Chapters: 1/1Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTSRating: ExplicitWarnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRelationships:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, 69 (Sex Position), Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Pretty tame tbh, Facials Series: Part 4 of Bangtan Tales Summary:

What started off with two friends fooling around ended with something more.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Top Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Video & Computer Games, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Come Inflation, Come Shot, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Gamer Park Jimin (BTS), Gamer Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Tattoos, Gaming, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, What Have I Done, What Was I Thinking? Summary:

Jimin always won when it came to sex and video games.

the things i said when i loved you.

summary — listen to the past two years of your relationship with yoongi, as told in a series of voicemails.

pairing — min yoongi x reader

genre — fluff, angst, and a lil humor

word count — 3,552

warnings — swearing, implications of alcohol/emotional abuse

notes — wow i have been inactive i know but i’ll give the age-old excuse of school :’((( i hope this makes up for my inactivity, it ended up being way longer than i expected! plus a yoongi fic! woo!!! to those of you who were patient with me, i love you all with my whole heart, and i hope you enjoy!

p.s. disclaimer: in no way am i implying that yoongi is a horrible person or that he is an asshat in relationships as he is in the one portrayed in this story. this is purely for fictional purposes.

p.p.s. thanks to luna (@louvresdemiel) and mia (@taenchanted) for helping me with this story! much love to you, my lil beans <3

“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” — Marilyn Monroe

You have [74] old messages.

MIN YOONGI on June 13, 2017 at 7:21 P.M.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Yoongi. I’m at the restaurant right now and I got us a table. Just make an immediate right and you’ll find me. Okay, um, see you soon.”

MIN YOONGI on June 13, 2017 at 9:33 P.M.

“Hey there, it’s Yoongi. I just wanted to say thank you for tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a date to last longer, and I’m pretty sure it’s all because of you. Wow, this is getting really corny really quickly so I’m gonna end it right here so, um, good night.”

MIN YOONGI on June 19, 2017 at 12:01 P.M.

“Hi, it’s me again. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about our date last week and how I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. There’s this spot in the mountains that has this amazing view of the sunset and it’s absolutely perfect for a picnic. I was wondering if you wanted to join me there, tomorrow night at 5:00? Just call me back.”

MIN YOONGI on June 19, 2017 at 12:03 P.M.

“Oh, and it definitely doesn’t have to be a date. We can totally go as a friends, you know, unless you want it to be a date, then it’s a date! But there’s no pressure, so no worries if you just want it be super casual— I’m going to stop talking now, okay, bye.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: pool boy, Pool, Pool Sex, Taehyung is a spoiled brat, Bad Porn Plots, Bad Porn, Anal Sex, Teasing Series: Part 3 of Bad Porn Summary:

Taehyung is bored, and he's got his sights set on the new pool boy.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Teasing, Begging, Pet Names, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Bad Jokes, Threesome - F/M/M, Top Taehyung, Dom Taehyung, jikook if you squint, Pancakes, Polyamory, Pansexual Character, Bisexual Male Character, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Face-Sitting, Temperature Play, establishing the relationship Summary:

One day I was craving pancakes and asked what he wanted for breakfast. He said, “You,” with a sly grin and a lascivious lip bite. It was just that kind of cheesy line that got us here in the first place.

And so it began. A weekly ritual: Thursday mornings were for pancakes and oral sex. Not a bad combination. Try it sometime.

Act On It

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

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