#mornfic

You hated airports, the noise, lights, and stress that came with going anywhere near a plane was almost enough to make you never want to get on one, almost. But of course, you never said no to travelling, especially when it came to travelling with your boyfriend, Andrew, who you’d been living with for a year and a half now in his house in County Wicklow.

He’d just come back from touring a couple weeks ago, and had decided to surprise you with an intimate vacation, just the two of you, to the south of Europe, though you didn’t really remember where he said he’d be taking you. In any case, you were now in the airport, having just passed security and waiting for the gate to your flight to open. Andrew sat next to you in those weird metal seats that were always next to the gate, which were, oddly enough, considering you were going to a very popular tourist destination. Although maybe it was because it was barely past 3am, and no one but Andrew would book a flight this early.

Your head rested on his shoulder, eyes threatening to close as he caressed your thigh lovingly. “Don’t sleep yet, baby, you can nap on the plane, okay?” He whispered, kissing your forehead right after. You could only whine softly in reply, looking up at him through sleepy eyes.

“Andy, it’s three in the morning, I’m tired.” You complained, trying to sleep just for a little while before going on the plane.

“You can sleep on the plane, I got us seats with extra space just so you can sleep comfortably.” He kissed your head again.

“I can’t sleep on planes, there’s too much noise and they’re too shaky.” You whined again, exaggerating your inability to sleep on planes just slightly. In reality you could do it just fine, they just had to be longer flights so you could get used to the environment. In any case, Andrew knew you were just being dramatic.

“Try staying awake for me, love, if you fall asleep I’ll fall asleep too, and then we’ll miss the flight.” He kissed your jaw a couple times, holding you close.

“You keep me awake, then.” You grumbled petulantly.

He sighed, taking your hand in his. “I was gonna wait to give you this at the hotel, but I guess I can give it to you now.”

“What are you giving me?” You asked softly, still leaning on his shoulder, excitement lacing your voice.

Andrew didn’t answer, he just stood up and pulled you with him, taking the bags as well. You walked hand in hand to the bathroom, he pulled you into the women's toilets. “These are cleaner.” He mumbled as an excuse.

The toilets were, of course, completely empty, he pulled you into the stall furthest away from the door, leaving the carry-ons on the floor with you both. Immediately, his lips were on yours with loving, careful kisses intended to fully wake you up.

“Are you really going to fuck me in the airport bathrooms to wake me up?” You teased quietly between kisses, already smiling.

“Not quite, no.” He chuckled, then quickly pulled away from you to get something from his under-seat bag. You heard a faint buzzing before he stood up and faced you again.

“What’s that?” You asked, already feeling your face heating up.

“A little toy, thought you’d stay awake if you had a bit of… stimulation.” He chuckled, pulling at the drawstring of your sweatpants until he could take them off you. You could only smile shyly at the thought.

You took a few steps back as Andrew’s body pushed yours, hitting the wall almost immediately. He kneeled in front of you, taking off your pants and putting them over his shoulders, he kissed your thighs as his hands pulled at your panties, they were off your legs and in his pocket in seconds. His hand guided your left leg over his shoulder right before he nuzzled his face into your pussy, his nose immediately finding your clit and brushing against it. His tongue moved between your lower lips, a moan escaping him as he tasted you.

For a moment, he completely forgot he was supposed to be doing something else, completely lost in your taste, eating you like a man starved as his nose pressed against you just right. Your hands would’ve been in his hair already if he hadn’t been wearing that beige cap he always had on when travelling, you didn’t mind it usually, most of the time you even liked it. Right now it was your enemy, stopping you from grabbing his hair and looking at his gorgeous face while he lost himself in you. Without thinking, you pushed the damn thing off his head, leaving it to hang from his man bun. Andrew chuckled against you before moaning as you grabbed his hair between your fingers and pulled needily.

He kept going, savoring the taste of you, building up enough willpower to pull back away from you, despite how much he wanted to stay buried in you for the next hour until you had to board your plane. A string of saliva and your own fluids still joined his face to your pussy, his face glistening with your juices.

“As much as I’d love to keep going, I did have a plan that didn’t really involve all this, and I’d like to go back to it.” He chuckled, reaching for the toy that he’d taken from his bag earlier. It was a wearable vibrator and dildo with a remote, you’d seen Andrew eyeing one up for you each time you’d bought any new toys with him.

“Really?” You chuckled softly, your hands still in his hair.

“I wanted to make you wear it during our romantic dinner tomorrow at the hotel, but you clearly need it more now.” He teased, already rubbing the dildo part of it teasingly against your entrance, lubing it as best he could.

“Oh.“ You gasp softly, a little shocked at his confession.

“You okay with this?” He asked, his eyes shining with the reflection of the bathroom fluorescent lights, pupils completely dilated. You never knew how he managed to make asking for consent so incredibly sexy, but he did it each and every time.

“Yeah,” you nodded, he smiled. Immediately, you felt the dildo sliding into you, making you bite your lip to keep quiet.

Andrew’s hands adjusted the toy until it was perfectly against you while his lips kissed your thighs, you could only whine quietly at the feeling. He forced your legs together to keep it in place while you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Let’s do a little test run, yeah?” He whispered against you, taking the remote out of his pocket and turning it on. “It’s just got four modes, this should be quick.”

The first mode was the tamest one, just a buzz and some movement from the dildo, enough to keep you stimulated but nowhere near enough to make you finish.

The second was kind of like the first one, just more intense, maybe enough to make you finish, but only after a long while.

Third one was a big jump in intensity, you had to bite back a moan, which made Andrew smile. “You okay, baby?” He asked in a quiet, teasing tone, caressing your leg lovingly. You nodded in response. “Gonna do the last one now, okay? Get ready, all the reviews said it was very intense.”

“Sure,” you chuckled, only to eat your words right after as he clicked the button and the toy started to vibrate and move in the perfect way to make you shiver. You felt your legs weakening as you held back your moans. Andrew did too, immediately standing up to hold you by the waist just in time for your legs to give out for a second and make you slide down the wall, you held on to him on instinct.

He laughed, kissing your cheek, before he whispered in your ear. “You can’t cum until we’re on the plane, and if you don’t finish before the plane takes off you won’t get to until we’re at the hotel and I’m eating you out, got it?” He explained pulling your panties back up your legs as you nodded in response. “Words.” He commands, pressing the toy tighter against you, making it even more intense.

“Yes.” You whined, your head on his shoulder.

“Yes, what?” He teased, pressing harder.

“Yes, sir.” A moan escaped you right after.

“That’s my good girl,” he kissed your neck, helping you put your pants back on.

He lowered the intensity to two before sending you out of the stall, smacking your ass as you walked out. You leaned against the wall as he washed his hands, face, and adjusted his cap again, after which he grabbed the bags and walked out with you holding onto his arm like nothing had happened.

Upon arriving back at your gate you noticed there were more people around now. Your face heating up, fully realising what you’d agreed to. Andrew sat next to you, one hand in his pocket and the other on your thigh. You leaned your head on his shoulder again, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling between your legs as you felt the intensity go up to three. Your leg began bouncing. Andrew chuckled.

“Just a few more minutes until we start boarding the plane, love.” You whined in response, your legs squeezing shut as you felt your arousal dampening your crotch.

“Please…” you begged, trying to not make it obvious.

“I don’t know what you’re asking for, baby, you need to be more clear.” He teased.

“Can I–“ a whine interrupted you, Andrew had put it up to four. A couple deep breaths later, you spoke again. “Can I finish, please?” You asked quietly.

“Are we on the plane?” He asked back, a smirk on his face.

“No…” you mumble.

“Then there’s your answer.” You could hear the smile in his voice, his hand moved from your thigh to your scalp, massaging it lovingly.

The buzzing between your legs calmed down slightly, Andrew having bumped it down just two again. You went back to focusing on not cumming while Andrew pet you, and before you knew it, you’d slipped into a sort of trance, verging on entering subspace. Andrew noticed your state, and while normally he loved seeing you in subspace, this wasn’t a safe environment for you to slip out in, especially when you were about to board a plane.

“Baby, hey, look at me,” he whispered, stopping his massage and moving your head so you’d look at him. Your eyes were glazed over, pupils wide and dilated, he sighed, hating the fact that he had to pull you out of it when you always looked so pretty like this. “Stand up, come on, let’s go to the boarding queue.”

He stood up, pulling you with him and grabbing both your bags and his, all while holding you up by your waist. The plane started to board quickly, when the flight attendants looked at your’s and Andrew’s passports they stopped you.

“Are you okay?” One of them asked you quietly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, the combination of sleepiness and overwhelming arousal making you sound like you were high. “I just hate flying so I took a couple sleeping pills and they’re starting to work earlier than I thought.” You lied.

The flight attendant looked relieved, now smiling at you and Andrew. “Right, well, get to your seat quickly so you can sleep.” They chuckled, Andrew helped you along, holding you tight so you wouldn’t fall on your shaky legs.

You found your seats quickly, Andrew put the bags away while you sat down in your window seat. He sat next to you in the middle seat, putting his guitar in the aisle seat, giving you a bit of extra privacy. Your eyes locked on his, silently asking for permission to finally cum, he smiled.

“Go ahead, baby, just don’t make any noise, okay?” He whispered, kissing your face as he put the toy up to the highest setting. You breathed heavily, suppressing your moans as you finally let your orgasm wash over you, the intensity overwhelming crashing over you in waves, your legs shaking slightly. Andrew smiled at the sight of you, kissing your forehead.

You started to quietly whine from overstimulation, he stopped the toy completely and you fell asleep almost immediately, completely exhausted. He moved your head to his shoulder, making sure you didn’t fall over while sleeping.

You woke up hours later, about 30 minutes before the plane landed, Andrew was awake and reading a book, you groaned softly, he immediately turned to you.

“Look who’s awake,” he laughed softly, kissing your forehead. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Bit tired still,” you mumbled, leaning into him rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “When are we landing?”

“Soon, in about thirty minutes I think.” He kissed your face, his hand on your thigh. “Anything bothering you?”

He smiled at that, you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.” You laughed, “it is, though, a little bit.” You added in a shy whisper squirming in your seat, hoping no one in the plane would overhear you.

“Poor thing, when we get off the plane I’ll take it out for you, yeah?” He kissed your temple now, still caressing your leg.

After the plane landed and you got off it, Andrew pulled you into the bathrooms before passport check, taking you into a stall with him and immediately kneeling down between your legs.

“Don’t kneel in airport bathrooms, that’s disgusting.” You teased softly, his hands already pulling down your pants and underwear in a single movement. He smiled at you.

“You didn’t say anything about it before, and it's the women’s bathroom, it’s fine.” he shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his cheeks.

“I was half asleep, and also not really, I’ve seen some disgusting stuff in them.” you giggled, face scrunching in disgust.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes, suppressing a laugh before kissing your inner thigh.

He guided your legs to be more spread apart, just enough for him to fondle you a bit before pulling the vibrator out of you. You bit your lower lip, suppressing a moan, your breath hitching in your throat, and for a second your legs felt weak again. Andrew buried his face in your core, taking in your smell ,his tongue darting out to taste you.

You could feel the smile on his face as he licked at you, swallowing your essence like it was ambrosia. It took all your willpower to push him away, even if you didn’t want him to stop, you had to get your luggage and go to the hotel, and the thought of getting caught doing this, though as exciting as it was, it was definitely not worth the time and embarrassment you’d spend explaining it to airport security.

“Sorry, pet,” Andrew laughed as you pushed him off, kissing the inside of your thigh as an apology. “Couldn’t resist, you know I love how you taste.”

