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pairing — asmr artist/camboy!yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, s2l, college au

word count — 15K [excluding the texts]

warnings/tags — strong language, same au as ‘whipped,’ cocky yoongi 🥴, GINGER yoongi !! (a warning in itself), oh god flirting, unhygienic sharing of a lollipop, yoongi is down bad, sexting, exchange of explicit images, ex-bf!yeonjun, mentions of alcohol, y/n is obsessed with the color purple, hand kink, voice kink, breast kink ofc, drool play, harmless stalking, pda, just guys being dudes, bad pickup lines, one jealous roommate, explicit smut — use of a vibrator + flogger, slight masochism, masturbation (f & m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, degradation, name-calling, tongue sucking, a few slaps, oral (f & m), brief boob job, hickeys, deep throating, clit pinching, pussy slapping, spanks, rimming, brief handjob, edging, hair pulling, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms + positions, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, cumshots, post-sex cuddles

a/n — ah another fic about my love for yoongi’s hands + voice sjjdkske (for the sexy pics, I don’t include any to try & be as reader inclusive as possible) when you’re reading the chats don’t swipe bc there’s commentary in between okay? okay 😤

Just like any other Friday evening, you poke your head around the doorframe in annoyance, glaring at the RA who continues to yell at the boisterous students. Counterproductive threats booming out down the hallway, just as noisy as the rest of them. Quickly rushing back inside your room, you fix your pigtails and give your reflection a small nod before stepping out again, leaning on the notice board with a playful smile on your face, arms folded.

“Namjoon!”

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🔊 I was watching a show and the main character says this... Imagining thingssss... Sounds like what Taehyun would say... um😳

I dunno if this is soft dom hours or hard dom hours but I'm here for it

"Feeling so frustrated-"

"Ohh, it's gonna happen when you least expect it- okay?

That's the way it works.

Can you get excited for me?

Get excited for me."

But imagine he says this and you doesn't know what to do, so you ask to grind on his thigh- or instead, maybe you decide to put on a show for him. You're panting, a blushing mess, and one of your hands starts to make its way to your waistband-

Wet Dream

warning(s): bestfriend!yeonjun X fem!reader, dirty talk, fingering.

> my first language is not english, very sorry if i have mistakes. <

"Y/n?" You opened your eyes as Yeonjun gently patted your shoulder, he asked quite worriedly. "Are you okay baby?"

You raised your head with a frown. "Yes." blinked in drowsiness. "Why are you worried?" He sat on the edge of the bed when you asked him curiously. "I don't know, you were groaning." You swallowed, scenes from your dream began to play slowly in your mind.

"Did you have a nightmare?" his fingers ran through your hair, he was looking at you with interest. He must have been really worried. "Um," Don't worry Jun, you were just fucking me like an animal in my dream. "No."

He frowned, "...Okay." approached your eyes, which were quite open even though you had just woken up, and asked again. "Are you sure you're okay?" You took his hand and smiled reassuringly. "Everything is okey." After seeing your smile, he relaxed and gave you a little kiss on your forehead. "I'm scared, girl."

He always take good care of you.

You sat up on the bed, pulled your knees to yourself and wrapped your arms around your legs. "Have I slept much?" He shook his head when you asked shyly. "No." checked the time on his phone. "I think it's been half an hour."

You nodded and rested your cheek on your knee. You watched his hands as he put his phone back in his pocket. He always wore rings, but you couldn't remember before that it affected you as much as it does now. It was probably because his fingers were the leading roles in your wet dream.

You were surprised to see him get up. "Are you going?" He replied as he picked up his backpack. "Hmhm, I waited for you to wake up."

"Thank you." you murmured quietly, it made you feel warm that he cared about you. "Not at all, I know you're afraid to wake up alone." He put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

"Yeah, it's scary…" you agreed with a smile.

“Okay!” he waved his hand in the air as he took a step back. "Be careful!" You nodded, but you didn't want to be alone.

"Yeonjun, stop!" you called out just as he was opening the door, and he turned to you. "I stopped."

"Don't go." He frowned when you said it quickly. "So, if you don't have anything to do, can you stay?" You could't help examining your voice, he looked at you with interest.

