(고르티스).ᐟ M.E x fem!reader
IN WHICH — Your boyfriend couldn't contain his excitement when he saw you in his pair of baggy jeans for the first time. He is down so bad.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Kisses, swearing.
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1,2k —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Dressing up wasn't really your thing. On a usual day, you'd prefer putting on a random hoodie that's lying on the floor somewhere, some sweat pants, throw on a pair of white sneakers, and call it an outfit.
But today is not a usual day, you and your friends will be going to a music festival your university is hosting and has insisted that you dress 'hip-hop-y'. So here you are right now, checking yourself in the mirror.
You put on a little more makeup than you'd usually wear, style your hair, and wear a cropped red tank top that hugs your body, making your curves visible.
You look hot, especially after putting on some accessories to complete the look.
But just like any other girl, the more you look at yourself, the more you feel that something isn't quite right. You feel like you need to change something, and that's when you decide it's the black sweatpants that don't fit the aesthetics.
So you look around your room, as the speaker hums in the background playing 'Lover, you should've come over' by Jeff Buckley. Your boyfriend is sleeping soundly on your bed, snuggling with your giant teddy bear.
You chuckle at the sight— it's funny to see Martin, who's taller than a skyscraper in your mind, cuddling like a toddler with a giant teddy bear, who looks a lot smaller when he holds it.
Martin is different— he took fashion as a full-time job. His wardrobe is filled with a bunch of different items.
You? Your wardrobe is just filled with a lot of different colored hoodies and t-shirts, maybe some dresses here and there, but that's about it.
You carefully open your wardrobe to look for something to fit, but nothing seems to catch your eye.
I really need to buy new clothes...
You just realized how basic you are, and you don't have any other option than whatever things you have in your wardrobe.
You sigh, closing it carefully. You were hopeless, thinking maybe the sweatpants were not too bad. But it looks like heaven is on your side today, because you saw Martin's jorts lying peacefully on the couch as if it's calling your name, asking to be worn.
You beam when you see it, quickly grab it, and head back to the bathroom to put it on. And once you did, the outfit finally feels complete now.
It's slightly bigger, making it look a little baggy on you, hanging loosely on your hip. It's perfect.
You tiptoe back into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed beside your boyfriend's sleeping figure as you tap on his pinkish cheeks.
"Martin, I'll be going now, okay?"
You whisper into his ear, kissing his soft cheeks.
He lets out a little sound, letting you know that he's listening but still wants to sleep a little longer.
You ruffle his hair, then cover his body with a blanket. You make your way to the front door, your boots making soft thumps as you walk on the wooden floor.
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The festival was crowded— most of the people there looked like they had spent the whole night picking an outfit. You were very thankful for your friend who was literally begging you to dress up, or else, you'd get mistaken for the festival's staff if you wore your usual fit.
It was a fun festival, and most artists you knew came as guests. You and your group went food hunting, took a bunch of selfies with random people, and sang your hearts out.
Until evening greets the festival.
By the end of it, you were exhausted from all the dancing and singing, and your friends were too. You all said goodbye, then parted ways, heading to your own homes.
It was 8 AM by the time you arrived at your apartment, your hair wasn't as styled as before, and your makeup was slightly smudged from the heat.
You opened the front door and were immediately greeted by the smell of fresh pizza. You make your way to the living room, looking for your boyfriend, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a slice of pizza in his hand.
"You're hom—"
Martin couldn't finish his sentence when he saw what you were wearing, his jaw hanging as his mouth agape. He was flabbergasted at the sight.
"Hey tin-ie."
You casually said, as if you didn't just send his soul above to heaven.
It took a second before you noticed him perceiving you. He was eyeing you up and down thoroughly, especially the jorts hanging loosely on your hips, revealing the soft skin of your waist.
You looked back at him dumbfounded.
"...What?"
"Is that my jorts?"
He questioned while still gawking at you, as if the sight in front of him would fade away if he took his eyes off it.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't know what to wear, then I saw yours just lying on the couch. So I wore it." You said matter-of-factly.
You make your way to him, but just as you were about to sit, Martin held your waist, keeping you standing in front of his sitting figure.
"No, No. Stay like this."
He examined you, the way his jorts somehow looked more ravishing when you wore them, the way your tank top hugged your upper body, making you look more stunning.
Then he looked down your hips again.
Other dudes probably gawked at her... The whole day... without me...
He disliked the idea of other men looking at what's his. He'd imagined you got flirted with way too much with this fit, when in fact nobody even dared to come up to you.
"How many guys came up to you today?" He shamelessly asked that question.
You laughed at that question because nobody came up to you, you were too busy having fun with your friends, maybe a couple of photos with other groups of friends, but nothing else besides that.
"Nobody?" You giggled.
"What... But look at you, damn..."
The only one who's gawking right now is him— he probably gawks more than the other dudes at the festival.
You could only giggle at him. He pulled you closer by your waist, hugging your hips as you ruffled his hair.
You can't help it, he's so cute when he's jealous. He's more physical with you when it happens, and you love nothing more than that.
"C'mere"
He pulled you to sit on his lap, then kissed your whole face once you did, earning ticklish giggles from you.
"You really like this fit that much?"
You cupped his jaw, kissing the corner of his lips, resulting in him holding you tighter in place.
"Is it that obvious?" He teased.
You chuckled as he leaned in, kissing your forehead, then your eyelids, then the curve of your nose, both of your cheeks, your jaws, before finally leaning in to kiss your lips.
He gave your lips a bunch of pecks before kissing you properly.
His soft lips danced with yours in a slow, intimate pace. His hands are still holding your waist, making slow circles on the soft surface of your skin. Your arms embraced his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss before pulling apart, your noses touching.
"Please wear my clothes every day." He whispered.
Since then, he insisted on dressing you up, even when there's no occasion whatsoever. He loves how your scent slowly invaded his clothes, how small and cute you looked in his T-shirt.
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(엄성현) e.sh x fem!reader
☆ making out .
IN WHICH — A restless night turned into a restless guessing game with your needy boyfriend.
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It was a rainy night. The group had just finished a photoshoot when it rained. Everyone was huddled together in the living room drinking hot chocolate while watching a slasher movie.
Seonghyeon was sitting beside you, covered in a giant blanket while holding your arms, hugging it like his pillow –well, you are his personal pillow.
“This movie is lame.”
He whispered so you were the only one who could hear.
You chuckled. You know he can get bored easily.
“Should we head to bed first?”
“Can I sleep over at your room?”
His eyes lit up as he asked that question, earning a slight eyebrow raise from you.
You were thinking about it –it is a very cozy night to be huddled together with your boyfriend all night long, wasn’t it? But then you remembered tomorrow’s schedule –you’ll all need to wake up early –and knowing Seonghyeon, he would not let you sleep that easily, especially when he’s this needy.
“Nope.”
You said, shaking your head as you slowly stood up, uncovering yourself from the thick blanket.
“C’mooonn.”
He tugged your arm.
The members looked at the two of you with an irritation visible on their faces.
“Ugh. If y’all want to be all lovey-dovey, don’t do it here. Get a room, you two.”
Martin groaned, while the other hummed in agreement.
“Okay. Goodnight Y’all!”
Seonghyeon cheered, pushing your body in the direction of your room, leaving the rest of the members, whose faces were still scrunched in disgust.
In your room, the two of you were already huddled up on your bed.