“Can you wait until we’re at the hotel? I want it, just not in a public space.” His hands dressing your lower half once again as you spoke.

“Of course.” He stood up, giving you a quick kiss before putting away the vibrator, grabbing the bags off the floor and walking out with you.

***

The next few hours were a blur. You grabbed your checked luggage and took a taxi to the hotel. It was a quick ride through the city and then rushing to get to the hotel room. You barely cared about the country you were in right now, you just wanted to have him for yourself, and Andrew’s thoughts seemed to be more of the same.

As soon as you were left alone, he was on you like a predator on prey, hands roaming every inch of your body, pulling at your clothes to get them off. You were just as eager, getting him shirtless and fumbling with his belt out of excitement within seconds of the door locking. He kissed you hungrily, immediately dominating the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, desperate to taste you.

You guided him to the bed, falling on it while you giggled, he growled instead, tearing off what little clothes you still had on, a primal look in his eyes as he crawled on top of you.

“You look excited.” You teased, raising your knee slightly to put pressure on his cock and finding him already rock hard.

“You have no idea.” He hissed, pushing down your leg with his hand. “I’ve been like this since I turned that toy on back in Ireland, you can’t imagine what’s coming for you right now.”

“I think I can, actually.” A smirk appeared on your face, Andrew just chuckled, taking off his pants and underwear before going back to caging you in under him.

He pinched your side in a futile attempt to reprimand you, his other hand caressing your body. You, on the other hand, couldn’t take your eyes off his cock, fully hard and leaking, drops of precum dripping onto your lower abdomen. He straightened up, now kneeling on the bed between your legs, both his hands on your waist.

“Would you mind if I was a bit selfish today, love?” He asked.

You pouted playfully in response, you knew that question meant he wasn’t going to eat you out “Why?”

“Because,” he started, kissing down from your neck to your chest as he spoke. “As much as I love tasting you, I’ve been hard for so long that if I did my usual routine right now, I’d probably finish before I even got to feel you properly.”

You felt your face heating up as he spoke, your mouth moved to speak but was interrupted by his own latching on to your nipple and sucking lightly, making you moan instead.

“I know you love that idea, but I want you full, I wanna see my cum dripping out of you. Is that okay with you, baby?” He murmured, his hands tightening their grip on you. You nodded in response, parting your legs even more to make it easier for him, but he just chuckled. “Words, darling, you know I need to hear you” he tsks.

“Fuck, Andy, please. Please fuck me, please.” You whined, arching your hips towards him.

He laughed, kissing you lovingly, one of his hands travelled down to your slit, gathering your wetness before spreading it on his cock. “My pretty little pet, you’re so cute when you’re needy.” He cooed, grabbing one of your thighs with his other hand to put you in a better position.

Without wasting anymore time, he aligned himself with your entrance and thrust forward, slowly sheathing himself inside you despite how badly he wanted to let go and lose himself in you. You moaned softly, his lips found your neck again, kissing and nibbling as he stilled his movements for a second, leaving you time to adjust to his size.

You moved your hips slightly, silently begging him to start moving already, he listened immediately, slowly thrusting in and out of you. He changed the angle a bit, holding one of your legs up to hit that perfect spot inside you. The feeling overwhelming you, your mind fogging up as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.

Andrew’s free hand moved to your waist, holding it tightly. He pulled his face out of your neck, his eyes focusing on the beads of sweat forming on your skin. Leaning down he licked your chest, drinking up every drop that ran along it. His hand on your leg moved to play with your clit, flicking it and pressing against it just fast enough to make you squirm without getting you too close to the edge. Your moans kept getting louder and louder with each press of his finger against your clit.

“So pretty,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

You whined and nodded, starting to feel that all too familiar knot of arousal in your tummy.

“Can’t even speak, can you? Poor thing.” He kissed your face condescendingly, a chuckle escaping him. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.”

You felt dizzy, your need for release almost painful. Andrew could tell you were on the verge, his pace quickening.

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby. s‘gonna be dripping out of you.” He murmured into your skin, your hands flew to his hair and shoulders, holding onto him like a lifeline. “Gonna get you pregnant, fill you up until you have my baby inside you…”

Andrew’s heart stopped for a second at his own words, though his movements never faltered. He didn't know where that kink was coming from, but he liked it, he liked it a lot. He could tell by the clenching of your walls around him that you did as well.

Your arms pulled him close almost by their own volition, your lips meeting his for a split second before he pulled back.

“Andy, please.” You managed to moan through your arousal. “Breed me, fuck–”

Words failed you, the feeling of him thrusting into you while playing with your clit, combined with the dirty talk was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen snapped, your legs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. You cried out, loud moans turning into pathetic little whines and whimpers as Andrew focused solely on himself for the first time all day.

He went faster, harder, letting out soft groans as he neared his own climax. His thrusts became erratic for a few seconds before he released inside you, his hips stilling completely against yours. You felt his cock twitching inside you, his lips on your neck and chest leaving bruising kisses on your skin.

“Don't move, baby, let it fill you up a bit longer.” He murmured, still hard inside you.

He ground against you, just enough to have his pubic bone rubbing against your clit. You whined from overstimulation, Andrew smiled into your skin.

After going fully soft inside you, he pulled back, admiring your pussy as it dripped with his cum. “Sorry for not discussing… that, earlier.” He whispered apologetically, kissing your thigh.

“What? The breeding kink? It's fine, I liked it.” You shrugged, the sheets of the bed feeling even more comfortable than before.

“I know, but still.” He smiled, kissing you again. “We should explore it a bit more later, maybe after dinner?”

“Or after a nap?”

“I like that,” he smiled, “gotta clean you up first though.”

You whined at that. “Don't. I like how it feels.” You pouted playfully.

“Fine, fine, I won't.” He teased, moving to cuddle with you. “You really wanna get pregnant that bad?”

“I'm on birth control.” you roll your eyes at him.

“Stop taking it and let me put a baby in you properly.” He joked, though you could've sworn you heard some seriousness in his tone.

The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.

“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.

“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.

Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”

“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.

“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”

“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him

“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”

“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.

“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”

“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.

“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.

“You definitely are.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.

Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.

You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.

Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”

“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.

You nodded, he smiled.

He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.

You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.

He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.

He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.

You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.

He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.

“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”

“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.

“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.

“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.

“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”

“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.

“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.

“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”

“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”

“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.

“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.

“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.

“You're lucky I do.”

You and Andrew had been dating for a few months now, it was a great relationship all things considered, he was caring and attentive, but he obviously had his moments sometimes, you always tried to be the best girlfriend possible for him, and he tried to be the best boyfriend for you. It was a very healthy relationship, the healthiest you’d had - although that wasn’t much of a high bar -, you both talked about pretty much everything with each other, sex being a big topic since, as you discovered once you started dating, both Andrew and yourself have pretty high libidos. In just these past months you had discovered many things about each other, Andrew discovered your inclination for being more submissive, the way your eyes would light up whenever he took control was something that drove him wild. Meanwhile, you had noticed Andrew’s preference for dominance, how he’d just take control every time and then take care of you once it was over, all this, however, had brought you to find out something about yourself that you didn’t even know you wanted, to call him daddy, you craved that dynamic and the role of being his girl, both in and outside the bedroom.

You had been dropping hints, if you could even call them that, of wanting him to be more protective and almost fatherly with you, but you’d never admit the latter out loud to him, no matter how much you wanted it you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. Even though he seemingly had been picking up the hints and had started being more protective and taking care of you more, you still refused to tell him what you really wanted, something he’d obviously noticed.

As you sat on the couch in his living room after a shower, already in your pyjama shorts and one of his shirts, ready to spend the night at his house like you’d been doing practically every weekend for the past month and a half, your mind got clouded with fantasies once more, you could feel yourself getting wet already just from the images in your mind, and then your fantasies started getting deeper, the image of Andrew fucking you while you called him daddy started to become clearer and clearer, you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together, wishing for some friction while, unbeknownst to you, Andrew entered the room. He looked you up and down, his green eyes taking in your figure while he stood just out of your sight, your legs rubbing together, your breathing hitching every so often, your eyes glazed over while your mind was somewhere else, and the way you were biting the tip of your thumb, all while you were sitting on the corner of the sofa, almost curled up in a ball while his shirt made you look smaller than you were. To say he was entranced was putting it mildly, he quietly approached you, sitting next to you on the couch in a way that his left arm was on the backrest and his torso was facing you, his weight shifting the cushion and bringing you back to reality.

“Something on your mind, baby?” He asked once your gaze turned to him.

“No,” you lied.

He tilted his head to the side, his left arm moving to caress your cheek. “You’ve been a bit off lately, do you need to talk about something?”

You shook your head lightly, not wanting to outright lie to him again but still unable to tell him what had been on your mind for weeks now. Andrew frowned for a fraction of a second before he caught himself, his expression now firm. “Are you really going to make me have to guess what this is about?” He asked, his right hand moving to your hip.

“It’s nothing bad, just some thoughts I’ve been having,” you said softly, not knowing if you wanted him to drop the subject or dig deeper into it.

“What kind of thoughts?” His expression turned slightly worried as he spoke, “you know you can talk to me about everything, love.”

“They’re… uhm… sexual thoughts.” You admitted, Andrew smiled, breathing a sigh of relief at your words.

“You want to try something new?” He asked with a smirk.

“Kinda… I don’t want to say it out loud…”

“What if I get it out of you?” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your lips as his hand started drawing shapes on your hip.

“How?” You asked.

“You just lay back and let me do my thing, you’ll say something eventually.” He started peppering kisses on your neck. “Would you like that, baby?”

You were unsure of what to answer, you didn’t know if you wanted to admit to your fantasy yet, but you were also extremely horny right now, so you agreed. Andrew’s hands moved to the hem of your shirt as his lips kissed along your neck and towards your lips. He kissed you deeply, your hands instinctively moving to tangle in his hair pulling him even closer. Slowly, he grabbed your shirt and pulled it off you, throwing it somewhere on the floor before going back to kissing you, his tongue pressing against your lips, asking for entry. You parted your lips ever so slightly, his tongue darting in and exploring your mouth as he pleased, his hands explored your body, one of them playing with your nipple while the other moved to pull off your shorts. You moved one of your hands to help him, taking off your shorts and underwear in one quick motion.

Andrew pulled back for a second, his eyes roaming your figure, taking in every curve to memory like this would be his last time with you. He moved his hands to your legs, pulling at them so you’d be laying down on the couch instead of sitting. He took off his shirt, letting you reach out and touch his bare chest and abdomen, you squeezed his man boobs and the slight bit of chub he had on his tummy with a smile, he chuckled. “You’re always doing that, I don’t get it.” He said as he leaned in to start kissing your neck again.

“You like my tits, can I not like yours?” You teased, moaning softly as his beard scratched your throat.

“‘S’not the same,” he retorted before leaving a small hickey right under your ear, making you whine in pleasure.

He left a trail of kisses from your neck to your mound, stopping for a while on your breasts to tease and suck at your nipples before finishing his journey. He parted your legs, smirking at the sight of your glistening core. “Someone’s excited,” he teased, “are you going to tell me what the new thing you want to try is?”

