synopsis: patching up james’ wounds after another one of his fights.
word count: 2.5k
info+warnings: fighter!james, fluff, unestablished relationship & discussions about it, description of injury, cheesy dialogue, petnames, flirting, skinship, kissing, not proofread
“Ow—ow!”
James’ hands came flying up to grip your wrists and halt your movements, the antiseptic held in your hands floating just millimetres from his cut lip.
"Hold still," you said flatly, trying to pull free. "I'm not done."
"Pretty girl, I think you're trying to finish me off yourself."
"Don't call me that when you're bleeding on my bathroom counter."
He loosened his grip just enough for you to resume dabbing at the wound. His jaw tightened, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth, but he didn't attempt to pull away again. He let you work, his eyes fixed on your face the whole time, tracking every flicker of concentration and worried crease between your brows.
"I won, you know," he finally spoke, the words slightly garbled as you pressed the cotton against his split lip.
You pulled back, examining your work. The cut was deep but clean now, you'd done this enough times to know the difference between a wound that needed stitches and one that could be managed with butterfly bandages and a prayer.
"Sure, baby, sure," you said flatly, reaching for the bandages whilst barely sparing him a glance.
"I'm serious." His hands dropped from your wrists to your waist, settling there like they'd been made to fit. "You should have seen the state of him, big guy, thought he was tough."
"Mmhm."
"He's probably still trying to figure out which way is up."
You pressed a fresh cotton ball to the gash above his eyebrow, and he hissed through his teeth, eyes snapping shut.
“Warn me next time.” He grumbled as his head shifted back in an attempt to escape the pain, but you only pressed the gauze harder onto the wound, hand winding round to the back of his head to keep him in place.
“Maybe if you stopped getting hit in the face it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
His eyes finally open and instantly lock on yours, a playful glint in them as he spoke. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You didn’t dignify that with a response, simply choosing to narrow your eyes before bringing your free hand back around, palm cupping his chin and tilting his head to allow a better angle for you to mend the eyebrow wound. He went pliant under your touch, even allowing his cheek to nuzzle slightly into your thumb whilst his eyes never left your face.
The bathroom was small, and the proximity was inevitable. You stood between his legs, his knees bracketing your hips, his hands warm and heavy on your waist. You could feel every breath he took, could smell the blood and sweat and something uniquely him beneath it all.
“You’re so cute.” He mumbled, more to himself than for you to hear but you just about caught it.
“Am not.” You answer, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto your lips.
"Are too," he insisted, his voice soft and almost drowsy despite the adrenaline that must have still been coursing through him. "Your nose is all scrunched up and worried, it’s cute."
"Shut up or I'll make this hurt more."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
He laughed, then immediately regretted it as you began to press firmly again. "Ow—okay, not laughing."
You finished the eyebrow, pressing a butterfly bandage over the cut before then stepping back to survey your work. His lip was patched, the bandage above his eye was secure, and you'd wiped away most of the blood from his face. He still looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a truck, but at least now he looked like a clean person who'd gone ten rounds with a truck.
"There," you said, dropping the supplies back into the first aid kit and positioning yourself to step away. "You'll live."
"That's it? No bedside manner? No sweet nothings?" His hands on your waist tightened just a fraction, a whisper of him not wanting you to leave just yet.
"You're on my bathroom counter—that's not a bed, and I don't do sweet nothings."
"Liar." His hands tugged you closer, his thumbs tracing circles against your hip bones. "You're the sweetest person I know, you just pretend to be tough."
"I'm not pretending."
"If that’s what you say, baby."
You glared at him. He beamed back, split lip and all.
"Kiss it better?" He asked, tilting his chin up, his eyes going soft and hopeful.
"Absolutely not. You have an open wound on your lip."
"So?"
"So I'm not kissing you while you're leaking blood."
“But you fixed me up!” James whined like a child, attempting to pull you even closer with his hands.
“Baby, it will do you no good. In fact, it will probably make it hurt more.”
Your reasoning fell on deaf ears
He tugged you forward until you stumbled against him, your palms bracing against his chest to keep yousrelf from crushing his ribs. The heat of his skin seeped through his shirt onto your fingers, and you could feel his heart hammering beneath your touch. He was still running on adrenaline—you realised, still wired from the fight that ended only an hour ago.
"James—"
"Please?" His voice dropped, all the playfulness bleeding out of it. "Just one. I don't care if it hurts."
Your eyes scanned his face, your internal battle holding little power over how he was gazing so desperately at you. You noticed the butterfly bandage above his eyebrow was already starting to curl at the edges from the sweat on his skin, and you reached your thumb up to gently press it back onto his skin.
"You're such a doofus," you whispered.
"I know."
"You're reckless and stupid and you just appear at my place all bashed up like it's nothing."
"I know."
"And you think you can just—bat your eyelashes and get whatever you want."
