taehyung’s backpack. “You bought the fucking fire and ice ones. These things will genuinely light my dick on fire.”
Taehyung snorts and turns his head to the side to get a better look at Jungkook.
“I don’t know. I just grabbed it because the colors on the box were pretty.”
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook tosses the box onto the floor and pulls out his preferred brand, tried and true. Setting it to the side, he opens the new bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers.
Jungkook assumes the fit will be tight due to Taehyung’s position since his legs are pushed together, but Jungkook is patient. He holds Taehyung open with one hand and rubs his lubed-up fingers against his rim.
Taehyung groans into the crook of his elbow and squirms from the cold lube, but he can’t move with Jungkook’s body weight on him.
“Stay still,” Jungkook murmurs with a light squeeze of Taehyung’s cheek.
The satisfaction of getting a reaction out of Taehyung dissolves when Jungkook easily slips his finger past his rim. With a shaky breath, Jungkook pulls out and adds another finger without resistance.
Taehyung never said when he went on the date, but he’s stretched enough that Jungkook massages his prostate with three fingers after only minimal stretching. He spends some time tapping and swirling his fingertips around his walls until Taehyung tries pushing against Jungkook’s fingers.
“Jungkook, please,” Taehyung whimpers, and something snaps inside Jungkook.
“Jagiya,” Jungkook rarely uses the pet name, but he knows it makes Taehyung quiver when he does. “Say my name again, jagi.”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung moans when Jungkook speeds up his fingers.
The sound of his palm smacking against Taehyung’s asscheek and the squelch of lube harmonizes with Taehyung’s breathy chant of Jungkook’s name. He leans forward until his chest is pressed against Taehyung’s back, and his teeth can graze against the curve of Taehyung’s ear.
“You said he didn’t touch you like I do,” Jungkook repeats and lets out a slight hum when Taehyung nods. “Tell me what you like about how I touch you.”
When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves kisses across Taehyung’s shoulders and down his spine.
“You touch me like I’m special,” Taehyung says softly, his statement punctuated by a quiet whimper when Jungkook pulls his fingers out of him.
“What else?” Jungkook asks before tearing a condom package with his teeth.
“You’re gentle, and you actually care about how I feel. I can trust you,” Taehyung’s voice cracks when Jungkook spreads his cheeks to finally sink his cock into him in one slow but smooth thrust.
Planting one hand on the seat beside Taehyung’s waist and grabbing Taehyung’s waist with the other to press him into the seat, Jungkook leans forward and grinds his pelvis against Taehyung’s ass.
“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, “Am I too heavy on you?”
Taehyung shakes his head and reaches down to adjust his cock so it rubs against the seat at a comfortable angle every time Jungkook thrusts into him.
Despite being adequately stretched, the position makes Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook’s cock hot and tight. They’ve never fucked like this, with Jungkook straddling Taehyung’s thighs. Even though Jungkook can’t reach as deep as he likes to, the tight heat and softness of Taehyung’s ass, as well as the intimacy of having to hover over Taehyung, makes up for it.
“Feels really good,” Taehyung says softly, his eyes scrunched shut. “You’re right there.”
Jungkook knows what that means. He maintains the current angle of his hips when he thrusts into Taehyung again, the head of his cock hitting Taehyung’s prostate directly.
“Yes, fuck, Jungkook, stay there.”
Taehyung’s moans are pretty, so deep and airy that they seem to whisper a secret meant only for Jungkook. Jungkook should be the only one who gets to hear Taehyung like this. His heart yearns to call Taehyung his own, to be the person Taehyung can go to for support, to give him affection freely without feeling as though this is all just temporary.
It’s why the sex is so good, Jungkook thinks as he picks up the pace, fucking Taehyung just the way he likes it. The pace is hard and fast because Jungkook needs this. He needs to be as close to Taehyung as he possibly can and needs to mold himself until they become one, two halves making a whole. He needs to hear Taehyung moan his name when he’s on the verge of tears because Jungkook fucks into him relentlessly and latches his lips to every inch of bare skin to leave his mark so Jungkook can’t look at Taehyung without remembering that he yearns.
“Can you cum like this?” Jungkook leans down to murmur in Taehyung’s ear, drawing a string of expletives out of Taehyung that are moaned so quietly that Jungkook can hardly make them out.
