#justb x reader

[jihorny]

i’m speaking to the literal void here but if i wrote a silly little geonu x reader x doyum threesome would anyone be interested. based largely on this tweet

[justbloving]

don’t talk to him, talk to me (pt. 1)

jealous sangwoo x fan reader

cw: jealousy, possessive behavior, very lowkey stalking (but it’s not dark), swearing, no smut, SLOW BURN for future parts

a/n: this is in no way depicting sangwoo (or justb) in real life. this is fiction. made by a fan. fanfiction. if any of the members expressed discomfort, this whole account would be deleted.

sangwoo was genuinely pissed off.

he never gets pissed, to be honest. sangwoo prides himself on being easygoing and unserious; always going with the flow and laughing along to everything. the other day, siwoo took his wired earphones without asking, and sangwoo shrugged and walked around town rawdogging it…(aka, no music). when geonu took photos of him naked in the shower, with his hair spiked ridiculously from the shampoo, and sent it to the group chat, sangwoo grinned and sent ㅋㅋㅋㅋ back.

one thing sangwoo didn’t find funny was his fans liking other members. and to make it even worse, his fans liking the stylist, ipega.

one thing the members would do once a month was sit around in their dorm and scroll through onlyb selca day tweets. the members would log into their burner accounts and privately like all their fans selfies, posed with themselves. the members all loved onlyb so much, and they enjoyed seeing their pretty fans whenever they could.

sangwoo was sitting on the edge of the couch, man spreading and slouching so deep into the cushions that he almost fused into it. he held his phone with both hands, thumbing through the hashtag and liking all their selfies from his fans. he liked seeing his thousands of girlfriends tweet about how much they liked him…it made his chest warm and his eyes light up.

he quickly found you, a pretty active onlyb that has participated in almost every obsd for the past year, and he felt the edge of his lip quirk up. you were absolutely stunning to him, and he had often scrolled through your page when bored. (that wasn’t weird, was it?) he liked how he was your ult bias and how you loved justb so much. he enjoyed how you talked about their discography and how you admired their creativity. he felt seen.

after coming across your selca submission of the month, sangwoo didn’t hesitate to press on your profile and start scrolling again. normally he’d wait ‘til he was alone to stalk onlyb, but he didn’t care. that was his thing…not really caring about anything too much.

he was expecting to see your usual tweets about him; how good he looked in his video on fromm last night. how excited you were for tour. how his new hair color was so pretty. or maybe if he got lucky, he’d see more selfies of you, with your pretty eyes and smile (which he’d secretly bookmark for later).

imagine the complete shock that overcame him at the sight of your most recent tweet: “ipega is so pretty, i want him”

his blood ran cold, and his finger froze hovering above the screen. over 100 likes. where the hell did this come from?

sangwoo instantly remembered all the eyes that followed ipega when he exited the car with them on their last tour. he remembers seeing your tweet about the mysterious ginger haired man following them and how he was “so fine”. sangwoo hadn’t really cared at the time.

but this pissed him off to a level he wasn’t expecting. maybe it’s because your selca this time was especially pretty. maybe because sangwoo regularly stalked you looked at your content now, and he had associated your account with him. had associated you with him. in other words, you were his, no?

your friends were hyping you up in the comments, “you and ipega would lowkey be cute” “he keeps replying to you, i think he wants you” “girl ik, you should shoot your shot”

what the fuck. keeps replying?

you had been messaging ipega? sangwoo exited twitter with an urgent speed and pulled up his messaging app. he pulled up his messages with ipega and began typing before his brain could catch up with him,

“hey bro, do you ever message onlyb?”

he anxiously waited for a response and nibbled on his cuticle, his skin tearing a bit under his teeth. he wasn’t sure why he was so anxious. sangwoo was scared about what ipega would say.

a minute later, ipega replied, “yo, not really, lol, i just reply to some if they compliment me. but it doesn’t happen often”.

sangwoo typed back quickly, “do u know any of their names?”

ipega sent back “??”

sangwoo felt stupid. agitated. jealous. his jaw was tense and he vaguely heard geonu calling his name from the other end of the couch.

