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YOU MAKE ME WANNA MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE ──

pairing: andrew x reader (darling)

cw: smut, afab reader, no usage of condoms or protection, breeding without intentions of pregnancy(?), vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), hickeys, consumption of alcohol.

the juno pose ! / series masterlist !

Your throat burns, the fiery sensation lingering far longer than it should have.

The sharp, acidic bite of the alcohol sinks into your chest, spreading a warmth that makes you feel lightheaded, uncomfortable, and almost suffocated. You sputter, your body jerking slightly as a sharp cough escapes, only for the burn to intensify, each second longer than the last. Your eyes water—not just from the intensity of the drink, but from the shock, the sting too much to handle. You glance up, blinking through the haze, only to meet Andrew’s gaze. A chuckle escapes him, his lips curved into a knowing grin as he leans across the kitchen island. He doesn't seem the least bit surprised, though the concern behind his smile is clear as day.

Without hesitation, he rounds the counter, bringing with him a glass of water. His movements are fluid, graceful, and somehow calming. You reach out to take it, fingers brushing against his, and the coolness of the glass sinks into your skin like a breath of fresh air. The chill of it contrasts with the heat still simmering in your chest, offering relief you didn’t realize you needed. Your throat feels raw, and you struggle to get words out, a strained, almost imperceptible ‘Thank you’ escaping your lips. It sounds weak, small, lost in the burn that’s still lingering, but Andrew simply smiles softly, the amusement fading into something gentler, more protective.

"Drink it slow, or you’ll choke," he says in that steady, calming voice of his, a tone that feels like a balm on your frayed nerves. He sits beside you on the couch, his presence settling in next to you like a warm blanket. His hand finds its way to your back, rubbing gentle circles, and the pressure of his palm grounds you, keeps you tethered in the moment. It’s a simple gesture, but it settles the storm inside your chest.

You take a careful sip of the water, feeling its coolness slide down your throat, soothing the heat that had burned its way through. He’s right—slowing down is probably the best option. The last thing you want is to end up in a hospital over something as silly as a shot, especially on a night like tonight. You can't help but chuckle weakly at the thought, the tension melting away as you sink further into the couch, leaning into Andrew’s touch.

The room around you feels cozy, warm with the soft glow of the TV screen casting shadows across your faces. The concert is playing on the screen, Sabrina Carpenter’s live performance from Texas filling the room with her electric energy. You couldn’t make it to the actual show, of course—tickets sold out too fast—but watching it from the comfort of your own couch was the next best thing. The sound of her voice, the excitement in the air, it all feels so alive, so tangible even from here.

But what really makes this moment unforgettable is Andrew. His presence beside you feels like an anchor, steady and unwavering. As the music plays, you feel that familiar warmth spread through you, and you can’t help but smile. It reminds you of all the little performances you’ve given him over the years—impromptu shows where you’d belt out Sabrina’s songs for him, laughing as he pretended to be the most captivated audience. His eyes would light up at the simplest things, a little chuckle escaping him when you’d hit a wrong note or miss a lyric, but he always pretended like it was the most impressive thing he’d ever seen. He had this way of making everything feel special, even the most mundane moments.

You chuckle softly, remembering all the ridiculous little performances you’d put on, and just as you do, Andrew’s hand finds its way to your shoulder. The touch is light but grounding, and the gentle squeeze he gives you pulls you from your thoughts. “You’re alright?” he asks, his voice low and warm, cutting through the soft melody of the concert. His concern is palpable, but there’s a tenderness in his words that makes your heart flutter in ways you hadn’t expected.

“Yeah,” you reply, the words soft but genuine. You smile, a little shyly, but it feels natural with him. “Just… thinking.”

Andrew gives you a knowing look, a quiet understanding passing between you before he shifts his gaze back to the TV. You do the same, though it’s hard to pull your attention away from him. The soft, melodic chimes of the next song fill the room, pulling you back to the concert. The familiar lyrics almost feel like they’ve been imprinted on your brain, your pulse syncing with the rhythm as the first lines of the song echo in the air.

"Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing…"

You hum along, the lyrics so ingrained in you that you don’t even need to think before you’re singing along softly, the words flowing from memory. The sound of Sabrina’s voice fills the space, but it’s your own, your quiet hum, that fills the air between you and Andrew, creating a bubble of intimacy around the two of you.