He closed the door and came to you a few steps towards you. "Is there a problem honey?" He carefully looked at your face, you didn't want to worry him again. "No, I just want to spend time with you."

After watching you for a while, he tilted his head to the side. "Okay..." muttered as he put his bag by the bed. "I have nothing to do, I can stay."

You smiled happily. "Thank you!" couldn't stay innocent looking at him. Your mind was constantly making you watch scenes from your dream, and it kept warming your body. You knew you didn't want to be alone, but staying with Yeonjun wasn't going to be easy.

"If you say thank you one more time, I'll beat you up." You laughed when he put his hands on his waist and made a funny angry face. You spoke with your hands up. "Okey, okey, I won't say."

"All right," he squinted around. "I'm here to protect you from the monsters in your house." He still thought you were having nightmares and was trying to make you smile. "What do you want to do?" He took off his jacket and sat next to you. "I don't know..." You said the first thing that occurred to you. "Watch a movie?"

He combed his hair back. “I don't like any of the visions…” He shrugged.

"Well..." he watched you smiling as you tried to think about the activities you both liked to do.

"If you say tea party-"

"No!" when you interrupted, you both laughed for a long time. He always thought you were so cute.

"Let's just talk?" He said the most logical idea for the time being, so that the thinking phase would not go any further.

"Yeah." You nodded. He lay down on the bed so that he could see you and winked. "Go!"

“Hm…” as you looked around your room, the idea of how hot it would be to talk to Yeonjun about that dream that you could never get rid of passed through your mind. But he was your best friend and you thought his reaction would not be good for some reason. However, you couldn't think of any other question, and that prompted you to ask this question. "What do you do when you have a wet dream?"

"Huh?" he frowned and continued to look into your eyes for a while. He always said that you could talk to him about everything, but his look made you nervous.

"To be honest, I haven't even been dreaming normally for a long time, but..." He licked his lips slowly. "Masturbation?" He looked at you raising his eyebrows. "I mean, if my dream is very impressive?"

You could feel that he was waiting for you to say something more, because out of the blue it was absurd to ask a question whose answer was obvious.

He slowly straightened up in bed and ut his phone on the edge of the bed, and when he looked at you again, you swallowed.

You waited for him to open another topic or ask you why you asked this question. But that didn't happen:

"Do you want to tell me about your wet dream you just had?"

His deep, wheeze voice made your heart race. Your lips parted slowly, for a long time you just continued to look into his eyes.

He was smart. Now that you said you weren't having nightmares, there was only one option left for you to moan in your dream.

"Actually, I want to tell you exactly that." You thought it would be foolish to refuse. You wanted to talk to him about your dream and this was an opportunity.

He shook his head and muttered. "I'm listening." It was hard to talk when he was looking at you intently. "Oh... Well,"

He waited for you to continue, you could both notice how intense the air in the room had become.

"I saw you in my dream."

"Huh?" His eyes widened at your sudden statement. "Are you serious?" While he was waiting for you to tell him what you saw in your dream, the answer he got from you surprised him.

"And I don't remember waking up so wet before." You made a great effort not to spoil the seriousness on your face. You looked at each other for a long time.

"...Wow." his gaze broke away from you, your cheeks were burning. "I mean- Woah..." the way he thought about it and the expression on his face kept turning you on.

"I'm sorry..." he turned to you when you broke your silence. You wanted to wrap the quilt on you and disappear, waiting for what he was going to say felt like torture.

"Can I see?"

It stunned you that he said it while looking into your eyes. The dark look in his eyes seemed to have sworn to make you wet even more.

He didn't apologize or have any feelings about regretting what he said appear on his face. He just waited for an answer from you.

He licked his lower lip slowly as you nodded. You moved forward on your hips and lay down on the bed. His fingers gently slid under your skirt, slowly stripping your panties off your legs.

"Open wide." You could see the impatience in his eyes. You closed your eyes and pulled your skirt to your waist, spread your legs. His lips parted, "Fuck..." his eyes roamed all over your glowing cunt.

His forefinger drew a downward line over your hole and made your thighs tremble. The way he looked between your legs was driving you crazy, you grit your theeth.

His eyes met yours as he started stroking your pussy gently. Your interrupted breathing was giving him pleasure. "How pathetic you look..." He muttered. You moaned quietly when his middle and ring finger came in and out of you.