Neither of you had found the feeling of sleepiness yet, but you were trying to let sleep consume you –your eyes were closed as your breathing slowed down, finding its own calming rhythm. While beside you, Seonghyeon couldn’t seem to find his peace –he kept on changing position while somehow still managing to hold your figure in his arms.
And because of that, you also couldn’t find your peace.
“What’s wrong, Hyeonnie?”
You asked. Your voice was low and coarse from the dryness in your throat.
“It’s nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He assured you, caressing your hair as he pulled you in deeper into his embrace.
The voices from the living room had quieted down, a sign that everyone else was already sleeping.
“Should we brush our teeth again?”
“…what?”
That question came out of nowhere –it was just a random thought in his mind that he accidentally blurted out, or maybe intentionally.
“I’m bored, I couldn’t sleep…”
He groaned, finally moving his arms to rub his eyes.
“We’ve brushed our teeth already.”
“I know, but… Can we please do something to tire me out?”
He sat up, throwing the blanket away from both of your bodies.
You also sat up, sighing quietly through your nose as you thought of what to do. While your eyes searched all around your dark room, your eyes caught a significant paper bag –You just remembered you bought a whole lot of flavored chapstick.
And as if on cue, Seonhyeon’s eyes landed on the same bag –he immediately stood up and grabbed it before sitting back on the bed. He rummaged through the bag before pulling out some of the chapstick with excitement in his eyes.
You know where this is going.
“Let’s do that one challenge!”
Of course, that is actually why you bought all of those flavored chapsticks –so you could do the challenge with him someday –you just didn’t expect it to be tonight. But you were more than okay with it. In fact, you were excited.
“Okay, sure. But we’re heading right back to sleep after it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You grabbed the bag from his lap, but before you could even ask him to turn around and pick a flavor, he grabbed the bag from your hand with a sinister smile on his face.
“You’ll be the one guessing.”
“What? But it’s my chapstick.”
You glared at him, and he just shook his head while keeping that deadly smile of his.
“Nuh uh. Now turn around.”
You sighed, eventually turning your body around as he rummaged through the bag, looking for the desired flavor to apply to his lips.
“Okay.”
You turned around to face him again. He was ready, all smiles and giggles too.
You shook your head before slowly reaching your hand out to cup his cheek, then slowly closing the gap in between the two of you, pecking his velvet lips.
“Hmm… Cherry?”
“Nope, try again.”
He closed his eyes, ready for another kiss.
You went in for another peck, just a peck. But when your lips met his, his hands were already on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he slowly moved his lips in rhythm with yours.
You giggled into the kiss, clearly caught off guard.
When the two of you pulled back, both of you were out of breath, and you had forgotten the taste of the chapstick on his lips.
“Um, …cherry…?”
You hesitantly answered in a small voice, earning a very attractive chuckle from your boyfriend.
“You’ve guessed that one, baby.”
“…Oh…”
You were suddenly flustered, his eyes burning your whole body.
“Try again?”
You nodded before turning your body around, letting him put on the same chapstick again. When he was done, he immediately pulled you into another kiss, and this time it was much more needy.
And once again you forgot to even remember the taste of the chapstick –all you could feel was his velvety lips colliding with yours as if it were meant to be, like a puzzle being solved. It was satisfying.
Both of you didn’t pull away, clearly in too deep with the kiss and completely forgot about the challenge.
You opened one of your eyes, then your eyes caught a glimpse of the cherry chapstick lying on the mattress –he was cheating, but you couldn’t complain, though. You clearly enjoyed it.
Let’s just say the two of you were the last ones to wake up the next day, with red marks from the cherry chapstick still visible near both of your lips.
Housemate! (김주훈) Kim Juhoon x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH - You couldn't hide your desire to kiss your cute housemate's soft lips after you got home from a drunk hangout.
Wc: 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol.
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The world feels like it's walking.
You were trying so hard to keep your feet on the ground as you swayed left and right, the streetlamps were unusually attacking your eyes with their obnoxious brightness as you tried to keep them open.
It was supposed to be a usual hangout. Going out with James to meet some old friends, grab some coffee, chat here and there, catching up with each other's lives. But then one of your friends thinks it's a great idea to go to karaoke and be drunk.
The problem is, you have a very low tolerance for alcohol. Yet you didn't want to miss the fun and went for it, even though James had already whined and told you that it's going to be a pain in the ass bringing you home.
He was right. Here you are now, trying so hard to walk on your own refusing to be helped by him, proving his point.
"That's not the right way Y/n!"
You were walking way ahead of him, already turning the wrong way going into a dark alleyway. Now, we wouldn't want you to be killed by a random psychopath who's probably hiding in that dark alley right? James immediately ran to you, dragging your body to the right way as he held his phone with one hand, trying to order a Taxi to get you back home.
He sighs at your state right now. Your once curled hair had already turned into what looks like a bird nest, your lipstick is smudged from all the drinks you had, and your eyes are half lidded, trying to avoid all the lights on the street.
James calls Juhoon to make sure he gets you when James brings you home, at least you’ll get taken care of before you destroy the apartment.
"Yo dude, we're heading home right now. Please wait at the door for us... She's talking to the wall right now..." He sighs once again, running his hand through his brown locks, looking at your dumb ass.
You were having a full conversation with the wall, with hand gestures too as if it were answering all your questions. Well, the wall has a duck graffiti on it, so you were probably trying to 'talk' to the duck, asking it to go home with you.
When the Taxi finally arrived, James once again dragged your smaller frame into the car. And of course you didn't want to leave the 'duck' alone in the street.
"But that duck doesn't have a home... I have to bring it home!" Your words were slurred, already crying since the car left that duck.
"That duck couldn't even open its mouth Y/n. You know what, save the duck conversation for Juhoon." James is already tired of your antics, he's just trying to have a quiet drive bringing you home.
But you keep blabbering about shits he couldn't even comprehend anymore, he's having a pounding headache from the alcohol, and from you already.
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By the time you arrived at your apartment building, you were still blabbering about that duck, saying something about blaming James if you found the duck dead by the morning.
James didn't have enough energy to even say a word to you, all of his energy was used to drag you to your unit faster so he wouldn't deal with the drunk you anymore. And yes, you are super annoying when you're drunk, which is kinda rare. But still, the members would avoid you from touching any alcoholic drink due to how hard you are to deal with, and tonight, James failed to keep you away from it.
James sighs in content as he arrives in front of your unit, keeping you standing still with one of his hands as he presses the bell with the other.
Your head feels heavy, and your body feels so light. It's so unbalanced that your head is lolling from side to side.
Juhoon finally opens the door, finding you in a concerning state.
"God. Take her now please." James whined as he shoved you, who were still talking about that duck all over again.
Juhoon caught you before you could plant your face into the floor, keeping you steady in his embrace. He runs his hand through your messy locks, searching for your eyes who is unfocused.
"I got her. Thanks for bringing her home James."
James nods tiredly, waving Juhoon goodbye as he walks down the corridor heading back to his own apartment.
Juhoon closes the door with his foot, his hands steadying you. Your head is resting on his shoulder, while of course complaining about the duck back at that wall.
"It's going to die alone there... and I will be held accountable for it." You whined on his shoulder.
"No you're not Y/n. C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You lift your head to look at him, squinting your eyes as if trying to recognize something. He stared back at you trying to figure out what you're trying to do.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or what, but he looks so ethereal right now that you couldn't take your eyes off him, the lights hit him in every right spot, enhancing his features. You look deeply into his eyes, then slowly down to his plump lips.
Juhoon walked you to your room, helping you to get into bed. You were quiet the whole time, you didn't even make a sound nor talking about the duck anymore. But your eyes are always on him as he grabs your makeup remover from your vanity.
