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summary. lamine can’t get enough of you

content. established relationship, curly haired reader, fluff, suggestive??

the room is warm, golden light spilling from the lamp above the mirror, turning your curls into little rings of honey as you twist and pin them just right. you’re half-dressed, still working on the last step of your makeup, one hand reaching for your lip gloss while the other tucks a loose strand behind your ear.

you can feel him before you see him. lamine’s been leaning in the doorway for god knows how long, shoulders relaxed, that soft, lazy smile on his face that he only ever gives you. he doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you. watches how you tilt your head, how your fingers move, how the fabric of your dress slips a little down your shoulder when you reach for your hairbrush.

“you know,” he says finally, voice low and warm, “you don’t have to try this hard to be the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, mi vida.”

you snort, but your cheeks go warm. “says the guy who’s been staring at me like crazy for the past ten minutes. come here and help instead of being creepy?”

he laughs, quiet and bright, and pushes off the doorframe. he walks slow, like he’s got all the time in the world, until he’s right behind you. his reflection looks so good: soft blue hoodie, messy curls, eyes dark and bright all at once, until he steps close enough that his chest brushes your back, his arms looping loose around your waist, pulling you right against him.

“creepy? i’m just admiring what’s mine, mami,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck, slow and warm. “i can’t help it. look at you.”

you lean back into him, your hands resting over his where they’re curled around your stomach. “you’re being dramatic. i’m just getting ready to go out.”

“just getting ready?” he tilts his head, his nose brushing your jaw, and you shiver a little when his lips graze your skin. “you look like this and say it’s ‘just getting ready’? mi amor, you’re gonna make me cancel our plans and keep you right here instead.”

he turns you gently in his arms, his hands sliding slow down to your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. his eyes dart over your face: your makeup, your eyes, your lips, then down to your dress, to your curls falling over your shoulders. he tucks one ringlet back, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“did your hair all nice, huh?” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose. “looks so good. but it’d look even better if it was all messy, like it is when you wake up next to me.”

you bite your lip to hide your smile, looping your arms around his neck. “is that a threat?”

“it’s a promise, mami,” he grins, and it’s that teasing, sharp little smile that always makes your stomach flip. he leans closer, his lips brushing yours slow, not quite kissing you yet. “you look so perfect. too perfect. makes me wanna mess you up a little. make you forget how pretty you look just so i can be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

he kisses you then. slow at first, then deeper, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, tangling gentle in your curls. you can feel him smiling against your mouth when you sigh, your fingers tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“see?” he mumbles, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “already got you distracted. told you i wouldn’t be able to behave.”

“you never behave,” you tease, but you’re leaning into him, your hands sliding under his hoodie to rest on his warm waist. “that’s why i like you.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to your throat, right where your pulse jumps fast. “yeah? and i like you best like this: all soft, all mine, looking at me like i’m the only thing that matters.” his hands slide slow up your sides, light and warm, and he presses another kiss to your collarbone, right where your dress slips down. “but… if you really wanna go out… i guess i can share you for a little while. but only if you let me hold your hand the whole time. and kiss you the second we get back.”

“only if you kiss me right now too,” you say, tugging him closer.

“anything for you, mi corazón,” he whispers, and kisses you again, just a little bit hungry, like he’s already counting down the minutes until he can get you back here, just the two of you, no plans, no rush. “besides… we both know you’re not leaving here without me marking you as mine first. even if it’s just a little.”

summary. martin can’t help but blurt out a confession while admiring you

content. pure fluff, established relationship, teenage love

the sun was already dipping low through your bedroom window, painting streaks of orange and pink across your flashcards. you’d been going over biology for what felt like forever, your brain all fuzzy with cell structures and enzyme reactions that just wouldn’t stick.

“wait no! so if the ph changes, does the active site change shape before it binds or after?” you asked, pushing your glasses up your nose and leaning your chin on your hand.

martin was sitting cross-legged on your bed opposite you, his own notebook open on his knees. he’d showed up right after school with a bag of your favourite chocolates and a bottle of lemonade, saying he knew you were stressing about the exams next week and he’d gone over all this stuff already so he might as well help. that was five months ago today, actually; you’d started dating back in february, when he’d accidentally spilled hot chocolate all over your jumper and then spent the next three days trying to make it up to you until you finally just kissed him behind the gym.

“before, yeah,” he said softly, tapping the diagram in your book with his pencil. “like… it just don’t fit no more. imagine if your favourite hoodie shrank in the wash. you still try and put it on but it just won’t go right, y’know?”

you snorted. “you mean your favourite hoodie that you keep leaving at mine and then steal back when it’s cold?”

“hey, it looks better on me anyway,” he grinned, but his voice went all gentle again when he looked at you. “c’mon, one more go. what’s the difference between mitosis and meiosis?”

you rambled through it, counting off on your fingers, explaining how one made identical cells and the other made the ones for babies, how many divisions there were, all the stuff you’d memorised but kept mixing up. and as you talked, about chromosomes and genetic variation and how stupid it was that they made you remember all this when you just wanted to draw or watch films or sit on the park wall and share chips; martin was just watching you.

he’d been listening, obviously, nodding along and correcting you quiet when you got something wrong, but halfway through your sentence something just… clicked in his head. like all the pieces he hadn’t even noticed were there suddenly fitting together perfectly.

he looked at the way your hands moved when you talked, all wiggly and expressive. the tiny little scratch on your jaw from when you’d tripped over your cat yesterday. how your socks didn’t match, one was bright blue, the other had little ducks on it. how you kept pushing your hair out your eyes every few seconds and how your cheeks were all pink from the warm evening. how even when you were rambling about things you found boring, your voice sounded like the best thing he’d ever heard. how safe he felt here, in your messy bedroom with your posters on the wall and your clothes piled on the chair and the faint smell of your cherry candle in the air.

oh. oh wow.

he wasn’t just into you. he wasn’t just happy dating you. he was in love with you.

the thought hit him so hard he actually forgot to breathe for a second. his pencil slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the duvet.

you stopped talking mid-sentence, blinking at him. “what? did i get that wrong again? sorry, i swear i’m trying—”

“no,” he said, and his voice came out all wobblier than he meant it to. “no you got it right. perfectly right. i just….”

he stared at you, his heart hammering so loud he was sure you could hear it. he’d never felt like this about anyone before. not even close. everything about you just felt like home. like he’d been looking for this feeling his whole life and didn’t even know it.

“martin?” you leaned forward a little, frowning soft, reaching out to touch his knee. “you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost or somethin’.”

“i love you.”

it just tumbled out. no planning, no building up to it, no cool smooth line he’d practiced in the mirror. just three little words, all breathless and shaky and completely true.

your hand froze on his knee. your eyes went all wide. “wait… what?”

“i love you,” he said again, louder this time, like saying it more would make it real. his cheeks were burning bright red but he didn’t look away. “i was just sat here watching you talk about cells and stuff and it just hit me. like properly hit me. i’m so in love with you. like… so much it’s actually stupid. i didn’t mean to say it like that, not all sudden, but i couldn’t not say it. y’know?”

you just stared at him for a long moment, your mouth falling open a little, and then suddenly your eyes went all shiny and happy and you launched yourself across the bed at him.

he laughed, catching you easily, wrapping his arms tight around your waist as you half fell half sat in his lap.

“you dork,” you mumbled into his neck, but you were grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. “i love you too. obviously i love you too. i’ve been waiting for you to say it first ‘cause i didn’t wanna be too much or whatever.”

“too much?” he pulled back just enough to look at your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “you could never be too much. you’re perfect. literally perfect. even when you’re stressing about exams or singing off-key in the shower or stealing my food.”

