#namjoon ship

[lilprincegoo]

Our Place Beneath The Stars by Lssimpson999

namjoon/jungkook

Astronaut Kim Namjoon, Mission Control Jeon Jungkook, BTS basically works in NASA, Meet-Cute, IN SPACE!, Namjoon is in space, Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom Kim Namjoon, Sub Jeon Jungkook, jungkook is a shy baby, Namjoon needs company in space, Mild Angst, Forbidden Love, it sounds so romeo juliet but really its just work policy, Gratuitous Smut

29.4k words

rating: E

Kim Namjoon is an astronaut in space, and needs some company. He starts talking to himself when he suddenly hears someone answer back. Jeon Jungkook is working mission control in NASA. The rules state that he's not meant to talk to astronauts unless its about the mission. But hearing the soft, soothing, almost sad voice of the astronaut, he just couldn't help but answer. Or, The Astronaut Namjoon and Mission Control Jungkook AU that no one asked for.

[yearofinstitutionalization]

246/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[causesciencethatswhy]

Solo's are not your friends

An advice to any ot7 shippers or heavy biased armys, please for the love of God follow accounts that are not just centred around the two or one member you heavily bias. If you find yourself constantly buying into the idea that your favourite member is being heavily mistreated and is the biggest victim of the evil company then please realise you've found yourself in an echo chamber.

This echo chamber consists of people who are either full solos or halfway into solo territory. Talking with actual ot7 armys and keeping up with what the members are actually saying in good faith will help you see for yourself how manipulative and downright abusive a lot of solo/shipper narratives can be.

This is not me trying to say that Hybe is a perfect company that can do no wrong. It has messed up at multiple occasions for each member, even the ones some people consider here as the company favourites. It is why I don't think any of it is a malicious attempt but simply missteps and over presumptions on their half on armys and their reasons for supporting bangtan.

If the only people who are giving you updates on each member are solos who've already made up their minds that their fav is the true victim and everyone in the group secretly hates their fav and our conspiring against them, then you're setting yourself up for an absolute miserable experience. The victimising narratives are not just harmful to the members and their autonomy but also to the fan who feels like they're in a constant war to rescue their fav member from the 'great evil' that is bangtan. It's all very manipulative and mentally taxing.

So please I beg diversify your timelines with not just ot7 armys but other interests you may have as well. While bangtan are the comfort zones for many people myself included, I'm not going to pretend that the constant intense discourse has not impacted my own mental health multiple times. Take a break from them if you're feeling too overwhelmed, they'll always be there doing their own things.

Loving bangtan for me has been one of my longest experiences in any fandom ever, and one way I've kept that love alive has been through taking well spaced breaks and watching original content outside of what online spaces have been saying.

And repeat with me : Solo's are all antis.

Take care of yourself, and like namjoon said protect yourself now .

[btskitty17]

A One-of-a-Kind Wedding Dress Try-on

(TaehyungXReader)

Please Read: Kim Taehyung (BTS V) one-shot, exes-to-lovers, jealousy, Fic!Taehyung has possessive and dominating tendencies, intense yearning, passionate romance, cheating (by Y/N on her fiancé), mentions of physical intimacy, taehyungxfem!reader

"A solitary glimpse of yours leaves me threadbare, hopelessly flailing, but, in love, nevertheless"

V, a single alphabet, bold-lettered etching sets her heart racing.

The pristine, white wedding gown sat nestled atop the oak-wood table and its mermaid silhouette seemed to smoulder in the dim-lit crevice of the room, much to the chagrin of Y/N.

The tag of the custom designer-wear glowered at her: V, a single alphabet, bold-lettered etching on the label set her heart racing at an abnormal pace, almost as if replicating her desire to run away from the guilt collating at the pit of her stomach or the peculiar tightening of her chest.

Junmyeon's tranquil aura and pure-hearted smile wafted through her conscience once again; perhaps she could wrest the strength from her mind and body to marry him on the forthcoming Friday, in a mellow afternoon ceremony in a small-town, tucked deeply into the countryside, just like they had always envisaged. Perhaps, the wedding could extinguish the soul-splitting wildfires raging in her thoughts, once and for all. Perhaps, a sacred commitment to Junmyeon wouldn't let her thoughts linger on the pair of deep-set eyes that seemed to permeate through her entire being, with a blistering intimacy that nearly turned her inside-out.

