𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.
alysa liu x female reader
warnings: not proofread, suggestive content
now playing: bad idea! by girl in red
The wind blows your hair slightly, the weather is fresh and the view of the nature around you two is beautiful. You can hear the sound of the breeze on the trees, birds chipping and some conversations in distance.
The park is more empty today, excusing two or three groups of people walking around the area and making picnics. You and Alysa were chilling like usual, this was your spot to forget about everything else and just exist together. And your mind was fully blank until a phrase ripped you out of your relaxed state.
“I can do yours too” Alysa said casually, causing you to choke on your drink.
Sure you mentioned wanting a navel piecing for the longest time but you had no idea she was going to offer doing it. The idea of your best friend Alysa doing your navel piercing, most importantly, you without a shirt in a closed space with the girl you’ve had a crush for ages, is a bad idea, to say the least. Your posture was no longer relaxed and you could feel tension building upon your shoulders.
You swallowed more drink to hide the choke.
“I mean..” you said, smiling nervously, looking everywhere except her eyes, trying to think of an excuse.
“You’ve only done yours until now, how can you be so sure it’ll work ou-“
“No.” She cuts you. “I’ve done my smiley, two on my ears and i’ve done some of my friends, you can trust me and I thought you already knew that.” She tilts her head slightly in confusion as she takes a sip of her drink.
Of course you already knew that, awful excuse.
“I’m just… scared it’ll hurt”
Maybe that’ll do it. You wanted to make yourself believe it, but you know damn well when Alysa puts something on her head, nothing or no one will take her out of it.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt then.” She replies, sitting closer to you, resting a hand on your thigh and the casuality of the movement makes your stomach tighten.
At every inch she got closer, the weather seemed to get hotter and the fresh breeze you felt moments ago had seem to vanish, replaced by a wave of nerves.
“Come on, let me do it. It’ll be fine, I promise! I will be careful so I won’t hurt you. You can take it, I’m sure”
She stated with a smile like it was no big deal. You wish you could convince your heart the same thing, because you could swear it could jump right off your mouth with how fast it was beating now.
But you knew better than try to convince Alysa otherwise, so you just gave in:
“Okay. I’ll let you do it.” you threw your hands up in a sign of surrender.
“Yes! It’ll look so good I promise” She replies excited, and all you can do is nod and hide a shaky breath.
Some snacks later, you decide it’s time to leave and you both head to Alysa’s house to do the piercing because you didn’t have the courage to say no to the piercer. You blame her beautiful face.
“I’ll just get changed real quick” She said before going into the bathroom.
You sit on her bed hesitant, your mind wandering if there’s still a way to get out of this but all of your thoughts get interrupted as she leaves the bathroom in a tank top that shows all the muscles on her arms, and her back tattoo. Last thing you needed right now, amazing.
She gets closer to you, grabbing a nightstand and placing needles, alcohol and the jewelry. As she put on gloves and sterilizes everything, she signs for you to get your shirt off. You’ve sure imagined this scenario a lot of times, just not for piercing the bellybutton.
“Not even a dinner before? I guess that’s just how things work nowadays” You joke, trying to ease the nerves that are taking hold of you but they just build up even more when you notice the way her eyes glue to your body when you take off your shirt.
“I can take you to a dinner after you’re even more cute looking with your new piercing.”
And you just laugh it off with a “Shut up” as you look down to hide the blush on your cheeks.
And after what, for you, felt like ages, she leans down. Alysa pretends to not notice the way you shiver under her touch when she uses a pen to mark the place the needle will go through.
Her touch is firm yet calm, calmness being everything you don’t feel right now. Her hands firming your hips on the mattress makes your body react in a way you wouldn’t like to admit out loud and you pray that she just thinks that the way you closed your thighs it’s because of the cold air conditioner.
What the fuck did you just get yourself into?
a/n: yall this is my first fic ever pls cut me some slack 🤞this was inspired by an interview where lysa says she did her own piercings and offers to do one for the interviewer LOL
also you can always dm me any constructive feedback, tysm for reading! you are so loved <3
