Queenie

16,uk but blog is +18

[nikoisme]

i imagine being medicated would feel good as fuck. unfortunately i have to rawdog whatever's wrong with me

[simplyxdreaming]

sigh

[gabbyyxoxoo]

[softyymasc]

God I need a girlfriend that I can wrap my arms around and cuddle with every night.

[littlemisshelena]

[she-wu]

serotonin boost with changbin ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

[smokebombsandspotlights]

I am back. I was the one that requested Charles knowing BTS.

So my next request and again if you don’t want to do it that fine, is Stray Kids reader driver during media day a fan asked if they could sign a postcard of their self for them.

I can just imagine the amount of confusion that would happen

With wishes that your inspiration never drys out, 🍁(if it hasn’t been taken yet)

“Wait… That’s YOU?”

Pairing: Stray Kids x Platonic!9thMember!Reader, platonic!F1 Grid x Driver!Reader

A/N: Hey 🍁, and no it hasn't been taken yet :)

Media Day in Formula 1 was, unfortunately, one of Y/N’s least favorite inventions.

Not because she hated fans.

Not because she hated interviews.

But because Formula 1 had somehow created an environment where twenty drivers stood under fluorescent lighting answering the exact same questions fifty-seven times in different wording.

“How are you feeling for this weekend?” “What are your expectations?” “How difficult is Turn 3?”

Y/N had perfected the art of smiling politely while mentally dissociating.

She sat in the paddock lounge in full team kit, flipping through briefing notes while the rest of the 2025 grid slowly gathered around.

Lando was already causing problems.

Oscar was pretending not to know him.

Kimi looked like he’d accidentally wandered into a university lecture hall instead of Formula 1.

Ollie was eating something that suspiciously looked like plain bread.

And Y/N?

Y/N was trying to survive.

“Media starts in ten,” her PR manager warned.

She sighed dramatically.

“I suddenly understand why retired drivers disappear into mountains.”

Lewis laughed from across the room.

“You’re twenty-one.”

“And already exhausted.”

“Valid.”

Now, the important thing to understand was this:

The Formula 1 grid knew Y/N was an idol.

Technically.

They knew she was in Stray Kids.

Sort of.

But none of them truly understood the scale of K-pop fame.

To them, it was just:

“Oh yeah, she sings too.”

None of them had processed that Stray Kids were massive.

None of them understood that Y/N wasn’t just “a singer.”

She was the ninth member of Stray Kids.

Maknae.

Professional menace.

And globally recognizable.

Which is why the incident happened.

Media Day was going relatively smoothly.

Y/N answered questions. Did sponsor obligations. Smiled for cameras. Pretended she enjoyed standing still for thirty minutes while photographers screamed her name from seventeen different angles.

Then the fan session started.

Usually harmless.

Usually quick.

Usually.

Fans lined up behind barriers holding hats, posters, mini helmets, photos-

Normal things.

Y/N signed patiently, chatting softly.

Then one fan approached holding a postcard.

“Can you sign this for me?”

“Of course,” Y/N said automatically, reaching for it.

Then she looked down.

And froze.

Because staring back at her-

Was herself.

Not a racing photo.

Not a team portrait.

No.

It was a Stray Kids postcard.

Specifically from a comeback photocard set where she had silver hair and was staring into the camera like she personally knew everyone’s secrets.

Y/N blinked once.

Twice.

The fan smiled innocently.

“Can you sign it?”

Behind her, Lando leaned over curiously.

“…Is that you?”

Silence.

The fan nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! It’s from the Oddinary era!”

Oscar looked over Lando’s shoulder.

Then immediately started laughing.

“No way.”

The confusion spread through the paddock like a virus.

Charles walked past, paused, and slowly reversed.

“…Why are there two versions of you?”

“It’s a postcard,” Y/N deadpanned.

“Yes, but why do you look like a supervillain?”

“That was the concept.”

Carlos grabbed the postcard next.

“You have photocards?”

The fan gasped.

“YOU DON’T KNOW PHOTO CARDS?”

“Oh no,” Y/N whispered.

It escalated immediately.

Within five minutes, half the grid had surrounded the barrier examining Stray Kids merchandise like archaeologists discovering ancient civilization artifacts.

Kimi held up another photocard carefully.

“She’s glittery.”

“That’s the limited version,” the fan explained seriously.

Ollie frowned at the back.

“There are… collectible poses?”

“There are hundreds,” another fan chimed in.

George looked horrified.

“Hundreds?”

Y/N quietly considered walking into traffic.

Then Lando found the albums.

“Oh my God, there’s more.”

The fans, thrilled beyond belief that Formula 1 drivers were interacting with K-pop merchandise, immediately began showing them everything.

Mini posters.

Albums.

Photocards.

Tour inclusions.

A tiny SKZOO plushie attached to someone’s bag.

Lewis picked up an album carefully.

“This is genuinely impressive packaging.”

“THANK YOU,” the fans cried collectively.

Meanwhile, Y/N had both hands over her face.

“This is the worst day of my life.”

“No,” Oscar corrected calmly, “this is the funniest day of mine.”

And then it somehow got worse.

Because one fan shouted:

“ASK HER WHO HER BIAS IS.”

The drivers blinked.

Charles frowned.

“What’s a bias?”

The fans screamed.

Y/N actually choked on air.

Lando looked delighted.

“Oh this is dangerous.”

“No,” Y/N warned immediately.

“Yes,” Carlos said instantly.

The fans explained.

And suddenly the Formula 1 grid discovered the concept of favorite members.

The betrayal in their faces was immediate.

“So you rank each other?” George asked.

“It’s not ranking!”

“It sounds exactly like ranking,” Max said.

Kimi pointed at Y/N.

“Who’s your favorite?”

Y/N looked personally offended.

“I literally live with them.”

“That didn’t answer the question,” Oscar noted.

The fans were losing their minds now.

At that exact moment, as if summoned by pure chaos-

Bang Chan called.

On speaker.

Because the universe hated Y/N specifically.

“Hey, did media go well-”

Lando grabbed the phone.

“WHO’S HER BIAS?”

There was a long silence.

Then Chan sighed the sigh of a man who had suffered for years.

“Why are race car drivers bothering me?”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION,” Carlos yelled.

Y/N lunged for the phone while the fans screamed louder.

“Give me my phone!”

Chan, traitor that he was, laughed.

“Oh, this is finally happening?”

“CHAN.”

“She likes Hyunjin’s photocards best.”