“Y-Yeah, yeah.”
“Gonna cum on my cock, jagiya? Let me feel how good I am to you?”
Dirty talk embarrasses Taehyung, but Jungkook knows it turns him on anyway.
“I will, I will.”
Taehyung lifts his chin so Jungkook can kiss him. It’s sideways, and Taehyung keeps rocking up and down across the seat from each smack of Jungkook’s body against his, but it feels good to taste Taehyung while he’s inside of him.
Another thing Jungkook knows about Taehyung is that he likes to stretch out. It’s like he builds up tension inside of him, then curls into himself when he cums. It reminds Jungkook of a cat stretching after a long nap. Taehyung doesn’t have much room to do that in Jungkook’s car, but he reaches his arms above his head to grab the edge of the seat and hold himself in place as Jungkook fucks him.
Intertwining their fingers, Jungkook brings one of Taehyung’s arms behind him, bending it at the elbow so his hand rests at the small of his back. Jungkook keeps holding his hand, even when Taehyung starts squeezing it and digging his nails into his skin hard enough to hurt.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasps with one particularly hard thrust. “A little faster, please. I’m close.”
“God, you’re so cute, I love you so fucking much.”
The confession is so natural that it slips out without Jungkook even realizing it. The reality doesn’t sink in until he hears Taehyung moan, this time with a higher pitch and whinier, a sound Jungkook has never heard from him before. It sounds broken and desperate.
Surprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t feel the anxiety he thought he would when he considered eventually confessing. Perhaps because it is natural, something that should have happened so long ago.
Jungkook gives Taehyung what he wants, making sure not to hold him down too hard so he can move his hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, further stimulating his cock trapped between his body at the seat. It doesn’t matter that Jungkook’s seats are black. When Taehyung cums with a wet, sputtering sob as tears stream down his cheeks, Jungkook knows nothing matters except him making Taehyung feel good.
Pulling out, Jungkook rips the condom off and sits back on Taehyung’s thighs as he pumps his cock. His orgasm hits him so hard that he’s silent, only uttering a small groan when the last of his cum spurts on Taehyung’s ass.
“Shit,” Jungkook sighs, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath.
The car windows are so foggy that condensation drips down them, creating streaks that expose the city's lights around them. The air inside the car is muggy, smelling of sweat and cum. Jungkook may be weird, but he likes the smell of sex when it’s with Taehyung. Maybe he’s that pathetically whipped for Taehyung. If he is, he doesn’t care.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung calls hoarsely, lifting up the top half of his body so he’s resting on his elbows. “Can you clean me up?”
He’s shy when he asks, and Jungkook wonders if he’ll grow out of it. It wouldn’t matter to him, though. Jungkook loves Taehyung regardless of if he’s afraid to say cum or not.
In the front console is a disorganized stack of napkins Jungkook has collected from eating fast food far too many times. He grabs a handful of them to clean Taehyung up and is acutely aware of Taehyung watching his every move. It’s nerve-wracking because Jungkook knows what Taehyung is thinking about and thinks he knows what Taehyung will say. It will be exactly what Jungkook hopes for, yet he’s still scared.
The two men watch each other get dressed and exchange shy smiles when Jungkook smacks his head on the ceiling, and Taehyung accidentally crushes the box of fire and ice condoms. Jungkook feels like a teenager sneaking out of the house to hook up with his high school sweetheart, parked somewhere they shouldn’t be. He can’t believe he’s well into his twenties and just had sex in a grocery store parking lot.
“Do you only love me during sex? Or all the time?” Taehyung finally asks once he and the seat have been cleaned up as best as Jungkook can, and they both are fully clothed.
“All the time,” Jungkook confesses with Taehyung sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs and draping his arms over his shoulders.
“Did you say it because of my date?”
Jungkook runs his hands along Taehyung’s sides and takes his time to think about the question. It’s a valid one, but Jungkook doesn’t like the implications.
“I loved you before the date.” It’s an easy answer to give.
Taehyung runs his pretty fingers through Jungkook’s hair and kisses his forehead.
“I went on the date because I love you, and I thought you wouldn’t want to commit to being with me,” Taehyung presses his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and breathes him in, sweaty skin and all. “I fucked myself over, though. I left the date loving you more.”
