#ilb andy

To @anisanka , who accidentally requested Andy x MC cuddling Headcanons. There will be lots of hearts.

Andy is usually the big spoon even though he’s shorter X3

Andy doesn’t do half-assed cuddles; he’ll cling to you like a koala and burry his face in your neck and give you long open mouthed kisses all over your body (Hickies are almost always guaranteed)

You always make sure Andy takes off his binder before you cuddle, especially at night (Don’t sleep in your binder, dudes)

As a result you rarely cuddle shirtless, he always wears a loose shirt

You sometimes insist on being the big spoon, especially when he’s had a hard day; there are just times when you need to be held

Andy often lays on you when you cuddle; the weight helps ground you. And he keeps you warm.

There is no such thing as, your side of the bed, and my side of the bed in this household.

Even when you get into fights and sleep on opposite sides of the bed, one of you will be wrapped around the other within five minutes

Andy actually finds it really hard to sleep without you around

The pets always want to join in on cuddles. They’ll cling to either of you afterwards and not let go until they’re satisfied. (You don’t decide when cuddle time is over, they do.)

Warnings: NSFW

Author’s note: This is my first Andy x MC ever and I wanted it to be perfect but I guarantee it isn’t, sorry! I wrote this because I was a little disappointed that PB never gave us a chance to be physically intimate with our LI in “It Lives in the Woods”, so I took matters into my own hands. This was written with the intention of having a gender neutral MC, but I did base it off of my MC who I headcanon as non binary and whose name I use in the story once, Please go easy on me and I hope you enjoy.

It took a while before you and Andy were completely comfortable being physically intimate with one another. Of course, you’d always shown your affection to each other in numerous other ways, whether it’d be emotionally or physically. It was far from uncommon for you two to spoil each other with kisses and cuddles in public and private. There were times when you had come close, moments where he would teasingly dip his fingers beneath the waistband of your jeans and make you ache for him; times where he would trail playful nips down your navel or mark your skin dark purple kisses, but you’d never gone further than that.

You were overwhelmed with nerves when he had told you he was ready, you never wanted him to feel as if he had to push himself to satisfy you.

“You’re already more than enough,” You’d told him honestly every time he broached the topic, wringing his hands and occasionally holding back tears. It was a fear that frequently nagged at Andy, that you’d grow bored and abandon him for someone more capable. The thought slayed him.

“Andy…. you couldn’t be boring if you tried,” You had said pecking his nose, “Relationships are more than just sex.” You’d always hold him afterward, refusing to let go until you saw the pain leave his eyes.

But Andy was certain now; He wanted all of you, more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. And to have all of you, he needed to give you all of himself.

“You’re absolutely sure, Andy?” You asked for the hundredth time, rubbing circles on his back. He was nestled in between your legs, his torso flush against yours, the position you both preferred

“I’m positive,” He answered, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. He hesitates a moment before pressing his tongue against your skin, his lips brushing your nape in a series of eager open kisses. Desire builds in your core at the feeling and your arms come tighter around him,

“Andy that feels-“ You shiver, “god it’s so lovely.” It didn’t matter how many times he pleasured you like this, even the simplest gestures were enough to fill you with an astronomical amount of affection. Andy hums against your skin, his hand snakes up your side and dips beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Can I?” He asked, meeting your eyes. You nod, melting as his fingers roam your skin. He traced a finger up your navel, pressed his palm across your ribs, before eventually grazing your nipples, causing your entire body to tense and tremble.

“Mmmm…. keep t-that up, Andy,” Andy smirks against your skin, torturously moving his hand away and making you writhe from the sensation loss.

“I’ll do you one better,” He takes the seam of your shirt in his hands and tugs the garment over your head causing you to flush under his gaze,

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fi-INNE,” Pleasure bullets through you as Andy dips his head down and rakes his tongue across the stimulated skin on your chest, you cry out as he pauses to suck on the hardening area. Sensation buds at the spot between your thighs as Andy maneuvers his knee to press up against you. He smirks mischievously, tipsy off of the power he had over you; the feeling of you thrashing and shuddering beneath his lips made him ache with want.

“Sensitive huh?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your slick skin.