The paddock exploded.

Y/N looked ready to evaporate.

And because Stray Kids apparently shared one collective brain cell, the rest of the members started joining the call.

Changbin yelling in the background.

Han laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

Felix asking if the drivers wanted albums.

Seungmin immediately choosing violence.

“She organizes her photocards by aesthetic.”

“I HATE ALL OF YOU.”

The next hour became complete anarchy.

Fans taught Charles how to pose like an idol.

Lando attempted finger hearts incorrectly.

Kimi carefully examined a photocard like it was an FIA regulation document.

Lewis remained the only calm person present.

“This,” he said thoughtfully, “explains a lot about Y/N.”

“No it doesn’t,” she argued weakly.

“It absolutely does.”

Then someone made the catastrophic mistake of showing the drivers performance videos.

Specifically fancams.

The paddock fell silent.

Because the calm, composed driver they knew-

Was apparently capable of turning into a completely different person on stage.

Sharp movements. Deadly eye contact. Insane stage presence.

Oscar stared at the screen.

“…That’s terrifying.”

Max nodded slowly.

“She races exactly like she dances.”

That realization hit everyone at once.

The confidence. The precision. The control.

It was the same person.

Just in different uniforms.

Later that evening, after the crowd finally calmed down, Y/N collapsed into a chair inside hospitality.

“Today was humiliating.”

Oscar sat beside her.

“I learned what a photocard is.”

“That sounds serious.”

“I think I own three now.”

She stared at him.

“You bought photocards?”

“They’re shiny.”

Across the room, Lando was still attempting finger hearts incorrectly while Kimi judged him.

Charles had somehow acquired a Stray Kids album.

And Lewis?

Lewis walked past Y/N with a small smile.

“You know,” he said casually, “your silver hair era was iconic.”

Y/N covered her face instantly.

“Oh my God.”

End.

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[uncollaredcat]

reblog to make your tits bigger and more gropeable

[its-sir-actually]

And you can have a DNF, and you can have a DNF, and you can have a penalty, and you can have a DNF, and you can have a penalty

[rainybooots]

DC MASTERLIST

CONTENTS INCLUDE!

sunshine!reader

part one part two part three part four

more coming soon!

[smokebombsandspotlights]

Hey

Can you write something were reader is the younger sister of Charles. She is very close to Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo and often comes to the race. She is also very close friends with the other drivers. She is always smiling and happy but lately she is being more quiet. Reader is feeling a bit more anxious and she is missing their dad...but she doesn't want to tell her brothers about it. They are worried and so are the other drivers. Maybe during one day after the qualification some drivers find her sitting somewhere alone. They talk to her and she starts to open up. They convince reader to talk to Charles and Arthur.

Thank you

"you don’t have to pretend"

Pairing: platonic!f1 grid x leclerc!reader genre: platonic, comfort, family angst, found family, protective grid warning: grief themes/missing a parent

a/n: writing this honestly made me tear up a little. grief is such a strange thing because sometimes it gets quieter, but it never fully leaves you. a part of this fic was inspired by losing my own father, and while writing Y/N missing hers, it reminded me a lot of myself. i also kept thinking about Charles Leclerc losing his father at 19, which is close to the age i experienced that loss too. seeing someone continue chasing their dreams, continue living, smiling, loving people, and pushing forward even after something so painful makes me feel like maybe everything will work out eventually. maybe grief never fully disappears, but maybe one day it becomes lighter to carry. 🤍

everyone on the grid knew one thing for certain:

if Y/N Leclerc was in the paddock, you’d hear her before you saw her.

usually it was laughter.

sometimes it was her arguing with Charles over snacks. sometimes it was her stealing ollie's cap and sprinting away while he yelled after her. sometimes it was kimi dragging her around the paddock because they both spotted a dog at the same time.

she was always there.

always smiling. always bouncing between garages. always somehow convincing the drivers to take blurry group selfies at the worst possible moments.

the younger sister of Charles had practically become the grid’s collective little sister too.

Charles spoiled her endlessly.

Arthur let her sit in the Ferrari hospitality kitchen at 2 a.m. while he listened to her ramble.

Lorenzo checked if she ate properly every race weekend.

the grid adored her because she adored them first.

she remembered birthdays. she brought snacks. she congratulated rookies after rough sessions. she sat with drivers who had bad races so they wouldn’t be alone.

and maybe that’s why everyone noticed the change so quickly.

because Y/N going quiet?

that wasn’t normal.

it started small.

she stopped running into Charles’ driver room after sessions.

she stopped posting silly paddock photos.

during media day, instead of sitting with Kimi and laughing at something on his phone, she just smiled faintly and stared off somewhere else.

Lando noticed first.

“she’s tired,” he’d said.

but then Oscar noticed she barely touched her lunch.

Pierre noticed she’d started sitting alone after sessions.

Carlos noticed she flinched whenever someone asked if she was okay.

and Charles—

Charles noticed everything.

he noticed how she forced smiles now.

how she lingered outside the Ferrari garage like she wanted to come in but changed her mind every time.

how she kept saying “I’m fine” too quickly.

he tried asking gently.

“you okay, bébé?”

and she smiled immediately.

“yeah!”

too fast.

too bright.

too fake.

Charles exchanged a look with Arthur from across the paddock.

because that wasn’t their sister.

qualifying in Monza was chaotic.

Ferrari fans were loud as always, the paddock was crowded, emotions were high, and Charles was frustrated after narrowly missing pole.

everyone was busy.

engineers talking.

media running around.

drivers heading back to hospitality.

and somewhere in the middle of all that chaos—

Y/N disappeared.

“has anyone seen her?” Charles asked suddenly, looking around Ferrari hospitality.

Arthur frowned immediately. “I thought she was with Kimi.”

“She wasn’t with me,” Kimi said, already pulling out his phone.

the mood shifted instantly.

because normally Y/N was easy to find.

she gravitated toward people naturally. someone always saw her.

but now?

nothing.

it was actually George who spotted her first.

he’d gone outside to get some air after media obligations when he noticed someone sitting behind one of the paddock buildings near the barriers.

knees pulled to chest.

Ferrari jacket zipped all the way up.

head lowered.

alone.

George slowed immediately.

“…Y/N?”

she looked up too quickly, wiping at her face before he could fully see.

that alone made his chest ache.

because this girl never cried in front of people.

ever.

“hey,” George said softly.

a few seconds later Kimi appeared too, having followed George after overhearing Charles asking around.

the second Kimi saw her expression, his face dropped.