Jungkook never planned for Taehyung to enter his life and completely turn it upside down, but as he holds the back of Taehyung’s head and wraps his arm around his waist to keep him against his chest, Jungkook’s thankful for the part of him that gave himself permission to love.
°⊹- The neon sign in the window of Velvet Whispers hummed a low, buzzing B-flat, casting a magenta glow across the polished hardwood floors. It was 11:45 PM on a rainy Thursday, and you were thoroughly convinced you were the only living soul left on this stretch of the boulevard.
[ 🪓 ] --- 전정국 x f!reader ₊ ⊹ ˚ ⟡ cw | biker!jungkook • sex store worker!reader • explicit content • face fucking • praise/degradation • multiple orgasms • fingering • oral received (m/f) • deep throat • overstimulation • marks/bruising • etc.
› word count : 2.5k
°⊹- notes : writing this while im at the shop right now because standing around all these lubricants and lace lingerie is literally the ultimate muse 😭 like where is my hot, ink-covered biker man ?? i am officially manifesting jungkook taking a wrong turn on his motorcycle and walking into the exact adult store i work at tonight. corporate please don't check my search history, i'm just a girl trying to survive the graveyard shift lmao. enjoy the ruin.
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You leaned against the glass counter, absentmindedly spinning a velvet-lined display tray of rose-gold cuffs. Working the late shift at a boutique adult store in the city had its perks—namely, peace, quiet, and the freedom to catch up on your reading. It was a high-end spot, less "fluorescent-lit basement" and more "luxury lingerie parlor," smelling faintly of vanilla and expensive leather.
The bell above the heavy oak door chimed, cutting through the low lo-fi beat playing from the store’s speakers.
You blinked, shifting your gaze from the cuffs to the entrance, expecting a frantic couple or a shy college student. Instead, the air in the room instantly grew heavier.
He had to duck slightly to clear the doorframe. Broad shoulders, encased in a scuffed, heavyweight black leather motorcycle jacket, caught the pink neon light. Raindrops glistened on the leather, dripping onto the floor as he paused, pulling off a pair of fingerless leather gloves and tucking them into his pocket. Underneath the jacket, a distressed black graphic tee clung to a chest that looked like it could hold up a collapsing roof.
But it was his face that made the breath catch flat in your throat. High, sharp cheekbones, a pierced lip, and dark, piercing eyes shadowed by a wet mop of raven hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. A faint trail of ink peeked out from the collar of his shirt, creeping up his neck, while his right arm was a solid, intricate sleeve of black-and-grey tattoos stretching all the way down to his knuckles.
He looked entirely out of place among the minimalist glass shelves and satin-draped displays. He looked like trouble on two wheels.
"Welcome in," you said, your voice smoother than you actually felt. You rested your chin on your palm, offering him a slow, unbothered smile. "Let me know if you’re looking for anything specific, or if you just need a place to dry off."
The man paused, his dark eyes locked onto yours. He hadn't expected the girl behind the counter to look at him with amusement instead of intimidation. A slow, devastating smirk tugged at the corner of his pierced lip.
"Just looking," he rumbled. His voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that felt like a low-frequency vibration straight to your chest.
He began to pace the perimeter of the store. He didn't walk; he prowled. His heavy engineer boots thudded softly against the floor. You watched him open-ally, entirely unashamed of your inspection. He stopped in front of a wall of high-end oils and massage bars, picking up a bottle of amber-scented warming lubricant. His tattooed fingers wrapped around the sleek glass, twisting it to read the back.
"Find anything interesting?" you called out, tilting your head.
Jungkook—though you didn't know his name yet—turned his head, holding your gaze as he slowly set the bottle back down. He walked toward the counter, his movements deliberate, until there was nothing but a strip of glass separating his imposing frame from yours. Up close, he smelled of rain, ozone, expensive cologne, and the distinct, raw scent of motor oil and leather.
"Maybe," he said, leaning his forearms against the counter. The leather of his jacket creaked. He tilted his face down slightly, looking up at you through his dark lashes. "I didn't think places like this came with such captivating views."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning forward just enough to match his proximity. "We pride ourselves on our curation. Everything here is premium quality."
"Is that so?" His eyes dropped to your lips, then traveled down to the collarbone peeking out from your top, before snapping back up to your eyes. The intensity in his stare was palpable, heavy with a sudden, thick tension that made your skin tingle. "What’s your name?"
