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06072026 - blondejames | loving james 24/7.

[cortisverse]

To my precious jjami, I know you won't see this, but I hope you stay weird, stay true to yourself, and always be kind to your heart. Never lose the beautiful person you are. I hope that life is kind to you too.

I love love love him so muchhh.

[almin0s]

Holy shit martin you bias wreck me so bad dude

[cortisverse]

YO WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS FROM....

[cortisjames]

[260718] PYPD

[cortisverse]

gosh I've been so busy with my life, I can't even post about james anymore

[t0m1efan]

ohhhhhh i just know hes good at it 😩😩

[jameslvt]

I need him to do that in me

[onecaratdoor]

sedate me

[cortisverse]

Oh fuck me he's so gorgeous

[coerduroybaji]

He’s so beautiful it kinda like hurts my eyes

[justformyjames]

No he’s my baby

[jjamiesmess]

"i don't like cats"

[doublecounter]

dude.

[sieunified]

KISS LAND

SUM. you and cho inbeom indulge in an intense makeout session and inbeom is set on not letting you breathe for even a second.

(TYAL MLST) . cho inbeom x fem!reader · making out, est. relationship, mentions of saliva lol, swollen lips

you somehow find yourself in inbeom’s lap, his hands tightly gripping your waist while yours are tangled in his hair. the only sound being heard in the room is your heavy breathing and the smacking of your lips.

inbeom is literally devouring your mouth, tongue licking every corner and teeth tugging relentlessly at both of your lips. you can't even remember for how long you've been like this, all you know is that one moment inbeom’s determined to meet with you in the late hours of the night and the next second you were seated snugly on his thighs and the only thing that's been leaving your mouth have been breathy sighs ever since.

cho inbeom is on a mission to completely maul your mouth because every time you try to talk or simply catch your breath for a few seconds, he keeps nipping and licking around your mouth, jaw, even your goddamn neck!! he refuses to let you formulate a single word, making sure to interrupt any attempt and reduce you to a muffling mess.

you try to break the kiss again, feeling like your lungs will explode if you don't take a moment to breathe properly. you manage to peel yourself off inbeom’s mouth and you deeply inhale while looking up, pressing your almost numb lips together. you hear inbeom grunting and feel one of his hands making its way up, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your head down.

facing each other again, you finally take a good look at your boyfriend for the first time since you came here. his hair is a mess, his eyes are half lidded, dark with unadulterated desire, making them look even more intense than usual and his cheeks have a slight red tinge to them.

you allow your eyes to wander lower, having to swallow back the lump in your throat when they land on inbeom’s mouth. his lips are heavily swollen, slick with what you guess is a combination of both of your spit and they turned such a raw shade of red it has you wondering if it doesn't actually hurt. even the sides are clearly irritated, looking like you smudged lip tint all around them.

it's probably one of the most shameless inbeom has ever looked and you don't realize you're in the exact same predicament, if not a bit worse.

inbeom takes a moment to properly look at you as well and he resists the urge to pridefully puff his chest out because you look completely ravished.

your eyes are glassy and almost unfocused, your face almost glows in the dimly lit room, and your lips. oh, your lips. the sole center of inbeom’s attention for the past hour or so. they're bitten red, coated in a more than a normal amount of saliva, looking like they're one bite away from bleeding.

and it's not only your lips. inbeom made sure to run his teeth beyond them. your chin, jaw and neck sporting red marks as well, making you look like you suffered some sort of skin allergy, and this time inbeom really can't stop himself from feeling overly proud of the beautiful artwork he created.

