i don’t know if anyone has been talking about this, but when i listen to “join me in death” (nightcore version) — yes, that song that went viral on tiktok — I THINK OF CAL. does it happen to u too?
not trying to claim this as my own if someone has already talked about it
pleeeeeeeease more popular girl reader x andre and YES PLEASE add smut... HOWEVER since they literally JUST met in this trope, you could do a different storyline altogether or just wait another time to add smut to the og storyline of meeting in detention 😛 you do you queen it's gonna be totally awesome sauce whichever way you choose to go about it
warning; 18+,smut, sexual content
andre kriegman x popular girl!reader
summary: andre went to a party following a suggestion to experience new things and the night goes so well that he ends up experiencing new sensations.
friday, may 28th, 2001 — 10:23 pm
andre and his friend calvin arrived at ryan’s house.
it was ryan's birthday, and that was why he threw the party; don't turn 18 every year, and since ryan was one of the most popular guys at iroquois high school, it would have been embarrassing if he didn't do anything.
andre was cursing under his breath, he would rather chew glass than walk through the front door of ryan's house.
it was almost impossible to walk inside, there were so many people and his body kept bumping into everyone.
he hated the feeling of skin against skin, especially if it belonged to someone he ran into at high school.
“is it even going to be worth being here?,” —he thought as he tried to get away from the living room, where everyone was dancing.
he was definitely going to regret this from now until may 1st.
andre glanced out of the corner of his eye at cal, who looked like he was about to cry at any second, at least he wasn't alone in feeling this miserable.
why were they even at this party? both of them were starting to do things they had never done before, things they didn't even like just looking to experience something new.
cal walked ahead until he was standing next to the back door that led to the yard.
bit by bit, they started to feel a little bit of the fresh air coming in from the open door but it wasn't enough to beat the heat inside the house caused by the massive crowd.
—this is fucking ridiculous, —andre said as he looked through the open door, it was like he was looking for an escape but even the backyard was a sea of people.
cal made a disgusted face.
—i think accepting rachel’s invitation was the worst thing we've ever done. you know what's making me so mad? —cal turned to look at andre, if he was even paying attention. andre looked back at him—. she’s not even here yet.
andre frowned, rachel had sold them on the idea that this was going to be an amazing party, the perfect chance for them to get out and socialize and she hadn't even shown up to the fucking party yet.
—what if she never gets here?, —cal asked.
—if she’s not here in fifteen minutes, we're leaving, —andre said, feeling anger take over his body causing a tight feeling in his chest.
cal nodded while his eyes wandered around the room: people were drinking; others were dancing so close he thought they were going to fuse into one single person; some were making out so passionately, it felt uncomfortable to look at so he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and looked away.
andre followed cal’s gaze until his eyes landed on you.
you were wearing a denim skirt that hit above your thighs, a camisole with thin straps and delicate pink lace at the neckline and platform sandals, you probably dressed up like this for every party, but it was the first time he had ever seen you this way.
there was something inside andre that you woke up, you looked so different compared to the days he bumped into you at school; you always carried yourself with confidence, but tonight, that confidence was mixed with a magnetic sexiness.
you were always the center of attention, the girl who ruled the hallways, whose name everyone knew and whose approval everyone desperately wanted.
andre hated that everyone wanted to be with you, that everyone wanted to be your friend, that you were always surrounded by guys who looked like they belonged on runways for elite brands, treating you like a goddess just because you were pretty. andre didn't want to be just another guy in the crowd, but deep down, he knew he was.
he looked away from you and leaned into the recess between the doorframe and the wall.
“rachel better not show up, that way i'll be back home in less than fifteen minutes,” —andre thought, his eyes wandering everywhere except at you.
minutes dragged on like hours.
the heat grew thicker, heavy with the smell of beer, cigarette smoke, and weed. andre stood his ground, mentally counting down the seconds to force himself not to look for you again—which was completely impossible not to do.
it didn't even take three seconds before his eyes betrayed him, from across the room, he watched you laugh at something the guy next to you said.
andre and calvin’s patience was running thin.
cal pulled his hands out of his pockets, visibly anxious, rocking back and forth on the heels of his sneakers.
the atmosphere inside the house was becoming unbearable.
just as andre was about to suggest heading out into the back yard to catch some actual fresh air, the popular crowd around you scattered.
you walked straight toward the backyard exit, passing right next to them.
in your hand, you held a bright pastel flip phone, its screen open as your fingers moved quickly across the keypad.
cal, desperate for an excuse to find out how much longer their torture would last, caught sight of it.
he didn't have his own phone—it had been confiscated by his parents as punishment—and he certainly couldn't ask andre, who, in a fit of rage, had thrown his own phone against the wall shattering it into pieces.
with no other option, cal took a step forward before andre could stop him.
—h-hey... um, e-excuse me, —his eyes darted to your phone for a second—. do—do you... w-what time is it?
when your eyes met cal’s, you registered who he was, a faint look of surprise crossing your face, truth be told, you never expected to see him anywhere outside of school—honestly, you doubted he ever even left his house unless he absolutely had to. but seeing him here? at a party? that was completely unheard of.
you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, signaling for cal to come closer.
—what was that? —the music was blasting so loud you could feel the bass rattling in your chest.
cal stepped closer to you with clumsy strides, praying in his mind that you would be able to hear him better this time so he wouldn't have to repeat himself a third time.
—y-yeah... d-do you—do you know what time it is? —cal’s nerves made his voice crack.
you knew him, of course you knew him; down the hallways of iroquois high school, his name—or rather, his cruel nicknames—echoed all the time. you had seen from afar how he was shoved against lockers, or how people mocked cal for every single thing he did or said. you never joined in on the teasing, but you never did anything to stop it, either.
instead of ignoring calvin or making a face of disgust like any of your friends would have, you looked down at your phone one last time, checking the time.
—oh, yeah. it’s ten thirty-one. did you... —you paused as your eyes drifted past cal, locking completely with andre. a soft, apologetic look crossed your face—. oh, sorry... are you guys just getting here, or are you leaving already? it’s a bit too early to leave, isn’t it? —you closed your phone with a sharp snap and gave them a small, almost timid smile.
truth be told, you had always thought andre was attractive, but that was a secret you guarded like a weapon. you would never dream of admitting it to your friends—not even once.
after all, as one of the popular crowd, you were expected to aim for someone of a certain "caliber" and explaining an attraction to someone like him would have been social suicide.
often, stealing glances during passing periods or across hallways, felt like a dangerous game, eyes never meeting—or so it seemed, little did you know that whenever you were distracted, his eyes were always locked on you.
you didn't even know what you had done right tonight to suddenly have the opportunity to have him right here in front of you, it was the very first time you were even speaking to them, and had cal not spoken up first just to ask for the time, you probably would have passed right by.
andre tensed against the wall.
“out of all the damn people at this party, why did cal have to ask you?,” —he screamed to himself in his mind, doing his absolute best not to run away right then and there. “wait, did you say ten thirty-one?,” —he thought. although he didn't remember the exact time they arrived, it had surely been less than ten minutes; the last time he checked the clock was on his car dashboard before getting out.
why did it feel like hours had already passed? he snapped back to reality when he heard cal's voice again.
