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touch me where it's sore (I miss you, I miss you) by sapphicrosti
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
01 Sep 2025
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“Hi.”
The single word, low and familiar, traveled through the phone and wrapped around Rumi like a physical touch. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding, a heavy, relieved sigh that fogged the quiet air of her sterile hotel room. She hated this part. She hated the way travel always pulled her out of herself, even when she loved the work. Even when being on stage, under lights, singing until her lungs burned, was the most fulfilling thing she could imagine, there was always this if she was alone — the hotel room after. The emptiness. The sterile smell of laundry detergent baked into the sheets. The way the city outside the window hummed with life while she lay there in silence, counting the minutes.
This one, a two-day photoshoot in Tokyo for a high-end clothing campaign, was the kind of work she’d once dreamed of — fulfilling, prestigious, the kind of thing that solidified HUNTR/X’s status not just as idols, but as icons.
She loved it.
And she hated it.
OR
Polytrix sex call one shot.
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The silence stretched, charged, until Mira finally broke it with a low murmur.
“You know,” she said, eyes fixed on Rumi’s, “you’re a lot more dangerous off the track than on it.”
Rumi’s pulse skipped. “Dangerous?”
“Yeah.” Mira’s lips curved faintly. “You make it hard to look away.”
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Street racers Rumi and Mira find something they're not expecting amongst the adrenaline, gasoline, and burnt rubber.
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05 Mar 2026
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Once the heat fades, there’s no script left to follow.
They didn’t plan for forever.
They barely planned for tomorrow.
The bar was low.
But clearing it still takes work.
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- Part 2 of The bar is low and yet...
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A sudden, timid knock at her door tore her thoughts away from her slight internal panic.
“C-come in,” Mira quickly stood from her chair, fixing her shirt as she rose, and cleared her throat.
The door swung open slowly. Slow enough that Mira thought someone had somehow put a slow motion filter on her life. As it moved inch by inch, Mira’s nose was assaulted by the singular most mouth-watering scent she’d smelt in years…or ever.
Rain lilies and jasmine permeated Mira’s office, powerful enough that she found herself gripping the edge of her desk to desperately try and grasp the already taunt wire of control that somehow was slowly slipping through her fingers. Rumi’s scent was sweet and wrapped around Mira in an unknowing vice that threatened to bring her to her knees.
An omega.
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CEO Mira is in desperate need of a personal assistant and Rumi is in need of a job.
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Not that she had applied for a transfer purely to increase her chances of getting laid, but her time at private university had been pretty stifling in more than a couple of ways. Between not being able to study what she wanted (fashion design and marketing) and her old roommate (homophobic), Mira had found her best option was to piss off her parents (nothing new) and enroll elsewhere for her second year.
In any case, she had just spent all night at the orientation mixer hitting on a girl who turned out to be straight, and now she’s in bed, alone, still a little buzzed from the free beer, convinced that everyone on campus is getting laid tonight except for her.
So. Laptop out, headphones on out of habit, Mira tipsily browses for some porn.
pathetic lonely lovergirl Mira spends several months watching two faceless strangers on the internet having soft, giggly, intimate sex and becomes utterly smitten. what might happen if she coincidentally became friends with them irl? (threesomes. threesomes is what happens) aka the zoerumi camgirl au