“i really like kissing you.” his voice is deeper, a little hoarse due to the lack of talking. you both unintentionally discovered a while ago that your mouth is very sensitive and inbeom has been a total tease about it ever since, finding different ways to drive you crazy. however, it seems like tonight he wants to outdo himself and have you barely hanging by the last strand of sanity.

you try to pull back, but inbeom’s hand hasn't let go of your nape, keeping your head still. he uses the tip of his tongue to draw random patterns on yours, the awareness of every movement making your skin erupt into goosebumps.

spit is rapidly running down your chins, landing on your laps and you should really find it disgusting, but the emotion you're feeling the most right now is shyness. inbeom’s ministrations are filthy, and while you can't deny enjoying it, the shamelessness of it all is overwhelming.

a few minutes later, inbeom pushes his tongue along with yours back in your mouth and kisses you properly, releasing your nape only to wrap his arms around your waist and hug you closer— tighter against his body as humanly possible. your hands are holding inbeom’s shoulders in a vice grip.

he was showing no signs of ending this session anytime soon and you are getting frustrated with every passing second, needing a moment to completely catch your breath. you’ve tried tapping out with your fists against his chest, he doesn’t even flinch when you bite down on his bottom lip. you can feel inbeom smiling while doing that damn grunting sound only he can make from the back of his throat and feeling the vibrations right into your mouth is enough to make you spiral even more.

“just a little longer,” inbeom speaks, mouth still clasped over yours. but you’re spent. and in a final attempt to end this, you bring your hand up and pull at inbeom’s hair hard enough to tilt his head back, making him wince: “ah- ah- ah!”

you just look at each other, taking your disheveled appearances in. your eyes have cleared up, no longer out of focus and your mouth is slowly pulling into a pout.

"what?" inbeom asks while laughing. your eyebrows furrow then and you lightly slap his chest before bringing your hand and running the tips of your finger along your swollen lips.

"don't what me, you fucking animal! my lips are so swollen, i can barely talk! my entire mouth hurts, you moron!" and you're right, you can't articulate your words properly because besides the extra plumpness, they've also gotten quite numb. inbeom holds back the laughter still bubbling in his chest, knowing that if he laughs in your face right now he'll probably never get another chance like this again.

he clears his throat before answering. "well, this fucking animal", he makes sure to emphasize your words, "just gave you the best damn makeout session ever for more than an hour. is that not some sort of record?” he arches one of his eyebrows and a teasing smirk is creeping up on his equally swollen lips. “i think we can go even longer.”

you scoff incredulously. "you've abused my mouth enough. if you want to go further, use your pillow.” you say as you shove him back and climb off his lap.

inbeom laughs, accepting it. still, he mentally pats himself on the back because in a bit of dating, he managed to have you match his freak, no matter how unhinged you sometimes got. he knows you wouldn't do something you're not comfortable with, but you give into inbeom’s shenanigans every time, despite the apprehension or shyness that take over you sometimes.

taglist: @wonniiz (i didn’t actually have one but you asked :)!)

[cortisverse]

sorry moots been busy with life and my someone special

[2xred]

peak fangirl moment .ᐟ

synopsis; when cortis takes the festival stage, martin completely loses his focus to a beautiful girl at the barricade—leading to a reckless, breathless rush out of his getaway van just to get her number before she disappears into the crowd

tags; idol!martin x f!fangirlreader fluff drabble insane delusion 1027 words

notes; this is probably the peak moment of my delusion bc why am i giggling and kicking my feet while reading this (also you might notice that i’m completely and utterly in love with martin rn — hence why all of my fics rn are about him)

the bass from the main stage was still vibrating in your chest, even though the festival grounds were slowly clearing out. you were completely exhausted, your throat raw from screaming, and your feet aching from standing at the center barricade for hours. cortis had absolutely destroyed their set, and honestly, your brain was still fried from the sheer energy of it all.

but during that set, everything had felt different.

you had been standing right at the center barricade, holding your banner, completely radiating pure happiness as you sang along to every single word. you were just a normal fan living in the moment, completely unaware of what was happening on stage.

martin had stepped out with the rest of the members, his usual composed, but energetic stage presence locked in. but during the transition into their second song, his eyes had swept over the roaring crowd—and then they froze. right on you.

it was instant. to martin, the thousands of screaming people, the flashing pyrotechnics, and the booming music completely blurred into static white noise. all he saw was your smile under the festival lights, the genuine, unbothered joy on your face, and the way you looked so effortlessly beautiful just enjoying their music. right then, a heavy, magnetic pull settled deep in his chest. he fell hard, right there under the stage lights, experiencing a sudden, overwhelming wave of true love at first sight.