—oh, n-no... no, we're waiting for someone, —cal blurted out.
andre’s eyes widened and he shot a glare at calvin.
cal wasn't lying—they were waiting for rachel—but why the hell did he have to tell you that? had cal just given the green light to stay at the party, overriding the plan that he and andre were supposed to leave if she didn't show up within fifteen minutes?
after hearing that there were still a few minutes left before rachel's time ran out, cal rubbed the back of his neck, suffocated.
—i need a drink, i'm way too hot—, calvin said, looking toward the kitchen where he could see beer and sodas from afar. he knew that staying there meant stuttering and making a fool of himself in front of one of the most popular girls at iroquois.
before andre could reach out to grab him by the shirt and stop him, cal lost himself in the crowd disappearing completely.
andre’s body was so tense that his muscles would probably ache tomorrow.
—dumbass, i'm not driving you home, —he muttered under his breath.
you were still standing less than a meter away from him, the lid of your flip phone still closed between your fingers.
for a moment, you followed cal's silhouette as he walked away; when he lost himself in the crowd, you turned your gaze back to andre.
—sorry? —you tilted your head, your eyes traveled over his features, trying to decipher what he had just muttered, you lingered for a few seconds on his lips before meeting his eyes again.
andre swallowed hard, trying to look indifferent as he held your gaze.
instead of leaning closer so you could hear him, he just raised his voice.
—never mind... i didn't say anything interesting, —andre blurted out.
you felt a slight sting of rejection; usually, people would lean in whenever you couldn't hear them—or whenever you pretended not to hear just to get them close like cal had done just a few minutes ago.
still, while andre expected you to turn around and go back to your group of friends, you did no such thing. you just stood there, smiling and looking him straight in the eyes.
slipping your phone into your skirt pocket, you pulled a silver lighter out of the opposite one.
—so, who are you guys waiting for? —you asked, picking up on cal's comment before he left. you didn't know they had any friends outside of each other.
—rachel, —andre answered, his voice as harsh and sharp as he could manage. he didn't want to sound nervous.
—oh, i know her... i've talked to her, —your comment didn't surprise andre; rachel had excitedly told them that she had exchanged a few words with you—if his memory served him right, that was about two months ago.
there was a silence between the two of you.
andre’s eyes traveled from you to the direction cal had gone; if he had only gone for a drink, he shouldn't be long.
—the heat is going to kill me... there's a balcony upstairs in ryan's room, i'm going to smoke... want to come? —you gave him one last look—a slow one that dragged down his neck and trailed back up to his eyes.
you turned toward the stairs leading to the second floor, where ryan only allowed his circle of friends to go.
andre stood frozen watching you walk away with that subtle, hypnotic sway of your hips—a movement he had memorized from countless accidental encounters in the school hallways.
his subconscious was screaming at him to run to the car regardless of whether he found cal or not; may 1st was just around the corner. but that recurring thought that nothing mattered anymore, that his days were numbered, tangled with a sudden, desperate urge to experience something with you one last time.
he let out a heavy sigh through his nose and headed up the stairs right behind you.
the thumping music downstairs faded into a dull distant hum the moment you both crossed the threshold of ryan’s room.
you walked in first and flipped on the bedroom light.
he followed dragging his feet with a fake indifference that instantly crumbled when he heard the sharp click of the door latch closing, the sound of the lock echoed through the room like a gunshot; andre tensed, locking his eyes onto your back as you walked with complete ease toward the glass doors leading to the balcony.
once you reached the balcony, as you flicked the lighter to life, you caught andre watching you from the doorframe.
you could almost feel his gaze on the purple rhinestones of your lighter.
it was a strange distance to keep; usually guys would just come up to you, but he remained there, standing a few meters away.
taken aback by his hesitation, you finally turned your head to look at him.
—are you shy? —without breaking eye contact with andre, you held the cigarette between your fingers to your lips—. or maybe you're just not interested in people... or maybe you're just not interested in me, —you offered your characteristic smirk, blowing out a plume of smoke.
your comment caught andre off guard, and he accidentally mirrored that same smirk—the one you always wore when you weren't being serious. though his reached his eyes—proving he was far more interested in you than he dared to admit—he realized his mistake a second too late. his smile faltered, softening into a guarded look as he tried to pull his mask of indifference back into place, but to his utter misfortune, you had already caught the flicker of honesty.
you extended your hand toward andre, signaling for him to take the cigarette.
without thinking too much about it, he took it, the tips of his fingers brushing against your skin.
andre brought the cigarette to his lips but as he took a drag, his gaze drifted past the balcony railing.
down on the street, a car pulled up to the curb and rachel stepped out, waving goodbye to her older sister before rushing toward the front door.
seeing her finally arrive, the tension in andre's shoulders completely faded, a wave of relief washed over him knowing calvin wouldn't be left alone downstairs anymore.
but you had no idea about any of that all you noticed was that andre had frozen, his eyes locked on the street as he completely tuned you out.
a bit bored by his sudden distraction—and used to being the center of attention—you decided you had spent enough time out in the cold.
without a word, you turned on your heel and walked back through the glass doors, leaving him standing there with the cigarette between his fingers.
you crossed the bedroom and sat down right in the center of the edge of the bed, leaning back on your palms.
from inside, you watched him as he stood near the balcony frame, finally realizing you were gone.
the moment he looked at you, you held his gaze and patted the empty spot right next to you, a silent invitation for him to come inside and sit down.
andre dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe.
stepping back inside, he cautiously sat on the very edge of the mattress, trying not to sink the bed so he wouldn't slide toward you.
it was a losing battle, though; ryan's bed was large but by positioning yourself right in the center, you had left him with no choice but to be cornered between you and the headboard.
you just watched him, leaning your weight on one elbow while casually playing with one of the straps of your camisole.
silence hung between you, and that was exactly what frustrated him the most; you were used to guys tripping over their own words just to impress you, so you waited for his move, because in your world, everyone acted first when they were near you.
he noticed the expectation in your eyes, andre hated feeling analyzed.
—what are you looking at? —he snapped, his voice lower and rougher from the tobacco.
—do you mind? —you smirked, never breaking eye contact.
the sheer defiance in your voice cleared his head of any doubts.
you were daring him, and his pride wouldn't let him back down and that was when he made the first move.
andre leaned forward suddenly before you could even react, his big hand closed around your wrist, stopping you from playing with the strap of your top, the sudden move caught you off guard.
you smiled.
—i underestimated you—you confessed. as your gaze drifted from his eyes to his hand wrapped around your wrist, the difference in size felt striking. avoiding the urge to bite your lip required all your focus.
feeling your pulse quicken, ready to see just how far this would go.
—what? —he kept his grip firm on your wrist.
—i was just curious if you were actually going to talk to me or if you were going to bite your tongue until your friend comes back up.
—i'm some kind of experiment? —his grip starting to loosen.
—no, you're not, —you let out a laugh, one that wasn't mocking him—. it's just fun... not you, i mean... the situation.
once andre let go of your wrist completely, you lowered your arm and rested it on your lap.
his eyes followed the movement, lingering for a few seconds on the way your skirt rode up due to how you were sitting and you noticed his gaze.
