#andyception

• he praises you so casually.

if you tell him about a thing you've done, no matter how tiny it might be, he's gonna praise you for it.

"Okay so I managed to get my dresser drawers reorganized," You tell him as you drop the mail down on the coffee table. "That's wonderful, baby!" he exclaims and pulls you down to sit beside him on the sofa. You turn and press a kiss to his lips, "You always gas me up for nothing. I love that," You whisper appreciatively.

Jisung bumps his nose against yours, "S'not for nothing," he mumbles, "That's a good thing you did and you worked hard on it so I need to acknowledge it and tell you what a good job you did. What kind of a jerk would I be if I couldn't tell my girlfriend how proud I am of her?"

You smirk, "You're proud of me?" You chuckle softly. Jisung shifts to kiss you harder, "Of course I am. You're handling your big girl responsibilities and pretty girls who do good things like handle annoying big girl responsibilities are the best girls."

• he roughs you up but playfully

"So, you little punk... are you gonna tell me what you were out shopping for all day or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" he asks you as he softly grabs you by the collar of your shirt and backs you against the door.

"Just stuff," You reply with a smug smirk. He tightens his grip on your shirt and kicks your feet apart, " What kind of stuff? Anything you'd like to model for me?" he asks, lowering his voice in longing. He kisses you hard then pulls away and you shake your head, "Mind your beeswax," You tease him dreamily. It's too easy to fall for him. You love where this is going and immediately decide to make this as hard on yourself as possible.

Jisung grabs you by the shoulders and turns you around, pressing the front of your body to the wall, "I'll get the answers I want... You don't have much of a choice, baby." He gently traps your arms behind your back and gives your ass a rough squeeze. You whine in anticipation.

• He jokes a lot but the jokes are very 😏👀😏👀 and then he's a fkn dweeb about it

"would you choke me if I told you I forgot to get your chips when I went shopping?" You ask as Jisung fills a glass with water. He takes a drink then turns to you, "Oh c'mon, I'd choke you just for the fun of it... I didn't mean it like that... Like... I meant I'd- Nevermind, that sounded better in my head."

"No don't start getting shy now! C'mon! Elaborate!" You ask as you float across the kitchen to circle your arms around Jisung's waist, "Keep talkin'."

Jisung takes a long drink from his glass and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait for him to find his words and he finally does, "I might've thought about it when I'm fucking you..."

"Might have?" You tease. He kisses you harder, "Maybe."

• Until one day... he's collected enough receipts to know just how to handle you...

he wants you to ride him until he's seeing stars and he wants it to be nasty but he's not gonna just say it. he'd be thinking about heavily one day while laying back in the bed watching you shuffle through your drawer for some pajamas and when I tell you his ass is watching you like a hawk like yeah you've heard of a mean mug but get ready for a subtle horny mug from a very shy boi. I feel like he's more of a hint dropper so he wouldn't say anything ever like he'd just be laying there watching you

after you slip your nightgown on, you turn to look at him and eye him suspiciously, "what's on your mind, pinhead?" he perks up a bit, thrilled that you're taking his bait, "nothing... you just look pretty," he hums, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows nervously. you crawl into bed and make your way up to sit adjacent to his long frame. he's lounged against the pillows, squeezing and releasing the stress ball in his right hand.

"do I?" You ask him softly. he nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss. his free hand softly cups your cheek, "you always do... pretty princess," he whispers as his lips brush against yours, "let me get a better look at the lace." he slinks his arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. he's smooth, almost getting over on you as he examines the pink lace around the plunged neckline of your nightgown. you gasp when you feel him growing hard against you. the thin material of your panties cling to the dampness of your pussy and you both hiss. he presses kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest; dropping the stress ball down onto the mattress.

"the details in this lace are really good, baby. are these... peonies?" he asks "marigolds, sungie. they're marigolds," you whisper, hips rolling slowly as his cock pulses against your heat.

"they both look alike. does it matter?" he asks, rutting against you and squeezing your ass with his large hands. he's leading this but he does it in such a way that has you positive that you're the one in control.

