— BF!JUHOON
✴︎ in which you’re dating kim juhoon
✴︎ including fluff, smau, overuse of the word baby idc it’s cute when ur in love
✴︎ about idol!juhoon x fem!reader
Mike Driver

shark vs the universe

ellievsbear
taylor price
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Love Begins
RMH
KIROKAZE
Stranger Things
Xuebing Du
Three Goblin Art
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@coershawty
— BF!JUHOON
✴︎ in which you’re dating kim juhoon
✴︎ including fluff, smau, overuse of the word baby idc it’s cute when ur in love
✴︎ about idol!juhoon x fem!reader

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𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘚𝘓
𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘚𝘓
i get cuteness aggression whenever I look at martin
𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬
A Martin FanFic
a/n: if you don't know the story behind 1000 origami cranes, I suggest you go look it up before reading this pairing: martin edwards x fem!reader summary: recently diagnosed with als, reader is constantly hospital bedridden with no family to accompany her until an abnormally tall boy walks into her life. idea by @blueeyedsiren warnings: angst, mentions of death, depression, broken hearts, swearing
You sigh as you toss your phone down. You just received a message from your brother, Seonghyeon, saying he couldn't make it because his boss is making him work overtime. That was his excuse last time. If he didn't want to see you, he could just say that. Your parents passed away a few years ago in a terrible car crash on their way back from vacation. Your grandparents were long dead. This left you with no family to visit.
The day passes painstakingly slow. Doctors come in from time to time to give you meds or draw blood. Sometimes the doctor will even miss the vein and leave a bruise. It's been this way for a couple weeks now.
You pick your phone up with your lesser bruised arm and continue your research on different cultures and their beliefs. This has always been an interest of yours for years and it kept your mind at ease despite all the beeping machines. As you scroll, your eyes land on an unfamiliar word, "senbazuru."
"Senbazuru means one thousand cranes," you read. "In Japan, the crane is considered mystical or holy, and historically, paper cranes were offered to shrines and temples by those who sought blessings. The advent of origami allowed the tradition to spread beyond votive offerings to become a broader phenomenon, which grew into the creation of one thousand origami cranes - one for each year the animal was said to have lived."
"Interesting," you whisper to yourself. You've researched a ton of beliefs but have never come across this. It must have awoken something in your brain because you suddenly have the urge to make one thousand origami cranes. The only issue, you don't have origami paper...or the skill.

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Meddle About
Juhoon x reader: Just tooth rotting fluff, written for and idea by @coershawty warnings: swearing
Laughing, you left the bus waving to your friends. It was so hard to get together with Zoe and Dakota since you moved but you’d finally managed to find a day that worked for all of you to meet up. As the bus pulled away you began to feel the loneliness tugging at you once again that had been temporarily forgotten. It had been tough moving for your mom’s new job and she was hardly at home anymore.
You sat down on the bench and waiting for your mom who’d promised to pick you up from the bus stop but was running late with work. You fumbled through your pockets searching for your earbuds and swore loudly when you realized you’d left them on the charger at home. “Fuck! How did I forget those things. I told myself those damn AirPods should be in my pockets before I left.” You yelled, a way of venting your frustration since no one seemed to be around waiting for the next bus. A person chuckled behind you and you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Whoa, all this over AirPods? Are they that important?” You clutched at your chest and turned to find a boy about your age grinning at you in clear amusement. He was rather pretty you noticed, and wearing pair of wired earbuds with one bud still in his ear and the other held in his right hand. He extended the right earbud to you. “You can listen to my music if you can’t live without it. At least until my bus comes.” A smile pulled at his lips like he was still trying not to laugh at your earlier outburst.
Now that you could really look at him you could tell he was even prettier than you originally thought. Brown curly hair and soft features and long eyelashes. “Um, thank you.” He may be a stranger but he was about as unthreatening as you could get. And you really didn’t want to wait for your mom without music. Whenever she said she would be fifteen minutes late you could always count on her being a half hour late.
He slid onto the bench next to you and your knees bumped. “Here,” he handed the bud to you. “I’m not changing the music if you don’t like it so you better have good taste.” He smiled as he spoke though and you weren’t too worried. “Daniel Caesar?” You asked after a minute, and he grinned wide enough to outshine the sun. “I knew I had a good feeling about you!” What’s your favorite?” “Moon I think?” “Oh you do have good taste!” The boy seemed to love talking about the artists and songs he loved. He kept giving recommendations and you did your best to make a mental note of all of them. Time passed by without either of you noticing.