Her stint as a fashion designer with the luxury brand V  had been punctuated with an array of achievements: she had conceptualised the aesthetic for the seasonal collections, worked on assortments of exquisite accessories, undertaken painstaking market-research, overseen the creation of mood-boards and most ardently, catered to the whimsical demands of the creative director, Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung's whiplash-inducing attitude often left her enervated, but, determined nevertheless. Soon enough, their workplace equation ambled into convoluted territory once Taehyung made his feelings for Y/N well-known. Tussling with her own complicated emotions for Taehyung, Y/N relocated her enviable professional achievements and aspirations and left V behind to join another fashion house, only to have a trove of the remnants of a past and an unfinished romance follow her around which inched closer with every breath that she took.

After almost a year of a stretching communicational void with Taehyung, seeing a wedding dress, marked with the label V, stupefied Y/N. In the past year she had met Junmyeon, fallen for his good soul, his simplistic, translucent charm; there was nothing complicated about him, no serpentine schemes simmering beneath his skin and no façades; he had to be the one. On a summer night, whilst Y/N swayed in her seashell-blue dress, Junmyeon proposed, and Y/N could not come up with a coherent reason to say no, so she wore an amiable smile and nodded. Junmyeon was overjoyed, so she decided she should be too.

Taehyung's name continued to flitter through her thoughts, indelible and somehow, even more stubborn after her engagement. As Y/N agonised over the delivery of the wedding dress that she had not even ordered, a knock resounded through the quiet room. Y/N realised how late it was, and cautiously peeked through the peephole carved in the door; it was the Kim Taehyung himself, in all his unholy glory, black-shirt crumpled after a workaday, the top two buttons undone, chocolate curls disheveled and splayed across his forehead, leaning against the door-frame. Y/N let out a sigh, baffled and yet, not surprised by his visit.

As palpitations reverberated through her body, Y/N unlocked the door, to face Taehyung; there were dark purple half-moons buried underneath the folds of his hypnotic eyes, his sweat-drenched hair was not its usual immaculate self and a bewildering smirk hung on his impossibly pink lips: how could he manage to look so ravaged and enchanting at the same time?

"Hope the gown is to your liking. I toiled day and night to craft the perfect gossamer, untainted snow-white wedding couture that you had always wanted. Consider it a parting gift from the V house of fashion. I would be lying if I said I did not feel envious of the way the fabric gets to cling to your waist," he drawled.

Taehyung's presence in the confining space of the doorway was suddenly heavy, almost oppressive. Y/N found herself curling inwards, shrinking herself as he loomed, eyeing Y/N. Y/N could not utter the words she had been mentally rehearsing for months; his midnight eyes seemed to singe her very soul. She wore a blank expression; her lips were parted but, remained wordless.

"I read about you and Junhyuk. Perhaps you already have a dress. But is it as dreamy as the one I designed for you?" a haughty smile latched onto his godly features.

"Junmyeon. His name is Junmyeon. And yes, your parting present is a little too late, and  I already have a dress that I plan on wearing on my wedding day. Thank you for your concern, but, it is not really needed," Y/N suddenly found herself fuming at his audacity, and more so, at his ability to be so alluring even in his passive-aggressive hostility.

Y/N huffed and trudged through the corridor towards the living room, knowing Taehyung would follow. He deftly shut the door with his boot-clad foot and twisted the doorknob, savouring the residual warmth with his palm: the warmth that was smattered on it from the moment when Y/N had clutched, twisted and untwisted it, in dizzied anticipation after seeing his face.

"I will make you some coffee. Then you may be on your way, and please take the dress with yourself, perhaps, it could be a display in one of your offices, for the interns to emulate. It is too beautiful to perish in the corner of my wardrobe," Y/N willed herself not to look into his eyes, which seemed to carry a skyful of intensity, and wreak havoc on her knees, making her feel collapsible, feeble and powerless under his gaze; as she turned towards the kitchen, she felt a sharp tug at the small of her back.

Taehyung spun Y/N, spread his legs, trapping her between them and rested his large hands on her waist, and the heat garnered within his fingertips soaked through her flimsy camisole top, scorching her insides. He patiently studied the contours of her face, softly tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her now reddened ear, and his eyes leisurely strolled over the nape of her neck and the crescent-pendant hanging lowly onto the dip of her cleavage. Y/N's quivers melted into his warm, honeyed skin as she attempted to gather the courage to push him away, but she felt utterly depleted by his all-consuming stare.

"Wonder how Junmyeon would feel about this," Taehyung said in a hoarse whisper, tangling his right hand with her hair and unhurriedly leaning towards Y/N's lips. She could smell the faint traces of whiskey and the afterthought of a mint on his breath; his cologne seemed to cloud her senses, and overpower her rationality. Taehyung grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, the pendant gifted by Junmyeon teetered on the seams of her top, as her chest touched Taehyung's firm one. With a careful tilt, Taehyung lifted Y/N's chin with his fingertip, compelling her to look at him, almost as if he could feel her visceral weakness.