"that sounds racist against flowers," You whine, "fuck... sungie." You grab his shoulders and drop your hands down to roam over the firmness of his chest.

he chuckles, "sorry flowers. I meant well." You wriggle as you drag your pussy over his cock, "can I ride you?" You ask him longingly. he smiles against your lips and nods, "That's different. are you sure?" he asks you teasingly. he slots his mouth against yours harshly and pries your mouth open. "mhm," You muffle against his open mouth. you raise up when you feel him trying to push his pants down; mewing when his cock thumps against you. one of his hands reaches down to pull your panties aside, "fuck, baby. gonna take it all?" he growls. You nod, "all of it... need it."

Jisung eyes you, "Sit."

You don't hesitate to follow his orders and you slowly begin sinking down on his cock. "That's my girl... That's my good little girl," he groans. You clench around him and he brings a hand up to stroke your cheek, "M'not gonna give it to you, sweetheart. you gotta take it. you asked for it so you gotta take it for yourself. show me how you want it," he groans, fingers digging into your hips. he's done it again; achieving exactly what he wants without having to say it. he smiles briefly; smugness fading as you begin riding him. his head rolls back and he grunts softly, his hands grabbing and squeezing at your hips, "Just like that, baby. you like riding me?" he breathes heavily, hips bucking as he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

"sungie... love it. love it, baby" you pant. jisung let's you ride him but his hands stay tight against your hips, "m'not your Sungie... m'not your baby either... put some respect on my name little girl."

you open your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, head falling back for a moment as your back arches. "look at me, young lady... right now. c'mon," he coaxes you softly but firmly. you raise your head back up to look him in his eyes. jisung's cheeks burn a deeper shade of red, "close your fucking eyes back. damn," he gushes as he brings a hand up to cover your eyes, "Stop looking at me." you giggle breathlessly and bounce a little harder on his cock. your hands busy themselves with pushing his shirt up. he quickly pulls the reins in on his shyness, "if you wanna see mine, you gotta show me yours," he purrs and slowly begins lifting your nightgown. it feels like a matter of only a second before Jisung is tossing it aside and kissing the heated skin between your breasts. he pulls back, voice even and fond "daddy's turn, princess."

your mouth falls open and you pant as your hands claw at his shirt and clumsily pull it off. Jisung takes the shirt from you and throws it somewhere behind you before pulling you back in for a greedy kiss, "is my pretty girl getting tired?" he asks.

you nod, "don't wanna work for it anymore... please fuck me. please," you plead. your voice breaks and Jisung circles his arms around your torso and plants his feet into the mattress, "please what," he whispers as he slowly fucks into you. it's painfully slow and you whine, "please, daddy," You beg softly.

Jisung bucks his hips up into you, pounding you mercilessly and pulling a string a squeals and whines out of you, "So fucking big," You warble in awe at how his cock always stretches you to your limits. "tell me you love my dick, baby. tell daddy how much you fucking love it," he moans. you nod though you're not sure why you are, "Uh huh," You whimper, pulling a laugh out of Jisung. "Oh my God, am I fucking you stupid? aw, y/n, stop you're so cute, baby," he coos as his hips continue delivering harsh blows to your pussy. your cheeks heat up and you wrap your arms around his neck, "harder, daddy... fuck," You mumble longingly.

Jisung fucks you like he'll never stop, desperately and equally as hard; sending your mind jettisoned into a world where he is the only thing that could sustain you. his mouth, his hands, the feel of his tongue stroking over yours, the way his hips meet yours so needily...

his voice.

"is this hard enough, honey? tell me how you feel," he drawls. you close your eyes again and let the sweet sensation of his cock stroking your walls melt your brain even more, "s'good, daddy... th- mmmm fuck... thank you, daddy..."

"anything for my good girl. good girls always get what they want, right?" he whispers against your lips. you nod, "Yes, daddy... yes, yes, yes, yes..." You cry. Jisung brings his hand between your hips and his own before rubbing circles into your clit, "want you to take daddy's cum... all of it. can you do that for me? wanna... fuck, baby... wanna breed your tight little pussy. tell me it's okay baby," he practically begs. you nod, knowing that to speak right now would be in vain. Jisung's hips and fingers show no mercy, "how many times are you gonna let me make you cum, princess?"

pressing your forehead to his, you whine again, "I dunno... daddy, please. Just want it," You plead. jisung kisses you then rolls you both over and he sits up between your parted legs to push his pants off. you watch him, wonderstruck by the sureness of his movements and his hands grab at your panties, his eyes meet yours and he crumbles again, "would you stop it?" he breathes bashfully and his eyes fall down to where his hands rest on your hips. he does a soft and steady sway from the left to the right as he tosses a thought around in his head. he comes to a halt when you speak,