—oh, so do you like seeing girls in skirts? or is it just me? —a hand moved from your lap, clearing every obstacle blocking his view of your thighs, while that signature smirk returned to your face.
his cheeks flushed; you caught him staring. honestly, it wasn't the first time he’d looked at you like that.
he used to do it from across the cafeteria, tucked away in some corner with cal, while you sat right in the center of the place, but today was completely different... he was here with you, alone.
—u-uh... i-i... —andre snapped his head away, staring out toward the balcony where you both had been just moments ago.
you noticed his nervousness and it was impossible not to laugh out loud, you never thought you’d have the school’s outcast all to yourself and right now you felt like you could do whatever you wanted with him.
the second your laughter filled the room his head whipped back in your direction.
once again, he looked vulnerable.
a shiver ran down andre's spine, his gaze didn't waver from yours and you didn't look away either.
the room fell into a heavy silence, where the only sound was the distant echo of the bass from the music downstairs and andre's heavy breathing.
his blood boiled at the way you laughed at his nerves and seeing your thighs on display like that, finally snapped the last thread of his sanity.
before you could drop another teasing comment, andre moved.
he closed the distance between you on the bed so fast it made you catch your breath, there was no shyness in his movements now; his big and warm hand traveled straight to your shoulder, pushing you with just enough force to make you lose your balance on the elbow you were leaning on, forcing you to fall flat on your back against the mattress.
you could even react, andre was already leaning over you, trapping your body beneath his.
his hand immediately slid to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair to secure his grip, while his other hand anchored itself right beside your waist, cornering you completely.
your camisole was completely crushed against his black shirt, you could feel the wild frantic thumping of his heart crashing right against your chest.
—not laughing anymore, are you? —he challenged in a husky whisper, his breath brushing against your lips before his eyes dropped to your mouth for a split second.
he didn't give you time to answer; andre slammed his lips against yours in a heavy, hungry, and desperate kiss, then he started biting your lower lip with just enough force to make you let out a muffled moan against his mouth.
the hand at your waist slid up hard slipping underneath the camisole to touch the bare skin of your back.
his warm fingers dug in, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, while hands tangled around his neck desperate not to let him pull away.
from there, his palms glided around your ribs sliding further up your torso; the moment the pink fabric bunched up, his hands stopped right over the warmth of your bare boobs.
he squeezed your softness firmly.
your hands slid down from his neck to the leather belt around his waist; with what little sanity was left, fingers fumbled to unbuckle it, but you were used to being chased to having guys lose their minds trying to undress you, not the other way around.
immediately, your arms found their way back to the nape of his neck pulling him down to bridge the distance once more.
your hands moved to his waist, pressing firmly against his hips, you did it to see if andre would catch the hint—hoping he’d realize just how desperate you were, and that maybe, it would finally push him to start stripping your clothes off.
andre groaned against your lips in response to your touch.
in that instant, he felt a sudden, heavy rush of blood, and beneath his clothes, he could feel his own body betraying him as a growing hardness.
you kept kissing him but as the seconds ticked by, you noticed andre still wasn't making a move to undress you.
realizing there was no choice but to break every internal rule, you shattered that long-standing habit where in every other encounter, guys were always the ones to strip you bare.
you had never been the one to initiate, but right then, desperation was simply stronger than any need for comfort.
fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his torso, andre pulled away, letting the kiss break with a wet sound and finished pulling the shirt over his head himself.
you yanked him right back down, matching your lips once more.
driven by pure unadulterated lust, his hands slid straight underneath your skirt but the denim got in the way, you noticed it and as much as you wished he’d be the one to strip it off you, you knew he wouldn't. but once you had already broken that habit, it didn't even matter anymore. the pride was gone, replaced by a desperate need to feel him.
this time you broke the kiss to lift your hips; you unbuttoned the skirt and, in one swift motion, slid it down dragging your panties along with it. as the fabric pulled away from your skin, the heat of your wetness became undeniable: you felt a thin slick of your own wetness stretch between the fabric and your pussy before snapping from the distance and you collapsed back against the mattress.
he watched your every move with undivided attention, clearly intending to burn that exact image into his memory for the rest of his existence.
—fuuuck, —andre gasped, feeling his boxers tightening painfully. if it were biologically possible, he would have felt his entire body go cold; all his blood had rushed down to his now-full boner.
your eyes raked over his entire body as that smile of yours played on your lips.
andre pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbing you by the thighs to drag you roughly toward him and settling you against the bed; he was desperate.
''this is definitely his first time'', —you thought, noticing his urgency.
—put your legs up, —he ordered in a husky voice, gesturing with a palm to his own shoulder to show you where to rest them.
he hadn't even finished the sentence before you’d already done it, exposing yourself completely to him.
you felt your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your camisole.
now positioned right between your legs, he closed every single inch of distance, facing your pussy head-on.
andre couldn't take his eyes off you; he was fascinated seeing you so wet and ready for what was coming, with a mix of fascination and clumsiness, his trembling fingers slid up the inside of your thighs until brushing against your slit.
it was the first time in his life he had ever touched a girl in such an intimate way; he only had experience with kissing, he hadn’t even seen his ex-girlfriend, hannah, naked, much less touched her even over her clothes. hannah had never seen andre naked, either, much less touched him.
andre stroked you a couple of times, testing the waters with a shyness that vanished the second he heard you gasp.
then his tongue replaced the touch of his fingers and the sudden wave of pleasure made you arch your back against the sheets, you buried your hands in his hair, tugging tightly to pull him even closer to your pussy.
—sh-shit... —your moans grew more frequent, echoing in the room as you mentally thanked the speakers downstairs for muffling your moans.
he kept delicately devouring your pussy, taking your clit between his lips with a hungry clumsiness that drove you insane.
you slipped a hand underneath your disheveled camisole and pinched your own nipple chasing more stimulation.
andre let out heavy breaths against your inner thighs; he was losing his mind.
—plea-ase, i-i need you ins-iide me... —you begged, but he was too far gone in lust. you tried again, your hand fisted in his hair as you nudged him. —hey...
he finally reacted on the second try and pulled away.
a thick string of spit and fluids stretched between his lips and your pussy; the sight was so filthy and hot, it made you let out a whimper.
you pulled your hand out from under your camisole, letting it drop to your side, exhausted.
—d-did i... do something wr-wrong? —he asked, his gaze blown wide with pleasure, though that tender pink blush was still burning on his cheeks.
—yo-ou d-don't... just... oh... fu-uck me, —you said, trying to steady your breathing.
hearing your plea, he sat up and finished undoing the belt you had unbuckled minutes earlier.
—do you have a condom? —you breathed out but he shook his head—. ryan might have some... —gesturing with your head toward the nightstand, you added—: check in there.
leaning both elbows on the mattress, you propped yourself up a bit
you both had a shred of faith: of course ryan, the popular guy, was going to have condoms.
what was all this? a book, hair gel, a roll of toilet paper, some glasses... did ryan wear glasses? andre had never seen him with them, was ryan afraid of being called four-eyes?.
finally a wave of relief washed over his body when he spotted a silver foil wrapper peeking out from underneath an empty perfume bottle, he grabbed it immediately.
andre came back to where you were then pushed both his pants and his boxers down, letting them drop completely to the floor.
he shot you a sidelong glance as he tore open the wrapper, his fingers tracing his length as he began rolling it on.
everything andre knew about how to do this, what he had just done to you or what he was about to do, he had learned from eavesdropping on the bragging jerks and their locker room stories—even though he knew that, deep down, those boys were just insecure and probably making it all up to feel better about themselves, the rest came from advice from his older cousin or reading anonymous internet forums late at night.
your eyes kept darting from his boner to his face; you couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside.
to get comfortable, you crawled toward the center of the mattress away from the edge, letting your head sink into the pillow with your body completely spread out.
longing to finally feel him inside, you opened your legs for him one more time; he climbed onto the bed, settling between your thighs, absolutely loving the sight of having you at his complete mercy.