"Is it working?"
You hated that it was.
"Close your eyes," you said and he instantly followed your orders, a slight smirk appearing as he did so.
You leaned in, so close that your lips were barely a breath away from his. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the smell of the antiseptic mingling with the copper of his blood flooding your senses. He stayed perfectly still, waiting, his eyelashes fanned against his bruised cheeks.
Then gradually you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, right where the skin was still intact. A soft, featherlight kiss that barely lasted a second before you pulled back.
He exhaled shakily.
"Was that supposed to be the kiss?" He asked, eyes still closed and lips beginning to form a grumpy pout.
"You asked for one kiss, I gave you one."
"That was a cheek kiss."
"Technically, it was the corner of your mouth. That's close enough."
He opened his eyes, and the look he gave you was equal parts exasperated and adoring. "Baby, you're killing me."
"Good. Maybe next time you'll think twice before getting your face punched in."
"Not a chance."
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, and James used that moment when you were slightly distracted to loop his arm around your back and pull you straight into him.
You let out a small yelp as your body collided with his, your hands flying up to brace against his shoulders. His grip was firm around your waist, anchoring you in place between his thighs, and his face was suddenly right there, inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips.
"James—"
"Shh." His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and there was something intense flickering beneath the usual playful bravado. "Just let me have this."
"Have what?"
"You here, patching me up and looking at me like I'm worth fixing."
Your throat tightened at his words. "You are worth fixing."
"Am I?"
"You're an idiot, James. A reckless, stupid, beautiful idiot who shows up at my door bleeding and expects me to kiss it better." You cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing over his uninjured cheek. "But you're my idiot, and I'll always patch you up—I'll always be here."
He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for the lie.
"Pretty girl," he breathed after a moment.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"But my lip—"
"You wanted it, now you've got it."
His grin was wolfish, even with the split lip. "Yes, ma'am."
He leaned forward just slightly and his lips were quick to meet yours.
It was soft at first, mindful of the wound, his lips gentle against yours. But then you melted into him, your fingers threading into his hair with your weight shifting onto him gently, and something in him seemed to break. He kissed you deeper, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head, the other pressing you flush against him whilst tracing the very curve of your spine.
When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed, a stupid, dopey grin on his face.
“Did it hurt?” You finally ask, eyes scanning his features for any hint of pain.
"Mhmm," he answered, not even bothering to open his eyes, that lovesick smile still resting on his lips.
You smacked his arm in response.
"Ow—ow!" His eyes flew open, his hand coming up to rub the spot you'd hit. "What was that for?!"
"You said it hurt! I was leaning on your ribs!"
"Not like that!" He pouted, looking genuinely offended. "I meant the kiss, pretty girl. But the kiss was worth the pain. Not worth—" he gestured vaguely at his arm, "—whatever that was."
"Consider it payback for scaring me half to death showing up like this."
"Payback?" He gaped at you. "I'm injured! I'm a wounded man! And you just—" he made a smacking motion with his hand, "—assaulted me!"
"You're fine."
"I am not fine. I'm fragile, delicate, bruised and battered—"
"James."
"—and my own girlfriend is attacking me—"
"I'm not your girlfriend."
He paused mid-whine, his head tilting in mild confusion. "You're not?"
"We've never talked about it."
"Well, I'm talking about it now." He grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him again, his grin returning full force despite the split lip. "You're my girlfriend. You patch me up, you kiss me better, you let me sleep in your bed—"
"You invite yourself."
"—and you smack me when I'm being annoying. That's girlfriend behaviour."
"That's exasperated behaviour."
"Same thing." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth. "Girlfriend."
"James—"
"Girlfriend." Another kiss, this one to your forehead. "My pretty girl."
"Stop—"
"Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend—"
You smacked his arm again, causing him to immediately halt his movements.
"Ow! Okay, okay!" He laughed, wincing as the movement pulled at his ribs. "I'll stop. For now."
"Thank you."
"But only because you're my girlfriend now, and I'm a gentleman."
You sighed, shaking your head. "You're impossible."
"Whatever you say." He grinned, utterly unrepentant. "Girlfriend."
"James."
"What? I'm just stating facts." He pressed another kiss to your cheek, quick and playful. "You're my girlfriend. I'm your boyfriend. We're a thing. A couple. An item. Partners in crime—"
"We're not partners in crime. I don't commit crimes."
"You patch up a criminal, that's accessory after the fact."
You stared at him. "Did you just—"
"Legal jargon." He winked. "I'm full of surprises."
"You're full of something, that's for sure."
"Romance. I'm full of romance." He pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your lower back. "And you love it."
"I tolerate it."
"Same thing."
"It's really not."
"Sure, baby, sure."
You glared at him, and that seemed to only make his grin widen further before you stepped out from between his legs, moving to stand in front of the counter beside him as you organised your first aid box.