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands and leaning in until your foreheads touched. “you’re such a sap. i love you so bad it’s actually ridiculous.”

he kissed you then, slow and soft and warm, like he was trying to put every single thing he felt into it. you kissed him back just as soft, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, and when you pulled away he chased your lips for another quick peck, then another, then a third one that made you laugh.

“so…” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and winding your fingers through his. “does this mean i get a reward for getting mitosis right?”

“oh yeah?” he grinned, squeezing your hand. “what kinda reward?”

“more kisses. and you have to let me pick the film tonight.”

“deal,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “all the kisses you want, baby. we can even watch that terrible animated cat film you love if you want.”

“you’re the best…. but not too much on garfield.” you squinted your eyes at him while leaning up to kiss his cheek. “wait, wait, five months today, actually. since we started dating.”

“it is?” he thought for a second, then smiled. “huh. nice timing then, right?”

“the best timing,” you agreed.

you stayed like that for ages, curled up together on the bed, the biology notes forgotten somewhere off to the side. he kissed you slow and sweet, over and over, and every time he pulled away you’d tell him you loved him again just to watch him light up. eventually you shifted so you were lying side by side, his arm slung over your waist, your head tucked under his chin, and you talked about everything and nothing; about the exams, about your friends, about what you wanted to do in the summer, about how you’d both been so nervous to say those three words even though they’d been there for weeks.

“i thought i’d mess it up,” he admitted quietly, tracing patterns on your arm with his finger. “like… what if you didn’t feel the same? what if it was too soon? i was lowkey stressing a little bit”

“it’s not too soon,” you said, pressing a kiss to his chest right over his heart. “it feels exactly right. and i’ve felt this way for ages. i just didn’t know how to say it. like… how do you even explain that someone makes you feel like your heart is about to explode out of your chest?”

“i dunno,” he said, kissing your hair. “but you do it for me too.”

later, when it got dark, you ordered pizza and put on that silly cat film, sharing the last of the chocolates between you. every few minutes he’d look over at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and then he’d lean over to kiss you; your cheek, your hand, your lips, and say “i love you” again, just because he could.

and when he walked you to the door after, when he had to head home before it got too late, he pulled you close and kissed you slow in the porch light, your hands tangled in his hoodie strings, his cold nose brushing against yours.

“don’t worry about the exams,” he murmured against your lips. “you’re gonna smash them. and even if you don’t… i’ll still be here. i’ll still love you just as much.”

“i know,” you said, smiling up at him. “i love you too. more than anything.”

⚡︎ cortis

texts.

keonho as your boyfriend

martin as your boyfriend

jealous type. cortis - texts of cortis being jealous

short fics.

studio surprise - martin edwards park

kisses instead of arguments - martin edwards park

between you and i - martin edwards park

smau’s.

put your records on - martin edwards park

⚡︎ enhypen + evan

texts.

niki as your boyfriend

short fics.

you right - lee heeseung

silent treatment - yang jungwon

fuck it - nishimura riki

touch myself - nishimura riki

⚡︎ others!!

short fics.

hey aya i just wanted to say that you are talented and i love your STUDIO SURPRISE fic but i don’t know how to say it in a proper way cus i’m shy!

also u r 19 like meeeeeeeeeee ( i had a hard time trying to find 19yo coers 🤧 ) also i like your name 💞💞💞💞! can u tell us what does it mean 😢?

ALSO UR ACC THEME!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways.. i wish i had rizz to rizz u up 🤧😔.

TYSMMMM…stop I LOVE YA! im so glad you like studio surprise 🥹🥹🥹 and my name (i hope its my username ur talking ab cause i’ll be embarrassed if its not #sorrykindaunc) means ador and as in adore and heeseung cause hes my bbg so its adorhees! and u are rizzing me up 🤭🤭🤭 but tysm again you’re so sweet ugh lemme smooch u

summary. you finally decide to tell niki all your dirty little secrets

content. little bit of smut…. suggestive, kissing, fluff, established relationship, teasing, skinship

you lie curled against niki’s chest in the dim glow of your bedroom, the only light spilling from the string of fairy lights strung above the headboard. your shared apartment is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window and the steady, comforting rhythm of his breathing. you’ve been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, but every time you close your eyes, the same restless thoughts circle through your mind.

your fingers trace patterns over his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric. his arm rests loosely around your waist, long fingers settled just above the curve of your hip. the closeness, the familiar mix of his cologne and the soft scent of laundry detergent, makes your pulse quicken in a way you can no longer ignore.

you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together under the sheets. the small movement catches his attention right away. he stirs, lifting his head just enough to look down at you through those dark, sleepy eyes that always seem to see straight through every wall you build.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice low and casual, the exact same tone he uses when talking about dinner plans or picking a movie. no pressure, only gentleness.

you bite your lip, your heart hammering hard against your ribs. for weeks, you’ve carried this secret: a private satisfaction that leaves you flushed and even a little guilty in the quiet hours when he’s at practice or out with friends. but tonight, the words feel too heavy to keep locked inside.

you take a slow, steady breath, then tilt your face up to meet his gaze directly.

“there’s something i need to tell you,” you say, trying to keep your tone normal. it comes out softer than you intend, thick with nervous warmth.

his brows draw together slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he rolls onto his side to face you fully, propping his head on one hand. the sheet slips down to his waist, revealing the lean, familiar lines of his torso.

“i’m listening,” he replies, just as calm as if you were admitting you ate the last of the ice cream. his free hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, light, reassuring, sending a tingle across your skin.

your cheeks burn instantly, heat spreading down your neck and across your collarbones. still, you force the words out before you lose your nerve completely.

“sometimes… when you’re not here, i touch myself thinking about you.”

the admission hangs soft and honest between you. you watch his expression shift from mild concern to something darker, deeper, something that makes your stomach twist with sudden, bright anticipation. his lips part, but he stays silent for a heartbeat. then his fingers pause against your skin, sliding slowly down to rest at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing the rapid flutter of your pulse.

“you do?”

his voice stays even, but there’s a new roughness underneath it. he doesn’t sound shocked or judgmental. if anything, the way his eyes darken tells you he’s already turning the image over in his mind, savoring every detail.

“tell me more,” he murmurs, quiet and eager.

you swallow, suddenly hyper-aware of just how close your bodies are. the heat radiating from him straight onto you.

“i wait until the apartment is empty,” you admit, your voice steady even as your breath catches. “i lie right here in our bed, close my eyes, and picture your hands instead of mine. the way you touch me when we’re alone…. slow at first, then like you just can’t get enough.”

your words grow quieter, more intimate, barely more than a whisper.

“i imagine your mouth on my neck, the sounds you make when you’re losing control. it never takes long before i’m whispering your name into the pillow.”

his hand moves again, trailing slowly down your arm until his fingers lace through yours. he lifts your joined hands and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles but his gaze never leaves your face. that simple gesture sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

“that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever told me,” he says. even now, he still sounds like the boyfriend who teases you, but the way his thumb strokes the sensitive skin of your wrist tells a completely different story. you can feel his own pulse racing now, matching yours beat for beat.

suddenly you feel bold, like saying it out loud has unlocked something brave and reckless inside you. you shift closer until your chest brushes lightly against his through the thin fabric of your tank top.

“i think about the way you look at me right before you kiss me hard,” you continue, gaining confidence. “how your voice drops an octave when you say my name like it belongs only to you.”

your free hand rests flat against his stomach, feeling the tight muscles jump beneath your palm.