He sat next to you with cotton pads and micellar water in his hand, then his hand found your cheeks as he started to gently remove the smudged makeup on your face.
You are mesmerized, his face is inches from you, eyes focused on searching for any makeup left on your face as his hands gently work with your face.
Then once again, your eyes caught his lips.
"You... You have pretty lips Jju..." You slurred
Juhoon looks at you, stopping his every movement. The tips of his ears are faintly red, and he can feel his blood running up to his face. He didn't say anything as he continued to clean your face.
"Like, you know those K-drama people, they have this... super kissable lips. I think yours too." You blabbered, eyes locked on his lips.
Your pointer finger reaches up to his lips and pokes it, feeling how soft it is on your finger.
"It makes anyone want to kiss it, you know.." You continue.
Juhoon is beyond flustered, blinking his eyes as he looks at your eyes, realizing you had been staring at his lips the whole time.
The thought of you wanting to kiss him makes him giddy. He had always had feelings for you, even before you became his housemate, but he was too shy. You are a lively person, an explosion of emotions. He truly adores you for that, as he was the opposite. He is a reserved person, the one who calmly observes his surroundings.
He likes observing you, your cheerful demeanor makes him feel your happiness whenever you're with him. Your clumsiness is cute in his eyes, you couldn't hold your phone for ten seconds without dropping it. And seeing you drunk actually is one of his favorites, you are so unfiltered when you're drunk. Just like right now, you basically just confessed that you wanted to kiss him, and he can't help but desperately want to do the same to you.
"You want to kiss it?"
His voice hushed, he has stopped cleaning your face since you said that. He looks deeply into your drunken haze, trying to find the sincerity in your words.
You unconsciously nod, looking up into his eyes with desperation as you bite your lips, trying to hold back the urge to kiss him immediately without his approval.
Juhoon smiled softly. He puts aside the cotton pads to hold your face properly. His face got even closer to yours intentionally so that your noses almost touch. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips, making it even more unbearable to hold back.
"Then kiss it."
He said that like it's nothing as he caressed your cheeks with his thumb.
You were frozen in place, too shocked to do anything. And before you could comprehend it, he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It's such a soft kiss, melting you into him.
He pulls back too quickly. You want more, his lips already got you addicted to it.
"Do it again." You say, eyes looking straight at his, glancing at his lips once in a while begging for more.
Juhoon chuckled. His hands finds it way to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. His lips ghosting yours as his hands move underneath your shirt, caressing your skin.
He kisses you again. This time he moves his lips slowly, feeling every bit of your lips. Your hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. You didn't hold back, you were devouring him. He tastes like vanilla and mint, just like how you imagined he'd taste.
He pushed you into the mattress, lips never leaving yours as he positioned himself on top of you, deepening the kiss even more. His hand captures yours, locking both of them on top of your head.
The kiss was rough, like he's been desperately waiting for this moment. He explores your mouth like his life depends on it. He feels euphoria throughout his body, wanting you more and more each second.
The two of you are out of breath when you separate. His eyes look drunk even though he's not the one who's been drinking. His hand still locked yours in place as he deeply stared at your drunken haze. You look pretty with messy hair and wet lips under him, he just can't get enough of you.
You were whining when he pulled back, asking for more of his soft, plump lips.
But he knew you were still half drunk, he wanted to kiss you when you were completely sober, feeling each other's lips up while being fully aware of it.
"Okay, you better get some sleep now babe." He said, already pulling away from your body, tucking you inside the blanket.
"But we can sleep later..." you whined.
Juhoon only chuckled at your attempt to make him kiss you again. He places himself next to you, covering his own body with the blanket.
"You will get unlimited kisses from me tomorrow baby. Now you have to get some rest, or you'll whine about the headache tomorrow."
He says as he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you. You melt into his touch immediately, your eyes already feel heavy with his warm touch. You placed your head on the crook of his neck, feeling his body warmth and sweet scent.
Juhoon smiled contentedly as sleep consumed both of you.
(코르티스) .ᐟ 6th member!reader
IN WHICH — "Martin teaching you the new dance moves leads to you getting injured and Martin crying in your arms."
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. dislocated shoulder, hospitals, cursing, kissing, and Martin being such a cutie patootie.
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2,3k —fluff, angst.
ᢉ𐭩 Being the only girl in Cortis isn't easy at all.
Surrounded by basically giants every day was not one of your plans back then. Don't get the wrong idea, you've actually had the most fun of your life with them and only them, that's one of the pros of being with these long-limbed goofballs.
The cons? Their strength is really hard to match. Of course, they're basically built with muscles and loads of unlimited energy, especially with the younger ones. But they also came with creativity in their package, they never ran out of ideas for songs and beats, or in today's case, choreography.
You were crying your lungs out while clutching your shoulder as if it's going to escape and never come back if you don't, you couldn't even breathe properly, and your face got so red from suffocation.
You could hear your shoulder crack each time you moved for even an inch, the pain is so unbearable that you almost lose consciousness if Martin isn't holding you, guiding you to breathe.
Your eyes are clutched shut, but you can hear the panic of the others just by their feet thumping on the wooden floor, probably looking for the manager, or just anyone that can help.
"Shit- That's a dislocated shoulder Y/n... Hang on okay?"
Martin inspected your source of pain, and yes, you got a pretty bad injury. He tried to calm you down, even though it's clear in his voice that he's panicking himself.
How did this happen?
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It was just a casual practice for Cortis, they were supposedly evaluating their choreography for 'TNT'.
Supposedly.
Instead of evaluating the finished choreography, they were testing other moves for the chorus part, telling the other choreographer that it was too "easy" for them.
For them, duh.
Martin and James were directly in front of the mirrors, moving their bodies like machines against each other, as if they were in a dance competition or something.
"We should do this for the chorus." Martin said
He demonstrated the move, and it was the most difficult thing you've ever seen. You haven't even tried it yet, but you knew it was going to be hell learning it, based on how his sleeveless shirt shows his muscles flexed and how he threw his limbs everywhere.
You're not actually that bad at dancing, you knew the basics and how to control your body, but Cortis's dance is a different genre. They would literally move all of their body parts at the same time with so much power, sometimes you'd need extra practice by yourself to correct and memorize the moves.
That's why you're the vocalist of the group. Your voice could send anyone to heaven when they hear the ballad songs you sing. The members would go to you if they need vocal coaching and ad-libs.
"Oooh, not bad. Let's try that with the music." James approved, clapping his hands after Martin showed him the moves.
You could only let out a tired sigh. Martin looked at your already slumped figure, legs sprawled on the floor as you rested your back on the wall, then he grinned, a proud, sly grin. Sometimes you wonder if he does these things just to annoy you.
Juhoon played the music as James and Martin moved in sync.
You watched them, watched Martin. You've always had eyes for that stupidly handsome blonde giant, everything he does literally sends electricity through you, and every touch sends a shiver down your spine.
You'd wonder if he knew what he was doing to you, you swear it felt intentional, like he wanted to gauge reactions out of you. Examples, when he dances, he would glance at you who was watching, or when you're singing, he would look deeply into your eyes with a soft smile etched on his face.
He's such an attention seeker with you, and you love it.
The chorus came to an end as the two of them stopped moving, chest heaving from the intense choreography they had just done. The others clapped while cheering them on. They looked so cool while doing it, and it determined you to try to learn it.
"That was sick, teach me."
You were not asking, you were demanding.