There was something peculiarly animalistic about how he gasped and littered her neck with open-mouthed kisses, and Y/N, like a docile prey, submitted. It was an emotional stature that she had never experienced with Junmyeon: the relationship that she had with him felt equal, but, with Taehyung, it was always him who had the upper hand. The chasm of inequity between Y/N and Taehyung was almost palpable: he was alarmingly controlling and made her feel vulnerable and helpless; in retrospect, it was one of the reasons that she had chosen to leave the relationship behind, but, Taehyung continued to be the perpetual subject of her yearning, her favourite "what if" to obsess over.

"You should leave," Y/N whispered and Taehyung, towering over Y/N, responded with a dry chuckle, cupping her face and stroking her cheekbones excruciatingly slow, as his other hand slithered its way down to her chest, making her choke out breathless whimpers.

"I only came here to congratulate you. Does it feel liberating to marry him? Does it feel good to see me writhe in pain? Isn't this what you wanted? I bet your Junmyeon is so good to you," Taehyung gritted the last bit of the sentence through his teeth whilst toying with the spaghetti straps of her top.

"Taehyung, I hate to break it to you, but, you cannot come here on the pretext of the dress or congratulating me, only to mess with my head. Please," Y/N stated, pushed his chest away with her hands, lightly, and half-heartedly. Seeing him again had stirred up emotions within her that she so desperately wanted to obliterate.

"I would leave. But, only after you assure me that you no longer feel anything for me," Taehyung grumbled, responding to her resistance by pinning both her forearms against the wall.

Y/N's trembling lips did not hold an answer; all that they did encase was temptation. Taehyung found himself inexplicably drawn to her from the very day they had begun working together. A year from their breakup, learning about her engagement to Junmyeon had profoundly wrecked him; it had been a routine Saturday as he worked on the designs for an upcoming collection, when he came across a tabloid article about SH Limited conglomerate founder, Junmyeon's proposal to the celebrity fashion designer, Y/N; she had said yes, and it was rumoured that a date had already been set. He roamed through his beachside penthouse with a crazed look plastered on his face, unable to accept the reality or even form an appropriate response to the whole ordeal. Melancholic  thoughts whizzed through his head at the sight of Junmyeon in the morning paper, which he ended up crumpling and throwing in the trashcan. It wasn't until the very last week until her wedding that Taehyung could bring himself to face her.

"Taehyung, I am not capable of lying to you. So, I want you to know that I feel a certain way for you and I would always do. But, I cannot hang on to that feeling for the rest of my life. I love Junmyeon," Y/N muttered in a low tone, almost as if lulling herself into denial.

"Love Junmyeon? Do not humour me. Why are you trying so hard to act like you belong to someone else when all you know is how to be mine. You have always been mine. I have ached ever since the day you chose not to be with me," Taehyung placed a gentle kiss  on her forehead, with his fingers lightly nipping at the waistbands of her mini-skirt. Y/N ripped his hands away from her lower abdomen and exhaled sharply; there was no winning when it came to Taehyung.

"Please let me be a better boyfriend. Please let me do better this time. You said I stifled you with my possessiveness, right? That  little Junmyeon of yours, I bet he is no angel, especially after he will find out about today. I will tone it down. I will be whoever you need me to be," Taehyung was the one pleading and yet, it was him who seemed to dominate the milieu.

"Can you feel just what you do to me?" Taehyung bent his knees, angling them around Y/N's thighs and pressed his core against Y/N's stomach. After drinking in the visual of a Y/N who is short of breath, desperately trying to form a smart comeback but, ultimately surrendering to Taehyung's dark enticement, he reveled in the feeling of having vanquished her reluctance and her rejection; he had finally defeated Junmyeon.

Taehyung dropped his head down and swiftly placed his lips on Y/N's. His hands hovered over her exposed back, holding onto her greedily.  Their mouths moved in unison, with Taehyung hungrily swallowing her sighs and her moans. His right hand trailed over her soft thigh, lifting her skirt and leaving behind a stream of flames on Y/N's skin. "I am sorry. I love you, I love you. I cannot believe you are all mine," he chanted as he peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders.

Y/N woke up to sunlight flooding her room and a familiar face peering at her through his dark-hued curls

Y/N woke up to sunlight flooding her room and a familiar face peering at her through his dark-hued curls. She wrapped the silk duvet around her unclothed body as she looked groggily at Taehyung, who was sprawled in a tiger-like disposition on her bed, smiling victoriously.

"You cannot marry Junmyeon in good conscience after this, can you?"

A wistful tear rolled down Y/N's cheek when she saw the crescent pendant carelessly thrown across the bedroom as she felt Taehyung push her hair aside and place a delicate kiss on her shoulder blade.