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. “You’re not finishing until you do, princess.” He stated, and before you could even ask what he meant by that his head dove between your thighs and he started eating you out like it was his last meal. He sucked on your clit while his fingers teased your entrance, your soft moaning was the only sound that mattered to him in that moment. He plunged his finger inside you, pumping a few times before inserting another one, his tongue pressing against your clit as he hummed softly, making it vibrate just enough that your moaning started becoming louder and louder. His fingers moved at a relentless pace, bringing you closer to the edge every time they bottomed out. You were trembling from his touch, the pleasure was overwhelming you in the most perfect way, and just when on the verge of release, Andrew pulled away, leaving you empty and needy, you whined, calling out his name in a needy voice while pouting, but he didn’t do anything other than kissing your thigh every so often

After your body calmed down, Andrew dove right back in, this time his mouth was on your entrance, his tongue going in and out of you as he moved his head just right so his nose was brushing against your clit. Slowly, your moans picked up again, now taking a more whiny tone since you were slightly more sensitive than before, the way his nose pressed against you while he moaned from your taste was driving you wild, you could feel your orgasm approaching once more, your hands went to tangle in his hair once more, pushing his head slightly into your pussy. But it was in vain, since he pulled away again the moment he could feel you on the edge of ecstasy. You whined again, but louder this time. “Andyyy…” you cried out. “Please let me cum.” You begged in another whine.

“We’ll see,” he smiled mischievously.

He repeated this same thing over and over again, bringing you to the brink of climax before taking it away and starting again once your body had calmed down. Over the course of what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to an hour and a half, he brought you to the edge around six or seven times, perhaps more, but you had lost count after the fourth, your mind clouded and your eyes full of tears from frustration. You had begged Andrew over and over again to just let you orgasm, him doing this so you would tell him what it was you wanted to try was a distant memory now, your brain was a mess, your body was on fire and the only thing in your mind was the need to finish.

He dove back in again, and the feeling of his mouth on you made something snap in your mind, you started begging again for release. “Please… please just let me cum… please daddy.”

Andrew stopped his ministrations the second the word “daddy” left your lips, he lifted his head from between your thighs while you repeatedly cursed yourself in your head, you closed your eyes, you couldn’t even dare to look at him. “Baby,” he said, an audible smile in his voice. “What’d you just say?”

“N-nothing,” you stuttered.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you obeyed, your eyes opening and looking into his. “Say that last word again.”

“Daddy…” you repeated yourself, his eyes looking right into your soul, you’d never felt so exposed before now. Your desire for the earth to swallow you so strong that you didn’t even notice the way he smiled or how his eyes were dark with lust.

“Is that what you wanted to try out, baby?” He crawled on top of you, already knowing the answer. “You want me to be your daddy?”

You nodded, Andrew practically moaned in response, his lips clashing against yours. He deepened the kiss as you returned it, his hand moved back to your core and he inserted two fingers inside you while his thumb played with your clit. You started whining again, but you didn’t speak this time. “Cum for me, baby,” he cooed softly, “cum for daddy.”

Pleasure quickly overwhelmed you, his words made ecstasy run through your veins as he fingered you. You came in less than two minutes, covering his fingers with your juices. “Good girl,” he said softly, kissing your forehead while you were still riding out your orgasm on his fingers.

“You… like being called daddy?” You asked, slightly out of breath.

“I fucking love it,” he answered in a loud whisper, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to your mouth. “Clean them up, baby, be a good girl for daddy.”

You did as told, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking them clean, Andrew looked at you intently, taking deep breaths to stop himself from pouncing on you just yet.

“And do you want me to be your daddy all the time, or only when we’re having sex?” He asked, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a pop! sound.

“All the time,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heating up as you finished speaking.

“Does that mean you’ll be daddy’s little girl?” Andrew questioned while his hand cupped your face, caressing it softly. You nodded, he smiled. “Good girl.”

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, “do you want daddy’s cock, baby? D’you want daddy to fill you up?” He asked, and you nodded again, making him shake his head and chuckle. “Use your words, princess, beg for it a little bit.”

“Please daddy, please fuck me…” you begged, looking up at him with sad puppy eyes.

“Much better,” he smiled, taking off his pants and boxers in one gesture, his cock springing free, his tip flushed and glistening from the precum. “Open your legs, baby, let daddy see you properly.”

You opened your legs more, Andrew smiled, he leaned closer, rubbing his cock against your entrance to lube it up slightly before slowly pushing in, inciting quiet gasps and moans from the both of you. He bottomed out, “Fuck.” you moaned softly, throwing your head back onto the sofa cushions.

“That’s it, baby, such a pretty little thing.” He cooed, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. He slowly started moving his hips, helping you get used to the stretch. He kept a slow consistent pace, low moans escaping him every so often. You whined, asking Andrew to go faster, but he didn’t. “Ask properly, baby.”

“Faster, daddy, please.” You begged softly, and Andrew obliged, his pace quickening to an unholy speed, the sound of skin against skin louder than ever. Your mind was completely clouded, you could barely form a sentence as his cock slammed into you over and over in the most perfect way. His hands explored your body with wild abandon, travelling from your hips to your breasts, teasing and pinching at your nipples, eliciting loud and obscene moans from deep within you. He leaned down, kissing your neck and collarbone again with a reverence and softness that starkly contrasted the hedonistic way in which he fucked you.

You moaned loudly as his grip on you tightened, your own hands reaching out to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss, he moaned into your mouth, his cock twitching inside you ever so slightly. One of his hands moved from your hips, leaving a faint mark on your skin that would only become more noticeable as the night progressed, his fingers found your clit, the feeling made you hiss with pleasure. His movements became slightly erratic, his thrusts turning less consistent and stronger as he lost himself in you. You buckled your hips up to meet his as pure lust ran through your veins, his fingers on your clit moving faster with each passing second.

“D-daddy, please, I’m gonna…” you moaned, begging for his permission to cum, Andrew smiled, leaning to speak in your ear.

“Gonna cum, baby? ‘S that it?” He teased, his fingers moving faster on your clit as he fucked you. “Come for daddy, baby. Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock.” He whispered in your ear.

That was all you needed to come undone, your orgasm washing over you with a blinding pleasure that made you see pure white for a few seconds, your body tensing up as you screamed in bliss. Your pussy tightened around Andrew’s cock, his own resolve crumbling as he released himself inside you, he kept slowly fucking you through both of your orgasms until the threat of overstimulation was present in your whines and his moans. He stilled himself inside you, buried to the hilt in your warmth, not wanting to move just yet.

You were breathing heavily, your mind slowly coming back from wherever it had wondered off to while Andrew fucked every thought out of you. He was kissing your neck again as his own way of coming back to reality, “‘m gonna pull out now, gonna need you to keep my cum inside you until I can clean you up so my couch doesn’t get completely ruined.” He said between kisses, “think you can do that for me, baby?” You nodded, then, slowly, he pulled his softening member from you, trying not to make a mess on the couch.

He put himself back in his boxers, leaving for the bathroom and coming back with a damp washcloth a few moments later. He cleaned you up as best he could, retrieving your panties from the floor and putting them back on you. Once you were clean, he picked you up and laid down on the couch with you on top of him, your head laying on his chest, his left hand held you tightly by the waist while his right played with your hair

“I would’ve started calling you daddy sooner if I’d known that you’d react like this,” you teased lightly, nuzzling your head in his chest.

You gazed out your window, sleepy eyes reverently observing the sunrise. Your heart swelled— somehow, the sunrise always felt prettier when you had someone to love. Really, everything in life gets slathered in beauty

And, oh, how close your love was. He was staying in your shitty apartment instead of his big, old house. The one that had no air conditioning, that he needed to get renovated when he moved in to even be able to piss in the bathroom. It also frequently got infested with bugs. Andrew tried everything, but nothing really worked. Not bug traps, nor the exterminator, nor closing the gaps in the house.

So, currently the house was getting fumigated. Maybe these bugs realized how he was made for you. Maybe they were on your side— the ultimate matchmakers. You giggled into your pillow at the mere thought.

You got up and rolled out of bed. Work was in 30 minutes— it was probably best to suck it up and stop staring at the sky, like some sort of romantic. Even if you very well were. You stumbled out of your room, hair frizzy, face bare, eyes blurry.

Your sleepy legs made their way into the kitchen, every step a battle. You weren't paying attention, your mind was way better at thinking about your pretty best friend. In consequence, you bumped into the man himself. Face hitting his chest, you let out a tired groan. You looked up at him with weary eyes— one of his hands ended up on your shoulder, steadying you.

“Clumsy morning, huh?”

You cover your mouth, hiding a yawn. Andrew laughed, a warm, mellow, welcoming sound. Wanting him was your only absolute this early. Everything was blurry, you really didn't care about anything, you were tired, and your head hurt. But you wanted him, and you wanted him now.

“I made french toast.” He said, letting you go, interrupting your thinking.

You happily hummed, sitting down at the table as he set a plate in front of you, “Thank you, Andy”

“No problem. And I'm sorry for this being all so sudden. Thank you for taking me in. It… it really means a lot, you're a sweetheart. Truly.”

Your cheeks flushed, and it took you a few seconds to compose yourself before you dug into your pancakes.

Once you were done stuffing your face, you quickly got ready for your job. You organized books at the local library— and you sure as hell dressed the part. You decided on a patterned button down and black trousers- hell, your elderly neighbor dressed younger than you.

Work was boring as fuck, but at least it was Friday, so no more work for a couple days. You got through the day with one too many cups of coffee and at least one “smoke break”, which was really just a lap around the block to get away from work for a few minutes.

You didn't have the worst job ever—hell, the pay was the best you'd had. But it was tedious, and mind-numbingly boring. Especially when you had a man at home. Not your man, but rather the man you were given the curse of being “just friends” with.

You were utterly thrilled, yet exhausted at the end of the day, when you took the bus home and planned what movie you and Andy were to watch.

Your aching legs made their way up the stairs, your hand holding tightly onto the handrail, trying not to fall down the steps from how drowsy you were. The sweet promise of seeing your best friend filled you, though, and it did almost numb your pain.

You finally reached your floor, opening the door, heart warm and fuzzy, and your eyes befell a beautiful, but shocking sight.

Andrew lay there, on your cozy couch, in sweatpants and a white ribbed tank top. Even that was enough to stun you. His eyes were focused, glazed over, head tilted back. His hair was messy, tangled.

In one hand, he held a small, black journal- with striking similarity to your dream journal. You’d been using it for a few months now and had written every dream you’d had in it, while it had started out with innocent little fairytales, your dreams had become far less appropriate as of late. So the journal mostly was composed of dirty descriptions of intimacy- all with Andrew. This was the book that you mistakenly left open on your coffee table the night before. His other hand was under his sweatpants, gripping tightly, stroking his cock with wild abandon. He knew it was wrong, that he was invading your privacy, but god, was he weak for you.

“So fuckin’ hot…” He groans, the world around him fuzzy and blurred. “Please” he whimpered, bucking into his hand, a bit of drool leaking onto his chest, soaking the hair that peeked out from under that singlet.

You took it all in, and realized that you should not be watching this. You quickly shut the door, followed by a loud curse from Andy. You could feel your heart pounding in your ear. Fuck, were you wet. You were still in your work clothes, very much dressed like a librarian. But you couldn’t deny the wetness underneath it all, you felt your panties soaking more and more as the seconds passed by, you hated and loved what his simple yet perverted act was doing to you.

Behind the door, Andrew quickly put his conscious, ever twitching length away under those unintentionally slutty grey sweatpants. Or intentionally— you knew this man. Despite his very common bouts of disliking everything about himself, he knew how hot others saw him. And he wasn’t an idiot— he'd seen your reverent stares. He'd noticed how you always stayed wrapped in his arms just a second too long after hugs. He knew that you were attracted to him on some level. Maybe not the full extent, but he knew something was up.