"You can ask me to be your girlfriend when you're not bleeding onto my bathroom floor," you said, not looking at him as you neatly arranged the bandages and antiseptic.
The silence that followed was unusual. You glanced briefly over to find him staring at you, his expression caught somewhere between surprised and hopeful.
"Wait," he said slowly. "Really?"
You shrugged, snapping your eyes back to the first aid kit. "Maybe if you ask nicely, and if you're not covered in blood."
"And bruises?"
"You'll always have bruises."
"Fair point." He was quiet for a moment, and you could practically feel him scheming behind you. "So you're saying there's a chance?"
"I'm saying you should probably focus on healing first."
"I can multitask."
"James."
“Fine, fine.” He grumbled, but his eyes fell back onto your figure and you failed to notice how they softened before he mumbled to himself.
“Pretty girl. Gonna make you mine.”
“Did you just say something?” Your gaze fell back on him as he just shook his head innocently, feigning surprise and absolute confusion, not realising that you had in fact heard him and it was taking everything in you to suppress the blush that was creeping up your cheeks
You returned back to organising the first aid kit, fingers fumbling with the bandages as you tried to compose yourself. Behind you, you could hear him shifting on the counter, the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted his position.
You could feel his eyes on you. They always found you, no matter where you were in the room: tracking your movements, cataloguing every small gesture, and even though you refused to turn around, you knew exactly what expression he was wearing. That soft, adoring look that made your stomach flip and your heart stutter.
Your fingers brushed against the antiseptic bottle, and you found yourself smiling despite everything that had happened tonight: the blood on his knuckles, the bruises blooming across his ribs that he had managed to keep hidden from you, the fact that he'd shown up at your door at midnight, broken and reckless and so achingly him.
He was going to ask you eventually, properly, with no blood involved, and likely partnered with flowers and a dinner because he was dramatic like that.
And you knew, with absolute certainty, that you were going to say yes.
You pressed your lips together, fighting the grin threatening to break across your face. The blush had reached your cheeks now, warm and undeniable, and you knew he could see it and was probably grinning like an idiot behind you.
You finally turned, a retort ready on your lips, but the words died in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you so softly, like you were the only thing in the world worth seeing. His hand reached out, catching yours and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
You moved to step back between his legs, and his hands found your waist immediately, pulling you close. You pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath your lips, his hand moving to cup the back of your head once more whilst he gently pulled you into a hug.
You realised with startling clarity in that moment—with his arms around you and his warmth seeping into your skin—that you were completely, and utterly done for.
Synopsis : Cortis members as your boyfriend reacting to receiving a “she’s busy bro” text from your number!!
Pairing : ot5 cortis x fem!reader
Warnings : none!!
Notes : this concept is kinda funny and I thought using it with cortis could make for a fun little filler post, I’m preparing to write and release some more well prepared fics, but until then I’ll post these more silly ones. I love making ot5 content so much, especially in this format!! :)
SYNOPSIS without you by his side, your poor boyfriend has no idea how to function.
james:
juhoon:
martin:
seonghyeon:
keonho:
💬..sory this seems so rushed i had to post something LOL BUT GREENGREEN IS OUT BROOOOOOO WASSUP IS SOOO GOOD AND ACAI as expected .. didnt think they would do a full eng song But blue lips is still soso good and im so excited for that mv😋streamed tnt at school the whole day then me n my friend r going out on friday to buy the target albums Yipee Wooohoooo
sory im still editing my jju fic but itll come out soon i just needa finish exams and do my job interviewif u guys have any requests pls comment or use the ask button ive lowk been stumped af😪
❧SUMMARY: little setlist of headcanons on how would James be during your intimate moments.
❧CONTAIN: MDNI, graphic content, smut.
❧A/N: I haven’t seen anyone doing the NSFW alphabet for James yet, so I guess I’ll do it :)) also lmk if you wanna be added to my tag list. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy !!
⚠︎ this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only, and is just based on my assumptions.
Masterlist
Aftercare: what he does after making love.
James would be so sweet afterward, he would caress you, clean you up and then he’s definitely ordering some takeout food for you two, and just spend the rest of the day together chilling, and watching some random podcast while cuddling.
Body part: his favorite part of his partner’s
I think james would be really drawn to hands. Like he’d find something almost poetic in them like the way they move, all the small details and how intimate it is to simply hold them.
I won’t be surprised if he’d find necks sensual and simply comforting too, essentially if he’s burying his face there, feeling the warmth of his partner.
Dirty secret: little dirty secret of him.
One time, you were making out so sloppily that some spit dripped down your chins, he gently brought his thumb to wipe it off from you, but you caught it up in your mouth, slowly sucking on his thumb while looking into his eyes. He was so mesmerized by you that he came into his boxer, causing you to chuckle by how a “meaningless” action can make someone THAT weak.
