Hozier Imagines

All About You (Hozier Smut)

Hello friends, welcome to my first smut! This story is the beginning of a collection, so drop any requests in the comments below! Okay, I'm starting to sound like a YouTuber, so I'm gonna shut up now and let the story do the talking :^)

You and Andy are sitting on the couch. You're leaning against him and he has his arm draped around your shoulders. You're watching The Office and had a lazy day all day today, while he's home from the tour for a bit. But now it's later, around midnight, and he's half-asleep, and though you're happy, you're bored out of your mind.

"Andy?" you murmur up to him. He yawns, blinking his eyes a few times. "Yeah babe?" he mumbles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

"I'm booooooooooored," you groan, stretching your arms high above your head. "Yeah?" he says. "Well, what would you like to do, then?"

You smirk where he can't see you, and then turn around so you're straddling his waist and put your arms over his shoulders. Suddenly, you don't feel so bored, because you've just gotten a fantastic idea.

"Well...I was kind of hoping..." you trail off, testing him, waiting to see what he's going to say. He grunts as he shifts his body to lie down on the couch, and suddenly you're right where you want to be - on top of him.

"Sounds good to me," he smirks, then sits up so you're straddling him again, and pulls you into a gentle kiss. You love the way Andy kisses you, the way he puts one hand on your face, and one hand on the small of your back, his long fingers wrapping around your waist. You kiss him back, but harder, more insistent. Andy is still lazy and relaxed from your boring day, and you're ready to change that.

"Mmmm," you hum against his mouth, and his lips part just as your own do. You savor the moment, his hot breath in your mouth, and then your tongues meet. You bring your hands up from his shoulders and tug on the roots of his hair. Involuntarily, he moans, and you pull away to giggle. "Hey," he complains. "I'm not finished with you yet."

And he moves his hand from your face to your waist, and now he is on top, and he's kissing you harder than before, his hands roaming, exploring your still clothed body. And now you want your clothes off, his clothes off, and you put your hand on his chest to lightly push him away.

He immediately pulls away, concerned. "What's wrong, babe? Are you okay?" he questions. "Yes, I'm fine," you say, laughing. "I just was going to say I'd like to take this up to the bedroom."

"Gladly," he agrees, scooping you up bridal style in his arms and standing up. You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him tight as you pull him into another kiss. But you trust him, and you know he'll never let you fall.

***

Andy opens the door to your bedroom, plopping you down onto the bed. You giggle as Elwood hops onto the bed, licking your face frantically and woofing with confusion. "Hey!" Andy exclaims. "Down, Elwood." The old dog obediently hops down from the bed, and Andy turns to you. "Just gonna put him in another room, in case he feels like interrupting so rudely again!" He's talking to Elwood just as much as he's talking to you, and you smile. He's so adorable with the sweet dog, and they're hilarious when they're together.

But he's back in a flash, closing the door and climbing on top of you in a single fluid move. You've been with him before, but he was your first, (never fear, a "your first time" smut will be out eventually) and you aren't super experienced with this whole sex thing. Andy certainly is, but you don't like to think about why.

Now his fingers are at hem of your shirt, and they've slipped under, and his hands...God, his hands are everywhere, but nowhere, and you need more of him. You hook your fingers into the collar of his shirt, and he smirks against your mouth, gently pulling away. "Are you sure you want to?" he looks into your eyes, his soft muddy green ones suddenly serious. "Yes, please...I need..." You're impatient, your hands desperately scrabbling at his clothed chest, wanting to continue, but he easily grabs your wrists and holds your hands against the bed. He asks you again. "I need you to be sure." You look into his eyes once more. "I'm sure, Andy. I want this."