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Kim Namjoon 

Between us - Ongoing

Namjoon x Reader. Idol AU

They say love is easy when it’s someone who you love with all your heart and soul.

But what if that someone is Kim Namjoon?

It sounds like a real-life fairy tale, right? But a relationship is not always a bed of

roses. Sometimes love is challenging, is it enough to keep them together? Let’s walk on a journey of finding love in a world of chaos.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Great advice from such a young person with an old soul!

12 Days of Namjoon 2023 by @cyphernet

Namjoon Once Said… -> You don’t need to live by other people’s standards (BTS Live in Tokyo | 28.07.2016)

Masterlist

Smut=S🔥, Fluff=F❤️, Angst=A⚡, Crack=C🗯️

AO3

*my drabbles are not actually drabbles (100 words) but more like flash-fiction (≤1k words) or just straight-up small oneshots*

*you should specify if you want a non-fem reader because that is the default of my writings*

Kim Namjoon

Needy S🔥

If you have to get what you want while Namjoon works, you will do just that.

In the right place at the right time S🔥 (+Jungkook)

Jungkook heard Namjoon and you having sex, and now you want him to join you.

Drabbles:

Arranged marriage wedding night S🔥

Praising you in front of a mirror S🔥

Sub!joon + bondage and punishment S🔥

Rough sex to get you pregnant S🔥, F❤️

Threesome/he translates Hoseok’s dirty talk S🔥

He finds a hair on his back C🗯️

Competition with Jin about making you cum S🔥

Somnophilia/morning sex while you sleep S🔥

You sit on his lap in the car and he cums in his pants S🔥

Dom!Joon subs for the first time (and likes it) S🔥

Standing 69 in the gym showers S🔥

He is your father’s best friend S🔥 Part 2 S🔥

He fucks you in his office because you were jealous of his secretary S🔥

Corruption kink/best friends + married au S🔥

Kim Seokjin

After the Quarantine F❤️

You get a little too deep into daydreaming about seeing your crush while you’re both in self-isolation and hating it.

Drabbles:

power play+ neck/back kisses S🔥

Edging you with a Hitachi magic wand S🔥

Size kink S🔥

Corruption kink with virgin!f.reader S🔥

Breeding kink S🔥

Somnophilia/he fucks you while you have a wet dream S🔥

Alpha!Jin fucking his mate in heat S🔥

Chubby!reader sits on his face S🔥, F❤️, C🗯️

Competition with RM about making you cum S🔥

Lactation kink/sub!jin with mommy kink S🔥

Prince!Jin first time with princess!reader S🔥F❤️

He’s drunk and doesn’t recognize you C🗯️, F❤️

Your first time riding him/inexperienced S🔥, F❤️

You’re not ready to have sex yet F❤️

Texts from his double date with jk and you C🗯️

Threesome/condescending Jin + Jimin S🔥

Min Yoongi

who am i? A⚡, S🔥

Yoongi doesn’t mind being treated like shit by his owner, until her younger sister shows him some decency.

Part of the Personal Assistants series.

let me teach you how to ride S🔥

[requested as a drabble] Cowboy!yoongi gets to teach you how to ride… a horse and more.

Drabbles:

He cooks but you’ve already eaten A⚡, F❤️

Vanilla!yoongi discovers he likes choking S🔥

Husband!Yoongi eating you out because he finds every little thing you do beautiful F❤️, S🔥

Studio sex because he wrote you a song S🔥, F❤️

Arranged marriage/you think he’s cheating S🔥

Threesome/your bf!yoongi is into voyeurism and lets Tae fuck you S🔥

Threesome with his roommate Jimin S🔥

Teasing + shower sex S🔥

Jung Hoseok

210218 A⚡, S🔥

Hobi seems to be doing a great job as a sex robot at first but his relationship with his owner takes a dark turn.

Part of the Personal Assistants series.

Strip S🔥

When Hoseok let you come to the strip club with him and the boys, he thought you’d be shy or jealous, not that you’d be having the time of your life.

