Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Mixed Company (Smut)

"Ugh, I can't believe we're watching Scream again!" Morgan groaned, flopping dramatically onto the sectional couch next to Y/N. Shane laughed in his loud booming voice from the kitchen where he was fixing himself a vodka and diet coke with some sort of weird sugar free syrup in it flavored like a glazed donut.

"You know what they say, sis," he told Morgan with a grin as he walked into the living room. "My house, my movies," he said with a flip of his hand, and Morgan rolled her eyes.

"I bet Y/N doesn't want to watch Scream either," Morgan argued, and Shane laughed. "And I know Andrew won't, he hates scary stuff," she added, and just as Shane was about to answer, Andrew came walking into the room. "What do I hate?" the red-head asked, sitting down next to Y/N on the couch and grabbing his girlfriend's hand. "I was just telling Shane how no one likes Scream but him," Morgan said with a shrug, and Andrew and Y/N exchanged glances.

"We'll watch Scream, right babe?" Andrew asked Y/N with a sweet grin, and Y/N nodded. "Sure, I don't really care. Morgan, you can pick next time, OK?" the sweet raven-haired girl said, smiling at her blonde friend, and Morgan groaned again. "You two will do anything to snuggle up on that couch, huh? We could literally say we were planning to watch Fox News all night and you guys would be totally fine with it."

Y/N giggled, but Morgan wasn't really wrong. Ever since the 24 year old pharmaceutical sales rep had met Andrew at a party at her college friend Patricia's house, the two had been inseparable. Patricia was dating Andrew's friend Matt King, and when Matt introduced her to the adorable red-headed videographer, she'd just gotten out of a long relationship which had turned completely stale and boring. Andrew was so sweet and kind, and so insanely attractive, and they could barely keep their hands off each other. Not much had changed in the four months they'd been together, except for the fact that Andrew had less free time than ever, as he and Shane banged away at a conspiracy video. Shane had declared this particular Saturday night a "night off" from working, and Y/N was so excited to have free time to spend with Andrew.

Ryland made his way into the living room, holding a tray of glasses like the proper host he always was. He had made some concoction of vodka and grapefruit LeCroix for him, Y/N and Morgan, as well as a glass of whiskey for Andrew, and he served everyone up their drinks and then settled into the corner of the couch with Shane. Morgan moved to the floor, setting herself up a palette on the ground as she insisted she'd fall asleep during the movie she found boring.

Andrew got up, dashing upstairs to the editing room, and he came back with gigantic fleece blanket to drape over Y/N and him, and they settled themselves onto the opposite end of the enormous sectional, Y/N cuddled into Andrew's side. Ryland had turned all the lights off, and everyone was quiet, save for gasps every now and again as something particularly scary would happen on screen. True to form, Morgan was asleep on the floor before long.

Y/N had her hand resting lightly on Andrew's chest as his long arm was wrapped around her, softly rubbing her arm with his fingers as she rested her head on his shoulder. As the movie went on, she casually let her hand linger lower, from his chest to his stomach and down even further, until she started to rub him softly over his sweats. He looked at her with wide eyes, shifting around a little bit as she continued to rub his crotch over his trademark joggers. He let out the tiniest little giggle, trying hard not to be too obvious with everyone in the room as Y/N never took her eyes away from the screen, acting completely natural.

She stopped rubbing him for a second to mess with the bands of his sweats, and she let her hand slip inside them, past the waistband of his boxers, and she started to softly rub her hand up and down his already semi-hard dick as she could feel his heart beat quicken. She smiled a little to herself at how cute he was, and he leaned into her.