"So, when does the Junmyeon-purge begin?"

DISCLAIMER  This is a work of fanfiction with the BTS members as characters; I do not claim ownership to the aforementioned characters. This fanfiction has been written solely for entertainment.

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[wallbeatjournal]

JIMIN MENTION. Riverdale characters as BTS members

unfortunately i did workshop this with the army gc and i think i have a proposal. it doesn't totally work because of gender dynamics and the way the universes of corporate-competitive art performance and riverdale aren't really quite aligned, but i think i got somewhere.

RIVERDALE MAINS AS BTS MEMBERS:

jughead = rm / kim namjoon. iconoclast. the lyricist-narrator of the whole deal. the link to the big corporate-bureaucratic metaplot in the sky. a typewriter kind of guy. there are so so so many of him and sometimes they interact. queerbait-complicit and yet sidestepping it.

reggie = jin / kim seokjin. the negotiator. the big-city boyfriend from the hallmark movie. the nation's son-in-law but DID flirt with your grandmother and your dad at the function. fed that mean old man from his bare hand. schemes and scams, less opportunistically than as a vocational calling. second place to karl marx and knows it.

betty = suga / min yoongi. she's resisting her idol image with her gratuitously-edgy secondary persona but she's still your poor little meow meow, your baby. she's alert! she's fractured! her amygdala is working sooo hard. her shadow grows and grows and she's avoiding it she's looking at it she's avoiding it she's looking. don't say tangerine.

veronica = j-hope / jung hoseok. idk it's about perfectionism. it's about how CRYING 👏 DOES 👏 NOT 👏 FIT 👏 WITH 👏 HER 👏 LIFE'S 👏 VIBE. it's about lean-in girlbossism. it's about success not creating psychological safety (but she wants more anyway bc what else is she here to do). she's nice but she's ruthless but she loves you!! and on several tragic levels iykyk: she da bus driver all of a sudden.

kevin = jimin. compulsive joiner. compulsive people-pleaser. compulsive flirt. compulsive. mapplethorpe fanboy. gender outlaw. a smoke-show, now. most likely to charm a late night talk show host. queerbaiter of the cruising-coded-crowd-scene variety. most likely to put it all on the line for a little cabaret ♥

cheryl = v / kim taehyung. questionable art appreciator. questionable painter. questionable self portrait accumulator. high-aesthetic curator of Scenes and Situations. president of gay fanservice (self-appointed). glamorous alien OR reclusive little freak. if the high-aesthetic, melodramatic-literary closet case lament fits.

archie = jungkook. golden boy all-rounder. beefcake-on-display. designated himbo. Wants To Help. will NOT contribute to a conversation so don't even try. gives kind of a sincere wounded baby animal quality at times. queerbait via lore-relevant chime card sponcon (this isn't jarchie but it does make you ask yourself "is charlie puth sort of jugheadcore, if jughead sucked (derogatory) instead of sucking (complimentary)?")

[veeparkersstuff]

"I am totally sparking at the bolts for the Wolf's clawesome barbecue this weekend"-Frankie Stein🌩

🧪BTS as Monsters High's characters according to ChatGPT🧪

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[4joonkookie2]

Live!

Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Jungkook interrupts Namjoon's livestream to take advantage of their free-use arrangement :)

Tags/Notes: smut, free-use, butt plugs, teasing, anal sex, oral sex, blowjobs, swallowing, slut, vlive, weverse, public sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, kissing, JK is irresistible, Top!NJ, Bottom!JK, established relationship, Joon is down BAD, JK's ass prevails, better to overuse names than be unclear.

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After a long day of work, Namjoon sits down in his studio and starts a Vlive. It’s the last thing he’ll have to do today before he can go home. 

The stream gets going, comments invading and scrolling down the screen. Namjoon scans through as best he can as they zoom downward.   

He greets his fans and sorts through questions about his hair, his projects, and the other members. 

Your hair is getting so long!

Yoongi Marry me!

When is your album coming out???

Namjoon is startled by a knock at the door, not expecting anybody. Visits from other members are typically planned and Namjoon thought he was alone today. 

“Please, wait for me,” he says. In caution, he aims the camera at the ceiling. 

He opens the door to Jungkook, who stands in the doorway, effortlessly beautiful in his baggy shirt and sweatpants. 

“Hi,” he says. Just the sound of his voice has Namjoon's pulse racing. 

He pulls Jungkook inside, shutting the door behind them. He presses him to the door and greets him with a kiss on the lips.

Hunger takes over Namjoon. He presses his body against Jungkook’s, exploring his mouth with his tongue, and running hands down the length of his back and over his ass. Jungkook whimpers in his grasp.

