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One Night Stand 》 Andy Biersack x Reader

a/n: guys, Andy Biersack is my Hollywood Rockstar Husband and has been so since 2013 when I got into BVB... gosh, he's perfect and i never got to write smut for him (cause i used to not?? but oh how the tables have turned) AND SO WE DID. also very very excited for BVB's new album, The Phantom Tomorrow on the 29thhhhh, AHHHHH!

summary: A senior in college, you come across Andy Biersack at a party, only to have a one night stand.

warnings: smutty smut, mature language

word count: 1.5k

**my requests are open!**

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The alcohol tasted wonderful as it touched your tongue, the slight burn in your throat all the more thrilling. You were convinced by one of your good friends to attend a party when you should have been home, diligently studying like the good student you were. A senior in college, you were so close to the finish line, just a few more months and you would be handed a degree.

Which is why you decided to let yourself off the hook; just for tonight.

But now as you downed your second solo cup full of liquid, you could begin to feel the effects it had. The slight dizziness, but you were still in control of yourself.

Yet you had no idea… you would end up in bed with one of Hollywood’s rockstars before the night was over.

You had bumped into him, his own cup nestled in his hand, but he was lightly sipping it. You could hardly remember, he said something about being in a band? You were still fuzzy on the details, your eyes only being able to zero in on his, noticing the oceans they pooled.

His frame towered above you, standing at an almighty six foot four, tattoos sleeving both arms, even dancing across his neck. You were more shocked by the amount he had scattered across the front of his body once his clothes were discarded.

“Batman?” You giggled, noticing the symbolism of the Dark Knight. The man laughed, rather flirtatiously, his eyes scanning your face.

“Yes,” He breathed out. “Huge fan.”

His voice was the deepest you had ever heard and it sounded even better that night, releasing clit-throbbing moans into your ear as your hips rocked hard against his as you rode him like a stallion.

You two had found yourselves at some point during the night, sitting on a couch beside each other, blabbering about who knows what. You desperately wanted to remember the name. Black Veil something? You shook your head. The alcohol was surely the cause of your sudden forgetfulness.

Drunken college students and adults alike were dancing sleazy on top of each other, practically screaming at the top of their lungs.

Los Angeles gotta love it.

You did remember he said his band had a show in the city next week, his reason for being here was finishing up a record. You thought that to be rather cool but still drew a blank on the name.

But what really grasped your attention was the boldness this man possessed. He was the first one to suggest you two getting out of the party, away from the crowd. Before you could even fathom, you were inside of his hotel room, your lips attached to his. Kissing him fervently as if your life depended on it, you let a moan slip from between your lips as his hand reached below to grip your ass.

He was strong, a lot stronger than his exterior made it seem. He whisked you up and your legs tangled around his waist as he took you over to the hotel bed, laying you down on your back. His lips worked wonders against the skin of your neck, your hands reaching to tangle around his locks, remembering his hair was black.

His body fits in between your legs perfectly, his weight pressing down against your chest, making you nearly beg for more.

You did remember his name, thankfully.

Andy.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” Andy moaned against your neck as his lips captured yours in a heated kiss, your tongue the first to jut out and slide across his bottom lip. You smirked against his mouth, using your hands to snake underneath the black t-shirt he wore, urging him to remove it.

He broke the kiss for just a second, ripping the article of clothing off of his body, exposing his toned abdomen that was peppered with tattoos.

He was so hot.

You bit your lip, wrapping your hand around his neck, guiding him back to your lips as he began unfastening the button of your jeans, you helping him by lifting your hips. His iridescent blues cast into yours, his smile luscious as he pulled the jeans down your legs, tossing them to the growing pile.

You tugged your shirt over your head, the baby pink lace exposed to his hungry eyes, his pupils dilating. Andy brought his lips forward and attached them to your neck, sucking and nipping against the sensitive skin which caused a moan to relish from you.