—i'm so fuuucking wet —your hand slid down, slipping a single finger inside you, desperately trying to quiet the ache to have something filling you up.
his gaze followed the movement closely, his boner twitching at the sight.
—y-yeah, i can see that, i'm not blind —andre stammered, his breath catching as he gave himself a couple of quick strokes along his length to brace himself before going inside you.
watching him touch himself made you let out a moan.
—fuck, don't make me wait anymore... just shove your dick in —you looked straight into his eyes as you bit your lip, trying to stifle another sound.
the moment you saw him lean in, you pulled your finger out of your slit, though you didn't stop biting your lip.
once he was close enough, andre slid his dick over your slit, teasing you.
he kept grinding against your folds, tracing the length of his dick over your slit without going inside.
you moaned again, closing your eyes.
—shi-tt... —andre lowered his head, focusing on the way he was rubbing against your slit.
to guide him, you wrapped your fingers around his dick directing his movements straight against your clit while your free hand pulled back your hood to expose yourself even more to the friction.
—i think my dick is going to explode, —he blurted out, that comment making you chuckle and cutting off your moan.
—let it explode after you get inside me.
you released your grip on him, letting his dick fall free so he could finally take you.
with his right hand, he guided his boner and slowly he pushed inside you.
he let out a long groan as he felt how hot and tight your walls were while you gasped, feeling him fill you up completely.
andre started thrusting, bracing his hands on either side of your body.
he didn't just lean in for kisses; sometimes he pulled back just to watch you, andre took in the way your mouth hung open in an 'o' with every moan, the way your boobs heaved with your ragged breathing and the sight of his dick disappearing and reappearing with every thrust.
you were a mess of pleasure.
—y-you’re big, —you whispered. the position allowed you to see his face perfectly, so you noticed exactly how his eyes darkened at your compliment.
—do you like big dicks, or do you like my big dick? —you let out a sharp moan at his question; andre was now playing with the same dynamic you had used earlier.
you bit your lip and he let out a low grunt in response, hearing that you felt your walls pulse around his dick.
—i-i like your big dick.
his thrusts became deeper and the sound of your bodies colliding grew louder in the room, if andre kept paying attention to that rhythmic slapping, he knew he would cum right then and there, but he wasn't ready to finish yet.
your hand reached down to rub your clit as you moaned but he caught your wrist, moving your fingers away to replace them with his own.
—l-like that... d-don’t stop, —you gasped, your breath hitching as your walls tightened around him. he noticed it immediately.
andre stopped rubbing your clit, shifting his hips to pull out completely.
—t-the hell... w-what are you doing? —you protested, your voice shaky with frustration.
you were so close to coming that the sudden loss felt like pure torture.
—get on all fours.
a knowing smile played on your lips; it was your favorite position.
though you didn't know it was his biggest fantasy—a secret he’d nurtured by obsessively scouring porn sites and those forbidden forums where everyone seemed to talk about nothing else.
you followed his lead without hesitation, arching your back and lifting your hips, leaving yourself fully exposed to him.
he placed one hand on your hip while the other guided him to your entrance, andre pushed inside in one deep thrust and as you gasped from the pleasure, he moved his guiding hand to your other hip, anchoring you in place to take total control.
the shock of it was immediate and intense.
his balls slapped against your clit with every strike—this was why you loved this position so much, not to mention how guys had told you how good your ass looked from this angle.
you both groaned in sync, you lowered your chest against the mattress, tilting your hips up to ensure his dick hit your g-spot with every hit.
—y-you... y-you’re s-so tight...
andre’s thrusts turned frantic and jagged.
you felt the need for more, so you arched your back and began to rock your hips—back and forth—grinding against him to match his thrusts.
the fullness was maddening in the best way possible.
—sh-shit... i-i’m gonna... i’m gonna c-cum, —he growled, his grip on your hips tightening to the limit.
in that split second, you found yourself wishing he could cum inside you, bare and unfiltered.
you missed the freedom of the pill—something you’d had to stop taking for health reasons right after your breakup with your ex a year ago, but for now, latex was your only option.
after a few more wild, desperate pushes, andre let out a long, ragged groan and froze.
the pressure on your waist slackened and you felt his dick pulse and twitch inside you, the sign that he’d cum.
before he pulled out, you gave one last, desperate rock of your hips—drawing him deep inside you one final time.
seconds later, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed fighting to catch his breath, already intent on making you cum.
he peeled off the condom and tossed it onto the foil wrapper on the nightstand.
—come here, —he murmured, his hand landing firmly on his bare thigh.
as you moved to straddle him, you felt yourself already slick and aching. a small, smug smile tugged at your lips; it was rare for anyone to care this much about your pleasure when they were already spent. the thought alone made you tremble—andre was determined to make you cum, and you couldn't wait to let him.
knowing that the slightest movement would leave a wet trail all over his skin, you started grinding against him—slowly at first, searching for the rhythm to make you cum—before gradually picking up the pace.
andre held your waist firmly trying to match your tempo but his desperation quickly took over, he shifted his grip sliding one hand up to your neck to force you to look at him while the other toyed with your erect nipple, his fingers slipping underneath your camisole.
hands fisted into his bare chest, nails digging into his skin as you anchored yourself.
you couldn't stop moaning; it was music to andre's ears.
eyes locked with his, wanting him to see you completely unraveling.
the friction became unbearable in the best way possible as a sharp and electric heat radiated from your lower belly.
when you finally reached your climax, a ragged gasp tore from your throat, your body shuddering uncontrollably.
pulling away, your suspicions were confirmed: you had left a small, slick puddle of your fluids on his skin.
a wave of embarrassment hit you, so with lightning speed, you grabbed your panties from the floor and pressed them against andre's thigh to wipe away the mess. he, however, didn't mind in the slightest; he wore the trace of your orgasm like a badge of honor.
if andre hadn't been so drained, surely he would have been hard again.
there wasn't much time to waste, you would have loved to stay for a second or third round but your friends would notice your absence at the party and start looking for you.
plus, ryan would lose his mind if he found out you’d had sex in his own bedroom.
—alright, let’s get out of here before ryan finds out we fucked in his room, —you giggled, the lingering high of the orgasm making you prone to fits of laughter.
getting dressed in a rush, you left your panties forgotten on his leg. as he jumped up, they slid off his thigh and hit the floor—a dead giveaway of exactly what you’d just been doing.
you scrambled to pull your skirt back on, while andre rushed to find his clothes. there was no time to think, just the frantic need to hide the evidence and regain some sense of composure.
once he finished buttoning his jeans, you noticed a smudge of your lip gloss on his mouth; it sent a warm, fuzzy tingle straight to your stomach.
a flash of fabric on the floor caught your eye, you walked over, scooped up your panties and reached out to tuck the garment into his jeans pocket with a flirtatious smirk.
