SUNMARY: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
IMPORTANT NOTE: please do read everything on here thoroughly!
GENRE: college au, social media au with occasional written parts, modern supernatural (?) au, “and they were roommates”, horror themes (but not really?), slice of life, mystery, thriller, light angst, fluff, humor and crack (you know the drill 🤣)
WARNINGS: y/n has little to no verbal filter (she’s kinda crazy... and dumb), Sunghoon is tired despite not needing sleep, swearing, dirty/inappropriate jokes (you have y/n to blame mostly), light sacrilege, light blasphemy (idk what to say except this is a smau abt demons) if you wish to proceed, read at your own discretion. I’ve laid out what you’re going to expect already.
FEATURING: ENHYPEN, Aespa's Karina, IVE's Wonyoung, TXT's Yeonjun and Soobin and brief appearances of other idols.
STATUS: completed
START: JAN 02, 2022
END: APRIL 11, 2022
TAGS USED: #asks.demon.roomie👹 #demon.roomie.things👹 (in case you want to filter them so I wont clog your dashes <3)
A/N:this is for all the monster fuckers out there!! /hj there will be some world-building in this and i hope there is as just as much plot like before 🤩 keep in mind this is all fictional and none of this represents the idols in real life. Also any info about the occult/supernatural may not be accurate and some elements here are my own interpretations and/or twists hehe.
PROFILES 1 | PROFILES 2
PROLOGUE: and so it begins
PART I: vore?
PART II: nefarious plans
PART III: a full essay? in these trying times?
PART IV: RONALD MCDONALD???
PART V: dumb b*tch allegations
PART VI: so mote it be (written)
PART VII: oh sweet Hecate
PART VIII: SOOBIN ENOUGH
PART IX: look at us
PART X: hoonie my roomie (written)
PART XI: foul creature
PART XII: demon fact(s)!
PART XIII: Kaneki Ken
PART XIV: brocolli kid
PART XV: S.S
PART XVI: not a serial killer
PART XVII: fucking goldfish
PART XVIII: bronies look away
PART XIX: brittle bones
PART XX: Furries.
PART XXI: demon ROOMIE fact(s)!
PART XXII: scooby dooby doo!
PART XXIII: human sacrifice 🙌🏼
PART XXIV: tamed that what?
PART XXV: lesbian lesbianer lesbianest
PART XXVI: fond
PART XXVII: manners maketh man
PART XXVIII: a furry gathering
PART XXIX: Operation S.O.S
PART XXX: see you in the dark night (written)
PART XXXI: and the truth comes spilling out (written)
PART XXXII: blessed or cursed? (written)
PART XXXIII: balls
PART XXXIV: bad daddy behavior
PART XXXV: let me in… LET ME IN!
PART XXXVI: please wrap it up
PART XXXVII: you’re so beautiful (written)
PART XXXVIII: don’t mince the cojones
PART XXXIX: MILFS?
PART XL: Monster Mash
PART XLI: summer what?
PART XLII: Y/N gone wild (not clickbait)
PART XLIII: tumblrina
PART XLIV: Sunghoon’s slow descent to madness
PART XLV: the girls are fighting
PART XLVI: arts and crafts
PART XLVII: something smells 🤥
PART XLVIII: mother (fucker)
PART XLIX: four of crows 🦅
PART L: i found the devil; i found him in a lover (written)
PART LI: mortal peril
PART LII: the twilightifaction of ynhoon
PART LIII: humanoid cephalopod
PART LIV: me & sunoo when
PART LV: i’m srs.
PART LVI: babe wake up!
PART LVII: girl is a gun (written)
PART LVIII: because you’re mine, i walk the line (written)
Batman sunghoon x roommate y/n. where sunghoon is batman and in love with his roommate. also roommate enha
!! - smau, crack, suggestive, fem reader, profanity, mentions of a vape (jay and his geek bar 💔) roommate enhypen, sunghoon is somehow batman and a good house mate, riki is an instigator, they love to gaslight her, batman x joker, not double checked so im sorry
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authors note: long time no see…. curse u tumblr image limit….
💬 。 jo has been pinning for years and all it takes to change that—is a drunken selfie
masterlist 𓋰 asakura x f!rea⠀ ✶⠀ fluff, teasing, kissing !! wc: 2784 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
the fairy lights are dim, your living room a mess of blankets, popcorn bowls, and giggles echoing off the walls. your friends are sprawled across the floor in their oversized hoodies and fuzzy socks—classic sleepover chaos. maki is playing a horror movie no one’s actually watching, and you’re laughing at a story about yuma’s failed situationship when your phone buzzes for the tenth time that night.
you already know who it is before you check.
jojo ♥︎
[1:47am] why am i never invited ur sleepovers? :(
[1:48am] i see the pics on your story
[1:48am] you always invite the others
you swallow hard, thumb hovering. the truth is too embarrassing to type: because if you slept over i’d probably combust from how much i like you, and what if you think it’s weird, and what if—
another buzz. this one’s a photo.
your screen fills with jo—shirtless, golden skin glowing under the warm lamp in his bedroom, sheets pooled low around his hips, one arm lazily behind his head. his abs are unfairly defined for someone who claims he “doesn’t even work out that much,” messy black hair falling into his eyes, lips parted like he just woke up (or never went to sleep). the caption in the message bar reads: this is what you’re missing btw
your face burns instantly.
you stare at the photo way longer than you should, heart slamming against your ribs like it’s trying to escape. jo’s never sent you anything like this. ever. he’s always been the quiet one—soft smiles, gentle teasing, the kind of boy that tugs at your shirt to order for him at cafes. but this? this was not like him whatsoever.
jojo ♥︎
[1:55am] the hyungs made me drink
[1:55am] i told them everything
[1:56am] k said i was acting like a jealous baby
[1:56am] nicholas-hyung kept laughing and saying “just confess already you idiot”
[1:57am] so here i am. confessing. at 2am. i really like you. i’m sorry for the photo. i feel like an absolute loser for sending that oh my god.
