Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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It's been a while. I'm such a productive writer wow. The past couple of months have been something, but i'm off college for summer now, so I'm back lovelies. Quite a few of you have probably given up on me but hey, I don't blame ya. 

Love u 

-V

EXPLICIT BTW this was a bit awkward for me to write but whatevs

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I stared at my reflexion in the steamy mirror for quite a moment, leaning on the marble counter with both of my hands. The image I was gazing at was blurred out by the steam created by the boiling hot shower I had just taken. The outlines of my face were smudged and the details of my skin were indistinct. 

Despite all of that, I could see in my own eyes the anxiety creeping up its way in my skin. My hands were slightly trembling and the towel tightly wrapped around my body felt like it was suffocating me. Martin was waiting right outside the door and I knew what was going to happen next. I wanted it to happen, I knew I was ready.

I just couldn't help being scared and having my doubts. 

I grabbed the doorknob in between my fingers and softly twisted it to step out of the bathroom. Martin was on the king bed of our room playing a game on his phone and I couldn't resist smiling foolishly at how focused he was. He looked so calm, so concentrated and so into his game of Clash of Clans that despite my attempt at keeping it in, my slight giggle came out of my mouth, making him turn around. His head snapped in my direction and his eyes lit up, his lips curved into a grin and he threw his phone on the bed, giving up on his game. 

He stood up from the bed to grab my hands, and this simple contact with him was enough to send shivers down my spine. The simple touch of our hands makes me feel like I'm in an elevator that's going down at full speed, or like I'm in a roller coaster that suddenly drops faster than the speed of light. It feels like my heart drops in my chest. His lips connected to mine in a matter of seconds and that was it, I was in a free fall with no bottom whatsoever. I was falling hard, in every way someone could possibly fall, metaphorically and literally. 

My body fell on the bed and he hovered me, both his arms on each side of my face. His hands travelled on my body and seemed to be covering every millimetre of my skin all at once, his breath was against my neck and I was in an eerie of bliss. I loved him. I really did. The way he made me feel was unreal, I felt like I was on drugs 24/7, like I was high or drunk in love. 

He left soft kisses on my neck and jawline and suddenly stopped, still on top of me. He looked at me with a soft smile and eyes filled with joy.

"What?" 

"Nothing, I just fucking love you," He replied, sending an electric wave throughout my entire body. 

I grabbed his collar and pulled him down so that I could kiss him, unable to form words to express and do justice to how I was feeling. I kissed him with all the words I was incapable of formulating, with all the feelings I couldn't explain nor understand; I kissed him with all the love my tiny body contained. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, the temptation was rising and unsurprisingly a pressure grew between my hips. Our kisses were deepening and intensifying, getting rougher and more impatient. They went from soft and loving to lustful in a matter of seconds, and I was getting impatient. 

I pulled him closer to me until there was no space between our two bodies, his breaths were accelerating so I could tell he was getting impatient as well.  

The temperature seemed to get higher, and I couldn't think straight. My bare skin touched his and even if I tried speaking, I knew I wouldn't be able to. He kissed my neck with all the passion in the world and before I knew it, I couldn't feel his lips on my skin anymore. 

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes," I exclaimed, a bit too fast and probably sounding a bit too needy, but I didn't care. He lightly chuckled and crashed his lips against mine.

I was gripping on the tips of his hair and pulling on a strand while the rate of my heart accelerated by the second. A wave of pleasure travelled my entire being in a heartbeat as I felt him entering my body. 

My hands went from his hair to the sheets of the bed as I couldn't help but squeeze something between my fingers. Ecstasy filled my every movement, my every vein and every single centimetre of my being. I couldn't think of anything, my mind was drunk, my thoughts were high on some drug and it felt like every cell in my body was shaking with pleasure. He held one of my hands down next to my face and kissed the curve of my neck as my legs began shaking like crazy. My lips were trembling and my heart was racing, it felt like everything was happening all at once and like sparks were exploding between my legs. 

My back slightly arched on his own and all the pleasure and bliss in the world exploded all at once, caressing every part of my body with all their strength. I exhaled and relaxed my muscles slowly, keeping my eyes closed to take in the abundance of feelings I had just experienced. He gave me one last kiss, soft this time, and rolled over to his side, replacing in a few movements the messed up sheets of our bed. 

His breathing gave the impression that he was out of breath, like he had just ran a marathon, making me smile.

"Mel, I am so fucking in love with you, it's insane." 

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LOL hope that wasn't too awkward cuz i cringed a lot while writing this i suck at sex scenes.

BTW I SAW MARTIN LAST NIGHT AT A FESTIVAL AND I WAS SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE TO HIM I LEGIT CRIED AND I THINK I HAD A EYE CONTACT WITH HIM IM BUYING MY WEDDING DRESS URE ALL INVITED TO MY WEDDING