You don't know why, but you got this urge to impress Martin all of a sudden.
"Okay, so first your arms go like this, then lift your left foot up at the same time, like this."
Martin explained every step carefully, making sure you got it right. Sometimes he would guide your arms or feet to the right position.
After about 15 minutes, you finally got it. You wanted to try it with the music with James and Martin, and they agreed, of course.
You were confident that you could do it perfectly, but you forgot that the song was fast, and Martin had been teaching it in slow motion. You failed the first attempt, then second.
They said the Third time is a charm, so you didn't give up and try again with them. This time, you got the first half perfectly, moving in sync with them, you literally looked like the center with the two boys on your sides.
Then the jumping starts, you've always hated that part.
It was a high jump, and being the shortest one means you have to jump higher to match them. But you didn't land perfectly on the floor, your right foot twisted when you landed, making you wobble and fall on your side, colliding your right shoulder straight with the hard floor.
It was the thump sound first, followed by the crack sound, then a sudden, unbearable pain from your shoulder.
"AH-"
You cried, clutching your shoulder, feeling how the bone was wrongly placed as you curled your body on the floor. The music kept going for a second before Juhoon literally screamed your name, then Martin kneeled in front of you, his hands hovering over your body, afraid that if he touched you he would hurt you more.
You were whimpering on the floor, everyone surrounded you, asking if you were okay. Well, clearly you were NOT okay. That fall was hurt by itself, and you're sure your right foot is sprained too, but the pain in your shoulder was too powerful to even feel the pain in your foot. And they didn't help at all by asking if you're okay.
Martin immediately went to leader mode. He told everyone to look for the staff, call the ambulance, or search for any available doctor, nurse, or someone who knew how to deal with this kind of thing in the building.
The other immediately scattered. You tried to move a little, only to be stopped by the stinging pain. Martin held you, keeping you from moving. He noticed the sweat trickling down your forehead, how your breathing is laboured, and your eyes clutched shut.
He wiped the sweat from your forehead, as he tried his best to guide you to breathe.
"Breathe, Y/n, Breathe. Follow my lead, Inhale... Exhale... Okay? You're going to be okay." He cupped your cheek, examining your shoulder.
"Shit- That's a dislocated shoulder Y/n... Hang on okay?"
He heard footsteps outside the studio, then the door opened, revealing the manager.
"What the hell happened?!" Your manager hurriedly kneeled down to you, looking at Martin, demanding an explanation.
Boy, they are going to be in trouble.
"We were practicing on some new moves and she- she fell and probably hit her shoulder directly on the floor." Martin whimpered, he was sweating himself, too worried for the girl he was holding in his arms.
Your manager lets out a tired sigh.
"Y/n hang on, okay, we called the ambulance, they're on their way." He assured.
Then the door burst open again, it was Seonghyeon and Juhoon with a portable oxygen tank. They immediately gave it to the manager so he could pair you up with it.
Thank Goodness, it helped you with your breathing. But the pain was still there, surging from your shoulder to your whole body. This was the first time you've experienced such pain, and you can't handle it. You felt your consciousness running away from you, even with additional oxygen.
Martin saw your eyes go hazy, your brows knitted together weakly as your body almost stopped shaking. He knew you were about to faint.
"Stay with me." He whispered into your ear.
You tried to keep your eyes open, looking at him to focus on the present.
Thankfully, the ambulance arrived. They immediately took you to the nearest hospital, and you were still fighting for your consciousness even when they reached the hospital. The members followed suit behind the nurses, taking you to the E.R. They were told to wait outside with their manager and some staff.
Martin couldn't stay still, he was pacing everywhere. He felt guilty, if only he hadn't changed the choreography, maybe you wouldn't be here. If only he hadn't tried so hard to impress you with such hard and powerful moves, maybe you wouldn't have been hurt.
He was blaming himself the whole time while waiting for you. The others knew he was feeling guilty and tried to comfort him.
"It's okay Martin, she's in great hands. I'm sure she will be alright." Juhoon patted his back softly, while the others gave him supportive smiles. They were concerned too. The look on their face made it obvious. They couldn't muster up any words at all since they got there.
Then they heard it. Your screams and cries.
Inside the E.R, the doctor was performing a closed reduction, shifting your bone back to its supposed position. Even though they had already given you the local anesthesia, you still felt the pain strike each time the doctor moved your arm.
Then one last adjustment, the most painful one, where you had to scream in pain and cry your eyes out.
And.. that's it, your shoulder is finally fixed.
They installed a shoulder immobilizer brace and told you that it needs to be worn for at least two to four weeks, and you have to keep coming to the hospital to get it checked up.
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They let you go home after that. On the way home, the boys keep asking you if your shoulder still hurts or not. You told them that you're fine now and they don't have to worry anymore.
"I just need to wear this for at least two weeks… that sucks." You complained, looking outside the car's window.
The others told you to rest in the dorm for that amount of time, even your manager suggested the same since your comeback is not too near.
Everyone is super caring toward you, asking how you're feeling and everything. But Martin has been silent since you got out of the E.R, he looks sad and disappointed. You know very well that he's putting the blame on him.
Once you all arrive back home, everyone is already too tired to do anything else, so they excuse themselves and go back to their shared rooms.
Except for Martin.
You're about to go to your room, but then you see him making his way to you in the hallway, stopping in his tracks when he notices you looking at him.
"Martin? Are you okay? You should get some rest." You coo as you step toward him.
The dark hallway makes it hard for you to see his face, and his face is lowered, as if he's afraid to face you.
And in fact, he is afraid that you're gonna see his tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes.
"I'm so sorry Y/n..." He whimpered.
His voice sounds so fragile, it broke your heart, hurting you more than the pain from your shoulder. You immediately hug him gently with your good arm, feeling his arms engulfing your smaller frame with such gentle movements, afraid he might hurt you if he moved erratically.
You could feel the top of your head getting wet from his tears, he's crying his heart out, clutching you in his embrace.
You lead him to your room so you could have a moment with him. You both sat on the edge of your bed. He lowered his head, facing his lap as his golden locks fell, covering his eyes.
Your left arm stretches out to cup his cheek, making him look at you.
He looks miserable, sad, and disappointed. He leans more into your hand, feeling the softness of your palm.
"It's not your fault, Tinie..." Your thumb caresses his cheek, wiping away the tears coming down his face.
"I was trying to impress you because you were watching me and everything... Then I got too excited when you said you wanna try and immediately teach you, I shouldn't... I should've known that it was dangerous and you could hurt yourself by doing it. I was so du-"
You stop him mid-sentence with a gentle kiss.
He was talking so much, talking badly about himself, and you didn't like that. You find it cute that he admitted he was doing it to impress you, which is funny because everything he does will always impress you.
The kiss stayed longer than you expected. He cupped your cheeks in his own hands, keeping you still. Then he deepens it, his hand found its way on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His lips are dancing slowly with yours in the darkness of your room.
"Stop saying sorry, and start giving me more affection." You whispered on his lips, feeling him smile against yours.
His other hand found your back, pulling your body to stick with his while still being careful not to touch your bad arm. Your fingers run through his locks as he rubs your back, giving you shivers down your spine.
Since that day, something shifted between the two of you. He became more affectionate, romantic, and gentle with you. No more trying to impress you with hard dance moves, more taking you to your checkups, more late-night cuddling, and more kisses along the way.
(고르티스) .ᐟ C.YF x fem!reader
IN WHICH — An argument resulting in you going out with some friends, being drunk and wasted. How will James deal with your behaviour?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. drinking, smoking, swearing and curse words, kissing.