“Oh, please don’t stop,” You murmured, kissing his shoulder, your nails dragging lines across his back. He worked his way down, diligently toying with your breasts as you unclasped the bra, letting it fall against the bed. Immediately, Andy pushed it out of the way before he took one of your mounds into his hands, watching your face contort with pleasure as you arched your back beneath him.

His mouth pressed open, hot kisses against the erogenous zone becoming warm from the moisture of his mouth. He flicked one of your buds, twisting it between his fingers as his tongue circled the opposing, a moan erupting from you, your breath faltering. You tangled your fingers through his hair, watching as he disappeared along the length of your body, coming awfully close to your soaked core that begged for the touch he could offer you.

“Andy,” You said breathlessly, watching as he eyed your heat, licking his lips with a gentle bite.

“Soaked already,” He smirked, eyeing you closely as he used a long finger to slide across your clothed slit, making your hands instinctively reach for the sheets beneath you. Pushing your lace to the side, you felt as he stroked your clit teasingly, making a growl release from you, Andy’s interest piqued intently.

“Eager for me?” He laughed darkly, making you eye him hazily.

He gave in to the persistent thrusting of your hips that demanded contact, his mouth catching yours. He roughly removed the lace as his fingers worked against your clit, rubbing circles around it that sent your eyes into the back of your head. You nearly screamed into his mouth when you felt him slip between your folds and penetrate your tightness with his index and middle fingers. He kissed you harder to entrap the moans that squeezed from you and he could easily feel you clench around his fingers, making him groan.

Just as you told him you were nearly about to come undone, he played the mean card by retracting his fingers from your soaking folds, licking you clean from his hand. Your eyes widened at the sight, his tongue swirling around each finger that was coated with your wetness, your core seemingly throbbing, begging for him.

“Oh, that’s hot,” You muttered to yourself, Andy smirking.

You watched as he unbuttoned his skinny jeans, your eyes settling on the bulge that had promptly formed. You licked your mouth, closing your eyelids for a split second. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from between your lips as the briefs came off next, revealing himself entirely.

He was a lot bigger than you expected and it excited you beyond comprehension.

But Andy flipped the two of you over, ensuring you were the one on top. You gasped when he lifted your hips, holding you in the air slightly.

You reached behind you and grasped his length, lowering yourself onto him, both of you releasing a groan of pleasure at the feeling. Andy rested his head back on the pillow as your hands landed on his chest. You rocked your hips against him, feeling as Andy began thrusting upwards, uncovering your g-spot almost immediately.

You cried out with each thrust, reaching down to kiss him hard, his teeth gently biting at your bottom lip while you slipped your tongue inside of his mouth. Your walls clenched around Andy and he released a groan, telling you just how good you felt wrapped around him.

“Taking me like a good girl,” His raspy voice announced to you, the good girl nearly throwing you over the edge. You tightened yourself around him, his blue eyes rolling back. His thrusts became harder, deeper, and faster, his own high being chased while yours was nearly tipping.

One more rock against his hips sent you barreling over the cliff, into the depths of an ocean in which your orgasm entailed. Andy kept rolling his hips against yours, his own climax washing over him, his moans released into the air sounding like pure music to your ears.

Your head fell against his warm chest, both of your heaving, shoulders moving as you regained your air.

Rolling off of Andy, you found yourself curling up beside him, the alcohol still resonating in your system which more than likely made the sex ten times better.

You gazed up to stare at the man whose eyes were searching yours. He kissed your lips deeply.

Before you realized it, you two passed out beside each other.

You awoke much earlier the next morning, looking over to see the tall man still fast asleep. He looked utterly peaceful.

But you knew this was just a one-time thing.

A one-night stand.

Gathering your clothes, you threw them on. Walking over to the side he was asleep on, you reached down and pressed your lips against his forehead, his slumber persistent.

“Thanks for a great night, rockstar.” You whispered, hurrying out of the room, calling yourself an Uber on the way down the elevator.

And that was the last you saw of Andy.

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adirecthookto8kilometers · 3 years ago

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