Experience: how much experienced he has.
I don’t think he’d be that experienced, maybe he had a girlfriend at some point, shared a few kisses at parties and had his fair share of crushes ESPECIALLY during that little “break” after the trainee A project got cancelled.
Favorite position: you get where it goes.
i can totally see him LOOOVING lotus, like having you on his lap, bodies completely pressed against each others, his hand on your hips guiding your movement while having a slow, heated make out session.
I think he’d like missionary too, I mean it’s intimate and the closest you can get to someone so yeah.
Goofiness: is he totally serious during it or crack some jokes.
I’m sure he’d make awkward jokes during it or mostly while foreplaying. You guys can switch off from silliness to being completely serious in a minute.
Hairs: is this guy bushed or shaved to clean.
To be honest, I think it’s pretty clean maybe trimmed or something but clearly not bushy and all.
Intimacy: how is he during it.
He would be soo attentive to you, he’d reassure and make sure you’re okay the whole time, especially if you’re feeling stressed. I think he’s a vanilla person who cherish and worship his partner. BUT sometimes it can turns completely raw, he can be rough if you’re both feeling it, he would still check on you even in the heat of the moment though.
Jack-off: is he active with himself ?.
In my opinion, It’s lowkey hard to jack off when you’re living in a dorm with 4 other guys and a manager who’s constantly here, so I would say when there’s a day off, and all his team is out in their hometowns, he would yk have a little seance with himself, but if he’s reallyyyy feeling it, a little trip to the shower would heal him, cause who’s gonna bother him there ?
Kink: what kink he’s into.
HEAR ME OUT, food play !! We all know his love for food so i won’t be surprised it he’d come up to you with chocolate, honey or even whipped cream and just spread it all over your bodies and then gently lick each other’s off, I think he’d be pretty into it cuz what’s better than making love and eating ? Mixing both !!
Location: favorite place to do it.
Honestly I don’t think he would risk it since he’s an idol, cause just getting caught breathing near a girl would demolish his career already, so yeah maybe a sneaky link in his hotel room or his dorm when no one is around during his day off is a safer option.
Motivation: what turns him on.
If you guys are watching a movie and an intimate scene pop out, he would start imagining you both and that would turn him on so badly, that’s one of the reasons why you barely finished a whole movie since you’re together.
No: something he wouldn’t do/not into.
Anything that could hurt you both like bloodplay, extreme bondage, bdsm or doing it on your period or some stuff like that.
Oral: is he only a munch or like to receive too?
He loves eating you out, but he lowkey prefer receiving. The view of you on your knees, mouth wrapped around him makes him soo weak, so I would say he’s more of a receiver.
Pace: is he more sensual, rough or maybe fast?
Depends on his mood, but he would alternate between fast and slow, James loves to have an unpredictable pace just to surprise you and add more heat to the feast.
Quickies: how often does he go for it.
I don’t think you’d have that much time to have quickies. And even so, James would rather build the tension by being patient and having you to himself for the whole day/night instead.
Stamina: how many rounds can he go for and how long they last.
I think he has a good stamina but since he has a really busy schedule full of dancing, traveling and stuff he can be really exhausted sometimes, which causes him to last two or more if he’s really into it.
Toys: does he owns toys and use them?
I don’t think he’d be agaisnt using toys, maybe he’d like to try it on you to add some stimulation, like using a vibrator while eating you out.
Unfair: how much he likes to tease.
He loveees to tease but also like to be teased. He says he hates being bossed around but when you do, he would find it incredibly hot. Also he knows you go crazy when he’s sweaty on stage so when he comes out, he would wink at you in that fuckass damp shirt clinging to his skin.
Volume: how loud he is, is he vocal or not?
Boyyyy he’s a whimperer for suree, he won’t be too noisy but not completely silent. I think he’s pretty okayy, you will certainly hear some breathes, curses, PRAISESSSS. Don’t worry !!
Wild card: random headcanon of James.
I saw a lot of people saying he’s more of a munch but hot takes, he LOVEEES FINGERINNNNNGGG, he knows his hands and arms are the weakness of many girls and so is yours. So when he fingers you he knows you’re having the best time of your life, and little bonus he likes to suck his fingers off, coated in your wetness afterward.
X-ray: well.. let’s see what’s going on under those pants.
I think he’s average maybe 6-7in (don’t start) so like 15-17cm. Since his arms are pretty veiny I’m gonna go with the fact he’s super veiny down there too.
Yearning: how high is his sex drive?
I think he’s pretty raisonable, he’s not horny 24/24, he has his little moments but he won’t be a hungry bear all the time.
Zzzzz: how quickly does he fall asleep afterward.
James would pass out during the aftercare, with you nuzzled up in his arms, feeling the warmth of your body, playing gently with your fingers.