Bonus: tiny drabble about the stripper’s pov

Drabbles:

Tickling kink S🔥, F❤️

Gagging kink/he fucks your throat S🔥

Your hands are too cold for his dick C🗯️, S🔥

Threesome/Namjoon translates his dirty talk S🔥

Lactation kink/pregnant!reader with twins S🔥

Hobi with a praise kink gives you a lap dance S🔥

Park Jimin

Attention and Care A⚡, F❤️

Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining.

You have to be Quiet S🔥

Hoseok is sleeping in the same room. But honestly, that’s not going to stop Jimin…

I belong to you A⚡, S🔥 (x Jungkook)

Jungkook is the new sex robot at the brothel Jimin works at. When Jimin has to teach him about pleasuring men, their relationship grows into something more than colleagues.

Part of the Personal Assistants series.

Drabbles:

You disobey one of his rules S🔥

Threesome/Vmin hybrids saving their owner + wanting to mate with her A⚡ Pt2 S🔥

He comforts you when things are tough F❤️

Choking Jimin S🔥

Rough/angry shower sex S🔥

He edges you S🔥

Inmate pen-pal and you fall in love F❤️, (S🔥)

Threesome with his roommate Yoongi S🔥

Threesome/ condescending Jin + Jimin S🔥

Kim Taehyung

Serva me, Servabo te A⚡, S 🔥

A multi-chapter, angsty tale about staying in a Victorian Manor (that may or may not be haunted) with a person you really dislike: photographer Kim Taehyung.

Drabbles:

Sex with a stranger at a masquerade party S🔥

Threesome/Vmin hybrids saving their owner + wanting to mate with her A⚡ Pt2 S🔥

Kinda romantic prone boning S🔥

Kinda sub!tae catches you reading smut about him C🗯️, F❤️, S🔥

Yandere!Tae won’t let you leave him A⚡, (S🔥)

Somnophilia/he fucks you while you sleep S🔥

Threesome/your bf!yoongi is into voyeurism and lets Tae fuck you S🔥

Overstimulation/he eats you out nonstop S🔥

Fae!tae promised to marry you when you were kids F❤️

Jeon Jungkook

Bunny Dance S🔥, C🗯️, F❤️

You really didn’t think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease.

I belong to you A⚡, S 🔥 (x Jimin)

Jungkook is the new sex robot at the brothel Jimin works at. When Jimin has to teach him about pleasuring men, their relationship grows into something more than colleagues.

Part of the Personal Assistants series.

In the right place at the right time S🔥 (+Namjoon)

Jungkook heard Namjoon and you having sex, and now you want him to join you

Drabbles:

You wear Hoseok’s clothes C🗯️

He loves watching is cum drip out of you S🔥

Brat tamer Jungkook S🔥

Jungkook teasing you on your first date S🔥

Switch!jk starts as brat and ends as daddy S🔥

Pegging Jungkook S🔥

You use a cock ring on sub!Jungkook S🔥

Soft sex with virgin!f.reader S🔥

He spanks you because you’re a brat S🔥, C🗯️

He chokes you for the first time + praise S🔥

BTS (ot7)

Personal Assistants A⚡S🔥

In about 100 years’ time, technology has advanced to the point that most people own a cyborg that can serve them best for sex. But there is a fine line between an inanimate robot and a being with free will.

Drabbles:

ot7 x f.reader gangbang S🔥

hyung line x f.reader gandbang S🔥

Asks:

my fav kinks/fantasies for each member (S🔥)

mlt body worshipping (S🔥)

what I think their kinks/turn ons are (S🔥)

what I think their turn offs are (S🔥)

each stan’s energy (C🗯️)

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Namjoon II:

Updated 7/14/23

Moon Child - @adonis-koo

Open Chest - @hamsterclaw

Americano - ^^

Fleeced - ^^

Run - ^^

Reprieve - ^^

Dragonfire - ^^

Bloom - @hobidreams

Beauty & the Bookworm - @jungshookz

Underground King - @sugaxjpg

Love, Lust & Litigation | Interlude - NYE (Namjoon POV)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader x Namjoon

Genre: lawyer!AU, coworkers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

Rating: M (18+) whole fic, this chapter PG-13 (for language)

Warnings: some swearing in this chapter, nothing explicit

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Unfortunately, you have developed a massive crush on your new boss. Even more unfortunately, your equally attractive coworker is also harboring massive crush on your boss. AKA Jungkook and reader both pine for big, sexy brain Namjoon. 

