Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Distraction (Smut)

"Baby, I'm home!" Y/N called out from the front hallway of her and Andrew's shared apartment. She had just come home from a Barre Code workout, and she was exhausted. Her face flushed, her long blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun, she quickly grabbed a water from the fridge before looking around for her adorable red-headed cameraman boyfriend.

Y/N poked her head into the extra room Andrew generally used as a home office, and she smiled to herself when she saw him sat at his desk, black-rimmed glasses on, floppy red hair sporting major bed head, white GOAT hoodie pulled over his head. He looked focused and she couldn't help but smile at how hard-working her man was. She was excited because he had decided to work from home on this particular Friday rather than go to Shane's house to work. But it didn't look like he was any less focused, she thought to herself as she watched him squint his eyes at his laptop screen, carefully reviewing clips over and over to get them just right.

She leaned in the doorway, clearing her throat a little to get his attention. "Andrew, I'm back," Y/N said in a soft voice, a small grin on her plump lips. He looked up vaguely at her, smiling slightly. "Hi sweetheart," he said, glancing back to his laptop. "How was your workout?" he asked quietly, and she grinned, walking over to his desk. "It was OK, I'm tired," she said, and she smoothed the wispy baby hairs away from her face. Andrew looked up at her, glancing over her beautiful face and perfect body, highlighted by her gray Lululemon leggings and gray and white sports bra which showed off her toned stomach perfectly. He grinned at her, but as she walked closer to give him a kiss on her cheek, she was disappointed when he immediately went back to what he was doing. She sighed deeply, making a face.

"What's with the frown beautiful?" Andrew asked her quietly, not even looking up, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, nothing," she said, shaking her head a little. "I was just hoping you working from home today would mean that we'd get to spend more time together." He looked up at her with a wry smile. "I would love that, baby, but I still have a lot to do." She groaned. "I wish you could take a break," she said, giving me a sneaky smile, and he grinned in spite of himself.  "I wish I could too. Maybe if I focus for a while longer, we can hang out this afternoon?" He immediately turned his attention back to his computer, and Y/N pursed her lips together, frustrated. "Fine," she said, voice dripping with annoyance. "I'll go eat and change."

Y/N knew she was being needy. After all, Andrew had told her he was working from home on purpose so that he and Shane wouldn't distract each other, since they had an upcoming deadline. But still, she was aggravated that he wasn't giving her attention. She wandered into the kitchen, making herself a quick fruit smoothie, and then she scrolled absently through Instagram while she drank it. She headed upstairs to take a shower, peeling off her workout clothes and hopping into the shower. As she stood under the water, her mind started to wander to Andrew, and she couldn't help but feel a tingle in her stomach as she thought of him. After showering, she went into their bedroom, and she hesitated when she looked through their closet. Instead of pulling on her usual jeans or leggings, she paused and looked through her drawers. She didn't have anything going on that day, and she had been planning to just lay around and watch Netflix. She chewed a little on her bottom lip as her lips curled into a small smile.

She pulled out a delicate white lacey camisole, slightly see-through, and she pulled it over her head, purposely not wearing a bra. She paired the tank top with some tiny pink and white striped booty shorts which barely covered her perky ass, and she thought carefully to herself. She towel-dried her hair and spritzed on the Chanel No. 5 perfume which drove Andrew crazy. She walked quietly down the stairs, trying not to make much noise as she crept into Andrew's office. He again didn't look up as he continued working diligently on his laptop. She tip-toed into the office, quietly walking up and perching on the side of his desk.