“oh,” he said quietly. “something’s really wrong.”

Y/N immediately tried smiling.

it looked painful.

“I’m okay.”

George crouched slightly in front of her.

“you don’t have to do that.”

“…do what?”

“pretend.”

and that—

that nearly broke her immediately.

Kimi sat beside her first.

not too close.

just enough.

quiet enough that she didn’t feel cornered.

George leaned against the wall nearby, arms folded loosely.

neither of them pushed.

which somehow made it worse.

because Y/N realized they were waiting.

patiently.

gently.

like they actually cared.

and she was so, so tired.

“Charles is worried,” Kimi said softly after a while.

her eyes dropped instantly.

“I know.”

“Arthur too.”

“…I know.”

George tilted his head slightly.

“then why are you hiding from them?”

and her lips started trembling before she could stop them.

“I don’t want them to worry more.”

the words came out cracked.

small.

Kimi frowned immediately. “More?”

and suddenly tears were sliding down her face no matter how hard she tried stopping them.

“I just…” she whispered shakily. “I miss my dad.”

silence.

heavy silence.

because instantly they understood.

not fully—not really—but enough.

grief didn’t disappear just because time passed.

sometimes it waited quietly before crashing into you all over again.

and race weekends made it worse.

because motorsport was everywhere.

Ferrari was everywhere.

family memories were everywhere.

her dad should’ve been there for all of it.

for Charles.

for Arthur.

for her.

“I didn’t wanna say anything because Charles already has so much pressure and Arthur’s trying so hard and Lorenzo worries about everyone and I just—”

her voice broke completely.

“I feel bad because they’re trying to be okay and I’m not.”

Kimi’s expression cracked immediately.

because Y/N was always the one comforting everyone else.

seeing her like this felt wrong.

George sat beside her now too.

“You know,” he said carefully, “your brothers would probably be devastated hearing you felt like you had to hide this from them.”

she wiped at her face angrily.

“I know but every time I think about saying it out loud I feel guilty.”

Kimi shook his head immediately.

“You missing your dad isn’t something to feel guilty about.”

and that sentence—

that one sentence—

made her cry harder.

eventually more drivers quietly joined them.

not because they wanted drama.

but because the grid had become weirdly protective over this girl.

Lando arrived with snacks.

Oscar brought water.

Pierre sat nearby without speaking.

Carlos rubbed her shoulder gently when she cried too hard to talk.

it became this silent little circle of people just…being there.

no cameras.

no headlines.

just family.

the kind you’re born with.

and the kind you accidentally find.

“you should talk to Charles,” Carlos finally said softly.

Y/N immediately shook her head.

“I can’t.”

“yes, you can,” Pierre replied gently.

“He loves you too much to want you hurting alone,” Oscar added quietly.

and honestly?

they were right.

when Charles finally found her, Arthur right behind him, both of them looked terrified.

Charles’ expression changed immediately the second he saw her crying.

“bébé?”

Y/N broke instantly.

because that was her brother.

that was safety.

that was home.

Charles crossed the space so fast she barely had time to stand before he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Arthur joined them a second later.

and for the first time all weekend—

she stopped trying to act okay.

“I miss him,” she cried into Charles’ shoulder.

Charles held her tighter immediately.

his own eyes watering.

because he understood.

of course he did.

“I know,” he whispered shakily. “I miss him too.”

Arthur pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You never have to hide that from us.”

and somewhere nearby, the grid quietly looked away to give them privacy.

because sometimes love looked like this.

not podiums.

not trophies.

not cameras.

just siblings holding each other together in the middle of a loud paddock after the world got too heavy again.

later that night, someone posted a blurry photo on instagram.

Charles, Arthur, and Y/N sitting together in Ferrari hospitality long after everyone left.

Y/N tucked between them.

all three smiling softly.

safe again.

and the comments under the post were filled with one collective thought:

the paddock would protect that girl with their lives.

End.

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[kiricumber]

[miniseungkimcami]

The Visitor

pairing: non idol!jeongin x f!reader

synopsis: you stormed out of your boyfriends dorm, heartbroken, your freshman year of college. you managed to avoid him for almost three years until you locked eyes at a party.

warnings: themes of dv, cursing, smut (fingering), semi public sexual acts, marking, dom/sub dynamic (kinda), cheating, angst, mingi is a terrible boyfriend

wc: 3.6k

a/n: omg i forgot to put this in part one, but the way that idols are portrayed in this fic does noooot represent them as people 🙂‍↕️💗

part 1 part 2 part 3 (in the works)

You slowly lifted your hand to touch your cheek where he had hit you. For a moment all you could do was stand there in shock. Almost right away, he pulled you into his chest, whispering insincere apologies.

What he did set in, and as soon as it did, you pushed him away from you. His eyes seemed apologetic and sincere, but you knew you needed to leave. As you started to walk away, he followed you and grabbed your arm, trying to get you to stay “Don’t. Let me go, Mingi.” Your voice wasn’t angry as you spoke, but it was small and scared. 

He stepped back and you grabbed your bag and walked out of his dorm. You broke down in tears as soon as the door closed, and you walked down the hallway as quickly as you could, trying to not draw attention to yourself. 

You turned the corner and ran into someone, so you muttered an apology and tried to keep walking. “Bug, wait!” You groaned as you heard Jeongin’s voice. Just your luck you ran into him right after Mingi just hit you. 

“Jeongin, I’m fine. Please just leave me alone.” You didn’t turn around to face him when you spoke, trying to hide your marked cheek. 

He softly grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. Your hand covered your cheek, but gently he moved it and saw your cheek that was starting to bruise. “Oh, bug, what happened?”

You shook your head, pushing his hand away. “I’m fine, really, it was an accident.”

He gave you a suspecting look. You knew he didn’t believe you. “Y/n, be honest. Did he lay his hands on you?”

You avoided eye contact and choked back more tears, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. He pulled you in and hugged you as you broke down further, sinking down to the floor. You let him hold you, and you melted into his touch the same way you used to. The feeling of being in his arms hadn’t changed. You still felt that sense of security you never quite felt when Mingi held you. 

After a few too many people passed by, he lifted you off the floor and you walked to his dorm with him. He didn’t speak as he led you to the couch, putting a blanket over you and switching the tv on, and turning on your favorite comfort movie. 

He remembered. 

As you settled on the couch, he went to the kitchen and made you tea and a sandwich. He brought the plate and cup over to you and set it down on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of you and grabbed your hand. “Bug, please tell me what happened.”