“Oh shut up, you,” You smile, still panting from the lingering pleasure. Andy couldn’t keep up the devilish facade for long; all it took was one look at your flustered grin to soften him again.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he presses his forehead to yours, relishing the feeling of your bare skin radiating warmth against him, “Okay, I think I’m ready,” Andy pushes off you, and you begin gently rubbing his hips. He sighs at the affectionate action, gazing into your eyes and running his hand down the length of your torso. You notice Andy’s blush deepen further as he reaches inside his sweater pocket and reveals a slim piece of fabric.

“Can you….. umm- not look…. at first?” He asked timidly, fidgeting with the navy blind fold.

“Of course. I’m fine with anything, this is about you Andy, you get to call the shots here.” His hands are gentle as he secures the blindfold around your head, you chuckle and lean into his touch. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you’re relieved to feel an easy smile on his lips as he continues trailing them down your neck, his hands absentmindedly carding through your hair. There’s a soft rustle of fabric, and you can suddenly feel his torso pressed against your back, bare and warm.

“Lean back,” he whispered against your skin. A shiver dances up your spine as you feel him straddle your hips and push you backward.

Guiding your hand by the wrist, he rests the palm of your hand against his sternum. You can feel the elastic fabric of his chest binder and the pulsing warmth of his heart gently compressed beneath. You feel him tugging your hand downward and obey, dragging your hand over the fabric, his skin, and finally resting on his toned stomach. A gasp rips itself from your chest as the weight on your hips increases and you realize he’d begun gently grinding against you.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yes!” You quake as the ache in your lower abdomen intensifies, your hips subconsciously buck up into his warmth. He lets out a groan, his stomach clenching at the sudden stimulation.

“Crap, sorry, Andy,” You blush, terrified that you’ve hurt him.

“No, it’s fine,” he soothes. A beat of silence ensues, before he suddenly traces a finger over the scrap of fabric obscuring your vision.

“You can look now,” his voice sounded too timid for your liking,

“Andy, you don’t have to, you know that,”

“I know,” And he meant it, without a doubt, “I want to, you deserve all of me.” He never once doubted or questioned whether you saw him for exactly who he was before, he knew you did. But this was different, this was vulnerable and raw; there were no barriers to cower behind here. The blindfold was shed, and your eyes adjusted to the light. The first thing your gaze settled on were his eyes. Warm, rich, hazel, orbs that glittered with adoration reserved just for you. You searched them for any sign of fear or regret, but there was none. He trusted you, completely; it was enough to make you fall to pieces.

“So…. what do you think?” Andy asked nervously, breaking you out of your trance. Your eyes glide down his form, over his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles; results from endless hours of training. Your eyes eventually fall below his waist, down the line of hair on his stomach and lower.

Andy didn’t quite know what to expect from you; he watched your face for any sign of change from how you normally looked at him. Would you still love him for who he was after seeing all of him? Would you even look at him for who he was?

“Can I touch?” You ask softly, breaking the tension. At last your gaze rose to meet his again, and the infinite amount of care and devotion that you had for him still remained, undiminished. Andy bit his lip, struggling to contain his emotions as he nodded yes. A relieved sigh dripped from him as you pressed your body against his again,

“You’re so handsome, it’s not fair,” You joke, gently nipping his neck. The anxiety in his body ebbs, and he hums blissfully as you inhale his scent. Soft moans slip from him as you trail your hands over his stomach again, around his waistline, and over the outer edge of his hips, always stopping short at the spot between his thighs.

“Chase…” His breathing comes ragged, and you’re shocked to feel him arching his hips into your hands, “Y-you can touch me there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” He nearly begged; he’d never craved pleasure this fiercely before. You didn’t dare protest. He trembles with delight at the feeling of your cold fingers as you begin stroking him. A low appreciative moan reverberates from his chest, and you feel it deep in your bones. His hips jerk forward when you plunge a finger into him while simultaneously increasing the pressure on the tense bundle of nerves at his center.

“Ah!”

“Sorry! Does this hurt?”

“No, no- Good!” He said frantically, bearing down against your movements. You speed up the pace of your fingers, drawing it out, teasing him, banking his pleasure but not quite letting him release. His eyes screw shut, his head falling back as he reaches up to pull at your hair. The unbearably pleasurable sensations branched from his abdomen, up his chest, flitting over his shoulders. He could feel his excitement dripping on to your fingers as you worked.

“Nnnh....Just like that, babe,” His breathing grows rapid, and you rest your head against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tensing and tightening as he gets closer and closer.

“Ohhhhh, god, cumming- I’m cumming…” To your surprise, he pulls off your fingers just as he’s about to fall, doubling over and panting as the tingles in his body recede enough for him to compose himself.