for the rest of the hour, he was completely yearning for you. his eyes kept unconsciously snapping back to your section of the barricade. whenever he walked to your side of the stage, his chest would tighten with a quiet desperation, his gaze locking onto yours as he sang, silently wishing he could just step off the stage and talk to you. he played directly to you, his heart aching with the sudden, terrifying thought that once the lights went down, you would just disappear into the crowd and he’d never see you again.

that yearning was still burning in his veins when the set finally ended and they were rushed back to the dressing rooms.

now, you were walking along a quieter, fenced-off sidewalk just outside the venue's secure perimeter, trying to navigate through the sea of fans heading toward the train station. right next to the sidewalk, a line of black vans with tinted windows was completely stuck in a massive festival traffic gridlock, their brake lights glowing red in the dusk.

you stopped under a streetlamp, pulling out your phone to check the videos you’d taken, entirely oblivious to the van idling just a few feet away from you.

inside that van, martin’s heart was hammering against his ribs. his mind was still completely consumed by the girl from the front row. he thought he’d lost you forever. but then, looking out the tinted window into the crowded street, he spotted your familiar face standing right there under the light.

before his brain could even process the consequences, before his manager could even yell at him to stop, martin grabbed his mask, popped the sliding door open, and stepped out into the humid evening air.

you didn't even notice the tall figure approaching until someone suddenly stepped directly into your space, blocking the light of the streetlamp.

you blinked, looking up. the guy had a light blue hoodie pulled up, but his face mask was tugged down to his chin. your lungs completely locked up. the breath died in your throat.

it was martin. the martin. he was still slightly flushed from the performance, a few strands of hair damp against his forehead, and his eyes were wide, blinking fast as he looked down at you.

"hey," he breathed out, his voice a little rushed, the words tumbling out of him like he was running out of time—which he absolutely was. "look, this has to be really quick because i’m literally going to get chewed out by my manager in five seconds, but... i saw you at the front row during the concert. i couldn't stop looking at you, and i just think you’re incredibly beautiful. can you please, please give me your number?"

you completely froze. your fan brain didn't just short-circuit; it went entirely dark. you stood there, utterly starstruck, your eyes darting from his intense gaze to the frantic waving of a manager inside the black van a few yards away. martin was looking at you with a mix of desperation and hope, his hands stuffed nervously into his hoodie pockets as he waited.

it took you a full, agonizing second to process reality. you looked at him, swallowed hard, and without a word, unlocked your phone and slid it directly into his palm.

"i'm y/n, by the way," you managed to say, your voice remarkably steady despite the chaos in your chest.

martin’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a wave of pure relief washing over his face. "cool," he murmured, his fingers quickly typing his digits into your contact list.

the van behind him let out a sharp, impatient honk.

martin quickly handed the phone back to you. but instead of just running off, he caught you completely off guard. he reached out, wrapping his arm firmly around your shoulders and pulling you flush against his chest for one brief, incredibly warm second. before you could even react to the clean, heavy scent of his cologne, he leaned down and pressed a firm, lingering kiss right against the top of your head.

"i gotta go," he whispered against your hair.

he let you go just as fast as he’d grabbed you. he turned on his heel and started sprinting back toward the idling van, his long legs eating up the pavement. just before he slid the heavy black door shut, he turned back to look at you one last time through the crowd.

he pointed at his phone, mouthing the words, i'll text you, before raising his hand to his lips and blowing you a quick, breathless kiss. the van door slammed shut, and the vehicle slowly crawled forward into the traffic, leaving you standing under the streetlamp, completely breathless, with his number in your hand.

@2xred — all rights reserved.

[2xred]

peak fangirl moment .ᐟ (2 ⋆˚࿔)

synopsis; when cortis takes the festival stage, martin completely loses his focus to a beautiful girl at the barricade—leading to a reckless, breathless rush out of his getaway van just to get her number before she disappears into the crowd

tags; idol!martin x f!fangirlreader fluff drabble 770 words

notes; loved part 1 so much i just had to add this 🤭 part 3? maybe? soon? @hyccinths

the second the heavy van door slammed shut, the vehicle interior absolutely exploded into pure, unadulterated chaos.

martin fell back against the leather seat, gasping for air as a loud, hyperactive laugh burst out of his chest. he was practically vibrating with pure adrenaline, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes wide as he clutched his phone to his chest like a gold medal.