He has to step back and gain his composure, almost forgetting where he is and what he’s doing. Every encounter with Jungkook is like falling into a deep hole that he can’t crawl out of. It’s intense and all-encompassing in the best way.

When he's alone, he can be normal. He can think. But the moment Jungkook comes around, it's like his brain turns to mush. It makes the nature of their free-use arrangement thrilling, but it also makes Namjoon susceptible to Jungkook’s whims at the worst moments. 

“I’m live right now,” Namjoon says in his most hushed voice, reminding himself too. 

“Oh?” Jungkook looks only half surprised. 

In more caution, Namjoon runs to the computer and mutes the microphone. 

“Maybe give me 20 minutes? I’ll finish early.” He gets his lips on Jungkook again. He holds his face in his hands, feeling himself drowning. 

“No,” Jungkook hums, shaking his head sweetly, voice going up at the end. He wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck. 

Namjoon titters nervously. He understands their arrangement, but he’s literally live streaming.

“That’s the agreement, Hyung. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere,” Jungkook quips. “I’ll be quiet,” he says. “Unless you want to use the safe word.” 

Namjoon gulps and shakes his head. He couldn’t possibly resist Jungkook. 

“Will you join me?” Namjoon asks, in a last-ditch effort. “ARMY would love to see you.”

Jungkook slyly shakes his head. 

Namjoon has a sneaking suspicion that Jungkook has planned this. He makes his way back to his chair to sit, hesitant. He angles the screen away so as not to expose Jungkook.

Jungkook arranges himself on the couch, out of view and behind the camera. 

He removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. “Go on, Hyung. They’re waiting.”

Namjoon nods, taking a deep breath. Has to get back on or management will be breathing down his neck.

He says a silent prayer before pointing the camera to himself again. He reconnects the audio and continues. Comments have flooded the session. 

Where are you????

What happened????

Namjoooooooooooon!!

“Sorry, I had some technical difficulties,” he explains, easing the virtual crowd. “It was just a staff member.”

From the corner of his eye, Jungkook rubs hands over his bare chest and nipples, caressing down the washboard of his stomach. 

It's everything Namjoon can do to keep at least one eye on the screen. 

Jungkook’s cock grows in his sweats. He licks his fingers and keeps one hand tweaking his nipple, gasping a little. He rubs over his crotch and gets ahold of his cock, sheathed by fabric. He looks down at it, then at Namjoon. 

Jungkook’s face is a bit flushed now, lips parted as he rubs over himself. Namjoon's mouth waters .

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Namjoon. Removing his sweatpants, he reveals a lack of underwear. He drags his fingertips between his thighs, tickling himself before stroking at his hardened shaft and swiping pre at the tip. 

Namjoon squirms in his seat. Time isn’t moving fast enough. He has to be live for at least a half hour and there are still 15 minutes left.  

He does his best to focus, putting both eyes on the screen. He reads comments and answers questions as Jungkook lies stark naked on the couch. It’s their little secret. 

Dissatisfied with the attention he’s receiving, Jungkook stands and approaches Namjoon, still out of view of the camera. 

Namjoon looks up at him, trying to do two things at once. 

'Back up,’ Jungkook mouths. Namjoon scoots his rolling chair back, doing his best to appear casual. He panics when Jungkook gets to his knees just under the camera. 

“What are you doing?” Namjoon whispers, aiming the screen at the ceiling and muting the audio. 

“Relax,” Jungkook soothes. “Just a little longer,” he says, settling between Namjoon’s legs. 

Who’s with you???

What are you looking at?

Show us!

They’ve made use of this arrangement endless times, but it was always at least behind a closed door. How could they do it like this in front of fans? What if management catches wind of this? It’s terrifying and thrilling, all at once.  

But he can’t bring himself to stop Jungkook. He’s irresistible . 

Settled between his knees, Jungkook gently caresses Namjoon’s thighs at first. Resetting the equipment, Namjoon focuses his attention on the viewers again.  

Jungkook signals for him to lift his ass slightly so he can lower his sweatpants. Namjoon riffs, seemingly shifting from the waist up. 

He maintains composure and reads comments, thinking less about Jungkook and feeling comfortable just having him below.  

"Yes, the track list will come out soon."

"I worked on it for a long time, I hope you enjoy it."

Jungkook massages Namjoon’s cock and places little kisses through his briefs. He rubs his face and mouth against the clothed shaft. Jungkook’s warm breath and the friction of the fabric create a unique sensation. 

It’s soothing, in a way, and puts Namjoon in a more relaxed headspace. He muses with fans over his last trip to the art gallery and his Instagram photos.

What’s your favorite gallery?

Yoongi Marry me!