“sometimes i use that little vibrator you bought me last month. i turn it on low and pretend it’s your tongue.”

he exhales sharply, almost a groan, and in one smooth, effortless motion, he rolls you gently onto your back and hovers above you, forearms braced on either side of your head. the fairy lights cast soft golden patterns across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the flush creeping up his own neck.

“keep talking,” he says. his voice is still controlled, but his body language says everything. one knee nudges gently between your thighs and the light pressure makes your hips twitch involuntarily.

your breath comes faster, shorter. you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs stroking slowly over his cheekbones.

“i imagine you walking in on me one day,” you whisper. “you wouldn’t say anything at first. you’d just lean in the doorway and watch while i’m moaning your name, my fingers moving exactly the way you do when you want to drive me crazy.”

your legs part a little wider, inviting the subtle weight of him between them.

“then you’d climb onto the bed, replace my hand with yours, and tell me how long you’ve wanted to see me like that.”

he lowers his head until his lips hover just above yours, his warm breath mixing with yours.

“i would,” he whispers, the words vibrating softly against your mouth. “i’d watch every single second. memorise how your back arches, how your lips look when you’re trying not to scream my name.”

he kisses you then. slow, deep. his tongue sliding gently against yours in a way that makes your toes curl right through the sheets.

“what else, baby?” he murmurs. “tell me every dirty thought you’ve kept locked away.”

that soft pet name, spoken in that same familiar tone, sends a shiver racing all the way down your spine. your hands slide under the hem of his shirt, palms flattening against the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling the faint ridges of muscle shift as he holds himself above you.

“i think about riding you right here while the city lights blink outside the window,” you confess. “your hands gripping my hips, guiding me, your mouth on my breasts until i can’t think straight anymore.”

you rock your hips up gently against his thigh, seeking friction, your thin sleep shorts doing almost nothing to dull the feeling.

his restraint frays completely after that. he captures your mouth again, this time with more urgency, teeth grazing your lower lip just enough to make you gasp, before he soothes the sting with soft, lingering kisses. one hand slips beneath your tank top, fingers spreading across your ribs and inching higher until he cups the soft weight of your breast. his thumb circles your peaked nipple through the fabric, drawing a quiet, needy sound from your throat.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he says between kisses, still sounding almost casual, even as his hips press down, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. the hard length of him nudges gently against your inner thigh, sending bright sparks shooting through every nerve in your body.

you arch into his touch, craving more. you tug at his shirt until he helps you pull it off, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. the sight of his bare chest in the warm light makes your breath catch. you run your hands over every inch you can reach, your nails grazing lightly down his sides.

“i touch myself in the shower too,” you admit, your voice growing softer and breathier. “water running over my skin while i pretend it’s your mouth. i lean against the cold tile and imagine you on your knees, looking up at me with those eyes.”

a deeper, rougher groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating through both of you. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and eases them slowly down your legs, taking your panties with them. he leaves your tank top on, just pushing it up enough to expose your breasts to the cool night air.

then he settles fully between your thighs, skin against skin now, except for his remaining boxers. the heat of him feels overwhelming, comforting and intoxicating all at once. he rocks against you slowly, deliberately, the thin barrier between you only making every sensation sharper and more intense.

“i want to watch you do it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right beside your ear. “not tonight… soon. i’ll sit right there across the room and see exactly how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me.”

the suggestion sends a fresh rush of warmth pooling between your legs. you wrap your legs tight around his waist, pulling him closer. your bodies move together in a lazy, building rhythm, not yet joined fully, but close enough to make your head spin. each roll of his hips drags his hardness along your most sensitive spot, coiling a slow, delicious tension low in your belly.

you kiss him again, pouring everything you feel into it, the love that runs deeper than you could ever say, and the bold desire that has finally let you speak your truth out loud.

his hand returns to your breast, squeezing gently before his fingers begin to trace soft, slow circles. his mouth leaves yours to trail down your throat, sucking lightly at that one spot he knows always makes you tremble.

“i love you like this,” he murmurs against your skin, still with that familiar, steady warmth, even as his own body shakes with restraint. “so honest. so fucking sexy when you tell me exactly what you need.”

he shifts his weight onto one arm so his other hand can slide between you. his fingers find you already warm and slick, and he circles your clit with perfect, practiced pressure, exactly the way you’ve imagined a hundred times before.

your head falls back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping your lips. “riki…”

the sound of his name seems to spur him on. he keeps the pace unhurried, drawing out every sensation, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter until it feels almost too much to bear. your foreheads press together, breaths mingling, eyes locked even in the dim light. this intimacy feels even more intense than any physical pleasure ever could.

“i’m right here, baby” he whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose in that sweet way he does when emotions run high. “i’ve got you.”

his fingers move with more purpose then, sliding inside you just enough to curl against that perfect spot, while his thumb keeps its steady rhythm on your clit. your hips buck up to meet him, chasing the edge that rushes toward you fast.

you clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks. and then it snaps: pleasure crashing over you in warm, pulsing waves that make you see stars. you cry out his name again, softer this time, almost reverent. he watches you through every second, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and his own unmet need, slowing only to draw out the last of your trembling release.

when you finally catch your breath, you pull him down into a slow, lingering kiss, full of affection. you can feel him still hard and ready against your thigh, but he makes no move to rush. instead, he rolls you both gently onto your sides, facing each other, and tucks you tight against his chest, his hand stroking soothing circles up and down your spine.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “next time you feel like that and i’m not here? text me. tell me exactly what you’re doing. i’ll call you.”

you giggle against his skin, your heart feeling so full it might burst. you trace the line of his collarbone with one slow fingertip.

“only if you promise to tell me what you think about when you’re alone too,” you tease softly.

you feel his quiet laugh rumble through his chest.

“deal,” he answers easily.

he reaches down to pull the sheet up over you both, cocooning you in warmth and quiet. his hand finds yours again, lacing your fingers together where they rest between you.

as sleep finally begins to pull you under, you feel him press one last soft kiss to your temple.

“i love you,” he whispers, simple, true, and all yours.

“i love you too,” you murmur back, already drifting off, safe in the knowledge that your confession has only brought you closer than ever before.

for just one person pov’s i use a site called postfully and for gcs and stuff i use memi message (sometimes the texts n photos glitch but once you figure the app out its easier to avoid the mistakes) and for twt i use twinote !!

summary. martin’s friends don’t believe he has the guts to go up and ask a girl for her number

content. oneshot smau, cussing, ft. cortis, illit wonhee and iroha

summary. martin finally sees his girlfriend’s ‘hidden” talent

content. fluff, kissing, established relationship, literally just martin being down bad

the soft hum of equipment and the steady thud of a beat greeted you as you pushed open the heavy soundproof door. it was early evening, and the golden light from the setting sun filtered through the high windows, dusting the room in warm amber. there he was, martin, leaning over the mixing desk, headphones slung around his neck, fingers tapping rhythmically against the edge of the console. he looked so focused, so in his element, a small frown of concentration between his brows that you just wanted to kiss away.

you lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him. he was wearing that oversized hoodie you loved, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his blond hair was slightly messy from running his hands through it too many times. when he finally glanced up and saw you, his entire face softened, breaking into that familiar, boyish grin that made your heart flutter every single time.

“hey you,” he said, his voice warm and low, instantly abandoning the controls to stride over to you. he pulled you close by the waist, wrapping his arms tight around you like he hadn’t seen you in weeks instead of just this morning. “didn’t hear you come in.”

“didn’t want to disturb the genius at work,” you teased, looping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. he hummed happily against yours, deepening it just a little, before pulling back just enough to look at you.

“you could never disturb me,” he murmured, brushing his nose gently against yours. “missed you today.”

