Andrew Siwicki - One Shots, Smuts, Fluff and Imagines

''I can't help it'' part 2

A few rounds of whiskey later, and the effects were certainly starting to hit you.
At this point, you'd both forgotten that the movie was still on, so you turned to watch it. Andrew rested his arm on the headboard of the bed, which was surprisingly low.
His gaze was fixated on you rather than the movie.

'Once again... I can't help it' he said, whiskey riddled in his breath. You smirked at his comment

'Come on, I don't bite, scoot on over a little closer' he said, his voice making you weak at the knees.
You move a bit closer, and he slips his arms down from on top of the headboard so his arm is fixated around you.
You felt yourself begin to blush as you realise he's still glaring at you, despite how close you two were sitting.

You thought to yourself for a moment. You didn't want to quite give into his charms just yet. You smirked a little.

'Have I got something on my face or something' you teased, causing a giggle to escape his lips.

Finally, you gave in and looked at him

You felt a connection and a warm fluttery feeling in your heart. He pushed your hair behind your ear. You were ready. You needed this.

Andrew slowly leaned in, you leaned in too.

Your lips met. First, it was a few little pecks. It got a little more heated but it wasn't reaching anything past a small make out.

You were unsure as to if he was taking it slow on purpose.

Andrews pov:

I wanted to jump her bones there and then. I needed to. This means so much more to me than just a drunken fling.

Andrew feels guilty for what he wanted. Because he didn't want to make out. He wanted more. So, so much more.

Andrew pulled away for a second. Just to admire you. To see you in your full beauty.

'Y/n I've gotta admit something to you' Andrew says. A little bit of worry in his voice

'What is it' you ask. A bit concerned as this was so out the blue

'you're really hot. And I have feelings for you. But I just feel guilty because all I wanna do is rip—-'

Andrew was interrupted by you pouncing towards his lips. He kisses you passionately.

He closes the laptop, and quickly slides it under the bed, so that you both could explore the bed if you need too.

Andrews tongue slowly strokes your bottom lip begging for entrance. He wanted more. And he wanted it now. He twisted you around so that you were lying down and he was on top of you. His hand around your waist whilst your thighs were on either side of his hips.

The Make out session was now at a point where tongues we're out of each-others mouths.

Andrew sobered up a little. And he came to the realisation of what was possibly about to happen and nerves got the better of him and he began to question his actions

'M-maybe we should s-top' he asked. Knowing fine well that's the opposite of what he wants.

'Yeah. we should stop. But do you really want to stop' you asked, your dirty side coming out.
This took Andrew by surprise. He'd seen the flirty side of you. But, he'd never seen the dirty side of you. This made him hard, stupidly hard.

Arousal overcame him. He needed you. He Needed you right now. He kissed you, harder than he's ever kissed anyone before. His lips trail your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places.

His hands caressed your breast, gently at first. But, before either of you knew it, his hands were up your shirt. His hands were all Over your body but you sure as hell didn't care. You didn't care what he did to you. All you knew is you wanted him. You needed him. You craved him.

You let out a soft moan, you felt him shudder and you took your opportunity to pounce. You roll him over and sit on top of him, grinding on him whilst sucking his neck. You wanted to leave your mark.

At this point, it was getting out of control. Your shirt was off. The only thing keeping you two from becoming one is the damn shorts and the prison of fabric known as boxer shorts.

He pushes you on your back, rips your shorts off your body and climbs back on top of you.
'Nuh uh, Mr Siwicki' you tease. 'Not until you take your pants off too'

He is quick to follow your wishes. You're both fully naked now. He couldn't resist.

he slides it into you, your whole body tensed up. You didn't quite realise how big he was. It was certainly going to satisfy you, that's for sure.
He thrusts a few times, just to get things going. It felt good. skin on skin felt good. Breathing felt good. Hell, even blinking felt good at this point.

It got intense. He was pulling your hair to the side so he could attack your neck. He was certainly controlling you. You weren't going to let it be like that.

You pushed him away and climbed on top of him. 'I'm in control now' you said, staring at him directly in his eyes.

You get on his dick, and get your balance. He tries to put his hands on your ass. But you're having none of it. You grab his hands and pin them above his head, and start slowly grinding your hips on him. so slow it's frustrating. You saw the lust in his eyes. You saw how much he wanted it. But you were taking it so slow, staring at him deeply in his eyes.

He was having none of it. ' come on you're killing me here' Andrew said

You replied with a simple grin and let go of his hands. He shuffled up so he was sat upright and he grabbed your ass and started thrusting... hard. So hard it didn't take him long to get to a point where he was ready to explode inside of you.

His breathing rapidly got more shallow. You could tell this wouldn't last for much longer. You needed cum. You wanted it inside you.

this felt amazing for you. You could feel yourself beginning to climax too.

Your moans got louder. It just tipped Andrew over the edge.

'Fuck' he said, with his face burrowed in your shoulder. Your nails Ran down his back and it was at that moment he came, you quickly followed

Andrew chuckled a little to himself  'you're so amazing, y/n'

You blush a little, trying to recover from your high.

'Stopppp' you said in a cute manner.

'What?? I can't help it'. Andrew smirked.