You avoided eye contact again and removed your hand from his to grab the cup of tea. “He didn’t mean to, Jeongin. He isn’t like that.”

He scoffed. “Pretty sure you don’t hit your girlfriend hard enough to leave a bruise on accident. You need to break up with him if you haven’t already.”

“No, this was an accident. You don’t know Mingi like I know Mingi. I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend, I love him.” You stood up from the couch and grabbed your bag. “Thank you for your help, but I need to go now.”

He didn’t try to stop you, he knew it was no use trying.

A few weeks had passed since the incident. Mingi apologized for it over and over again and you, as you usually did, forgave him. You tried your best to avoid Jeongin, but it seemed like since you saw him at the party, he’s everywhere. 

You saw him and Nira together again at another party, and you could tell they got back together. Mingi watched you as you watched him, and he walked over to you angrily. He grabbed your arm and leaned down to speak lowly in your ear. “Stop looking at him, Y/n.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine and the feeling of his grip on your arm lingered even after he had let go. You noticed the red marks from his hands on your arm, but just ignored them.

He didn’t mean to.

You didn’t move from the position you were in, you just kept your eyes on the ground. It didn’t take long for Yunjin to walk over to you, as soon as you noticed her and the expression on her face, you escaped to the bathroom. 

You shut the door behind you, hoping she’d leave you alone. You rested your hands on the counter, looking at your reflection. You traced the marks on your arm, both old and new and you jumped when you heard someone frantically knocking on the door.

“Yunjin, go away-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jeongin swung the door open and he gave you a look before shutting it. “What the fuck, Y/n. I watched that entire thing happen.”

You were still not comprehending the fact that he just followed you into the bathroom. “Jeongin! You cannot just barge in here, what if I was actually using the bathroom?” 

He scoffed. “No, don’t do that, Y/n.” He touched your arm, running his own fingers along the marks he had left. “You can’t keep letting this happen, bug. He’s abusing you whether you can see it or not. I know you’re not an idiot.”

“Jeongin, you don’t get it. He didn’t-”

He cut you off and ran his hands through his hair. “Let me guess, he didn’t mean to? Stop making excuses for him, Y/n. I watched as he crossed the room and grabbed your arm simply because you were looking in my direction. That was no accident. He’s intentionally hurting you because he knows you aren’t going to stop him.”

You just stood there, tears welling in your eyes, part of you knowing he was right. You don’t know what came over you- maybe the alcohol, the confined space, or the fact he came in being protective of you- but you pulled him by his shirt and you kissed him. 

There was nothing delicate about the kiss, the three years you were apart all exploded at once. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer and you tugged on his hair. His hands moved down to grab the back of your thighs and you jumped as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your core. 

You felt the burn in between your legs, the need for him growing with every second that passed. He kissed down your neck, lightly sucking small marks into your neck. His hands ran down your body, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. You bit back a small moan as he groped at your boobs while he was still kissing along your neck and chest. 

His large hands trailed up your thigh, slowly getting closer to where you needed him the most. He pulled away to look at you, asking for consent. “Is this okay, bug?” All you could do was nod, and pull him back into you. 

He wasted no time and slipped off your shorts. When he finally touched you, you grinded your hips into his hand, chasing more friction as he touched you lightly, teasing you. Your hands tangled in his hair, pleading for more. “Jeongin, please, don’t tease me.”

“You’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?” He kept his eyes on you as he inserted two fingers with ease. You let out a moan as he began to slowly move his fingers. Your eyes shut and your head fell back onto the mirror, but abruptly stopped, dissolving any high that was being built. “Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop. Got it?”

“I will, please just keep going.” Your eyes were on his, begging him to keep moving his fingers. 

He kissed you before picking up the pace in his fingers again. You moaned and your face contorted, but you kept your eyes on him like you were instructed to do. He inserted a third finger, curling them perfectly, hitting the delicious spot inside of you. 

You held onto his other bicep, trying to keep your eyes on him. “You’re still so tight, baby. This pussy is so perfect, just for me.”

His words were pushing you over the edge, bringing you right to the edge of your orgasm. “Innie, please. I’m so close, don’t stop.” You moaned again, not bothering to hush your noises. His other hand moved to rub circles on your clit and the coil inside you snapped. You gushed around his fingers, your release making a mess over his arm and his clothes.

He didn’t slow his movements until you were shaking from overstimulation. He slowly slipped his fingers out of you, making you whine from the loss of contact. He kept his eyes on you as he sucked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. “You’re so sweet, next time I’ll have to use my mouth on you.” He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. 

You slipped off the counter, trying your best to stand even though your legs felt like jelly. He helped you back into your shorts and kissed you again. “You do know we just cheated on our partners, right?” You asked as the realization of what you just did set in.

“Well,” he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Last I checked, my girlfriend has already cheated on me with your boyfriend, and on top of that, he's abusive. I think it’s fair.”

You knew you couldn’t argue with that, because he had a point. He started to open the bathroom door to leave, but you spoke up before he stepped out. “What did you mean by next time?”

He smirked at you. “You didn’t think this was a one time thing, did you?” He didn’t say anything else before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him so you wouldn’t be seen leaving the bathroom together. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a minute, the feeling of him still lingering on your body. His lips felt burned into your skin in the best way possible. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Yunjin immediately found her way over to you. “Babe! I saw what happened. You can’t keep letting this happen.” Her eyes trailed down from your face to your neck, noticing the few small marks that he left. “Woah, did you let Mingi hurt you then take him to the bathroom to fuck?”

Your expression dropped. “Um, no, these are old.”

Your best friend just gave you a look. “Uh huh. Don’t bullshit me, y/n. Those weren’t there when we were getting ready for this party. After he grabbed you like that, Mingi disappeared the same way you did. There’s no shame in it, he is your boyfriend-”

“Wait,” You stopped her rambling when you heard Mingi also disappeared. “Did you say Mingi disappeared after I did?”

Yunjin gave you a confused look. “Oh, you really weren’t with him.” It took a second for the information to sink in, when it did, her eyes went wide. “Oh my god, did you cheat on Mingi?”

You quickly shushed her. “Huh Yunjin, shut your mouth. Can we leave please? I’ll explain everything.” Yunjin looked towards Hyunjin who was hanging out with Changbin. They didn’t need to say any actual words, he just waved her off, telling her it was okay to leave. You sent a quick text to Mingi telling him you were leaving with Yunjin and then the two of you headed toward the door.

