contains sfw. fluff. kissing. friends to ???. sleepover things. pillow fights (without pillows). they're cute but they're idiots in love. ahn keonho is a little shit and yn is a lil stupid/oblivious. weird ways to confess? probably.
warnings none. yn swears once or twice. (making out?)
wordcount 1.4k
keukeu-note 🥥 first time writing anything, ever. sorry for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language (｡･ω･｡) slightly edited may 25
the floor of your living room was now buried beneath layers of thick blankets and mismatched pillows.
the sleepover you’d planned with your friends had finally made its way out of the group chat and into reality. and now that the living room looked more like a blanket fort than an actual place people lived in, everyone had gradually drifted toward the kitchen to get the snacks ready.
well, everyone except you.
sometime during the making of the bed, you had finished up your end and crawled your way underneath the blankets, covering yourself entirely.
it was nice.
warm. and quiet.
at least until a heavy weight suddenly landed on top of you.
the only opening you’d left for airflow was immediately sealed shut beneath a pile of blankets and what felt suspiciously like an entire human being.
the heat beneath the blankets became unbearable almost immediately. you tried pushing your arms upward to bring the blankets off your face, but to no avail. whoever was on top of you was really set on capturing you in the blanket.
the muffled sounds of your distress went completely unnoticed by everyone else in the room.
apparently, the ongoing debate about whether a turtle without its shell was naked or homeless was far more important than your active murder.
seeing as your ‘murderer’ was using their hands to hold down the blanket, you pushed your hands down toward your waist, where you could feel their legs caging you in. a loud yelp sounded above you. and while you had your suspicions from the beginning, the telltale squeak in his voice just solidified it.
“if you don’t get off me right now, keonho, i’ll-”
your words were cut short when he shifted his weight across your torso. the groan that left you was no louder than the sound of his giggles echoing above you. he laid his head on your chest and nuzzled his face further into the blanket.
“hm? you’ll what?” his words were muffled into the fabric, but you heard him clearly.
“i swear, i’m gonna...”
this time your words trailed off for a different reason. mid-sentence, you realized he had finally loosened his hold on the blanket.
sensing the opportunity, you hurriedly pulled the blanket off your face, wrapped your legs around his, and shifted your weight so that now he was trapped underneath you.
his eyes squeezed shut as his back hit the blankets, a soft puff of air leaving him.
your hands fumbled through the mess of blankets until you finally managed to pin his wrists beside his head.
and then—
stillness.
for the first time since he’d tried to suffocate you alive, neither of you moved.
you sat over his waist catching your breath while keonho blinked slowly up at you, looking almost dazed.
then, gradually, amusement flickered across his face.
like he was trying very hard not to smile.
your eyes narrowed.
what the hell is he thinking about now.
what you hadn’t realized yet was that when you went to pin down his arms, you’d unknowingly leaned over him. as a result, your position was in no way going to look appropriate to anyone who walked into the room.
“is this what you were planning?” he whispered teasingly. “’cause to me, this doesn’t seem that bad.”
“huh?”
now it was your turn to blink stupidly down at him. how was it not bad to be pinned by someone else?
“huh,” you repeated, eyebrows furrowing as a frown crossed your face.
when he only grinned in response, you huffed and rolled your eyes. you loosened your grip on his arms slightly, and he pulled them down. your balance faltered, and you had to let go completely to stop yourself from crashing face-first into him.
his breath hitched as your arms landed beside his head. you had effectively caged him in, once again.
it wasn’t until you felt the soft warmth of his breathing against your face that you finally realized.
keonho was close.
way too close.
close enough that you could see the tiny crease near the corner of his mouth from how hard he was trying not to laugh.
close enough that your eyes kept catching on his lips.
stupidly pink.
stupidly soft-looking.
your stomach twisted.
if you leaned in just a little—
great. now you were thinking about kissing your friend.
embarrassment crashed through you as you scrambled to get off him.
before you could go anywhere, his hands tugged you back down, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you against him. his chin landed on your shoulder as he hugged you close.
while it wasn’t unusual for keonho to be this touchy, it was definitely sending your brain into overdrive today. your heart was beating out of your chest, and you were almost sure he could feel it. he hugged you tighter before finally pulling back.
your eyes squeezed shut, silently hoping he’d let you go before your brain actually melted.
you knew he wouldn’t.
what you didn’t expect, however, was the overly wet kiss he planted on your cheek. honestly, it felt more like a dog licking you than anything romantic.
your eyes flew open.
for a second, you could only stare at him in complete disbelief.
keonho stared back, entirely unashamed.