How could he ruin this by wanking off to your private journal? Once his dick was put away, still twitching, leaking a bit in his pants, he ran his hand through his hair, hunched over, filled with guilt. Your moleskin-wrapped journal was abandoned on the floor. Man, did he fuck up.

You leaned into the door, your voice shaky— you were embarrassed, turned on, and terrified all at the same time.

“Andy… you decent?” you called out on the other side of the thin door, meek.

He looked up from his hands covering his flushed face, and responded a very pathetic, “Yea… Ehm, yeah, I am.” He shifted awkwardly, before his pretty hazel eyes fixed upon the floor. Shamed, and rightfully cockblocked.

You opened the door, slowly walking back into your apartment, your eyes focused on the floor, too embarrassed to look over at him. His breathing was shaky— he was scared to take even one step closer to you.

“I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t—“ he cut himself off, taking in a deep breath before speaking again. “I have no excuse, I really, really don’t. I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I was.. you were gone, found yer book… and… and I thought you were working, and I'm so fucking sorry, Ang-” He cut himself off with a sob, one finger nervously twisting at a curl.

Angel, huh? The man was always such a sweet talker when he fucked up. Now you weren't even mad at him, how could you be? You wished you could have the image of him pleasuring himself burnt into your eyelids. But you snapped out of these filthy thoughts when he spoke again.

“I’ll just leave, I know you probably need to process this whole thing, but please don’t—“

“No- I mean, it’s…” You took a heavy breath in. Please keep going. You thought, but what slipped out was a little more civil;

“We all do it, yeah? So… so…” You took another heavy breath in, your tone changing to a softer one. “Don’t leave.”

His heart broke with your last words, how could he say no to you?

“No, no, I'm… really sorry, that journal was private. And… and it's not fair to you,” cue the chorus of sniffles, “It's none of my business, even if it's about-”

And when you thought your cheeks couldn't flush more. Your best friend was sobbing, and yet you couldn't help but notice the outline in those sweats. Long, hard, twitching, leaking onto the waistband. Oh, how you wish to swallow it whole.

You took a step closer to him, finally looking into his eyes, they were red and teary, begging for forgiveness. You hugged him, awkwardly, but you knew he didn’t care much about that. He just needed the embrace of another. He felt horrible—disrespectful, dirty, perverted. All he wanted to do was sink into this couch and die from pure sin.

But the closest he could do was sink into you. He was so disappointed in himself that he didn't really notice his face was between your breasts. Fine, he did notice, and it made him even harder. But it was a shameful boner— and he really did derive a lot of comfort from your embrace.

You gently stroked his hair, whispering the occasional ‘you're okay’. Did he notice how hard your nipples were? Did he feel your heart beating? Oh, you felt him. Obviously he was hunched over, in a way that you couldn't feel his cock, but you could feel his shaky hands holding onto you. You could feel the way he nuzzled his nose into your breast— and fuck, did it turn you on.

You moved to the couch, sitting down next to each other, you gently pulled his face from your chest, holding it tenderly in your hands. He looked so ashamed, yet aroused. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing in your touch and caresses, surprised that you even wanted him near you.

He sighed softly, eyes still closed, you placed a tender kiss on his forehead, your thumbs softly rubbing his cheeks in an attempt at comforting him.

When you pulled away slightly, he let out a little whine. He didn't mean to– he was ever so flustered. His cheeks under your fingers were hot, very hot. Like he'd never been kissed on the forehead by someone as pretty as you. You were sure he had, but it was cute to see him fumbling around like he hadn't.

“I really am sorry, I don't deserve this.. you being so damn sweet, when you should really just be yelling at me.. and in your own house, I'm such a-”

“For God's sake, could you shut up?” You blurted, your hand stilling in his hair.

He looked at you with big, wet eyes, almost like a kicked puppy, he looked like he was on the brink of tears. “But I-”

You saw those pretty shining eyes, and that blabbering soft mouth. And all you could think about was shutting him up yourself. You leaned in, the bow of your lips drawn against him in a slow, but nevertheless desperate affair. Andrew sobbed a little into the kiss, but held you close. He needed this, he needed you.

You were the first to slip your tongue into it, tasting his spit. He tasted like coffee and tears. Poor man, an insomniac and depressed. What he needs now is pussy. Plenty of it, to drown his sorrows in.

You kept devouring him, feeling his hands shaking throughout, yet incredibly needy. One hand landed on your thigh, and you fell into him, groaning needily.

God, he could feel the heat radiating from you. He pulled off your kiss-swollen lips and got at your neck, quickly finding the spot that drew you in. He spoke quietly, under your ear

“This good?” He whispered, eyes half lidded. He didn't even try to hide his boner, and you could feel his precum leaking out.

“Mhm..” you whispered reverently, moving his hand up your waist.

He fumbled while unbuttoning your shirt, quickly followed by your bra before he latched onto one of your breasts, needily sucking at your nipple while his hand played with the other one. You whimpered quietly, your hand immediately moving to his hair, fingers tangling in his brown curls. His lips moved to your other nipple, sucking it passionately while his hands travelled lower on your form, undoing your work pants after a bit of a struggle.

You tugged at his hair, leading him to where he was so obviously so very giddy to lap at. He looked up at you, heart eyes so pretty in the golden hour, but ever so feral. You met his gaze with a smile. He kissed a trail down to your clit as he inched both your panties and trousers down at the same time, moving down, licking a firm stripe up your warm pussy, then digging in, and eating you like a man starved.

And god, did he eat you out. Like he was made to. Eager and adoring, he worshipped you between your legs without even pulling away to breathe. His long tongue, soft lips, and nice big fingers— what else would he use them for? Yes, guitar playing, but he'd much prefer to play you instead.

His tongue worked at the lips of your pussy, nose dug into your clit, his stubble drawing giggles from you. It quickly became his safe space. He loved it. He'd always loved it, and he loved it even more now that it was you. His sweet muse.

And his favorite melody, out of all the love songs that he's heard, were your moans. A sweet crescendo, starting soft and shy, but loud enough for all your neighbors to hear by the time his fingers were inside you. You were his, all his. And everyone had to know that. They had to know that he was devouring your decadent body as it deserved to be.

His fingers curled into you, tickling the very spots that made you squirm and squeeze his face with your thighs. You returned his heart eyes before they rolled back.

You moaned so loudly, lewdly. A noise that you didn’t even know you could make. You felt a familiar knot in your belly, the feeling of it tightening only to suddenly snap overwhelming you.

“Fuck, you- Andrew, fucking- God!” You said, frustratingly riding the waves of pleasure running through you.

He looked up, eyes shining, still so very big and needy, but drowning in your orgasm, just as you were. He curled up next to you, catching your lips in a hungry kiss. When he pulled away for air, you smiled, in a way that you hoped he adored.

“You taste like pussy, Andy” You teased with a little giggle.

“Mm… Wonder who’s fault that is, angel.”

You giggled, kissing him again. His hands grabbed your waist and moved you so you were straddling his thigh, you ground against it, unknowingly rubbing his cock while doing so. One of your hands travelled lower towards his sweatpants, slipping under the waistband and wrapping your fingers around his cock. Slowly, you stroked it, the tip of it red and glistening with precum, poking out under his clothes. Your other hand pulled his top off, consumed with the need to feel his skin against yours.

He moaned softly into the kiss, pulling your hips firmly onto his thigh and making you hump it, you moaned in return, and he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t long until you felt him twitching in your hand, his hips buckling towards you ever so slightly, you were going to stop, you wanted him in your mouth before he could finish, but you were too late. He came on your hand and on his abdomen not long after, a thick pearly coating on his slight pudge. You broke the kiss, looking down at his lap and pulling your hand up to your mouth.

He looked into your eyes, and you returned it, almost asking for permission, to which he gave you a small nod and a smile. Your eyes focused back on your hand, still covered with his seed, and you licked it off, quiet, soft moans escaping you as you swallowed his delicious sin.

“Baby, look at me,” he commanded softly, his grip in your thighs tightening. You looked at him, his eyes full of love and lust. “Good girl, now look here,” he pointed at the mess of cum on his abdomen. “Look at what you did.”

“Sorry.” You said with feigned innocence, looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, my sweet angel.” He cooed in a patronizing tone, knowing you were putting on an act. “Just clean it up for me, yeah? Be good and clean up your mess.”

You nodded, sliding off his lap and onto your knees on the floor. You leaned in close to his tummy, his dick still hard even after his climax. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you even closer, then, you started licking him clean, his happy trail tickling your tongue in the best way possible. You swallowed him, over and over again while he moaned softly. You slowly started to run your tongue over his cock, looking up at him with your sweet bedroom eyes. He gasped. He adored having someone suck him off after he's already come. It made him see stars, truly.

“Mmmm… you like this, sweetness? You enjoy cleaning me up after you made such a mess of me?” He cooed again, hands brushing through your hair.

You nodded the best you could while his dick was stuffing your mouth up. God, his sweet whimpers and words of encouragement. They really could kill you.

You swallowed him deeper, closing your eyes, trying your best not to gag. You ended up getting a little carried away, your nose pressed hard into his pubic bone, like a puzzle piece. There was a bulge in your throat. You decided to try something out and stroked it from the outside, looking to see if it did anything for him.

And God, did it do something. He let out a noise you thought was impossible. He was there, on the couch, legs spread, back arched as you were on your knees, sucking from the tap. He pulled your hair tighter- probably not intentionally so hard, but it's not like it didn't turn you on.

You kept at it, closing your eyes, drowning in those growls and whimpers. You'd think he was some sort of slut.

He gasped, and starting fucking into your throat, pretty eyes rolling back, legs shaking. After another few languid strokes, he came down your throat, basking in the way you enjoyed this, just as much as he did.

“Good girl, fuck.. your throat, fuck,. Jesus fucking Christ, angel… so tight, Mmm—!” He babbled mindlessly as you pleasured him. God, he adored you.

Adored you so much that he came down your throat. You choked on it a little, pulling back and clearing your throat. You smiled sweetly up at him, cum dripping down your chin, then kissed the tip of his cock, warranting another little burst of cum to shoot at your face.

“Such a messy eater…” He teased lovingly.

You were in the middle of a reply when he stuffed his cock into your mouth again, holding you there.

“Shhh, princess. Nobody's ever taught you to not speak with your mouth full?” There was a smile on his face. God, was he a vision… Cheeks flushed, hair the messiest you've seen it, hands shaking, stray drops of cum on his pale skin. You started to bob your head, but he stopped you.

“Two rounds of sucking me off in a row? I'm sure you get tired. So tired. How about I just do it for you… keep your mouth around me, and I'll take care of the rest. Is that okay with you, angel?”

You gave him those puppy eyes, humming happily as a way to say “yes”.

“Mmmhm? Okay, then..”

He started to fuck into you, a little bit sloppily, his hips bucking. He was feral, truly. He moved quickly, hyperventilating, a third orgasm threatening to happen at any time. He moved faster, fucking your mouth with a surprising amount of strength for a man that had already come twice.

But it became too much, and you had to pull away to take a breath, warranting a surprisingly bratty whimper for a man acting so dominant.

“Wha- Wha- FUCK,” He belted, shooting cum onto the floor, right onto your moleskin notebook, it wasn’t much, just what was left inside of him after the last two orgasms. Your hand was still wiping your chin, and your mouth fell open.

“Jesus, sorry, I didn't know-”

“I didn't either,” he said, irrationally upset. It took him a bit to calm down. He caught his breath as he leaned back on the couch. You got up and sat next to him, gazing up into his brimmed eyes.