A/N: It's been a long time coming but here she is! The next installment of LL&L! This takes place in the middle of Chapter 5. More about it in the A/N at the end. Thanks for all your patience as I got over a bit of writer's block (and writer's unmotivation lmao). This is my first time writing a member's POV, so hopefully I did it justice!

As always, I’d love feedback if you have any! Enjoy ~

mlist | ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | interlude | ch 6

Namjoon Kim doesn’t make New Year’s resolutions. 

It’s a stupid concept, in his humble opinion. Not only is it an arbitrary date to make a change, most people spend the first day of the new year recovering from the night before. Can anyone really make any progress toward their goals while nursing a massive hangover?  

No. If Namjoon wants to make a change, he’ll just do it. He won’t wait until Monday, or to the first of the month. He'll just do it.

Of course, if anyone asks if he’s made any resolutions, he’ll just smile and say “Oh, you know, the usual,” or some other noncommittal answer. His coworkers don’t need to know he thinks it’s a stupid concept. He hasn’t gotten to where he is today by ranting about the uselessness of New Year’s resolutions. 

This year, though, this year might be different.

He arrives late to Jimin’s New Year’s Eve party. Everyone at Jimin's fancy high-rise apartment is past buzzed and barreling toward black-out drunk, and here he is, newly arrived and sober. 

Before he can go in search of alcohol, Jimin finds him. 

“You’re late! Why are you late? It’s New Year’s Eve!” 

Some urgent thing at work kept him there. It seemed life-changing and super important in the moment, but as Namjoon opens his mouth to answer, for the life of him, he can’t remember exactly what it was.

Jimin flaps his hand as if to wave the question out of the air before Namjoon can think of anything to say. 

“Whatever. The more important issue is, you’re not sparkling!” 

The theme for the party is “Sparkle or Bust,” in reference to both drinks and outfits. Namjoon doesn’t make a habit of keeping spare sequined shirts in his office, so he’s in one of his work suits, sans tie and jacket. 

Several hours’ worth of alcohol dulls Jimin’s outrage at Namjoon’s failure to follow the theme and he hands Namjoon a bedazzled NYE tiara and a glass of champagne without further berating.

“There. Much better.” 

Jimin leaves as suddenly as he arrived. 

Namjoon stays on the periphery of the party, sipping on the champagne. He recognizes people from work and some of Jimin’s friends he’s met in the past, but they’re all involved in their own conversations. 

His gaze wanders from person to person, wondering if any of them made resolutions, if they’ve ever kept them. If anything has ever changed—actually changed—by making a resolution for the new year. 

If it’s even worth it to hope for a change.

He keeps looking and his eyes catch on a familiar figure across the room. Jungkook, wearing a ridiculous, shiny blazer that he has no business looking so good in. Namjoon’s stomach does a little flip as he notices, not for the first time, how Jungkook’s shoulders fill out the blazer, broad and strong. He’s talking with Taehyung, Jimin’s roommate, a tall eccentric whose family owns half the city.

The crowd shifts, and Namjoon’s stomach flips again when he catches sight of you, looking increasingly irritated at the conversation between the two men. Now you’re rolling your eyes, annoyed at something they’ve said. 

Namjoon’s eyes follow you as you yank the sliding glass doors to the balcony open. Before he knows it, he’s making his way to the door, murmuring his apologies as he tries not to bulldoze his coworkers out of the way. 

Before Namjoon can reach the door, Jungkook is already there, round eyes apologetic and pleading as he slips out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. Namjoon stops in the middle of the crowd. 

He’s too late. 

Again. 

He tips the contents of his champagne glass down his throat. It’s not enough to quiet the self-loathing, but enough to carry him to the glass door and peer out onto the balcony. 

You’re looking up at Jungkook, something like disappointment on your face. He has his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the bare skin to warm you up in the cold. Your expression softens. You’re forgiving him for whatever transgression he has committed. 

