Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Andy Sixx - Fight

———Y/N POV———

"Why would you make me go to that?" I asked angrily.

"I just wanted to bring you with us," he replied with an annoyed look.

My boyfriend, Andy, had invited me on an outing with his friends. Because I didn't know where they were going, I went with them. It turned out they were going to a strip club. I was hurt that Andy would go there and that he had no shame in bringing me with him.

"Why did we have to go to the strip club?" I relied angrily.

"I didn't know we were going there!" He exclaimed, becoming more angry than before.

I walk closer to him, crossing my arms.

"I don't believe you," I say quietly.

"I'll make you believe me," he said with a change of expression.

He grabbed my hands, forcing me against the front door, my hands pinned above my head.

He kissed me roughly and pressed his body against mine. I gave into the kiss, against my better instinct.

I felt myself grow more and more needy from him and attempted to press my hips further into his. He placed his right hand on my waist and forced me back.

"Patience, sugar," he whispered into my ear.

He continued kissing me, more aggressive this time, his hand squeezing my wrists together.

He took the hand from my waist and struggled to remove his belt, before tying my hands behind my back.

He pushed me backward onto the couch and hovered over me.

His lips crashed into mine, once again, before pressing his hips into me.

I tried to raise my hips to gain friction, but he stopped moving completely and backed away.

I look at him confused before he smirks and says, "Turn over."

I immediately follow his order and roll, my stomach and chest now pressed to the couch.

He removed the belt from my wrists and removed my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra today.

He reached under me, squeezing my chest as he kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders and down my spine.

As he got to my waistline, he slowly pulled down my jeans before letting them hit the ground.

He grabbed each of my legs, spreading them slightly.

He ran his fingers between my legs and watched as I tensed up.

Slowly, he brought his head to my still covered heat and planted light kisses on my inner thighs.

I did my best to hold still, but I couldn't fight it.

He moved from my inner thigh to my core, leaving kisses over my panties.

He slowly pulled them down, leaving me completely naked.

I could feel his warm breath hitting my cold skin which made me shudder.

"What's wrong, sugar?" He asked sarcastically with a smirk.

He removed his shirt before standing and pulling off his pants. I heard them hit the floor, and seconds later I felt his hard imprint through his boxers.

I let out a small gasp in response to the sensation at hand. I heard him chuckled as he continued grinding into me.

He pulled away and kicked away his boxers before returning to his original placement. Grabbing his member, he rubbed the tip of my clit causing me to moan.

He bit his lip as he slid in, my mouth widening.

"Oh my god, Y/N," he said as he began to thrust.

He kept hold of my waist until he moved my right leg further up the couch, to achieve a new angle. He threw his head back and I sank further into the couch.

He began using his hand to rub circles on my clit as he sped up. This sent me over the edge and I finished. Not a minute later he pulled out, stroking himself a few times, before he came on my back.

He collapsed beside me and he looked at me as he said, "I didn't know we were going to the club, sugar."

"I believe you," I responded before receiving a small kiss on my nose.