"User," you murmured. "And you are?"
"Jungkook." He extended a hand, his palm warm and calloused against yours as you took it. He didn't just shake your hand; he held it, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of your knuckles, a slow, deliberate caress that sent a spark straight down your spine. "Do you always work the graveyard shift alone, User?"
"Usually. It's quiet. Gives me time to think." You gently pulled your hand back, though your skin practically throbbed where he’d touched it. "Though tonight is proving to be a bit more... distracting."
Jungkook’s smirk widened, showing a hint of his bunny teeth, a surprisingly endearing contrast to the raw masculinity radiating off him. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his dark, oil-stained jeans. "Am I distracting you?"
"A little," you admitted honestly, leaning back against the register. "You don't exactly look like our usual clientele. Most guys who come in here alone are sweating through their shirts and looking at the floor."
"I'm not most guys," he said simply. He cast a glance around the empty shop, then looked back at you, his eyes darkening with a sudden, predatory focus. "And I don't scare easily. Especially not by things I want."
The directness of it made your pulse spike. "And what is it you want, Jungkook?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he walked around the perimeter of the counter. You didn't move, your heart hammering against your ribs as he stepped into the employee-only space behind the desk. The space was narrow, forcing him to stand mere inches from you. He was a wall of heat, completely eclipsing the cool air of the store.
"I think," Jungkook whispered, stepping so close you could feel the whisper of his breath on your cheek, "I want to see if the customer service here is as good as they say."
"The store closes in five minutes," you breathed, your eyes flitting down to his lips.
"Then lock the door."
It was a command, wrapped in a velvet plea. You didn't hesitate. Reaching blindly behind you, you grabbed the keys off the hook, stepped past him—your hips brushing against his thighs in a way that made him let out a low growl—and walked to the front entrance. You turned the deadbolt with a heavy click, flipped the sign to 'CLOSED', and shut off the main overhead lights.
Instantly, the store was bathed in a deep, moody crimson and violet glow from the accent lights.
When you turned around, Jungkook hadn't moved from behind the counter. He was watching you through the shadows, his silhouette massive and imposing. You walked back to him slowly, hips swaying just a fraction more, feeling an intoxicating rush of adrenaline. You weren't a helpless girl in a dark shop; you were the one holding the keys, and he was the one trapped inside with you.
As soon as you stepped back into the alcove behind the counter, Jungkook’s hand shot out. His calloused fingers wrapped firmly around your hip, pulling you flush against him. The rough leather of his jacket pressed into your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body beneath it.
"You're bold," he murmured, his gaze scanning your face as if searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, his grip tightened, his thumb digging into the soft flesh of your waist. "I like that."
"I know what I like too," you retorted, reaching up to rest your hands on his broad shoulders. The leather was damp, but your palms slid up to his neck, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his pulse. "And right now, I want to know if you're all talk."
Jungkook let out a dark, breathless laugh. "You're going to regret daring me, sweetheart."
He moved with a sudden, fluid speed that caught you off guard. In one seamless motion, he hoisted you up, lifting you effortlessly onto the sturdy glass counter. The glass didn't shatter, but the rattle of the display trays inside echoed through the silent room. You parted your legs instinctively, allowing him to step deeply between your thighs.
Before you could speak, his hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, and he brought his mouth down on yours.
The kiss was explosive. It wasn't gentle or tentative; it was a bruising, possessive claim that tasted like rain and raw hunger. His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a dominant stroke that made a soft, helpless whimper escape your throat. He drank the sound in, his other hand sliding up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your skirt out of the way until his warm palm met the bare skin of your upper thigh.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your fingers gripping his damp hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, burying you in his scent and his heat.
Jungkook pulled back just an inch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his lips wet and swollen. "Fuck," he muttered against your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He bit down gently on the sensitive skin right above your collarbone, making you arch your back and gasp out loud. "You smell so good. So goddamn sweet."
His hands moved to the zipper of his jacket, shrugging out of the heavy leather and letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Left in just his black t-shirt, the definition of his chest and biceps was devastating. The tattoos on his arm flexed as he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear.
He looked up at you, his dark eyes burning with an unspoken question.
