Key on the String (m/f)(semi public)(light roughness)(light restraining)(reader x celeb insert)

(( Copy pasted from my AO3:: Celebs name changed for flexibility:: choose your fave celebrity))

If it were not for the vintage rug beneath your feet, your heels would clack loudly against the original hardwood, announcing your approach. You were nervous, after all, you’d been tasked with delivering the room key to a celebrity who was staying in the hotel and it wasn’t just any celebrity; it was your celebrity crush.

Once at the double doors you reach out and press your hand against the solid wood and push while your other hand turns the cool lever. The deep creaking sound gives you away and he turns away from the row of windows to face you. His eyes glance you up and down and a smile creeps across his face.

“I thought you got lost.” He jests as he seems to idly roll up the sleeves of his button-down. Your eyes follow his movement, his strong fingers nimbly working the crisp white fabric. The muscles in his arms shift visibly beneath his oaken skin.
You don’t realize you’re staring until his hands rest on his belt. When you lift your eyes you find him silently chuckling in amusement at your adoration.

Unscripted (m/f)(reader x actor insert) (teasing) (light restraining)

(( Copy pasted from my AO3: Actors name changed/omitted for flexibility: choose your favorite actor ))

You lift pillows and throw aside loose pieces of clothing then you check the bunched up sheets on your bed in case you set it down and it had gotten covered, but the script was nowhere to be seen.

“Shit.” you hiss to yourself then you turn in place scanning your immediate surroundings. Maybe it was in plain sight this whole time.

No such luck. You backtrack and try to think of where it could be. When it hits you, you sigh in frustration. It was all the way back on set, probably. It had to have been there. It wasn’t in your trailer, so where else could it be?

You look at yourself and assess your outfit; a cotton band t-shirt that nearly hid your snuggly fitting shorts which were just long enough to cover your ass and the soft crease where it folded into the back of your thigh.
It would be good enough. There was no need to get redressed just to run and grab your script from the set.