“…Oh, do you listen to Chase Atlantic? They’re a really good band,” the boy talked on happily. “Meddle About’s my favorite of theirs.” He gave the impression of someone who was rather shy but the floodgates came bursting open when a particular topic was mentioned. He was soft spoken and would talk slowly sometimes as if he was giving careful thought to everything he said. It suddenly suddenly struck you that you hadn’t asked his name or told him yours.
“Oh by the way, my name is—“
The screech of the bus pulling in interrupted you with a squeal of tires.
“I’ve got to go,” he said regretfully and you were handing back his earbud carefully as you thought of how to ask for his number when you heard a car repeatedly honking. You turned, and realized it was your mom who’d pulled into the nearby parking lot.
“You getting on? I’ve got a schedule to keep,” the bus driver yelled. “Coming,” the boy shouted. “It was great meeting you,” he said flashing you a smile like the sun was shining down on you. The car horn honked again and the bus driver yelled that he had to make the next stop. The bus doors started to shut and he took off running to make the bus yelling “Bye!” as he went.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” You yelled after him but he was already too far to hear. The car horn honked again and you knew your mom was getting frustrated so you turned and left the bus stop with a pain in your chest.
The next you decide to go to the bus stop again after school and the same time you’d been there before. You didn’t have anywhere to go and honestly no reason to be anywhere near the bus stop in general. But a small part of you hoped you’d see the pretty boy with the bright smile again even though there was no real possibility of it. He was probably long gone and maybe he didn’t even live around here.
You pulled your AirPods out, you’d actually remembered them this time. As you scrolled through your liked songs you remembered him saying Meddle About was his favorite Chase Atlantic song. You listened to the electric guitar play in your ears as you walked across the town to the bus stop. A familiar curly head peaked over the bench and a grin spread across your face as you came up behind him.
“No earbuds today?” You asked and he jumped. He turned and when he realized it was you broke out into a smile. “Forgot them today.” “Lucky for you I remembered mine,” you said holding out an AirPod. He took it grinning and you sat down beside him.
“You’re listening to Meddle About,” an already bright smile became blinding. “I thought I’d trust your good taste,” you took a deep breath and asked “Could I get your number this time please? My name’s Y/n.” His mouth fell open and he said in shock, “OH MY GOSH, I didn’t tell you my name.” He laughed shyly. “I’m Kim Juhoon.” He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his phone. “And I’d love to have your number,” he smiled again and you could practically see the sunshine coming from his smile.
kjh ⎯⎯ ❤︎ ﹙moon lovers﹚ ‘ 05
ℰ ┄ your bf has always been too nervous to have any sort of intimacy with you until tonight.
tagsㅤ ◟ㅤ nervous!jju , romance, fluff , skinship , kissing. ౨ৎ ➜ wc. 852
The moon had always felt a little too observant, like it knew things it never said out loud. It hung there quietly, silver and patient, watching the world move in soft, fleeting moments—conversations that mattered, confessions that almost happened, feelings that took their time unfolding.
You tilted your head back to look at it, squinting slightly. “Do you think it ever gets bored?” you murmured, half to yourself, half to the boy sitting beside you.
Juhoon let out a small breath of a laugh, the sound barely louder than the rustling of leaves around you. “The moon?”
“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him with a grin. “I mean, it just sits there. Every night. Watching. That’s kind of creepy, actually. Like… imagine watching people all the time. I’d get bored. Or overwhelmed. Probably both.”
He hummed, considering it, his shoulder just barely brushing yours before he subtly shifted—like he hadn’t meant to touch you in the first place. “It probably thinks the same about us,” he replied, voice soft, almost shy.
You smiled at that, shifting a little closer without really thinking about it. The two of you sat side by side on the grass, the night wrapped gently around you, your conversation drifting between nonsense and something deeper without ever feeling forced. It was easy—talking to him always was.
Well mostly because you did most of the talking.
“And then—okay, wait, you’re not even listening anymore,” you said suddenly, narrowing your eyes playfully.
“I am,” Juhoon protested, though his gaze flickered away for a second, like he’d been caught.
“You totally weren’t,” you laughed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “What did I just say then?”
He hesitated, lips parting before closing again, and you watched the way his fingers fidgeted in his lap. It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed it—how he seemed to hover around you, like he wanted to get closer but wasn’t quite sure how.
Even now, as you kept talking, you caught him trying again.
Slowly, almost cautiously, he lifted his arm, like he was going to place it over your shoulders. But halfway there, he paysed and then quietly pulled it back, resting his hand on his own knee instead.
You pretended not to notice at first.
He tried again a few minutes later, this time his hand inching toward yours in the grass. His fingers hovered just barely above yours—close enough that you could feel the warmth—but then he stopped, like something held him back, and withdrew again.
