Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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Previously: Mel finished her showtime in which happened something quite weird and creepy. She went backstage to let Martin perform and saw that Felix had returned

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"It's been a long time," he chuckled, licking his lips.
I looked at him up and down, really looking at him for the first time since we met. I had to give him that; he was pretty hot. He was wearing a white muscle tee with a red bandana in his hair, making the brownish tone of his hair seem lighter. His skin was tan and his eyes were dark, his teeth were white and straight, he was basically really attractive. You could tell by how messy his hair was, by what he was wearing and how dirty his shoes were that he had just been raving.

"Yeah, it's been like 3 months," I replied, nonchalantly, looking around with my hands deeply dug the back pockets of my shorts.

"Well, you weren't an international celebrity when I met you," he smirked, slightly tilting his head to the right, "This happened so fucking fast,"

"I know, I still can't believe it," I responded awkwardly, not sure of how to react at the fact that we somehow met again here. "Wait, how are you backstage?" I continued, realization suddenly hitting me that he got backstage.

"Oh, Karen's my mother,"

"My manager is your mother?" I replied, almost with an expression of disgust, although I was more surprised than anything.

"Yeah, small world, isn't it?" he chuckled, slightly leaning forward, his hands making his way down his pockets.

Too small.

"So what brings you here exactly?"

"I love to rave, Ultra is pretty much my favorite music festival,"

"I meant backstage, what are you doing backstage?" I replied, chuckling.

"I wanted to come and say hi, I saw what happened and I wanted to make sure your were okay. It was pretty fucked up,"
His mouth curved into an understanding smile, as if unsure of what to say. I appreciated his concern, but coming from a stranger, it felt weird.

"Yeah, it's some kind of sick joke, but you know, the perks of being famous,"

"Well, I'm not sure that has anything to do with being famous, I mean, RIP Melody? What kind of joke is that?"

"Yeah, whoever did that was probably just trying to scare me," I looked at my feet and tried to end the conversation there; talking about that with him made me feel uncomfortable.

"Well, that person is sick, that's for sure," he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck with one hand while the other hung by his side, "So, what's with you and Martin?"

"He's my boyfriend,"

"He is? Damn, I didn't know you guys were official," he replied with a slightly disappointed tone.

"Yep,"

"Well, he's a lucky guy, I hope he knows that," he replied, slowly heading back from where he came from.
With that being said, I simply smiled awkwardly in return and waved goodbye as he walked away further from me to eventually vanish out of my sight.

That was weird. Talking about how Martin is a lucky guy as if he actually knew me. We met in a resort and literally just bumped into each other and exchanged a conversation of about 3 words.
I shrugged it off and turned my head to Martin playing, and instantly found myself smiling at how much I loved him.
It was like every time I looked at him doing his thing, I was falling in love with him all over again. Just his existence made me happy. I had never experienced this feeling and if this was what love is, I wish a lot of it to everyone. He was my comfort zone, a heart beat and arms that felt like home.
I watched him having the time of his life, jumping up and down at the sound of his tracks coming through the gigantic speakers, smiling and laughing while communicating with the crowd in a way I had never seen any other artist do ever. It was as if he had been born for this, for this kind of life. He had it in him, it was in his blood.

After about an hour, Martin was done performing and day 1 of Ultra Miami was completed. He closed off the show perfectly, with fireworks and so many emotions compressed in series of sounds and noises combined to create the perfect song.

He waved goodbye and jumped off the stage, running his fingers through his messy hair while grabbing the water bottle some guy was handing him.
His eyes lit up as they landed on me and as a child spotting from afar his favorite candy, he walked my way with a grin from ear to ear as I waited for him with a shy smile and bright eyes. I didn't move, I simply watched him as his arms slowly opened to then finally feel his arms around me.
I leaned my head on his chest that was slightly humid due the hot temperature, but didn't mind it for some reason. He squeezed me a bit harder as I pressed my lips together restraining them from forming too big of a smile.

"Mel?" his raspy voice came from above my head, and I could feel the vibrations his voice created through his chest since leaning so closely on him.
I had never felt safer and I had never felt closer to him. Not only because I was literally against him, but because it was as if our hearts were beating as one for a single moment there, as if there were only the two of us in this world.

"Yes?" I replied, still in his arms. They were the most comfortable place someone could ever find themself in.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

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Our hotel room had been cleaned up, and right now nothing felt better than seeing our big fluffy bed standing in the middle of the gigantic and cozy suite we had.
My legs were sore since I had been standing and moving and dancing all day. My feet hurt and my shoes had caused so much friction and irritation to the back of my feet I probably had a ton of blisters. My entire body was aching and felt tired; it screamed for me to jump under the covers and close my eyes for a deep and long sleep.
I felt dirty and my hair was a mess, but the shower was too much of an effort for me right now.

"Do you want to take a shower or can I just go in first? Or should we just go in together?" he asked, grinning innocently, closing our hotel room door as he approached the couch I was sitting on.

I hesitated and although I was tired, taking a shower with him sounded pretty good right now, even though he was probably messing around.
I stood up from the couch ans started stripping down of my outfit while closing the bathtoom door with a slight smirk on my face and a last thrown glance at Martin. He could either see this as an invitation to come with me or as a sign that I wanted to shower first.

I turned on the shower and felt the hot water hit my skin and slide along the curves of my body. A few moments later, I felt hands resting on my hips and then wrap themselves around my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I turned around in his grip and smiled at Martin who now had water dripping down his hair into his face. He gave me a quick kiss before pushing me a bit further so that my back was leaning on the wall behind me. He pressed his lips against mine and put his hands on both sides of my face while mine grabbed his. He went down to my neck leaving soft kisses down my jawline and into the curve of my neck. The water was hot enough to create steam around both of us, and as much as I would have enjoyed hot steamy sex (my bad) I was way too tired. I almost failed resisting my urge to sleep as Martin hit that spot in my neck which makes me weak.

"I gotta calm down," Martin chuckled against my neck.

"I love you," he said before planting a small kiss on my lips and stepping outside the shower, letting me gain back my privacy.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling at myself as I leaned down to grab the shampoo bottle.

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updated from costa rica 🌱
if you don't like "graphic" scenes i suggest you skip the next chapter or so, i dont know which one yet but i'll make a note at the top of the page.
It won't be like reading porn because no but it will still be graphic vocabulary and all so yeah just pointing that out.
Love you all
-V