“ahn keonho,” you whispered. “what the fuck...”
he was grinning, clearly proud of himself.
but there was something nervous underneath it too.
a tiny twitch at the corners of his mouth. the way his eyes kept flicking toward yours and then away again.
like he was suddenly unsure whether he’d crossed a line.
your hands came up to cradle his face gently.
“oh, you’re dead,” you muttered.
as you wet your lips, his eyes widened slightly. trailing over your features before dropping to your mouth.
you turned his face away from you, your grip gentle enough not to hurt him. his eyes fluttered shut. you closed your own as you leaned in, less than a hair’s breadth away from successfully getting your revenge when you felt him turn back toward you.
once again, you realized it too late.
your lips met his by accident.
soft.
fleeting.
warm in a way that made your brain completely blank out for a second.
neither of you moved.
keonho’s breath caught softly against your mouth.
his fingers tightened around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.
his eyes stayed squeezed shut for a second too long.
like he was waiting for you to pull away.
you should've moved.
and once your brain caught up with you, you did.
you pulled back too fast, nearly knocking your forehead against his in the process. your sleeve brushed frantically across your lips as your eyes searched his face for an explanation.
his eyes were half-lidded, fixed solely on your mouth. he swallowed once, like he was trying to gather the courage to say something and failing miserably at it.
his thumb twitched lightly against your waist.
“keonho, what was—”
no more words could leave your lips before a soft, desperate “please” slipped from him.
his hands hurried from your waist to your face.
warm fingers cupped your cheeks as he pulled you back into him.
the kiss this time was nothing like the accidental one from before.
it was slow at first, hesitant in a way that made your chest ache.
a surprised sound escaped you against his lips, but you kissed him back anyway. immediately, his grip on your face softened in relief.
you could feel him smiling into the kiss.
the feeling made heat rush straight to your face, and your hand tangled into his hair without thinking. keonho shivered beneath you at the sensation, his hand slipping from your cheek down to your waist, holding you against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between you.
there was nothing casual about the way keonho kissed you.
not hesitant in the way someone experimenting would be.
more like someone finally getting something they’d been wanting for a very long time.
slowly, without either of you really noticing it happening, the kiss deepened. unhurried, messy in the way first kisses tended to be. your noses bumped once, drawing a breathless laugh from you that he swallowed with another kiss.
by the time his other hand settled carefully against your thigh, you’d both completely forgotten where you were. blankets rumpled around your waist, and you, straddling him like you belonged there.
it wasn’t until you tugged lightly at his hair, earning a soft groan from him, that reality came crashing back down.
“keonho?” you pulled away just enough to whisper his name.
he opened his eyes slowly, looking at you like you’d just interrupted something he never wanted to end.
your chest tightened.
“more,” he mumbled immediately, already trying to lean back in like he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of you yet.
your hands squished his cheeks before he could get far, stopping him mid-attempt.
a pout formed on his lips instantly.
an actual pout.
his brows pulled together slightly as he looked up at you in clear offense, and you had to bite back a laugh.
“don’t look at me like that,” you whispered, failing miserably to sound unaffected.
“yn,” keonho only whined softly and tried to chase your lips again. “one more.”
your heart did something genuinely embarrassing.
“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though there was no real bite behind it.
he looked entirely too pleased by the fact that you still hadn’t moved away. his eyes kept flicking down to your mouth like he physically couldn’t help himself.
unable to resist him any longer, you leaned down and pressed one last soft kiss against his pout as an apology.
the change in his expression was immediate. the tiny crease between his brows disappeared, replaced by a lazy, satisfied smile that made him look unbearably smug and far too kiss-drunk for his own good.
right as he opened his mouth to say something, the growing sound of your friends’ voices drifted closer to the living room, cutting him off.
your eyes widened in panic. “oh my god.”
keonho barely looked concerned. if anything, he looked far too pleased with himself as he lazily blinked up at you.
meanwhile, you were staring at him in absolute horror.
his hair was a mess, cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen red from kissing, and his eyes still looked all hazy.
there was absolutely no hiding what had just happened.