You held onto her hand as you slipped through the crowds of people. You passed by Jeongin on your way out, not saying anything. As soon as you were outside, you felt your phone vibrate and when you looked, Jeongin’s name lit up your screen. 

‘No kiss goodbye?’

You felt the twist in your stomach as you stared at the message. You couldn’t turn your phone away from Yunjin’s view and she looked over your shoulder and gasped. “It was Jeongin, wasn’t it!”

Your hand quickly covered her mouth to mute her exclaiming as best you could. “Oh my god, just tell my boyfriend to his face why don’t you! Could you be any louder about this?”

She looked around and took a breath when she realized how loud she was actually being. “Okay, I’ll calm down until we get back to the dorm. I expect a full explanation, every single detail when we get back.” You nodded, interlinking your arm into hers as you quickly walked back to your building. 

Yunjin sat crisscrossed on the couch, listening intently to what you were telling her. Her jaw dropped and she dramatically squealed and threw herself backwards on the couch. “So let me get this straight. He watched your boyfriend abuse you, followed you into the bathroom, then he finger banged you? And he told you there would be a next time?”

You nodded. “Uh, yeah basically.”

She playfully slapped your knee repeatedly while squealing like a school girl. “Oh my gosh, y/n! You’re a little cheater cheater pumpkin eater.”

You giggled at your best friend. “Really, Yunjin? What are we? Twelve?” 

She just shrugged. “Well, what are you going to do now? Break up with Mingi and get back together with Jeongin?”

“Woah, definitely not. I still love Mingi so much, this was a one time thing. I won’t let it happen again.”

She just rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, sure, let’s stay with the abusive boyfriend.”

You gave Yunjin a serious look, no longer messing around. “Don’t say that. He isn’t abusive, he just gets upset sometimes. It’s my fault for upsetting him.”

“Babe, wake the fuck up. He literally hit you, and has been more aggressive towards you since you let it happen.” She stood up off the couch, getting more upset. “Your boyfriend is abusing you. I can’t keep standing by watching you let it happen to yourself, y/n, I love you too much for that.”

You watched as the tears welled in her eyes as she spoke. She turned around and walked out of the dorm, leaving you to sit with what she just said. You sat on the couch, tears brimming your own eyes as you called your boyfriend. He picked up the phone, and you could hear someone giggling in the background, but asked him to come over anyway. 

Within ten minutes, he was at your door, arms open. You walked into his arms and you cried as he held you. He walked into the apartment, and into your bedroom. He let you cry, but as soon as you were done, he climbed on top of you and started kissing along your jaw. 

“Mingi, wait,” You tried to lightly push his arm, telling him to get off. “I don’t want to, I’m not in the mood right now.” 

He kept kissing and grabbing at your body until your voice hardened from the soft whisper it was before. “Mingi, I’m serious, stop it.” You shoved him a little harder this time.

He groaned, rolled off of you and climbed out of bed. “Okay, well, if we aren’t doing anything, I’m gonna leave. I have other stuff I could be doing.”

You sat up in bed, truly in shock he actually just said that to you. He walked out of the dorm and as you heard the door shut, your first thought was Jeongin. You sat in your bed with your knees to your chest staring at your phone and contemplating your next move. You bit your lip and you picked up your phone and scrolled to his contact. 

‘Are you free?’

The three bubbles were almost immediate. 

‘Nira just left, is everything okay?’

You didn’t text him back, you just grabbed your shoes and started walking to his dorm. You knew you should’ve turned around, and you knew you shouldn’t have texted him.

But you’ve already come this far, why turn around now?

You raised your hand to knock on his door, but the door opened as you were about to knock. Jeongin jumped slightly, not expecting to see you at his door. 

You paused, starting to regret your decision to show up with no warning. “Oh, were you about to leave?”

He just smiled, dimples caving in his cheeks. “I was about to show up at your door. You stopped responding to me.” He opened the door and his hand grazed your lower back as you walked into his dorm. As the door shut, you felt tension lingering in the air.

Next time.

His words rang in your mind. The memory from earlier that night replaying, his touch still lingering on your body. You didn’t know what pulled you to him, but you knew you needed him. He looked at you with such a firm gentleness in his eyes, he didn’t have to say anything for you to know he still cared for you deeply. 

He carefully brushed the hair out of your face, stepping closer to you. “Bug, are you okay?”

You let out a sigh and tried to not let the tears fall as they brimmed your eyes. “I don’t really know anymore. I think I just needed real comfort, comfort isn’t Mingi’s strong suit.”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name. “ I don’t think being a good boyfriend is Mingi’s strong suit.”

“Oh, and it’s yours? Your girlfriend just left and there’s another girl in your apartment now.” You pointed out, half joking. 

“Well, I could be much worse.” He shrugged, glancing down at your bruises then looking back up at you, looking into your eyes with a sympathetic look. You broke eye contact, looking past him, not wanting to acknowledge the marks on your arm. 

In that moment, you completely broke. You realized you didn’t need to uphold any image in Jeongin’s eyes, you let yourself fall apart. Your head fell into your hands as you let out a choked sob. He didn’t hesitate to take you in his arms, stroking your hair and rubbing your back. 

He cradled you in his arms and gently shushed you. “It’s okay, bug. I’m right here, let it all out.” You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you closer. As your tears slowed, he brought you to his bedroom and laid you down on his bed. 

Remembering what Mingi had just done, you made yourself very clear before he could do anything. “Jeongin, I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m literally crying right now.” 

His face was confused and he was taken aback at the suggestion. “Woah, that is the last thing I was thinking about doing right now, y/n. What makes you think that’s what I wanted?”

Relived, you let yourself settle more into his bed with his comforter that was swallowing you. You looked around, avoiding eye contact again. “No reason at all.”

He crossed his arms and tilted his head. “It was Mingi, wasn’t it? Is that why you’re here?”

All you could do was give a small nod. “Bug, I wasn’t going to try and have sex with you right now. You just broke down crying in my arms, I was going to go grab you water, a change of clothes, then ask you if I could lay in the bed with you.”

Your lips curved into a small frown as you felt the tears prickle your eyes again. “You were just going to do all of that? No expectation of sex?” He nodded, as if it was a given. “Why though? I’m not your girlfriend or anything.”

“You’re right,” he crossed his bedroom to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and sweatpants. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. If you’re hurting, I’m going to do what I can to make you feel better. Being a boyfriend has nothing to do with that.”

