Martin Garrix Imagines

Stressed out

Your POV:
*Amsterdam, Wednesday, 01:34 am*

Putting your toothbrush back in the mug you take one last glance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
Looking forward to cuddling with Martin you walk to your bedroom, to your surprise you don't find him there.
"Martijn? Babe where are you?", you call out, but don't get an answer.
Yawning you walk to the living room to see, if he's still watching TV. Also there you don't find him. Thinking about where he might be, the idea comes up to your mind, that he might be in his home studio.
Leaving the living room you make your way to the room where Martin uses to produce music. Silently you enter the dimly lit room, once you are close enough to Martin your attention gets caught by a buch of screwed up papers scattered all over the ground.

"Why does it look like a mess here?", you wonder scanning the messy floor.
"Leave me alone.", Martin answers in a pissed tone, not even bothering to turn around to look at you.
"I don't want to leave you alone now. I actually wanted to ask you, if you want to come with me to bed?", you try to reject his cold words towards you.
"I can't, I have to work on this song...fuck.", he mutters and throws one more screwed up paper on the ground.
You pick the paper up and unfold it, what you read is a paragraph which should be part of a lyrics.
"You are working on a new song right?", you ask and get closer to him.
"Y/N, I just don't know how to go on. My managment wants a new song until next week and I have no idea what to do.", he finally reveals what's bothering him.
"Did you already produce a melody?", you ask putting your hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah, but it's not completely finished yet. And I still have to write the whole lyrics. I feel like I can't do anything at all."
"I know how you feel, this is what I sometimes think when I learn for university. If I was you I would just quit it for today and continue working tomorrow."
"But I don't have much time left. I have to use every minute I have now.", he says and buries his head in his hands.
"Martijn, don't put so much pressure on yourself. You've been constantly working the last few days, you also need some time to rest. I am sure you'll have more inspiration tomorrow. Finish it for today and come with me.", you speak while massaging his shoulders.
"Maybe you're right. I will continue tomorrow.", he answers after a while and turns the computer off. Before leaving the studio you help him picking the papers up and throwing them away. Once you have cleaned the mess you leave the studio.

"I'm going to take a shower.", Martin announces as you walk through the hallway to your bedroom.
"Okay, take your time. I won't fall asleep.", you promise him before you continue your way. Reaching your bed you cover yourself with a fluffy white blanket.
For a while you just lay there watching the snapchat stories your friends made.
The scent of male shower gel reaches your nose as you feel Martin laying down next to you. Putting your phone away you turn around to face Martin, who has his eyes closed. Gently you run your fingers through Martin's hair, just the slightest touch makes his blue eyes already meet yours.
Trying to cheer him up you flash him a small smile, you view the storm in his eyes gradually disappearing.
"Lay on your stomach.", you tell him.
"Why?", he wants to know giving you a confused smile.
"Just do it.", you reply and get up in a sitting position.
"Well, if you say so.", he states and turns around, laying down on his stomach.
Trying not to hurt him you bend over him and start massaging his shoulders.
"This is so good, do it a little bit harder.", Martin tells, his voice sounding more relaxed than before.
"Like that?", you wonder as you try to massage him the way he wants to.
"Yeah, please continue.", he breathes.
"Just close your eyes and relax.", you whisper in his ear and continue massaging his shoulders.

You watch a smile forming on Martin's lips, you can't resist it but smile as well. You hate it to see him being stressed, that's why you try to stop him from thinking about work.
"You could do that more often.", Martin speaks after a while, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.
"Is it really that good? I've actually never done that on somebody before.", you chuckle.
"You better have never done that on some other dude before.", he coldly replies raising his brow.
"You're stupid.", you smile slapping him slightly.
Your eyes view Martin turning around to lay on his back again, you still on top of him.
His hands wander to your waist, making the warmth rush through your body.
"Is it wrong, if I want to have you for myself?", he speaks locking eye contact with you.
"As long as you're not a control freak.", you reply with a smile getting closer to his face.
"I am not a-", you interrupt him from discussing by planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I am all yours.", you reassure him and peck his lips, you can feel a smile curling on his lips as your lips touch each other.
The feeling of lust rises inside of you as your lips are connected with Martin's ones.
Slowly you trail your way down, your lips brushing his manly defined jawline.
Martin's rapid breath sounds in your head as you plant several soft kisses on his neck, his grip around your waist tightens at the pleasant feeling.

"Y/N?", Martin aspirates, excitement appearing in his voice.
"Thank you for making me feel better.", he smiles and gently pulls you up to him.
"No need to thank me, that's all I-", you can't even finish your sentence and Martin's lips are already pressed against yours.
Happily you close your eyes and enjoy the love you give to each other.
Slowly you feel the butterflies spreading their wings in your stomach, once again.
Those little things always remind you of why you fell in love with Martin.