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[miuangelzz]

᧔♡᧓ cortis members sending you pics of bf! martin silly martin, martin being a baby, hyeon & keonho calling y/nie noona, keonho bothering martin, petnames, mention of idol life martin, y/n calling martin "tin" and "baby", cuss words

notes : miu here ! finally starting text imagines for cortis 🙂‍↕️

[flirticsm]

FASHION KILLA 　 　　　　　 martin

👜 ˖ meet me in paris

⋆｡ martin × 𝑓!reader　 ʚɞ　 model reader　idolau fluff est relationship kissing drabbleish #martinlookedsogood ˖ ⋆

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.

✉️ thank you for reading reblogs & cmnts appreciated !!

[breatheaire]

man, wtf hahahaha im dizzy asf

[young2keu]

𑣲 synopsis. bf!seonghyeon’s version of anger management is ‘getting impossibly clingy until you kiss it better’. warnings. none wordcount. 1.3k

the front door clicked shut a little too hard.

not enough to be a slam. seonghyeon wasn’t really that loud when he was angry.

but enough that you looked up from your phone immediately.

he walked past the couch without saying anything, hoodie still pulled over his head, headphones hanging around his neck. his jaw looked tight. tense.

you watched him disappear into the kitchen.

a cabinet opened.

then another.

then the fridge.

then silence.

“…you okay?” you called carefully.

“mhm.”

you frowned immediately. that tone never meant mhm.

a second later, he reappeared holding a bottle of water. his eyes landed on you instantly. lingered for a second too long.

then he walked over and dropped onto the couch beside you heavily. the cushions dipped beneath his weight.

you barely had time to react before he leaned fully into your side, arm sliding around your waist like it belonged there.

ah. one of those moods.

“rough day?” you asked softly.

“people are annoying.”

his voice came out muffled against your shoulder. you felt his grip tighten slightly when you shifted.

your fingers automatically slipped into his hair, brushing lightly through the strands near the nape of his neck. the reaction was immediate. his shoulders loosened beneath your touch, tension melting just a little.

you smiled faintly. “what happened?”

“nothing.”

“seonghyeon.”

he sighed dramatically against you before finally lifting his head enough to look at you. his expression was somewhere between irritated and exhausted, brows pulled together slightly while his lips pressed into a quiet pout.

honestly, he looked more sulky than angry.

“practice was annoying,” he muttered. “everyone kept messing around and we had to redo the same part like fifty times.”

“mhm.”

“then manager hyung got mad because we were behind schedu—”

his words cut off abruptly.

your fingers had scratched lightly against the back of his neck without thinking, and the reaction was immediate. his eyes fluttered shut briefly before a quiet breath left him.

silence.

you stared at him for a second. “…you good?”

seonghyeon frowned like he was annoyed you’d noticed.

“…anyway,” he muttered quietly. “my in-ears stopped working.”

you winced sympathetically. “that’s actually terrible.”

“exactly.”

he looked genuinely offended by the entire situation. a quiet laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it.

immediately, his eyes narrowed further. “don’t laugh.”

“i’m not laughing.”

“you literally are.”

despite the accusation, he shifted even closer. one of his hands slid beneath your hoodie absentmindedly, resting warm against your waist like he needed physical confirmation you were still there.

you tried leaning away slightly to grab your drink from the table.

instantly, his arm tightened.

“where are you going?”

you blinked. “…three inches away from you.”

“…don’t.”

there was something almost childish about the way he said it. quiet. stubborn.

your lips twitched upward. “you’re clingy when you’re mad.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re literally attached to me right now.”

“maybe i want to be.”

his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth right afterward.

then lingered.

and suddenly he looked significantly less interested in defending himself.

you turned your head fully toward him then, finally catching the faint pout still sitting on his face. the irritation in his expression had already softened around the edges, worn down slowly by your fingers moving through his hair.

and suddenly, the earlier annoyance didn’t seem very important anymore.

not when your fingers were still moving through his hair like that.

the way his expression eased whenever you touched him. the way his grip kept tightening every time you moved even slightly away. like all the frustration from earlier had nowhere to go except here.

to you.

your hand slid gently down to the back of his neck. “baby,” you murmured softly.

his eyes fluttered for the briefest second at the name alone.

yeah. definitely one of those moods.

“come here,” you said quietly.

he didn’t hesitate.

his hand came up immediately, fingers brushing along your jaw before settling against your chin. gentle. careful. he tilted your face toward him slightly until your eyes met his fully.

“stay here,” he murmured.

the irritation in his voice from earlier was completely gone now. all that remained was exhaustion and something softer underneath it.

your stomach flipped a little despite yourself.

“i wasn’t planning on leaving,” you whispered.

“good.”

his thumb brushed slowly along your jaw once. twice. his eyes stayed fixed on yours the entire time, heavy-lidded and quiet in that way that always made your chest feel tight.

you hated how pretty he got when he was sulking.

“you know what your problem is?” you murmured.

his brows lifted slightly. “what?”

“you get clingy instead of angry.”

a tiny frown appeared immediately. “that’s not a problem.”

“for you maybe.”

“mhm.”

he moved to rest his forehead against yours. and for a long moment that’s how you stayed.

close enough that you could feel every slow breath he exhaled against your lips. close enough that his hand still curled loosely around your jaw, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin like he didn’t even realize he was doing it anymore.

“you make it hard to stay annoyed,” he murmured quietly.

something warm twisted painfully in your chest.

