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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.

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i decided to follow a different storyline so this is what came to mind

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