“you look ridiculous,” you whispered frantically, already reaching to fix his hair.
he caught your wrist before you could. “i think i look cute.”
you stared at him for a long second before narrowing your eyes. “you’re actually the worst.”
his grin only widened.
the sound of approaching footsteps got louder. without another word, you grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it directly over his face.
“hey—”
“shut up.”
you shoved him fully down into the pile of blankets just as your friends walked back into the room, carrying snacks and drinks.
seonghyeon paused mid-step, staring at the suspiciously keonho-shaped lump beside you.
“…why is he buried alive?”
you grabbed a bag of chips from his hands and shrugged casually. “he was being annoying.”
from underneath the blanket came a muffled, offended, “this is abuse.”
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𑣲⋆ SYNOPSIS: you and martin have been friends for years. however to your disadvantage, martin's feelings for you have began to grow stonger, and more noticeable.
PAIRINGS: bestfriend!martin x fem!reader | fluff, crack, kissing
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NOTES: this was a request from an anon and I thought it was so cute oh my. I also wasn't sure if you wanted a smau or not so I just decided to do a oneshot lol, I hope that's okay!
It wasn't noticable at first. martin would do minor things, like offer to fill up your drink bottle or remember your favourite pepero flavour, usually things that would go unnoticed to most, but not to y/n's boyfriend. keonho ahn and martin edwards haven't always been eye to eye, opposite fashion sense, clashes in music taste, and a common dislike for each other. however, they do share one thing, feelings for the same girl.
"yo twin!" you were speeding your way to class when a familar voice caught your attention. on a normal day, you would've turned around and given your best friend some attention, but today was yours and your boyfriends 6 month anniversary. to be caught talking to keonho's least favourite person would not be the brightest idea. "bro, y/n cmon man, I know you can't resist this," he shouted across the hallways, turning some heads. you really couldn't.
you whipped your head around and martin froze, he was expecting a cold silence from you all day. he caught up to you, flashing that life-ending smile that could make any girl lose their words. "hey- hey martin, sorry I wish I could talk... but-"
"I know, seriously it's chill y/n, keonho has trust issues and that's okay," there it was, the slight smirk that fell upon his face anytime he dissed your boyfriend.
"hey! that's not true, he just- you know how he feels about you, and especially on our anniversary you know, and I wish it wasn't like this but it is and-" he put his hand on your shoulder.
"I was just kidding y/n, it's okay really. I dont care." he lied. he cared more than he'd like to admit. he pulled a box of pepero out of his bag and waved it in your face. oreo flavoured, your favourite. "here, just take this and I won't bother you for the rest of the day, okay?" a disheartening smile spread across your face, your first present of the day was from your bestfriend. sure you were dissapointed, but it was still only second period.
you sighed and took the pepero, brushing his hand in the process. "thanks tin, I'll catch you later okay?" martin watched you as you turned back around and fled to stats.
"yeah... later."
.
"look, I'm serious dude, if england doesn't win this next game, I am crashing out." keonho was rambling on about the world cup to the table throughout your lunch period. his arm was draped around your shoulder, but you were starting to feel like an armrest rather than a girlfriend. you knew martin was watching you, it was painfully obvious since he was sitting directly across from you. you didn't know if he was watching in pity or because he wanted to make fun of you. you didn't have the energy for either at that moment
"psst, y/n," he whispered from across the table. juhoon was on the other side of him with his head buried in a book and the rest of the table was focused on debating wether bellingham or haaland would score the most goals. whoever they were.
your eyes flicked up. you shot him a look that ultimately told him to shut his mouth. martin wouldn't back down that easily. something nudged your leg under the table and you looked up again shooting him an even bigger warning stare. if keonho caught you and martin talking on today of all days you wouldn't hear the end of it. so you lowered your head again. you were too afraid to sacrifice what you and keonho had, yes he was protective, but that meant he cared. right?
what really drew you to keonho wasn't just his stunning face, but his connection to his passion. you went to watch a swimming competiton with seonghyeon one time because he said quote, "the guys in the swim team are so good looking even I would date them, and keonho is in the team too I guess." watching him swim was the most mesmersing experience, the way the water wrapped around his body like he was born to immerse himself in it. after that moment you knew he was the one. at the start of the year when you and keonho both got together martin didn't take it very well. although, that's what you thought. you assumed that he felt as though keonho was taking up all of your time and that he was being tossed to the side. after a while it straightened out and martin went back to normal. he began to sit at the same lunch table as you again, but this time it came with more staring.