As the performance continued, the energy in the room seemed to shift, the atmosphere growing more alive with every beat. Your eyes were fixed on Sabrina Carpenter, captivated not only by her voice but by the way she moved—her pink outfit clinging to her with a vibrancy that matched her energy. The color popped against her blonde locks, the contrast of her hair and outfit making her seem even more like a star in that moment. You couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly she looked, the confidence radiating from her every move. There was something magnetic about her, something that pulled you in completely.

The chorus soon came, and the familiar, upbeat melody flooded your senses. You could practically hear the trend echoing in your mind before it even hit—those signature moves, the 'Juno' positions that had taken over Tiktok not long ago. The way she had posed so effortlessly in that now-famous shot, a mix of playful and suggestive, teasing yet confident. The memory of it sparked something inside you, a feeling that made your chest warm with excitement. It was playful, a bit daring, and undeniably fun.

Unable to contain the excitement bubbling up, you turned to Andrew, your heart racing as the idea began to take root in your mind. His gaze was still on the TV screen, but as soon as your eyes met his, he smiled at the sheer enthusiasm that had taken over your expression. It was a smile you knew all too well—the one that always seemed to promise something fun was coming.

You took a breath, your mind racing, trying to find the right words, but the excitement made your mouth run ahead of your thoughts. "Do you... want to play a game?" you asked, unsure how to explain exactly what you were planning. There was a slight hesitation in your voice, the nerves making themselves known even though the idea seemed so thrilling. How could you put this into words without it sounding out of place?

Andrew raised an eyebrow, his smile never wavering. The corner of his lips twitched with curiosity as he turned slightly toward you, leaning in just enough to close the distance between you. "What kind of game?" he asked, his voice playful but laced with an underlying intrigue.

You felt a rush of excitement, mixed with a touch of nervousness, swirl in your chest as you bit your lip. There was something about this moment that made your heart race, and the weight of his gaze on you made it hard to focus. “I can’t tell you until… later,” you replied, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop them. The thrill of secrecy lingered in your voice, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty, as if you were waiting to see how he’d respond.

Andrew let out a short, soft laugh, adjusting his glasses with a casual ease that betrayed his amusement. “That’s quite unsettling,” he said, his tone dripping with humor, though the intrigue in his voice was still unmistakable. He leaned back slightly, as if giving you space to breathe, but then, without warning, his hand slid to your thigh, fingers grazing the fabric of your jeans. The touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, the sensation seeping into every inch of your skin.

You froze for a second, the sudden warmth of his hand against you stealing your breath. Your pulse quickened, the air between you thick with something unspoken. His touch lingered for just a moment, a subtle pressure that seemed to silently ask if you were ready for whatever came next. The quiet intensity in his eyes matched the playful tone of his voice, but you could feel something deeper simmering beneath the surface.

Before you could fully process the wave of emotions rushing through you, the sound of Sabrina Carpenter's voice cut through the air, grounding you back in the moment. The upbeat, infectious energy of her concert on the screen seemed to fill the room, the crowd’s cheers almost reaching you. You glanced at the TV, Knowing what was to come, a mix of anticipation and curiosity danced in your chest. The music swirled around you, its beat suddenly feeling more intense as Sabrina’s performance continued on the screen. But it wasn’t the music that had your focus now—it was the pose that she struck, a move so bold and unexpected it sent a jolt through you.

"Have you ever tried this one?"

Sabrina's voice echoed from the speakers, but it was almost drowned out by the sudden rush of thoughts swirling in your mind.

You almost gasped, your breath catching in your throat as the image of her new pose flashed across the screen. You’d expected something more familiar, perhaps one of the moves that had been part of her usual set, something playful and teasing—but this? This was different.

The sounds of the screaming crowd from the TV faded into the background as your mind fixated on the pose. It felt as if everything else in the world had gone quiet, the moment hanging in a strange, weightless suspension. You couldn’t help but draw a breath, your eyes wide with admiration for Sabrina’s fearless energy. You wanted to recreate that energy, to mirror her intensity and confidence.

And then, you felt it.

The pad of Andrew’s thumb brushed lightly over your skin, the touch soft but deliberate. It was enough to snap you out of your reverie, a sudden shiver racing down your spine at the sensation. The light contact was nothing new—he’d touched you like this before, casual, comforting. But this time, the gentle stroke felt more intimate, more charged. His thumb brushed over the sensitive spot just above your knee, and the sensation sent a quiet shiver up your spine, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the chill that ran through you.