—i have plenty more... keep them, —you teased. —come on, let’s gooo. time to stop being silly and go find your friend.
after smoothing out your skirt and trying to fix the disheveled bedsheets, you reached for the top drawer where andre had seen the toilet paper earlier, wrapping the used condom and the foil inside it—a gross but necessary solution—you shoved the bundle into your pocket, planning to toss it into the first trash can you spotted downstairs.
with that settled, you headed toward the bedroom door.
upon unlocking it, you glanced back, locking eyes with him one last time, he followed in silence, still processing everything; andre knew the moment he got home, he’d be masturbating, replaying every single detail of the nigth.
a quick peek into the hallway confirmed the coast was clear and after killing the bedroom light, you stepped out with him trailing closely behind.
as you headed down the stairs as quickly as possible, a plan formed in your head in case you ran into your friends or ryan: the bathroom downstairs had been occupied, and it was urgent for him. as for why you took so long? you had stopped to use it too and andre got lost upstairs because he was a bit drunk.
andre would have loved to stay longer if only to savor the thrill of knowing you weren't wearing any panties—having slipped them into his pocket yourself as a provocative souvenir, but in just one night he had experienced two completely new things: attending a party and losing his virginity, it hadn't been in his plans to achieve the latter but he certainly wasn't complaining; on the contrary.
reaching the ground floor, he moved closer to you.
—thank you, —he said, closing the distance between you, this time, there was no need to raise his voice to be heard over the music, as he had done during your first encounter. instead, andre voluntarily sought your proximity, breaking the invisible barrier that had once protected him from the world.
you stood there in silence for a second, processing his words.
it was a curious gesture; people at parties usually parted ways with a simple "bye," not a "thank you." it felt unnecessarily dramatic—after all, it was just a party and come monday, the routine of stealing glances at him from afar would simply resume.
there was no way of knowing the true weight that word carried for him, nor that he was actually thanking you for giving him the best night of his life before his fate changed.
despite the confusion, you replied with a sincere smile and a slight nod, accepting his silent gratitude before watching him walk away.
andre moved through the crowd without once looking back at where you stood—he didn't want to recreate a cliche romantic movie scene.
without a doubt, having fucked andre kriegman was a secret you were taking to your grave.
on the other hand, andre was going to tell cal what had happened at the party when he disappeared to grab a drink, though not before apologizing to him for leaving him alone—even if calvin had been the one to leave him first.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
i don’t own any of the images used, all credits go to their rightful owners, and credit to speaknotkneel for the divider
i decided to follow a different storyline so this is what came to mind
ryan, hannah, and rachel’s older sister are all products of my imagination, i really hope it’s not too confusing!
i've been missing because i'm in the middle of moving house... IT'S BEEN ABSOLUTE CHAOS, never move house!!!
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CAN U DO A CUTE LIL BLURB OF READER AND ANDRE PLAY FIGHTING OR WRESTLING OR SOMETHING WHERE THEY JUST END UP KISSING INSTEAD :3
andre kriegman x reader
summary: a suffocating summer afternoon, just you and andre finding the perfect way to cool off at home.
andre and you are lying flat on your backs on your bed, waiting for the ceiling fan to dry the sweat off your skin.
summer has hit connecticut hard, and the heat couldn't be any less hellish; it seems like life is just preparing you two for hell itself.
"shiiiit, i couldn't hate this stupid summer more." —you complain.
"your room is too hot… you should buy a bigger fan." —he frowns, frustrated by the suffocating air in the bedroom (though, in reality, the air is just as hot everywhere else in the city).
you click your tongue. "what’s wrong with my fan?" —you sit up on the bed, getting on your knees on the mattress to turn and face him—. "fine, you're right. maybe a bigger one would actually create a breeze."
andre imitates your movement, pushing himself up to sit right in front of you, face to face.
"we should go to a water park." —a small smile forms on his face as he imagines the situation: you in a bikini, swimming toward him with wet hair.
"what the hell...? since when do you like water parks? i thought you hated crowded places." —you raise an eyebrow.
"you're not wrong; i hate places with people everywhere... i just want to cool off with you." —as he says "you," he points his index finger at you.
"mmhh... in that case, i could ask my aunt to let us use her place, she has a pool." —you touch your chin, dramatically pretending to think.
"i don't know... wouldn't that be awkward?"
"of course not... it would be way more awkward to pay sixty damn dollars just to get into a water park."
he crosses his arms, and you smile just looking at him; you absolutely love that little habit of his.
"true... i’d rather spend that money on something else…" —andre stares into space, thinking about what he could buy with that cash.
you move closer and place your hands on his biceps, which are flexing slightly from how tightly crossed his arms are. —"like what? probably one of those weird computer games you play." —you tease, gently pushing him backward to knock him over. he reacts instantly, catching your wrists with a low, husky laugh.
both of you fall back onto the bed. he ends up on top of you, but props his forearms on both sides of your head to keep his full weight from crushing you.
he holds your gaze with a smile, shifting his weight to get more comfortable. but he gets careless; in that split second, you grab his shoulders and throw him to the side, rolling over the mattress until you get on top of him.
andre lets out a muffled gasp of surprise as you drop your wedding weight onto his thighs, pinning him down.
"so, would you rather buy a video game than spend the day with me at the pool?" —you slide your hands slowly down his arms until they rest on his chest, leaving them there, feeling how fast it rises and falls with every breath.
"i’d rather go to a pool with you without needing to waste sixty dollars, or whatever it costs, but i don't want to go to your aunt's house either." —he says immediately after you finish speaking, without hesitating for a second, as if he has been thinking about it for a long time.
you take advantage of the fact that he is distracted, probably by that mental image of you in a bikini, and you try to pin his hands against the mattress to take total control, but andre is faster. he flexes his stomach and pushes himself up, grabbing you by the waist to flip both of your bodies around. you wrestle for a moment between the messy sheets; your hands try to push his shoulders while he tries to slide his hands under your stomach to tickle you.
the hellish heat of the room is completely forgotten.
you end up on your back against the bed again, with andre panting over you, using his body to trap your legs and pinning your hands down by the sides of your head once more.
your faces are just inches apart, and sweat lightly glistens on your foreheads.
he closes the distance, kissing you deeply and slowly. before he can pull away, you take his face between your two hands and pull him back to you, trapping him in another kiss.