“missed you too,” you replied, smiling as you ran a hand through his hair. “how’s it going?”

he stepped back, tugging you along with him toward the desk, his hand never leaving yours. “good, actually. working on this track… but i’ve been struggling with a melody line. something’s missing, y’know?”

he pulled you down onto the sofa tucked in the corner of the room and sat beside you, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart underneath the soft fabric of his hoodie. he played a little bit of the track for you. it was edgy, atmospheric, classic martin.

“it’s great babe,” you told him honestly. “but i get what you mean. it feels like it needs a voice that feels… soft, i guess.”

martin went quiet for a second, staring at the equipment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he turned to you with that mischievous sparkle you knew so well. a spark of an idea had just hit him.

“y’know what?” he said, sitting up a little straighter and turning fully toward you, taking both your hands in his. “you should try it.”

you blinked, laughing softly. “try what? pressing buttons? i’ll probably break something.”

he shook his head, grinning. “no, baby. sing it. come on.”

you pulled your hands back, eyes going wide. “martin, absolutely not. i can’t sing! i hum in the shower, that’s it. you’re the musical genius here, remember?”

he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his voice dropping to that low, persuasive tone he knew worked every time. “c’mon, baby. just for me? please? i promise i won’t judge. even if it’s terrible, i’ll still love you more than anything.” he punctuated that with a quick, sweet peck on the lips, then another and another. “just try a little bit. for me?”

you knew you were going to cave the second he looked at you with those big, pleading eyes. you sighed dramatically, trying to hide your smile. “you’re impossible. fine. but if it’s awful, you’re deleting it immediately and you’re buying me dinner.”

“deal,” he said instantly, beaming, and kissed your forehead.

he jumped up, practically bouncing with excitement, and guided you over to the microphone stand in the booth. he adjusted the height for you, his hands brushing yours gently as he fixed the pop filter. he stood so close behind you that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his chest pressed lightly against your back. he reached around you to put the headphones over your ears, his fingers brushing your hair back tenderly.

“comfortable?” he asked, his voice right by your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you nodded, suddenly nervous. “alright. just listen to the track. i’ll start it slow. just sing the melody like you hear it. don’t think about it too much, yeah? just feel it.”

he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, lingering there for a second, and whispered, “you’ve got this.”

he stepped back to the desk, giving you a thumbs up. the music started playing in your ears. you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and when the moment came, you sang.

you didn’t think about technique or pitch or anything. you just let the melody flow out, singing the lines the way they felt right, soft and gentle. it felt natural, almost like talking, just… musical. you finished the little section, opened your eyes, and pulled the headphones down around your neck, looking at him apprehensively.

“and?” you asked, bracing yourself. “was it as bad as i thought?”

martin was just sitting there, hands hovering over the board, staring at you with his mouth slightly open, looking completely stunned. he didn’t move or speak for a few seconds, and you started to get worried.

“martin?”

suddenly he shot up from his chair, nearly knocking it over in the process, and practically ran into the booth, grabbing your face in his hands. his eyes were wide and shining, filled with pure wonder and something else: pride, amazement, love.

“are you kidding me?” he breathed, his voice thick with disbelief. “you wanna join cortis?”

“i… what?”

“that was incredible,” he said, almost shouting it before remembering where he was and lowering his voice, though he was still beaming brighter than you’d ever seen him. he pressed his forehead hard against yours, holding you so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go. “baby… you have no idea how beautiful that was. you’re tone… it’s perfect. how have you been hiding this from me?”

you laughed, shocked yourself. “i didn’t know! i really thought i was just noise!”

martin pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumbs stroking gently over your cheeks. “you sound amazing. like… actually amazing. i’m blown away.”

before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, happy, and full of so much affection it made your knees weak. he kissed you deeply, pouring every ounce of his pride and adoration into it, his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you flush against him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him, smiling against his lips.

when he finally pulled away, he was grinning like an idiot. “we are keeping that. and we are doing more of it. you and me, making music together.” he pressed a small kiss to your cheek while nodding his head.

“y’know,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, then your neck, then turning your head just enough to steal another quick kiss. “i always knew you were perfect. but now? you’re perfect and talented? dang, how did i get so lucky?”

you turned in his arms, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “i think i’m the lucky one. especially since you’re going to treat me to that dinner now, right?”

martin laughed, the sound echoing softly in the studio, and nodded, “absolutely. dinner, dessert, anything you want. but first, one more take? just so i can listen to you sing a little longer?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, but you were already leaning back toward the mic, his arms still wrapped tight around you.

“i love you, you’re genuinely so amazing in every way” he whispered, and as the music started again, you sang for him, and he listened with the biggest, proudest smile.

summary. instead of admitting your feelings, you and martin decide it’s easier to bicker instead

content. frenemies to lovers??, one bed trope, kissing, bickering, ft. seonghyeon keonho and hyein

the whole situation was, in martin’s honest opinion, absolutely ridiculous. it was the kind of chaotic planning fail that only happened when you let hyein organise a trip, and honestly, he should have seen it coming. you were supposed to be on a fun weekend away with a small group; just you, him, your best friend hyein, and his two chaotic partners-in-crime, seonghyeon and keonho. it was meant to be relaxing, full of bad movies and takeout food. but somehow, between booking the cabin and actually arriving, hyein had managed to mix up the reservation, and now there was… a slight issue.

“there are only two beds,” hyein announced, popping her head out of the main bedroom, looking far too pleased with herself for someone who had caused this much trouble. “one king size in here, and one bunk bed in the second room.”

keonho immediately grabbed seonghyeon by the collar and dragged him toward the smaller room. “bunks for us! we get the bunks!”

seonghyeon stumbled along, looking back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. “have fun, you two! try not to kill each other during the night!”

before either you or martin could protest, they vanished into the other room and slammed the door shut, followed instantly by the loud click of a lock. you turned slowly to look at martin, and he was already looking at you with that familiar, slightly annoyed expression that seemed permanently glued to his face whenever you were around.

this was your dynamic, after all. everyone knew it. you and martin were like oil and water, cats and dogs, you just didn’t mix. you bickered over everything: who got the last slice of pizza, who was right about movie plot holes, who walked too fast, who talked too loud. to anyone watching, it looked like you genuinely couldn’t stand each other. and honestly? you told yourself that was true. you told yourself he was arrogant, annoying, way too smug, and had the worst sense of humour known to mankind.

and martin told himself you were stubborn, argumentative, way too opinionated, and far too pretty for your own good.

wait. no. he tried very hard not to think that last part.

because the truth, the big, messy, complicated secret that neither of you dared say out loud was that you didn’t dislike each other at all. quite the opposite, actually. you liked each other far too much, and it terrified you both. so instead of being nice or normal, you had built a fortress of teasing and eye-rolling and sarcastic comments to hide behind. it was safer that way. if you pretended to hate him, you couldn’t possibly embarrass yourself by admitting you actually really, really liked him.

now, though, your fortress was crumbling. because you were standing in a small bedroom, and there was exactly one very large, very soft-looking bed in the middle of it.

“this is entirely your fault,” martin said immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. “if you hadn’t insisted we stop for coffee on the way, hyein wouldn’t have messed up the booking.”

you gasped, putting your hands on your hips. “my fault?! please! if you hadn’t spent twenty minutes arguing with keonho about which direction was north, we would have been here an hour ago! and besides, i didn’t tell your friends to lock themselves away and leave us with one bed!”

“they clearly did it on purpose,” martin muttered, running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at the bed. “this is exactly the kind of stupid scheme they would come up with. keonho has been saying for weeks that we ‘need to get along’ or whatever nonsense.”