His stomach drops when Jungkook pulls his shaft from the slit in his shorts. He places gentle little kitten licks at the top, so soft they almost tickle. Namjoon’s face and body heat up, cock fully erect. He does his best to carry on. 

He tangles encouraging hands in Jungkook’s hair and nearly chokes when he feels his warm mouth wrap around him. Jungkook is merciless, even letting out a little moan as he takes him in. Namjoon clears his throat over the noise. 

What was that?

You look flushed, Joonie.

Who’s with you??

Are you feeling well?

Namjoon stops him, placing his hand on Jungkook’s. It’s a signal to slow him down and Jungkook does, creating a new rhythm. 

“I’m ok, just very tired. I’ll rest soon.”

Namjoon relaxes, answering easy comment questions while Jungkook softly sucks below. He pretends to look down at his phone so he can see Jungkook. He looks proud and beautiful, like his lips were meant to be wrapped around Namjoon's cock. 

Namjoon looks at the clock: 4 minutes to go. 

Jungkook eventually stops sucking. He just sits prettily with Namjoon’s cock in his mouth, occasionally shifting and swallowing pooled spit, keeping his cock warm. He patiently traces sweet circles on Namjoon's skin with his fingertips, resting his cheek on his thigh. 

Jungkook looks up, batting his eyelashes and smiling around Namjoon’s shaft.

“Well, I'll need to end this soon. I have more work to do,” Namjoon says, cutting the stream a few minutes short. 

He quickly blows kisses and waves to fans before ripping the audio cable from the computer. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, tell me you didn’t know I was live,” he whines, pushing his chair out. 

“Of course I did,” Jungkook smiles, wiping his mouth. He pulls Namjoon’s sweats around his ankles and reaches a hand up to get help off the ground. 

They share a sweet kiss before Namjoon tangles a hand in Jungkook's dark locks and yanks it back, causing him to yelp.

“You knew what you were doing by coming here,” he growls, shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth to taste him. “Such a fucking slut.” 

Jungkook whines, nodding in his grasp. 

Namjoon laughs. This isn’t a thing. He said it in the heat of the moment but didn't expect Jungkook to agree . 

“Yeah? Are you a fucking slut?” The words encourage him. 

Jungkook unlatches Namjoon’s hand. “Your slut,” he whispers, taking a step back. He gets to his knees on the couch, facing away. He grabs the edge and bends over, arching his back as best he can to expose a plug, lubed and stuffed between his cheeks. 

Namjoon groans. “Fuck, Jungkook,” he says, groping at his cock. It’s leaking and angry red at the tip now. 

“Wanted to be ready for you, Hyung,” Jungkook coos, playing with the base and gasping as he pushes it in and out of himself. “Do you like it?” 

Namjoon walks over to him, hypnotized by the sight. Jungkook’s pretty pink hole clenches around a slippery plug and the idea that it’s been inside him this whole time sets a fire off in Namjoon. 

He nods, leaning down to kiss and lick around the plug. He turns it and watches Jungkook squirm. “I like it.”

He yanks the plug out and lets it thump to the ground, watching Jungkook’s hole wink and clench around nothing. 

“My slut,” He hums before replacing the plug with four fingers, stretching him even further. Jungkook yelps, trying to adjust. Namjoon gently tilts Jungkook’s head back from behind for a languid kiss. 

 “Get on your back,” he instructs, removing his own shirt. 

Jungkook lies on his back, body splayed across the cushions. He brings his knees up higher, wrapping hands around the outside of his thighs to pry himself open. Namjoon stands and watches him for a moment, stroking himself at the sight. He’s perfect, open, and waiting for him. 

Jungkook whines at Namjoon’s hesitation. 

“Oh, you’re a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Namjoon taunts, and Jungkook nods feverishly again. 

Namjoon teases, leaning down to drag teeth over Jungkook's neck. He grinds their cocks together, desperate for any friction. He prods the tip at the opening and barely slips inside. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook whines. 

“Say please ,” Namjoon instructs. 

Jungkook drags Namjoon’s bottom lip between his teeth. He looks right into his eyes, bucking his hips up. 

“ Please , fuck me,” he begs. 

Namjoon pulls Jungkook's bottom closer to him, lines up, and plows his thick cock inside. Jungkook groans when he slams into the hilt.

He grips Jungkook’s delicate waist, pushing himself in until his balls knock against Jungkook’s flesh. He grinds his hips, stretching him thoroughly. Draping Jungkook’s ankles over his shoulders, he pounds, gaining speed. 

Jungkook has his arms up and over his head, palms wrapped around the arm of the couch as Namjoon fucks him into it. The couch bangs against the wall and shifts on the ground as his hips piston into Jungkook.