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ᢉ𐭩 The smell of sweat mixed with every kind of cigarette and alcohol filled your nostrils. The sweet taste of beer lingered on your lips as you swallowed it, feeling the liquid flow down your parched throat.
It was your fourth bottle, or fifth? You don't know, you've stopped counting since the first bottle anyway.
Your friends were nowhere to be seen in the ocean of people dancing, they had gone to the dance floor with some random drunken dudes. And there you are, sitting on the barstool with a cigarette in between your fingers, refusing to go with your friends to the dance floor.
You were there to drink and only drink, trying to run away from reality, away from the unfinished argument back at home with James.
It was a stupid argument. At first, it was about him not having time for you anymore.
You were not mad at him at all, you just wanted to express how lonely you felt in the big apartment you shared with him, and how he went straight to bed as soon as he got home. You felt like he didn't even acknowledge you anymore.
It was that at first.
Then he just started to argue, telling you that he works for you too, and that you shouldn't complain about it.
"I have my own world beside you Y/n. It's not all about you." As he said. You could still hear the tiredness and how fed up he was in his voice.
He was right, he has his own world, a world where you couldn't always be in.
But still, the way he said it broke you into a million pieces.
You only laughed bitterly after he said that sentence, then left him in the darkness of your shared bedroom with his own thoughts as you slammed the front door, immediately calling your friends.
And here you are now, trying to escape.
But his words seem to be sticking in the back of your mind, even after you intoxicate yourself.
You chugged another glass of the bitterly sweet liquid down your throat, slamming the glass on the wooden counter when you bottomed it. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your friend. You were not going to be thinking about it right now, you should be having fun and forget about it, and hoping tomorrow will be back to normal again.
Sleep, wake up, look out the window with a glass of coffee while waiting for him to come home, and once he does, go back to sleep. Simple, yet so devastating for some reason.
You spot one of your friends in the center of the room, holding a full bottle in her hand as she sways uncoordinatedly to the music.
You stubbed out your cigarette on the ashtray, smoke flying in the air as you make your way to her.
"Did you buy another bottle?" You asked, voice hoarse from the smoke and body unbalanced because of how drunk you were, examining the bottle in her hand.
"No, this handsome guy bought it for me." She slurred, pointing at a man beside her who was equally as drunk as she was.
He drunkenly smiled at you, lifting his glass in the air, offering you a drink. You smiled back lazily at him, taking the bottle in your friend's hand and chugging half of it.
"Attagirl!" He cheered you on.
At this point, you could feel the alcohol taking a toll on you. Your body felt so light, and the music sounded amplified, making you sway unconsciously.
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You were out of the world.
Sitting on the ground with your back resting on the wall, your head lolling as strands of hair fell down your face. You were completely wasted.
One of your friends, who was fortunately not trashed, came up to you, kneeled down in front of you, her hands patting your body looking for your phone.
"Where did you put your phone?" She firmly said, hands still roaming on your body, only to find a pack of cigarettes in your pockets.
"On m'left..." You slurred, rummaged through your left pocket, and handed her your phone without any question.
You were too light-headed to even open your mouth.
She grabbed the back of your head, exposing your face to the cold breeze of the night.
"Keep your eyes open please." She sighed, trying to unlock your phone.
You opened your eyes widely, and finally, your phone unlocked. She swiped through your phone, looking for a specific contact, and once she found it, she placed it on her ear, waiting for a voice to talk.
"Gosh, James, it's one of Y/n's friends. Could you possibly pick her up? I'm going to send you the location." She murmured into the phone as she kept her eyes steady on you.
"Alright, thanks." With that, she ended the call.
15 minutes later, a car stopped in front of you, a very familiar one.
The door opened, revealing James in a black coat, hair messy, and looking so painfully handsome.
You looked up at him, your eyes hazy, but there was still some anger in them.
"She got wasted, and here's her phone."
Your friend handed him your phone, James took it without saying a single word. He made his way to you, his shadow hovering over your body.
"Stand up, we're going now." He sternly said, demanding you.
"Fuchk oaff..." You slurred and gave him the middle finger.
He caught your wrist and pulled you to stand up, earning a painful groan from you. He dragged you into the passenger seat, leaving your wasted friends confused and somewhat scared for you.
He closed your door and offered a thank you to your friends as he went to the driver's seat, slamming the door shut.
It was quiet on the drive back home. There's a heavy tension between the two of you.
James's grip on the steering wheel was strong, like he was trying so hard not to burst out.
You were looking out the window, eyes heavy, and your head spinning. But the tension was too thick, you were almost scared to even close your eyes.
"You've been smoking. Again." It was more of a statement than a question. He could smell the smoke on your clothes, and it bothered him. He thought he made it really clear that he hates it when you smoke.
You scoffed, still looking out the window.
"Oh, you care?" You were playing with fire here, mostly because of the alcohol.
James's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his teeth ground inside his mouth, trying to control his anger.
"I have my own world too, y'know.." You continued to slur.
He went awfully quiet throughout the drive home after you said that, and you weren't sure about how he felt. Was it anger? Guilt?
But after 15 minutes, the two of you reached your apartment building.
He was still quiet as he helped you to walk through what seemed like a never-ending hallway to your unit. You could feel his overly strong grip on your waist, an attempt to keep you standing straight, and probably an attempt to keep his chill.
Finally, you could see your apartment door not too far away. Once you get there, he quickly tapped on the screen, unlocking the door.
Turning on the living room lights, he dragged you to the couch, basically throwing you on it, and immediately caged you with his bigger frame.
You were shocked, preparing for something bad.
But he was just there, on top of you, looking into your eyes for a concerning second.
Then suddenly, his hand crept up your throat, slightly squeezing it but not enough to choke you.
He lowered his head, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, right on the corner of your lips as he whispered,
"I'm sorry..."
You didn't expect that, you thought he was going to tell you to behave, or just anything but this.
"I didn't mean it at all. I... I don't even know why those hurtful words came out of my mouth..." His muffled as he snuck into your neck.
"You are my world Y/n..." He cooed into your skin.
You were speechless, you could feel the tears trying to escape your hazy eyes. You reach out to cup his jaw, making him face you.
"James..." You whimpered under him, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you fought your tears from pouring out of your eyes.
"I'm sorry... I should've been understanding about your condition..." You said as the tears finally streamed down your cheek.
James kissed the tears, caressing the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your skin.
"Hey, shh... Don't cry. You were right baby. I barely have time for you anymore. I know that I have time for you... But instead, I neglected you... I'm so sorry." He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You couldn't control it anymore, tears flowing freely on your cheeks as he continuously wipes them.
It breaks his heart hearing your sobs, and it made him realize how much pain he caused you. He feels so much more than guilty, he would do anything for you to forgive him.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, he could still taste the bitterness from your smoke. It was a desperate kiss, rushed and messy, letting out his feelings through the kiss.
Your hand found its way to the back of his head, desperately pulling on his hair. He groans into the kiss.
He lifts you swiftly without breaking the kiss as he makes his way to the bedroom, placing you onto the bed as he places himself on top, caging you.
He kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking on the soft skin of it, earning a satisfied moan from you. His hands gripped yours on the mattress, locking you in place.
The cold breeze didn't bother either of you at all. All you could focus on was how soft his lips were, how his gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine, and how his hands were roaming throughout your whole body, feeling every part of you.
That night changed both of you.
You became more understanding, and he became more affectionate, so affectionate that you'll always have some purple marks on your neck every morning.