“hyein has been doing the exact same thing,” you admitted, sighing and dropping your bag on the floor. “she keeps saying we have ‘tension’. which is ridiculous. the only tension i feel around you is the urge to throw something at your head.”

martin actually laughed at that, a short, breathless sound. “right. sure. that’s what it is.”

he moved forward, grabbing the spare pillow from the pile and tossing it onto the far left side of the mattress. “fine. look. i’ll sleep on this side, you sleep on that side. we stay on our own territory. there is a strict no-crossing line down the middle of the bed. do not touch me, do not kick me, do not steal the duvet, and we can get through this night without any issues. go it?”

“crystal clear,” you said, grabbing your own pyjamas and heading to the bathroom to change, slamming the door a little harder than necessary.

when you came back out, the atmosphere had shifted slightly. martin was already in bed, wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, lying on top of the covers with his arms crossed behind his head. he looked incredibly comfortable, and also, you had to admit, unfairly attractive. you hated that you noticed that. you hated that your stomach did a little flip just seeing him there.

you climbed into the right side of the bed, pulling the duvet up to your chin, keeping as far to the edge as physically possible. there was a good foot of empty space between you. the lights were off, only the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows around the room.

for a long time, neither of you spoke. you stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the night, and tried to ignore the fact that you could smell his cologne, clean and warm and something you secretly really liked. you tried to ignore how his breathing sounded, slow and steady, right next to you.

“you’re not asleep yet,” martin said suddenly, his voice low in the dark, breaking the silence.

“you’re not asleep either,” you shot back, not turning your head.

“can’t sleep,” he admitted quietly. “too aware that you’re three inches away from me, ready to bite my arm if i roll over too far.”

you huffed a laugh, finally turning your head to look at him. he was already looking at you, his face half-visible in the dim light. he didn’t look annoyed or teasing right now. he looked… soft. open. the mask of irritation had slipped right off.

“i wouldn’t bite you,” you whispered, surprising yourself by how quiet your voice was. “unless you snore. if you snore, i will definitely find a pillow and smother you.”

martin smiled, a genuine, lazy smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “i don’t snore. seonghyeon says i sleep like a log. very peaceful. unlike some people who talk in their sleep and mumble about how much they hate me.”

your eyes went wide. “i don’t do that!”

“maybe not,” he murmured, shifting slightly closer, just an inch, but enough that the air between you felt warmer. “but you do talk about hating me a lot. you make it your full-time job.”

you looked away, staring at the wall. “i don’t… hate you, martin.”

the words were out before you could stop them. you froze, heart hammering against your ribs. oh no. that was not part of the plan. that was breaking every single rule you had made for yourself.

beside you, martin went completely still. he didn’t speak for a moment, and when he did, his voice was lower, rougher, different than you had ever heard it. “you don’t?”

“no,” you said, so quiet you weren’t sure if he heard it. “i mean… you’re annoying. and you’re arrogant. and you think you’re right about everything. and your friends are absolute menaces who clearly set us up tonight.”

martin chuckled softly, and you felt the mattress shift as he moved again, closer this time, until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “okay. that sounds like a list of reasons to hate me to me.”

you turned back to face him, and in the dark, you found his hand resting on the mattress between you. before you could think better of it, your fingers brushed against his knuckles. he didn’t pull away. in fact, he turned his hand over, palm up, waiting.

“it’s complicated,” you whispered. “it’s easier to… argue. to pretend. because if i’m busy fighting with you, i don’t have to think about how much i actually… like being around you. even when you’re being insufferable.”

there was a beat of silence, heavy and charged, and then martin’s fingers interlaced with yours, holding your hand tightly.

“god,” he breathed out, sounding relieved and exasperated all at once. “you have no idea. you have absolutely no idea. i spend every single day trying to find new things to tease you about just so you’ll look at me, or talk to me, or pay attention to me.”

he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, sending shivers up your arm.

“i don’t hate you either,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. “i think i’ve liked you since… forever. but you’re so sharp, and so smart, and i was terrified you’d just laugh in my face if i said anything. so i annoyed you instead. it was the only way i knew how to be close to you without ruining everything.”

you shifted closer, closing that final gap between you, until your shoulders were touching. it felt natural. it felt right. all the tension, all the bickering, all the years of pretending, it all melted away in that one moment.

“hyein said we had tension,” you whispered, leaning your head slightly toward his shoulder. “i think she was right. just… not the bad kind.”

martin laughed softly, lifting your joined hands and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, before his gaze dropped to your lips, slow and deliberate. the playfulness in his eyes softened into something much deeper, something that made your breath catch in your throat.

“can i show you what kind of tension it really is?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

before you could even think of a teasing reply, he leaned in closer, his hand coming up gently to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone. then he kissed you. it was soft and sweet and slow, everything you had secretly imagined it would be, and more. it wasn’t rushed or messy; it was gentle, full of every unspoken feeling, every hidden thought, every moment you had spent pretending you didn’t care. his lips were warm against yours, moving with a tenderness that made your heart feel like it was melting right inside your chest. for a few perfect seconds, the rest of the world disappeared.

when he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his eyes were shining in the dark.

“yeah,” he murmured, a small, happy smile playing on his lips. “definitely not the bad kind.”

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “my friends are going to be insufferable about this. you know that, right? seonghyeon is going to high-five me every five minutes. keonho is probably already betting on how long it would take us to admit it.”

“let them,” you said, finally smiling, feeling lighter than you had in months. your fingers lingered against the place where his hand still held your face. “they can be annoying together, as a group. we’ll just… ignore them.”

martin shifted again, this time sliding his arm underneath your pillow and pulling you gently towards him, until you were lying comfortably against his chest, your head resting right over his heart. his other arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close, like he never intended to let go. the invisible line down the middle of the bed was completely gone, forgotten.

“i can work with that,” he murmured into your hair, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “just so you know… this is way better than arguing.“

you giggled before snuggling closer, wrapping your arm around his waist, breathing in that familiar scent that you loved so much. “you’re still annoying, though.”

“good,” martin replied, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter. “and you’re still stubborn. we’re perfect for each other.”

outside the door, you could hear faint whispers and stifled giggles; definitely seonghyeon, keonho, and hyein, listening at the door, making sure to tease you first thing in the morning.

cortis as your jealous boyfriend

content. just crack + like one cuss word

summary. jungwon and you have an intense argument which leads to three days of painful silent treatment and awkward distance in your shared home.

content. angst, kissing, arguing, kiss and make up basically, suggestiveness

the air in your shared apartment felt heavy, thick enough to cut with a knife. it was the kind of quiet that wasn’t peaceful, it was sharp, loud, and full of all the things neither of you had said out loud yet.

you were standing by the kitchen counter, your hands gripping the edge so tight your knuckles turned white, staring at nothing in particular. across the room, jungwon was leaning against the doorframe leading to the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, jaw set hard. his eyes were dark, burning with something between frustration and hurt, and every time they met yours, it felt like a spark that threatened to set everything on fire all over again.

it had started over something small, stupid even. you’d mentioned how he’d been canceling plans lately, how he was always busy with practice or schedules or meetings, how it felt like you were living with a ghost most days. but small things always turned big between you two, because you both cared too much, and you both hated feeling like you weren’t enough.

“i’m not doing this on purpose, you know,” jungwon said, his voice low and tight, like he was holding back a shout. “you think i like coming home late and tired and having the first thing i hear be you complaining about how little time we spend together? i’m working my hardest, y/n. this is my job.”

you turned to look at him, and you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, hot and stinging, but you refused to let them fall. not now. not when you were still angry.

