Andy Biersack smut

"I like your shirt."

I finish packing my bags and wait sitting cross legged on my bed. My Dad is making me move in with my step mom. Just as a side note, he has really bad luck with women. My real mom ran off with a vodka bottle, and my step mom left him for some rich dude apparently. He wants me to spend time with my step mom, Juliet, so I can get a solid female role model, since my mom is a slobbering drunk. But I know that it's just a cover to make me less emo, it won't work and he'll never say it but I know.

Juliet is okay but she's obnoxious and only a few years older than me, and people just think we're best friends, even though she tries way too hard to be a mom. I'm 17 and she's 25 which makes things weird because she wants to "relate". Whatever though, its tolerable. Plus, if I put up with her, I can mooch off her husband's money.

The flight was boring and so was the drive in the taxi to her place. When the car pulled up to the giant iron gates, I couldn't breathe, the gates were enormous, I can't imagine how big the house must be. Juliet was waiting at the gates with a super decked out golf cart that looked more like if sports cars were for golf. She loaded my bags onto the cart and drove us up to their enormous modern style mansion. Like a glass palace. I was amazed. Juliet saw the look on my face and smiled. "The boys are inside if you want to take your stuff, get cleaned up and meet everyone." She got a butler, Jeeves (not his real name but apparently her husband found that funny and it stuck), to carry my bags to the 3rd floor into this huge room. It had black walls and a king size bed with black bedding. I loved it. I dropped my stuff into the walk-in closet that was the size of the bathroom in my dad's house. I put on ripped jeans and a Black Veil Brides T-shirt, my all-time favorite band. I descended the stairs (the fucking elevator was being updated) and asked the Jeeves for directions to the dining room. I sit at the dining table and wait for Juliet, she said she'd be here. I here loud banging and muffled laughter but as I'm about to text and ask where she is, a very very very drunk Ashley Purdy stumbles in the kitchen and chugs orange juice from the carton in the fridge. I couldn't say a word. I was frozen and he just chugged and put the juice back. Then he looked around the kitchen, ignoring me, grabbed an apple and sat down across from me, just eating the apple. Still frozen, he finally looked at me, and blinked a few times. "Are you the stripper I fucked?" I blinked a few times unsure of what to say. He turns away and continues eating.

Juliet runs in looking flustered and her hair was knotted in the back. She readjusted her shirt and smiled at me, her cheeks thoroughly red. "So, you've met Ashley I presume?"

"Y-yes?" She laughed at my response, and pulled me up. "Come on, I'll show you to your other room." I was confused, 'other' room? And why was Ashley in her kitchen?? She led me up the stairs and as soon as we got to the top her phone rang. She answered.

"Yes? Are you fucking kidding me? ... No. I have not yet, why?... Shit, I'll be right there, give me ten minutes."

She gave me a sympathetic look. "Sorry I have to go, work. Your room is down the hall, I'm sure you can find it, I'll explain why its needed later." She hugged me and ran back down the stairs. I faced the hallway where rows of rooms went down each side like a freaking hotel. This was an entirely different floor than the one my 1st room was on. I went to the first room on the right and opened the door. Empty just a bed and a dresser. I went down to each room and they all had various things in them but none containing my things or another person who could help me. I reached the 5th room on the left side and opened the door, the light was on and the bed was a mess, I walked in further and heard singing coming from the door on my left.

"Hello?" I walked towards the door and opened it. There was a large cabinet and a sink and I rounded the corner and screamed. There was a glass shower and inside was a naked Andy Biersack singing Morticians Daughter. He stopped singing and looked at me his hair dripping wet in his face. I froze and he laughed as I ran out. I was back in the hallway still 5 rooms left to search 3 on the right 2 one the left. I ran into one of them and it was surprisingly the correct one. There was a black grand piano in the middle of the room, my ukuleles mounted on the wall and my acoustic and electric guitar were on stands in the corner of the room. Mics and amps scattered in the corner. I sat in the middle of the room blushing and freaking out. He was her husband??? That explained the house. And Ashley. Got he's so fucking hot. No. No, he's her husband... and my step dad. "Fuck me..." I muttered.

"Sorry Sweetheart, that's unethical." I looked up and Andy was standing in the doorway smirking, and wearing a bat man t-shirt and gym shorts. "So... Juliet showed you your other room?" He looked down expectantly at me waiting for a response.

"N-no, she had to leave for some work thing I had to find it myself. That's why... that's I went looking." I stopped looking at him halfway through the sentence and I heard him chuckle.

"Yeah I figured you were looking for something. Didn't know she left. So, we're alone?" I nodded. "Other than Ashley... but he's trashed so technically yeah." He stood there for another second or two in silence before walking over to the piano. "Juliet says you play." I nodded again. He sits down and pats the bench. "Well don't let my 10-grand go to waste. Play something." Still unsure, I walked over to the piano and sat next to him and contemplated what I wanted to play. I went for Tear in my Heart by Twenty One Pilots accompaniment and sang along with it. When I finished, he looked at me his icy blue eyes staring into mine. "You have a beautiful voice..." he whispered. "Than-" He cut me off crushing his lips against mine. I would have fallen off the bench if it weren't for his arm he wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He kept kissing me and wrapped his other arm around my waist and picked me up, setting me on the piano rewarding us both to the shriek of the keys our bodies pressed down on. I pulled back and managed to gasp out, "What about Juliet?" He just smirked and whispered in my ear, "Who said we had to tell her?" I didn't know what to say but luckily, he fixed that problem for me, once again putting his lips on mine. I didn't know what to do, this was wrong but he was already getting me so wet just by kissing me. He started grinding up against me, moving his hips back and forth over me causing me to moan into his mouth. He chuckled and whispered into my ear, "You like this don't you?" I nodded and he bit and kissed my neck gently smiling when I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him and his hard dick against me. "Very, very eager, aren't you?" he said as he started sliding my shirt off. His hands gently massaged each of my breasts in turn before taking off my black lace bra. "Damn." he muttered. I looked up at his confused, did I do something wrong? He answered my thoughts for me. "Juliet said you were cute but she was very wrong. Your fucking sexy as hell." I blushed and he slid of my jeans and panties along with his own clothes leaving his in his boxers the were not doing a very good job of containing him. He caught me looking and smiled as he kicked the bench away and knelt between my legs. He placed kisses on the inside of my thighs looking up at me getting closer and closer to my throbbing clit.

He licked up one time, looking at me as I softly moaned before attacking me with his tongue. It felt so fucking good. I kept going and shortly I felt myself tightening and came on his tongue. He smiled and stood up kissing me, and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I moaned and then he positioned himself in front of my entrance and slowly pushed in. He groaned "Fuck your so tight!" He started thrusting faster and harder filling the room with our moans and the sound of our bodies together. He picked me up, still thrusting, and laid me over a table nearby, still pounding harder than ever. I moaning loudly he grabs my hair arcing my back, hitting my special spot with every thrust. I felt myself tightening up and he did too. "Come on baby, get there for me." His other hand reached forward and played and rubbed my nipple. I clenched around him and yelled his name as I came undone around him. "Fuck yes baby!" He yelled back and pulled out cumming on my back. He panted and smiled pulling my up, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. Kissing me deeply, he pulled me into a hug. "I can't wait to do this again." I smiled back, "Me too, but we should probably get cleaned up before Juliet gets home. "Agreed." We gathered our clothes and wiped off the sweat and cum. He kissed me one final time before walking out. "Guess this make me your daddy now, right?" I laughed. "Whatever you say... daddy." He grinned devilishly, "Oh, and by the way, I like your shirt." He smirked and walked back to his room.