Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Pact (Smut)

"Hey beautiful, come on in," Andrew said with a broad grin when he answered the door to his apartment. He flashed his brilliant smile at Y/N as she stood at his doorway, and she returned his grin with a sweet one of her own. He put her hand on the small of her back, leading her through the doorway into the apartment he'd lived in for the past three years, and Y/N looked around, smiling to herself.

"Everything looks the same," she said as she glanced around, and Andrew nodded. "Yeah, nothing really changed, even when Christian moved out. Everything in the den was mine anyway," the redhead said with a shrug, and Y/N nodded in agreement.

Y/N and Andrew had dated for six months and then they broke up. They'd recently run into each other again after not seeing each other for a bit, and they'd chatted at a party they were both attending. Andrew told Y/N he missed her, and she had to agree that she missed the handsome redhead too. He'd asked her to coffee the next day so they could talk, and she agreed. They spent three hours talking at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in their neighborhood, and after the chat, they'd hashed out their differences and decided to give their relationship another shot. Andrew had matured since they'd been together previously, and he'd insisted to Y/N that his work habits had relaxed a bit as well since he was no longer working with Shane. It had been two weeks since they'd seen each other again, and five days since Andrew had asked Y/N to consider giving him another chance, and things were going great. They'd picked up right where they'd left off, and Y/N couldn't believe how happy she was to be back with the handsome redhead with the perfect smile and soft brown eyes.

Andrew had invited Y/N over to watch a movie, and when she arrived, clad in tiny Lululemon shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, her long [h/c] hair pulled up in a high ponytail, Andrew swallowed hard at how naturally gorgeous she really was. He grinned at her, pulling her in for a sweet hug, and then he led her to his couch, settling down together and sweetly holding her hand as they started to watch Avengers End Game.

"Babe, do you want a drink?" Andrew asked quietly, glancing down at Y/N sitting next to him, and she grinned, nodding slightly. "Yeah, that would be great, thank you Andy," she said kindly, and Andrew hopped up, walking into his kitchen to grab her a Diet Coke. "I made us popcorn too," he said, gesturing to the bowl. Y/N smiled a little as she watched him walk back into the den. His wavy red locks had grown out since she'd last seen him, and his hair was messy and cute. He had an even healthier-than-usual dose of red scruff on his handsome face, bringing out his more chiseled features. He'd leaned out a bit, and she couldn't help but notice when he stood on his tippy-toes to snag a coaster from the top shelf of his cabinet that his stomach was flatter and more toned than ever, her eyes fixated on his abs as his t-shirt rode up a bit. Y/N swallowed, thinking to herself how attractive Andrew was, and she'd almost forgotten how the handsome redhead made her heart race.

He came back with her drink and sat down next to her, putting his arm carefully around her shoulders, and she leaned her head on his chest, snuggling into him. "You smell good," Y/N whispered softly, leaning up to inhale Andrew's Dior Sauvage cologne, and he blushed. "Thanks baby," he mumbled, and she grinned. "Is that new?" she asked, and he nodded. "Yeah, I switched it out. I'm over Killian," he said with a little shrug, referring to the scent he'd always worn when they were together previously. "I like it," Y/N said softly, biting her lip as she gazed up into his eyes. He grinned, pulling her into him and rubbing her upper arm soothingly as they watched.

Y/N sat cuddled into Andrew for a few minutes, and her heart started to beat a little bit faster as she sat close to him. Their mutual attraction had always been so strong, and Y/N was shocked to find that it hadn't lessened even a little bit since they'd been apart. She bit her lip, thinking it over for a second, and then she casually let her hand linger to his upper thigh. She rubbed him over his basketball shorts, and she heard his breath hitch a little. He carefully picked up her hand, moving it from his leg, and then he looked down at her, clearing his throat a little. She shot him a little pout, and he shook his head slightly.