"Whatever it is you're thinkin' about doin'... just do it. A hundred percent of the choices you've made so far have been fuckin' awesome so... Don't stop now," You whisper. jisung grips your panties and hesitates for a moment before shaking his head, "it's not about whether or not I should but whether or not I can..." he sighs. "but?" You whisper. "we'll never know if I don't try but you'd better not fuckin' laugh at me."

you giggle, "I won't, baby. promise." jisung beams at you and gives your thighs a playful slap, "Oh shut up you're already laughing," he laughs. you lock your legs around his waist, "just wanna feel a little helpless," You whisper. jisung nods and makes an attempt tearing the flimsy material but with no success. you both laugh and he tries again with the same results as before, "never mind then. I can think of a few other ways to make you feel helpless," he says and pulls them off.

when he approaches you, he can't help but shiver because you're pretty and also because your laughter stirs up something in him so tumultuous that he keeps wondering if everything he's thinking about you is staying inside his head so he purses his lips in a tight line to make sure it stays that way.

he's never had to do this but Jaehyun, while too high out of his mind to be smart, is currently in the ICU from eating gas station sushi so he texts you that his little cousin Andy is going do this drop-off. Jaehyun tells you to keep your eyes peeled for a "big dweeb who looks like a dear in headlights who will more than likely keep his big fuckin' airpod shaped head on a constant swivel because his anxiety will probably make him forget that Marijuana is legal now" then he links you to Andy's Instagram so you can see his photos but the only problem is that Andy hasn't posted any photos of his face. in fact, his Instagram has only twenty-nine photos: nine photos of a cat that you assume is his, eight pictures of the moon, five pictures of clouds, four pictures of some tall buildings, two pictures of his shadow, and one picture of a papercut on his slender pinky finger. naturally, when you tell Jaehyun that Andy's never posted his own face, Jaehyun sends you a screenshot of a video call Andy had been on with the older man's mother. naturally you wanted to know why but Jaehyun blew it off with a "I dunno know what you want me to say, y/n. we're family, that's his aunt, and he's a fuckin' baby." You decide that maybe Jaehyun's mother likes Andy more...

"just be gentle with that guy. he's... a pussy ass crybaby for a lack of better words," he had told you so you made the mental note to do your best to not scare Andy away. Andy's adorable to say the least and his face suits Jaehyun's description of him perfectly.

"It's legal dude why are you skiddish?" You cackle as you let him into your apartment. as he passes you, you catch a familiar smell. he uses the same vanilla perfume as you and you nod in approval. at least he's not toxic.

"I'm not skiddish- I'm shitting rocks. I'm sorry but I've never done this before and I can't remember how much I was supposed to charge you and I'm scared to call Jaehyun because I know he's gonna yell at me so can you just be super honest and not lie to me because he's already called me a fucking pinhead seventeen times today so I'd like it if my last drop-off for the day went well," he rambles and quickly closes the door before turning the lock. he turns to you and you fall apart in fits of laughter, slapping his arm and clapping your hands.

Andy blushes because you're literally laughing at him and he can't bring himself to take it personally nor does he want to. he watches you almost as if everything is going in slow-motion and it's at the exact moment that you begin catching your breath to speak to him that he knows for sure that he's in love with you.

"I pinky promise you, Jaehyun charges me twenty-five. we have a deal though. for every fourth time I make a purchase, the fifth purchase is free if I share my dinner with him but he told me you'd be dropping it off for him and he said you like pizza so that's what I made and if you wanna stay and eat and smoke then... you can. no pressure though. you really don't have to if you don't want to," You explain to him once you've finally gained your composure. he's beautiful to say the least, his wild eyes only able hold yours for a few moments.

"You made the pizza? like... you made it?" he asks you incredulously and it's not at all because he's impressed that you're kind enough to do that for him but because now he's staring at the 'don't kiss the cook... bend me over' apron you're wearing and swallowing nervously at the idea of rewarding your hard work with a slow and raunchy fuck against your counter. he stares at the streak of tomato sauce that's splattered across your apron before bringing his eyes up to yours again.

you nod, "Yeah. Jaehyun told me that you're a little bitch so you probably won't wanna stay and I asked him what you're favorite food is and one thing led to another and I was in the grocery store down the block getting ingredients for pizza. I used my mom's sauce recipe so if you don't want it then it's more for me so please don't think you have to stay. I'll just give you the cash if that's more up your alley."

andy scrambles for an answer that isn't a very panicked 'fuck no' because although he knows that wouldn't be an appropriate answer, you're asking him an opened ended question and open ended questions are the bane of his existence.