“is one of their names ____?” sangwoo typed, not hesitating a bit.

sangwoo felt someone shake his shoulder and he almost dropped his phone. at some point, he stopped slouching and had ended up leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hair covering his eyes and partially his phone due to the close distance.

“dude, are you good? we’ve been calling your name but you’re so locked in on your phone. what happened?” siwoo asked, hand hovering near sangwoos shoulder.

sangwoo blinked, now noticing how dry his eyes were, and he felt slightly embarrassed at the sight of all 5 of his members staring at him in concern.

“yeah, no, it’s fine i’m just texting,” sangwoo said, fingers itching to turn his phone on and check his messages.

the members just kind of gave him a suspicious look but then bain gasped at a diva selca post and all the attention turned away from the maknae.

relieved and anxious at the same time, sangwoo turned on his phone and tapped open his messages. ipega had responded,

“oh yeah, she’s like the only one i really reply to. she’s cute, right? ㅎㅎ“

his heart dropped to his ass.

sangwoo stared at those words until they blurred.

she's cute, right?

he closed his phone so fast, his finger almost slipped off the power button. he set it face-down on his thigh and stared at the wall across the dorm, jaw tensed silently. the computer was on. bain was saying something about the selca girl's makeup. geonu was agreeing. the sounds reached sangwoo like they were underwater.

she's cute, right?

like ipega had any business deciding that. like that was his thing to notice.

sangwoo picked his phone back up.

"she's my fan, did you know?" he typed. deleted it because it was kind of weird.

"just wondering, she tweets about me a lot and sometimes tweets about you." sent.

"ah lol okay. she's sweet tho, talks to me sometimes. why, u know her?" ipega replied.

sangwoo's eye twitched. talks to me sometimes.

he thought about your twitter. he thought about how many times he'd gone through your page in the past few months: more than he'd like to admit, more than he even noticed until just this moment. he had recognized the way you wrote. the way you typed in all uppercase when you were excited, the specific tone you always used when you posted about him.

and now ipega was sitting somewhere saying “she's sweet tho” like he knew you or had any claim to that assessment.

"nah," sangwoo typed back. "just saw one of her recent tweets."

he set his phone down again and dragged both hands down his face, pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw static.

the thing was, and this is the part that would genuinely disturb him if he thought about it too hard, sangwoo had actively been scrolling through your content daily for months. if not daily, every other day.

he didn't think that was strange. he thought about it for approximately zero seconds and decided it wasn't strange at all.

what was strange was you.

going around telling your little friends you wanted ipega. repying to his stories. talking to him sometimes. sangwoo pulled your twitter back up on his burner and scrolled to around december. god, he hated that he could even estimate the month. and he found it. you had screenshotted your dms with ipega where you had replied to his story, “your style is so fire, plz style meee” and ipega had hearted it and replied, “thank you!!”. just that. your tweet was captioned “ipega replied to me omg!” this must’ve been the start. he hadn’t thought too hard about it at first but now…

this is fine, he thought, very calmly, in the way a person thinks something is fine when it is absolutely not fine. this is normal. fans can talk to stylists.

but ipega had called you cute. and your friends were saying you'd be cute together, and sangwoo found himself feeling more upset than he has in a long time. and sangwoo doesn’t get upset. not like this.

[talkingsaxy]

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[pandacherryblossoms]

♡⊹₊˚ Overstimulation with Just B ₊˚⊹♡

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Overstimulation, Rough fingering and Oral sex, Edging, Dominance/Submission dynamics, Light restraint (e.g., wrist pinning), Possessiveness, Degradation/Praise

Lim Jimin – “You Can’t Run, Baby.”

Your thighs are trembling, soaked, overstimulated—but Jimin’s mouth is still locked between them like he hasn’t had enough. And maybe he hasn’t. Maybe he never will.