[1:58am] but i want to be invited. i want to be the one next to you
[1:59am] please
you stare at the last message until the screen dims, your thumb frozen over the keyboard.
the usual jo—the one who blushes cherry-red from his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears and down his neck whenever you’d tease him—is somewhere in there, buried under the soju and the courage. but he still apologized for the thirst trap. still called himself a loser. your heart squeezes so hard it hurts.
you
[2:01am] jojo
[2:01am] don’t apologize for the photo… i didn’t hate it
[2:02am] i’ve liked you for so long too. since we were fifteen, probably longer
[2:03am] that’s exactly why i never invited you
[2:03am] i was scared that if you were here, under the same blanket as me, i wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore
the living room at the dorm is hazy with soju bottles and half-eaten ramyeon cups. the hyungs are sprawled everywhere—k on the couch with his legs thrown over the armrest, fuma cross-legged on the floor spinning an empty bottle like it’s still middle school, ej gone to retrieve pizza, nicholas against the wall because smirking like he knows everything. because he does... well that's the last time jo will confide in nicholas regarding his love life.
jo is sitting hunched over his phone on the carpet, knees drawn up, ears burning scarlet. his heart is hammering so hard he can feel it in his throat. the second your messages pop up, he makes this tiny choked sound that’s half wheeze, half squeak.
“fuck—fuck, she replied—”
he shoves the phone toward the group like it’s evidence in court.
nicholas snatches it immediately, eyes scanning. his eyebrows shoot up.
the slap lands square between jo’s shoulder blades, making him jolt forward with a startled “oof!”
nicholas is tipsy, grinning like a fox as he holds the phone high, reading your messages aloud in an exaggerated lovesick voice:
“'i didn’t hate it~’… ‘i’ve liked you since we were fifteen~’… bro. i think she’s been down bad for you longer than you’ve been down bad for her. this is historic.”
jo’s face is nuclear. he tries to snatch the phone back but nicholas dances it out of reach, laughing.
k lets out a loud wheeze, nearly tipping over from how hard he’s cracking up.
fuma, still lounging on the couch, kicks k’s shoulder with his foot. “you literally called him a jealous baby for three hours straight before he caved.”
jo covers his burning face with both hands, peeking through his fingers. his ears are so red they look like they might glow in the dark. “nicholas, please—stop reading them out loud… “
“you are such a loser,” nicholas teases, but his tone is warm. he finally drops the phone back into jo’s lap and ruffles his messy black hair. “a very lucky loser, though. she just handed you the green light, man. you’ve been pining like a loser for years and she was scared she’d jump you under the blanket? this is gold.”
jo makes a mortified noise and lunges again, finally managing to snatch his phone back. he curls protectively around it, knees pulled tighter to his chest, face buried halfway into his oversized hoodie sleeve. the tips of his ears are glowing crimson.
hands are trembling as he picks up the phone again. he stares at your last messages, the little heart-squeeze feeling in his chest almost too much to handle. a shy, disbelieving smile breaks across his face.
k flops down beside him, slinging an arm around jo’s shoulders and squeezing softly. “stop hiding and text your girl back before she thinks you died. this is your moment, lover boy.”
jo lets out a long, shaky breath and finally opens the chat again. his thumbs hover for a second before he starts typing, cheeks still glowing.
jojo ♥︎
[2:20am] sorry for the wait… the hyungs are being chaotic
[2:20am] nicholas called me a loser and fuma is poking my ears
[2:21am] but i don’t even care anymore
[2:21am] you’ve liked me since we were 15?? that’s…that’s so long. i liked you even before that i think. i was just too scared to say anything
he bites his lip, then adds quickly:
jojo ♥︎
[2:22am] i still can’t believe you weren’t inviting me because you liked me too
[2:22am] i thought you just didn’t want me there… it made me so jealous seeing the pics on your story
[2:25am] please let me come over
[2:25am] i’ll bring snacks or whatever you want
[2:25am] i just really really want to be with you tonight
“hyungs… i just begged her to let me come over at 2:30am. i sound so desperate.”
nicholas snorts, lying on the floor beside him. “you are desperate. been desperate for years. it’s cute though.”
fuma kicks jo’s foot lightly. “she’s gonna say yes. just wait.”
jo’s phone buzzes almost right away. he sits up so fast he gets dizzy, snatching it up.
you
[2:26am] jojo you’re so cute it hurts
[2:26am] of course you can come over
[2:27am] but… are you okay? like actually okay to walk here? you’ve been drinking and it’s late
[2:27am] i don’t want you getting in trouble or feeling sick :(
[2:28am] also warning… yuma’s here and he’s already smirking at my phone. he’s gonna tease you so bad when you show up lol
k leans over jo’s shoulder, reading the messages. “aww, she’s worried about you. she’s so sweet. i’ll take you to her—hurry reply fast before she changes her mind.”
jo’s cheeks are burning again, but he’s smiling that big, shy, heart-eyed smile. his thumbs fly across the screen.
jojo ♥︎
[2:29am] i’m okay!! promise
[2:29am] i only had like… three shots? four? not that much
[2:30am] k-hyung said he’ll take me
[2:30am] and yeah… i figured yuma would tease me lol
[2:31am] but i don’t care. i’ll take all the teasing in the world if it means i get to see you
he pauses, then adds with slightly shaky fingers:
jojo ♥︎
[2:31am] i’ll leave in like 10 minutes
[2:32am] can’t wait anymore
k grabs his own jacket and throws an arm around jo’s shoulders. “let’s go get you your girl.”
the living room is a cozy disaster of fluffy blankets, scattered popcorn bowls, and fairy lights strung lazily across the walls. the horror movie is still playing on low volume — no one’s paying attention anymore.
you’re sitting cross-legged in the middle of the blanket fort, phone clutched tightly in your hands, cheeks still warm from jo’s last messages. every time you reread them your stomach does a little flip.
“he’s coming,” you murmur, half to yourself, half to the room.
yuma immediately perks up like a meerkat, a wicked little smirk spreading across his face. he’s been waiting for this moment all night.
“ohhh? he’s actually coming?” yuma says in that sweet, dangerous voice of his. he crawls closer on his knees, peering at your phone screen even though you try to hide it.
“yuma—lay off him when he comes.” maki, who’s been half-dozing against the couch, mumbles.
“lay off him?” yuma repeats sweetly, tilting his head. “maki-ya, i would never. i’m just going to… warmly welcome our dear jojo into the sacred blanket fort. with love. and maybe a few questions about that shirtless photo he sent~”
harua snorts into his blanket. taki is already grinning, whispering something to harua that makes both of them giggle.
you shoot yuma a look. “i’m serious. don’t bully him too hard the second he walks in. he’s probably already dying from embarrassment.”
yuma puts both hands over his heart like he’s been wounded. “me? bully? i’m simply an observer of their romance. a humble narrato if you will. a—”
a soft knock on the door cuts him off mid-sentence.
everyone freezes.
your heart leaps into your throat. you scramble up from the blanket fort, legs a little shaky, while yuma’s eyes light up like a predator spotting prey.
k’s voice comes through the door, low and amused. “special delivery.”
you open the door before yuma can volunteer.
there he is.
jo is standing in the hallway, trying to remian half-hidden behind k’s broad frame despite his height, hood pulled over his hair. his cheeks are flushed deep pink—whether from the cold night air, the soju, or pure nerves, you can’t tell. his ears are glowing red. he’s clutching a plastic bag of convenience store snacks in both hands like a shield.
the second his eyes meet yours, his breath catches visibly. that shy, disbelieving little smile breaks across his face, soft and overwhelmed.