"huh?" he grunts. his body tensing up more and more with each passing second that your eyes burn into his. you smile, "Are you staying to eat or are you gonna skedaddle?"

he nods, "fuck no." why that's still so heavy in his head is beyond him but winces, "I'll stay? if you want me to?" he draws in on himself when you point to the shoe rack by your door. Andy kicks off his sneakers and sets them in an empty spot on the small rack then he follows you into the kitchen.

"can I wash my hands please?" he asks mumbles as he watches you set the bag down on the kitchen counter. "go for it," You say with a shrug and pull out the contents of the bag before carefully rolling up. Andy washes his hands and tears off a paper towel to dry them; watching you from the corner of his eye.

"I usually share with Jaehyun. d'you smoke?" You pipe up as you hold the almost completely rolled blunt to him.

"I- I do. yeah, I do, I just usually do it alone though... I'm annoying I think," he explains with a soft chuckle. he looks down at the blunt then back at you, "d'you want me to..."

"can you? please? Jaehyun usually does it and... yeah, I could do it but I kinda suck at it. plus I have to get that pizza out of the oven," You say and he takes it from you, eyeing that damn apron again before carefully rolling the joint. he comes over to you and holds it out, "spit please?" he says awkwardly and that should've came out a lot smoother but he can't flirt for shit.

you take the pizza out of the oven and carefully set it on top of the stove, "what?"

"when a pretty girl is present, she has to christen the- christen? fuck off- I- pretty girls get to spit on it," he frowns and holds the blunt up to your lips, "can you lick this please? like just give it a good lick? I'm sorry I sound like a pervert I wasn't trying to- I don't even know anymore- oh my God."

you laugh and look at him while you lick the paper. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth and when you're finished making his heart race a mile a minute, he finishes rolling it up. you begin setting the table, "light it and take a hit dude you definitely need it," You say warmly. he's pretty and you wonder about him. eyes stealing glances at him as he fishes a small book of matches out his hoodie pocket, you watch him frown in concentration as he busies himself with lighting up.

he takes a long hit and exhales slowly while a gentle chill rushes over him; seconds pass and the tension leaves his shoulders as he leans against the counter. he takes another hit and brings it over to you. holding it out for you take, Andy's eyes go wide when when you lean in to wrap your lips around it, taking a strong hit and watching Andy's eyes gaze longingly at your lips. you lean back a bit and blow it out then gesture to the table, "I should've asked but do you wanna eat here at the table or do you wanna go in the living room and watch something? I know you're shy and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"we can sit in here. it's okay, I'm not that shy, Jaehyun's just a jerk sometimes," Andy says as he takes a seat at the table. you bring the pizza over to the table and set it down then loosen the apron and slip it off. Andy frowns a little. you look good in it.

you drape the apron over the back of an empty chair then grab an ashtray from the counter before sitting down in the chair across from him. he takes a hit then passes it to you. your fingers touch his as you take it from him and you take a slow hit then set it in the ashtray.

"Well, Andy boy, aren't you gonna talk to me?" You ask him. you feel yourself beginning to loosen up and you notice the way Andy's eyebrows gradually unknit and his jawline softens. he smiles, "what do you want me to say?" he says just above a whisper. if he would just speak at full volume, you would have your confirmation that his voice is sexy but he stays whispery.

"I didn't think I had to teach a grown man how to speak," You say playfully and there he goes again with his teeth gently seeking out his pretty bottom lip. he drops his head sheepishly, "I'm... uh... we wear the same perfume," his eyes find yours and he shrugs, "smells so different on you... do I sound weird?"

you shake your head as you both sit in an oddly comfortable silence and blow your lopsided pizza slices. Andy pulls up a long string of cheese and eats it slowly.

"You don't sound weird at all. that shit's fascinating," You reassure him. Andy nods, "it really is... how we all have our own smell and how it can change the smell of perfume. it... smells better on you though..."