“Jimin—fuck—wait—” you gasp, trying to twist away as your third orgasm crashes through you, but he grabs your hips and yanks you right back to his face.

“Don’t even try it,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “You don’t get to tap out. Not yet.”

His tongue drags slow and heavy over your clit, and your body jolts. Your hands push at his shoulders, but he’s strong—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch. Just groans against you and slides two fingers back in, curling hard and deep.

You cry out, legs kicking, but he loves it. He wants you like this—shaky, soaked, squirming, begging him to stop while your body begs for more.

“You can say ‘no,’ baby,” he smirks, looking up at you, lips shiny, eyes dark. “But this pussy says yes every time.”

You’re dripping down his wrist. You can barely breathe. Your thighs snap shut and he shoves them open again.

“Give me one more,” he says, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Then another. And another.”

And when you try to pull away again, he wraps an arm around your waist and pins you down completely.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Geonu – “You Don’t Get to Say No.”

The second Geonu gets a grip on you, you’re already at his mercy. He pulls you close, breath hot against your ear as his fingers slip between your legs, tracing the outline of your core before slamming two fingers inside. No warning. No mercy.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growls, thrusting in deep. “Wanted me to fuck you until you forget your own name?”

You gasp, arching up into him, but he slaps your thigh, pinning you back to the bed. “No. You stay fucking still.”

You want to squirm, to move, but his grip on your body is unyielding. His fingers pound into you relentlessly, faster, deeper with every stroke. His thumb starts working circles around your clit, making your body tremble with every touch.

“You’re mine now,” Geonu whispers against your lips, smiling as he watches you writhe beneath him. His pace doesn’t slow. “And you’re not getting away. Not until you cum for me again.”

You try to push him away, reaching down to stop him, but he only grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He’s staring at you like he knows exactly what you need, and he’s going to take everything he wants from you, whether you can handle it or not.

“Don’t even think about tapping out,” he warns, voice low and demanding. “I’ll make sure you keep coming until I say otherwise.”

And just when you think you might pass out, he hits that sweet spot again, his fingers curling deep inside you as his thumb presses harder against your clit. You can’t hold back the scream as you come—hard. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down.

“Again,” he demands, his thrusts quickening, his body moving against yours like it’s nothing. “Give me another.”

Bain – “You’re Not Getting Away From Me.”

Bain’s hands don’t let you move. They’re everywhere—gripping your thighs, holding your hips down, making sure you can’t escape him. He doesn’t need to be rough, just relentless. His fingers slip inside without warning, and the pace is unyielding—slow, deep, and then suddenly fast.

“Can’t run from me, can you?” he says with that damn smirk. His thumb is moving against your clit in tight, controlled circles, while his other hand keeps you pressed down, your body twitching under the constant barrage.

Every time you think it’s too much, he pulls you right back to the edge, never giving you the chance to catch your breath. You’re overstimulated—each touch, each movement, sending sparks through your body that you can’t escape.

“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers, lips grazing your stomach as his fingers move faster, making your body quiver uncontrollably. The pleasure is overwhelming—too much and not enough at the same time.

When you try to push him away, to beg him to stop, he just holds you tighter. His pace doesn’t falter. The only thing he’s interested in is pushing you further, until you can’t even remember what ‘tapping out’ means anymore.

“I told you,” Bain growls, “you’re not going anywhere. I’ll keep you on edge until you break.”

Siwoo – “I Want to Hear You Beg.”

Siwoo’s eyes lock onto yours, his gaze heavy, as he takes his time, slowly pushing inside you. He doesn’t rush. There’s no hurry. You can feel him fill you up—inch by inch—as he watches you squirm beneath him, your body already betraying you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, voice deep and smooth. His movements are deliberate, every thrust slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him. He holds your wrists above your head, pinning you in place while his fingers toy with your clit, teasing, pulling every reaction out of you.