An ugly roil of feelings churns in Namjoon’s gut, a mix of jealousy, envy, and longing he doesn’t want to untangle. 

Regret, though, is what he feels the most. There were so many moments when he could have done something, anything, when he could have made his feelings clear to either, both of you. 

Yoongi pushed him to do something, to say something. Of course he did, what else are best friends for? But even though Namjoon saw want clearly written in Jungkook’s eyes, time and time again, he hesitated. Every time they touched, whether in passing in the office, or when they were working out together, Namjoon was so careful, so careful to not let his hands linger, even though all he wanted to do was feel the planes of Jungkook’s body against his, strong and muscular. Because it was inappropriate, because of Namjoon’s position, because he was Jungkook’s mentor. 

And then you showed up, beautiful, confident. Every time you won a case, you lit up the room, radiant, victorious. And all Namjoon wanted to do was crowd you against the elevator walls as you headed back to the office together. He wanted to know if you were as soft and pliable out of your clothes as you were hard and unyielding in the courtroom. Yoongi had more to say every time you and Namjoon were in his restaurant. But again Namjoon hesitated. 

And he was too late. All he has left is regret and unrelenting visions of both of you, soft and hard, next to him, on top and below him, wanting nothing more than the all-encompassing press of warm skin against skin. 

A loud bang pulls him back to the party. One of the ladies from IT tripped into the glass door beside Namjoon. He reaches out to steady her, his hand on her elbow. She blushes when Namjoon smiles at her, and she laughs it off, embarrassed.

By the time he turns back to glance out to the balcony, Jungkook has you wrapped up in his blazer and you’re both facing out to the city. 

Someone claps him on the shoulder, and he looks back to see Taehyung. “You look like you need something stronger than champagne.” 

A karaoke machine appears sometime before midnight. 

Namjoon has officially joined the ranks of the well and truly sloshed. Taehyung took him to the large pantry behind the kitchen, where Jimin had stashed the good bottles of whisky behind boxes of cereal, and he has gone back several times for a refill.

He doesn’t let himself get this drunk, not usually. He’s so careful, always so fucking careful, about how he’s perceived, about what he’s expected to do, how he’s supposed to act, as an adult, as a manager, as the hotshot lawyer people think he is. But the whisky warms his stomach tonight and blurs the edges of the sharp feelings deep in the pit of his stomach. 

Whoever is screeching at the karaoke machine needs to stop. He feels it in the base of his skull and it’s making the night all the more unpleasant than it already is. He can tell them off, of course he can. He’s the head of Litigation. 

He stumbles his way into the living room to make the horrible noise stop, but the song ends before he can get across the room. Thank god. He’s about to turn back to the kitchen to top up his glass when an angelic voice comes through the speakers. 

It takes a few blinks to focus his eyes. He eventually sees across the room that Jungkook has taken the mic, with Taehyung’s arms slung around his shoulders. 

They’re swaying as Jungkook sings “Leave The Door Open” by Silk Sonic. The rumble of the party quiets down. Someone whoops when he nails a high note. 

Namjoon leans back against the wall for support. It’s not the first time he’s heard Jungkook singing. He hums constantly in the office, but it’s only when he’s several drinks in and past the point of self-consciousness that he lets loose and really sings. His eyes are closed, not needing the lyrics, as he belts the song. 

A little sigh sounds next to him and he turns to see you, also leaning against the wall. Your eyes are soft for the man across the room, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Namjoon looks back at Jungkook, and those feelings he was trying to dam with alcohol come rushing back. 

“You’re lucky, you know?” 

He doesn’t even realize he’s spoken out loud until he hears your voice beside him.

“Lucky?” 

Fuck. He has to say something. Clarify? Does he owe that to you?

“Look at him,” he says, gesturing across the room with his glass. “He’s hot and talented and good at his job. Competent people are hard to come by.” Shut up shut up shut up Namjoon, you’re rambling. “You’re competent too.” 

“Thanks?” 

The song ends and the room cheers for one more. Namjoon keeps his eyes trained across the room as Jungkook queues up another song. He can’t look at you right now. You’re too close.  

