Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Boyfriend (Smut)

"So are you sure you don't mind coming to this thing with me?" Y/N asked, her face scrunched up with uncertainty, and Andrew rolled his eyes a little. "I'm sure, it's fine. I mean, how bad could it be?" the redhead asked, and Y/N groaned at the very thought of what he was asking.

"Well... that's kind of a scary question. You have no idea the level of pure douchery that I deal with on the daily at work," she said quietly, and Andrew shook his head a little. "I'm totally cool with going with you. But honestly, Y/N, if this asshole at your work won't stop hitting on you, I think you need to put him in his place," he said to her softly, his voice low and serious, and she bit her lip, nodding a little.

Y/N was an attorney at a classic white shoe law firm, the kind of place where suits were the daily dress code and all the guys thought they were characters in Mad Men. Y/N was one of the few young female associates in the mostly boys' club, and while the firm sort of drove her mad with how strong the patriarchy was, she was brilliant and ambitious and Sullivan Cromwell was one of the most prestigious law firms in the world.

That night her boss Miles had invited her to a dinner party at his house. Miles and his wife Lea had been nothing but kind to Y/N since she'd started working, and the older man saw Y/N as a daughter of sorts. He'd invited Y/N and three other male associates who were in her section to the party, as well as several partners and their spouses. Two of the guys, Ryan and Lance, were bringing their girlfriends. The third guy, Sean, however, had made it his mission to make Y/N a conquest. He hit on her constantly, and while she would have rather died than given the gross chauvinistic boy the time of day, Sean was sure that if he just kept up his efforts long enough, Y/N would finally cave. He had made it clear he was coming alone, and while Y/N wasn't dating anyone, she'd nervously blurted out to Miles in his office in front of Sean that she'd be bringing her "boyfriend," mostly intent on getting Sean to lay off. The trouble was that she hadn't considered how to actually produce said boyfriend at the party.

That's where Andrew came in. That night, Y/N had nervously texted her next door neighbor and begged him to come along and act as her beau. Andrew and Y/N had lived next to each other in the same apartment complex since Y/N had started law school, Y/N with her roommate Sally, an Instagram model, and Andrew with his friend Chad, who was working his way through dental school. The four hung out often, and Y/N thought of Andrew and Chad as some of her closest friends. She figured one of the two would be willing to help her out with her work issue, and with Chad out of town attending a family wedding, Andrew was the man for the job.

The redheaded YouTuber had spent the past year listening to Y/N's woes about her coworker, and he had to admit that he was silently fed up with the guy's antics. He hadn't even laid eyes on this Sean, but the generally soft-spoken and even-keeled influencer would have ripped the guy's head off given the opportunity. Y/N was so sweet and kind, and she was also absolutely brilliant, and it broke Andrew's heart to see his friend treated like a sex object when she was obviously a professional woman. He and Chad had spoken frequently about their mutual disgust with Y/N's work situation, and Andrew was eager to lay it on thick as Y/N's protective "boyfriend" at her boss's house.

Y/N looked at her cell, groaning a little. "We better go, I guess. We gotta get to Brentwood," she said softly, smoothing down her short navy blue dress and grabbing her camel-colored clutch. "Are you sure this outfit is good enough for your boss's house?" Andrew asked, pulling at the collar of his button-down shirt. He hated dressing up, but he'd do anything to help out his adorable neighbor. "Yeah, of course, you look cute," Y/N said nonchalantly, and Andrew flashed her a smirk. "You look good too... girlfriend," he said pointedly, taking in her dress and her flawless hair and makeup. "If this Sean dude can't keep his shit together when you're at work in your lawyer clothes, he's definitely not gonna be able to handle this look," he added, scrunching his face up a little, and Y/N considered it.