while you where trying to get keonho's attention you phone vibrated in your back pocket. you gave up on keonho and slid it out of your jeans.
tini .ᐟ
I know I said I would leave you alone today but I can't.
y/n please.
look at me beautiful.
beautiful? what was this boy trying to get at? you shifted in your seat as you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks. why now of all times? you've never reacted to him like this before. he really had to pull this shit today?
you looked up from your phone that was hidden under the table. he was staring at you with a look you've never seen before. neither of you moved for the next minute. his gaze was switching between your left and right eye, and you noticed. you began to realise that you haven't took the time to really notice martin recently. his blonde hair was sticking up in every direction with a single strand infront of his forehead, his lips were parted slightly, and you noticed his breath became ragged. you noticed that martin looked good today. no, martin looked handsome today. did he always look like this?
keonho began to slide his hand from your shoulder up into your hair and martin traced the movement with his eyes. keonho's hand was now rubbing your head and martin continued to watch. until he couldn't. he eyes flickered down to his lap. except martin was easy, so he looked at you again and your eyes had never left him.
the school bell cut through the tension, signaling fourth period. you had risked getting whiplash from standing up at the speed you did. keonho gave you a small kiss on the cheek and left with his friends. fleeing without saying a single word to you all lunch. you watched him leave to your left and then you watched martin and juhoon leave to your right. martin shot you one last look as he left through the cafeteria doors.
what the hell just happened?
.
last period felt like your own personal hell. your mind was tangled in thoughts about what happened in the cafeteria, you hadn't felt analysed like that in a while. keonho gave you affection of course, but pda was where he drew the line. he claims that if he has to prove to the world that you were his, then you never really were. you never understood what he meant, but you learnt to accept it. fuck. keonho.
guilt began to flood you like the water that drowns your boyfriend. how could you be so stupid? and to do it right next to him while he had no clue? you made a promise to yourself right then and there, you wouldn't engage with martin for the rest of the week. you made the assumption that that should be enough time for the guilt to drain away, easy enough.
martin didn't make it easy though.
every morning he would wait outside your first class with a box of pepero in his hand. no matter how many times you looked down and brushed past him without a word, the next morning he would be there, looking more hopeful than ever. it killed you inside. martin had been your bestfriend since freshman year, I mean you two went through every traumatic thing a high schooler could go through together. bullying, first party, first homecoming, everything you can think of. you were grateful for him. you hoped he knew that.
however, on friday martin wasn't waiting outside your english classrom first period. you stared at the space where he usually waited, you felt... disappointed? an interjecting sound from your right distracted your train of thought. martin came flying out of the boy's bathroom, purple and red all over his face, keonho following not long after.
"you wanna say that again pretty boy?" keonho's fist met martin's face with a powerful force. martin was pushed against the wall, his hands trying to pry keonho off him. he was writhing against him and his face displayed a look of anger, you'd never seen that look on martin before. martin met your distraught face to his left and the look of anger magically vanished. martin's body gave in and he took whatever blows came to him, all while he looked you in the eyes. he had to stop that eye contact thing.
it happened again. he gave you that awful smirk, the one that appeared anytime he brought up your "stupid" boyfriend. the height difference between the two boys was becoming more apparent to you as you watched, it honestly surprised you that martin wasn't absolutely destroying keonho as we speak. then he winked at you, he fucking winked, and the second you knew it, his hands were on keonho at lightning speed. people had filtered out to watch, some were recording, some were laughing, but most people stared at you. any normal girlfriend would break up the fight to go save their boyfriend, so why were you still watching? the uglier the fight got, the more you got pulled in to watch, weren't you the best girlfriend?
you were about to take a step forward when a girl with long flowing hair came rushing in from the other side.
"oh my god, keonho! stop- stop it martin!" she tried to push martin off keonho with any will power that she had. the overwhelming commotion suddenly brought a teacher to the scene.
"everybody, get to class!" she shooed students away as she stormed into the middle. "boys stop it this instant!" she pulled martin off keonho and the girl with the charcoal locks grabbed keonho's face. she touched his hair and his face, frantic to make sure he was okay. keonho paid her no mind, his dark eyes were fixed on martin and his breathing heavy. you watched as she held his face.