"you know what? we don't even need to go to a water park, we can just cool off right here at home." —you wiggle out from under him, lifting yourself off the bed, and walk purposefully toward the bathroom door inside your bedroom, internally thanking god you have an en-suite.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
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when things in the relationship start getting more serious, buys condoms and practices putting them on by himself. absolutely hates the idea of taking too long to put one on when he's with you
loves holding your hand tightly while slamming his hips against yours
dies of embarrassment whenever has to go buy condoms; literally doesn’t know where to look because feels so awkward in front of the cashier
the first few times together, gets way too shy about you seeing his boner (even if it’s through his clothes)
“i can't wait to be inside you''
gets hard from a simple kiss
gets so many sex flashbacks while in class; just stares blankly at nothing and completely loses track of the lesson
sometimes gets so overwhelmed that can’t control his body and starts shaking, making him a bit clumsy because of how nervous he is
loves hearing your whines; it makes him feel incredibly good knowing he’s the one making you feel that way
if you guys don’t use a condom (which is rare for him since he gets super anxious about a potential pregnancy), likes to cum on your stomach
there would be times when things get so hot that cal completely forgets about the risk: he cums inside you and just stays inside for a moment
loves dirty talk
when you give him head, likes to cum on your face
whispers how beautiful you are in your ear while sliding in and out of you
switch
prefers fingering you over eating you out. it’s not that refuses to go down on you or is bad at it, it’s just not his favorite
“am i making you feel good?” “do you like it?” “slower?”
can literally cum in his boxers while you two are just making out
loves watching your boobs bounce while you're riding him
wants to try new positions but doesn’t know how to ask you, but if lust completely takes over,’ll just move your body to his liking without saying a word
gets so hard watching you spit on your hand and coat his shaft before you start jerking him off
not loud but not quiet either, right in the middle where every now and then a whine escapes his lips, especially when feels like he's close to cumming
lots of cuddles and him teasingly making jokes about ''it'' later
falls asleep with his head buried in your neck
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
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HEAR ME OUT.... ANDRE X POPULAR GIRL READER!?!?!?!?!?
andre kriegman x popular girl reader
summary: when he panics and accidentally sits right next to the popular girl, his plans to go unnoticed are completely ruined.
the last bell of the day echoes through the hallways of iroquois high school.
andre heads toward the detention room. his steps are slow, evading the reality.
if the air had a scent, the hallways of iroquois high school would smell like envy, sadness, phoniness, and endless negative adjectives.
andre pushes open the heavy wooden door, expecting to find the same peeling four walls and a couple of students sleeping on the desks. he enters dragging his boots, but stops dead in his tracks after two steps.
a quick glance inside the classroom is enough to make his boredom vanish; sitting at one of the middle desks, absentmindedly fidgeting with a pen between your fingers, is you.
his heart skips a beat in his chest; of all the people in the school, you are the last person he expects to see in detention. he clenches his jaw and walks toward the back, looking for the darkest corner, determined to ignore your presence… or at least he is gonna try.
to his bad luck, as he walks past you, he trips over your backpack on the floor. nervous, he swallows hard and pushes your backpack aside.
looking up, his eyes meet yours directly.
it’s the first time you actually look at him.
you rest your chin on your hand and hold his gaze. andre’s nerves take over. his plan to run to the farthest corner completely crumbles, forcing him to sit in the first chair he sees, right next to you.
his eyes dart everywhere to avoid looking back at you. his back is stiff as a stone, and he can’t stop thinking about how ridiculous he must look.
minutes pass where the only noise is the clearing of a few throats and the slow ticking of the clock. you lean subtly toward his desk, invading his personal space just enough for the scent of your perfume to reach andre’s nose.
"hey," —you murmur, a smile tugging at your lips—. "your nerves tell me you’re a freshman." andre stops staring into space and slowly turns his head, forcing himself to hold your gaze.
"i’ve been going to the same chemistry class as you for three years," —andre replies—. "i sit two rows back, right in the corner."
"w-what?" —your eyes widen in surprise—. "ooh, yeaah, right, it's you." —you’re lying; you don’t remember andre’s face at all, but you don’t want to be rude and admit it.
he huffs and rolls his eyes; he doesn’t buy your lie.
the atmosphere between you two tenses up, or at least that’s how you feel it… maybe it’s your embarrassment for not knowing you share a class with him.
"okay… i’m terrible with faces." —you admit with a soft smile.
"whatever… i don't care." —andre averts his gaze toward the window.
a few seconds of silence follow until you lean closer to him.
"so… what are you in for? i’m here because i was late to class… i just hate waking up early. my sheets are new and way too comfortable, so i want to get out of bed even less." —you say as a smile appears on your lips.
andre’s gaze snaps back to you.
"i’m surprised to hear you’re not here for talking too much." —he rolls his eyes.
"heeey! don’t be so mean to me… in that case, i’m just glad i’m not in detention for tripping over someone’s backpack." —you say, teasing him a bit about what happens moments ago.
he can feel his cheeks burning and suddenly drops his gaze to the desk.
"whatever," —he blurts out, trying not to think about how he trips over your bag when he walks in.
andre nervously plays with a loose thread on his tshirt, waiting for time to move faster so he can escape.
"do you know what you’re doing your final chemistry project on yet?" —you murmur. he shakes his head, his eyes lifting back to yours.
"i’m better off not remembering that damn project."
"yeah, you're right, i'm better off not remembering it either, but…" —without realizing it, you both raise your voices, causing the teacher to clear his throat from his desk, giving you a warning look to keep quiet.
silence falls over the classroom once again.
andre is back to playing with the loose thread on his shirt.
every time you move your foot or adjust your hair, the scent of your perfume fills the air again.
he doesn't know if it's part of his fantasies but he feels your eyes on him; he's not brave enough to check if it's true.
you entertain yourself by watching him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twist around the thread, and how he avoids looking at you at all costs. you find it amusing.
"you can leave." —the teacher says in a monotone voice, as if he’s already sick of repeating it so many times.
you stand up and sling your backpack over your shoulder, ready to enjoy what’s left of friday.
before walking toward the door, you stop in front of his desk one last time, waiting for him to look up. when he does, you give him a smile.
"see you monday in chemistry... i know where you sit now." you turn around and walk out into the hallway, leaving andre frozen in his seat, trying to catch the breath he holds during the entire detention.
andre tries to convince himself that it is just a game of yours to kill time, but it’s impossible for him not to feel excited.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
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Would u be compelled to write smut for Andre x reader? If u don't feel comfortable I understand!
warning; 18+, smut, sexual content
andre kriegman x f!reader
summary: a completely empty house, and the breaking point of a tension that lasted for months.
for months, there had been a thick sexual tension between you two, even your friend rachel could notice it, but nothing beyond glances and suggestive comments had happened... until today.
''andre, there's a movie i want to watch. do you want to come over?" —you both knew it was a bullshit excuse.
the fact that a storm shook the city that day, making the power go out in the neighborhood right when the nonexistent movie was supposed to start—if the power hadn't gone out, you probably would have intended to watch the first tv channel you turned on—only rushed the real reason why you invited him.
you're sitting on the living room couch, completely naked, your legs parted for andre.
he rubs your clit and, little by little, slips a finger inside you. you can't stop moaning; andre's body reacts to hearing you, his erection throbbing.
you don't think you can get any wet, until you feel andre's fingers moving faster inside you.
"mmhg..." —you can barely stammer. you're in pure pleasure heaven; you relax your head, letting it rest against the back of the couch.
andre, with his free hand, grabs your jaw and with a firm touch tilts your head down, guiding you to look at how he slides his fingers inside you.
"you're so wet i can feel you dripping on my fingers," —andre lets out. his breathing is heavy, his eyes are fixed on your lips, and you take the initiative to kiss him hungrily.
the kiss gets cut short by a moan of yours. andre's gaze travels from your face to your core. with his free hand, he begins to gently squeeze your nipple.
"s-shit..." —you try to control your breathing—. "don't stop."
"look what a mess you are," —andre says, and you moan again in response.