He placed the clothes next to you on the bed and he left the room so you could change. He knocked before he came back in a few minutes later. He had a bottle of pain medication and a cup of water in his hands. “I don’t know if you still get headaches after you cry that hard, but I brought the meds just in case. I remember you like to get ahead of the headache.”

You sat for a second, shocked he remembered, before carefully grabbing the bottle from his hand as if he would change his mind and take it back. “I’m surprised you remembered that. I don’t think Mingi could tell you my birthday off the top of his head.”

“You’re not a forgettable person, y/n. I couldn’t forget the little details about you if I tried.” The look in his eye was genuine, and you knew he meant it. “Can I lay with you?”

You nodded and scooted over slightly. “It’s your bed, Jeongin. You don’t have to ask me that.”

As he climbed into bed, he held out his arms, signaling you to lay on his chest. “I still have morals, believe it or not.”

Reluctantly, you laid down and he wrapped his arms around you. He traced lazy patterns up and down your arm, soothing you. You had always struggled to fall asleep when Mingi was in bed with you, but for whatever reason, you drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes when Jeongin held you. You felt warm, you felt secure, you felt safe. 

You realized that wasn’t a feeling you were used to.

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Epic!!

[itz-me-pandora]

⋅☆⋅ heart keeper: part 9 ⋅☆⋅

pairing: poly!skz x fem!reader

summary: caught up with work and comeback preperation, stray kids hire you as a housekeeper with the expectation that you'd handle chores they dont have time to manage. what they didnt expect was to fall in love with you

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, embarassment, kissing, cuddling

word count: 940

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a/n: omg final chapter!! i originally planned for there to be ten in total but i've decided to keep it at nine (sorry!!) thank you soo much to everyone who read and supported my first series <333 love you guys!!!!

it was very obvious that you knew little about the kpop industry.

the situation you panicked about was resolved in less than two days, as the company was quick to issue out apologies and statements that you were, in fact, just a housekeeper. you weren't, but nobody else needs to know that.

so, the few days after the incident, you were embarassed of the way you overreacted around jeongin and tried to avoid him.

your plan didn't last long.

he was just too cute.

"y/nnie." he pouted, resting his head on your shoulder from behind you while you washed dishes.

you tensed slightly, turning your head a bit to glance at him sideways.

"yeah..?"

"you've been very mean." somehow his pout deepened, his dimples now 6 feet deep.

"mean how..?" you played dumb.

"avoiding me."

you sighed. "i'm just..embarassed."

he frowned. "about what?"

"i kinda..made a scene in front of you the other day."

he paused to think for a second, then looked up at you with wide eyes. "you mean when you were gonna leave?"

you flushed and nodded. he exhaled, snaking his arms around your waist. "you don't have to be ashamed of that, y/nnie!! it made sense for you to panic. but don't worry, you're okay now." he said softly.

you smiled. "i know, innie." you put the last of the plates on the drying rack and turned to the kitchen towel to dry your hands, but you got a better idea.

smirking, you turned around quickly to splash jeongin with the sink water.

"hey!!" he squealed, nose scrunching up.

a voice called from the hallway, "who's attacking my maknae?". changbin stormed into the room, arms crossed. his face softened and he grinned when he saw it's you.

"oh, it's y/nnie. it's okay then." he shrugged and turned to keep walking.

"hyungg!! you're supposed to defend me!" jeongin whined, wiping the water off of him with a towel.

"nuh uh. our princess can do what she wants." changbin smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you pretended to cringe and move from his kiss, resulting in his pushing you closer by the side of your face and smooching your cheek repeatedly.

"EWW! right in front of me?!" jeongin groaned, escaping away to the living room. "channie hyung, binnie hyung's being gross again." he whined to chan, who just chuckled softly.

"you're just jealous you don't got game." changbin beamed smugly, wrapping an arm over your hip.

"we literally share her, bin." chan noted, amused.

"yeah, but i'm the favourite, right?" changbin turned to you.

"fat chance, I am!" hyunjin called out from his room upstairs.

jeongin tilted his head at the empty staircase. "how can you hear our conversation from all the way up there?"

"none of your business."

that night, you cooked dinner as usual and plated the meal on the dining table, the boys settling down to eat.

"wait, y/nnie, why don't you sit with us?" jisung called out to you.

you paused on your way back your room. "do you want me to...?"

"yeah! you always cook then disappear. come eat with us!" felix pleaded.

you smiled and walked over. chan pulled out a chair for you next to him. you smiled and sat down between him and minho.

"i just realised this is the first meal we eat together, like, the nine of us." seungmin said, picking up his chopsticks.

"yeah, y/n, you should eat with us every day." hyunjin agreed.

that whole meal, minho kept placing more food in your plate, even when you insisted you were full. he smiled at you in adoration when you gave dori a piece of meat after the cat rubbed against your leg.

jisung yapped on about his day, something you knew was a daily occurence as he was loud enough for you to hear all the way in your room.

halfway through the dinner, while everyone was busy either shoveling as much food in their mouth as possible or having a conversation, chan smiled at you.

"are you comfortable?" he asked softly.

you nodded and smiled back. "yeah."

he took your hand gently in his and brought it to his lips, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. he didn't let go and kept your hands intwined for the rest of the meal.

after dinner, you got up to wash the dishes, but you saw seungmin already there.

"minnie? that's kind of my job."

he brushed you off, rolled up his sleeves, and turned the faucet on. "you need a break. go sit down with the others."

you wanted to argue, but you knew how stubborn he could be. "are you sure?"

he nodded.

you accepted it and walked to the living room where the other members were sitting on the couches, picking a movie to watch.

felix patted the spot next to him on the floor in front of the couch, gesturing for you to sit between him and hyunjin. you did, and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

everyone else decided on a film and kept it on pause, waiting for seungmin to join. eventually, he came, hands still a little bit wet, and sat on the couch behind you. as the movie played, he gently stroked your hair.

two hours later, the movie finished. half of you were asleep, the other half almost there. you felt your own eyes drooping against felix's hair as he snored. your mind replayed memories.

memories of applying for this job.

memories of when you realised you loved your boys.

you came here to find employment, but instead you found a home.

tysm for reading <3

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Binnie nsfw theories next? 👀👀👀

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

Bang Chan / Lee Know/ Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Felix / Seungmin / Jeongin

Note:finally, my favorite sub 😭

Main masterlist / Masterlist skz

Okay, I finally get to talk about my man. Let’s be real , we need to discuss Changbin because this guy has been living rent-free in my head for way too long.