"keon hey... it's me. c'mon snap out of it." keon... that was your nickname for him. who was this girl and why was she touching your boyfriend? he finally looked at her and sighed, it looked as though all his anger just... faded away.
then she kissed him.
your keonho.
you felt sick.
you looked to martin who was under the strong hold of the teacher. he had that lingering sadness in his eyes, not surprise. you couldn't help but think he knew this whole time.
so you ran. you pushed past the crowd and made your way out of the school. with your vision blurred and your heart broken, you hurried your way home. your phone was buzzing uncontrollably in your back pocket but you ignored it. the thought of it being either martin or keonho made you want to throw up even more.
.
that following weekend you were hold up in your room crying non-stop, it was pathetic, but it wouldn't stop. on the sunday, you had finally migrated to the living room, busy scrolling through photos of you and keonho until there was a knock on your door. four knocks to be specific.
martin was here. you didn't answer, you couldn't. you didn't want anyone to see the state that you were in, even your best friend. well, you didn't know if you could even call him that anymore. you replayed that look on martin's face repeatedly, he knew there was someone else and he didn't tell you. there was no excuse.
a notification popped up on your phone above a picture of keonho kissing your cheek at a bowling alley.
tini .ᐟ
open up y/n.
i know you're in there. we need to talk.
you left him on read, hoping he would give up. but knowing martin, he would never.
tini .ᐟ
i brought over some mac n cheese.
i know you cant resist ;)
you sighed to yourself when you realised you hadn't eaten all day. you conjured up a plan. just open the door, grab the mac and cheese, and then close the door. easy enough.
but when you opened the door, it hit you. you had missed your best friend. the past week that you had spent ignoring martin was a plan that you regretted instantly when you saw that girl kiss keonho, and looking at him now the guilt felt overwhelming.
martin noticed.
"i'm sorry y/n... god I-."
"no, stop it martin. I'm sorry. I was ignoring you all week, an- and for what? for my stupid boyfriend that probably had another girl this whole time? I'm so stupid." you stepped outside.
"no y/n. don't say that. I know I say a lot of ridiculous things about keonho, but one thing I will never forgive is how he just tossed you to the side. I noticed y/n. you would put all your effort into that boy, and he would show none of it back. some days he would go all day without uttering a word to you, he never remembered your favourite things, he flirted with girls in front of you. I mean, he just kissed another girl for the whole hallway to see. he never deserved you y/n, and I wished you had seen that before you had to witness it like that." not once did his words falter. his eyes stayed on you the entire time.
you were in shock. you tried so hard to push aside the mistreatment you felt from keonho, and after a while you got used to it, but you didn't know that martin had witnessed it too.
"martin..."
but you wouldn't forgive him that easily. you needed the truth.
"I just can't stop thinking about that fight between you and him. why martin?" you questioned, scared to find out.
"I-"
"and don't you think about lying martin edwards." he chuckled, and your heart fluttered.
"I would never." he said, accentuating the last word.
"okay... go on." a slight rosiness appeared on your cheeks.
"I uh, heard keonho in the bathroom talking about this girl that he was seeing. Ian was her name." you slowly nodded along, clearly trying to process it. "he said that they were going to meet up again at her house later that night. since I memorised your schedule, I knew that you and him had date night every friday." an obvious sadness was all over your face as you dropped your head. "hey, you okay?" he leaned down and lifted your chin with his delicate hands.
"yeah its okay, I need to know." you were clearly at the bridge of breaking down, but you kept it together. for martin.
"okay... well, he then continued to talk about how much he adored her or whatever, you know, something cringe. I was hiding in the stall the entire time until I uh- heard him say..." he sighed. "that he only got with you because he felt bad, and that he only wanted you because- because of your body..." your heart dropped along with the incoming rain. tears began to brew in your eyes. "I wouldn't let him talk about you like that y/n. fuck, you mean so much to me, and to hear those words come out of his mouth made me so angry. so I came out of the stall and punched that little fucker right in the face." you looked at him, really looked at him. "I'm sorry if that messed everything up, or it embarrassed you. but if I had the chance, I would do it all over again y/n." the rain started pouring harder.
both of you stood there, the rain had soaked your hair, sticking it to your hair. martin's messy hair now even crazier, peices stuck to his forehead and his neck. he looked beautiful.
and you accepted it, because accepting means moving on. whatever this new chapter was going to bring finally didn't scare you anymore. you finally knew that you wanted it, wanted him.
so you kissed him.
you held onto his face like you were scared he would disappear, like you once did. he melted into the kiss instantly, his soft pink lips moving in unison with yours. his fingers twisted themselves into your soaked locks, and his other hand found your waist, pulling you in so you would never run away.
you both pulled way, smiling and out of breath. martin grabbed your face and placed your foreheads together.
