#yoongi ship

[lilprincegoo]

talk nerdy to me by notyoongs

yoongi/jungkook

Alternate Universe - College/University, Nerd Min Yoongi, Jock Jeon Jungkook, Hockey Player Jeon Jungkook, Falling In Love, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Mild enemies to lovers, they just get off on the wrong foot, Misunderstandings, Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries

24.4k words

rating: M

“you might not get how much i like studying, but i don’t understand how you can like working out so much. why would you want to sweat that much when you could just… not?” “working out gives you endorphins,” says jeongguk. “besides, it’s not just about working out. the end result is that i’m better at hockey. if you put in good studying, you’ll perform well on the exam. and if i put in good workout and practice time, i’ll perform well in a game. i guess it’s not that different when you think about it.” yoongi snorts. “so studying is just working out for your brain?” (or: yoongi is a nerd. jeongguk is a jock. they meet in the middle.)

[yearofinstitutionalization]

233/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen where are you 😭😭 hope you’re well

hi, love! i’ve been.. well, very busy haha😅 basically these past few months have been spent prepping for the biggest event of the year so far, on top of work and other shop things. but here’s a glimpse of what i’ve been up to!

this was studioagust’s setup yesterday, and i was commissioned to do the graphics promo, recreate JK’s golden backdrop, and the cupsleeves/tier ticket for vivphoria’s “golden” event!

this year has been a wild ride already and i’m ecstatic to see what else is around the corner❤️‍🔥 thank you to everyone that’s supported this shop venture so far and i cannot wait to get even more things created and shared😭 miss y’all so damn much

[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.

© @btskitty17 on tumblr 2024

[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🧪

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls!🤍)

[peacelovingsworld]

Who doesn't love Taegi? That these two incredibly different men have great respect and love for one another is such a beautiful thing. They are so fun to watch. Let's enjoy some Taegi! 🐯 😺 💜

Here is a thread on how Yoongi indulges Tae. Such a good hyung.

One of my favourite Taegi gifs

And of course Suchwita. Tae was so candid in this interview and so appreciative of Yoongi. Seeing Yoongi become awkward with Tae's outpouring of love was everything. Check it out if you have not.

I love this Taegi shipping channel. Yes, they might insinuate a romantic side to Taegi, though it's not obvious. This channel makes great videos that show their bond with great, fun moments you have probably missed. Check it out if you miss them.

Love this Taegi post here on Tumbler so I added it. 😃

[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.

[4joonkookie2]

All Grown Up

Pairing: Jungkook x Yoongi

Words: 1K

Summary: inspired by this: p0rn (This is a small part of a larger fic that only lives in my head now: the history of Jungkook’s first experiences with all his hyungs.)

Jungkook has been doing a lot with Hobi and Jimin. Recently, they invited Yoongi into the mix, and Jungkook is disappointed with how hesitant Yoongi was and how he was holding back. Jungkook knows it's because Yoongi still sees him as a kid in many ways. He’s going to make sure Yoongi knows otherwise.

They sit on the couch alone, watching a movie. and Jungkook is obvious. They both get what they want 🙂

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“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook whines, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt.

“What?” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. He mimics Jungkook’s pout, which no sooner morphs into a shit-eating grin.

“You know what,” Jungkook pouts, lifting the remote to shut off the TV. He’s exasperated with Yoongi’s supposed ignorance, inching closer to him on the couch. 

“I don’t,” Yoongi coos, leaning in. “Tell me.” 

Jungkook looks down and pensively rubs his arm. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?” 

The insecurity bleeds out in Jungkook’s voice more than he wants. 

Even worse, it KILLS Yoongi. He intended to tease Jungkook, but giving the impression he didn’t want his touch wasn’t the intention. He keeps up his play anyway. 

“Who says I don’t?”

Jungkook takes a thoughtful pause before straddling Yoongi’s lap. He places his hands on either of Yoongi’s shoulders and swings his legs over Yoongi’s thighs. 

“Hyung…” he starts, pressing his torso to Yoongi’s chest. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” His doe eyes are soft and lidded.

Jungkook teeters on the razor’s edge of premier confidence and debilitating insecurity. It’s precious and makes way for the rest of Yoongi’s resistance.

Yoongi tangles his hands in Jungkook’s hair, yanking it back. 

“You think I don’t know that?” He whispers, pulling Jungkook and dragging teeth along his jaw, making him whimper. He continues.

“You don’t think JM and HSK tell me all about what a good little cockslut you are? How you can go for hours and hours and never get tired? The way you suck cock, ride cock, worship cock?”

Yoongi looks down at his crotch, embarrassingly hard, but is pleased to see Jungkook is right there with him. He loosens the grip of his hair, moving his hands down to Jungkook’s waist. 

