Hozier Imagines

It's A Project...For School (Hozier Smut)

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I'M SORRY FOR IGNORING YOU @SIRENTHETIMELADY I PROMISE I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU THIS IS GONNA BE A GOOD ONE MUCHO NSFW K BYE

"Fuck," you groan, running your fingers through your already horribly disheveled hair. (Ah I got you there it's like smut but no she's studying oh ho :^] )

It's four in the morning, and your exam is at eight. So basically, you have four hours to cram a bunch of useless bullshit into your brain while your "supportive boyfriend" plays video games and laughs with his friends on the phone. Not stressful. Not at all.

Andy hears your curse and calls over to you without looking. "You okay, babe?"

"Yep," you say blandly. "Fine."

Andy knows this tone of voice too well. And when you say you're fine, he always knows you're not. He drops his controller, shuts off the TV, and mutters something to his friend over the phone, ending the call.

He crosses the room in three steps and pulls up a chair next to your desk. "Still studying?" he says sympathetically. I nod, opening my mouth, but before I can say something, he continues. "Also, just to get this conversation out of the way, you're not too stupid to understand the material, you're not a horrible student, and it's not your fault. None of it."

You smile. Just that little pep talk cheers you up, but you still would rather jump out the window than open that goddamn textbook again.

"Maybe," he says after a moment, "you need to relax." Without warning, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bed. You squeal as he plops you down on the mattress, but it turns into a moan of pleasure as he begins to massage your shoulders. You can feel his long, slender fingers working at the knots in your neck, shoulders, and back.

But it isn't enough to take your mind off of the exam completely, you need to focus on Andy completely. Ignoring rationality, you suddenly turn around and crash your lips into his. "Mmm!" His eyes momentarily open in surprise, but quickly shut as he deepens the kiss. His hands turn you around and push you over, and you are on your back as he hovers above you. He pulls his lips away from yours and begins to drag them down your neck to your collarbone, causing you to arch your back, your mouth falling open. Fuck the exam. It won't be the end of the world if you don't pass it, by you're pretty sure the world will end if you don't have Andy. Now.

You take his face in your hands and pull him back up to your eye level from the hickey he's making on your shoulder. "Andy," you hiss, "fuck me now."

"Gladly, my love," he says with a chuckle. He moves his godly hands down to the hem of your shirt, and they slip under to grab your breasts through your bra. You hiss through your teeth, eagerly reaching for his shirt to pull it off. "Ah ah ah," he says with a smirk, "not quite yet."

And he tears off your shirt. "Andy!" you exclaim. He chuckles. "That was a comfortable shirt," you complain.

"Believe me," he murmurs, removing your bra, "you'll be far more comfortable without it..."

You whimper at the implications of that statement and thread your fingers through his thick hair, pulling his head towards your newly nude breasts. He adapts quickly, almost as if he knew what you were going to, and latches onto one with his mouth, licking, sucking, and biting. "Andrew!" you gasp, tightening your grip in his hair. "Mmm..." He switches to lavishing your other breast with kisses and moved his hand down to your button and zipper.

It never ceases to amaze you how quickly your man can remove your clothes and keep you from noticing that he is still wearing all of his simultaneously. But you're onto his trick this time. As he removes his mouth from your breast to say something, you grab him and pull him into a rough kiss. "Fuck," he mutters. But as he begins to deepen the kiss, you quickly plunge your hand down his pants and grab his member. Hard. "AH!" Totally unprepared, Andy releases you, rolling over to lie on his back, his chest heaving from the unexpected pleasure. Quickly, you sit up and straddle him. Now you're in charge of what happens.

He could easily overpower you, but you think he would rather sit back and enjoy the ride for now.

You carefully undo his zipper and slide his jeans down his legs, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. His erection is painfully visible through his boxers, and you palm it, biting your lip seductively while keeping eye contact with him.

Andy puffs out a breath of air, his face flushing. You take advantage of his flustered state to unbutton and remove his shirt. His toned abdomen and sparsely haired chest is already shining with sweat, and rises and falls with each rapid breath. Finally, you slide off his boxers and toss them in the general direction of his pants. His cock springs up in relief, hitting his stomach before pointing straight up. He moans with pleasure as it is freed, but his breath catches as you wrap your hand around it. "Shit, babe..." His head falls back against the pillows and his hips jerk involuntarily as you begin your strokes.

You pump him at a moderate pace, not slow, but not too fast either. As you progress and hear his breathing change, you gradually speed up. In a few minutes, you're moving your hand as fast as you can, stroking every bit of him. "Y/N, I'm gonna...FUCK!" he snarls as you pull your hand away.

"You're coming inside me, mister," you say with a smirk. But Andy is impatient. He knows to hold back until you let go, and you know he can, but this is different than your usual passionate lovemaking. This is more desperate, more...violent. And you like it.

He plunges into you without a word. "OH! ANDY!" you cry, your back arching as pleasure floods you. His eyes are half-lidded as he lets out a groan and buries his head in your neck. Slowly, he begins to move. "Babe...so...tight..." He can't string a sentence together, he's so overwhelmed with pleasure. You whimper as he slams into you, then pulls nearly all the way out before diving back in again to repeat the process.

After several minutes, you begin to feel the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach, and gasp, wrapping your arms around Andy's back. "Faster!" He obliges somehow, moving at a lightning pace. He's been holding back for an unbelievably long time, and he lets out a groan at the prospect of finally letting go.

You whine and moan over and over, getting closer...closer...

"ANDREW HOZIER BYRNE!" you clench around him, and he cries out your name as he releases a split second later. It is quiet as the two of you come down from your highs.

"Well," says Andy finally, "I'd say you're ready for the test." You roll your eyes, cuddling up to him and shutting your eyes for a couple hours of sleep.

Good one? I think it's my best so far tbh, they're usually a but more dull or something
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