Your chest tightened just a little because it wasn’t the first time. He did it a lot, actually. Little almost-touches. Half-finished gestures. Like he wanted to reach for you but stopped himself at the last second.
At first, you figured he just needed time. You didn’t mind. You really didn’t, But tonight, it felt… different.
Juhoon seemed to notice almost immediately. The easy rhythm of your voice disappeared, leaving only the soft hum of the night between you. He shifted slightly, glancing at you.
“What’s wrong?” you asked gently.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, giving a small shrug. “I’m fine.”
You studied him for a moment, then smiled softly, deciding not to push. “Okay,” you said, your tone light again.
He let out a quiet breath, something between relief and nervousness, and nodded.
Your gaze slowly shifted from him back up to them moon. “Do you think people change a lot?” you asked, your voice softer now. “Like… once they start liking someone?”
Juhoon glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a second. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe they just… show parts of themselves they weren’t sure about before.”
You hummed thoughtfully, drawing patterns in the grass with your fingers. “I think I talk more,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Which is saying something.”
He smiled faintly. “I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t,” you said, nudging him again, lighter this time. “You’re just… quiet about everything.”
The words lingered between you.
And then, slowly, everything went still.
No more talking. No more distractions. Just the two of you, sitting too close and not close enough at the same time. The silence stretched, heavy and warm, like something was waiting to happen but neither of you quite knew how to start it.
Juhoon’s hand shifted again, hesitating near yours.
But this time, you didn’t wait.
You turned toward him, closing the small distance before he could second-guess himself again, and pressed your lips gently against his.
For a second, he froze.
Then you pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. His eyes were wide, his face flushed in a way that made your chest tighten.
You smiled, a little teasing, a little soft. “You should get used to that,” you said quietly.
Juhoon blinked, still processing, his cheeks deepening in color. Before he could say anything, you leaned in again.
And this time, he didn’t hesitate.
As you moved closer, he leaned back slightly into the grass, and you followed naturally, your hand bracing beside him. His arms wrapped around your waist, hesitant for only a split second before settling there like they belonged.
The kiss deepened just a little, still soft, still careful, but no longer uncertain.
Above you, the moon stayed exactly where it was—silent, steady, and watching, like it always had been.
Only now, it didn’t feel so distant anymore.
- @hyuneskkami
Can You Feel The Vibe?
A Ryul FanFic
𝗮/𝗻: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝘆𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!
As you step out of the Literature classroom, you hear a teacher yell.
"Get back here, Ryul Kim!"
You don't get a chance to look before you're knocked to the ground. As you look up, you see Ryul scramble up and run off. The teacher chasing stops to help pick up your things.
"Oh dear.. Are you okay, hon? Do you need to go to the nurse?" The teacher asks in a soft tone as students begin circling around you.
You grab all your things and the teacher helps you stand up. "I'll be okay.. Thank you though," You respond.
Your friends gather around and you all walk to your locker. You put in half the combination before Fyn opens his mouth.
"You know.. That was the infamous Ryul Kim that bumped into you"
"Tell me something I don't know"
"He's had his eyes on you for a while. Months I should say"
Cold Metal
A Juhoon FanFic
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴
You and your small friend group are gathered in a circle in the center of your dorm. You guys have been drinking for a little bit and have played various games, including 7 Minutes in Heaven. When you spun the bottle, it landed on Keeho. His girlfriend shot a nasty glare at you as you and Keeho entered the closet. Nothing happened other than some gossip but Keeho's girlfriend thought differently.
Once you both left the closet, Keeho's girlfriend was already wrapped around him and interrogating him. Keeho kept denying that anything happened but his girlfriend was persistent. Soon, she turned to you and started interrogating you.
"What were you and Keeho doing in that closet? And don't lie to me, I will find out"
Late Night With You
An Ohyul FanFic
We had just finished dance practice when Ohyul skips over to me.
"Hey... Wanna have like a lazy date in my dorm? We can go out and get a bunch of snacks and stuff like that."
"Yeah, I'd like that. It'd get me out of my dorm for a bit."
"Awesome. Meet at my dorm around 7?"
"Okay, I'll be there!"

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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? ⭑
PAIRING: Choi Jiung x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: When your best friend tells you that you deserve better, and shows you exactly how.
WC: 2.8k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut…. [ minors / ageless blogs dni! ] marijuana usage, intak catching a stray sorry poopie pie, kissing, hickeys, dry humping, finger riding, uhhhh p in v. unprotected Btw (wrap b4 u tap!!!! ok???) and that’s it i think idk im just here for gangnam style
The end credits rolled across the screen in a blur of muted colors, the soft glow from the TV casting long shadows across Jiung's living room. The last remnants of your shared joint had burned out thirty minutes ago, the ashtray on the coffee table holding a thin curl of smoke that dissipated into nothing.