The pleasure builds steadily, rising like a wave that never quite crashes. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls back slightly, leaving you right on the edge. You whine for him, desperate for more, but he makes you wait.

“Beg for it,” Siwoo commands, voice low, stroking your clit in slow, maddening circles. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

You moan, begging, your voice cracking from the intensity, but he’s not done with you. He keeps you hovering right there, almost falling over the edge, over and over again, until you’re shaking from need.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “Not until I say so.”

And when he finally gives in, thrusting deep and fast, his name tears from your throat as your orgasm hits—explosive, overwhelming—but he doesn’t slow. He keeps going, pace brutal, making your whole body twitch beneath him.

“Again,” he pants against your lips. “You’re not done.”

Doyum – “You Don’t Get to Escape.”

The moment Doyum touches you, it’s like your body forgets how to resist. There’s no hesitation—just need. His hands grip your thighs tight, and his fingers slide inside you without warning, deep and ruthless from the start.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. His pace is merciless—thrusting his fingers so deep your legs are shaking almost instantly. He watches your face twist, drinks in every gasp and cry like he owns them.

“You think you can just tap out now?” Doyum smirks, leaning in closer. “No, baby. You’re gonna take it.”

Your back arches, hands grabbing at him, but he presses you flat, adding pressure to your clit with his thumb. The rhythm is relentless—building faster and faster until you’re convulsing under his touch.

You try to warn him, tell him it’s too much, but he catches your wrists and pins them down, smirking.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “You cum again. Right now.”

And you do—helpless, your entire body trembling. But Doyum doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, faster, deeper, dragging you into another wave without letting you come down from the first.

“I’m not done with you,” he growls, pressing a kiss to your neck. “You’re mine until you can’t even think straight.”

Sangwoo – “I’m Gonna Ruin You.”

Sangwoo doesn’t rush. He makes you feel every second. He gets you exactly where he wants you—flat on your back, soaked, aching, and trembling from his tongue alone.

He kisses your thighs like they’re sacred, like you’re something he’s worshipping. Then his mouth finds your clit, and everything else falls away.

He starts slow—tongue flicking gently, then deeper, sucking, licking, switching up the rhythm just enough to keep you guessing. Your back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around his head, but he shoves them back open with ease, pinning you in place.

“Uh-uh,” he hums, mouth sticky against you. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You try to warn him, to gasp out that it’s too much—but he slides two fingers in before the words leave your mouth, curling them just right, dragging them in and out while he devours you like a meal he’s been waiting all day for.

“You already came?” Sangwoo asks, smirking against your skin. “Good. Now give me another.”

You’re twitching, overstimulated to the point of tears, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers go harder, his tongue faster, and your body gives out beneath him—jerking with a second orgasm that knocks the air from your lungs.

Still, he doesn’t stop.

“One more,” he breathes, eyes locked on you. “I’m gonna ruin you, baby. I want you fucked out and crying my name.”

And he gets exactly what he wants.

[malak41]

hey guys so i’m writing a Siwoo fic rn but i don’t really have an idea of what to write tbh

i’ve started it as a crush turns into friends with benefits sort of thing but now i’m stuck and don’t know what to write

any ideas?????? help me pls

[kikisfiles]

Also guysss i would LOVEEE to take in reaquest for following boy groups!! (I‘m a minor i‘m not taking smut requests)

- &team

- ampers& one

- ateez

- boynextdoor

- bts

- cortis (obv)

- enhypen (ot7)

- justb

- lngshot

- monsta x

- nct (all units + not 100% sure about mark given the recent controversity)

- nexz

- p1harmony

- pow

- riize

- seventeen

- shinee

- stray kids

- tws

- txt

- zb1 (ot9)

[wonbinsgirl]

where are all the justb smut 💔 god forbid a girl wants to read some REAL good siwoo smut 💔💔

[kyungmintws]

hi taking requests for all and any kpop boy groups and nugu groups can do smut or fluff! i stan all bgs💜