"don't ever ignore me like that again, y/n."
"only if you don't go starting fights in front of me, edwards."
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the saint laurent after party was still going strong somewhere across paris . . . martin was beyond grateful to even be invited and was supposed to be there.
however, he was standing outside room 1215 at two in the morning accompanied by the occasional tweet of birds outside the open window down the dark hallway of the hotel. his hoodie was pulled completely over his messy hair while he switched his phone onto silent.
the door finally creaked open.
“you actually came.”
he mumbled a “course i did,” as you stepped aside to let him into the ridiculously fancy room you were provided for this whole trip.
a few hours ago you’d been walking one of the biggest shows of fashion week at only eighteen. the flash of cameras still stung your eyes and the makeup the stylists had spent hours perfecting was still half on your face.
martin swore up and down that he loved seeing you like how he did now though, cute pajama shorts that didn’t cover much, one of his oversized shirts, and hair pulled up.
"what?" you folded under his intense gaze and peculiar silence between the two of you.
"just saying," he said, kicking off his shoes, and shutting the door. "i think this is my favorite look of today.”
you laughed which only brought a stupid grin to his face. the room was comfortably quiet compared to the chaos of outside. it was finally just you guys for the first time all day with no paparazzi, no staff, no prying eyes everywhere.
"how'd you even get away?"
martin dropped onto the edge of the bed with a loud groan. "i told my manager i didn’t feel good."
your eyes widened, this idol shit was crazy strict, something you’ve definitely picked up on over time.
"you lied?"
“i would call it,” martin paused, scratching his head, “a little white lie.”
"you’re telling me you skipped the saint laurent after party?” you hurriedly said in complete horror, who in their right mind would want to miss something like that?
"i did." he shrugged.
"martin."
you shook your head, trying not to smile. you both hadn’t gotten a single second together all day, there was only secret longing glances shared.
it was hard, especially when all you wanted to do was tell him all about the show and he wanted to tell you that you looked breathtaking in response.
at least now you finally could as you sat beside him causing the mattress to dip a little.
"if your manager finds out—"
“trust me, i’d rather be here,” martin cut you off immediately, taking your hand into his own. “i’m sure james is having a blast at the party anyway.”
you laughed like always.
"god, you're terrible!”
"i know."
the silence was nice . . . the city lights shone through the big hotel window as traffic sounds echoed in the distance. paris looked beautiful at two in the morning.
but martin wasn't looking outside, he was looking at you, something he always seemed to do. for a model like yourself, you’d gotten used to people staring at you from every angle, but with him it always felt different.
"stop,” you huffed in annoyance, covering your flushed face with two hands.
"stop what, baby?"
"all the staring."
a smile tugged at his mouth. "you know i can't."
you rolled your eyes and felt his hand find yours once again.
"you were incredible today."
“thank you.” you looked down cheekily. “i know.”
“oh, do you now?” he tilted his head teasingly.
you looked back up and martin was already looking at you again. your bottom lip slid in between your teeth at the sight of his hooded eyes.
a second later your lips were on his, catching him by surprise as he didn’t reciprocate for a beat. your hands tangled in his disheveled hair before you pulled back.
your attempt to wipe the smug look off his face ultimately didn’t work very well since he was only smiling even more now.
“you’re impossible.”
his laugh filled the room, making you laugh too. neither of you cared about the cameras or staff anymore. you were just happy to be together at two in the morning in the middle of paris.
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synopsis you're always wanting to do trends with your boyfriend that he does NOT like, but this one? oh best thing he's ever agreed to.
warnings sfw ◞ fluff ◞ them both being flustered cuties◞ a mention of y/n once
a/n i really liked writing this bro like omg my delusional ass
“martin!” you trail off whining in his face while he’s scrolling on his phone ignoring you.
“nope.”
you back your head away with a look of disbelief.