“that’s kind of the point,” you whispered back.

the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, like he wanted to say something else.

then apparently decided kissing you was easier.

so he kissed you.

slowly.

not rushed or desperate. just tired and lingering and warm in a way that made your stomach ache a little. his hand slid properly against your cheek as he tilted his head, kissing you like he needed a minute to forget about everything else first.

you felt the tension leave him piece by piece.

especially when your fingers slipped back into his hair.

a quiet sound escaped him instantly. barely there. more breath than noise.

your lips curved against his. “better?”

“mhm.”

“you still look pouty.”

“do not.”

you laughed softly.

and apparently even that was enough to distract him completely because his eyes immediately dropped back to your mouth.

“…come here.”

your lips twitched. “you were literally in the middle of complaini—”

he kissed you before you could finish.

longer this time.

his arm around your waist tightened until you were practically halfway in his lap without realizing it. the earlier frustration lingering in his expression had melted completely now, replaced by something softer. needier.

every time you pulled back even slightly, he followed immediately.

one more kiss.

then another.

like he couldn’t quite let the moment end.

“seonghyeon,” you laughed quietly against his mouth. “you’re actually using me as stress relief.”

“mhm.”

not even denying it.

his lips brushed yours again, softer this time, and the warmth of it spread straight through your chest. he kissed like he was slowly getting sleepy from it. lazy and clingy and completely unconcerned with anything except keeping you close.

your hand scratched lightly at the back of his neck.

he practically melted.

his shoulders dropped fully for the first time since he got home, a quiet sigh leaving him against your lips before he buried his face briefly against your jaw.

“see?” you murmured, smiling a little. “you’re basically a giant cat.”

he frowned immediately against your skin. “don’t ruin this for me.”

you laughed again, and he kissed you just to shut you up.

it worked embarrassingly well.

his hand slid from your jaw into your hair, fingers careful as he tilted your head back slightly for another kiss. slower. deeper. not messy or rushed, just enough to make your thoughts blur pleasantly at the edges.

and honestly?

it was unfair how affectionate he got after bad days.

because somewhere between the soft kisses and the way he kept pulling you impossibly closer, all the earlier irritation had disappeared entirely.

replaced by this quiet, clingy affection that always seemed reserved just for you.

eventually, he pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

his lips were slightly pink now. hair messy beneath your fingers. expression soft in a way he only ever let himself be around you.

then quietly—

“okay, i’m over it now.”

you blinked at him once before laughing. “that’s all it took?”

“mhm.” his thumb brushed lazily across your cheek. “needed kisses.”

©young2keu, 2026

keu is typing...

i should probably write smth for james n martin soon... but i'm having tm fun doing kono n sean drabbles... u cant make me stop yet... n anon said they wanted more. so its okay.

even if this got kind of out of hand…. a little too much hyeon on my mind rn… was supposed to be a short one but uwuwheshwj

[tvcaeli]

.⋆♱ "kiss roulette" ۶۟ৎ

pairing martin edwards x gn!reader

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

[ceuxnoirst]

soft launch.

⤷ idol!CORTIS ⋮ as your boyfriend who attempts to soft launch you and fails at it.

warnings & contains separate fiction from reality, established relationship, use of y/n, use of endearments/callsigns,

♡ requested by - @daisydaze09 ! hope it's what you expected g 🤧🫰🏻

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© ceuxnoirst

[cheeskeik]

𓍼 MY EXCLUSIVE MONCHHICHI

bf!james x fem!reader ; fluff + crack ; smau ; oneshot ; swearing ; use of y/n

reader has a mini obsession with monchhichis and absolutely freaked out when she found one of her exclusive one gone.

a/n: hi hello cortisblr.. first post kinda nervous 🥳🥳

> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! 𖹭

[meeoowchi]

“gorjus” ———ˏˋ ★┆ ˎˊ˗ martin edwards

synopsis: waking up w ur amazing cool lovable adorable super cool amazing boyfriend

word count: 265

content warnings: none at all but uh not proofread

kori’s notes: i’m sorry i saw his new hair and i just got to work oh how i love being martin biased

———ˏˋ ★┆ 코르티스 ˎˊ˗ CORTIS TAGLIST!! - @lcvehyeon @yatta-exe @lovelyzh4nna @ilovegojosatoru13 @enhacolor @Cloudyyycore78 @chbq2 @sxqhan @chrryarlenee @atetheluck @mimi-channn @myen2rude

“…? what time is it?” martin mumbled, his face buried against your stomach. you, who wasn’t too awake yourself, looked over to the side.

“like, 4:30.” you yawned. he hummed in acknowledgment, not moving an inch.

“…don’t you have to leave at 5?” you asked, rubbing his head. he didn’t reply for a bit, just melting into your touch.

“it’s not 5 yet.” he pointed out, his grip tightening around you. you didn’t feel like pointing out the obvious flaw in his idea, continuing to pet the taller boy, almost mesmerized by his blonde locks.

“…you grew your hair out?” you asked, gently tugging on it. he nodded, his hand resting ontop of yours.

“you like it?” he smiled, shifting a bit to get a better look at you. his golden hair fell against his face, in a manner that almost made him look ethereal. it was quite unfair, wasn’t it?

“don’t ask dumb questions, you know you look good.” you scoffed, no real bite behind your words. he chuckled, coming up to rest his chin against your shoulder, burying his face against your neck.

“i do, don’t i?” he said, really wanting you to comment on how pretty he looks. you being the sucker you are, decided to give him what he wanted.

“yes martin, you’re gorgeous.”

“mhm, thanks ma.” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. you smiled, a hand coming to rub his back.

“seriously, staff is gonna kill you if you don’t leave soon, mars.”

he only shook his head, his smile growing. “they can wait, you’re more important.”