“Are you okay?” You rest your other hand on his, and he quickly intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He says, his eyes still heavy with desire, “I didn’t wanna …. finish, yet. Not without making you feel good too.” You lift his hand up to your lips,

“I’m fine as long as you’re satisfied, like I said, this is about you, I don’t need anything else,”

“You’re wrong. This is about us,” Andy lunges forward suddenly, attacking your neck with a series of playful nips and kisses, “If this is going to be our first first time, I wanna make you feel good too. I want all of you,” Affection spreads through you like fire; words could never come close to encapsulating how much you adored him. You bend down and brush your lips across his eye lids, hands resting on his toned shoulders. His hands move to span your waist, and impossibly, he pulls you closer.

“You can have me, love,” You whisper, “whichever way you want.” Andy smirks,

“Don’t tempt me with the possibilities,” he leans up to press another peck to your lips before sliding out from under you and approaching his nightstand. He rummages through its contents and eventually retrieves an object hidden within the depths of the top drawer; a strap on. You both flush a little deeper at the sight of it.

“I’ve um- never used this before…. or anything like it,” He looks at you meekly, before undoing the fastens on the device and strapping it around his waist. He tensed a little as he inserted one side of the object inside himself, you rest a hand on his forearm as he continues to adjust the prosthetic. A shuddery sigh slipped from his lips as he tightened the straps on his hips and positioned himself over you. You shiver with anticipation as he teases you with it, pressing it against you and dragging it against your entrance.

“Please- Andy….” Subconsciously, your arms wrap around his nape, arching yourself into him and pressing your head back against the sheets as he fills you.

“Breathe for me, babe,” he whispers, pressing a peck to your nose. You let out a shaky breath, eyes traveling down to where his pelvis is nestled against yours. It was an overwhelmingly foriegn feeling, being filled and stretched in such a manner.

“Does it hurt?” Andy’s voice was tinged with endearing concern; he nestles his face against yours and the comforting sensation causes you to relax a fraction.

“I’m fine, Andy,” He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as you adjust, “Y-you can move now.” Andy nodded, his eyebrows knitting together as he raises his hips and plunges into you. You gasp, clinging to him when he repeats the action, slowly but firmly.

A faint pink flush dusts his cheeks and shoulders from the arousal crashing over him. His breathing grows labored as he continues to thrust into you, pushing and shifting the device inside him. Pleasure bubbles in your stomach, spreading down your thighs and up your torso. A full body shudder courses through him as you begin grinding against his thrusts,

“Nnnf-“ He breathes, his hips reflexively snapping forward to meet yours. The device delves deeper inside of you at the action and warmth explodes in your lower abdomen.

“Ahhhh! Right there!” You plead, raking your hands down his back. He obeyed, angling his hips just so. Neither of you were aware of how fast and erratic your movements had grown as you desperately chased your pleasure. Every other sensation drained from your body besides the euphoria crashing over you both at every roll of your hips.

‘So good’ Andy grits his teeth, struggling to keep his release at bay, ‘so close’. But it was so much; too many sensations barreling down on him all at once. You open your eyes, shooting him a worried look when his pace slows and eventually stops as he catches his breath,

“Fuck…” He moans, knuckles whitening on the sheets.

“Are you alright? Did you wanna stop?” You ask, reaching up to brush a hand through his raven locks. They were still soft and damp from his shower earlier. His flushed skin pleasantly radiated warmth despite being slicked with sweat. He leans into your touch, whimpering as his groin begins to pulsate.

“No- close, ” He manages, chest heaving, “I-I wanna make this last longer f-for you. For us.” You give him a relieved smile, gently running your hand against the sharp line of his jaw.

“You don’t need to hold back for my sake, Andy,” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you. A desperate moan erupts from his throat as the device glides against his sensitive spot. His breath is hot and heavy against your neck as you speckle his shoulder with long open mouthed kisses.

“Come on, let me spoil you a little.” You tease. Andy’s lips quirk up into a euphoric smile; he presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m fine, just give me a sec,” He swallows thickly, collecting himself, before shifting his hips again and building up to his prior pace. A sigh drips from your lips as pressure builds up inside you once more. Andy’s eyes flutter close when you lean up and begin running your teeth against his porcelain skin in an effort to muffle your moans. The traces of tension in his muscles lax as his worries melt away, and he at last allows himself to sink into the sensation.