You were nestled against his side, your legs tangled with the warmth of his body, a familiar comfort due to years of friendship.
His fingers had been idly tracing patterns on your thigh for the past few minutes — mindless, absent strokes that you barely registered until the silence stretched. The movie's end left a vacuum, and you shifted, turning your head to look at him.
ik you already claimed the keeho belly bulge fic idea, but i’ve been thinking of more thoughts for keeho or theo. fingering, overstimulation (or edging, perhaps? either one would be heavenly.), and a bit of condescending praise? normal praise is fine as well :3
i love hands so bad, and neither of them are safe from The Thoughts…
Keeho: reap what you sow (18+ MDNI)
Pairing: Keeho x reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: fingering, edging, denied orgasm, keeho slaps readers clit once, condescending praise, praise, overstimulation, squirting
Authors notes: See guys I promise I didn't forget about my requests :') this was so fun to write though!! (Still have to write keeho belly bulge 💔) also that pic of him... lemme stop
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You were always told your big mouth would get you into trouble one day. You couldn't help who you were though—loud, unfiltered, maybe too blunt and honest for your own good. But the people around you respected you for your candor, even if your words came off a little harsh at times.
But when you told your best friend that you didn't think he could make you cum, he took it a little too personally, and well, you were finally reaping what you'd sown.
Angel and Demon soulseob
i think youre pretty ?
⌦ .。.:*♡ h. shota x f! reader
: ̗̀➛ after expressing your insecurities to your best friend, he finally tells you how he really feels.
: ̗̀➛ no warnings, shotas just really cute, theres some kisses, and i have terrible humor, also not proofread so ignore mistakes </3!
: ̗̀➛ wc: 795
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you feel terrible. shota has been watching you walk in and out your bathroom with different clothes for twenty minutes now, waiting on you to get ready so you guys can go out.
not only do you feel terrible, you also look terrible. at least in your eyes. you just cant find a single outfit that you at least look decent in, and you can tell you gained weight. all your clothes are fitting too tight, and you cant bee seen like this.
“hey.. are you almost ready? place closes in three hours and it takes thirty minutes to get there.” shota speaks up, putting his phone down. he’s been nothing but patient, looking up at you every now and then before returning to his game without a care in the world.
“yes, sho. i think, im sorry im taking so long. if i wasnt a freaking fattie maybe we wouldve been gone by now.” you say jokingly, but still an obvious hint of seriousness.
“you always say that.” soul replies, standing up from the bed and moving towards you. “whats wrong with what youre wearing?”
you sigh, backing up to get a good look at yourself in the mirror, turning to the side. “i look huge, shota. like im actually a chud, i need to get in the gym.”
he laughs slightly, then places a hand on your shoulder. “i think this is fine. i think all the other options were fine too.” he says, and you sigh, your head dropping dramatically.
“you really think so?” you whisper, peering up at him. he smiles and nods, leaning down to look at you. “of course. i think youre pretty. you always look pretty to me.”
you feel your heart skip a beat, then snap out of it quickly, pushing off of him and flopping on the bed. “stop saying stuff like that.” you groan into the air.
“saying stuff like what? that i think youre pretty?” he says, sitting next to your limp body. “yes, that. stop it.”
soul looks genuinely confused. he doesnt understand why you dont believe him. he shifts on the bed, moving closer to you, his head resting on your collarbone.
“why dont you dont believe me? you dont think youre pretty?” he asks innocently. you sigh, and close your eyes. “to be honest, no. not really.” you admit, letting out a breath of air you hadnt realized you were holding.
soul stays silent for a couple seconds, then moves his head to your upper arm, resting it there while looking up at you. “ill tell you youre pretty everyday. maybe youll start to see it too.”
you let out a small giggle, your cheeks starting to heat up. “stop saying stuff like that.. makes me think you want me or something.”
theres another couple seconds of silence before he speaks up again. “maybe i do want you.”
your eyes snap open, and you turn your head to look down at him. “shota.. stop playing with me.” you say, voice drenched in doubt. he smiles, shifting so that hes sitting up. “im not playing.” he starts.