“hi…” he says, voice quiet and a little hoarse. “sorry it’s so late. i…i brought melon bread and those honey butter chips the boys like.”
yuma appears behind you like a ghost, leaning against the doorframe with the biggest, most dangerous grin. before he can even speak, you elbow him in the stomach.
“ow—!” yuma dramatically folds over, clutching his side like you just stabbed him. “betrayal! i’ve been stabbed by the hostess herself!”
he stumbles back two steps, pretending to wheeze, then immediately straightens up with a bright, mischievous grin. “fine, fine~ i’ll behave. for now.”
k chuckles behind jo, patting his shoulder once. “good luck, kid. text me if they bully you too much.” he gives you a small, knowing smile and a little wave before heading back toward the elevator.
jo is still standing in the doorway, looking equal parts relieved and mortified. his ears are impossibly redder after yuma’s dramatic performance. he glances at you with those wide, sparkly eyes, the shy smile returning full force.
“thank you…” he whispers, barely audible.
you gently take his wrist and tug him inside, closing the door behind him. the warmth of the living room wraps around both of you immediately. jo kicks off his shoes quickly, still clutching the snack bag like a lifeline, and lets you pull him straight toward the blanket fort.
the second he sits down beside you—so close that your thighs press together under the big shared blanket—the chaos resumes.
yuma flops down dramatically on your other side, resting his chin in his hands like a gossip queen. “so. jojo. be honest. did you rehearse that shirtless mirror selfie? how many takes? did you do the whole ‘one arm behind the head, sultry gaze’ pose?”
jo makes a tiny strangled sound and hides his entire face in your shoulder, burying himself against you. his voice comes out muffled and embarrassed. “yuma-hyung… please…”
harua and taki are already giggling uncontrollably. maki just shakes his head with a fond grin, passing jo a can of soda. “here. hydrate before you spontaneously combust.”
you reach up and gently tug jo’s hood down a little, brushing his messy black hair back a bit. he peeks up at you, cheeks still blazing, but his expression softens the moment your eyes meet.
“i really did bring the melon bread,” he mumbles, offering the plastic bag like a shy little gift. “and the chips…oh—and some strawberry milk because i know you like it cold.”
your heart feels like it’s going to explode.
yuma fake-cries into a pillow. “he even brought snacks. god—he’s so whipped. this is too cute. i’m emotionally damaged.”
harua and maki roll their eyes, quickly nabbing the chips from the bag.
you ignore yuma completely, and lean in closer to jo, your voice soft just for him.
“i’m really happy you’re here, jo” you whisper. “even with all the teasing.”
jo’s hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers trembling slightly as they intertwine with yours. he squeezes once, then doesn’t let go.
the room slowly settles after another round of laughter.
taki suddenly sits up straight, pointing at the tv with wide eyes. “wait—wait—everyone shut up! this is the best part! the ghost is about to appear—shhh!”
the boys instinctively quiet down (even yuma only makes one last dramatic “hmph” before flopping back into the blankets). the horror movie flickers on, casting soft blue light across the blanket fort. everyone snuggles back in, the chaos finally simmering into comfortable background noise.
you wait until the scene ends and the room is calm again. jo is still glued to your side under the big blanket, your fingers loosely intertwined. his thumb keeps brushing nervous little circles over the back of your hand.
you lean in close to his ear and whisper, “jojo…do you want to help me make more popcorn in the kitchen? i think we’re almost out.” you shake the mostly empty bucket.
jo blinks at you, then nods quickly, ears already turning pink again. “y-yeah. i’ll help.”
you both slip out from under the blanket as quietly as possible. yuma’s head pops up like a prairie dog anyway, but maki yanks him back down with a low “let them breathe, yuma.”
the kitchen is just around the corner—dim, warm, and quiet compared to the living room. the fairy lights from the living room barely reach in, leaving everything in soft shadows.
the second you’re alone, you turn to face him.
jo sets the half-empty popcorn bowl on the counter, then just…stands there, looking at you. his short black hair messy from running his hands through it—a nervous habit. his cheeks and ears are still flushed, eyes shiny and nervous and happy all at once.
“i still can’t believe i’m actually here,” he whispers.
you step closer, gently tugging the front of his hoodie. “i can’t believe it either.”
for a moment you both just breathe the same air, hearts hammering. then jo leans in first—slow, shy, almost hesitant—and presses his lips to yours.
it’s soft. sweet. a little clumsy from nerves and leftover soju courage. his hands hover for half a second before settling lightly on your waist, fingers curling into your hoodie like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. you kiss him back, tilting your head, one hand cupping his burning cheek.
when you pull apart, jo’s eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, completely dazed.
“…wow,” he breathes, voice cracking. a shy, giddy smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
you laugh softly, thumb brushing his cheek. “me too.”
he kisses you again—quicker this time, but still so gentle, like he’s savoring every second. his ears are glowing bright red even in the dim kitchen light.
from the living room, you hear yuma’s muffled but dramatic voice: “if they’re making popcorn, why is the microwave not on yet—?”
authors note: this was based off this ask and i loved writing this, so i made it a full post!! writing cute fluff heals something me.. i wish more people would request it ㅠ_ㅠ i hope u all enjoy this sweet piece!
Just thinking about being Fuma and Yuma's good kitty rn
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, poly dynamics, oral (f receiving), headlock, blindfold (yuma), dom Fuma and Yuma, praise, reader gets called 'kitty'
Thinking about Fuma and Yuma whose favourite aphrodisiac is sharing you.
They don’t quite understand what it is about it, the way you fit so gorgeously in between them, a sort of puzzle piece carved just for them. A pretty angel living in between the two demons who’d corrupted her, how poetic it was.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of their colognes, a heavy haze that clung to your skin. You could pick out Yuma’s distinct scent though, he always smelled like camellias in the spring, a stark contrast to the way he could move in between your legs.
You were tucked perfectly between them—a living, breathing puzzle piece that only felt complete when you were being shared, claimed and thoroughly corrupted by their combined hunger.
You sat on Fuma’s lap, your back pressed firmly against the broad, hard expanse of his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. The friction of his clothes against your skin was a tease, but it was the restrictive hold he had on you that made your breath hitch.