"r-right t-there..." —you place your hand over andre's and guide him, letting him know where you feel the most pleasure.
andre feels the muscles of your walls twitching and contracting around his fingers.
"w-wait..." —you grab his hand, making him stop. he scoffs—. "l-let me... let me ride you."
andre lets go of you and looks into your eyes; his pupils are blown wide. before you can pull his pants all the way down, he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. you laugh softly—a gentle laugh that vibrates against his neck—realizing he came prepared for the occasion.
"let me,"—you whisper, reaching out in the dark to take it from him.
you kneel between his legs on the couch. guided by instinct and the subtle glow coming through the window, you rip the small foil wrapper open with a crinkle that echoes through the silence of the blackout. andre catches his breath when your fingers brush the base of his length.
fumbling in the dark, you place the latex on the tip. with a deliberate slowness that tortures andre, you roll it down. you can feel his skin burning under your touch, and a shiver runs through his body when your nails accidentally graze his lower abdomen.
"fuck..." —andre groans, his voice broken and deeper than usual—. "this is so hot..." —he sighs—. "you are so hot."
you finish putting it on and, without breaking eye contact in the dim light, you lift yourself up to straddle him.
with one hand, you guide andre's cock to your core while your free hand searches for his shoulders to support you, feeling him fill you completely in a single motion.
the friction of skin against skin, the scent of rain mixed with his cologne and the wet sound of your bodies meeting is the only thing that can be perceived in the darkness.
he hits a breath as you begin to move, his hands gripping your hips with a desperate, heavy hold to guide your pace.
every slow slide down, months of unbearable sexual tension, of long glances and unspoken desires, finally snapping right there.
you both moan.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
thank u so much for giving me the freedom to choose whether to write smut or not. i took the risk to try it (it's my first time ever!)
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more cal x female reader plzzz maybe hcs for how you’d think he’d be as a boyfriend?
boyfriend calvin gabriel x f!reader hcs
bf!cal who gets nervous every time you compliment him (even if it's about his looks, his personality or his achievements). he only smiles in response, but your words keep spinning in his head all day.
bf!cal who spends many nights unable to sleep, thinking he isn't enough for you, but he never voices it to you.
bf!cal who tries not to take things personally when you're on your period. he knows it’s uncomfortable and even painful for you, but sometimes you get a little snappy—not mean—and even so, cal’s heart still aches a bit.
bf!cal who writes poems about you, even though he would die of embarrassment showing them to you. when you ask him to read them out loud, with every single word he utters, he feels his face burning.
bf!cal who hates socializing, but when you introduce him to your friends, he secretly loves the idea of you making him a part of your world.
bf!cal who isn't jealous, but is insecure as hell. every time he sees you talking to a male friend or just a classmate, he feels a knot in his stomach: “they would look so much better with you.”
bf!cal who, over time, feels more secure, calling you nicknames like “angel” when you're alone. in public, he only uses a diminutive of your name.
bf!cal who is so consumed by hatred, sadness, and death that he leaves this world on may 1st. perhaps his soul will never rest in peace; the very last feeling before putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger is an overwhelming sadness. you have made him happy, made him feel understood, and taught him what love is, even showing him that calvin was someone who could be loved. instead, he is going to leave a bitter taste in your mouth, feeling utterly disappointed in himself for hiding so many things from you.
his last wish is to have been a good chapter in your life, hoping that even after his actions you won't see him as a monster.
maybe one day you'll forgive him,
maybe you'll move on with your life,
maybe you'll finally be ready to play the tape he gave you the day before—the very last video he ever recorded for you.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
i don’t own any of the images used, all credits go to their rightful owners, and credit to speaknotkneel for the divider
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seven months had passed since you've started your relationship, and in the beginning, a movie afternoon would've ended in misunderstandings: you interpreting his guarded nature as disinterest... and him sinking into the guilt of being a 'bad boyfriend' for not knowing how to react to your hugs or your touch in general.
society had taught you that romance is measured in centimeters of distance (the less space, the more love there is); cal’s reality was a well-marked personal space. for many weeks, cal even spent sleepless nights thinking that maybe you should break up, convinced he couldn't give you what you were looking for.
you hadn't seen cal for a few days. one of those days was because he had an appointment to get his braces removed, and you were dying to see him. the other days were because he probably had plans with andre.
today, as soon as you hear him knock on your front door, you throw yourself at him.
you feel his body tense up. you hear the sigh trapped in his throat that gives way to a timid smile, and at lightning speed, you pull away from him without breaking eye contact. now you feel a little guilty for letting your emotions get the best of you.
"i'm sorry," —you whisper—. "it’s just... i'm so excited to see you, i missed you... i'm dying to see the result." —with your index finger, you point toward your lips, implying that you want to see the result of wearing braces for so long.
"it's okay." —cal tries to hide his blushing face, burying himself beneath his messy hair. you smile, hearing how calm cal sounds despite you breaking his personal space.
cal takes the initiative and steps closer to you while making a forced grimace, stretching his lips horizontally until he shows his teeth. by instinct, you're about to touch your boyfriend's cheeks, but the words he'd told you a few months ago echo in your mind: 'be patient with me.'
"baby, the result is great! how d'you feel? did it hurt while they were removing them? d'you like the result?" —you look at cal in disbelief; with or without braces, he looks beautiful.
calvin smiles upon hearing the nickname you've just given him, and he smiles at hearing you ask so many things in such a short time. he can notice your excitement, and his grimace softens—. "it didn't hurt, it just felt strange. now i've to get used to not drooling as much as when i still had the braces" —he says, a bit embarrassed.
the hours pass quickly in cal's company. he has to go back home, so you walk him to the front door of your house.
"text me when you get home" —you say as you open the door.
cal looks at you in silence for a few seconds, until he decides to speak. "aren't we going to... say goodbye with a hug?" —he whispers, shifting his gaze to the floor, his ears completely red from the boldness of asking for it.
a giant smile spreads across your face.
"are you serious? do you want us to hug? you don't have to do it if you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself." —once again, you're talking more than you want to because of your excitement.
cal walks toward you, closing the distance. when you wrap your arms around him, he lets out a shaky sigh, relaxing his shoulders. he buries his face in your neck, hiding his blush, while his hands finally move up your back to pull you tight against him.
andre kriegman x f!reader
with andre, it would've been totally different. it wasn't that he was used to physical contact, he just didn't care about it. but when you were first getting to know each other, he used to pay attention to the couples at school; he wanted to learn how to behave like a "normal person." once you made things official, every time you had a date, andre would mentally prepare himself for your physical touch and probably to hear some cheesy words from you.
the cheesiest thing he'd said to you so far, four months into your relationship, had been: "your hair smells nice." that had been too much for andre, even though he actually thought plenty of cheesy things about you in his head.
it was saturday, and he'd invited you out to eat. he picked you up at your house in his car, only waving at your parents from the driver's seat. that action made you laugh on the inside, but it also worried you because of your dad; if andre kept behaving like that, he was never going to get his approval.
on the way to the restaurant (he didn't say where you were going, and you didn't ask either, but you figured you'd get burgers), andre told you about what he'd done during the days you hadn't seen each other, and he asked about your days. the truth was you hadn't done much, just going to school and coming back home to do homework until you fell asleep.
