dear violet ➳ andy biersack (currently editing)

17 - unedited

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[ ! warning !
contains sexual themes ]

chapter
sixteen
violet

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I smiled up at Andy's pretty face in the near darkness.

"I love you too. Like an idiot," I murmered almost giddily, leaning in to kiss him.

He smiled against my mouth and leaned down into the kiss.

His lips were dry and soft, molding tightly to mine, his breath failtly sweet, like watered down sugar. I reached up to knot my fingers into his smooth black hair, curling my fists into the warmth at the back of his neck.

His breath became unsteady between my lips, his body caving against mine. I could feel his lip ring, slightly cool against my mouth while his hands gripped my hips, somehow both rough and gentle at the same time. I could feel his ribs against mine, the wild thrashing of his heart, the pressure of his hands dragging along my thighs.

I slipped one hand beneath the back of his shirt, running my fingers up along his spine until I could feel the muscles between his sharp shoulder blades and the way they tensed beneath my touch. He gasped sharply against my mouth, his fingers tightening around my thighs. He latched his fingers around the back of my knee and hooked one of my legs over his hip.

Oh god.

I could barely tell where I started and he ended, who's breath was who's amongst all the tangled sheets and pink lips and touching and his calloused hands.

I sucked in a gasp as I felt one of his hands move beneath my shirt, his warm fingers sliding along my stomach, his breath ragged in my mouth. My nails dug into his shoulder as his hand dragged up up up, thumb brushing over my ribs, fingers reaching the cusp of my bra.

I could barely hear over the sound of my own heart beating in my ears.

He broke away from my mouth to brush his lips along my jaw and throat, soft and warm against my skin, his breath hot and slightly saturated, enough to trail shivers down my spine. He bit the sensitive skin behind my ear gently, and I tipped my head back, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping.

I felt my back arch sharply as his thumb pressed into the hollow of my hip, my breath hitching in my throat as his warm hands slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans.

But then suddenly, he turned his head to meet my eyes, our foreheads pressed together and our breaths coming in short bursts.

He panted, "We- we don't have to do this if - if you - I don't want you to think -"

"Just shut up," I half laughed half groaned, reaching up to pull his shirt over his head.

He let out a short, breathless laugh, tipping his head back down to kiss me.

Harder, more roughly this time, as if I were utterly unbreakable. His tongue pushed through my teeth, his body moving in sync with mine. I could feel the planes of his chest, the smooth warmth of his skin, the muscle and bone beneath my fingers.

His hand moved to cup the back of my thigh while his fingers slipped into my hair, his thumb pressing into the spot just below my temple.

I bit his lower lip, twisting my fingers into his silky hair, feeling his heartbeat stammer against me. I ran a hand down over his stomach, fingers latching onto his hip. I felt his body tremble slightly against mine, his hair tickling my cheeks.

"Violet," he groaned into my ear, as if my name were the only word he knew in this language.

I closed my eyes and just felt him, the reassuring solidness of him in my arms. The pressure of his hands against me, the gentle sweetness of his lips, the feeling of his long legs hooked around mine, the feel of him completely inside me, the feel of our hearts beating so sporadically, so tightly together.

I closed my eyes and gave him absolutely everything I had.

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I awoke to the brush of sunlight against the backs of my eyelids.

Everything felt fuzzy and warm, my hands and knees tingling as if I had stepped out of a hot shower and into a cold room. I lay still for a moment, trying to fall back asleep. No such luck.

I pushed my hands up above my head and stretched, yawning hugely.

Andy propped his head up beside me on the pillows, his tattoos stark against his skin and his hair a mess.

"Hi," I sighed.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead lightly. "How do you feel? You okay?"

I smiled up at him. "I'm good."

It was the truth.

There was a sweet contentedness within me, a sensatiom that made me feel almost lighter, as if my bones were air.

Andy grinned at my response, saphire eyes glittering in the morning sun. Strands of his jet black hair were falling into face.

There was an underlying happiness to him, I noticed, a sort of glow.

"But I can't believe we actually fucked," I added.

He let out a burst of laughter and looked up at me with a playful grin, eyes glinting. "I can."

I raised both my eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sure."

He chuckled and reached over to brush my razor trimmed bangs out of my eyes. "You are just so lovable."

I felt my cheeks heat up.

But then Andy ruined the moment by saying in a funny accent, "I'm really just a dewdropper who thinks they're putting on the ritz."

I stared at him for a second before snorting loudly. "What the hell?"

Andy laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I don't even know."

I kicked him playfully under the blankets. "You're such a loser, Biersack."

He looked up and smirked cheekily at me. "Yeah, but I'm your loser."

a/n just so you know, i'm editing at the moment, trying to piece things together more smoothly. sorry if the story seems a wee bit jumbled rn