“i know it’s your job, jungwon! i never said you should quit or that you shouldn’t work hard!” you shot back, your voice rising despite your best efforts. “but there’s a difference between working hard and shutting me out completely. do you even remember the last time we did something that wasn’t just you coming home, eating dinner half-asleep, and then passing out on the bed? i feel like i’m just… here. like i’m just someone who keeps the house clean and waits for you to remember i exist.”

jungwon pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step toward you, his face twisting into something that looked almost like anger, but underneath it you could see the hurt he was trying so hard to hide. “that’s not true and you know it. you know how much you mean to me. you know i’d do anything for you. but sometimes i get so tired, y/n, so exhausted that i don’t even have the energy to talk, let alone plan dates or do all the things you want me to do. is it so wrong that i just need a little space sometimes? that i just need to rest?”

“space?” you repeated, and the word tasted bitter in your mouth. “is that what you call it now? because to me, it feels like you’re pushing me away. like you don’t even want me around anymore. if you need space that bad, then fine, you can have it. i won’t bother you anymore.”

you turned away from him, grabbing your phone from the counter, your hands shaking so bad you almost dropped it. you didn’t want to fight anymore. you were tired, too tired of crying, tired of feeling like you were begging for crumbs of his attention.

“wait—” jungwon started, but you held up a hand to stop him, and the sound of his voice made your chest ache even more.

“no, don’t,” you said, and your voice broke on the last word. “just… leave me alone, jungwon. we’ll talk when we’re both not ready to kill each other, or whatever. right now i just can’t do this.”

you didn’t wait for him to say anything else. you walked past him, your shoulder brushing against his, and you didn’t look back even though you could feel his eyes burning into your back as you went into the bedroom and shut the door behind you, clicking the lock into place.

—

that was three days ago.

three days of absolute silence. three days where the only words exchanged between you were short, cold things like “pass the salt” or “i’m going out” or “don’t wait up” if you spoke at all. most of the time, you just avoided each other. you’d wake up early so you wouldn’t have to see him at breakfast, and he’d stay out late or go straight to his studio so you wouldn’t cross paths in the apartment. when you did end up in the same room, it was like you were strangers living under the same roof. he wouldn’t look at you, and you wouldn’t look at him, and every time you caught a glimpse of his face, his tired eyes, the way he’d stopped smiling completely, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in your heart.

you hated it. god, you hated it more than anything. you missed him so bad it hurt, physically, like an ache in your heart that wouldn’t go away. but your pride was still there, sharp and stubborn, telling you that if he really cared, he’d be the one to break first. he’d be the one to apologize, to tell you he was sorry, to tell you that you were wrong and that he loved you more than anything. but day after day went by, and nothing changed. he stayed quiet, and you stayed quiet, and the space between you just kept getting bigger and bigger.

on the third night, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket even though the room wasn’t cold, staring at the tv that was playing some show you weren’t even watching. your mind was only on one thing: jungwon. you wondered where he was, if he was eating, if he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him. you wondered if he was hurting too, or if he was actually enjoying the space he’d said he needed.

it was almost midnight when you heard the front door open and close softly. you didn’t move, didn’t look up, just kept your eyes fixed on the screen even though you couldn’t tell what was happening. you heard him take off his shoes, heard him walk slowly down the hall, heard him pause for a second when he saw you there. for a minute, you thought he’d just walk past, go straight to the bedroom like he had been doing, but this time he didn’t.

you heard his footsteps come closer, slow and hesitant, until he was standing right in front of the couch. you still didn’t look at him, but you could feel his presence, warm and familiar, and it took everything in you not to reach out and pull him close.

“y/n,” he said, and his voice was quiet, rough, like he hadn’t spoken much all day. it was the first time he’d said your name like that. soft, like he used to, since the fight, and it made your throat tighten up immediately.

you didn’t answer. you just stared straight ahead, your hands clutching the blanket tighter, waiting for something, anything.

you heard him sigh, a long, shaky sound, and then he sat down on the very edge of the couch, as far away from you as he could get, but still close enough that you could smell his cologne, the scent you’d missed so much it made your chest ache.

“i hate this,” he said, and his voice was thick, like he was about to cry. “i hate not talking to you. i hate walking around this place and feeling like i don’t even know you anymore. i hate coming home and you don’t smile at me, or talk to me, or even look at me. it’s killing me, y/n.”

your eyes burned, and you blinked fast to stop the tears from falling, but you still didn’t turn to look at him. “you said you needed space,” you whispered, and your voice came out small and broken. “i’m giving you space. isn’t that what you wanted?”

“no,” jungwon said, and there was desperation in his voice now, something raw and real that you hadn’t heard in days. “that’s not what i wanted. i was just tired, and i was stupid. i said things I didn’t mean and… and i never wanted space from you. i never want space from you. i just… i didn’t know how to tell you that i was scared that i wasn’t doing enough, scared that one day you’d get tired of waiting and you’d leave.”

that made you turn your head, finally, to look at him. his eyes were shiny, tears glistening at the corners, and his face looked so tired, so sad, that all the anger and pride you’d been holding onto for the last three days just melted away completely, leaving nothing but love and hurt and the overwhelming need to be close to him. to hold him.

“you really think i’d leave you?” you asked, your voice shaking. “jungwon, you’re everything to me. i felt like you didn’t want me anymore. like i wasn’t important enough to make time for. that’s all i ever wanted. to feel like i matter to you, like i’m a priority.”

“you are,” he said immediately, leaning forward like he couldn’t help it, his eyes locked on yours. “you’re the most important thing in my whole life. more than my job, more than anything. i’m so sorry. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel that way. i was being stupid, and i never should have yelled at you, or made you feel like you were bothering me, or any of it. i love you. i love you so much it hurts, and i hate that i hurt you.”

the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, rolling down your cheeks, and you didn’t even try to wipe them away. jungwon reached out slowly, like he was scared you’d pull away, and when you didn’t move, he took your hand in his. his hand was warm, his fingers wrapping around yours tightly, and it felt like coming home.

“i’m sorry too,” you whispered, squeezing his hand back as hard as you could. “i shouldn’t have said those things. i know how hard you work, and i know how tired you get. i just miss you, that’s all. i miss us.”

“i miss us too,” he said, and then he was moving closer, shifting across the couch until there was almost no space left between you. he let go of your hand only to reach up and cup your face in both his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your wet cheeks, wiping away your tears. his touch was soft, so gentle it made your heart race, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes for a second just to feel him there. “can we stop fighting now? please? i can’t take another day of this.“

you opened your eyes to look at him, and you saw everything you’d ever wanted to see there. love, and regret, and that soft look he only ever gave you. “yeah,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “we can stop.”

for a second, neither of you said anything. you just looked at each other, drinking each other in, like you were making up for all the time you’d spent not looking at each other. the tension that had been in the air wasn’t gone completely, but it had changed. before it was sharp and angry, but now it was thick and heavy, something warm and tight in your chest that made your breath catch in your throat.

jungwon’s eyes suddenly dropped from your eyes down to your lips, and they stayed there, darkening, his breathing getting a little faster, a little shallower. you felt your own heart start to beat faster, a heat spreading through your body that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. you’d missed this. missed the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, like you were everything he ever needed.

“y/n,” he breathed out, his voice rough now, different from before, lower, thicker, full of a need that matched your own. “i want you. god, i want you so bad i feel like i’m going crazy. these last three days… every time i looked at you and couldn’t touch you, couldn’t hold you, it was torture. i need you. please.”

you didn’t answer with words. you just leaned forward, closing the tiny bit of space left between you, and pressed your lips to his.

it wasn’t soft or gentle at first. it was desperate, hungry, like you were both trying to make up for all the time you’d spent apart, all the words you hadn’t said, all the touches you hadn’t shared. his lips were warm and soft, and he kissed you like he was trying to memorize every part of you, his mouth moving against yours with a urgency that made your head spin. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips, and you could feel him beneath you, how much he wanted you, and it made a wave of heat wash over you so strong it made you shiver.

you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your body and making your heart race even faster. his hands roamed over your back, your waist, your hips, touching you everywhere he could, like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed to feel every inch of you to believe you were really there, really his.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, between kisses, his voice broken and desperate. “i’m so sorry, baby, i love you, i love you so much.”