"so cal forgot to shoot the best part, when i managed to hit that damn toy right in the middle of its head." —andre laughed. he took his eyes off the road as soon as the traffic light turned red, turning his gaze to you. usually, he didn't care about driving at the legal speed limit, but when he was with you, he was very cautious.
you loved seeing andre happy. you loved hearing his laughter and the excitement with which he told you about the things he liked, even if you didn't fully understand them.
without thinking, you placed your hand on andre's thigh. he startled, almost choking on his own saliva, but he didn't pull his leg away at any moment. he didn't want to seem rude, even if the contact felt somewhat strange to him. he just hadn't expected it; you'd never touched him like that in public—well, technically you were inside his car, and obviously you'd already had sex, but that was a whole different topic.
before the light turned green, you quickly leaned toward his face and kissed him. you pulled away immediately, not wanting it to be too much contact for him, but you left your hand on his thigh.
andre went completely blank. it wasn't because he didn't like it. "is this behavior because of girl stuff?" he though, maybe you were in your period and that’s why you were acting like this. it made sense for andre; he was a bit ignorant in that aspect.
"mmhh… thanks?" —andre said, sounding confused.
it was inevitable for you not to laugh at his comment, but it wasn't a mocking laugh. andre rolled his eyes when he noticed his response was a bit idiotic, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
for the rest of the ride to the restaurant, your hand didn't leave your boyfriend's thigh.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
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summary: andre is acting distant, hiding about zero day behind a simple bad week
have you ever played a video game, unlocked a new character, and suddenly started seeing them everywhere? that’s exactly what happened to you with andre. you met him at the gun shop where you work, doing inventory and calling customers to tell them their orders were ready.
at first, he came in with a blonde boy —you later found out his name was calvin— and a young man who looked a few years older than them. he was the one buying the weapons; later, you learned he was andre’s cousin. after that, you saw them —not in a creepy way— at the gas station and even at a pizzeria when you went to have dinner one weekend; andre himself took your order.
and there you were, sitting in the passenger seat of andre’s car, making out and sharing a blunt after work. without realizing it, this had become normal. it had only been five months since you first met, but you didn’t complain about it; you were just surprised by how destiny works, if it even exists.
for the past week, he hadn't talked to you, he hadn't picked you up from work, and he hadn't even called or texted you. this situation had worried you, but then, when you saw andre leaning against his car outside your workplace that afternoon, your heart exploded.
you weren’t andre’s girlfriend. you didn’t have a clear label right then, and you doubted anything serious would happen with him. he was a hard guy to understand, but in the end, everyone’s hard to understand. it didn’t bother you, but the situation confused you a lot. you didn’t have a long romantic history, but the few times you had something, you were used to making it official. he only took you into his house when his parents were away. was he ashamed of you? even if he introduced you as a friend, did he not like you enough to be his girlfriend? was he just playing with you? that would hurt, because you really liked him.
of course you had introduced andre to your parents —as a friend.
you weren’t an insecure person, but these thoughts were stuck in your head. however, you couldn’t complain; after all, you two had never made any promises.
they spoke very little compared to weeks ago. sitting in andre’s car, parked next to a park where nobody went after 9 p.m. —just cars with couples doing the same thing—, andre threw the roach out of the window and started the engine.
you noticed he was colder and quieter than usual. "maybe he has been having a bad week," you thought. you didn’t want to ask him directly because you were afraid he’d get angry, just like before when you asked about the things he recorded with his friend cal, or about the smell of gunpowder in his room.
the drive from the park to your house was ten minutes. it wasn’t far, but the minutes passed slowly because of the heavy silence inside the car. you could see out of the corner of your eye how andre tightened his jaw and gripped the steering wheel. finally, you decided to break the silence.
"what are you doing tomorrow?"
andre stayed silent for a few seconds.
"tomorrow? tomorrow i’ll be busy." —his tone was cold, but not mean.
"i see." —you looked at andre, but seconds later you looked out the window—. "are you going out with cal?" —you paused for a moment, wishing you hadn't asked—. "you don’t have to answer that. i just wanted to know if you were gonna be okay." —you started to feel warm from the nerves.
the car slowed down; the traffic light turned red.
"yes, i’ll be with cal… he wants to shoot a video, you know… a video project." —andre looked at you.
"oh, i hope it goes well. maybe one day i can watch those videos." —you felt andre’s eyes on you and, even though you were scared, you looked back at him.
"maybe one day you will." —the traffic light turned green, the car moved, and andre looked back at the road.
for a few seconds, the only sound was the car engine and your breathing. andre’s phone rang. quickly, without taking his eyes off the road for too long, he took the phone out of his pocket. you instantly knew it was cal, and you didn’t even try to look at the screen.
andre answered the call, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear. he looked at you for a second and then looked back at the road. in the distance, you could hear cal’s voice on the line, but the words weren’t clear. you knew that even if you could hear them, you wouldn’t understand.
andre only said words like "yeah," "okay," "it’s ready," "maybe."
through the window, you could see the houses in your neighborhood; you were very close to your destination. a soft sigh left your throat. andre hung up the phone and threw it into the compartment next to the handbrake. the car stopped completely: you were home.
you fixed your hair and your smudged lip gloss, trying to hide that a few minutes ago you were making out with andre. your heart beat fast at the memory. you turned to him, looked into his eyes, and finally said the words you wanted to say all day:
"did i do something wrong?" —you tried to hide that your voice was shaking. andre tensed up when he heard the question; he didn’t want you to feel guilty for his own decisions, which had nothing to do with you.
"what? no, of course not." —he ran his hand through his hair, looking nervous—. "i failed my exams." —andre lied, he didn't have exams.
"hey, exams suck for everyone, you're not alone in that," —you said—. "you'll do better next time."
you reached for the door and unlocked it.
"good luck to you and cal tomorrow, have fun and don’t argue," —you said as you opened the door.
"wait." —andre reached out and touched your hand—. "thanks..." —he paused for a long moment, looking at the steering wheel before looking back into your eyes—. "i missed hanging out with you." —he cleared his throat.
for some reason, you felt a knot in your stomach. is this a goodbye? it sounded like one, but a smile appeared on your face anyway.
"you scared me… i mean, it’s cute to hear that… i like spending time with you too, andre," —you squeezed his hand.
your gazes met, and you noticed something different in his eyes.
"are you sure everything is okay?" —you asked, searching his gaze—. "you know you can tell me anything."
"yeah, everything is fine." —he smiled, a smile full of melancholy.
"get home safe, let me know if the video project ends early, maybe we can do something," —you said before getting out of the car.
andre nodded.
"i'll be waiting for your text," —you said before closing the door. standing near the entrance of your house, you turned around and waved at andre’s car. andre stared at you until you closed the front door behind you.
he knew there wouldn't be a next time.
may 1st, 2001.
from the news, you understood why andre acted so strange yesterday. you understood why you met him through your job —and even if you doubted it, he was actually really into you; he was never using you for your job—, you understood why his room smelled like gunpowder, and you understood why he spent so much time with calvin.
maybe he wanted to make things official, but there was a plan he was not going to abandon.
you felt guilty for not being good enough to make him change.
𑣲⋆be kind to me, english isn’t my first language
i wrote this at 4 am (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
i don’t own any of the images used, all credits go to their rightful owners, and credit to speaknotkneel for the divider