He pounds into the deepest part of him, making up for the nearly thirty minutes Jungkook taunted and teased him. He was egged on by how perfect he looked beneath the chair and the way his doe eyes looked up at him with a mouth full of his cock. 

“Joonie, ah, Hyung!” Cum oozes from Jungkook’s aching cock and Namjoon drills into that spot, willing more to spill. 

The sound of his name riles him further. He folds Jungkook in half, pressing his thighs flush with his tummy. He thrusts and buries himself as deep as he can go. 

“Where do you want me to come?” Namjoon asks, feeling himself get close. 

“Inside, please, Joonie, fill me up,” he pants. “Need your cum.”

Namjoon loops his arms around Jungkook’s thighs, pulling him even closer to use his body. 

He grunts and groans as a powerful orgasm bursts from him. He fills Jungkook to the brim as fingernails dig into his back. 

He slowly pulls out, admiring Jungkook’s messy hole, blown out and sensitive. Namjoon leans down to kiss him again and gets hold of his cock. He uses his hands and mouth to finish Jungkook.

Namjoon swallows him down, loving the taste of him on his tongue.

Focusing on the tip, he flicks his tongue over the top and strokes the shaft. Jungkook’s whines get higher and louder, hips bucking up. Namjoon increases his pace and holds his tongue out. Beautiful sounds emerge from Jungkook as he shoots into Namjoon’s open mouth, swallowing every drop. 

Namjoon collapses on Jungkook’s chest, and they lay, used, and spent. Namjoon makes a trail of kisses down the line of Jungkook’s neck. They kiss and cuddle, happy in their post-coital bliss. 

Namjoon’s hand rustles at the ground and he replaces the plug, reveling in the idea of his come lingering inside Jungkook.

Jungkook glances just past Namjoon and lets out a slight gasp. “Hyung,” he whispers.

Namjoon turns to where Jungkook is looking and sees the reflection of themselves in the camera. The stream is still live.  

Viewers have skyrocketed and comments move twice as fast down the screen. 

can’t hear you, but we can see you!

Jungkook’s so good!

Yoongi, marry me

what that mouth do, Joonie?????

Wow! thighs…

You guys are all red! So Cute!

[minjoon-love]

Joon confirming Minimoni is real 🥰

[itsonlyfanservice]

I would like to discuss this a little bit.

Army sometimes try to separate shippers from the fandom, supposedly shippers are something else, they are ot2 and in general they are not interested in other BTS content.

Also, when I observe disputes between jkkrs and tkkrs, I often see how the jkkrs play the same card, that tkkrs are not part of the fandom, because they are focused only on tkk, and they generally hate Jimin and vice versa, that jkkrs are for some reason Jimin's solo and they are not interested in the group.

But in reality, is this true? Are shippers really that far removed from the fandom? Or is this just an attempt to disown the inconvenient part of the community?

Shippers, anti-shippers, solo, army - write your opinion) It is very interesting to know how you look at this.

[namujoon9401]

Namgi, sexual tension, office workers, boss nj, worker yg

This meeting was grating on Yoongi’s nerves.

Couldn’t this have been an email?

Namjoon, his new boss, was droning on about how he wanted to go in a “new direction” and “shift marketing channels” to a new demographic.

“Our company needs new life. Our brand image is suffering, and we need to save it. It’s been decided that we will now be marketing primarily to an upper middle class demographic, with an emphasis on high quality goods.”

Jungkook, one of Yoongi’s coworkers, raises a tattooed hand.

“Wouldn’t that mean increasing prices?”

“Excellent question, Jungkook-ssi.” Namjoon smiled.

The bastard.

He was, in fact, unfairly handsome. Tall and well built, with tan skin and dimpled cheeks that made themselves known when he smiled. Paired with perfectly coiffed blond hair and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, it was an upsettingly attractive picture.

As infuriating as his smile was, (his cute, pretty, attractive, handsome smile) it’s what he said next that really caught Yoongi’s attention.

“So we will be releasing new lines of products over the next few months that will emphasize high quality and, with it, will come a higher price tag.”

Wait.

Yoongi puts his hand up.

“So, these new product lines will be manufactured with higher quality materials?”

“Well, it’s not that simple.”

Yoongi can tell that he’s about to launch into some bullshit corporate spiel, so he gets ahead of it.

“Its a simple question. Should have a simple answer.”

“Well-“ Namjoon hesitates. “No. The answer is no. They won’t actually be made of higher quality materials.”

The room breaks out in murmurs and whispers.

“So we’ll be lying to our customers.” Yoongi can hardly believe his ears.

Namjoon looks uncomfortable. He waves a hand in dismissal, smiling tightly.

“Nobody said anything about lying. Its just a new marketing tactic the company wants to go with-”

“Purposefully misleading our customers is highly unethical.” Someone says.

