An Andy imagine where the reader is a photographer with AP, and she has a private shoot with Andy? Andy starts flirting with her and he really turns on the charm, then he takes the camera from her and gets her to take some pretty scandalous photos that leads to smut? Thank you!
I looooooove this idea!!!
“Its nice to meet you, Mr. Biersack. I’m Y/N,” I said with a smile, shaking this tall man’s hand.
“Call me Andy, really,” he insisted, smiling back. I blushed a bit and nodded. Of course I had heard of Andy Biersack. This wasn’t the first time he would be appearing in AP. Plus, I enjoyed his music.
“Alright, well, we have a few sets to get through today and then at the end we can go through and pick out which ones you like best, okay?” I asked.
“Sounds great,” he told me. I gripped my camera, thinking about what I wanted to do first.
“Go ahead and stand in front of that set over there and start posing. I know this isn’t your first photoshoot so you probably know pretty much what to do.”
“You got that right,” he said with a laugh. I starting snapping pictures, getting different angles here and there as Andy tried out different positions and I made small suggestions once in awhile. His smile was gorgeous, but his serious faces were sexy as hell. So unprofessional of me to think that, but oh well.
“I really like, try that with the crouching position you did earlier,” I advised.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he asked playfully. I laughed at his joke and continued to snap pictures.
“Yeah, that expression is sexy on you,” I said, not really meaning to. “Oh, my God I’m so sorry, that was completely inappropriate!” Andy just laughed like it was no big deal, but my face was tomato red.
“Good to know,” he said, giving me a wink and smiling that beautiful smile. After finishing this set and getting through two more, we decided to take a break. “So Y/N, tell me about yourself.”
“Uh, well. I moved out here for college. I am 22 and I’ve been working with AP for almost a year now. I got an internship here in my last year of college and it turned into a full time job, so that was pretty exciting. I like rock music and concerts and really good whiskey. And…that’s pretty much it,” I told him, ending with a smirk.
“I happen to notice you didn’t mention any special man in your life,” Andy commented, taking a drag from his cigarette.
“That would be because there isn’t one,” I said with a smile. Andy chuckled in his throat.
“Come on, a woman as attractive and alluring as you is going to tell me you don’t have guys lined up at your door?”
“Nope. Believe it or not, I speak the truth.”
“Well, I’d fight my way to the front of that line,” he said flirtatiously, looking me up and down. I reached over and took Andy’s cigarette, taking a hit and blowing out the smoke.
“Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with a girl like me,” I told him, looking over at him sideways and handing him back his cigarette.
“I sure would like to do a lot to you,” Andy said, smirking at me with a dangerous look in his eyes. What the hell was happening right now.
“Mr. Biersack, I do believe this is quite an inappropriate conversation to be having,” I played back, leaning on the table toward him. “After all, I am here for work.”
“What’s work without a little play?” he asked seductively. I grinned and stood up to stretch, grabbing my camera.
“Speaking of work, we still have two more sets to finish for the day. Lets go, Biersack!” We smiled at each other and went back to doing what we were supposed to. I couldn’t get the lust-filled look in Andy’s eyes out of my mind the entire time. He continued to flirt with me throughout the rest of our time together, but it was a bit lighter and more playful now. That left a bit of a disappointed feeling in my stomach. “No, more like…like in the second one where you did that thing that looked really cool. You know?” Andy couldn’t get the last few poses right and I was trying to give as much direction as I could, but we were both pretty worn down with this anymore.
“Why don’t you show me?” Andy suggested, grinning at me. I thought for a second and agreed. I set my camera on the table and went to the set, trying to show him how to pose. I had to work a bit to get it quite right. As I did, Andy walked to my photographing position and picked up my camera.
“What are you doing?” I asked while laughing as he started to snap pictures of me.
“Having fun,” he said slyly. “Come on, pose for me.” With a sigh and a shake of my head, but a smile still on my face, I stood in various positions, Andy taking pictures all the while. It was kinda fun in all honesty. “How about showing a little skin?” he asked in a seductive voice, a dangerous grin on his lips.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, in fact I think-”
“I thought you were a girl I didn’t want to mess with. Doesn’t that imply a bit of a rebel?” he taunted. “Come on, Y/N. Lets get into some real fun.”
“Fine,” I agreed, giving him a look. I went back to the set and pulled the side on my shirt down so it expose my shoulder and part of my bra, putting on my sexy face. Andy took some pictures and did different poses. I pulled my jeans down a bit so my black lace thong was exposed. More pictures. At one point, I laid down on the ground and hike my shirt up slightly, pulling the sexiest face I could and tangling my hand in my hair while arcing my chest up. I saw Andy’s adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed, crouching down to my level to take pictures. When our eyes met after he lowered the camera, something clicked in both of us.
“Y/N, maybe you should get up and uh..fix your clothes,” he suggested half heartedly.
“I might have to fuck you right now if you don’t, and trust me baby, if I do, you won’t be able to walk to your fucking car,” he said darkly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered. And just like that, Andy’s lips were on mine hungrily and violently. Everything was happening so fast and it was filled with so much desire and passion. My hands pulled his black hair roughly and his tongue dominated my mouth sloppily. His body was pressed to mine, my legs wrapping around his waist. Andy kissed down my neck, biting and sucking and leaving all kinds of marks. His fingers dug into my hips. I palmed him through his jeans, earning a groan.
“I wanna fuck you bent over that table,” he growled in my ear. I pushed him off of me and stood up, walking over to it and waiting for him. He prowled up to me, eyes roaming my body hungrily. I seized Andy’s suspenders and pulled him to me, kissing him roughly. He practically ripped my shirt off, not even bothering to actually remove my bra before kissing down and taking one of my breasts in his mouth as I leaned back slightly over the piece of furniture, tossing my head back. My hands found Andy’s jeans and I quickly undid them, pulling them down to reveal his boxers, which I pulled down also to reveal his large erection. I began to toy with him, earning more moans. He stopped kissing my body and concentrated on undoing my pants and throwing them down, then spinning me around and pushing me over the table roughly. He rubbed his tip at my entrance over my panties just to tease me.
“Fuck, Andy, come on,” I pleaded, needing him.
“These are such sexy little panties,” he teased, running his fingers over me. I moaned impatiently. Andy put one finger in me, pumping slowly. “Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered. “Tell me how rough you want it.”
“Fuck me as hard as you can, Andy, please,” I breathed. I was filled with lust. Andy pulled my underwear down and slammed into me, making me scream. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, just went at a fast pace. “Oh, God!” I yelled, my knuckles turning white from gripping the table. Andy was letting out a few grunts as he continued to slam into me, rocking the table. His hand smacked my ass and I just knew it left a nice red print.
“Fuck you feel so damn good,” he groaned. He pulled out and spun me over so I was facing him now. Andy kissed me passionately before continuing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. Andy brought a hand to rub my clit as continues to pound into me and I felt myself start to lose it. “Scream my name when you cum,” he whispered in my ear. It didn’t take long after that.
“Andy, fuck!” I yelled, tightening around him and shaking with pleasure. He released after a few more thrusts, a string of profanities leaving his mouth. We caught our breath together before looking in each other’s eyes and laughing about what we just did. We put our clothes on again and cleaned up. “I would so get fired if anyone found out about that,” I told him, grinning like an idiot.
“Well, you wouldn’t get in trouble if we went out for drinks, right?” he asked, smiling sincerely. I returned it happily.
“No, that would definitely be okay,” i said, packing up my camera. “Can we get some food, too, though? All that activity made me hungry.” Andy laughed and put his arm around my shoulders as we headed out.
“Absolutely. My treat.”