Lesaro X Female Reader

Ch 4: "Lace Me Up!"

October 14, 2017

Your POV
After waking up, I got into my favorite outfit so I could impress Lesaro. It's a black tank top, a long-sleeved black shirt, lace up pants, and lace up boots.
These are the things you wore:

The outfit also includes a corset but tying the laces on my own is hard so I went outside in just my flip-flops, that black shirt, and sweatpants to ask Lesaro for help. My plan was to act like a damsel in distress to get his attention. Men back in the 1700s were suckers for that and men today are still suckers for that. "Lesaro? I was going to wear a corset as part of my outfit today, but I don't know how to tie the laces. Will you help me?" I asked, batting my eyes at him. "Sure. Anything for you" he said. We walked back to my penthouse and I led him to my bedroom where the corset was located. "Capitán was right, you are a lace girl" he said. "I was raised on it by my dad. Lace me up!" I chuckled. "Ok, how tight do you want it?" he asked. I looked at him. "As tight as you can make it" I answered. "Suit yourself" Lesaro shrugged as he got the corset over my head and arms and began tying the laces. But apparently, as I learned later, it was Lesaro's first time lacing up a corset so he had to call in Armando, Santos, and Moss to come help him. So here's how it went, Lesaro pulled the laces, Armando pulled Lesaro, Santos pulled Armando, and Moss pulled Santos all to get the laces on my corset as tight as physically possible. I first started wearing corsets when I was 5 years old, the way I know that the laces are done being tightened is when I can barley breathe. So when I started getting that feeling in my chest, I told the guys to stop. I took a few deep breaths as I sat on my bed and got my lace up pants and lace up boots on. "How can you do this all the time? Women in our time couldn't survive what you're doing for an hour, let alone a day" asked Armando. "Simple. You practice. You wear loose corsets then you work your way up to tighter corsets. I've been doing this since I was 5" I told them. And I gotta tell ya, the looks on the crew's faces, they were priceless. After getting the rest of my outfit, I threw on a long-sleeved black shirt to cover the corset. When it was complete and when the afternoon came, we decided to head to the mall and grab some lunch. Typically if you're wearing a tight piece of clothing around your chest, it might be hard to breathe. But not me. I'm either having difficulty breathing, or sometimes I'll forget that I'm even wearing a corset. And this was one of those times when it was difficult to breathe. While munching on orange chicken and rice from Yin Yang's Restaurant, a guy I knew all too well came up to us. "Hey, Y/N, these your new friends?" he asked in his usual mean voice. "(Sigh) Hey, Tyler. (Pant) What do you want?" I asked. I may've been putting up a brave face, but man was I freaking out inside, and that fear was just making my corset feel tighter. "I want us to get back together" he answered while playing with my hair. I smacked his hand and told him to go away. I should've known better than to do that cause he grabbed my hair violently. "Look at me!" he yelled. "Stop, you're hurting me!" I yelled back. "HEY!" I heard a voice scream.