You turned to look at him, but his eyes were still on the screen, watching Sabrina with a curiosity that seemed to match your own. His hand stayed on your thigh, but there was something unspoken in the way it lingered there now. His touch felt heavier, like he was waiting for something, watching for your reaction.

As the crowd on the TV screamed again, this time louder, the sound seemed to echo in your ears. Your heart pounded, the excitement from the performance, the rush of this new moment between you and Andrew, all mixing together into something almost overwhelming.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper as you asked, “Do you think... I could do that?” The question hung between you two, but the implication was clear—it wasn’t just about the pose, it was about everything that followed. It was a challenge, an invitation to step into a moment that felt just as daring as the one on screen.

Andrew’s thumb moved in slow circles now, his eyes still fixed ahead, but there was something different in the way his gaze lingered. Something darker, more intrigued. His hand tightened on your thigh just slightly, the contact pulling your attention back to him.

“I think,” he said, his voice low, “you’d do it better.” The compliment hung in the air, laced with an unspoken promise that made your heart beat just a little faster.

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The remote lay forgotten on the floor, and the screen had long since gone black, reflecting the emptiness of the room as you lost yourself in the sensation of Andrew's skilled mouth on your most intimate area.

Andrew gripped your thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held you open for his hungry exploration. His tongue delved deep into your dripping core, lapping up the sweet nectar that flowed freely from your body. The obscene sounds of his feast filled the room - the slick, lewd noises of his lips and tongue working feverishly against your swollen folds, punctuated by his muffled groans of pure enjoyment.

Juices dripped down Andrew's chin, coating his fingers and splattering onto the floor below. The sight of your essence, your desire, marking his skin and the carpet was utterly debauched, only adding to the intensity of the moment. Andrew seemed oblivious to the mess, too focused on his mission to bring you to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

He focused his attention on your throbbing clit, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with practiced ease. Two thick fingers plunged into your fluttering channel, stroking your velvet walls and curling against that special spot deep inside that made your toes curl. Andrew pumped his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

His glasses began to fog as your body tensed beneath his touch, each movement of his fingers sending shivers through you. You squirmed, unable to control the instinctive reaction, and soft whimpers escaped your lips. He pressed closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “Stay still.” His voice, low and commanding, sent a thrill through you, and you struggled to obey, though every part of you ached for more.

He could feel your body tensing, your breathing growing ragged and shallow as he worked you towards your release. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him tight against you, silently urging him on—though pulling him away all at the same time.

“Andrew,” you breathed out, your voice thick and strained, caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper. A long, desperate whine escaped you, and you arched against him, the sensation overwhelming. “The position… please, I'm ready.” you begged, your words coming out shaky, full of need and frustration, as you tried to steady yourself beneath his touch.

Andrew pulled back slightly, his chin glistening with your slick arousal. He gazed up at you with lust-darkened eyes, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "You're more than ready." he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "So wet and eager."

He brought a slick finger to his lips, making a show of licking your juices off, his tongue swirling around the digit as he savored your taste. "You're dripping all over the couch, all over me. So filthy, getting this worked up."

Andrew stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The movement caused a strand of your essence to stretch between his finger and the couch cushions before breaking, dripping onto the fabric. He took in your disheveled state, your pants and panties still tangled around your ankles, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Andrew leaned over you, his strong hands gripping the hem of your shirt. With a swift, decisive motion, he tugged it up and over your head, breaking the last barrier between your naked flesh and the cool air of the room. Your shirt landed somewhere on the floor, forgotten, as Andrew drank in the sight of your bare breasts, now heaving with each desperate breath.

Dipping his head, Andrew captured one straining nipple in his hot mouth, suckling greedily as his tongue swirled and flicked over the sensitive bud. His other hand continued to lavish attention on its twin, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until your back arched off the couch, pressing your breast more firmly against his eager mouth.

As abruptly as he had started, Andrew released your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He straightened up, his eyes blazing with lust as he quickly divested himself of his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the sinewy muscles of his abdomen. His chest was a work of art, each muscle clearly defined and begging to be touched.

Andrew stepped back, his hands going to his belt buckle. He undid it with swift, efficient motions, followed by the button of his pants. In a matter of moments, he was shoving his pants and underwear down his legs, his thick cock springing free, the swollen head already glistening with beads of moisture.

