Andrew Eldritch Oneshots/Imagines/Preferences

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Y/n= Your name

Warning: Slight Swearing & Smut

"That's it, pretty lady. Move your hips like that." Andrew groaned. As you were digging your nails on his shoulders, focusing on your movements. Slowly, moving your hips back and forth. You whimpered as Andrew moved his hips to yours. Gripping both of your hips as you start bouncing on his shaft. He noticed how you were biting your lip, preventing any noises that threatened to come out.

Andrew grabs your chin and moves your gaze to his, both of you were looking at each other's eyes and chills ran down your spine. "I want to hear that pretty moans of yours." You complied and when Andrew snapped his hips to yours, you gasped. You wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and the other digging your nails on one of his arms. Andrew was fucking you senseless as you were moaning his name from the intense pleasure you thought you'll never feel in your life.

"Ah Andrew, oh my god!" You moaned out. Electric was running to your veins, oh how you love this feeling! "Such a pretty cunt of yours and it's all mine." You screeched as your body shook violently as you gasp for air. You feel his cum filling you up. You would of fallen from his lap, but he quickly got you. He helped you lay in bed as he cleaned you, you slightly groan. Him cleaning you down there, well, you were sensitive.

"Thank you." You said tiredly. Your lover, Andrew just smile and caressed your cheek, admiring your flush cheeks. "You know what, those critics who said that you're mean, difficult, and outright a "bloody bastard?" They're wrong. You're sweet, caring, and romantic guy I have ever met. I'm lucky that you are mine." You confessed. This made his heart skip a beat. No woman has ever made his heart melt, hell, stealing his heart.

"I love you, Andrew. I really mean it." You softly said. You grabbed his hand where he was caressing your cheek and interlock your fingers to his. He smile at you and hold your hand tighter as if he never wanted to let go. "I love you, Y/n. And, I really mean it, pretty lady."