You answered by sliding your hands down his chest, grasping the hem of his shirt, and tugging it upward. He complied easily, raising his arms so you could pull the fabric over his head, discarding it onto the floor next to his jacket. In the dim, magenta light, his torso was a masterpiece of muscle, ink, and a few faint scars that spoke of a life lived on the edge.
Jungkook reached down and swept your underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. His hand traveled back up, his large, tattooed palm cupping you over the aching center of your desire. You gasped, your fingers digging into the flesh of his bare shoulders as he began to stroke you, his thumb finding your slick core and rubbing in slow, agonizing circles.
"Look at you," Jungkook growled softly, his thumb smearing your own moisture over your sensitive skin. He watched your face intensely, catching every twitch of your eyebrows, every parted breath. "So wet for me already. You wanted this just as bad as I did."
"Jungkook, please," you whimpered, your hips tilting upward against his hand, seeking more pressure.
He smiled, a dark, wicked thing, and instead of giving you what you wanted, he dropped to his knees right between your thighs.
Your breath hitched as his hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading you wide under the glowing neon light. Jungkook didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning against your soaking folds before his tongue made a long, wet stripe from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your swollen clit.
You let out a loud, unvarnished cry, your fingers instantly tangling in his dark, wet hair. Jungkook groaned against your skin, fascinated by your response. He went to work with a brutal efficiency, flat, heavy strokes of his tongue alternating with sharp, pointed sucks right on your most sensitive spot. He inserted two fingers inside you, pumping them deep, mirroring the frantic rhythm of his mouth.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, please," you sobbed, your hips rolling helplessly against his face, completely undone by the wet, suctioning friction.
He swallowed your whimpers, dragging his tongue over you over and over until your body went completely rigid. A violent tremble raced through your thighs as your first orgasm crashed down, your walls gripping his fingers in a vice-like clench. Jungkook stayed right there, lapping up every drop of your release until your tremors subsided into weak shudders.
When he stood back up, his lips were slick and glistening, his eyes completely dark with desire. "You taste incredible," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
But he wasn't done playing. His hands gripped your waist and he turned you around, forcing you on your hands and knees on the cold, smooth glass counter. The change in perspective was dizzying. You looked back over your shoulder, your breath catching as Jungkook unbuttoned and shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his heavy, throbbing length.
Before he covered himself, he stepped closer, his heavy chest pressing against your lower back. He reached around, his fingers gripping your chin, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him.
"Open up, sweetheart," he rumbled.
He guided his thick, pulsing shaft right against your lips. You opened your mouth, taking him in. The sheer size of him stretched your jaw, the heat of him overwhelming. Jungkook let out a low, ragged groan, his hands moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling securely in your hair. He began to move his hips, slowly at first, then with an aggressive, dominant rhythm, face-fucking you right there on the counter.
He pushed deep into your throat, making you gasp, your eyes tearing up as his thick length slid in and out of your wet mouth. The friction of his pubic bone hitting your chin, the raw sound of your wet throat wrapping around him, completely drove him over the edge. He gave a few more deep, forceful thrusts into your mouth before pulling out with a wet snap, both of you panting for air.
He reached over, grabbing a condom from the display jar, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on with a trembling hand.
"Now," he growled, his voice a gravelly command.
He grabbed your hips, lifting your core up, and aligned himself. With one heavy, brutal shove, Jungkook buried himself completely inside you from behind.
"Ah!" you screamed, your fingers blindly scratching at the smooth glass of the counter for purchase. The depth was staggering. He filled you so completely you could feel the thrum of his pulse deep within your chest.
Jungkook didn't give you a second to adjust. He began to hammer into you, his large hands anchoring onto your hip bones, leaving bruising prints as he drove his weight forward. The slap of his thighs against your ass echoed through the empty boutique, a dirty, rhythmic cadence accompanied by your high-pitched gasps.
"Fuck, you're so tight, User," he panted, his chest heaving as he bent down, his teeth gently biting the sensitive skin of your shoulder blade. "Look at how well you take me."
Wanting to change the angle, he pulled you backward off the counter. Your feet hit the floor, but your knees were too weak to hold you. Jungkook caught you effortlessly, spinning you around to face him. He backed up against the heavy oak desk, sitting down on the edge of it, and hoisted you up onto his lap, guiding your hips down so you impaled yourself on him in a deep stride.
