Imagines || shows and movies characters x reader

Wet dream || Zoey [K-pop demon hunters]

Zoey finally had a day off from HUNTR/X rehearsals, a rare break from the grueling schedule of perfecting choreography and syncing vocals for their demon-slaying K-pop performances. She woke up in her shared house, stretching lazily in bed, her mood buoyant. The sunlight streamed through her window, promising a day of freedom. She grabbed her phone, expecting a flood of notifications, but instead saw a message from Bobby, their group's resident strategist for defeating Gwi-Ma, the demonic entity they were training to confront.

Yo, can't make it to study today. Got a fever or some shit. Also, check this out—someone used our song in a porn vid, lmao. Here's the link:  https://justthegays.com/video/124243-austin-fucks-a-young-college-stud-and-jerks-him-off-austin-wolf-072519/

Below the message, he added: Not coming today, sorry. Catch you later.

Zoey rolled her eyes, muttering, "Classy,"  With Bobby out, it'd just be her and Y/n, her friend and fellow HUNTR/X member. A flutter of nerves hit her, but she shook it off, slipping out of her pajamas and into a fitted red long-sleeved top, jeans, and her favorite black jacket. She grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.

Rumi, her housemate and HUNTR/X bandmate, was in the kitchen, humming one of their tracks while pouring orange juice and setting out a croissant. "Morning, Zoey!" she chirped, sliding the breakfast toward her.

"Thanks, Rumi," Zoey said, scarfing down the food. She rinsed her plate, brushed her teeth, and waved goodbye before stepping out into the city. The streets buzzed with life, vibrant and chaotic, but Zoey's mind was on the project—and maybe a little on Y/n.

Meanwhile, Y/n was prepping her room for their study session. Her phone buzzed on the bed, and she saw Bobby's message about canceling. A pang of nervous excitement hit her—it'd just be her and Zoey now. She tidied up, shoving notebooks and Gwi-Ma research texts into place, trying to ignore the slight heat creeping up her neck at the thought of being alone with Zoey.

When Zoey arrived, she marveled at Y/n's place, her eyes wide as she took in the sleek decor. "Damn, Y/n, this is nice!" she said, grinning as she crossed to the window. "What a view!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Y/n couldn't help but smile, watching Zoey's excitement light up the room.

"Yeah, it's cool," Y/n said, sitting on the bed. "Let's get started, though." They dove into the project, poring over ancient texts and HUNTR/X's tactical notes on Gwi-Ma. Hours passed in a blur of discussion and scribbled diagrams.

"Done!" Zoey exclaimed, tossing her pen down with a triumphant grin. "That was faster than I expected."

Y/n laughed softly. "Yeah, you're not as useless at this as you pretend to be."

Zoey smirked, nudging her. "It's still early. Got plans?"

Y/n hesitated, then said, "Wanna check out that psychic's show downtown? I heard she's legit."

Zoey snorted. "Bullshit. You really believe her predictions?"

"She called Justin and Selena getting back together in 2026," Y/n shot back, crossing her arms. "That's some real foresight."

Zoey sighed dramatically, flopping back on the bed. "Fine, I love them together. My Wattpad fanfic about them has, like, 60,000 reads, you know." She grinned, proud. "But a psychic? Really?"

Y/n shrugged, smirking. "Humor me."

They decided to take a break and grab snacks. Y/n headed to the kitchen for popcorn and soda, leaving Zoey to scroll through her phone. When Y/n returned, they settled in, chatting over the hum of the TV playing some random drama in the background. Halfway through, Y/n excused herself to the bathroom, but as she stepped back into the room, she tripped over a stray cable, stumbling right into Zoey.

Y/n landed on top of Zoey, their bodies pressed close, legs tangled. Zoey's face flushed, her breath catching as their eyes locked. Y/n stammered an apology, but before she could pull away, Zoey's hands cupped her face, pulling her into a shy, tentative kiss. The air thickened, charged with unspoken tension.

Y/n's lips parted, and she kissed back, deeper, hungrier. Zoey's hands slid to Y/n's shoulders, gripping tightly as Y/n's mouth trailed to her neck, kissing and nipping, leaving faint marks on Zoey's skin. Zoey's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping.

"Y/n..." Zoey murmured, her voice shaky with want. Y/n didn't need more encouragement. Her hands slipped under Zoey's shirt, tracing warm skin, eliciting another moan. With a teasing grin, Y/n tugged Zoey's shirt off, tossing it aside. She noticed Zoey's quickened breathing, the way her body arched slightly under her touch.

Y/n's fingers brushed lower, finding the waistband of Zoey's jeans. She paused, meeting Zoey's gaze for permission. Zoey nodded, biting her lip. Y/n unbuttoned the jeans, sliding them down, and reached for the strap-on she kept in her drawer—a little secret she hadn't shared with Zoey before. Zoey's eyes widened, but a smirk played on her lips.

"You're full of surprises," Zoey muttered, voice husky.

Y/n grinned, securing the strap-on. "I'll be careful," she promised, her tone soft but teasing. She leaned in, kissing Zoey deeply as she positioned herself. Zoey gasped as Y/n moved slowly, deliberately, letting her adjust. "You good?" Y/n whispered.

"More than good," Zoey breathed, her hands gripping Y/n's hips. Y/n began to move, finding a rhythm, each thrust drawing soft moans from Zoey. The room filled with their shared breaths, the heat between them building until—

"Y/n!" Zoey's voice snapped her out of it. Y/n blinked, disoriented, realizing she was still on the bed, the TV droning in the background. Zoey was staring at her, brows furrowed with concern. "You okay? You zoned out and started mumbling my name."

Y/n's face burned, her pants uncomfortably damp from the vivid fantasy she'd just had. "I... uh... fell asleep," she stammered, mortified. "What'd I say?"

Zoey tilted her head, skeptical. "Just my name, some weird noises. What were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing!" Y/n said too quickly, her voice high-pitched. Zoey raised an eyebrow but didn't push.

"I gotta head out," Zoey said, grabbing her backpack. "See you at rehearsal." She flashed a smile, oblivious to Y/n's flustered state, and headed for the door.

Y/n nodded, muttering a goodbye, her heart still racing. As Zoey left, Y/n glanced out the window and froze—Mira, Zoey's sister and her own nosy sibling, was perched outside, snickering at her phone while watching sex joke memes. Had she seen anything? Y/n's stomach dropped.

"Mira, what the hell!" Y/n hissed, yanking the curtain shut.

Mira cackled, waving her phone. "Chill, I'm just vibing with these memes. You're the one looking like you need a cold shower!"

Y/n groaned, sliding down against the door, her damp pants a humiliating reminder of her daydream. "How embarrassing," she muttered, burying her face in her hands.