"It fuckin' better," you snort, "I play to win." Andy laughs loud and freely. he's gorgeous and your breath catches in your throat because he's a sunbeam. a whispery sunbeam.

you both do damage on the pizza and so begins your newfound friendship. Jaehyun gets his dumb ass out of the hospital but Andy does your drop-offs and every fifth drop-off, he's eating with you, smoking with you, and flirting with you. it's all light and he never does it until the weed hits- until then, he's all whispers, nervous pauses, and shy smiles.

smoking together turns into seeing each other on grocery runs, occasionally deciding to attend Jaehyun's parties together, hanging out after work, and voluntarily seeing each other for no reason at all- and completely sober. Andy can't believe it himself.

this is your thing now. jaehyun hasn't been by since and you know it's because of Andy and also because he probably found someone else to jump into until you get desperate enough to let him have you. to be honest, you always kind of liked Jaehyun. he's funny, hard working, and charming as hell but with that comes his genuine and sometimes brutally honest attitude. he's so honest that he told you he wanted you but he didn't want you getting attached to him.

being just as honest, you told him that you get very attached so you wouldn't recommend it. You've both had nothing but mutual respect for each other and yes, the sexual tension was thicker than cold peanut butter but you both had silently agreed that there's too much at stake to take that chance so you let that ship sail and sink.

"I'm not trying to sound like one of those 'go make me a sandwich' headass guys but you're so sexy when you cook," he says as he leans against your counter and smokes. dinner is a bit late because you forgot to get garlic but Andy came through like he does when you forget things. tonight, you're making a roasted chicken with Rosemary potatoes, and at his request, sautéed carrots and broccoli.

"I try..." You trail off as you give the cabbage a stir.

Andy snorts, "try? you don't even have to. You're crazy"

"I have to try dude. I'm cooking. I don't like doing this shit," You laugh, and move closer to him so he can slip the blunt between your lips. he holds it as you pull from it and you wink at him playfully which makes him huff nervously. you stand beside him and lean against the counter, "I get lonely and Jaehyun's decent company when he's not trying to fuck me... I mean you're trying to fuck me too but at least you're classy about it."

Andy smiles, everything in him is telling him that he should cringe and panic because yeah, he does wanna fuck you. he wants to fuck you into your mattress until you're trembling and seeing visions of him when you close your eyes. he wants to shotgun with you while you ride him on your sofa with the curtains drawn and your favorite songs playing and you're so far gone that you can't help but sob his name over and over. he wants to bend you over the counter and throttle you while you're wearing nothing but that raunchy apron that's literally asking for it. he knows that he should feel some sense of shame for how badly he wants to see you fucked out in his own bed, tangled up in his sheets and completely at his whim but you just called him classy and he'd much rather dwell on that at the moment.

"me? classy? hardly... and I don't think there's a classy way to wanna fuck someone. it's not a classy act, I don't think," he muses, shoulders slumped and eyes roaming over the room lazily.

"it could be classy. depends on the person," You mumble.

Andy shrugs, "that's just sex then... the formula's different." You narrow your eyes, "I'm intrigued. keep talking," You hum. Andy takes one last hit and he turns his head to look over at you, "sex is boring... it's... polite and formal and then you cum and it's over. it's textbook material- it secures bloodlines," he says slowly. you look at him and watch the way his face frowns and softens.

"well... what is making love? how does that work?" You ask. he shrugs, "Don't know about that... haven't done that yet."

you hum, "me neither... what's the formula for fucking then? what's that?" You ask him. he smirks and sucks in a slow breath, "it's nasty and that's... planned or unplanned, that's how you make a baby... It's... I... I could show you better than I could tell you but it's- well I'm sure you already know..."

the words fall out of his mouth before he can even process them but he doesn't stop himself, "classy sounds boring. if it's not nasty, I don't want it." he goes to apologize but shrugs it off instead and sets the blunt down in the ashtray beside him on the counter. you look over at him, "felt," You say with a nod.

he turns to look at you, giving you a hearty nod of approval. you feel your head swim and you decide to play some some music. you take your phone out of your apron pocket and connect it to your kitchen speaker.

"what are we in the mood to listen to, Andy boy?" You ask as you open your music app. you rest your head on his shoulder as he thinks, humming indecisively, "hit shuffle and see what comes up."

you shuffle your music and Changmin's Airplane Mode drifts out of the speakers. Andy closes his eyes and smiles. you straighten up to check the roast. the smell is slowly becoming more and more irresistible and you smile because at long last, it's ready.