"What did you dream about for me to get into your dream, huh?" He turned your gaze to your cunt, which is already trying to swallow his fingers. That made him chuckle, slapped your pussy lightly. "You little..."

He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, when his other hand hit your clit, you closed your eyes and moaned deeply. "Shh, open your eyes." He whispered, started making lazy circles on your clit. "My girl?" You did as he said and opened your eyes.

"My girl wasn't an innocent baby?" His two fingers slowly began to slide in and out of you. "Actually she was a dirty girl, huh?" He came a little closer to you and admired your wrinkled face with pleasure.

"Yeonjun..." He bit his lower lip laughing when you whimpered his name. The fact that he was watching your pussy carefully and laughing at you with pleasure made your eyes roll.

"How you drip..." he chuckled, "You like it when I talk to you like that, don't you?" He slowly rubbed all his wetness on your pussy and kept pumping his fingers into you. "Dirty girl."

You were moaning louder as he pressed his cold rings against your clit. "I was fucking this defenseless part of you in your dream, wasn't I?" He muttered in his wheezy voice, and you shook your head quickly and made him growl.

"Then you had a pretty realistic dream, little girl." His sudden acceleration of his fingers caused your waist to contract. "Ah- Yeonjun..." He tapped his fingers all over your walls and watched the reactions on your face. "My girl gonna cum for me?" when he found your sweet spot professionally and started hitting there in a row, you gave a scream. "Y-yes!"

His lips parted as your pussy began to contract rapidly around his fingers. "Baby, you're so needy." he whispered, shaking his head from side to side and smiling as he looked at you. "I think I'm gonna lose my mind, so beautiful..."

He continued to fuck you quickly and watch your face in pleasure. He seemed fascinated.

"I-I'm coming!" he began to move his fingers harder when you spoke breathlessly. "Cum, girl. Cum for me."

The animalistic speed of his fingers, his sarcastic smiles, the way he watched you, gave you the most enjoyable orgasm ever.

While you were breathing deeply, Yeonjun gave you a few open-mouthed kisses on the cunt and leaned over you. You held on to his neck, he smiled and joined your lips and made you taste yourself by bringing your tongues together.

You ran your fingers through his hair, you couldn't believe you were doing this.

"You don't think I'm going to leave you alone, do you?"

And you could see very well that Yeonjun wouldn't care about it.

thanks for ur eyes bebe, hope u like it!

so taehyun loves knives, I think he’s into knife play and also the way the to do editors censored the knives 🤣

"Our little angel" preview

→ Pairings: Skz x Reader

→ Warnings: Daddy ddlg, poly!skz, inexperienced reader, corruption kink(If you feel uncomfortable with any of these topics please do not read).

Summary: You lived with the guys as their baby girl, they were your daddies and they always take care of you and your needs, but there's just one basic rule "only kissing, and dry humping anything further than that is forbidden".That was the only rule trying not to ruin your innocence, but... What happens when they can't take it anymore and start breaking the rules one by one secretly?

all in

taehyun (txt) + reader (fem.)

non-idol!au, slight angst, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

established relationship, poker player!taehyun, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, degradation kink, dumbification kink, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, hair pulling, finger sucking, cum eating, brief appearances by yeonjun and jungkook <3

a/n: just a quick disclaimer, i know next to nothing about poker, so please don’t judge me too harshly for the game terms/play in this fic 👉🏻👈🏻 i tried my best lol

~2K word count

posted: february 23, 2022

“I fold.”

A smirk played at the edges of Taehyun’s lips as one of the men at the table resigned from the game. It was down to three players now, and tensions were high as the pot grew bigger before them. You saw it in the way Taehyun’s shoulders sat stiff and his shoe tapped against the floor in small increments of five—his lucky number. He had been doing good all night, but as fate would have it, right as the last game is coming to an end is when his cards start to look unlucky. The only thing keeping him from drowning was the other players dropping out and getting worse hands. But this game could be unpredictable, and that made Taehyun antsy. If there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was that he hated losing.

“What d’ya got for me, Taehyun?” the older player across the table mocked your boyfriend, a teasing look in his eyes. He held his cards so nonchalantly yet secretively, not that there was anyone to see them. See, where as Taehyun had you for support, Jungkook had no one. He never did. It had you wondering if he was single or if he just didn’t want any chance of distractions. He was super attractive, so you couldn’t imagine the first option being the case.

