Song: "Whistle" - BLACKPINK

Stress Reliever - "Do you want to get out of here?"
Word Count: 1632
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We were at whatever social media convention this was, sitting in someone's hotel room, talking and laughing. The girls sitting around me were chatting about the latest gossip they heard. I, for one, was not interested about the topic in the least.

Mario sat across the room, talking to some of the other people in the room. My eyes fall upon him and his eyes meet mine. His eyes seemed slightly darker than usual, something that I would only take notice in and no one else.

I watch as his breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling in a fast manner at just the sight of me. Throughout the day Mario has been telling me about how stressed out he's been recently. Working on all his projects and dealing with rumors. This stress must correspond to the heated looks he's been giving me all night.

He stands and walks over to me, my eyes never leave his. The bed dips as he sits down next to me. My heart starts to beat faster. He pulls up the sleeve of my (read: his) sweatshirt, and starts tracing shapes and words on my forearm. Everyone knew we were best friends, so this was normal for them, to see us close to each other. They all thought they knew everything about our friendship. They didn't.

He rests one of his hands on my forearm and the other he uses to move a piece of hair away from my face and behind my ear.

"Do you want to get out of here," he whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine. I turn my head so I could see his face properly. He was giving me his normal expression for these kind of moments. Mouth slightly parted, cheeks just a little flushed, eyebrows arched. To anyone else he would look like he just asked me any simple question. For me, it was his eyes that were the telltale sign of what he was hinting at. Darkened and almost playful.

I didn't even need to think about my answer, I knew already that this is what I wanted. I nod my head, eagerly. Perhaps too eagerly. He chuckled a little and stood up, brushing his hand that had been resting on my forearm against mine. Just that slight touch was enough to make my hormones act up like crazy.

I follow close behind him as we leave the room. No one seemed to care or notice for that matter. He opens the door and gestures for me to go first. I walk out into the hallway, pulling down the sleeve to my sweatshirt. He closes the door behind him and looks down both directions of the hallway. Seeing that the coast was clear, he smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the elevators. I can't help but smile too, running to keep up with him.

He presses the button for the elevator and gives me the 'are you sure?' look. I looked directly in his eyes and gave him an expression that showed no doubt in my part. The elevator doors open and we walk inside.

I've always liked when Mario was stressed out because that was when things got interesting between us.

The second that the doors close, Mario kisses me intensely, letting any stress or energy release into the kiss. Placing his hands on my hips he pulls me closer to his body. I kiss back intensifying the moment. My hands start at his shoulders and work their way down his chest to untuck his shirt from his pants. His hands leave my waist and are placed on my forearms, bringing my hands back up to his chest. I move them up and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands go up and down my sides as one of mine goes through his hair.

The doors to the elevator begin to open, and Mario and I let go of each other, acting as if nothing happened. Some other social media people stood in the hallway. I walk out of the elevator and Mario rushes over to walk next to me. He gives a sideways glance and smirks. I smirk back as we pass the other people. He takes out his room key and starts to unlock what I assumed was his room. He pushes open the door and I walk in.

It was dark but lights outside the window lit up the room just enough. He locks the door and I kick off my shoes and take off my sweatshirt, revealing the tight tank top I was wearing underneath. I used to never wear tight or revealing clothing. It wasn't until we made this unspoken agreement that I started to wear this type of clothing just for him.

I looked out the window, admiring the city lights for a couple seconds. I feel arms wrap around my waist from behind me and his warm breath against my neck. He places kisses from my jaw to my collarbone. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I move my head and hair to the side, giving him more room. He continues to kiss along my shoulder, but brings his body right up against mine. I move my arm up and behind his neck, and then let it fall to my side.

He moves one of his hands to my collarbone, pulling the straps to my tank top and bra off my shoulder. I turn around and look up at him. A part of his hair had fallen over his eyes. I lift my hand up and pushed it off to the side. He watches my every move, intently. His eyes reflected the city lights coming from the window.

I kiss him gently on the lips. I slowly start unbuttoning his shirt. His hands move up and down my back underneath my tank top. With my eyes closed I can hear his heavy breathing, as we break the kiss. My hands on his semi-bare chest, I feel as it rises and falls as he breathes.

"You're so good," he mumbles between breaths, his lips brushing against my ear. I chuckle lightly. "I try," I breath out. I take a step backwards as he pushes me towards that direction. I keep backing up till my back hits the wall. I kiss down his jawline to his neck. I shift my weight to one leg as he moves his hand from my back to my leg, lifting it up to his waist. I feel myself being pushed farther up the wall. Once I feel that he's has me, I lift my other leg and wrap it around him.

He backs up, away from the wall, with me in his grasp. I held his face in my hands, kissing his lips. He sets me down on the bed gently, instead of throwing me down like some may think would happen in an arrangement like this. I sat there, leaning back on my hands, as he took a couple steps back. His facial features darken due to the lack of lighting. My heart beating faster and faster by the second. He swiftly pulls off his already unbuttoned shirt and throws it to the floor.

I could remember when he used to be so self conscious, he would have never done something like that. I guess he doesn't have to hide stuff like that from me anymore. Just like I don't have to hide stuff like that from him.

I cross my arms and hold each side of my tank top. Pulling it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor just like him. We both stare each other down and wait to see who will make the next move. It ends up being him as he walks up to me. I look up at him. He leans forward, instinctively I lay back. His hands at either side of my shoulders. He, in a teasing manner, leans closer and closer as he hovers over me.

Impatiently, I reach up and push my hands through his hair. He leans down further so that our faces were a  mere centimeter apart. I move my hands down to his shoulders. He closes the gap, kissing my lips aggressively. I slide my hands down his chest. He kissed down from my neck to my collarbone, going down closer to my bra. His hands move towards my sides, moving up. The tips of his fingers slightly underneath the underwire of my bra. He brings his lips back to mine, he places one last gentle kiss.

He gets up and sits on the bed. I sit back up and look at him, trying to figure out what he's thinking about. He stares off into the distance. After a minute his eyes land on me, a small smile playing on his lips. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. I place my head near his collarbone, resting my forehead on his neck.

I know this isn't love. I know he doesn't love me. He uses me, but I'm okay with it. I feel like I shouldn't. But Mario isn't a bad person. He's kind and gentle. I know he cares even if it isn't love. And I care about him.

No one sees this side of our relationship. No one knows. This was our secret, and nothing was going to change that.

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(A/N: This is the first time that I try something like this. Please tell me what you think. I don't want to write smut, but I'm okay with writing stuff like this: descriptive but not explicit)