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(롱샷).ᐟ L.EJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — A compilation of Louis calling you by French pet names.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. pet names . a kiss . Louis might be ooc in this .
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938 —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Louis have been dating for over a month now. Despite being older than him, you refused to be called 'Noona' and insisted on being called by your name instead.
Why? Just because.
But Louis is a really respectful boy —he just couldn't call you by your name because he finds it disrespectful since you're older. He also couldn't find the reason why you didn't want to be called noona. He thought it was cute, and most importantly, respectful.
Since he has the privilege of being French. Which, to you, is the most beautiful language you've ever heard in this world. He has been calling you pet names in French.
And you don't know if you like it or not.
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Like one time, you were just chilling on the couch, watching Obsession, your feet crossed on top of the soft surface. A mini bowl of vanilla ice cream was sitting on your palm as your other hand scooped it.
It was such a cool evening.
The boys were going out to buy groceries and other things for the dorm, and you were left alone in the dorm in peace —You're the one who told them to get the stuff.
You were too immersed in the movie to realize that they had come home. Louis' hand on top of your head was the one that brought you back to reality.
"What are you watching, Ma chérie?(My darling)" He called softly, as his hands ruffled your hair.
You looked up at the tall boy behind you, spoon still stuck between your lips as you felt blood rushing to your face.
That sounded so romantic.
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That time when he lost you in the crowd.
It was supposed to be a cute date. You wanted to go to the night market because you saw some cute bracelets on the internet, and apparently they sold them at the night market.
But you, being you, got distracted by an ice cream stall.
Louis was holding your hand tightly, protecting you from the crowds as the two of you walked through it. Unfortunately, due to how packed that place was, he accidentally let go of your hand, and when he searched for it again, he couldn't find it.
Panic crept up through his body, his eyes scanning every person he could see, yet you were nowhere to be seen in the sea of people.
On the other hand, you were waiting on the side of the ice cream stall, waiting for your matcha-flavoured sweets. It took you several minutes to realize that your boyfriend was not following behind you.
A little bit of panic surged through your body, but then the worker called for you, handing you the delicious-looking ice cream. And with that, the panic was completely drowned out.
Louis kept searching, frantically bumping into some people. That's when he saw you —peacefully eating ice cream at the corner.
He quickly ran to you, then abruptly stopped right in front of you.
The panic in his face was still visible, and his hands found their way up to each side of your jaw.
That was when he let out a relieved sigh.
"I thought I lost you."
He was tearing up as he said those words, and you felt super bad.
"I-I saw ice cream... so I–"
"It's okay, mon Cœur (my heart). I'm just glad you're okay." He said, engulfing you in a warm hug.
Louis knew very well that you can easily get distracted —that's the reason why he always tries to hold on to you in this kind of place.
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Or that one time when you were making dinner.
"Whachu makin', Ma Sardine?" He placed both of his hands on top of your shoulder as he took a peek at the food you were making.
You turned around, confused and belittled. Did he just call you his sardine?
"Ma Sardine? What?" Your brows furrowed.
Louis looked at you cheekily, giggling at the pet name he just gave you. It might've been his favorite amongst all of the French pet names out there.
"What? It's cute." He shrugged.
"You just called me your sardine. That's not cute?" You made a stank face jokingly.
"Okay, what about Ma Crevette?" He chuckled as he rubbed his neck.
"What does it mean?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.
"My Shrimp." He mumbled.
His voice was small, but enough for you to hear. And once you heard it, a spatula flew towards him.
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He has been calling you other names, such as Mon chat (my cat), Mon lapin (my rabbit), Mon trésor (my treasure), Mon ange (my angel), etc.
But only one wins your heart.
"You look so beautiful, Mon amour (my love)."
Louis was standing in front of you in a black suit, making him look more charming than ever. He eyed you up and down, examining your red silk dress that hugged every curve of your body, making you look ethereal under the fluorescent moonlight.
You two were attending the wedding of one of your friends. The ballroom got too crowded for you, so Louis took you to the deck.
"Thank you. Mon Beau (my handsome)," you complimented back.
He smiled at the nickname you just gave him. A warm and fuzzy feeling inside his heart made him step closer to you, inching his face closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.
"Je t'aime pour toujours." He whispered.
That sentence will forever be engraved in your mind and heart. You won't need any translation for those words —you knew the meaning of it by heart.
(롱샷).ᐟ K.R x fem!reader
IN WHICH —When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Curse words and swearings, kissing, and making out, hints of sex (MDNI) —better safe than sorry.
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ᢉ𐭩 How the fuck did you get into this shitty situation?
You were supposed to be heading home from your friend's party instead of being stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
It was a beach party, you were dressing up for a beach party.
That includes— super short, low-waisted jeans that literally show the curve of your butt, a plain black bikini covered in a see-through tank top, and a pair of high-heeled boots.
Then, halfway through the journey to your house, your car decided that it was a great night to be stranded on a highway when you're wearing an absolutely inconvenient outfit. You didn't even bring any jackets.
I'm such a dumb fuck...
You sigh, slamming your head onto the steering wheel.
You were scared, obviously. What if there's someone already eyeing you right now? What if they're a serial killer? What if you die in such an uncool way?
At least I'll die in fashion.
You could only think of one thing—calling Ryul and asking him to pick you up. But you've been trying to come up with a second choice. Ryul can be a menace to be around, and the thought of him seeing you in such revealing clothes made you shiver— either he made fun of you or seduced you as if his life depended on it.
It has been more than ten minutes, and you still haven't come up with another way. So yeah, you called him.
Grabbing your phone from your bag, which sat peacefully on the passenger side, you rushedly typed his contact name and clicked on it once you found it.
Bringing your phone up to your ear, you chewed on your nails as a sign of stress. You looked around your surroundings. Fortunately, you didn't see anyone near you, only a few cars driving by, and you hoped it would stay like that until Ryul picked you up.
Only if he picked you up, though. If not, then you'll die there. Alone.
After a few beeps from your phone, he finally picked up.
"Fuck you want Y/n?"
Ryul said groggily, his voice was gruff. You probably woke him up from a good sleep by the way he responded.
"Okay, so... I was just heading home from a party, then my car decides it is time to break down on me, in the middle of the night, no one is literally here. What if a killer is hiding somewhere? What if this is the last time I see the world? So I called you, who happens to be the greatest mechanic of all time..."
You yapped dramatically— you were trying to make him feel bad enough to pick you up.
"Where are you? Send me your location, I'm heading there now."
Wow, that was easier than you thought it would be. You could hear the sound of keys and some things getting thrown on his end.
"Okay. Please hurry up, Ryul." You whimpered. The cold breeze only made you fear more.
Thirty minutes later, a tow truck stopped right in front of your car. It was Ryul.
Thank goodness, finally...
You quickly opened the door and walked up to him, immediately regretting your choices when the cold air hit your body.
Ryul came down from the truck, turning around to you, and he was NOT ready for this kind of sight, in the middle of the night, just after he woke up, and the cold wind seemed to be mocking him.
You were walking to him, more like swaying your hips at him. Your bare legs looked so flawless, especially with those boots, and that damn bikini does nothing to help him. So he could only gape at you as his eyes stripped you down.
You caught him gawking at you, which made you realize that you're basically naked to him. You never wear anything revealing when you're with him, usually a bunch of oversized things that cover your body shape.
His stare made you conscious, so you covered your upper body with your arms, glaring at him in the process.
"PERVERT!"
