Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Clean (Smut)

Y/N sat in the apartment she shared with Andrew, waiting patiently for him to finish editing. He sat on his computer, completely focused on the footage he was cutting, and Y/N carefully glanced at her phone. "Andrew, baby, are you going to bed anytime soon?" she asked quietly. He'd been working nonstop for the past few weeks on a conspiracy video, and though they lived together, Y/N felt like she hadn't seen him in forever. It was 11 pm, and Y/N was starting to feel tired. She had wanted to wait for him to finish working so they could spend time together that evening, but she didn't think she'd be able to wait much longer.

Andrew looked up from his laptop, looking at Y/N with hazy regard. "Um, I don't know, babe, I'm sort of close to a stopping point, but not yet," he said softly. He ran his hand through his floppy red hair, squinting his eyes a little at his gorgeous girl through his black rimmed glasses. Andrew and Y/N had been dating for about a year and a half, and he absolutely adored her. She was so patient when it came to his work, but he could tell she was starting to get annoyed at the lack of attention he was giving her. He frowned a little, wishing he had more time to spend with her, but he was so busy and work wouldn't stop.

Y/N tilted her head a little at her man, pursing her lips. "OK, well, I guess I'm just gonna go to bed, baby," she said, her voice small, and Andrew felt bad that Y/N looked upset with him. He held his hand out to her as she stood up to head upstairs, and she grazed it with hers ever so lightly, barely acknowledging him as she went up to bed, and Andrew frowned a little. He sighed, sitting back down and staring at his computer, and he heard water running...

Y/N was beyond annoyed at Andrew. All she wanted was to spend time with him, but he always put work first. She rolled her eyes to herself, feeling tears well in her eyes, but she pushed them away. She had told Andrew she was going straight to bed, but when she felt upset, she often took a hot shower to try to calm down, so when she got upstairs, she headed to their shared bathroom, turning the water on hot and peeling off her t-shirt, leggings and underwear to hop in the shower. She turned on her bluetooth speaker, playing some soothing music as she let the water run over her face and hair, washing away all of her anxiety and sad feelings.

Meanwhile, Andrew sat quietly in the living room, listening to the water running. Y/N had said she was going right to sleep, but he knew she always raced to the shower when she was upset. She always told him a shower could wash away all the negatives, making you feel clean and calm. He bit his lip, feeling a lump in his throat. Y/N was the sweetest, most beautiful girl, and Andrew knew he was lucky to have found someone like her. He knew he had trouble with work/life balance, but the knowledge that his workaholic tendencies were hurting her feels and making her feel neglected made him feel awful. He sighed, shoving his laptop aside, and headed up the stairs.

He crept quietly into the bathroom, and Y/N didn't even notice him as she stood facing the shower head, the music blaring. He took off his hoodie, sweats and boxers, opening the shower door and slipping quietly inside. He put his hands around Y/N's waist as she faced away from him, and she flinched for a second before realizing it was him, and she let out a breath.

"Sorry, baby, did I scare you?" he asked softly, and Y/N shook her head. "I'm surprised to see you tear yourself away from your laptop," she said ruefully, and he tilted his head, leaning in and attaching his lips to her neck. "I deserved that," Andrew said softly, licking at her neck as she leaned back onto his chest, sighing out. "I'm sorry I've been such a distracted asshole," he whispered, and Y/N shook her head. "You're not an asshole," she said to him, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him. "You are distracted though," she said, turning to face him as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist.

"I'm really sorry, baby. You know how difficult it is for me to organize myself. I get so caught up in work. Do you forgive me?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes at his puppy dog eyes. "Andrew, you always say that, but you just can't seem to balance work and me," she said, feeling tears prick, and Andrew swallowed hard. "I can, baby, I promise," he said to her softly, pulling her closer to him, kissing the top of her head, and then leaning down and catching her lips in a sweet kiss. She looked up into his sweet brown eyes, hands resting lightly on his chest. "Ugh, I'm still annoyed with you, but it's so hard because you're so damn cute," Y/N said wryly, and Andrew grinned.