Everyone looks at him and sees this big, muscular, strong man with huge arms and a deep voice… but I’m 100% convinced that in bed, he’s one of the biggest submissives to ever exist. Like, extremely submissive. The type who completely melts the second his girl takes control.

Changbin looks like he could destroy you, but the truth is he wants to be destroyed by you. He wants his girlfriend/wife to dominate him completely, and that contrast makes him insanely hot to me. I personally love this side of him so much

He’s the kind of guy who gets weak instantly when you use a firm tone with him. Just hearing “Be a good boy for me, Binnie” or “Get on your knees” is enough to make his cock hard. He loves when you boss him around — telling him exactly what to do, where to touch, how fast or slow to go, and when he’s allowed to cum. The more control you take, the needier, more desperate, and more pathetic he becomes… and I find that incredibly cute and sexy.

When he eats you out:

Changbin is genuinely obsessed with giving oral. He gets so excited when you tell him to go down on you. He drops to his knees right away, looking up at you with those eager, shiny eyes while waiting for your permission. The second you say yes, he buries his face between your thighs like a starved man

He’s so enthusiastic — licking long, slow stripes up your pussy, sucking on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and moaning loudly against you because he loves your taste that much. He’ll push his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose rubs against your clit. If you sit on his face? He ascends. He grabs your thighs tightly and pulls you down harder, licking and sucking like his life depends on it, whimpering and moaning under you. He wants you to use his face, grind on his tongue, and cum all over him. He doesn’t stop even after you orgasm — he keeps licking you softly, cleaning you up, until you tell him to stop. There are even times he cums untouched just from eating you out.

When you suck or touch him:

At the beginning, he gets shy and embarrassed, but once you start, he falls apart so beautifully. He loves being teased. He’ll whimper and beg so cutely, hips twitching because he’s trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth or hand. Praise absolutely destroys him. Call him “Good boy”, “You’re so hard for me”, or “Look at how pretty you are when you’re desperate” and he’ll moan loudly, cock leaking all over.

His cock… I don’t think it’s one of those massive, intimidating ones. I’d say it’s around 14 or 15 cm, but fuck, it’s so thick. Really thick and heavy, the kind that stretches you open so good and leaves you feeling completely full and stuffed. The head is plump, rosy, and extremely sensitive, and there’s a thick vein running along the shaft that you can feel pulsing when he’s really turned on. And the best (or worst) part? He cums so much. Thick, heavy loads that shoot out in strong spurts, always a ridiculous amount, sometimes even surprising himself. On top of that, his cock is insanely sensitive — after he cums once, even the lightest touch, lick, or squeeze makes his whole body shake violently. He starts whimpering, moaning loudly, and begging, becoming an overstimulated, desperate, trembling mess, which makes edging and overstimulation him so much more fun and addictive

He has crazy stamina, but becomes extremely sensitive after he cums. He loves (and hates) overstimulation. After his first orgasm, if you keep sucking or stroking him, he’ll shake, whimper, and cry out things like “It’s too much, baby, please…” but if you actually stop, he’ll beg you to continue because he loves feeling completely at your mercy

Changbin loves when you fuck him. Whether you’re riding him, pegging him, or using toys — he wants it all. His favorite position is you on top, riding him hard while he grips the sheets or your thighs, looking up at you with glassy, desperate eyes. He adores when you pin his wrists above his head or wrap your hand around his thick neck. It makes him feel owned and small, even though he’s so big and muscular.

He’s very vocal and expressive. Expect lots of pretty moans, needy whimpers, and broken sentences like “Please…”, “I can’t—”, “I’ll be good, I promise…”, and “Thank you, thank you—”. He has a huge praise kink. The more you tell him how good he feels, how strong he looks while breaking down, or how beautiful he is when he’s begging — the faster he loses it.

He also has a breeding kink, but in a very submissive way. He goes crazy when you tell him you’re going to milk him dry, that you want him to fill you up, or that he has to cum deep inside you until it leaks out. He’ll moan loudly and thrust up desperately whenever you say things like that.

Changbin loves being marked. He wants your hickeys all over his chest, neck, and thighs. He wants to look in the mirror the next day and see proof that he belongs to you.

When he misbehaves (or pretends to), he gives you the biggest puppy eyes — big round eyes, pouty lips, and a soft “I’m sorry…” He knows exactly how weak you are to that look and uses it. Most of the time you forgive him quickly because he’s too adorable, but when you do decide to punish him… he secretly loves it. Edging, spanking, orgasm denial — he takes everything so well.

Aftercare with him is the softest thing ever. The second the scene ends, he turns into the biggest baby. He’ll nuzzle into your chest, hide his face in your neck, and crave all the cuddles, kisses, and praise in the world. He loves when you clean him up, stroke his hair, and tell him how good he was. He’ll whisper “I love you so much…” while clinging to you, still a little shaky from how hard he came.

In short:Changbin might look like the strongest and toughest guy in the room… but behind closed doors, he’s your sweet, desperate, obedient boy who lives to please you and be used by you. He wants to be dominated, praised, overstimulated, and loved by his girl — and he’s not ashamed to beg for it.

I swear this man was made to be submissive. I’m completely obsessed with this version of him… especially because I think it’s the truest one.

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Mini scenario🤭

You had Changbin exactly where you wanted him — lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked, thighs spread wide, and his thick, hard cock throbbing in your hand.

His chest was heaving, muscles glistening with sweat. His big arms were stretched above his head, hands gripping the headboard tightly like you’d told him to. His eyes were glassy, lips parted, letting out those pretty, desperate whimpers you loved so much

“P-please…” he whined, voice already breaking as you stroked him slowly, torturously.

You tightened your grip around his thick shaft, pumping him with long, firm strokes while your thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the constant leak of precum. Changbin’s hips jerked up involuntarily, but you pressed your other hand on his lower stomach, keeping him down.

“Stay still, Binnie,” you warned softly. “Good boys don’t move unless I say so.”

He let out a broken sob, nodding frantically. “Y-yes… I’m sorry— I’ll be good… I’ll be so good for you…”

You sped up your hand, stroking him faster, twisting your wrist just the way he liked. His cock was rock hard, veins pulsing under your fingers, the head an angry red and dripping nonstop. Every time you squeezed the head, his whole body twitched violently.

“F-fuck— baby— it feels too good…” he moaned, head falling back against the pillow. His thighs were already starting to tremble.