“You think I wasn’t losing my fucking mind watching your lips wrapped around my cock the other night?” He gropes at himself at the words, and Jungkook smiles, batting his sweet eyelashes. 

Yoongi leans in to whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He pushes his lips to Jungkook’s, needing to taste him. Jungkook whimpers as his mouth is pried open. He tangles his fingers in Yoongi’s shaggy hair. 

Yoongi pulls away, eyes half open, entranced. “You know what else they told me?” He slips his hand beneath the fabric of Jungkook’s pants, grabbing his ass. 

“They told me… you have the prettiest little cunt.” He grazes his fingers over Jungkook’s hole, making him shudder. “And you love to get eaten,” he plants his lips on Jungkook’s neck. “Is that true, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook looks away, face flushed in humiliation. Yoongi loves to see the red-hot embarrassment on Jungkook’s face. Yoongi turns Jungkook’s chin back to meet him. “Is that true?”

Jungkook nods, looking down and feeling his ears burn red. Yoongi presses his fingers firmly to Jungkook’s hole while he taunts him.

“They said they could do it for hours because the sounds you make are so beautiful,” Yoongi continues with an arrogant chuckle. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines.

“Let me see,” Yoongi orders, guiding Jungkook to stand up. He pulls Jungkook’s pants down, Jungkook lifting his feet to get the fabric around his ankles. He sits on the couch next to Yoongi.

Yoongi presses two fingers to Jungkook's lips. “Get them wet.” He hums low in delight when Jungkook takes him in. He gets a feel of Jungkook’s mouth, taking him back to that place a few nights ago, how soft and warm he is.

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Yoongi as he laves over his fingers. He knows what he’s doing. 

Yoongi groans. “Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He teases as the fingers fall out of Jungkook’s mouth with a pop. 

Yoongi lowers his fingers between Jungkook’s legs and pushes in. Jungkook gasps.

Yoongi coos. “Ohhhh. I know HSK and JM are so sweet to you. You’ve never taken it dry before?”

Jungkook just shivers, adjusting to the rigid intrusion and shaking his head. 

“Turn over,” Yoongi instructs as he pulls his finger out.

Jungkook crosses his arms over his waist to remove his shirt, exposing his chest. Yoongi hums and grazes his fingers over the sensitive buds. He turns over and presents himself to Yoongi with a deeply arched back. 

Yoongi gets to his knees on the couch, lined up behind Jungkook. He bends down and gives a chaste kiss on the flesh of his ass, followed by a spank. 

Jungkook stifles a moan, then whispers. “Mm_Hyungie…they’ll hear us,” he says.

“I know,” Yoongi purrs back, spanking him even harder, allowing it to echo through the living room. “I’ve got a better idea,” he says. Yoongi pushes the coffee table away and sits on the floor with his back propped on the couch. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, looking over his shoulder. 

Yoongi leans his head back to rest on the cushion. “Sit on me,” he says, looking up at Jungkook. “Come on,” he says, encouraging. 

Jungkook is initially unsure but braces himself, grabbing the back of the couch. He aligns himself over Yoongi’s face but can’t bring himself to properly sit.

Yoongi pulls his hips down to latch on properly and groans when he finally feels the weight of Jungkook’s body on his lips.

Yoongi buries his face between his cheeks, slurping. It’s messy and fevered. Sucking, groping, licking. He’s insatiable.

Jungkook grips the back of the couch tighter, bucking his ass back and whining. He forms a rhythm with his hips. Rocking back and forth, letting Yoongi’s tongue press all over, and egged on by the lewd sounds of spit against his flesh. 

Yoongi pushes his tongue inside, getting the slightest taste of Jungkook’s inner walls, pressing a finger in again, his finger fighting with his mouth. 

Yoongi runs his hand over his own cock and pulls away a moment. “Is that good, baby?”

Yoongi can barely get the sentence out before Jungkook forces his hips onto Yoongi’s lips, desperate for his mouth. 

“So good, hyungie,” Jungkook cries. 

[lilprincegoo]

peek-a-boo by wildlikeawolfpack

yoongi/taehyung/jungkook

Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Established Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi, Kidnapping, but like it goes wrong, and they're very sorry about it and they didn't mean to, Witch Kim Taehyung, Witch Min Yoong, Fluff and Humor

13.4k words

rating: T

yoongi and taehyung mess up big time when they kidnap jungkook to sacrifice his soul to their local demon—it's too pure, too good, too precious for this world, and he has such pretty eyes... in their attempt to make it up to him, jungkook gets more than he could ever wish for.

[yearofinstitutionalization]

246/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[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.

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

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(I Love yoonmin)😔

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Today we ate in yoonminjoon land 🥢🥹