“i love you too,” you whispered back, kissing him again, harder, needing him to feel it, to know it. “i love you, jungwon, only you.”

he kissed you like he was claiming you all over again, his tongue brushing against yours, slow and deep, making you forget everything but him, forget the fight, forget the silence, because right now there was nothing but him and the way he was touching you and the way he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. he held you so tight it was almost like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go, and you held him just as tight, your arms wrapped around his neck, your body pressed flush against his, feeling every part of him, every beat of his heart.

he moved his kisses from your lips down to your jaw, then to your neck, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, making you gasp and tilt your head back to give him more access. he bit gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear, then soothed it with his tongue, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped your lips, the sound making him groan again, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging into your skin.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice rough against your skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down your spine. “every time you make that sound… every time you look at me like that… i lose my mind. i missed this so much. i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too,” you said, your voice breathless, your hands moving down his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, “so much, jungwon. it hurt so bad not having you close.”

“i know, baby, i know,” he said, looking back up at you, his eyes dark and full of love, his lips swollen and red from kissing you. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch soft even though everything else about this moment was intense. “i’m never letting you go again. i’ll never make you feel like you’re not important, or like you have to wait for me, or any of that ever again. you’re mine, and i’m yours.”

he pulled you down to kiss him again, and this time it was slower, deeper, more tender but just as intense, full of all the love and longing you’d both kept bottled up for days. every kiss, every touch, every word whispered between you felt like it was healing the little cracks that had formed in your relationship over the last few days, putting you back together stronger than before. you could feel all the tension leaving your body, all the anger and hurt melting away, replaced by this warm, overwhelming feeling of being wanted, being loved, being exactly where you were supposed to be.

he stood up suddenly, lifting you easily in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried you down the hall to your bedroom. he didn’t put you down right away, just walked over to the bed and sat down with you still in his lap, kissing you like he couldn’t stop, like even if he had all the time in the world it wouldn’t be enough. his hands were everywhere, touching you, caressing you, memorizing every part of you, and you did the same, running your hands over his shoulders, his back, his arms, just needing to feel him.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, his eyes looking into yours with so much love it made your chest feel tight in the best way. “so perfect.” he continued between kisses, “i don’t deserve you, but i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i promise. i’ll do anything you want.”

“i just want you,” you said, and it was the truth, more than anything, “just you, jungwon. that’s all i ever wanted.”

he smiled then, a real, bright, beautiful smile, the kind you hadn’t seen in days, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and made your heart feel like it was going to burst. he kissed you again, soft and sweet this time.

the room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table, casting warm gold light over everything. jungwon shifted back until his back hit the headboard, never once letting you move away from him, his arms locked tight around your waist like he was terrified you’d slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip even a little. you were still straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his hips, and every small shift of your body against his made him let out these quiet, shaky breaths that went straight to your head, making your skin burn hot all over.

his hands slid down from your waist to your thighs, fingers pressing gently into the soft skin there, then back up under the hem of your shirt, his palms warm and rough in the best way as they moved slowly up your back. when his fingers brushed against your bare skin, you shivered, and he hummed low in his throat, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, right over the spot he knew always made you weak.

“i missed touching you like this,” he murmured against your skin, his voice still thick and rough, full of all the things he hadn’t been able to say or do for days. “missed feeling you breathe against me, missed the way you shiver when i touch you… god, these last three days felt like three years. every night i’d lie right here, right next to you, and i couldn’t even reach out to hold you. it nearly broke me.”

you tangled your fingers deeper into his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned, his head tipping back just enough for you to kiss along his jawline, down to the curve of his neck where his pulse was beating fast and hard, just like yours. “you were the one who wouldn’t talk to me,” you whispered, but there was no bite left in your words now, only softness and longing, your lips brushing against his skin with every word. “you walked past me like i was just… nothing.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and shiny, full of regret and that heavy, hungry need that had been building up between you for so long. his hands came up to cup your face again, thumbs brushing over your cheeks, over the spots where you’d cried earlier. “i was being so stupid,” he said, firmly, like he needed you to believe it more than anything. “but i was hurting too, you know? i hated fighting with you more than anything, but i was too proud to say it first. scared that i’d mess it up even worse, or you’d push me away again.“

he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “i’m never doing that again. i’ll never give you the silent treatment again. i’d rather beg for your forgiveness every single day than go through that.”

before you could answer, he pulled you in and kissed you again even deeper, slower, like he was trying to pour every single feeling he had into it: the regret, the love, the longing, the desperate need to make you feel how much you meant to him. his hands slid further up your back, pulling your body flush against his, so close there wasn’t even a breath of space left between you, and you could feel everything. every hard line of his body, every sharp intake of breath when you moved against him just a little bit more.

you could feel how much he wanted you, the way his body reacted to every small touch, every kiss, every little sound you made against his lips, and it made your head spin, made your own need burn hotter and brighter. you’d spent days aching for him and now that you had him, it felt like every missing piece of you was clicking back into place, like the whole world finally felt right again.

his fingers found the edge of your shirt, and he paused, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft but burning, questioning. “can i?” he asked, voice barely a whisper, and you nodded immediately, already lifting your arms to help him. he pulled it over your head and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second, like he was scared to miss a single expression on your face. then his hands were back on you, warm and firm, touching every inch of newly exposed skin.

“you’re so beautiful,” he repeated again, meaning every word, and leaned down to press kisses to your shoulders, your chest, everywhere his lips could reach, slow and reverent and so full of love it made your eyes burn with happy tears. “so, so perfect. i look at you sometimes and i wonder how i got so lucky.”

“jungwon…” you whispered, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart under your palms. you pushed his own shirt up, and he helped you pull it off, tossing it away too, and then you were touching his bare skin too, running your hands over his shoulders, his back, the muscles you knew he worked so hard for, feeling the warmth of him, the strength of him. “you’re everything to me. you know that, right? no amount of fighting or silence or anything will ever change that.”

he looked up at you, his eyes soft and bright, and a small smile tugged at his lips, “i know,” he said, softly. “and you’re everything to me. always.”

he shifted his weight, lowering you gently back onto the mattress, his body coming down over yours, settling perfectly between your legs like he was made just to be there. he propped himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush you, but pressed his body as close as he could.

he kissed you again, his hands wandering over every curve of your body, touching you with so much care but so much need, like he couldn’t decide whether to go slow and savor every second or take everything he’d been missing all at once.

“i love you,” he said, over and over, between kisses, against your lips, against your neck, against your chest, like it was the only thing he knew how to say, the only thing that mattered. “i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you.”

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, and he groaned low in his throat, his hips pressing gently against yours, the friction making you both gasp softly.

he moved slowly, taking his time, treating you like something precious, something he never wanted to break or lose. every touch was intentional, every kiss was full of longing, every movement was a promise, that he’d be better, that he’d love you right, that he’d never let you feel alone again. and as he moved with you, as you moved with him, everything you’d both been holding back all the days of missing each other, came pouring out.

when it was over, he didn’t move away. he collapsed gently onto his side, pulling you tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around you so completely you could barely tell where you ended and he began. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers running slowly and softly through your hair, just holding you, breathing in your scent, like he was finally at peace.

you rested your head against his chest. the room was quiet now, soft and warm, and for the first time in three days, there wasn’t a heavy or empty feeling.