“So we’ll just be price gouging. Is that what you’re saying?” Someone else asks.

The meeting is unraveling quickly, with everyone murmuring amongst themselves and speaking out of turn.

Namjoon must be able to tell that he can’t quite get them back on track.

“Alright, this meeting is dismissed.”

Everyone stands, leaving the room as they grumble amongst themselves.

Namjoon stops him with a hand on the shoulder.

“Yoongi-ssi? A word, please?”

He does not look happy.

Shit.

“You’re out of line, Min Yoongi.” Namjoon begins, but he’s interrupted.

“I’m out of line? Sorry, i didn’t realize we were suddenly allowed to lie and price gouge.”

“Thats not the point-“ Namjoon sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“These marketing strategies are gonna run this company into the ground. I don’t know who you think you are, but -”

“None of that matters right now, Yoongi!”

Namjoon crosses his arms.

“What matters is you.” His voice is steely, unyielding.

“You openly defied me in front of the whole department. That’s insubordination, and I’m going to have to write you up.”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Right,” he says, deadpan.

“You need to get off your high horse,” he hisses, jabbing a finger inches away from Yoongi’s nose.

“Oh yeah? Or what? You gonna fire me?”

They’ve been getting closer and closer as they talk, and now their faces are a hair’s breadth apart.

The tension in the room is static, the air crackling between them, neither of them willing to back down.

Yoongi narrows his eyes.

He’s smug, now, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His voice comes out velvety smooth. “You wanna kiss me so bad, don’t you?”

Namjoon’s eyes narrow in disbelief. “What?”

“Don’t bullshit me. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” His voice drops to a whisper. “You want me.”

Yoongi, in a moment of daring, puts fingers at his jaw, tilts it down towards him.

“Don’t you, Namjoon-ssi?” He purrs.

“I-” Namjoon seems to be at a loss for words. He’s looking anywhere, everywhere, anything to avoid eye contact.

“Th-This is ridiculous.”

“Am I?” Yoongi’s eyes are hooded, glittering.

Namjoon makes to step back, to escape from this empty conference room where anyone could walk in but-

Yoongi grabs the back of his head and kisses him.

Namjoon surges into it, kissing back boldly, lips moving against his in an unseen rhythm. It’s sloppy, fueled by pure desire and lust, mouths open and licking into each other incessantly.

Yoongi would be lying if he said there was no thrill in it, in making out with his boss, hot and heavy in the confines of an empty conference room.

Namjoon breaks the kiss, their breaths hot and heavy, foreheads touching.

“This is.” He pants. “Highly unprofessional.”

“Shut the fuck up-”

He kisses him again.

[lilprincegoo]

Leaves Falling to the Ground in Autumn by mwahnamkook

namjoon/jungkook

Angst, Fluff, Minor Injuries, jungkook is a dancer, Sadness, And softness, Lots of Soft, happy ending too, namjoon is a sexy gay pin wearing government agent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Jeon Jungkook, Hurt Jeon Jungkook, Sad Kim Namjoon, Sweet Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook-centric

17k words

rating: T

Jungkook's still crying, air not travelling through him correctly, and all he can focus on is the fact Namjoon is crouched in front of him, minutes after breaking his heart...the very same fucking day he had pieced it together again. "Please look at me," Namjoon pleads. His hands take Jungkook's wrists tightly, as if he's afraid that Jungkook might leave if he lets go. Jungkook knows his voice is hoarse; scratched and raw. He replies "I can't," anyway and his voice cracks. Namjoon seems to whimper at that, a distressed noise from deep in this throat that seems to catch on a sob of his own. "Jungkook," Namjoon says before taking a shaky breath that Jungkook feels. The way he used to always feel Namjoon's emotions vibrate deep within his chest, back when they were close. In sync. In love. "I'm sorry. You know I have to do this. It's the Chois." "You don't." Jungkook replies __ Small town dancer Jungkook falls in love with government worker, undercover specialist Namjoon. Jungkook finds himself immersed in the missions and Namjoon's life, only to be thrown out with a broken heart and no explanation.

[xiaoderyy]

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS HAS ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE?? 😆😭👀

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(I Love yoonmin)😔

[studio-multi]

Dialogue #3

They’re startled by a crash.

“Joonie must have broken something.”

“I hope it wasn’t Jungkook.”

[liya07v]

Happy BTS weekend ( ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝ Sundays)

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 28.12.2023.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only. Includes all tags concerning the ships mentioned, including f. ex. "married *shipname*", "established *shipname*", "top x, bottom y" etc.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Results for the pairing "Jungkook/Reader" and "Jungkook/You" were added up, as were the results for female and male OC's.

Poly ships were not included.

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