Fuma had one of his muscular legs hooked firmly between yours, forcing your thighs wide, pinning you wiiide open and vulnerable for Yuma. Were you really going to fight back against that? Of course not.
After all, you were their good little kitty.
Nevertheless, you squirmed in Fuma's iron hold, trapped and exposed, utterly at their mercy. You could feel every lick, every nibble as Yuma's tongue mapped out your most intimate places.
"Mmm, our naughty kitty is getting impatient, isn't she?" Fuma growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. He tightened the grip on your neck, pulling you back harder against him. "Such a greedy little thing, always hungry for more."
Yuma chuckled darkly between your legs, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I don't think our kitty is in any position to complain, now is she? Not with my face buried in her pretty cunt."
Fuma’s arm wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough to make you feel completely owned, your throat exposed and your senses swirling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through your spine.
"Look at you, kitty," Fuma murmured, his grip tightening slightly. "So desperate for us,”
The feeling of his arm around your neck was getting you drunker by the second but fuckkk did it feel like heaven, hell and purgatory all at once. You could feel the predatory heat radiating from both of them.
Yuma was a ghost of heat and wetness, his world reduced to velvet darkness under the blindfold on his eyes. Without the guidance of sight, he relied on the tremors of your thighs and the sharp gasps escaping your lips to navigate.
He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that felt supernatural. He knew every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending, tracing the map of your pleasure with a slow, agonizing deliberation. You bucked against him, starved of friction, more of that wicked tongue that was driving you mad.
"You're shaking, kitty," Yuma whispered against your soaking wet folds, his hot breath sending shivers racing up your legs. "I can feel how much you want this. I don't even need to see you to know exactly how to break you."
The combination was overwhelming. The crushing security of Fuma’s hold from behind and the relentless, wet friction of Yuma’s tongue below drove you toward the edge. You whimpered, arching your back into Fuma’s chest, your fingers clawing at the sheets.
Fuma chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and pressed his cheek against yours, praising you in a voice dripping with affection and dominance. "That's it, pretty girl. Just take it all. Let Yuma eat every single drop of you."
Yuma shifted his angle, suctioning your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a rapid, rhythmic assault. He had two of his beautiful fingers stuck right in along with his tongue, thick and long digits which were dancing their tango inside of you, caressing every spot that he knew hit you like a cannon in the chest.
"Fuck, look at her soak my fingers," Yuma groaned after long moments of torturous licks. He brought a hand up to your lips, painting them with your own essence. "Taste yourself, little kitty. Taste how fucking sweet you are."
You had no choice but to obey, parting your lips for his probing fingers. You lapped at them like a kitten at a bowl of cream, savoring the musky taste of your own arousal. Your tongue swirled around his skin while Fuma held you tight, both of them basking in the sight of their beautiful, ruined angel.
The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pushing you hurtling towards your climax. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as they drove you relentlessly towards the edge.
"Cum for us, kitty," Fuma demanded, his voice a low growl. "Show us how much you loooove being our plaything."
The tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it back. With a keening cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you.
You gushed all over Yuma's face, soaking him with your release. He just smirked up at you, looking thoroughly debauched.
"Fucking perfect.” He purred, licking his lips.
You collapsed back against Fuma's chest, utterly spent and sated. But you knew this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and your demons had barely begun to play.
The proof? Provided enough when Fuma jutted up into you and the feeling of his hardened cock sent butterflies flying all around you.
Fuma's lips curled into a wicked smirk against your neck as he continued his rough juts up. "Look at you, coming undone so easily for us," he grunted. "Such a good little kitty, so responsive to our touch."
Yuma moved up your body, smearing your juices across your stomach as he went, “Another round, pretty girl?” He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the faint hint of his cologne.
“Ours.” Fuma snarled and bucked harder into you, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, “Our kitty, only ours, yeah?” Fuma grabbed your chin, forcing your head back to bare your throat to his teeth.
Yuma’s beautiful black hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze, “Only for our eyes, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”
Well….
Taki standing outside the door, peeking in from the cracks, the front of his pants and his hand faintly damp, would certainly have something to say about that. Such a sweet kitty you were, he thought.
He just had to join now, didn’t he?”
fin.
A/N: for my beloved Nika @kwnnies she's probably gonna scream at me in the gc ehehehe. Also need everybody to know Jyuugoya started playing in the middle of writing this and i had a physical reaction to my man's voice in the bridge.
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︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ pairing — idol!soobin x fem!reader
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ genre — smau, idol au, fluff, prob crack, angst if you squint, comedy (dying as i am writing)
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ featuring — rest of txt, billlie’s tsuki and svt’s hoshi as y/n bestie, enhypen’s park sunghoon as a cameo and more!
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ warning — may contain anime spoilers, swearing/cursing, y/n is a simp for animated men, please ignore time stamps!!!
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ status — start july 7th, 2024 - end september 17th, 2024
︶︶ ˚ ᡴꪫ tag list — closed
the storyline
o. y/n’s circle — soobin’s circle
i. fan boy mentality
iii. enhypen 1 soobin 0
iv. a tall woman with a fat ass
v. pookie bear
vi. “infatuation”
vii. close the gym
viii. men with dark hair
ix. karma
x. delete his twitter
xi. siri play down bad
xii. tiramisu cake
xiii. bsf approved
xiv. sugar daddy
xv. war is over
xvi. prettiest girl
xvii. friendzoned
xviii. weeb senses were tingling
xix. loser in a hot body
xx. and if he’s ugly, bonus
xxi. more than gojo
xxii. soobin sunk it
xxiii. bless her heart
xxiv. ungrateful brat
xxv. skipped a few chapters
xxvi. bye baby
Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition) | L.MK SMAU
pairing: manager!Mark x fem!volleyball player!Reader
synopsis: Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.
genre: college au, social media au (may contain written parts in the future. maybe), sports au, idiots to lovers, “he fell first, but she fell harder” kinda thing, fluff, comedy, crack treated seriously.
warnings: profanity, dirty/inappropriate/dark humor (dark as in 'kms' 'kys' jokes), may contain some inaccuracies of the sport, Mark is a disaster, Mark is whipped and so is Y/N (they’re so in love it’s kinda gross).
featuring: NCT DREAM, aespa, LE SSERAFIM'S Yunjin and Chaewon. There will also be some random idol appearances.
status: COMPLETE
started: June 5, 2023
completed: August 5, 2023
a/n: this was originally going to be written, but I eventually scrapped that idea and thought it'd be more fun in this format. If this is not your cup of tea, then feel free to click off! I have two written pieces for dream linked on my navigation if you'd like to read something else 💖 but for those who are interested, I hope you'll enjoy this one!
disclaimer: none of this is meant to represent anyone in real life. This is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader (+ second lead mark lee)
genre: comedy, fluff, superhero!au, non idol!au, college!au, some angst, ladybug!reader, chat noir!yeonjun
summary: by day, you’re a regular college student who’s just trying to get her assignments done on time and get your oblivious crush to wake up and finally notice you. but by night, you’re a superhero protecting the city from evil alongside your extremely annoying partner who is obviously infatuated with you. you were great at fighting crime, and always two steps ahead of your enemies. which is why you can’t believe you didn’t see your crush being the man underneath your partner’s mask coming.
characters: txt, stayc’s sieun, skz’s jeongin, nct’s mark, enhypen’s heeseung, choi yena, jo yuri and lots more.
status: complete
warnings: profanity, kys jokes,
* some links are broken, use 🐞.spotson tag to read!