You let out a breathless groan, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. In this position, the control was yours, and you began to roll your hips, grinding down against his thick shaft.
Jungkook’s hands shot up to grip your waist, helping you set the pace. His head fell back against the dark wood of the wall, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles bunched. "Like that... fuck, just like that," he choked out, his eyes opening to watch you ride him. The sight of you above him, your chest heaving, completely covered in the crimson neon glow, was almost too much for him to bear.
You picked up the pace, bouncing frantically on him, the friction pushing you closer and closer to another edge. Your internal walls pulsed around him, driving him insane.
"Jungkook, I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he wheezed.
He gripped your thighs, flipping you around in one fluid, powerful motion. He laid you flat on your back on the desk, scattering papers and pens to the floor. He lifted your legs high, resting your ankles over his broad shoulders, opening you up completely to his gaze.
He didn't wait. He plunged back in, his thrusts fast, deep, and utterly relentless. This angle was lethal, hitting your sweet spot with every single strike. You tossed your head from side to side, your fingers digging into the edge of the wooden desk, your entire body trembling under his weight.
"Jungkook! Please, Jungkook!" you screamed, completely lost to the pleasure.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled, his own pace turning chaotic, frantic. "Let me feel it."
Your walls clamped down in a violent, crushing climax, a high-pitched cry tearing from your throat as the room spun. The sheer tightness of your release broke Jungkook’s remaining control. He let out a loud, animalistic roar, driving into you three more punishing times before locking his hips tight against yours. He threw his head back, his veins straining against his neck as he came violently inside the condom, his entire body shuddering as he poured himself into you.
The silence of the shop returned slowly, filled only by the sounds of your ragged, synchronized breathing and the distant, soothing patter of the rain outside.
Jungkook remained buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving against yours, his face hidden in your hair. He was heavy, but it was a comforting, grounding weight. Slowly, he began to kiss his way up your neck, gentle, soft presses of his lips that were a stark contrast to the violence of the passion just moments before.
He pulled out slowly, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. He carefully disposed of the protection, cleaning both of you up with a few tissues from behind the counter, his movements surprisingly tender.
Once he had pulled his jeans back up, he turned his attention to you. You were still sitting on the desk, your legs dangling, feeling completely thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way. Jungkook smiled, a soft, genuine expression that melted the hardened biker exterior completely.
He reached down, picked up his heavy leather jacket from the floor, and draped it over your bare shoulders. The leather was cool against your overheated skin, but the interior still held his residual warmth. It smelled entirely of him.
"You okay?" he asked, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek.
"More than okay," you breathed, wrapping the oversized jacket tighter around yourself. "Best customer service experience of my life."
Jungkook chuckled, leaning forward to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. He didn't look like he had any intention of leaving anytime soon. He reached over, grabbed a chair from behind the desk, and pulled it up right next to where you were sitting on the counter, sitting down and resting his hand on your knee.
"Good," he said, his dark eyes sparkling with a dangerous, beautiful promise. "Because I think I'm going to be a regular customer from now on."
Does anyone know why I can't seem to gain any views or reachability in any way? Even by mistake, someone would still have opened the book or, just out of curiosity, read the first chapter. I've never had this happen to me before.
My account is 10 years old as well, so I don't think that's the problem. It's really bugging me, so please let me know if you have any tips. Thank you <3
Wingman ~ Taekook (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/411261025-wingman-%7E-taekook?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=TaeSyubDKook
So I wrote something.... if you’d like to check it out I’d be grateful :3
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 36k (ongoing)
Rating: 18+
Warnings: IdolAU, Canon Compliant, Top Jeongguk, Bottom Taehyung, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Kissing, Smut, Bisexuals, Explicit Sexual Content,
Summary: Jeongguk and Taehyung have been best friends for a while now, 13 years to be more precise. They knew each other so well that they could've lived each other's lives and no one would suspect anything. From knowing each other's taste in food and fashion to picking each other's dates whenever they went out. Everything was going well until military service. After their discharge, the atmosphere around them got a little weird.
Psychotherapy - Mental Institute Patient Jungkook x Nurse Taehyung - AO3 | Wattpad
“Oh, Taehyung-shi, you’re here.” Dr. Min lowered the documents to meet eyes with his assistant. “Just in time for our new patient to arrive.”
“Oh?” Taehyung straightened his back as a sign that his interest was piqued.