“I could tell you, but I would be bluffing,” Taehyun responded casually, fingers tightening around the cards in his hand.

“What about you, Yeonjun?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head to the left where Yeonjun sat, contemplating his hand with an unamused expression. The boy sighed, glancing at his short stack in front of him. It was obvious he wasn’t in the best standing, but it was up to him to make the next call.

“I’m all in.”

Taehyun pursed his lips in satisfaction as he realized Yeonjun wouldn’t be making it very much longer. It was basically down to him and Jungkook—which meant stakes were even higher, and his hand needed to get better, quickly.

After a few more minutes, Jungkook’s cocky remarks and nonchalance on top of Taehyun’s somewhat decent hand was making him feel like a cornered animal. He had the worst feeling in his gut telling him that he was going to lose. His only hope now was that by some miracle him and Jungkook could manage to get a split pot.

“Your turn, Kang,” Jungkook goaded, eyes wandering up to yours for a just a second. He smiled as he turned his attention back to his cards. You weren’t sure if he had actually smiled at you, but you hoped Taehyun hadn’t noticed it, nonetheless.

Of course he did, though. He noticed everything.

“Three of a kind,” Taehyun announced, laying out his hand on the table confidently despite the nervousness coursing through his veins making his heart pump obnoxiously fast.

Jungkook sighed through his nose, shaking his head softly, “It was nice playing with you, boys.”

Your heart sank for your boyfriend as the older player set down his cards.

“Straight flush.”

There was a moment of despair that loomed over Yeonjun, who had already accepted his fate, and Taehyun, who was still processing his. Jungkook feigned sympathy for the two as he gathered the money from the center of the table that had accumulated. The dealer picked up the chips and put them in their case, bidding the gentleman a good night as they all shared bittersweet handshakes.

You pretended like you hadn’t seen the way Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you as he walked away from the table and back into the casino. Yeonjun and Taehyun spoke for a bit, leaving you off to the side to wait for their conversation to finish. Finally, once the heels you were wearing started to make your feet ache, your boyfriend said his goodbyes to his friend and turned to you with a unreadable expression. He didn’t seem as upset as you thought he would be, but he also didn’t seem happy either.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you gave him a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay, love, you’ll get him next time. Maybe with a pot twice as big, too.”

Taehyun nodded slowly, eyes looking into yours with a dark expression. It made you nervous having his undivided attention like this.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” his hands held your hips, fingers gripping into the silky material of your black slip dress. The material was so thin he could feel the outline of your panties underneath them. With one, quick glance down, he could see your cleavage sticking out of the neckline of the ensemble. When his eyes looked back up at yours, they were much darker—angrier even, “I saw the way Jungkook was looking at you. Now I understand why. I shouldn’t have let you leave the house looking like this.”

You rolled your eyes, wanting to seem unaffected and annoyed despite the growing excitement between your legs, “You can’t be serious. You’re jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous,” he scoffed humorlessly, “But I am protective of you. You know that.”

“I think somebody’s just upset he lost, and he’s trying to justify it,” you teased, hoping to work him up. You knew Taehyun hated losing, but he also hated being mocked, especially by you.

Your hands rubbed his shoulders, and even though you meant nothing by it, he perceived it as you being condescending. His jaw set while he looked at you, his grip on your hips tightening, “You really don’t want to push my buttons right now, ________.”

“Mm,” you moaned quietly as your hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest. You were so thankful that everyone had filed out of the little poker space you were in moments before this, “What if I do, though?”

The faintest grunt erupted in his throat as his hands left your waist to grab your hand in his. He didn’t speak as he led you away from the table, but he didn’t have to. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know he was taking you somewhere private to show you why teasing him wasn’t a good idea. You had trouble keeping up with his fast pace as he practically dragged you all over the busy casino in search of the perfect place for you two.

Eventually he found it: an ‘employees only’ bathroom stall that was nearly hidden in a hallway by an out-of-order ATM machine. Taehyun made sure no one was paying you two any mind as he opened the door and guided you inside, locking the door once the two of you were in.

