Mr Biersack

Apology Sex

(Warning Smut! I'm putting in Smut because Its getting boring so we might as well spice it up a bit you know. And it's super kinky also there's some female domination if you don't like that just fuck off and put your hate somewhere else, or you could read and keep your shit to yourself. Ik I'm cringe and I don't care #emocringe)

Gray was away out on a really long walk with the dog, probably because he needed to let all his emotions out. Being back in his dad's house must've really hit his heart.

I felt bad for what I did to Andy, I was trying to think about other things but I couldn't, I really couldn't. I had to go and apologise. I left a note for Gray saying I was going out to let off some steam, that was a lie but whatever.

I slid on my coat and went out, I gave Gray a set of keys before he left as my door automatically locks itself incase I fell asleep.
The air was cold and damp. The grey clouds covering up the dark blue sky, the street lights shimmered in the dark casting shadows where I would walk.
There's something unsettling yet familiar about walking at night.

There was a sound of cars humming along the quiet streets, people coming home from a long days work. My uncle would've been coming home about this time but he's not, he's not here anymore.

It took me a while but I got to Andy's place. The after math of the party still there, I'm guessing he hadn't had time to clean it yet.
I knocked on the door nervously, Andy slowly opened it. He looked rather surprised when he saw me but then something flashed in his eyes and he tried to slam the door on my face, my foot stopped it.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch and snapping at you." I said.
He rolled his eyes.
"I'm serious, I didn't mean to it's just that- it's just that everything is falling apart and I feel the need to release the anger and pain out on someone. If I- if I... god- if I can't cut then I'll take it out on someone" just admitting to him that I cut hurt never mind the pained expression on his face. "I don't want tzyxcould msympathy because that means something is wrong, I just want everything to be alright."
I felt his arms embrace me. Every time he touches me I feel high, I don't need the drugs or the alcohol to make me happy, or to make me feel good. I have Andy. My Andy.

And guess what, this Bailey needed
Her Andy desperately. I looked into those icy blue eyes, honestly I don't know how they don't kill me! They're so... I don't know, amazing.
I looked at his beautifully plump and perfect lips. I bit my lip before looking back up at his eyes, his brows were pulled together. He was thinking. I didn't need to think anymore, I didn't want to. I wanted to forget about everything and scream his name. I wanted to really make it up to him. Plus he deserves this.

My lips were on his, he didn't even expect it as he gasped in shock. Our lips moved in sync, I moaned ever so slightly as his tongue entered my mouth. I could feel a warm tingle between my legs as he rubbed his bulge against my leg. It only he knew what I was into... he'd run if he found out. It's not my fault.... it's how my first time was and how the rest followed. Pain results in pleasure, that's what I was told. Plus it was so much more exciting than plan old sex. When pain is inflicted on me my body expects pleasure to come.

"Andy," I purred in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe "punish me for being bad"
He growled hungrily into my ear, I could feel his budge get even bigger.
I was expecting to be slapped and called a slut before being dragged off to the bedroom. Instead Andy pulled away from me and mumbled "I don't think I- I don't think I should."

I let out a small whine of frustration. Everyoneo calls Lena a slut, she's not. Yes she may flaunt what she's got, and yes she may tell people way to much about her sex life but that's nothing compared to what I used to do. Nothing. Sex was the only thing that used to make me feel whole again, there was nothing there between Ricky and I, we just fucked, a lot. That was the only time we would feel emotions towards each other, because the rush of it, the pain and the pleasure sent me into over drive and the overwhelming feelings practically drowned me. I nearly sold myself to a pimp at one point after my mom died. I needed to feel something. I was just so empty and Ricky wasn't enough.