“i didn’t even say anything yet?”
he finally lifts his gaze away from his phone to look at you, “it’s gonna be something stupid like always.”
you pout at him then start to get up and walk off.
his eyes follow you till you open your vanity drawer to get some things out.
“whatever you’re going to do i’m not doing it,” martin states.
you turn around with 4 or 5 chapsticks and walk over to him.
“you’ll like it, trust me.”
martin just deep sighs and sits up on your bed while you drop all the chapsticks on the bed.
he lifts an eyebrow in confusion and questions, “is this that trend on tiktok?”
you whip your head to him while your face is beaming and you start nodding your head aggressively.
you turn your head back towards the chapsticks and get up on the bed crisscrossed.
martin just smiles softly while looking at you in awe, “y/n if this ends badly-“
“trust me it won’t!”
he scoots closer to you while you prop your phone on a pillow in front of you two.
“ok, are you ready?” you ask looking at martin with excitement.
he hums in acknowledgment while he closes his eyes.
the chapsticks you have out are, cherry, grape, lemon, cola and reese’s.
you pick up the lemon one and start applying it slowly to stall time.
“are you done i’m impatient,” martin states complaining.
“yes i’m done, calm down like you got ants in your pants or something,” you turn towards him when he opens his eyes.
you both just stare at each other when you raise your eyebrow waiting for him to kiss you.
“so…are you gonna kiss me or?” you question confusingly.
his eyes widen, “oh shit sorry, i got distracted.”
you giggle softly when you notice his ears turn red slightly, thats when he scoots even more close to you then puts his hand on the side of your cheek caressing it.
he leans in while you just sit there waiting.
you feel his lips on yours.
it was supposed to be just a quick one but it seems martin forgot about the challenge and the very obvious phone recording you guys.
you feel his lips pull back.
you then open your eyes to see martins face still way to close to yours while his eyes are closed.
“martin?” you ask in amusement while looking smug.
he puts his finger on your lips while shushing you, “i’m thinking.” he licks his lips trying to figure out what flavor it is that you have on.
he opens his eyes half-lidded, when you notice you start giggling.
“again,” he says in a daze leaning closer to you then pecks your lips.
martin hums pretending to think then does it again.
you feel your face getting warm because of him pecking your lips over and over again.
“ok martin that’s enough,” you say pushing him back a little bit.
you hear him whine slightly till he sits back licking his lips uncontrollably while you look at him with a bored face.
he puts his finger on his chin pretending to ponder, “is it..lemon?” he asks lifting his gaze to your face watching it light up.
“yes! finally you answered that was like a 25 minute round.”
he chuckles, “sorry i kept getting distracted.”
you look over at him with a smug smile, “cause of my lips?” you say puckering them sarcastically.
what you didn’t expect was him to peck them, you widen your eyes looking at martin in shock and embarrassment.
then he’s just staring at you with a grin on his face.
you whip your head back to the chapsticks muttering, “just close your eyes dimwit.”
“as you wish.”
you turn around and he has his eyes closed while tilting his head back.
you then pick up the cola one to give him a challenge, you apply it carefully.
“done?” he opens his eyes.
“yep.”
“ok baby, bring it on,” he scoots toward you then grabs your waist pulling you closer.
he kissed you gently, slower this time, more concentrated then the last round.
when he pulls away he looks deep in thought.
“you know it?”
a beat of silence.
“i mean, i did but then i forgot the word.”
you blink once at him then burst out laughing.
his face turns pink because of the embarrassment.
“hey look you keep distracting me stop it, it was at the top of my head too.” martin starts pouting.
he kisses you again but instead of him continuing to move his lips he just lingers there.
like his brain disconnected.
when he finally pulls away and opens his eyes they are dilated.
his eyes immediately drop to your lips again.
“you good?”
“that flavor is extremely good.”
you laugh softly.
“yeah?”
“yes,” he grabs your waist again.
“come here,” he mutters.
he slowly leans in and kissed you carefully again.
your fingers gently grip the hem of his shirt, and you feel his warm skin against yours.
he slightly pulls aways but still close to you.
silence surrounds and you swear you hear crickets.
he pecks your lips again then answers with, “cola?”
your face all red with your fingers still gripping his shirt.
you hide your face under his chin.
“correct..”
you hear him burst out laughing at your embarrasment