HEAr me out not even an ask just need to let it out HSHSHS fuma who has to collab with an idol but ends up finding out said idol was an AV actress in the past ANDD may or may have not ACCIDENTALLY found her content RRRAHHH always having a field day with perv!fuma
【 18+ 】 tw ──── idol!fuma. . idol!reader, reader was an av actress in the past, brief descriptions of male masturbation, suggestive, kissing, groping. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
✉️: this idea is so so peak...i just had to write it aaaa~~ maybe ill expand on it hehe if thats something u guys wanna see
you were the picture-perfect idol—graceful, sweet on camera, with a voice that could melt hearts and choreography that made fans scream. when the company announced a special collab stage between &team and your group for a major music festival, the buzz was instant. fuma, &team’s main dancer and one of the most composed members, was assigned as your main partner for the couple sections.
he was polite from the very first rehearsal. tall, sharp-eyed, with that quiet intensity that made the air feel thicker whenever he stood close to you. “nice to meet you,” he’d said, bowing slightly, voice low. “let’s make this stage unforgettable.”
practice was professional at first. sweaty, long hours in the mirrored studio. his hand on your waist during the lift, your back against his chest during the slow section. he was careful, almost too careful, never letting his gaze linger. but you caught the way his fingers flexed against your skin just a second longer than the choreography required.
weeks passed. late-night practices turned into shared convenience store runs after midnight. he started teasing you about your coffee order. you started noticing how his eyes softened when he laughed at your dumb jokes. the tension was there—slow, simmering, the kind that builds in the space between words.
then one night everything shifted.
fuma was alone in the dorm, scrolling through old performance videos for reference like he always did when he couldn’t sleep. a fan account had posted a throwback clip of you from years ago, back when you were still training. the thumbnail looked… off. different styling, different name. curiosity got the better of him. he clicked.
it wasn’t a music video.
the girl on the screen was undeniably you—younger, less polished, but the same eyes, same lips, same body line he’d been touching for weeks in rehearsal. the title, the tags… av. adult video. pre-debut work. a different name, a different life.
his stomach dropped. his cock twitched.
he told himself to close the tab. he didn’t.
instead he sat there in the dark, headphones on, watching clip after clip with his hand slowly sliding into his sweats. the way you moaned in those videos was so different from the soft, angelic tone you used on stage. raw. needy. real. he came harder than he had in months—seed soaking into the fabric of his sweats, biting his lip so he wouldn’t make noise, shame and lust twisting together in his chest.
the next day at practice he couldn’t look at you the same.
every time his hand settled on your waist, he remembered how your back had arched in that one scene. every time you smiled at him sweetly, he remembered the way your mouth had looked wrapped around someone else. he was distracted, quieter than usual. you noticed.
“fuma-san… are you okay?” you asked during a break, handing him a water bottle. your fingers brushed. he almost flinched.
“yeah,” he lied, voice a little rough. “just… thinking about the choreography.”
but he kept watching. every night. sometimes he’d tell himself it was the last time. sometimes he’d go searching your old stage name and jerk off to new clips he hadn’t seen yet on sketching websites, hating how much he wanted the girl on screen and the idol in front of him to be the same person.
the slow burn kept building.
you started staying later than the others, just the two of you practicing the intimate partner sections. one night the studio was empty, lights low. the music played softly as you ran the slow section again. his chest pressed to your back, his breath hot against your ear.
“you’re tense today,” you murmured.
his grip on your hips tightened. “am i?”
you turned in his arms. the music kept playing. for a moment neither of you moved.
“i know you found them,” you sighed.
fuma froze.
your voice was calm, almost gentle. “my old stuff. my company did a pretty good job at erasing most of it…but some fans are pretty dedicated…”
his ears burned red. he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
you stepped closer, voice dropping. “you’ve been different ever since. watching me like you’re trying to see both versions at once.”
he swallowed hard. “i… didn’t mean to. i swear i didn’t go looking on purpose at first. but then i couldn’t stop.”
you reached up on your tippy toes and brushed his hair back from his forehead, the same gentle motion fans loved at fan meets.
“i’m not ashamed of it,” you whispered. “it was just work. survival. but the way you look at me now…it’s not just professional anymore, is it?”
fuma’s control finally cracked.
he kissed you like he’d been starving for it—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier. his hands slid down your back, gripping your ass exactly the way he’d imagined while watching those videos. you moaned softly into his mouth, the same sound he’d jerked off to the night before.
he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard.
“i’ve been going fucking crazy,” he confessed, voice low and rough. “every time i touch you in rehearsal i remember how you sound when you’re really feeling it. i feel disgusting for it, but i can’t stop wanting you.”
【 18+ 】 tw ──── futch!fuma. . strap riding, fuu is a bit mean, yapper fuu, talk of pokémon (soz im a nerd) don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you’re straddling fuma’s hips, thighs trembling as you sink down onto the thick strap she’s wearing. the silicone stretches you open so perfectly it makes your breath hitch every single time you take her deeper. her back is against the headboard, one hand resting lazily on your waist while the other presses at buttons on her switch like she’s completely unbothered.
she’s mid-sentence about pokémon, voice low and smooth.
“—so yeah, i was thinking about building a new team. i’ve been really into hisuian typhlosion lately. the ghost typing makes it nasty in doubles, and that overheat animation is just—”
you moan, hips rolling instinctively, and your eyes flutter shut for half a second as the strap drags against that gummy spot inside you.
fuma’s hand tightens on your waist immediately, fingers digging into your skin—without missing a beat in her sentence, she snaps her hips up hard, driving the strap deep and sudden. your eyes fly open with a sharp cry.