“Andy, you know I wanted to swallow, I really did. I want it…”

He looked back down at you, gaze softening. He leaned to your level, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth, then, moved his head on top of yours and slowly let his spit flow from his lips and onto your tongue. You smiled, a little naughtily, and swallowed. God, that was hot.

“Mmmh.” You hummed.

“That's something to swallow, isn't it?”

He leaned in and kissed your tired lips tenderly, as you tangled into him, ending up a cuddling, naked mess on your—now, filthy couch.

He moved you to lay on his chest while he played idly with your hair, his nose buried in it as well, taking in your scent in the quiet evening. His other hand traced patterns on your back, his fingers dancing carefully over your skin, almost fearing you’d shatter like a porcelain doll just from his touch.

His lips pressed onto your forehead, giving you a soft, affectionate kiss that took your breath away for a second. You looked up at him from his chest, your eyes wide and adoring. “Hi,” he murmured softly, not really thinking about what he was saying.

“Hi,” you responded, making the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“This doesn’t feel real.” He whispered softly, still caressing you with all the love in the world.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I never thought I’d actually get to hold you like this, to have been with you like we have.” He elaborated. “This was always more of a fantasy, I didn’t think it’d be real.”

“What, you thought I didn’t like you like that?” You asked, a bit incredulous.

“I knew you thought I was hot, I’m not stupid, I see how you look at me.” He sighed again, his arms tightening around you, his gaze avoiding yours. “But the… ehm, the extent of just how much you liked me was more than I thought it’d be.”

You smiled softly, your hand playing with his chest hair as you listened to him. His voice was like a melody in and of itself, every word he said a note in the symphony of your dreams.

“It’s just…” He continued, his tone even softer. “It’s like there’s steps to all this, you know? There’s finding someone attractive, then there’s wanting to- ehm, have sex with them, and then there’s just wanting to be with them, in every way possible…” He trailed off.

“Andy. What are you trying to say?” You asked, his eyes immediately focusing on yours the moment you finished your sentence.

“That I love you, angel, I have for a long time.” He finally confessed. You felt his heart speed up in his chest, he was so incredibly nervous.

“I love you, too.” You timidly whispered, then placed a quick, loving kiss on his chest. “You can calm down now, your heart is beating way too fast.” You added teasingly.

“Maybe a proper kiss will calm me down.” He teased back.

You moved carefully, crawling up to his eye level and kissing him deeply. He kissed back almost immediately, your mouths moving in tandem to make the perfect kiss. Andrew pulled back after a few seconds, his mind too crowded with thoughts to fully lose himself in you no matter how much he wanted to do just that.

“Let me take you out on a date, somewhere nice,” he caressed your cheek with his thumb. His voice little more than a lovesick whisper. “If not, at least let me call you mine.”

“Yes, to both.” You smiled, nuzzling your face into his hand.

“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “Sorry to change the topic like this, but I’m exhausted, wanna go to bed?”

You chuckled softly at the change of subject. “We haven’t even had dinner yet.” You argued lovingly.

“I had my fill with you already.”

“Then I guess we can go to bed, but I have to shower first.” You stood up from your cuddling position on the couch, watching Andrew follow suit not long after. “Maybe put a movie on my laptop and we can watch it afterwards?”

You looked up at him with begging eyes while holding his hand in yours, he smiled, he couldn’t say no to you, especially now.

“As you wish, princess.” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it playfully, a small giggle escaping you both. “Any movie in particular you desire to watch, your majesty?”

“Okay, cut it out,” you continued to giggle, “just choose one you like, yeah? I’m gonna shower.”

With that, you went to your bathroom to clean yourself up while Andrew went to your room and set everything up, including cleaning himself as best he could and fixing his messy, post-orgasmic appearance.

You came back from the shower after almost an hour, hair still wet, in comfy sweatpants and a tank top. You made your way to your room, waiting to see your angel. He sat there, in bed, scrolling on his phone, hair up in a messy bun. He looked nothing short of adorable— cleaned up nicely too.

Your laptop was next to him. It seems he'd already chosen a movie, Legally Blonde, for some reason. You sank next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

“You like chick flicks?” You asked, with a giggled cadence.

“Nothing short of modern masterpieces, they are.” He replied, starting the movie and letting your body adjust against him. You clicked, your arms the perfect length around his waist, your lips the perfect curve against his, your nose perfectly nesting into his pulse.

You fell asleep first. Fast asleep- not stirring in the slightest. He thought your slight snores and weird murmurs were adorable. He'd much rather fall asleep to those than any movie. He closed the laptop and set it on your bedside table, his long arms holding you tight into the late hours.

He ended up having the best sleep in a while— no thoughts of upcoming concerts or snobby dinners to torment him. You somehow made it all stop. In his busy world, you were his only constant. Something he wanted to hold close to and never let go.

——

Andrew adored your face. He saw it everywhere- the pure beauty of it. He saw your beauty in the Irish hillsides. He heard your voice in every old timey love song. Everywhere, everything, it was always you.

In the early morning, he found himself gazing at you again, a long finger tracing your cheek. He sighed contentedly, completely enamored with you. His limbs tangled further into yours. This went on for about half an hour— his sweet touches and comforting, soft kisses.

Your eyes fluttered open. Your first view of the day was Andrew cupping your cheeks, his head tilted. You smiled dorkily at him, your view still unfocused.

“Morning, sleepin’ beauty” He greeted in that soothing Irish lilt of his. You responded with a groan— giving him the opportunity to scoop you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. You giggled into the firm, warm body.

“Hey!” You grogged. He pulled you even further up, paving a path of smooches along your face, whispering sweet nothings.

“So pretty when you wake up, you know that? Sweet, sweet angel… and you're all mine…” he was getting lost in you, reciting all his best praise while you were barely away from the sandman.

It took a while for you to properly wake up. When the consciousness came, you returned his kisses sloppily, hand coming up to tangle in that messy brown hair.

The kisses got more desperate and messy as you went, desperate to taste each other, to catch up on everything you've missed. You grew a little dominant— even a little frustrated. You rolled him over, warranting a whimper, then pulled away, laying on your side next to him.

“You're so needy in the mornings.”

“Huh?” He whispered hoarsely, looking up at you with half lidded eyes.

“I said you're needy in the mornings. All kisses and sweet words…”

You got onto him, warranting a little ‘oomph’ to squeeze out. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you steadily, groaning as your thigh brushed against him.

You put your thumb in his mouth, slowly grinding and watching as he sucked it at the same pace. The little pacifier kept him quiet, even when you were ruthlessly rutting into his growing hardness.

He looked up at you with shiny eyes before his head tilted to the side, giving you a full view of his beautiful, biteable neck.

You stop grinding for a second. You ached to keep staring into those lovely breaking eyes, “Andy, look up.”

He obediently gazed up at you through thick lashes, mouth biting your thumb a little. You kept going, watching as he tried not to lose his locked stare. His hand moved to your wrist, trying to pull to take your thumb out of his mouth, you shushed him in return, pushing it in a little deeper.

“Keep it in,” you ordered softly, starting to grind on his crotch once more. He listened, lightly biting your thumb to suppress his moans. “That’s it, good boy.” You added in a sultry whisper.

Andrew’s eyes shot open, you felt his dick harden almost immediately, the size poking at you through the layers of clothing. He pulled your thumb out of his mouth, his eyes dark with lust. His hands moved to your waist and threw you onto the bed, making you whimper.

You looked up at him as he moved on top of you, caging you into the mattress with his long arms. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head with just one hand, then pushed his knee between your legs, smiling devilishly at you.

“Grind.” He ordered, his voice stern yet undeniably full of love for you. His thumb found your clit, tracing obnoxiously slow circles over it.

You obediently rubbed against his knee, the dual stimulation of his finger and your actions making your back mold into an arch. You struggled playfully against his grip, moaning softly as your hips moved.

You kept grinding, eventually losing yourself and collapsing onto him. “Awww, that's not all you have in you, is it, baby?” He teased, his grin widening.

“C’mere, let me treat you.” He spoke in a lowered octave, gently nudging you over, as if asking for permission to take you.

You let him guide you over, your eyes hungry, legs wrapping around his waist. He firmly kissed down the side of your face, sinking down to your clavicle, and getting to work, sucking at it for a good few minutes- summoning giggles that quickly turned to moans of pure desperation. When he finally pulled away, what was left of all the sucking and biting was a reddish purple mark that he blew on, the air sending a shiver down your spine.

“Was that okay, darling? I’m sure you have some turtlenecks you can wear for a couple days if you need them.” He continued to kiss down your body, his voice even more rough. “Though I’d rather you didn’t, the idea of you going out with my mark on display is so fucking hot.”

“I work at a library, I can’t just have hickeys on displa— FUCK!” Andrew sucked on your chest, intending to leave another mark while his hand had traveled down to your core again, only to insert two fingers inside you this time, thrusting away any words left in you.

He smiled as he pulled away again, blowing softly on the second mark he’d left, his eyes already scanning your body in search of a spot for the third and fourth ones, all while never stopping his fingers inside you.

His mouth found your tummy just as his thumb found your clit, you moaned loudly, trying to thrust into his fingers but getting stopped by the rest of him on his quest to mark you fully. Not like you’d complain though, you’d be lying if you said the thought of being marked by him all over didn’t turn you on.

The pattern repeated as he went lower, marking your abdomen a few more times while his fingers worked on you, getting you closer to your climax. He sucked on your inner thigh, leaving his last mark on you before replacing his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking on it while he fingered you still. You screamed from pleasure, your hands gripping the bed sheets as you felt your orgasm washing down on you in intense waves of ecstasy. He didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and your moans turned into whines, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, almost making out with your clit before sitting back on his heels.

He put his soaked fingers up to your mouth, you welcomed them, sucking off your essence and making Andrew smile. He took one of your legs and put your ankle over his shoulder, straddling your other one in a way that made his cock perfectly align with your entrance. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trailing them down in a path that connected all your hickeys and continued down your belly, pressing down on the weak spot right under your belly button.

You giggled, batting your lashes up at him. Truly, you wanted him to fuck you until your guts split, and the best way to get that would be to put on the innocent act— one that you had quickly learned was his favourite. Even if he knew it was little more than that.

He rubbed the tip of his cock over your soaked folds, watching as you tried to keep the little act up. And it was hard, when he was there, with his chest hair and stupid smirking pretty face. When his hair was in a side part, tossing every time he made a sudden move.

He pinned you down with his lean arms. He squeezed into you, feeling your pussy envelope him, squeezing around his cock in just the right way. He didn’t take the time to ease you in, quickly building the pace up, gritting his teeth. He fucked the woman he loved the most in the most feral way possible.

You loved this side of him, your body instinctively moving your legs to where he perfectly hit your g-spot with each needy thrust. You abruptly came after a few of these- making that your second orgasm.

But he kept going, and you kept laying there and looking so utterly fuckable. Legs spread, tits bouncing, eyes rolling back every time he hit your sweet spot.

“God, you're such a pretty thing. Wish I could just stay inside you all day, keeping me warm…”

He kept going. At this point, your eyes couldn't even keep open. Your nails dug into his back as he leaned closer to you, little half-crescents engraving into his pale skin. He was close to you now, chest sweat dripping onto your face. You could feel his hot breath and hear his beautiful moans, and feel the spit dripping out of his growling mouth.

You yelped as a strange sensation took you, snapping him out of it. You whined and wrapped your leg, that had now fallen off his shoulder, around his hips, practically begging for him to continue his thrusts. You didn't even notice at first— it was him who pulled out. He felt your squirt soak his dick, biting his lip, slapping his dick lightly to try and drain you as you squirted all over him.