You yelled, getting him out of his haze. He awkwardly scratched his nape as he looked everywhere but at you.
Then he took off his jacket, handing it to you without a single glance.
"Cover yourself up. Please." His voice was quiet, like he was scared something was going to burst.
You took his jacket, putting it on, and covered your upper body while your legs remained exposed to the cold breeze. You couldn't complain, though, you'd prefer this to being fully exposed.
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The drive to his workshop, which is apparently also his house, was unusually quiet.
Ryul would never shut up— he'd have everything as a topic, bully the hell out of you, or just anything. So it was so weird to see him all quiet.
Was it because it's literally midnight? You doubt so, even when he's tired, he'll find a way to somehow annoy you.
Was it your outfit? Yes. Definitely yes.
You knew that it would somehow have an impact on him, but you didn't know that he was literally fighting demons in his mind, so he doesn't jump and throw himself all over you.
The relationship between the two of you was kinda complicated. You would do things that normal friends do— hangouts, drinking til sunrise, partying here and there.
But on some days, you guys are beyond friends— cuddling on his bed, countless times of almost kissing, straddling his lap after a tiring day, and falling asleep on him.
You two were so down for each other, but both were too dumb to even realize it.
You were shivering on the passenger's seat, arms clutching your body, chasing the warmth. Your legs were crossed, trying your best not to shake from the cold.
Ryul glanced at you, then silently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, creating warmth from the friction.
You were taken aback. He didn't even say anything, and it should've been a normal thing for both of you. But the way the street lamps illuminate his face, Chase Atlantic's songs playing on the radio made it so hard not to lose yourself.
So sexy for what?
His focus was on the road, and somehow, that added a significant amount of attractiveness.
Oh boy, you were lost already.
You placed your hand on top of his, who was caressing your bare thigh, earning a glance from him. You glance back at him, your hands traveling from his arm to his shoulder.
"Stop that."
He demanded, his jaws clenched, trying to hold back from stopping there and fuck the shit out of you. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least.
"Stop what?"
You teased, your hand found its way to his nape, making slow circles on the soft surface. He let out a little grumble of protest, eyes furrowing as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
He could feel heat rising through his body, especially down there. His heart was thumping too fast beneath his chest. He ground the pedal, eager to get home fast.
You, on the other hand, were enjoying it. You somehow found it amusing, especially when he tried so hard to keep his composure, the way the veins on his hands popped out when he gripped the steering wheel too hard made you go crazy. It felt like you were winning against him.
You finally reached his workshop. Once he parked the truck, he immediately came down and walked to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling your wrist, leading you to sit on top of one of his vintage cars.
He placed himself between your thighs, pressing his body to you as he snuck his face into the crook of your neck.
You run your hair through his locks, your head tilting to the side so he'd have more room.
"You're going to regret this."
He whispered into your skin as he kissed your jaw down to your neck, his hands roaming your waist to your back as he nibbled the skin of your neck, earning a satisfied groan from you.
That sound only made him even more drunk in you, the desire to fully taste you, feeling his body collide with you, and take you all became unbearable.
He looked up at you, then smashed his lips into yours in a hungry manner, his hand held your nape, pulling you deeper into the messy kiss.
You taste just like how he'd imagined, sweet. So frickin' sweet, it got him addicted.
He placed his thumb on your chin, making you open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.
A soft moan slips out of your mouth.
That's it, he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You'll have to stay the night." He mumbled into the kiss.
He picked you up without breaking the kiss, your legs instantly locked on his hips as he carried you to his office, which is also his bedroom.
He placed you on his bed as he hurriedly took off his white tank top, then leaned down, taking you back into a kiss.
This time it wasn't as rushed as the first one. His lips move slowly with yours, and your hands roam his toned body.
You guys stayed up all night, full of energy and desires, as the moonlight shone on your broken-down car in front of the workshop, fully neglected.
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The next morning, you woke up without Ryul by your side.
You were wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath except for your underwear. Ryul must've put this on for you.
You made your way outside. Your legs felt like jelly, so you walked slowly, and there he was, in a black tank top that hugged his body perfectly, looking fully focused on your car. The hood was open as he examined the machine.
You walked up to him, hugging him from behind.
"Hey, how's your sleep?" He turned to face you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
"I can't stand." You shamelessly admitted.
Ryul laughed, picking you up yet once again so you wouldn't have to stand up with your wobbly legs.
"Wait for me inside, yeah? Your car should be done in no time." He kissed your nose.
"No, I wanna watch you." You snuggled into his neck.
He chuckled. He finally got to experience your clingy side after years of being a bully to each other.
"Alright, sit here and watch me work."
He sat you down on the hood of one of his cars, then winked at you before going back to work on your car.
Since then, everything shifts between the two of you. What was almost kissing turns into kissing every day. You'd spent most of the time in his workshop, making out, watching him work, or just cuddling.
You were thankful that your car broke down that night.
(고르티스).ᐟ C.YF x fem!reader
ft. Rodrick Heffley
IN WHICH —You were so high above heaven at Rodrick’s party. And when you’re getting too high, it was James who brought you back down.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. (MDNI)! Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, curse and swear words, making out, there's a scene that's heavily inspired by the series "Skins".
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ᢉ𐭩 Your room looked entirely abnormal.
You were lying on the floor, hands stretched up, reaching for the ceiling above you. Your eyes were blurry as your pupils dilated— you were high. Very high.
You glanced at the clock sitting on your bedside table —it was 9 PM. You were supposed to get ready for Rodrick's party at his house because his parents and siblings were out of town for the whole week. But then a specific pill bottle caught your eye as you were trying to do your hair.
So here you are, completely in your own dark underworld.
Then the annoying buzz from your phone disturbed your euphoric moment.
"Fuck..."
You lifted your body, which felt really heavy, up from the cold surface of the floor. You swayed on your feet as you grabbed your phone from your bed, you looked at the screen to see Rodrick's name on it.
Right, you were supposed to be there at 8.
You picked up and lifted your phone to your ear, getting ready for some loud party shit happening on the other end.
"For fuck's sake Y/n, where the fuck are you?" He screamed through the speaker.
"Chill out. I'm literally on my way there, heffley." You scramble across the room, looking for your wallet and a pack of cigarettes, which would usually just be lying around somewhere in your room.
"Yeah, yeah, don't you bullshit me now. It's not like you need an hour to get to my house. And you're high already? Fuckin' seriously?" You flinched at his tone. Man, he was pissed.
You were trying so hard to put on your shoes while keeping your phone to your ear with your shoulder, which was super hard considering your body felt like it was floating.
"Shut up, I'm almost there."
And with that, you hung up on him.
You were just a normal teenager —If being high 24/7, needing to smoke just like how you need to breathe, and always present at every party your friends throw means normal, then you are certainly a normal teenager.
Rodrick was your closest friend, well, you don't know if he felt the same way or not, but you two were always together in every scene possible. You're in the same band, same parties, and same neighborhood.
So, it shouldn't have taken you more than 10 minutes just to get to his house.
You were walking on the sidewalk as the fluorescent light of the moon illuminated the road, with a cigarette burning in between your fingers, adding some warmth to the cold night.
Then you see it, the chaos of the party from outside of your best friend's house —Flashing lights coming out of the windows, muffled rock music from inside, cups thrown everywhere on the grass in front of his house, and someone making out on the stairs leading to his front door.
Gross.
You made your way to his front door, ignoring the couple on your way there. Once you opened it, the smell of weed and alcohol was very present, attacking your nostrils in a somewhat pleasant way.