"are you completely insane?!" keonho shrieked, instantly matching martin's hyper energy by bouncing up and down in his seat and throwing a stray velvet neck pillow straight at martin’s head. "you just ran out into traffic for a girl?! dude, you're our leader! that was the funniest, most unhinged thing i've ever seen!"

"martin, look at our manager," juhoon said, his voice calm and collected as usual, though a massive, amused smirk was spreading across his face. "he's literally turning gray in the passenger seat. he's questioning his entire life choice."

"did you actually get it?!" seonghyeon asked, leaning over the seat with a grin, ever the charmer but currently just living for the drama. "man, i respect the hustle, but that was wild, even for you."

martin didn't care about any of it. he just kicked his legs out, a massive, unfiltered grin on his face as he unlocked his phone and shoved the screen directly into juhoon’s face. "she gave me her number! she actually gave it to me! and guys, she's literally been a fan for years, she was right at the center barricade! it’s destiny, i'm telling you, absolute fate—"

james, the oldest, let out a loud, booming laugh from the back, his usual funny, unserious side completely taking over. "fate?! martin, you looked like a raccoon sprinting toward a trash can before the broom hits you! if the paparazzi saw you, we'd be finished!" then, james's face suddenly shifted into full 'oldest member' serious mode, narrowing his eyes. "but seriously... if you get caught doing that again, i will personally lock you out of the dorms."

the teasing didn't stop when they hit traffic, and it definitely didn't stop when they got back to the dorms. the second the door closed behind them, the cortis members made it their absolute mission to roast their chaotic leader into oblivion.

"oh, y/n," keonho whined, dramatically dropping to his knees in the middle of the living room, clasping his hands together and looking up at the ceiling fan with wide, mocked desperation, fully leaning into his chaotic maknae energy. "this has to be really quick because i'm literally about to get murdered, but you are just so beautiful, please, please give me your digits!"

"wait, wait, you forgot the smooth part," seonghyeon cackled, strutting over with an exaggerated, charming wink before aggressively planting a massive, loud wet kiss right on top of keonho’s messy hair. "i gotta go! text you later, babe!"

james was practically rolling on the floor laughing, slapping the ground, while juhoon just sat on the kitchen counter, quietly sipping a glass of water, chuckling softly at the absolute circus in front of him.

"stop it!" martin yelled, laughing so hard he tripped over a stray slide in the hallway and crashed onto the sofa. he threw a couch cushion at them, entirely unbothered by the mockery because he was still riding the ultimate high. "i panicked, okay?! the manager was honking! the head kiss was a strategic, high-pressure move!"

"you looked like a panicked puppy," juhoon wheezed from the kitchen, breaking his calm demeanor for a second.

martin rolled his eyes, ignoring his members as he clutched his phone, suddenly growing intensely focused. his thumbs flew across the screen, his tongue poking out slightly between his teeth as he carefully drafted a text, his hyper energy channeling into sheer nerves.

meanwhile, across the city, you were sitting on the edge of your bed, still in your festival clothes, staring blankly at your phone. your brain was still entirely short-circuited. you were ninety percent sure you had suffered heatstroke at the main stage and hallucinated the entire thing.

then, the screen lit up.

unknown number:

HEYYY y/n!! it's martin from the van lmao. my manager almost murdered me but it was 1000% worth it!!!

unknown number:

the members are literally reenacting the whole thing in the living room right now and making fun of me for kissing your head but i panicked ok i wanted to be smooth😭

unknown number:

anyway you looked so incredibly pretty tonight. please tell me you're free to grab food with me this week?! (i promise i won't jump out of a moving vehicle this time)

@2xred — all rights reserved

to be continued..?

[t0m1efan]

put me in a headlock pls

[jjamiesmess]

please let me feel your chest press on the back of thighs as you mate me

[celineeverlark]

[celineeverlark]