“Jesus… You just do that, love?” He whispered lowly, dripping in shock— still incredibly turned on.

“No! I… I didn’t know I could…” You said softly, still trying to catch your breath.

He laughed and leaned in, kissing your cheek, “Well, I'm glad to be the one to help you find out, Mmm?”

He was silent for a few beats, then placed his hand tenderly on your cheek, “Are you okay? Can I keep going?”

“Please put it back in…” You begged.

He smiled. “As you wish, my love.”

He did exactly that, pushing back into you, getting lost in your body once more. Sweet moans escaping him as he chased his own release.

He felt his balls growing tighter, moaning in almost your key, his hot seed bursting into you. He gave you a big dorky smile, still slowly fucking in and out as his cock started to soften.

Andrew leaned in and kissed your face all over, still buried inside you, feeling your warmth around him, and, slowly, coming back to earth from the heaven that you’d taken him to. Your arms enveloped him lovingly, he melted in your gentle touch, his heart swelling with love for you. His eyes widened in a split second, realisation setting in.

“Shit, baby, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t- christ.” He mumbled apologetically, caressing your face, “I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I didn’t mean to, angel.”

You looked at him, slightly confused as to why he was apologising so much.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, slowly getting your strength back.

“I didn’t put a condom on, I’m sorry, I completely forgot, I’ll go to the store and get you the pill.” He apologised again, his voice threatening to break from the nerves.

“Andy, hey, calm down,” you smiled, caressing his face with one of your hands. “It’s fine, I’m on birth control, stop worrying.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at you with loving eyes. “Thank God,” he chuckled, kissing your lips for a split second, “still, I’m sorry, I should’ve put one on anyway when I didn’t know if you were on birth control or not.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, taking the moment to finally pull out of you, swallowing your soft whines as he did. His cum flowed out of you, the sight of it making Andrew smile darkly. He went to your bathroom and came back with a washcloth, gently cleaning you up.

“The bed’s wet, love, want me to carry you to mine?” He asked, caressing your cheek with all the tenderness in the world.

You nodded in response, then felt his arms wrap around you and carry you to the guest bedroom he’d been staying in. He laid you on the mattress, you yawned, your legs exhausted. You had to admit, you always got so sleepy after sex. Your exes hated it— but Andrew found it so endearing. He gently tucked you in, kissing your sweat-slick forehead.

“You’re so beautiful, angel. Be a good girl and get some good rest for me. You deserve it.” You reached for him with grabby hands as he threw boxers and a big knit sweater on. He smiled at the sight. “I’ll be back, okay? I just have… something to do. Go to sleep for me. Please, angel.”

So, you— being the sweet, obedient angel that you were, fell asleep after just a few seconds. He got up and washed his messy hands, then got to work on your breakfast. He decided on pancakes. Which he was able to make into somewhat perfect hearts.

He put the pancakes, along with fresh berries, on a platter and brought them in after an hour and a half or so.

He placed them on the bedside table, then gently shook you awake.

“Wake up, love, I made breakfast.” He greeted, like he wasn't deep inside you two hours ago.

You looked up at him with a hazy stare, “You can cook?” You mumbled, looking at the plate.

“Of course I can cook. What other way could I have charmed girls?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, sitting up and placing the heated platter on your lap, “No idea.”

He sat next to you, snacking on some of your berries, watching as you ate. He was possibly the biggest loverboy in the world, obsessed with everything you did.

“What?” You ask, noticing his constant puppylike stare

“I don't want to go back to my house. I want to be like this. For as long as you'll have me.”

God, was he an angel. He really thought you'd grow tired of him?

“Then I think you'll be living in this shitty apartment forever, Andrew.”

“Forever?”

“Or until it finally falls apart and the building collapses on our heads, whatever happens first.” You giggled.

“In that case we could move to mine, then.” He suggested, smiling lovingly. “After the bug problem gets fixed, that is.”

“Be nice to the bugs, technically they’re the ones that brought us together.” You teased, kissing him gently.

The song finished, then, a new one came on, you recognised it immediately, and so did he. “Fucking Too Sweet, again.” You both thought, but while he rolled his eyes, you chuckled, and he couldn’t help but smile. You finally decided to just bring both flavours, taking them in your shopping basket and bolting it to the self checkout before your friends decided to send you a list and made you spend more time than you’d like on the shop.

Something caught your eye as you scanned your items, though, the same man that you didn’t know had been staring at you while you thought over what to buy was now wandering the aisles near the self-checkout, his brown jacket in the middle of summer almost calling out to you. You discreetly looked over at him, he was looking away from you, but he was very tall, wearing jeans, a baseball cap, and white converse along with that brown jacket that had made you look in the first place, an outfit you would say you were familiar with if it didn’t make you sound crazy. His hair was long and dark brown, picked up in a messy bun under his hat. Your mind was running crazy with the possibility of it being really him, but it couldn’t be, right? Probably just a coincidence, why would he be at the same corner store as you anyway? You told yourself that over and over, yet your eyes couldn’t help but look up at him every time you scanned an item, wishing for him to turn around so you could finally be sure it wasn’t him.

And turn around he did, only to confirm what you had been hoping and fearing, it was him, Hozier in the flesh, buying some body wash and what seemed to be off-brand oreos. You made a mental note of the type of body wash and chuckled to yourself at the sight of the off-brand snacks. You finished paying and left, telling yourself that it would be very fucking weird to just ask for a picture with him when he was just shopping, and it’s not like you had the time to anyway, your phone was already buzzing in your pocket with messages from your friends telling you to hurry up and get back. So you left, unaware of how he’d been looking at you, or how he was looking at you now, thinking that it was a shame he hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to you, it’s not like you’d have given him your number anyway, you looked younger than him and probably didn’t even know who he was. Still, you were on his mind.

You arrived back at your hotel and told your friends about seeing him at the store, making them giggle when you mentioned that he only had two things in his hands when you saw him head towards the register. You wondered if he had seen you, and if he did, if he’d remember your face the next day at the concert.

***

The next day passed by faster than you anticipated, and before you knew it, you were at the concert with your phone out, recording and taking photos while you and your friends sang your hearts out to every song. You’d been lucky enough to get barricade, and while you enjoyed the sound of Andrew’s voice, your mind wandered back to yesterday at the shop, regretting not asking for a picture with him or even just chatting with him for a minute to tell him how much you liked his music, though your daydreaming was cut short from people cheering as he started performing Too Sweet.

Andrew’s eyes swept across the audience, looking for a face to focus on as he sang, his heart stopped when he saw you, it couldn’t be you, right? How unlucky did he have to be that the cute girl from yesterday at the store was now at his concert, holding onto the barricade and singing every word of the song with a smile on her face. It made some sense, though, he tried to rationalise it as he walked along the stage to the rhythm of the song, this was his latest hit, he had released it recently and his concerts were selling out faster than they ever had before, maybe you only came for that song, though a part of him hoped you didn’t, that you actually enjoyed his songs and didn’t come to his concert as a trend. Still, he couldn’t know for sure, not while playing his most recent trendy song, at least. Luckily for him, though, the song had now come to an end and while he got ready for the next one, his mind raced with thoughts of what to do now, how he could talk to you without it being weird, only to come to the conclusion that it was impossible to do so, you were at his concert, and even if he was lucky enough that you weren’t a massive fan, he had no way of talking to you without taking you backstage, practically trapping you there with him and making it a huge power imbalance.

He took a deep breath and focused back on the concert, taking a quick look at the setlist to know what song he had to play next, Almost (Sweet Music). The first few notes started, then the snaps and claps, and his eyes couldn’t help but look your way again, you were smiling, doing them perfectly, he cursed under in the back of his mind, there was no way you didn’t know them beforehand, you had to be a fan.

He continued this song and the next, looking over at you more than he had ever done with anyone else in his audience before, and, as he sang the beginning of Take Me To Church, an idea came to his mind. He looked at the head of security, who met his gaze, then at the stairs, and back at the head of security. The man, who had to be somewhere around his mid-fifties, let out an exasperated sigh as he spoke into his security headset and nodded at Andrew, giving him the go ahead. Andrew smiled wide, making his way to the stairs at the centre of the stage and walking down to the barricade, while Ruth, his tour photographer, ran over from the back of the stage where she had been taking photos over to the photographer pit to be able to take a picture of him while he was down singing at barricade. You saw Andrew practically running over to where you were, you extended your hand out to him, as did everyone else around you, but he grabbed yours. He got up the little step on his side of barricade, his chest practically on your face as he sang, your hand gripping his like your life depended on it.

He asked the people to sing back to him, but you couldn’t find the words, being too starstruck to say anything, to make it worse, he looked down at you, his eyes kind and loving, with a smile that would’ve made you faint if you’d been even the slightest bit more dehydrated. Had you been able to read his mind, you would’ve seen the internal fight he was having with himself as he chastised himself for wanting to kiss you so badly, - who could blame him though, you looked absolutely adorable with your eyes wide from nerves and your mouth slightly parted. You looked young though, way younger than him, as if the power imbalance from being his fan wasn’t enough, you had to be god-knows how many years his junior.

He stepped off the barricade step, still holding onto your hand, he gave you a quick wink and a smile before letting go and walking off to the stage stairs again, making sure to grab a pride flag on the way. You and your friends screamed, your hand shaking slightly from the emotion, after that, the rest of the concert, and night as a whole, was a blur for you.

Andrew was still reeling from the concert adrenaline as he walked backstage after it had ended, you were the only thing on his mind and he was regretting more and more not having told you to not go once the concert was over while he held your hand while he sang. He looked at his hand that had held yours, moving his fingers slowly as he remembered the feeling of you holding onto him, how it looked smaller than his, though that was a common experience for him. He wanted nothing more than to hold your hand again, to hold you in his arms, he knew he was probably just smitten with you, pathetically so, but something about you felt so different, he felt like a teenager with a crush again.

“Andrew!” A voice pulled him from his thoughts, it was Ruth, and she looked angry. “What the fuck was that earlier?!”

“Huh?” He asked, trying to focus back on reality.

“Why the fuck did you go down to barricade today?! You didn’t tell me!” She scolded him, though her previous look of anger was giving way to her true feeling of tiredness.

“Oh, right, ehm…” he rubbed the palm of his hand with his thumb as he thought, knowing he couldn’t really admit why he went down to barricade. “I don’t know, really, I just felt like going down, didn’t really think about it. Sorry.”

“Right,” Ruth nodded, knowing he was lying but not wanting to pry too much. “Don’t do that again, though, I had to rush from the back of the stage to take pictures.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” He promised, feeling bad for having made her run all the way to the photographer pit just because he wanted to see you up close. “By the way, did you take any photos of me holding that girl’s hand on barricade?”

“I did, yeah.”

“Good,” he smiled, his eyes shining with an idea. “I’m gonna need you to have one of those perfect for every post tomorrow, I really, really, want to post a picture of that.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best,” Ruth smiled, making an idea in her head as to why he really had gone down tonight.

“Thank you,” he put his hands together, motioning another ‘thank you’ as he spoke, leaving Ruth to finally go to the backstage lounge and join the rest of the band.

The next day, before Andrew even had the chance to review the photos with his team, he was already planning what he’d do if he found you online, he couldn’t just message you out of nowhere, he couldn’t make up an excuse either, so his only option was to make a fake account to approach you with. He knew it was crazy, he knew it was weird, and he knew that if anyone knew, they would say that he is absolutely insane, but it’s not like he would let it go on forever, he’d probably fall out of this infatuation he had with you after a couple weeks at most, he was probably just bored, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

The time came to select the photos, and he chose the one where both your faces were showing, your hands still together, his eyes on yours. You looked adorable, completely starstruck with him, like you’d have fallen down in front of him if you hadn’t been holding onto the barricade. The posts went out a couple hours after, your photo with Andrew always the first in every post as per his request. Now he only had to wait.