“You know I love you, right?” he said, backing you against the wall slowly with his hands on your cheeks and his forehead pressed against yours.

You nodded, eyes trained on his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them, “Mhm.”

“Good, because I’m going to do, and say, some not-so-nice things to you,” he groaned, capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss. You hummed into his mouth as his tongue massaged yours. His hands went from your cheeks to your jaw, then to your neck. His thumb caressed your sensitive throat, a smile on his lip as you moaned.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed you, eyes twinkling when you immediately started to sink down onto the floor.

“The floor’s dirty, though,” you pouted up at him, feeling sand-like dirt against your knees as they touched the floor.

“It’s just like you then, huh? My filthy girl,” he hummed, messing up your hair as he combed his fingertips through it. Once his hand was at the back of your head, he gripped your hair and tugged you back, making your lips part in a gasp. He smirked down at you, “You’re gonna suck me off like a good girl, okay?”

You nodded, hands reaching up to unfasten his belt. With impatient tugs, you managed to get his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. Your mouth was salivating at the thought of it in your mouth. Fortunately, Taehyun didn’t plan on keeping you waiting much longer. In fact, he took his dick in one hand and your chin in the other.

He pulled your chin to open your mouth wider before leading his erection to it. His eyes glossed over as he watched your mouth fill up with his cock, your cheeks hollowing around him. The hand at the back of your head guided you up and down his length, making you gag every few strokes. He chuckled as tears filled up your eyes.

“Is my little slut gonna cry for me? Is my dick too much for you to handle?”

Your objection was muffled around him, making a collection of spit and precum bubble and leak out of the corners of your lips. He nodded as if he understood you, then he closed his eyes to take in the pleasure of your tongue against his throbbing shaft. As much as he loved ruining you, you loved making him feel good. You didn’t mind if he roughed you up in the process.

And he definitely liked it rough. He liked holding your head still as he fucked into your mouth. He liked making you cry from how his dick touched the back of your throat with each thrust. He liked calling you a slut while he did it. Most of all, he liked how you just let him do all of that to you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he panted, hips bucking up into the warmth of your mouth, “I want you to swallow all of it. Got it, baby?”

You moaned in agreement, tears freely streaming down your cheeks as Taehyun’s thighs started to spasm. A few grunts left his gritted teeth as his cum spit down your throat and along your tongue. He didn’t stop, though. He kept thrusting into your mouth until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out of you slowly, watching intently, hoping to see the mess he made.

You both moaned in unison as his cum gathered on your tongue, threatening to spill over your parted lips. He stuck two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to close it around them.

“Swallow,” he demanded softly, completely opposite from the way he shoved his fingers further into your mouth as you sucked on them. His dick twitched as he felt all of his semen disappear from your tongue while you gulped. He removed his fingers and tapped the wet digits against your lips to have you open them again, “Show me how good you are.”

You obeyed, sticking out your tongue and tilting your head up so that the dingy bathroom lighting could show how empty your mouth was. His smile only widened when he noticed how puffy and wet your lips were; it made his dick twitch again.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “Get up here.”

He gently pulled you up onto your feet by your hair. You stumbled as you stood upright, your heels wobbling from how weak your knees were. Taehyun held back a small laugh as he pulled you close to kiss you. You could feel his hardening dick poking against your thigh, and you dared to gently palm it with your hand. He whined into the hungry kiss you shared, biting your lower lip as he regretfully pulled away.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good when we get home,” he mumbled against your cheek before pressing a contrastingly sweet kiss to it.

“Why not just fuck me here?”

He snickered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But no, I’m not gonna fuck my precious baby in a dirty casino bathroom, no matter how dirty she is. I’m gonna take you home, get you all cleaned up, maybe fuck you in the shower. Then fuck you against the wall of our bedroom. Then again in our bed. Then again. And again . . . Until we can’t go anymore.”

Your breaths turned into pants against his lips as you imagined his words coming to life. You wanted him to fuck you everywhere in your house more than anything right now. You nodded along, making him smile.

“You want that? Want me to fuck you dumb? Fuck you until you can’t think straight? Until you can’t speak properly?” he rambled, his cock growing harder by the second.

“Please,” you groaned pathetically.

“Alright, let’s fix your face and hair, and then get you home.”