“next time,” jungwon said softly, his voice rumbling in his chest under your ear, his hand still moving gently through your hair, “if i ever make you feel bad again… or if we ever fight… just yell at me. hit me if you want. just don’t let me go silent. don’t let me be away from you like that again. it hurts too much.”

you smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his skin. “i promise,” you said quietly. “just don’t push me away.”

“never,” he said, immediately, tightening his hold on you. “you’re mine, remember? and i’m yours. that’s the only thing that matters.”

he tilted your face up to his one more time, kissing you soft and sweet, slow and deep, full of everything you both felt. outside , the night was quiet, but inside, wrapped up in each others arms, everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. the fight was gone, the silence was broken, and the only thing left was love. big, messy, stubborn, perfect love, just like it had always been, and just like it always would be.

FUCK IT nishimura riki

summary. driven by weeks of suppressed desire and a recent obsession. riki abandons all pretenses of "roommate rules."

content. kissing/making out kinda, suggestive??!!? riki going crazy lowk

the air in the shared apartment had become a conductor for a current that neither riki nor you knew how to switch off. It had been three weeks since the incident—three weeks since the cheap, sliding lock on the bathroom door had given way under his absent-minded shove.

riki had been exhausted that night, stumbling home from a tiring dance class, his mind a haze of choreography and soreness. he’d pushed the door open, expecting cold tile and silence. instead, he found a sanctuary of steam and the scent of your vanilla body wash.

he had frozen. through the translucent glass of the shower stall, he didn’t just see a roommate. he saw the arch of your back as you reached for the showerhead, the water cascading over the slopes of your shoulders, and the way your skin glistened, golden and slick, under the overhead light. for five agonizing seconds, his brain failed to signal his feet to move. he had watched the water trace the line of your hip, mesmerized by the raw, natural beauty of you. when you finally turned and let out a startled cry, he had bolted, slamming the door shut, his heart hammering against his ribs.

since that night, the apartment had shrunk. the hallways felt narrower, the kitchen was a minefield of accidental brushes and averted gazes.

riki was losing his mind. every time he sat on the couch, he saw the silhouette of you in the steam. every time he heard the pipes rattle as the shower turned on, his throat went dry. he was a man possessed by a vision he wasn't supposed to have, fueled by a yearning that had transitioned from a low hum to a deafening roar. he wanted to apologize, but how do you apologize for the fact that you can’t stop picturing the way the water trailed down someone’s spine?

tonight, the atmosphere was particularly suffocating. a summer storm was brewing outside, the sky turning a bruised purple, matching the turbulent mood inside the living room. you were curled up on the armchair, pretending to watch a movie, but your eyes hadn't moved from the same frame in minutes.

riki was pacing. he moved from the window to the kitchen island, his movements restless and jagged. he was wearing a thin black tank top, and the muscles in his arms were taut with a tension he couldn't shake. he could feel your eyes on him—heavy, questioning, and filled with a heat that made his blood simmer.

"riki, sit down," you said softly, your voice cutting through the hum of the air conditioner. "you’re making me nervous."

he stopped mid-stride, his back to you. he took a deep breath, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of his pulse. "i can't."

"why not?"

he turned then, and the look in his eyes made your breath hitch. it wasn't the look of a roommate. it was the look of a man who had reached the absolute end of his tether. he walked toward you, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

"you know why," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, vibrating growl. he stopped just inches from you, the heat radiating off his body, hitting you.

you looked up at him, your lips parting. the air between you was thick enough to touch, charged with weeks of unspoken desire and the memory of that night in the bathroom. you could see the hunger in his gaze, a dark, primal want that mirrored the ache in your own chest. you had been waiting for this, waiting for the tension to snap, for the polite facade to crumble.

riki looked down at you, his eyes tracing the line of your throat, the curve of your chest, and finally settling on your mouth. he remembered the steam. he remembered the curve of your waist. he remembered the way his heart had stopped when he realized just how much he wanted to be the one touching you instead of the water.

he fought it for one last second. he thought about the friendship, the lease, the "rules" of the living arrangement. but then you shifted, your thigh brushing against his sweatpants, and the last thread of his restraint vanished.

"fuck it," he breathed, the words more a confession than a curse.

in one fluid motion, he reached down, his hands sliding into your hair and pulling you up from the chair. his mouth crashed onto yours with a desperate, crushing intensity.

he groaned into the kiss, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. his tongue pushed past your lips, seeking yours with a feral hunger that told you exactly how long he had been starving for this. he tasted of mint and unspoken promises, his hands gripping you as if you were the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control.

he backed you up against the wall, his body pinning yours, his hardness pressing into the soft curve of your belly. the "fuck it" wasn't just about the kiss. it was about the surrender. he was done pretending. he was done being just a roommate. as he trailed his kisses down to the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point, you knew there was no going back. the fire he’d been nursing in the dark had finally caught, and it was going to burn down.

the air in the living room had become too hard to breathe. every gasp you pulled from riki’s lungs and every desperate press of his body against yours made the walls feel like they were closing in. the storm outside finally broke, a heavy downpour slamming against the windows, but the thunder was drowned out by the sound of riki’s ragged breathing against your ear.

he pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes dark with a glazed, hypnotic intensity. his thumbs traced your cheekbones, trembling slightly. "my room," he managed to choke out, the command thick with a need so raw it made your knees weak.

he didn't wait for an answer. his hand slid down to lock with yours, his grip firm and possessive, as he led you down the narrow hallway. the short distance felt like miles, the anticipation building until it was a physical weight. when you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind you, the click of the lock echoing like a starting pistol.

the room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the rain-streaked glass. riki didn't give you a second to breathe. he turned you around, his hands finding your waist and lifting you effortlessly until you were sitting on the edge of his dresser. he stepped between your legs, forcing your knees wide, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"i’ve been going crazy," he confessed, his voice muffled against your skin. "every time i saw you in that kitchen, every time i walked past that bathroom door... i could still see you. the way the water looked on you. i couldn't get it out of my head."

he bit down gently on the sensitive cord of your neck, making you arch your back and cry out his name. the sound seemed to snap something inside him. his hands traveled upward, sliding under the hem of your shirt, his palms hot and callous against your ribs. he was tactile, greedy, as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin to replace the ghost of the silhouette he’d seen through the glass.

"i wanted to touch you like this since the day i moved in," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "but after that night? my mind just couldn’t stop thinking about you. i needed you.”

he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it blindly into the shadows, his eyes roaming over you with an appreciation that was heavy with lust. he looked at you the way a starving man looks at a feast—with a mixture of reverence and terrifying hunger. when his hands returned to your body, they were less patient. he was seeking every curve, every dip, his touch trailing fire wherever he landed.

with a low groan, he leaned in to capture your lips again, this time slower, deeper, tasting of a desire that had been fermented in weeks of forced politeness. he moved his hands to your hips, pulling you flush against him until there wasn't a breath of space left. you could feel the frantic thrum of his heart against your chest, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.

"you’re mine tonight," he rasped, his gaze locking onto yours, dark and unwavering. "no more roommate rules.”

he swept you up into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and carried you the few steps to his bed. as he lowered you onto the cool sheets and followed you down, the "fuck it" from earlier felt like a distant memory. now, there was only the heat, the storm, and the overwhelming reality of riki finally having exactly what he’d been waiting for.

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content. just crack tbh 😭

content. tin as your bf, just a lot of crack tbh :P

content. riki as your boyf, just a few cuss words