You got the notification on your phone, along with your twitter mutuals tagging you over and over on the post. You screamed with glee when you saw the picture, giggling maniacally as you quoted it, screaming how that was you in the first picture. And while you freaked out on both your main and private accounts, Andrew, who had been checking his notifications on every social media waiting for you to appear, finally found you. He saw your stan account on twitter, confirming his suspicions that you were a very big fan, and got to work on making a fake account with a fake name, vague range for his age in his bio to see if he had a chance with you, and some random photos he had in his phone that didn’t match at all as profile picture and header. He followed his real, main account and tweeted about being new to “hoztwt”, which he assumed meant Hozier Twitter, and to fan twitter in general. He followed a couple accounts and got a few people following him back before he followed you, you followed back not long after, commenting on his post welcoming him into the fandom. He smiled like an idiot at your comment, thinking how sweet you were and how cute it was that you were so excited to meet someone new who liked the same things as you.

A feeling of guilt and shame washed over Andrew for a moment, realising what exactly he was doing, stalking and essentially tricking you into letting him into your space just because he thought you were cute. It felt wrong, but you were so sweet, and the more he looked at your account the more he wanted to just get to know you better, to actually be someone in your life other than the guy who makes music you like. He hated himself, but at the same time he couldn’t help it, he was in too deep already, the account was made, so he decided to just go along with it, he’d tell you who he was, eventually.

***

The days passed, then weeks, he was still touring, of course, but still, he slowly gained your trust, and a friendship started to flourish between the two of you. You’d interact fairly often on the timeline, and you had exchanged a few friendly conversations on DMs that made his heart flutter, which made him mentally kick himself every time. He felt like a creep whenever he’d message or interact with you, but it all went away whenever you answered, sweet as ever.

It was three am in his current timezone, he had just gotten back to the hotel after a concert and the subsequent hangout backstage with some VIPs that had gone to see him and the band. He threw himself on his bed, checking his phone before he went to sleep just in case you had messaged him, which you had, just a few minutes earlier.

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You looked at yourself in the full length mirror in the hallway, examining the state of your dress after a night out with your friends, a single lamp right in front of it as your only source of light. It was almost perfect, save for the wet patch at the top of it that had your drunk friend and their spilled drink to blame, somehow making you the one that smelled the most like alcohol despite being the designated driver for the night. You shrugged it off, telling yourself that you’d clean it up in the morning while you took it off and carried it with you in your arm as you went upstairs, you made your way to the bathroom to take your makeup off, finding the light on, shining from the crack at the bottom of the door and the sound of running water coming from inside.

“Andrew?” You knocked loudly on the door. You’d assumed that your boyfriend would be asleep by now, seeing as it was almost three in the morning, but the two of you lived alone in his house in the countryside, so it could only be him.

The sound of water stopped, you heard the sound of wet footsteps approaching the door and unlocking it. “Oh, hi baby.” He said with a smile, his hair damp, water droplets running down his chest and stomach, collecting at the towel he had wrapped around his lower waist. “I thought you’d come back later.”

“Why are you in the shower in the middle of the night?” You asked, taking in his flustered expression.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said plainly.

“And you thought a shower would help?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled at your question, a sultry smile remaining on his face as he spoke. “But what I did before the shower usually does.”

You raised an eyebrow, breaking into soft laughter as you realised what he was implying. “And why didn’t you fall asleep after that, then?” You teased.

“I didn’t realise it’d shoot that far… got up to my chest hair and the tissues didn’t feel clean enough.” He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about the fact that he’d accidentally come on his own chest.

“If you’d waited a bit I could’ve helped and you wouldn’t have made a mess.”

“I didn’t know if you’d be drunk or not, and you know I don’t like to do things when you’re the only one that’s drunk.” He raised his hand from his waist where he was holding the towel and caressed your cheek, the sultry smile remaining. “You aren’t drunk though.”

“I’m not, I was the designated driver tonight.” You leaned into his touch, reaching out to pull him down to your level and kissing him lovingly.

“Lucky me, then.”

“Depends on what you’re thinking of doing.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, just get comfortable, I’ll be in our bed waiting for you.” He whispered, kissing you for a second before leaving to the bedroom.

You finally entered the bathroom, taking off your makeup, letting your hair free and quickly doing your quicker nighttime skincare routine since something was telling you that you’d be too exhausted to do it after whatever Andrew had planned for tonight. You freshened up, looking at yourself in the mirror and making sure you looked as cute as you could after a night out, then headed to your bedroom.

The space was dimly lit by the lamps at the bedside tables on each side of the bed, you looked around it, it was slightly messy with some clothes scattered on the floor, but you liked it, it was cozy. You spotted Andrew’s guitar on the floor next to his side of the bed, he must’ve brought it in here while you were out, since it wasn’t there when you left with your friends, his lyric notebook, old and practically bursting with the amount of extra pages he’d added on to it through the years, sat opened on the bedside table, words scribbled onto it that you couldn’t make out. Andrew was sitting on the bed dressed in just a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, looking at something in his phone, you finally stepped into the light from your lamp on your side of the bed, he smiled when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. He left his phone on top of his notebook, turning to look at you, eyes full of love and lust.

“There you are,” he said as you crawled over to him, pulling you into his arms the moment he could reach you.

“You’ve been writing something?” You asked, pointing towards the guitar with your eyes.

“Hm,” he smiled, “I have, yeah, I’ll show you when it’s a bit more polished.”

“Can’t wait.” You said sincerely, leaning in to kiss his lips.

He kissed back hungrily, throwing you onto your back on the mattress with a force that you had now become acquainted with, you giggled softly as you landed while his hands explored your body like it was his first time ever touching you. He lightly bit into your lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You parted your lips, his tongue darting into your mouth in that same second, he completely dominated the kiss, and you let him, your hands tangled in his curls, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His hands reached behind your back, quickly undoing your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room, he played with your breasts, squeezing them as he pulled away from the kiss and moved to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down to your chest. He pulled your right nipple into his mouth, making you gasp at the sensation, he sucked gently, licking and teasing as his hand played with your other one. After a while, he changed his attention to your left breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other one. “Fuck! Andrew!” You moaned loudly, your hands still in his hair, pulling it ever so slightly without you realising. He smiled at your moans, pulling away after a second, leaving both your nipples incredibly sensitive.

“I wanna try something new today, baby,” he murmured into your skin as he kissed it. “Think you’d be up for it?”

“W-what is it?” You asked, your voice shaky with need.

“Can you sit on my face?” He asked, eyes dark with lust. “Please.”

“I-I don’t know,” you hesitated for a second, “what if I accidentally smother you or something?”

He kissed your collarbone, “won’t happen,” he assured you with a warm smile, “but if it does I’ll die a very, very happy man.”

“Andy!” You whined, trying to suppress a laugh, “I’m serious, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I’m not a porcelain doll, baby, I’ll be fine.” He peppered kisses over your neck, nuzzling his face into your skin. “Please?” He insisted.

Your resolve crumbled as you looked into his eyes, his pupils wide from arousal and his lips shining with his own saliva. “Okay,” you agreed softly. “But if you need me to stop, tap out or throw me off you or something, okay?”

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your neck one last time before moving to lay on his back. “Take a seat.” He said, a smirk plastered on his face.

You playfully rolled your eyes, moving over to straddle his face, your pussy hovering just above his mouth, teasing him. You carefully lowered yourself onto him, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hand finding home on your hips. His tongue darted out, parting your folds just enough to make you whine, you lowered yourself a bit more, still not fully seated on his face. Then he started to lick, every movement of his tongue driving you wild, but still, you hovered over him. After a few more licks, Andrew had finally had enough of you not fully seating on him. “Stop fuckin’ hovering and sit!” He demanded, pulling you down onto his face, his nose hitting your clit and making you moan loudly. Andrew hummed contently, slowly shaking his head so as to bury himself further in you, rubbing your bundle of nerves with the tip of his nose in the process, his tongue darted out again, entering you. You moaned, louder this time, your hands moving to hold the headboard, he hummed again, taking a deep breath and savouring the feeling of you fully seated on his face.

He lightly smacked your ass, a silent order for you to move your hips and grind on his face, and, as always, you obey without question, slowly moving your hips until you find a comfortable flow, small moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as he licks and hums to your rhythm. You could feel him swallow your essence every so often, the noises coming from the both of you were obscene and loud, his hands snaked up your body, his left squeezed your breast roughly while his right reached to grab your hair, pulling it back and making the rest of your head follow, your face now looking up at the ceiling as you screamed in pleasure.

You felt the all-familiar twist of bliss in your abdomen, your hips becoming erratic in their movement as you neared your climax. You had never been talkative during sex, this was no exception, a delightful, as Andrew described it, combination of moans, whimpers and whines was all you could manage to utter in your euphoric state, with the occasional begging thrown in when Andrew would get too wild with edging or overstimulation, you had never minded, he was always talking anyway, even when eating you out he’d take a small pause sometimes to say something to you. But today he couldn’t speak, all the sounds, all the moans, were yours, he was in heaven, every noise coming from you like celestial music. He let go of your hair and breast, his hands moving to your hips again. You looked down at him, his eyes were closed in pure bliss as you moved your hips, his moans muffled by your body, you could see the slight shine of your arousal on his face every time your hips moved back slightly, he was angelic, you wondered if he thought the same of you when he fucked you.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, you could feel him smiling as he looked at you, he moved his tongue more, shaking his head and humming softly to bring you to climax, you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter as your moans became more high-pitched. Then it snapped, your hips twitching erratically as you came on his face. You moved until the wave of ecstasy subsided, your breathing shaky and irregular and your heart beating rapidly from the intensity of your orgasm. You moved your leg over his head once more, sitting back on the bed after being on his face for so long, he had a crooked smile on his face as he sat up and reached out to hold your face and kiss you once more.

You melted into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as he gently guided you to lay down. Andrew pulled away from the kiss, laying next to you and holding you in his arms with your head on his chest. “D’you like that, baby?” He asked, his face buried in your hair as he took in your scent.

“Yeah,” you mumbled softly, already feeling the tiredness calling you to sleep.

“Good,” he kissed your head. “Go to sleep, darling, you’re exhausted.”

You hummed in response, your eyes already closed since you didn’t bother opening them after he kissed you. A sound similar to “goodnight” came from your lips, you were too tired to speak.

Following your boyfriend on his tour had been easier than you expected. Yes, it was overwhelming sometimes, and having to live on the road wasn’t exactly easy, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. You had travelled around the world for practically free while being able to be with Andrew while he did his shows, and your new job was long distance anyway, so all you needed was wifi and somewhere to plug your laptop to charge.

You loved this tour life, everything about it was fun and exciting, though if you had to choose, your favourite moments, or at least the one where you had the most fun, were when you were alone with Andrew, either in his bedroom in the tour bus, a restaurant, or, like right now, backstage before a concert, where you could tease him endlessly and maybe even have a bit of fun if you were fast enough.

Today though, you were playing with fire, sitting on the couch of his dressing room backstage after he’d changed into his concert outfit. You looked him up and down as he checked himself in the mirror, a smile on your face and a plan in your mind already getting started.