You thought you would be having a blast tonight, but that was until you saw him.
James.
Saying his name was already a nuisance to you, and now, he was the first person you saw at this party. Great, just great.
"Hey! Look who's here."
James made his way to you and immediately slung his arms around your shoulder.
"Ugh. Fuck off." You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.
You and James weren't necessarily enemies— It's just that he would always annoy you every time he spotted you. Also, his 'fan girls,' who were super crazy over him, would literally dig holes in your body with their eyes whenever they spot you with him.
And that's clearly what happened right now as he led you through the crowd looking for Rodrick.
You dislike being in the spotlight, and being with James means being in the spotlight with him. He's not a bad company, he's actually super fun to be with when he forgets to annoy you —which rarely happens.
It's just the additional company he brings with him unintentionally that makes him a nuisance.
You spot Rodrick in the kitchen, trying to talk to a girl who's clearly not into it.
"Yo, Rick!" James greeted him, taking your cigarette from your finger before walking to Rodrick.
"Jerk..." You cursed under your breath as you also made your way to Rodrick.
That girl he was trying to talk to completely lost interest when James walked in. Rodrick could only sigh as the girl went and sent a flirty wave to James.
"Damn it, James. Leave some girls for me, will you?"
Rodrick was frustrated because James would always be there and ruin it whenever he was trying to get laid.
James took a puff from your cig, then laughed at Rodrick's desperate face.
"Man. It ain't my fault that every girl is obsessed with me." James confidently stated.
"She's a girl, and she's certainly not obsessed with you." Rodrick pointed at you as you sat on top of the counter.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing a random bottle on the counter and completely bottoming it down.
"She will. Watch me." James said, winking at you before leaving the two of you to join some other friends.
"Ugh, I can't stand him." You confessed, earning a side eye from your best friend.
"Yeah, right." He scoffed.
You glanced at him, the audacity of him to scoff and say that made you almost gag.
"Fuck you mean by that?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"I mean, look at him. Damn if I were you, I'd fuck him by now." He said, staring at James's figure, who was talking with a random dude on the couch.
"Ew..." That was all you could say. Your eyes told him everything you needed to tell him as you eyed him up and down, earning a shrug from him.
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You were lying on your back in Rodrick's front yard. Everyone was super drunk already, scattered around the house and front yard.
You have taken more pills, and bring a bottle with you there.
The stars looked like it was dancing, then got caught by a giant bear who ate them all at once, leaving you with a plain dark sky. You were already hallucinating as you giggled at the sky.
You felt the grass shifting beside you. When you looked to your side, James was lying beside you, looking at the sky questionably.
"What's so funny? The stars?" He questioned, looking at you, expecting an answer.
"The bear caught them..." You slurred, giggling at the image of a bear eating the stars.
The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile. He finds your giggle cute.
You know, James somehow feels fond of you. He always found himself looking for you at every party he attended, always trying to annoy you just because he liked how you responded to it. You were different from other girls —you didn't chase him, didn't get crazy over him, you didn't try so hard to get his attention, in fact, you didn't even try to.
But you always got his attention anyway.
"You're weird." James laughed, looking back at the sky, who's covered in stars above the two of you.
You, on the other hand, find him confusing. Because being with him felt like dopamine, you crave more of him, especially when you're high. Just like right now.
"Y'know if you want to make out with me, you should do it now. And make it quick." You slurred.
You were already on cloud nine —you couldn't control your mouth and your thoughts.
James laughed once again beside you.
"Why?" He said, still staring at the bright stars.
"Because," You paused. It was already hard for you to breathe at this point. You closed your eyes as you felt your consciousness trying to run away.
"I took a shit load of pills." You stated.
James immediately looked at you, lifting his head a little with furrowed eyebrows.
"What kind of pills?" He urgently asked.
"Oh, you know... Pills." You said, grinning as your eyes remained closed.
That's when your consciousness finally left your body.
"Y/n?"
James sat up, shaking your shoulder. But you didn't budge, your body was completely still, not grinning anymore.
"Oh fuck! RODRICK!"
He lifted you from the grass, running inside the house with you in his arms, searching for your best friend. And once he spotted him, Rodrick was already looking at your motionless body in James's arms.
"For fuck's sake, what did you do to her?!" Rodrick immediately stood up, cupping your cheeks, shaking them.
"I didn't do anything! She said she took a shit load of pills."
At this point, the crowd was looking at the three of you.
Rodrick immediately took his van key and told everyone that the party was over. James carried you to Rodrick's van, keeping you in his arms as Rodrick drove crazily.
He drove on to the sidewalk, almost hit a pole, and almost sent everyone to hell by hitting the brake too hard when he spotted the hospital.
"Quick! Take her inside!" Rodrick yelled, trying to open the driver's door, which unfortunately won't budge.
"What the fuck will I say to them?!" James argued.
There's no way he told them that you overdosed at a party —that would send all of them to jail instantly. They're teenagers after all.
"I don't know?! Fucking improvise, James!" Rodrick spat back, still trying to open his door with brute force.
That's when James felt you move, a sigh escaped your mouth as your eyes fluttered open. James looked at you, letting out a sigh, both disappointed and relieved.
Rodrick finally got the door open, then he hurriedly made his way to James's side.
"Come on, dude?! We're not letting her die. Not at my party." He said, opening the door, not realizing that you're awake already.
"I'm not dying. Yet." You quietly said, lifting your hand to cover your eyes.
James threw his head back, his hands clutching your waist unconsciously from the anxiety.
Rodrick looked at you, dumbfounded, his mouth agape, trying to process all of this.
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"I can't believe I fucking ended the party for this." Rodrick groaned while driving.
You were on your way back to his house, still in James's arms as you rested your head on his chest.
"At least I know how much you care now, Heffley." You teased.
When you finally reached his house, James carried you into the house.
"She can walk, Twat." Rodrick gagged at you two.
"No. No, I can't." You snuggled more into James's chest as he walked.
"You heard her," James smirked at Rodrick, who immediately stopped in his tracks. Rodrick made a disgusted face before catching up to the two of you.
Once you got inside, James placed you on the couch. The house was a mess, with bottles and trash everywhere.
"So, sleepover?" Rodrick sat beside you with a bag of chips in his hand.
"Yep." You and James both said in unison.
Once again, Rodrick looked disgusted at both of you.
"Ew? Did you guys make out or something earlier?" He asked, looking at both of you while munching on his chips.
"We didn't. But now that you say it... Where were we?" James looked you in the eyes.
The reality immediately slapped you in the face. The hazy memory of the two of you in the front yard came rushing back in. You slowly turned your head to him, pressing your lips into a thin line as you scratched your nape.
"Yeah... that. I was out of it, you know...?" You nervously chuckled, earning a smug smirk from him.
"I don't mind. In fact, I do want to make out with you." James shamelessly stated.
You and Rodrick stared at him with your mouths agape like he was a maniac.
James chuckled, leaning closer to you as he held your jaw, pulling you closer to him. You were so close that your noses brushed against each other, you could feel his breath fanned you lips before he finally closed the gap.
His lips moved slowly as you follow his pace, your hand crept up his nape, pulling him in deeper.
"I SWEAR TO GOD! IM STILL HERE YA'LL?" Rodrick yelled behind you, earning a giggle from you as James smiled into the kiss.
James's hand found its way inside your shirt, roaming through your back, feeling your soft skin under it.
"I can't with you guys." Rodrick sighs, making his way out of the living room as the stomp his way upstairs. leaving you and James to your business.