You didn’t stop. You kept pumping him through it, using both hands now — one stroking his length while the other played with his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Changbin’s breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. His abs clenched hard, and his cock twitched wildly in your grip

“Please… please, I’m so close— can I cum? Please let me cum…” he begged, voice shaky and pathetic in the best way

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his chest while your hand kept working him mercilessly.

“Not yet, baby. You can hold it a little longer for me, can’t you?”

He shook his head desperately, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as you kept stroking him without mercy.

“I c-can’t— I can’t hold it— please, I’m gonna cum— please let me cum, I’m begging you—” His voice cracked into a whimper as his whole body started shaking.

You squeezed the base of his cock tightly, stopping him right on the edge. Changbin let out a loud, broken cry, hips jerking desperately as he was denied again.

“Nooo— please… please, I’ve been so good… I need to cum so bad… it hurts…” he sobbed, looking at you with those big, watery puppy eyes.

You cooed at him softly, but your hand started moving again — faster this time, slick sounds filling the room as you jerked him hard and fast. His cock was impossibly harder, leaking so much it was dripping down your fingers.

“Look at you,” you murmured, voice sweet but cruel. “Such a big, strong man… trembling and crying just because I won’t let you cum yet.”

Changbin was shaking uncontrollably now. His thighs quivered violently, stomach muscles contracting, chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears slipped down the sides of his face as he kept begging.

“Please— please— I’m gonna explode— I can’t take it anymore— let me cum, baby, please let me cum— I’ll do anything—”

You leaned closer, biting his neck while your hand flew over his cock.

“Cum for me then, Binnie. Cum hard like a good boy.”

The moment you gave permission, Changbin broke.

With a loud, desperate moan that sounded almost like a sob, his entire body convulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, painting his abs and chest in messy streaks. You didn’t stop stroking him, milking him through his orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible.

Even after the first wave, you kept going

Changbin’s eyes widened in panic as overstimulation hit him full force

“W-wait— too much— it’s too much— ahh— fuck— please—!”

His body was shaking violently now, hips trying to escape your hand while his cock kept pulsing, releasing smaller spurts of cum. Tears were streaming down his face, but he didn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he kept whimpering:

“Don’t stop— please don’t stop— it hurts but feels so good— I love you— I love you so much—”

You finally slowed your hand, milking the last drops from his sensitive cock before letting go. Changbin collapsed completely, breathing heavily, body still twitching with aftershocks

You crawled up and pulled him into your arms, kissing his wet cheeks and sweaty forehead

“You did so well, baby,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “Such a perfect, obedient boy for me.”

Changbin nuzzled into your neck, still trembling, voice hoarse as he whispered back:

“Thank you… I love being yours…”

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[prettyinorchid]

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it’s past midnight, the kind of quiet where the world feels paused, rain tapping steadily against your windows like it’s trying to get in.
you don’t expect anyone to be out in it.

you even got your period today. your cramps have you curled up under your blanket. half asleep, half annoyed at everything, when there’s a soft knock at your door.

you almost don’t get up.
almost.

but then it comes again. slightly louder this time. and when you open it, there he is.

martin. standing in the rain. completely soaked.

his hair is plastered to his forehead, hoodie dark and dripping, breath uneven because he ran the whole way.
but he’s smiling.
like you’re the only thing he can see.

“i-okay-don’t be mad” he laughs softly, holding up a slightly crumpled paper bag and a bouquet that’s definitely seen better days.
“they got kinda attacked by the rain, but i promise they looked prettier five minutes ago.”

inside the bag? some xxxl pads that look like diapers that martin got in a hurry. your favorite chocolates too.

the exact ones you mentioned once, weeks ago, in passing like it wasn’t even important.
but to him, it was.

he looked down at them
“you said you needed them” he says, like it explains everything.

like crossing the city in the rain at this hour is the most normal thing.

you just stare at him for a second, because, what?

you blink at him, still trying to process.
“martin…you ran here? in this?”

he shrugs.
“you said you weren’t feeling good. i didn’t want you to be alone.” he says with that silly smile on his face.

and just like that, your heart melts into something unbearably soft.

you pull him inside quickly, muttering about towels and how he’s going to get sick. but he just laughs softly, taking off his shoes, leaving little wet footprints behind him like a kid.

he smells like rain and cold air and something warm underneath it all that’s just…him.

a while later, he’s in your bed. cuddling

dry hoodie, messy hair, still a little cold, but close.

always close.

empty chocolate wrappers on the floor
and half eaten take outs on the table.

the flowers in a glass vase beside your bed.

you’re curled on your side, blanket tucked around you, and he slips in behind you.

his arm wraps around your waist carefully, not too tight, not too loose, just enough to make you feel held without thinking about it. just enough to feel the pressure.

“hey” he murmurs softly.

“hi” you mumble back, voice small and tired.

there’s a quiet moment.
just the rain.
just the warmth slowly building between you.

then his hand moves. slowly, gently, it settles under your shirt and over your lower stomach.

you tense for a second. everything’s sensitive, everything hurts,
but his touch is so careful it almost surprises you.

his palm is warm, warmer than anything else, and he presses lightly, like he’s afraid of doing it wrong.

his thumb starts tracing slow circles. unhurried. steady. grounding, even.

“does this help?” he asks quietly, his voice right by your ear, giving that spot a feather light kiss.

you nod, eyes fluttering shut, because… yeah. it does. more than you expected.

he hums softly, like he’s relieved, and adjusts just a little closer. his chest against your back, his warmth wrapping around you completely now.

every so often, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, your hair, your shoulder. like little reminders that he’s there.

you can feel his breathing even out, slow and calm, syncing with yours.

his hand never stops moving, those small circles, patient, like he has all the time in the world to sit here and take care of you.

“you didn’t have to come” you mumble, already half asleep.

he’s quiet for a second.

then, softer than before “i wanted to.”

simple. honest. no hesitation.

his fingers curl slightly against your stomach, holding you a little closer, like that’s the only answer that matters.

outside, the rain keeps falling.

inside, you’re warm, held, and safe in a way that makes everything else feels easier to ignore.

and as sleep finally pulls you, you don’t miss the way he presses one last kiss to the back of your head, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

and you love him.

because who else would run through a storm, just to make sure you’re okay?🤍

a/n- guess who’s getting their period soon?🤠 i thought that this was cute to write, i really do think that martin is this type of boyfriend! your feedback would be highly appreciated😚

currently working on the requests!💗🪷