“eyes on me, baby,” she says calmly, still sounding like she’s just talking about pokémon strategies. “you close them again and i’ll fuck the focus back into you, yeah?”
you nod quickly, breath shaky as you start moving again—slower this time, trying to stay present.
fuma continues like nothing happened, thumb stroking your skin sweetly.
“anyway, i was thinking of pairing it with a support like indeedee, maybe whimsiscott too—the psychic terrain boost is actually cracked if you—”
another involuntary whimper leaves you when the angle shifts and the strap presses right against your g-spot. your rhythm falters, head tipping forward as your face scrunches up.
fuma doesn’t even pause her sentence. she just thrusts up sharply again—once, twice—forcing you to take every inch while she keeps talking.
“focus,” she murmurs, voice dropping into that dominant tone that makes your stomach flip. “i know it feels good, but you’re gonna listen while i fuck you, okay? tell me what i just said.”
you whimper, trying to steady your voice as you keep riding her. “h-hisuian typhlosion… hah—and indeedee…um—whimsiscott—mmph—psychic terrain…”
“good girl.” she smiles, pleased, and rewards you with a slow, deep roll of her hips that makes you gasp. “now keep going. don’t stop moving.”
her hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as she keeps talking about type matchups and shiny hunting like she isn’t balls-deep inside you, controlling every single bounce of your hips with that calm, teasing dominance.
every time your focus slips—every moan that gets too loud, every time your eyes threaten to close—fuma drives up into you with a sharp, punishing thrust that forces your attention right back to her voice and the way she’s filling you up.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: saw that pic n someone commented why we r on top of her n i immediately imagined riding futch fuu whilst she yaps about pokémon... this was completely self serving hehe
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your roommate yuma is a bit obsessive. today he couldn’t resist that sweet scent of you. the hunger eating at him until it finally released with you.
tags ⸝⸝ roommate yuma, calling you mommy, biting, licking, finishing on your panties, oral receiving, pussy drunk, hair pulling (?), needy yuma, submissive yuma, marking, calling him good boy.
now playing ‹𝟹 kitty kat — beyoncé
your roommate always had an obsession with you.
whether you tried to keep it as just a friendship or gave up and never stopped his pushy neediness… you never expected to catch feelings eventually.
the back of your head is buried deep into the couch cushion, his hands embracing the curves of your hips.
his teeth nipping at the skin of your small, squishy stomach.
slowly moving down, his lips pressing onto the poking pelvic bone before marking the skin hungrily.
“fuck— i can’t stop...” his voice was cracking from his drunken state.
his hands move to the waistband of your shorts, gently tugging them before swiftly pulling them to your ankles.
your damp panties glistening in his hazy vision. the soft whimpers escaping your lips were fueling the growing tightness of his boxers.
one hand moved to toy with the lace of your panties— the other kneading into your plush thighs, slowly creeping to the deep innermost parts.
his sharp jaw relaxing, the long slim fingers of his right hand now rubbing against the fabric of your panties.
you bite down hard on your lip— trying to muffle any last sane part of you, the moans fighting against your throat, almost choking you.
biting down on your lips until the bitter metallic sting your tongue.
slowly bringing the fingers to his mouth, yuma— spreading the sweet wetness of you on his lips. slowly pushing them into his mouth, savoring every last drop of you on his warm tongue.
his saliva strips like strings before slowly wrapping around his fingers.
a low hum escaping his throat, raspy.
“fuck… you’re so sweet.” his moans are barely voluntary.
his nails dig into your inner thighs, the thin of them nearly cutting the flesh. his heavy breath fanning your core. a soft whimper escape you, cupping your mouth.
his panting grew heavier— eyes darkening, his self-control slowly slipping.
his lips tremble, head buried between your legs— his teeth grazing your thighs, moving to deeply bite into your plush thighs.
“oww— fuck that hurts.” hissing as you fist his short black hair.
a small whimper escapes his feasting teeth.
“i’m sorry, mommy— i can’t help it… you’re so soft. …fuck~”
his tongue hungrily licking the dripping wetness leaking from your pussy.
“you’re so wet… i can’t control it.” a small pout plastered his messily soaked lips.the hungry lips on his face now purple— swelling from his uncontrollable thirst.
his fingers that now were covered in his saliva, make their way past the thin fabric of your panties, gently rubbing the throbbing of your clit.
a sharp whine escaped your lips, tears building from the constant teasing. your hips buck forward. “… god please… i can’t take it…”
a snarky smirk on his face, his fingers continuing to tease your wet folds, gliding back and forth, agonizingly slow. his quiet demeanor almost pissing you off.
in a sudden his two fingers slide into you, pumping in painfully fast, your walls tightening about them.
“oww— fuck!” you howl, your fingers digging deeper into the back of his head, that stupid smirk now dropped.
his free hand moves to tear off your panties, fisting them in his hand, his fingers pumping into the deep soft spot— right where it makes your thighs tremble closed.
his heavy breath roughly panting against your sensitive skin. his nose brushes against your hot clit, making your body fold in pleasure.
his fingers pull out, with one clean pop; his tongue vicious— hungry— uncontrollably smashing onto your pussy.
his two large hands palming your thighs, spreading them far apart. the wood frame of the couch digging into your skull, the soft cushion plush against your back, your hand grasping and pulling his head.
your moans sloppy— his tongue working in soft circles. one hand escaping your thighs— reaching for the black panties, pulling them to him.
his eyes dart to you, staring back at you softly, checking for any discomfort.
his hand drops the panties, now dipping into his tented boxers, gently stroking his shape before pulling it out of the waistband, his hard shape slapping against his stomach, the hard tip dripping long wet lines of pre cum, the veins twitching.
he moans against your clit. he lets in a deep inhale before the squeak escaping his mouth as he exhales, his hands jerking his cock; his hardness painfully unsatisfied.
placing soft kisses against your sensitive bud. his hands jerking— roughly stroking his shaft, he groans a mess, his mouth eating you out like a vicious animal. your back arched against him.
your head thrown back, loud whines, thighs fighting to close, trapping him deeper between them. his lone free hand fighting to pin one down.
his eye stinging, tears running down his cheeks from the overstimulating pleasure, roughly jerking himself— aiming to release on your perfectly laid out black panties, his tongue licking at your entrance, lips kissing your clit, your wetness dripping onto his nose and chin.
he mumbles against your pussy, “fuck.. ngh— fuck i’m so close.” you pull his hair, lips chattering.