"Don't be a manager. It's overrated," he says quietly. "Careers don’t fucking matter. You have that freedom still, to do whatever.” 

The next song starts, “Falling” by Harry Styles. A shiver runs down Namjoon’s spine as Jungkook starts singing. 

“Jesus, just listen to his voice.” 

“Boss, are you okay?” you ask, putting your hand on Namjoon’s arm. 

He closes his eyes at the touch, and at that fucking nickname. He hates it. Hates his role at work, his chronic overthinking. He fucking despises himself for the person he’s crafted himself to be, hiding behind a job title, too focused on what society tells him is success to chase what he wants now. 

He looks at you, finally, to see confusion and concern written all over your face. 

“I’m happy for you two.” He can hear the sadness in his own voice and it’s fucking pathetic. He goes to take a sip of his drink, but it’s empty. Again. “I really am. Truly.” 

You just look at him like you’re about to say something nice and sweet and heartbreaking. Fuck. He’s gotta get out of here. 

In his drunk haze, he doesn’t realize that you don’t follow him to the kitchen. 

Karaoke ends with everyone scream-singing some pop-punk song that Namjoon vaguely recognizes. 

It’s getting close to midnight anyway, so the party roars back into swing, bass thumping, people dancing in the living room in a crush of bodies. 

Namjoon stands against the wall, the empty drink glass in his hand, watching everyone else lose their inhibitions. Even drunk as he is, the vice grip of anxiety keeps him from joining the crowd, from letting loose, and letting his body move to the music. 

He spots you and Jungkook in the crowd, your back against his, eyes closed as you dance to the beat, both faces flushed with alcohol. Namjoon waits, anticipating… something. What exactly, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that this picture is incomplete. He sits on the outside, watching the two of you from afar.

Then it hits him. He’s used to it now, like breathing, like the sun rising and setting, your faces turning towards Namjoon like sunflowers face the sun. Always finding him in a room. How many times has he locked eyes from across the room with Jungkook, with you?

And now, you’re not looking at Namjoon. Neither of you are. 

As the countdown to midnight starts, Jungkook spins you around to face him. You laugh and join in counting with the crowd. 

3…

Namjoon holds his own countdown, waiting for either or both sets of eyes to find him on the edge of the crowd. 

2…

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you. 

1…

Your fingers tangle in his hair. 

Happy New Year!

You’re kissing and laughing, rejoicing in the new year. When Jungkook’s eyes open, they’re trained on your face, and you look back, eyes only for Jungkook. 

Something breaks inside Namjoon. He doesn’t even know who his envy is aimed towards. Does he want to be Jungkook, kissing you, or does he want to be in your place, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head? 

Things never change on New Year’s Eve, except this year, something has. 

He slips out of the party without anyone noticing. The sharp cold brings him back to his senses. Without the party in his head, he can breathe. He can think. 

His breath fogs up in the early morning air. Every inhale brings a cold clarity back to him. 

He knows what he has to do. 

A/N II: This scene was originally meant to take place in the middle of Chapter 5 from reader's POV. The more I worked on it, the more I struggled with it. The whole chapter was dragging and nothing I wrote was working, so I took it out. I think it improved the flow of Ch 5 and helped me finish Ch 5 a bit faster. It's still an important part of the story, and I think it worked better from Namjoon's POV. So before we head to the final couple chapters (!!!!) I really wanted to show how Namjoon's been feeling. (And my brain wouldn't let me work on Ch 6 until I finished this.)

I'm not gonna put a date on the next installment. It's still largely unwritten, but hopefully the momentum from finishing this helps with the draft for Ch 6. Thanks for your patience! Lots of forehead kisses for y'all 💕

♡︎ — us, ourselves, and bts

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

just casually stunning [for @raplinenthusiasts] cr. namuspromised

This couple makes my heartache so good!

Love: a series

Your ex-husband's an asshole but you can't seem to move on.

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Asshole Namjoon, smut, angst

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Love

Talk it out

Vanilla Guys

Favour

Five fuck Friday

My girl

Wedding rings and everything - a drabble

©hamsterclaw 2023

He is stunning!

jinnie looking perfect as always for @cordiallyfuturedwight ♡