"Okay we're in business," You say as you take the roast over to the counter. Andy comes up beside you and gasps, "Oh, that looks... y/n you- fuck, can I kiss you?" he rambles before turning to look at you. "I mean hell yeah I'm down," You say stupidly and just like that, he's got you trapped against the counter; hands cupping your face softly as if he'll break you but firmly enough to keep your mouth crushed against his.

you wrap your arms around his waist and moan into his mouth, tasting the remnants of cherry flavored cough drops on his tongue. he moans softly and he kisses you so hard that it almost hurts but you love it.

"You don't follow instructions very well, Mr. Andy," You chortle as you gently bump your nose against his. "and how's that?" he asks you, teeth softly nipping at your lips.

"my apron says you're not supposed to kiss me," You giggle. you train your eyes on his intently, trying so hard to come off as sexy but you know you're too high be anything other than awkward but Andy doesn't care because you're always sexy to him.

"I do intend to bend you over if you'll let me but I had to do this first. had to taste you... needed it so fucking bad," he whispers as his hands find their way to your hips. you let him stroke his tongue over yours and goosebumps raise up on your skin.

"I can't do a pre-dinner quickie, y/n... I'm not gonna be able to stop and I don't want dinner to... you worked so hard on everything and I know you don't like cooking but you do it anyway and I don't uh... fuck you're making me nervous again..." he rambles in that all too familiar whispery voice and when he involuntarily presses his hips against yours, you whine.

your head swims and you pull him in for a dreamy kiss, "I know you don't want the food to get cold but if you're gonna try to rearrange my guts then maybe you should do it now because I might puke," You say against his lips and he bursts into a fit of laughter, "why is that even on your mind?" he asks. you shrug, "it happened once... it was gross. I had soup and- Andy, I don't wanna puke on you" You explain with a sheepish smile. Andy kisses you again, tongue softly stroking into your mouth playfully as his hands ease down to squeeze your ass.

"Andy... please, baby," You whine as you press your hips against his, "I want it so bad." he kisses you one last time and pulls away, stepping away from you reluctantly, "I'll be soft with you so you won't vomit, y/n. you worked too hard on dinner and I wanna appreciate it... and I wanna appreciate you," he says gently and how could you refuse him this curtesy? you squeeze your thighs together and reach out for him. he steps back, "You can wait," he says confidently

~

"what were you saying that day we first met about pretty girls and spit?" You ask him. he chuckles and looks across the table at you, cheeks still flushed pink from the head you had given him moments earlier. you don't usually like to swallow but Andy is... he's an enigma that you would follow with blind obedience. the way he can barely hold eye contact with you unless he's high and how quickly that changes once it all hits him like a soft breeze. it literally glides over him and he shivers. he shivers every single time.

"jaehyun said i should never use my own spit to roll a blunt when a pretty girl is around," he chuckles, "that was so much harder to say before but yeah... I told him to explain that stupid shit so he said when I started getting some bitches on my dick, I'd be able to do the big boy math and figure it out."

you roll your eyes, "that sounds like Jaehyun- oh God." Andy rolls his eyes too, "what's worse is that we both had different answers- he said it's because it's like kissing her every time you take a hit but I poked holes in that," he rambles as he stands up and reaches out for your hand. you take hold of his hand and let him pull you to your feet, "and how'd you do that?" You ask.

"Okay so when he's smoking with a few people, they're all indirectly kissing since they're all putting their mouths on it and if there's no pretty girl then you're just kissing your friends and I've met Jaehyun's friends. I'd rather give a doorknob head than share a blunt with any of them but my reason is so much nicer... well not really but it's more romantic. wanna hear it?" he hums as he pulls you in for a soft kiss.

you nod and drape your arms around his shoulders, "lay it on me." You whisper.

"I get to breathe you in. I can't be the smoke you breathe in so I'll take what I can get," he muses before kissing you again. you melt against him and he leads you into the living room. he kisses you as he gently guides you down onto the sofa, "Want you to spread those pretty legs for me. do you wanna do that for me, hm?" his voice is a bit course from the smoking and it does something to you.