“Fuck- this feels-” He groans, “H-haaaaah…..”

Andy doubles his pace as you yank him down for a bruising kiss. It muffles your moans and whimpers as he continues taking you, fast and hard, unrestrained this time. He was desperate for his release; he needed it after getting so close twice.

“Harder,” You purred in his ear, rocking your hips into his next thrust. He gives a soft whine as his hips slam into yours, eyes screwed shut,

“God- I-I can’t-“ He quivers against you, hands frantically gripping yours in an attempt to anchor himself. You brush your lips against his ear so your breathe ghosts over his skin,

“Don’t you dare try to hold back again, I wanna feel you come.” Andy’s body spasms as he reaches his limit. He cries out against your neck as climax tears through him and warmth crackles through his limbs. His pleasure spills down his legs in a rush as your hips collide again, pushing you over the edge shortly after. Your vision whitens for a moment, muscles spasming as you scramble for purchase. Your legs go numb as ecstasy convulses through you in waves, making you light headed.

“Andy!”

“Oh god- Yes! Yes!” A strangled moan slips from him as he rocks his hips against yours again to elongate your high. You both shudder from overstimulation, your spent bodies growing sensitive and overwhelmed.

“Too much, baby,” You whimper, squeezing his shoulders. He rubs a hand soothingly against your shaking legs, pressing sticky lingering kisses to your neck even as his body throbbed with release.

“Shh, shh, I got you, I got you,” He doesn’t loosen his embrace on you until the tremors in your body still. You open your eyes and meet Andy’s gaze; his warm hazel eyes were filled with an immeasurable amount of adoration; it was almost too much to bear.

“You’re so incredible,” He said running his fingers through your hair, you give him a woozy smile.

“No, you.” You both burst into a fit of giggles. You wince a little as Andy pulls back, unfastening the strap on from his waist and legs. He makes a move towards the door,

“I should probably go wash up-“

“Oh no no no no,” You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him onto your lap again and planting a kiss behind his ear, “Your royal highness, first rule of sex, cuddles first, clean up after.” He chuckles as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, melting into your touch.

“Even when I’m sticky and gross?” He asked with a laugh in his tone,

“You could never be gross, and I don’t mind, but if it bugs you that much I could always lick it off you,” You say coyly; he tenses at the suggestion, shivering as you press another kiss to his nape,

“Gosh, you’ll get me hot and bothered again. I’m exhausted.” He squeezes your arm and burrows deeper into your embrace, dreading the moment you had to let go.

Reflexively, you cover your eyes as Andy begins to unclasp his binder from his chest, he glances at you with surprise, and gives a little laugh,

“I just railed you in my bed and you’re still nervous seeing my chest?”

“I’m just being safe, love.” You smirk, still refusing to remove your hands; Andy practically melts with affection. He slides in next to you, resting his body weight on top of you and laying his head over your chest. Warmth between you two as you wrap your arm protectively around him; he never wanted the moment to end.

“I love you, Chase Tuong.”

Everyone on the basketball team calls them “Wingus” and “Dingus”

When Andy told MC what Ben did to him, MC broke their leg kicking Ben’s ass, (no one on the basketball team ever messed with either of them ever again)

MC always makes sure Andy binds safely; they make sure he takes off his binder before they sleep together

MC always covers their eyes when he’s changing out of his binder

Andy is shorter than MC so he always smothers them with neck kisses

Andy is Top ;3

Andy knows how to braid hair and braids MC’s hair (long haired male MC)

They cook for each other; both have set off the fire alarm at least twice

MC skipped prom night to go to physical therapy with Andy when his leg was healing

JiJi and Andy are best friends; MC loves them both to death

They go to the gym together

They have matching rings, everyone thinks they’re married; when asked, they neither confirm nor deny X3

All the fucking PDA

They borrow each other’s clothes

Andy has totally railed MC in the locker rooms at College

When Andy was in a wheelchair after his surgeries, he’d put MC in his lap and they’d roll around together

MC was there for both of Andy’s leg surgeries and his top surgery; they were the first person Andy saw before and after the surgeries.

They totally cut each other’s hair during quarantine

They kiss each other’s scars a lot; Andy kisses the ones on MC’s wrist from Jane, and MC kisses the scars on Andy’s knee

When they cuddle, Andy rests his body weight on MC, it helps ground them

“I’m great, life’s great, I get to spend the rest of my life with that dork, my life’s great.” - MC about Andy