“cum for me— cum for me like a good boy.” you purred— words slurred, messy, whined too loud.
his body responds, hips bucking, mouth frantically hungry, the wet sounds of you bringing his climax closer.
he couldn’t pull himself together, whole body was weak. his mouth now glued to you, working like a hungry animal on your sensitive plump pussy. swirling his tongue against your lips.
he could feel the twitching of his aroused cock between his clamped hand, messily with each final stroke— his eyes shuddered.
“fuck— fuck— ngh..” his voice cracking at each thrust— his nose buried deep into your wet pussy.
his loud moans make your walls tighten around the emptiness. his tongue playing with your wetness, parting his plump lips— flicking his tongue on your clit. his hunger never satisfied, his mouth having an unsatiated craving.
the force of biting on your lips— now bloodied and bruised, thighs fighting to close, the softness wrapping around his sweaty head.
his cock twitching— throbbing, his mouth messy on your wet folds.
“fuck— ngh… cum for me like a good boy.” your chest quickly rising and falling, your pants turning into groans. the sensitive skin of your inner thighs cupping his ears.
you felt the knot growing heavy in your stomach, your vision blurring as the stars aligned, nearly feeling yourself pass out before you snapped back into reality.
your hips jerking onto his face, the sudden gush of your arousal covering his face, the liquid dripping from his nose, his tongue savoring every last drop, slowly cleaning your messy folds; in a way that only made the experience more euphoric and overstimulating at the same time.
as his tongue worked to clean your slit, his own cock twitched one last time before his thick streams of white cum covered your panties.
yuma’s body collapses into you. vision blurry, eyes glued shut as his hand loosen around his twitching cock.
the moans of his fill you, head buried in between your legs like a bookmark. hips jerking, the hand on your thigh now losing its strength. softly he cry’s a whimpering.
his soft pants slowly die down as he catches his breath, his jaw still half open, the swollen plump lips of his mouth covered in your cum now glisten in the dim lights of your shared apartment.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! if you have any requests or ideas or even just thoughts you’d like to share— my inbox is open atm!!♡
synopsis: red bull junior team prodigy and korea’s national treasure, park jongseong, makes his f1 debut with racing bulls, promising himself he’ll keep his rookie season distraction-free. of course the person who keeps catching his eye every race week wears a badge that reads williams media. not that he’ll flirt with the competition or anything. he’s just… too close to it.
contains: f1-driver!jay, downbad!jay, social media!au, fluff, humor, workplace proximity, secret dating ft. enha's hyung line + ive's gaeul.
warnings: swearing, inappropriate jokes, suggestive content, poor attempts at humor, i’m not an f1 expert, usage of faceclaims for reader, ignore dates and timestamps pls.
status: completed ✷ (10/10/25 - 17/04/26).
01. pretty driver from vcarb.
02. going viral (goes WRONG!)
03. THE drought
04. strictly professional
05. praise kink (wc: 1.1k)
06. ok pinkpantheress
07. why he kinda...
08. uh-uh in it
09. somewhere in the english countryside (wc: 2.8k)
10. how many times????
11. jay saved my dying dog😢
12. champagne-soaked (wc: 1.4k)
13. jaystappen
14. sparkles
15. mama and papa???
16. the lion is struggling
17. when the neighbors confession sounds good asf (wc: 3.9k)
pairing: jake x fem!reader x sunghoon
synopsis: you decide to go to your first college party after two years, and after having to take care of two different drunk men, your college life changes drastically.
genre: social media au (smau), crack, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, love triangle, college au
status: finished! (12/22/2024 - 04/12/2025)
playlist: jake's playlist | sunghoon's playlist
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, little bit polygamic, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, ignore timestamps please!!! it's all crack zero braincells kinda au, reader is jungwon's twin sister, jake and hoon hate each other
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profiles: 1 | 2 | 3
chapters
1. greek god
2. the bro code
3. jungwon's best friend
4. rabbit hole
5. niki from the future
6. she's coming...
7. the aftermath (2.6k words)
8. like a prayer trend
9. werefolf
10. naruto and sasuke are gay
11. thanks sigmund freud
12. bros like to gossip
13. women are dating robots in 2025
14. between two wolves (2k words + 6 screenshots)
15. shawty had them apple bottom jeans
16. the john cena episode
17. TELL ME WHY
18. sigma boy
19. rose bowl
20. hate to mate bowl
21. tom brady and patrick mahomes
22. unspoken desires (5.5 works + 6 screenshots)
23. hungary field trip
24. sunghoon diss track
25. fifa straight male gathering
26. just close the door (1.3k words + 8 screenshots)
27. nikola jokic
28. the super bowl episode (10k words + 10 screenshots
29. tdot
30. travis kelce but he's from japan
31. chateau marmont
32. tax evasion is a victimless crime
33. the premiere (15k words)
34. binding contract with the devil
35. just like tt
36. world war 5 just dropped
37. magnesium the mouse
38. the final chapter (6.7k words + 20 screenshots)
heejama's masterlist 📎
author's note: hey guys! this is my first long smau so i hope you guys like it 🥹 taglist is open, just comment down below or dm me 🤍
synopsis: your girlfriend, Euijoo, needs you while you were at work so she uses the next best thing. (based off this request)
When you left for work this morning, your girlfriend Euijoo, told you that she was staying home today and working on some chores since she had today off. You kindly thanked her and went out the door without suspecting a thing because there was nothing suspicious in the first place, Euijoo is always kind, helpful and reliable.
At first, Euijoo was doing fine. She blasted your shared playlist and started by cleaning this morning’s dishes, humming a familiar tune and grooving to the song while she scrubbed and wiped the dishes. Once that was done she moved to clean around the place, picking up fallen items and returning them back to their rightful places, wiping away the dust off the surfaces or vacuuming around the entire place.
Her focus shifted when she heard a soft ding coming from her phone, discarded somewhere when she was busy cleaning — her legs hurried in carrying her to look for it, a small smile on her rosy lips once she found it. A notification from you flashed on her lockscreen, a text about some update with work and what you’re doing at the moment. The vacuum in her hand was forgotten as she sat on your shared bed, replying to you, her smile unmoved.
Euijoo plopped on her stomach, feet kicking while she kept texting you back and forth then leaving to scroll a little on her socials which was fine until she came across a video that made her squirm around and rub her tights together. The video was two girls — one laid on her stomach, ass up as the other fucked her harshly with a strap, crying and gripping the sheets from sheer pleasure and Euijoo’s thoughts drifted to you.
She imagined how your gentle hands would rest on her back, putting her in position, how good your strap feels splitting her open and filling her to the brim that she could barely breath. Euijoo’s eyes fell on your pillow, calling to her like a siren and she is a weak woman. She was supposed to do your laundry today, she figures she can quickly get herself off before you come home and she could throw your pillowcase in the washing.