"fuck... fuck, y/n. oh God yeah, baby... love how deep your pretty pussy can take my dick. you love it too. you fucking love it, don't you, princess?" he groans and you nod, pushing his hair out of his eyes and pulling him down to smother his face with hot open-mouthed kisses, "fucking love it... love it so much. Andy... baby... harder, Andy... oh my God, please fuck me harder,' you pant.

he raises up and grabs your hands, pinning them above your head and angling his hips to pound your soaking cunt almost brutally. you look up at Andy with an overwhelming need to hear him degrade you with every breath he struggles to take in. his eyes never leave yours and you look away first; suddenly too intimidated by his siren eyes to hold his gaze for too long.

"don't start keeping secrets from me now. if you want something, you gotta ask me for it," he says teasingly before lowering his mouth to lick the shell of your ear. you wriggle and arch your back, pushing your chest up to his hot, sweaty skin. the coarse boom of his voice nearly brings on your inevitable orgasm, "I wanna give you everything you want but I can't really give it to you unless you tell me about it and I'm not gonna give you something that you think you're too cute to ask for."

"M'not too cute... I don't... think m'too cute, Andy," You pant.

"Yes you do, pretty... you like wearing that slutty little apron and looking at me like you're just waiting for me to push you down on your knees. you think the apron.. and the bedroom eyes... and the way you like to lay across the counter and stretch like you're not trying to show me how good you'd look taking my dick is enough? it's not so... ask for it like you do when you wear that slutty fucking apron."

your body shudders as Andy scatters kisses across your cheeks and along your chin. he chuckles darkly, "fucking ask me for it."

"please... I need you to... can you... um..." You trail off shyly. Andy laughs so sweetly that you'd never think in a million years that he'd laugh in such a way while burrying himself to the hilt into your wet and very swollen cunt over and over.

"cut the shy shit, baby. I know what you want but I love the way you sound when you beg a little bit," he hums. his labored breaths fan across your face and you cling to him, your body trembling as he slams into you so desperately that you wonder how he could ever have been the man he was when you first met him.

"I wanna... oh fuck, Andy... I wanna be y- your... wanna be..."

"my girlfriend? I already know that. I told Jaehyun you're my girlfriend- he called me a liar..." he interjects teasingly; voice dropping down even lower.

"want you to fuck me..."

"I literally am, silly girl... I'm fucking my pretty little girlfriend who gets shy when she's getting dicked down on her sofa like she hasn't been dying for it since day one- how do you want me to fuck you? can you tell me, princess?"

"like a whore."

"Oh I thought that's what you wanted... if I choked you right now, you'd lose your shit, wouldn't you?" he whispers, "That's all it'd take to make you cum all over my dick, baby?" your hands long to reach up so you can glide your fingers through his hair and your fingers twitch. Andy lets you go and sits upright, with his eyes trained on yours, he brings his hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he keeps fucking you. you sob as you nod eagerly. he's so fucking beautiful.

"only whores like getting choked and you're not a whore, y/n. you're too good. you couldn't possibly be a whore," he chuckles. you shake your head and bring your hands up to grab at him, "I am though," You beg.

Andy shakes his head, "whores like being grabbed on and... fucked like they're nothing... they like to be used. they'll do anything you ask them to do and they'll let you do anything you want to them. they're so easy. you're not easy, right, princess?" he presses you into the sofa. "I am..." You whisper.

"You're what? say it nice and loud for me, sweetie... tell me what you are," he purrs against your ear. you wriggle beneath him and groan desperately, "please... please..." Andy shakes his head, "I don't really have anything I wanna give you if you don't think you should follow instructions."

"I'm a whore."

"And you're so good at it, princess," he hums as he looks down at where your bodies connect and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, "So fucking good at it... Say my name baby."

"Andy..." You whimper, "Andy, please." The feel of his dick driving into you makes your heart flutter and your tummy tighten as he reaches so deep inside that you pray he'll stay like this forever.

Andy shakes his head disapprovingly, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving as he plows you eben harder, "what's my name?" he pleads softly against your mouth. He's dying to hear it but he stays in control.

"A-And- An... dy. Andy..." You whine. He sighs as grabs you by your face and his cock nudges into you harder and faster, "What's my fucking name?"

