The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

"The safeword is red. Use it if you need me to stop." He whispered, kissing me on the forehead and moving down to my neck.

I felt him pull my skin beneath his teeth, lightly biting and moving down until he reached the hem of my shirt. He skillfully pulled it over my head to expose me fully, as I had on only a pair of panties now. I laid there, virtually motionless. What do I do with my hands? Do I say anything? Do I touch him?
He bit a spot that made me let out a small, unintentional 'mhm,' making me blush with embarrassment. I knew he couldn't see me since it was dark, but I liked it that way. He touched me through my underwear.
"Red." I said immediately.

He stopped. "Did that hurt?" He asked caringly. "No. It just....scared me." He touched me there again, and I breathed in sharply, but he did not remove his hand. Instead, he slipped it under my panties and touched the inside, rubbing harshly but in a way that slowly built up and become pleasureful. I moaned lightly and he whispered something I didn't want to repeat.

I found myself laying there, my mouth open and occasionally producing small moans, as Andy hovered above me. I was underage. I'd just barely turned 17. Andy was 23. Did I care?

No.

I didn't.

I had never had that feeling of just...not caring. Not having a stress or a worry. Not thinking about the consequence or all the things that can and probably will go wrong. Instead, I'm just doing it. And enjoying it. And I think that's how it's supposed to be.

He removed my underwear to better reach me, slipping what felt like three fingers in. I jerked away in sudden pain.

"Red." I gasped.
"That was barely two fingers, love." He said, a hint of amusement to his voice.

"Sorry."

"No, don't aapologize. I'm used to whores that take entire fists."

"Fists? People do that?"

"Yeah."

We spoke, interrupting his process for a moment. Andy leaned over, turned on the lights, and looked down at me. I could now see his sweaty, wide eyed self and it only increased the pressure in my abdomen.

"Honestly, I don't see the point in fingering and I'm really fucking turned on right now, so is it okay if I just...?" Andy said breathily.

"Yes. Please." I begged, feeling what it must really mean to be turned on.

I had the safe word ready on my lips as I felt him touch my entrance.

"It's going to hurt. I'll stop if you need me to. Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, please, Andy."
He let out a raspy, 'okay' and as he pressed his hips forward, I felt as I was immediately stretched far beyond capabilities.

"Red!" I screamed, clawing at his chest.

He stopped moving, and I felt a thumping pain in my core. Tears pricked at my eyes. "Andy, it hurts..." I whimpered. He lightly rubbed the side of my cheek, kissing my lips softly. "I know, I'm sorry." He said. The thumping pain ceased a moment. "Keep going." I said. He pushed his hips in further, bit by bit, until his hips were touching mine. I could see clear by the expression on his face that he was enjoying this. His eyes were latched onto my body, sometimes fluttering shut. His mouth was slightly parted though his jaw was tense and locked.

I didn't want to use to safe word again, but as he began to pull out, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He stopped, looking into my eyes and wiping it. "You want me to stop?" He asked lowly. I shook my head.
He slowly pushed back in, and I felt something snap. I jumped with pain and shock, feeling something drip down my leg. The thumping feeling stopped, but it still hurt slightly.

I briefly remembered talking about the hymen in science class of 8th grade. It was basically your virginity. I guess that was mine.

As Andy began to pull out, he moved last something that made me moan and dig my nails into his arms. He groaned throatily. "Andy..." I gasped, closing my eyes. He took this as a sign to speed up, and each time he pushed in he slammed into that lovely, pleasureful spot that made my stomach drop and tighten. "God, Baylie...you're so fucking tight..." He moaned, latching his mouth to my neck and biting down roughly.

"Andy..." I whimpered lightly. "F-Faster..."

"Mhm, moan my name...you're my slut..."

His dirty way of speaking sent shovers down my spine, making me curl my back inwards. "Mhm...God, Baylie, you little slut..." He growled, biting my lip.

"Gentle...please..." I reminded as he almost drew blood from my lower lip.

"Sorry." He said, lightening his pressure and slowing down.

I felt as pleasure built up in my abdomen, slowly creeping towards my core. It seemed as if this pleasure would explode any moment. "Fuck, Baylie...I'm gonna..." Just as he said this, the pressure in my abdomen exploded like a needle to a balloon, making my toes curl and my back arch. I screamed out in pleasure, my walls squeezing in on Andy's length. I felt as he released his cold load into me and flopped, panting, next at my side.

"I love you..." He mumbled.

"I...love you too..." I panted, barely audible. "Did you go..inside?" I asked. I knew how people get pregnant, and I'm not that dumb.

"I've been putting birth control in your food. You're fine." He panted.

"I hate you." I joked.

"You too..."

Notes

Oh my god. Smut. Yes, that did just happen! I hope you all enjoyed this, it's been a bit since I've written smut so I may be a bit rusty. Also, I WANTED IT SPTO BE AWKWARD. I WANTED IT TO BE A LITTLE WEIRD AND A BIT FUNNY.

P.S. THANK YOU FOR THE INBOXES AND THE COMMENTS. You are all such lovely little munchkin children and your comments keep my going! Please keep commenting!