✿ ── Put Your Head On My Shoulder ( mep)
playing ( I wanna be yours ) ── martin tries to stay focused, but a tiktok trend turns into endless giggles and kisses.
info ⊹ ࣪ ˖ fluff + sweet kisses + skinship + established relationship + martin edwards park × fem!reader
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The ring light was glaring at me from across the living room.
My phone was propped against a stack of thick art books on the coffee table. The camera was rolling, capturing the exact angle of the sofa.
I checked my reflection in the dark phone screen.
Perfect.
"Tinnn!" I yelled toward the hallway.
"Stop making beats for five seconds! We need to film a trend!"
A faint groan echoed from the small studio room down the hall. A second later, the bedroom door creaked open. Martin shuffled into the living room, wearing an oversized black hoodie, messy post-studio hair, and headphones dangling lazily around his neck.
He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the bright ring light.
"Babe, it's two in the morning. What trend are we doing now? Is this another one of those where I have to eat weird gummy bears?"
"Nahhh not at all,"
I laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down onto the couch right in front of the camera.
"Ok now quiet, sit right there and do not move."
Martin blinked, looking at the phone screen, then back at me.
"Okayy... am I in trouble? Did I forget an anniversary?"
"Shut up and just listen," I giggled, positioning myself directly behind him.
"Oh,"
Martin grinned, his face instantly lighting up with that goofy, heart-melting smile he always gets when he realizes we're about to do something playful.
"We're doing the hug trend. The clingy one."
"Exactly," I said.
I leaned over his back, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders. I buried my face right into the crook of his neck, pressing my cheek against his soft hoodie.
Martin immediately let out a loud, dramatic sigh of relief, leaning his head back against my shoulder.
"Okay, action," I whispered.
"Wait," Martin said, turning his head slightly so his nose brushed my cheek.
"Are we allowed to talk, or do I just sit here looking like a victim?"
"You're not a victim, you're a handsome prop," I teased.
"Rude." He chuckled, a deep, warm rumble that vibrated right through his chest against my arms.
"My back hurts from writing basslines all day, and now my girlfriend is treating me like a weighted blanket."
"A weighted blanket that gives you free kisses," I murmured.
Without missing a beat, I pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against his jawline.
Martin’s eyes fluttered shut. His shoulders instantly melted down.
"Okay," he whispered, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"That perk makes the abuse worth it."
"Be quiet, we're filming."
"I am quiet! I'm the quietest boyfriend in Seoul."
"You literally never stop talking."
"That is slander."
He tried to turn his head to argue further, but I caught him mid-turn, planting a quick, playful kiss straight on his lips.
Martin froze for half a second. Then, his eyes twinkled. He completely forgot about the camera, about the tripod, about the trend. His hands came up, wrapping securely around my wrists to lock me in place.
"Oh, so we're playing dirty now?" he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone.
"I'm just following the script," I whispered back against his mouth.
"There was no script," he laughed softly, leaning in for another kiss.
This one wasn't a quick peck. It was warm, sweet, and slow, tasting faintly of the mint gum he'd chewed earlier.
The ring light casts a soft glow over our shoulders. On the phone screen, you could see the exact moment Martin completely gave up on looking cool for TikTok. He turned fully around on the couch, ignoring the camera frame entirely, and pulled me onto his lap.
"Martin, the framing!" I gasped between laughs.
"We're out of the shot!"
"Who cares about the shot?" he mumbled against my neck, peppering light, ticklish kisses all along my jawline, making me squirm and giggle uncontrollably.
"My girlfriend is ignoring me. I have to rectify the situation."
"I wasn't ignoring you, I was filming!"
"Same thing."
He wrapped both arms securely around my waist, burying his face in my hair. I could feel him smiling against my collarbone.
"You're warm," he mumbled, his voice muffled by his big t-shirt you were wearing.
"You're a heater."
"True."
He shifted slightly, adjusting us so we were both comfortably tangled together on the couch, half-leaning toward the floor where the camera was still blinking its little red recording light.
"Should we check if it recorded?" I asked, looking down at the phone.
"No," Martin said instantly, tightening his grip around me so I couldn't move away.
"Let it record. Let the whole fandom see how chaotic we are."
"They already know."
"Good."
He looked up at me, his dark eyes soft and affectionate under the studio lighting. All the playful teasing faded away for a second, replaced by that quiet, genuine sweetness that made my heart do a little flip every single time.
"You know," he murmured, reaching up with one hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, "you look really pretty when you try to boss me around."
"I'm always bossing you around."
"And I love every second of it."
He leaned up and pressed one final, lingering kiss to my lips, slow and tender, making everything around us just fade away.
"Okay," I whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him.
"We have to stop or the video is going to be twenty minutes long of us just cuddling."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Martin grinned.
"It's a wrap."
I reached down, tapped the stop button on the phone screen, and tossed it onto the couch cushions.
Martin didn't let go of me. He just dragged me down with him onto the pillows, pulling the fuzzy blanket from the back of the sofa over both of our shoulders.
"Forget TikTok," he whispered into the dark living room, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
"Movie timeeee!!"