“I love this suit on you.” You said softly as you walked up to him, your arm reaching to hold onto his. He smiled, avoiding your grip and placing his hand on your lower back.

“Do you, baby?” He teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, it looks so good.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes and feigned innocence, wanting your next words to take him by surprise. “Can you fuck me with it on? Please?”

His eyes widened, a laugh escaping him as he processed what you’d just said. “Maybe,” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “But it’ll have to wait until after the concert.”

“Unfair.” You whined, your hands moved to his belt, playfully pulling at it without actually undoing it.

“Baby, don’t.” He scolded you, though you felt his hips buckle towards you, his smirk never going away.

“I’m not doing anything.” You protested.

“Liar, you’re trying to tempt me.” His eyes wandered your face and body, his smile widening when he felt your hand moving to palm his crotch, his cock already hardening. “You know I have to be on stage in less than thirty minutes, we can’t do this right now.” He said firmly, though he had no intention of stopping you, or himself, his hand already moving from your lower back to your ass, squeezing it roughly.

“So? We can be quick.”

“Not with how you’re behaving.”

“What do you mean?” You teased, rubbing your hand over his clothed cock, feeling it hardening more and more by the second. You moved your hand to his waistband, easily slipping it under his pants despite the belt, you wondered why he even wore it in the first place if he wasn’t going to fasten it correctly.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.” He warned you as he leaned down to kiss you, though you both knew it wasn’t a serious warning.

“I love fire.” You giggled, then moved your hand lower until it was wrapped around his cock as best you could, pumping it slowly.

Andrew let go of your ass and grabbed the table behind you for stability, he moaned under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed. You smiled, moving your other hand to the back of his head and pulling him down until his neck was up to your mouth, where you started peppering kisses. He moaned into your shoulder, his hips buckling ever so slightly as you jerked him off.

His phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification that you both promptly ignored. It was a message from the stage manager, he had ten minutes before he had to go on stage. His left hand gripped the table while his right moved under your shirt, caressing your skin and lightly scratching it with his nails. You fastened your movements, his moans becoming more high-pitched. Your hand moved painfully slow, wanting to drag this out for as long as you could.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he ordered, his voice raspy, “use your pretty mouth on me.” You shook your head.

“Can’t,” you whispered against his neck. “Someone might come in, this is safer.”

“Don’t care.” He let out a strangled moan as he spoke. “Please.”

Hearing him beg was a rare sight, the way his voice cracked and his whole body shook with desire stirred up something in you, your lips continued to kiss all over his neck, careful not to leave any bites or marks so he wouldn’t have any while he was performing. His hips buckled lightly into your hand, he was close, you slowly moved your free hand to his pants with the intent of pulling them down so he wouldn’t ruin his suit, the universe had other plans though. Someone knocked on the door and started turning the handle, your hand flew out of Andrew’s underwear and he quickly fixed his trousers as his manager came in.

“Jesus christ, Andrew!” She screamed, marching over to him with haste, “you’re late! Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go!”

Andrew followed after her, not before kissing your cheek and winking at you, a silent way to tell you this little game wasn’t over yet. You composed yourself and walked out of the dressing room a couple minutes after, taking Andrew’s clothes to the tour bus since he hadn’t had the time to take them there himself thanks to you. You ran to the side of the stage right after, you sat on top of a box as you heard him sing, he was halfway through a song, almost a third through the concert, but he was still as hard as when you last touched him, you smiled to yourself, the outline of his cock only obvious to you thanks to the patchwork suit he was wearing.

Andrew looked at you, his face lighting up with a mix of happiness and lust, he kept stealing glances at you throughout the show, all until he started playing Angel of Small Death, specifically closer to the guitar solo, you could see him getting very into it, he was making faces you knew too well, practically moaning into the microphone before he finally stepped away to do the solo, getting too much into it again, his eyes almost glazed over as they found yours, and then, he threw his head back, biting his lips, he’d just came, on stage, in front of thousands of people, he knew, you knew, you both prayed no one else did. He went back to the microphone to finish the song, his voice more whimpery and rougher than before, his legs were shaking ever so slightly, he had turned fidgety and his face was practically red. You had to close your legs together and bite the inside of your cheeks to stop a moan from escaping, and to make things worse, he was still hard.

The rest of the concert went by too slowly, almost torturously so, but it finally ended, Andrew bowed and took a picture with the band, quickly leaving the stage and walking towards you, ignoring everyone else. His eyes bore into you, they were burning, and you didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing for you. He grabbed your arm, dragging you along with him to somewhere else, a few people tried stopping him to talk, but he quickly dismissed them with whatever the shortest excuse was, though after the fourth person, no one else approached him.

He took you to the tour bus you shared with him, closing the door behind him and lowering all the blinds. A silence fell, the tension palpable in the air.

“Did you actually..?” You asked, trying to fight a giggle.

“You already know.” He replied bluntly, his eyes full of fire. “Don’t laugh, or else.”

“Sorry,” you bit your lip, putting on puppy eyes to see if that would reduce the punishment you already knew was coming.

“Don’t even try with the eyes, they’re not working,” he grabbed your waist roughly, his nails digging into your skin though your clothes. “Anything to say for yourself before I start telling you what’s gonna happen next?”

“Can I clean you up?” You asked, still trying not to laugh, “please, sir? I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Liar.” His grip on you tightened, his voice almost a growl. “I can tell you’re trying not to laugh, you little brat.”

You looked up at him, unable to say anything even though you wanted to, he leaned into your neck, nipping at it lightly.

“You’re going to clean me up, yes, but then I’m going to use that pretty mouth you have,” he whispered into your ear, “and I’ll see about maybe letting you get off after if I feel like it. Got that?”

“Yes, sir.” You bit your lip, practically shaking with excitement.

“Good girl, now go to the bedroom and get on your knees at the foot of the bed.” He ordered, lightly smacking your ass as you left.

He followed suit, taking off his patchwork jacket and unbuttoning his shirt on the way. You kneeled on the spot he told you, he undid his belt and took off his pants, he examined the inside of them as he sat on the bed in front of you, you laid your head on his thigh, your eyes focused on the outline of his still hard cock in his boxer briefs, a dark spot on them from when he came on stage. He groaned lightly, muttering under his breath. “Six-hundred euros just to get cum on them…” He threw them off to somewhere else in the room afterwards, you didn’t know or care where exactly.

“Look at you, so pretty with your head on my lap.” He caressed your hair lovingly, his voice now soft.

You leaned into his touch like a cat, your eyes looking up into his, silently asking for permission to start.

“Go on, take off my boxers and clean me up, be good for me, baby.” He smiled, lifting his hips just enough for you to completely take off his underwear. His cock sprung free, fully hard and covered in his cum. You moved your mouth closer, licking off the remains of his orgasm off his balls before moving to his shaft, Andrew moaned softly, his hand still on your hair, scratching at your head as he held onto it. His spent travelled down your throat as you licked him completely clean, your happy humming almost like a song to Andrew, you kissed his cock along your way, worshipping him in the process. A few moans escaped him as you used your hand to jerk him slightly, just to make sure you got him as clean as possible.

Once finished, you kissed his tip, making him hiss through his teeth, you knew exactly what he wanted the second he pulled your head closer to himself. Your mouth opened, your hands guiding his cock to your mouth, you bobbed your head slightly up and down, still not deepthroating him. You hummed as you took him in your mouth, he moaned without restraint.

“That’s it, good girl, my perfect little slut, you love this don’t you?” He panted softly, throwing his head back for a few moments as more moans escaped him. His grip on your hair tightened, his hand starting to guide your head to take him deeper into your mouth. You let him take control of your movements, holding your thumb in your fist to get rid of your gag reflex as he sped up. Drool ran down your chin as the sound of Andrew’s moans filled up the room.

He suddenly pulled your head away, standing up from the bed and pulling your head so it was at the same height as his hips.

“I want to fuck your mouth properly, are you okay with that, baby?” He asked, barely able to restrain himself.

“When have I not been?” You teased, smiling wide.

“That’s not an answer, do you want this yes or no?” He said sternly, his cock just inches from your face.

“Yes.” You answered, your mouth watering. He immediately pushed himself into your mouth, letting out a loud groan. He pushed you all the way, your nose pressed against the trimmed curls at the base of his cock.

“What’s the safeword for when you’re like this?” He asked, wanting to make sure you remembered how to stop if you needed it. You moved your hand up and tapped on his thigh, he smiled. “Very good.”

He started thrusting into your mouth, starting slow and careful but quickly losing control, he fucked your mouth with wild abandon, his balls slapping against your chin. His moans were loud and rough, he’d lost all care for if someone could hear him, he was completely lost in your warmth. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby, god i love your mouth so much, my perfect little cocksleeve, fuck!” His rhythm started to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic and twitchy. He was close, you both knew it, and after just a few more thrusts, he pushed all the way into your mouth and spilled himself down your throat, you swallowed everything you could.

Andrew pulled out of your mouth slowly and carefully, hissing when your teeth accidentally scraped his cock just the tiniest bit. He caressed your hair, almost petting you, you leaned into his hand, absolutely loving the simple affection. “Was I good?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.

“You were perfect,” he smiled, pulling you up to your feet, and kissing you lovingly. “Do you need anything, water, cuddles, an orgasm?”

You laughed softly at his last suggestion, “I would love that last one, actually.”

“Thought you would,” he smiled, kissing you again. His hands moved to your waistband, starting to pull down your pants. “How do you want it?”

“Eat me?” You asked, taking off your shirt.

“With pleasure.” He replied, taking off your bra as you stepped off your remaining clothes. Andrew smiled, throwing you into bed and climbing over you, only to start kissing down your neck and collarbone. “You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for long.” He added with a soft growl.

“Yeah?” You teased, moaning softly.

“Yes, I shouldn’t be doing this right now.” He left a hickey on your collarbone, kissing down to your breasts, sucking one of your nipples before speaking again. “I should be leaving you begging for me after that little number you pulled earlier.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you moaned, a cheeky smile on your face. “Ah!” You whined after he lightly bit your now hard nipple.

“Don’t try me, love.” He warned you, you nodded. He kissed all the way down to your mound, nuzzling his nose and lips into your bush before he fully settled between your legs, licking your pussy and moaning at the taste.

You moaned loudly as he licked you, his face completely buried in you. He moved slightly lower and pushed his tongue into you, fucking you with it as his nose pressed into your clit. You moved your hips slowly, trying to get some more friction, but Andrew stopped it quickly, his hands moving to hold down your hips. He shook his head for a second, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Andy! Fuck! Oh my god!” You practically whined, trying to move your hips once more only for his arms to push down with more force. Your hands moved to his hair, holding onto it like a lifeline, you pulled him closer, he chuckled. His beard scratched at your inner thighs as he doubled his efforts, moving his face more since he knew you loved it when his nose rubbed against your clit. Your legs started to shake, your breathing became erratic and whiny, your moans turned more and more high pitched until you finally came undone, your whole lower body twitching with pleasure and your mind foggy with bliss. Andrew didn’t stop until your moans turned into whines from overstimulation, when he did, his face was soaked with your essence.

He climbed back up your body, laying down next to you and pulling you close, you melted into his arms, he kissed you all over your face, the last one on your lips.

“You’re banned, indefinitely, from being in my dressing room with me before a show from now on, by the way.” He said into your hair.

“Why? Do you hate me?” You teased, unable to stop your giggle.

“No, you dramatic baby, I love you a lot.” He pinched your cheek, smiling lovingly. “But I’m not risking cumming on stage again just because you like to play with me.”

“I didn’t even do it on purpose, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “I love you, too, by the way.”