“The name is Jeon Jeongguk, 20 years old. He was charged with murder – five victims - after he stabbed his ex-lovers in the course of a week without leaving a single trail behind.” Taehyung cringed at the harsh behavior. “He was caught outside the latest victim’s apartment, crying and covered in blood. He said he doesn’t remember how he got there or what he was doing inside.”
Haunt Your Dreams - Incubus Jungkook x Stylist Y/N Female - AO3 | Wattpad
An incubus is a Lilin-Demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon women/men in order to engage in sexual activity with them.
Hwa Minah is hired to be Jungkook’s stylist with him being the biggest star of Seoul, she pretty much has to be by his side 24/7. Every time she is near him, though, her skin would burn up under his gaze but she would always brush it off. But when she starts having some sexual dreams involving him, she begins questioning everything around her.
Jeongguk and Taehyung have been best friends for a while now, 13 years to be more precise. They knew each other so well that they could’ve lived each other’s lives and no one would suspect anything. From knowing each other’s taste in food and fashion to picking each other’s dates whenever they went out. Everything was going well until military service. After their discharge, the atmosphere around them got a little weird.
Or
Straight Jeongguk realizes he’s not as straight anymore when Taehyung is hooking up with other people.
BloodLust - Vampire Taehyung x Human Y/N Female - AO3 | Wattpad
When Rei got the scholarship to continue her studies for medical school, she never expected to be bonded for life to a supernatural creature in her first week of school. She never expected to be dragged into so much trouble in such a short time.
Forgive me, father, for i have sinned, falling for a vampire.
Assassin’s Order - Assassin Jungkook x CEO Taehyung - AO3 | Wattpad
CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he’s gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle’s company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn’t expect was falling for each other in the progress.
I'm just gonna leave this here if anyone wants to check out my writing bc my babies inspired me so much since their comeback. If you like it, please leave some likes and comments bc it means a lot <3
Wow I haven’t been using the us account in 10 years bc adult life happened lol but now I feel inspired by the guys since they reunited. And don’t get me started on my wattpad Jungkook being the ideal boyfriend. Damn.
I’ll be getting back into writing (I have written a few chapters to a taekook book) and I’ll update you further when I’m posting.
If you’re afraid to leave a review/comment because you think it’ll sound stupid, don’t be. Just leave an incoherent reply in all caps. We love that shit.
I’m thinking of writing a Jeongguk smut but I’m just undecided if it should be Taekook or Girl Original Character. Please, tell me which one would you like to read.
I don’t understand why people think fanfiction writers aren’t real writers.
I mean, have you ever read a fanfiction? Have you read how wonderfully their descriptions are? How well they know the characters?
I am a full-time writer and I write my own stories but I’m far below the average Fanfic writers when it comes to writing scenes and describing emotions.
If a writer writes a retelling of old work/fairy tale, they’re applauded and praised but that’s what Fanfic writers are doing. Retelling a story in a completely unique way with old set of characters.
It just annoys me. But shout out to all the fabulous Fanfic writers out there (yes, even though you write fanfics about my anti-ships). Thank you for your selfless contribution to our fandoms (and fantasies which we know won’t ever happen).
Fandoms and the world of storytelling are incomplete without you all.
I have nothing but utmost respect and love for you. 💗
Are you planning to update Psychotherapy in the near future? Love your work ❤️❤️
I will continue it but right now I'm quite busy with my license paper so I'm focusing mainly on uni. Don't worry, I won't let it incomplete like that. And thank you for reading my works ❤
I got an email from a reader earlier. The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over. It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room. He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.
I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.
“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing. How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”
“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen. "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”
“I think she means favorite fic author. Not real author.”
“Is there a difference?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes. ”Of course there is.”
“Why?”
“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.
“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you. A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact. You write, people read it and react. That makes you an author.”
“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.
Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead. Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right. (But please don’t tell him I said that)
From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader. I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling? That makes me an author.
I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception. I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.
It’s not JUST fan fic. It’s literature. It’s published. It’s read. It’s loved.
It matters.
Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved.
Here’s to all the writers, the authors on the net who inspire and motivate with just words and narration, boundless and not caged within reality. Here’s to all of you and the smiles you guys put on our faces, the warmth you guys plant in our chests.
- War of Overdose Team
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