“ive liked you for a little bit now.” he admits. “i was actually planning to tell you later today, but now is fine too.” he looks at your face, seeing the very obvious shock painted across it.
he moves his hand to your shoulder, patting it softly. “you dont have to like me back. nothing has to happen between us, i just thought you should know. and i really do mean it when i say youre pretty.”
you almost feel too stunned to speak, but you force the words out anyways. “i— i like you too, sho.” you murmur, sitting up. “and thank you, it means alot to me. that you truly that that.”
he smiles, and before you even have a chance to process what you said, he tackles you to the mattress, fingers poking at your side. you let out a groan that quickly turns into giggles between your protests to get him off.
he finally moves away, standing up and grabbing your hands, helping you up with him. he presses a fat kiss to your forehead, making the dramatic ‘mwah!’ sound before grabbing your hand.
“okay, i still want to go out. we’ll find another shop. and you look pretty, no more changing.” he says, leading you to the door.
“okay, shota.” you say, following behind with a laugh.
the day goes by, and you havent worried about how you looked since you left the apartment. you had a blast, he bought you a ton of things, you ate dinner together, it was perfect.
oh, and you were officially in a relationship by the end of the night. which was good too.
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: ̗̀➛ finally writing for my goat soul after so long, i dont have much to say, look out for my jiung fic, hopefully dropping very soon, and i hope you all enjoyed! <33
tags - @lilmiyavmiyav
Kissing 101 (18+ mdni)
Summary: You seek the help of your best friend, the person you trust most, with an.... intimate request.
Pairing: Jongseob x best friend!reader
Genre: suggestive, fluff
Warnings: lots and lots and lots of kissing, Jongseob pops one oops, thats literally it
Word count: 2k
Authors note: i accidentally hyped this up pls don't hate it😭😭 also i literally fell asleep while editing it so sorry if I kept you waiting 😀
Taglist: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx,@missingjuliia, @amzzzlotus, @hxraiiii, @mingijelly, @bluedenebii, @kukkurookkoo, @tilly-death, @mysweetjongseob, @lycxee, @willowedjelly, @arw217, @cortischronicles, @emergencyjulie, @l5byrinth
Comment or message to be added to my taglist <3
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Jongseob’s room was quiet except for the low hum of his PC and the soft shuffling of pages as he flipped through a notebook. You were lying on his bed, staring absently at the ceiling above you, panicking internally.
Should I ask? Should I not? Would it make things weird? Oh god, what if he laughs—
“...Hey.” His voice cut clean through your spiraling thoughts, your name falling from his lips. You snapped your head toward him. He was looking at you with that little frown he only ever got when he was worried. “Why are you so deep in thought? You’ve been staring at the same spot for like ten minutes.”
Your fingers twisted nervously in your hoodie sleeves. “I… wanna ask you something.”
He immediately straightened, giving you his full attention. “Okay. What is it?”
Reblog of the day: almost forgot i wrote her

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Intak: Slap Me (18+ MDNI)
Summary: Intak asks you to slap him...
Pairing: Intak x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: face slapping, choking, reader rides intak
Word count: 900+
Authors notes: the picture is very important to the story... also literally wrote this at 4 am haha
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"Can you slap me."
You blinked and raised your gaze from the book you’d been half-heartedly reading to look at Intak, eyes nearly bugging out of your skull.
He watched you intently, propped up on one elbow beside you in bed.
"H-huh?"
He chuckled cutely at your reaction before clarifying. "Sorry I meant like... during sex," A flush crept up his neck as he explained. "You know I like when you get more dominant and the thought of you doing that to me..." His voice trailed off, heavy with vulnerability.
ok totally tell me to shut up and get out of your face if this is too freaked out but i firmly believe kyo has a thing for doing it in front of mirrors (esp in the bathroom and forcing you to look at yourself) pls lmk if youve done a fic abt this before if not PLEASUHHH I BEG... ok bye love you thanks for all your works👏🏻👏🏻
Keeho: Watch (18+ MDNI)
Pairing: Keeho x reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: Penetration, praise, creampie, fucking in front of a mirror, they try not to be loud because the rest of piwon are outside the door
Word count: 900+
Authors notes: baby trust this is not too freaked out😭😭in fact i do have a fic where keeho fucks reader against a mirror but i wanted to write it again LOLLL (you can find that one here) hehe enjoy
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Everyone’s focus was locked onto the movie that played in the dorm, but yours was locked on Keeho. He’d been looking more…delectable than usual. Bleach blonde hair, his stupidly buff chest, and those damn sweatpants that hung just right.
The first touch of your hand on his thigh was innocent. The second, inched upward, was less so. You felt the muscle tense beneath your palm. When you chanced a glance at him, his eyes were wide, a silent ‘are you insane?’. You gave him a slow blink, feigning confusion, and kept going, your fingers tracing the seam of his pants until you found him half hard beneath the fabric.