Yet, here she was — in a heated embrace, tangled in your shared sheets. Your scent lingers by your side and engulfs her senses, enveloping her like a hug. She buries her head into the mattress, humping the pillow as she groans. “Aah, fuck … just like that, baby,” she can picture your face, how you’d laugh at her or the way you look when she catches you off guard with her honey sweet words and gods, did she love you so much.
"Y-y/n, baby shit!" Euijoo stutters, feverish as sweat covers her glowy skin, the thought of you taking over her mind, images of you sleeping on this pillow — how you look up to her when she wakes you up, your plush lips and the sharp lines of your collarbones, skin that's revealed whenever your shirt gets messed up from sleeping.
She recalls how you always insist on getting close to her; abandoning the meaning of personal space in favor of having your hands always on her hips, tugging her close, even when there’s no justified reason for you to do so.
Euijoo swears she can feel you, the warm ghost of your hands on her hips or your lips against her neck and despite having slept together for so many times, her mind has wandered many times, imagining other ways sex can be with you.
She can almost taste you, can feel your warm laugh, words spoken softly into your ear, encouraging you to keep going. "Awe, did you miss me this much, angel?" you whispered, "I kept you waiting for so long didn’t i? You even went as far as to touch yourself using my pillow, such a desperate little thing… couldn’t even wait for me to come home."
Your lips would pressed against the top of her ear, honey dripping off your tongue and teeth grazing her flush skin. "What have I told you about touching yourself when I'm not here, angel?"
Euijoo continues to imagine you tilting her head, neck craning as your lips lean down to capture her own in a searing kiss. your hand sliding down to grab her ass, massaging it as you moan into her ear sweetly. "B-but, I aah! I couldn’t help myself … Everything felt hot and I needed you but work..." she trails off.
Shivers travelling down her spine and over her body —stomach clenching— her back beautifully arched as her knees nearly give out from how feverish it all feels. Sweat drips down her skin and soaks her light cami, your breaths harsh as your voice breaks in your throat. It's still not enough to satiate her hunger.
Her hand slipping into her pants, sliding below the underwear, as she helplessly paws at her sex. Playing with it, rubbing at it, doing everything in her power to feel pleasure but her need for you grows so much she can’t take it.
She crudely spits, saliva dripping down her tongue to coat her awaiting fingers that move to work her hole wide open in hope of you giving her the strap. "Y-y/n, baby… aaAH!" she moans out slutty in her nature, eyes squeezed shut. "Touch yourself for me. Use those pretty fingers of yours, baby. Just like that, good girl."
Her fingers plunge into her cunt, thighs squeezing shut as she gasps helplessly. Her body thrashes in your bed, head thrown back as her breaths come out in short huffs. After a short while, her phone buzzes with a notification, and her heart leaps into her throat once she sees your name in the display. With a clean hand, she grabs her phone, messily swiping it open.
🧡 My princess 🧡
‘hey, angel. I’ll be home soon!! don't miss me too much :p’ With shaky hands, she can barely type back, her response talking a while.
No worries baby. I’m still cleaning up. I miss u lots see u soon!! 🧡🧡🧡
Little does she know, you were standing right by the doorway, watching her the entire time with a little smirk. “What a show you up on, angel. Breathtaking as always,” you said, stepping into the room. Euijoo yelps in surprise, still face down ass up grinding into your pillow. ‘B-baby, you’re home early!” she stuttered trying to get up but the hand on her back stopped her, locking her in place.
“Don’t move and stop grinding my pillow like a puppy in heat,” you commanded but her body didn’t listen, hips still thrusting into the foam of your pillow in need. “I-i can’t help it — mmh, fuck I’m so close, baby,” her face buried into the sheets as she kept rutting, releasing all over the fabric between her legs.
You move to stand behind her and watch as she writhes and pushes trying to get any contact with you but you keep dyeing her before she can feel you, “what a naughty puppy you are, cumming all over my pillow when i told you not to,” tone sharp, making Euijoo wither in both fear and want. “I-I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry I won’t do it again!”
Your hands ghosting down her back, tracing her spine and she arches down further and further to your touch. “Hmm, not sure about that, puppy. ‘Think I need to punish you…” and she whines loudly, "I'll promise to be a good girl for you, baby please!” You hand end up at her back, holding her but not doing anything else with your other free hand.
“Please baby, i need you so bad” she whines, Your eyes bore into her figure, watching and waiting as she attempts to push back onto you and you let her, “You seemed just fine with humping my pillow, pup.” Euijoo rolls her hips against you trying to create as much friction as possible just to feel something. And she does. Your fingers.
It gets her even wetter and more desperate for you as she starts pushing back even harder. You start slow, slipping a finger in and fucking it into her sopping cunt, moving so your thumb can find her clit and rubbing it in harsh circles, making her throw her head back “you know i can take it, please baby”
Your hand runs up and down her back and she basically fucks herself onto your finger like needy puppy in heat and you slowly fill her up so when you slipped in your second finger then the third, pumping in and out of her harshly. Pleads fall off her lips mellifluously, begging with that sweet desperation in her voice that you adored. “you fill me up so good like you always do, baby,”
“Feel that, angel? Feel how good you’re taking me even when I'm stuffing you full of my fingers?” she nods mindlessly, face mushed into the sheet staining them with her drool and tears, her grip on the fabric tightening. “You’re doing so well, puppy” leaning down and pressing a kiss to her hair, “Taking your punishment so well, such a good puppy.” Feeling her start to build with the way her breathing changes, hips shifting a little more deliberately now.
It’s so soft, so warm the way you handle her body, “There’s my good puppy” keeping the pace of your fingers a little steadier and you feel her get close. Euijoo’s shaking against your touch, fucking herself back into your fingers greedily.
“Cum on my fingers, puppy.” whispered into her hair, and she moans so loudly, feeling her tip over, losing control of everything as she came all over your fingers and dripped down her thighs and into the sheets, thighs shaking but your steady hold kept her up. “So good, puppy” you cooed at her lovingly.
“You did perfectly, baby, took your punishment so well,” and she beamed under your praise, flashing you her sweet smile, “Thank you,” she said, your lips pressing kisses to her hair, all over her face then her lips — your gentle hands rubbing her back before laying down and pulling her into your tight embrace.
winning back a bad bitch is harder than losing one- jay edition.
desperate ex!jay x reader. stupid shit. super suggestive. funny. readers petty but in denial! decided to make this a series for all members, heres hee's. hoon's. jake's. won's so far!
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