"Daddy! Oh- d- daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy... fuck!" You cry desperately. Andy drags his tongue over your lips, "Yeah... that's daddy's girl. Daddy's good girl. How'd I get lucky enough to have an angel like you? Hm?" he kisses you longingly and fucks into you with a fervor that excites and frightens you. His hips clap against yours and you try to cling to him as best as you can but he's too determined to break you down and ruin you, "Daddy... Fuck- s'yours... all yours, daddy," You mew.

Andy forces your mouth open, "If you want me to spit in your mouth, say it, princess." The last word is barely out of his mouth before you're squeaking out a desperate 'ah' for the younger man.

He shakes his head, "Say. It." "Spit in my mouth, daddy.... oh my God, please," You whine. Andy smirks, "You're not too proud to beg for it, are you, little one?" Your body tenses up. It's as if for a moment, you forget how to speak and clench around him instinctively.

"Beg, princess," he whispers. "Please, daddy... please, please- I- daddy...." You sob, "I need it- do it... Please do it."

Andy chuckles, "You're so fucking dirty, baby... I never would've guessed." He forces your mouth open wider and spits on your tongue; it's messy and spatters of saliva cover your lips. He kisses you and it too is messy and wet and his tongue dips into your mouth as a moan so deep and lewd rumbles from his throat. You clench around him and silently beg him for more. He catches it and indulges you, his wet and eager tongue glides over your lips and over to the corner of your mouth before he presses hot open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and up to the heated skin just beneath your ear, "How'd you get so fucking nasty, huh?"

You can't find the words to give him an answer and you sob; tears welling up in your eyes as you take each merciless thrust. You'd be a liar if you said you didn't love this so much. "don't- know- fuck... daddy," You whimper and finally, the tears spill from your eyes and you pull him in for a desperate kiss, "daddy, please..."

"Does princess wanna cum on her daddy's dick?"

"ye-es! please, daddy... please... let me..." You squeeze your eyes shut and Andy eases a hand between your writhing bodies to stroke your pulsing clit. "Say it then."

"Daddy... oh my God- please- fuck!" You whine. Andy hisses, "You're the shyest little whore I've ever met, baby girl, but right now you can't be both so pick one. are you shy or are you a whore?"

"Daddy," You whine, "Daddy, please." You scratch your nails down his stomach and sob once more. "Pick one, princess- or I'll pick for you." he grabs your face again and you writhe, too fucked out to answer him. Andy chuckles as he leans forward to spit down into your mouth and he watches the thick wad fall onto your waiting tongue in a stupefied haze and a filthy smile quirks up at the corners of his mouth, "guess you're a whore then," he chuckles breathlessly. "daddy... please... wanna cum on your dick so fucking bad- please... please," You cry softly.

"Come on, baby... Cum for me," he hisses. Your body tenses up and you cum around him with body wrenching sobs. It's a sweet feeling that mingles with your high and you can't help but cry for him.

"That's it, baby... get daddy's dick nice and wet... good girl," he groans as he pulls out of you before slamming back in and repeating that obscene action over and again and it's when Andy asks you if you're on birth control that you realize he is definitely an unhinged menace who is just as feral as you are and when the question comes out as a choked demand, you can't even process it because just the thought of him claiming you is more than your mind can comprehend at the moment.

"I'm- You can- You don't have to pull out... It's okay, daddy. I- fuck please don't pull out," You plead. Andy chuckles as he plows back into your used cunt once more, "Princess wants daddy's cum? Hm? wanna be daddy's pretty little breeding hole?" he hums as he fucks you almost desperately. He chases his orgasm and you cling to him, pulling him down so he can nestle his face into your neck to suck on your hot, sticky skin.

You nod, "Yeah daddy! please give it to me please. Need it so bad." It's all it takes to have him sobbing deep and spent into your neck as he cums deep inside you. he shivers again, just like he always does and kisses you like his life depends on it, "love you... s'it too soon to say that? please don't think I'm crazy, y/n... I- I loved you the second you opened that door y'know... do I sound crazy" he pants and just like that, he's whispery again. Enamored and whispery but determined to double down on what he's saying. you couldn't think he's crazy even if you wanted to, "I love you too. you're... you're not crazy, Andy- or maybe you... maybe you... are..." You can't catch your breath but you need to tell him that you're his forever, "I don't really care enough to make sense of how crazy we might be... I just know I love you too." Andy hums and sits up to look at you, his fingers push his hair away from his eyes and he smiles wearily at you,

"Maybe we're not crazy if we're making sense to each other."