Settling himself on the couch, Andrew leaned back against the cushions, his hand wrapped around his impressive length. He gave it a slow, teasing stroke as he watched you through hooded eyes.

With a needy whimper, you pushed yourself up and crawled towards Andrew, your naked body trembling with anticipation. You could feel your slick arousal dripping down your thighs with each movement, leaving a glistening trail on the couch cushions. Andrew watched hungrily as you approached, his hand stroking his thick, hard cock in a slow, teasing rhythm.

Settling yourself between his spread legs, you reached down and wrapped your slender fingers around his impressive length, feeling the weight and heat of it pulsing against your palm. Andrew groaned at the contact, his hips bucking up slightly into your touch.

You positioned yourself over him, the swollen head of his cock nudging against your dripping entrance. With a deep breath, you began to sink down, feeling your slick walls stretching and parting to accommodate his thick girth.

"Oh god, you're so tight," Andrew groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he guided you down. "So perfect."

You continued to sink lower, taking more of him inside you, inch by delicious inch. Your slick arousal coated his length, making the slide easier even as your walls clenched and fluttered around him. By the time you reached the base, you were both panting, our chests heaving with the intensity of the sensation.

"Ride me," Andrew commanded, his voice a low groan soon broken by a needy moan. "Fuck yourself on my cock until we both come undone."

With a needy cry, you started to move, lifting your hips until only the tip of his cock remained inside you before slamming back down. You set a fast, hard pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as you rode him with wild abandon.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and Andrew leaned forward to capture one straining nipple in his mouth once more. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as he devoured your breast, leaving marks of possession on your skin.

One hand drifted between your bodies to rub at your swollen, aching clit. Andrew circled the sensitive nub with skillful fingers, stroking and teasing until your hips jerked and your inner muscles clenched. “..Andrew,” You start, your voice getting caught in your throat.

Throwing his head back against the couch cushions, Andrew's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the exquisite sensation of your tight, dripping cunt gripping his throbbing cock like a velvet vise.

Seizing the opportunity, you leaned down, your hair falling like a curtain around both of your faces as you peppered Andrew's neck and collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. Your lips trailed heat and fire across his skin, marking him as yours, branding him with the evidence of your passion.

As you kissed him, you used the tip of your tongue to trace the strong column of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips. Andrew's hands gripped your ass tighter, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he urged you to ride him harder, faster, with more intensity.

Emboldened by his reaction, you sucked a dark hickey into the side of his neck, your lips sealing around the skin as you applied pressure and suction. The skin beneath your mouth warmed and then cooled as the blood rushed to the surface, leaving behind a vivid purple mark that proclaimed your desire and your claim upon him.

Not content with just one, you continued your assault, sucking and biting at the tender skin of Andrew's neck and shoulders. You wanted to cover every inch of his exposed flesh with the proof of your lust, to brand him as your own personal conquest.

As you marked Andrew's neck, your hips never stopped their relentless motion. You rose up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, your slick walls clenching and fluttering around the head, before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt in one swift, brutal thrust. The force of your movements rocked the couch beneath you, the frame creaking and shaking with each powerful surge of your hips.

“Not too many,” He breathes out, his hips bucking up to meet your movements “I have a lecture tomorrow.”

You pulled back slightly, your hair disheveled and your chest heaving as you looked down at Andrew. His words registered through the fog of lust clouding your mind. You didn't want to leave any marks that would be too noticeable for his lecture tomorrow. With a nip to his lower lip, you leaned in and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all your passion and desire into it.

As you kissed him, your hips continued their relentless rhythm, rising and falling on his thick cock with a hunger that couldn't be sated. Andrew matched your movements, his hips surging up to meet yours, driving his length deeper and harder into your aching core.

You could feel your climax building, your inner walls starting to flutter and clench around Andrew's pistoning length. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans and cries of pleasure filling the room as you chased your impending release.

"I can feel you getting close," Andrew panted against your lips, his own breath coming in harsh, shallow gasps. "You're going to make me come so hard."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you clenched down around him deliberately, reveling in the feeling of his thick cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat.

"Come with me," Andrew demanded, his voice a low, dominant growl.

With a cry of pure ecstasy, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clamped down around Andrew's length, rippling and squeezing as your release gushed out of you, coating his cock and balls with your slick essence.

Feeling your walls spasm around him was too much for Andrew. With a roar of completion, he buried himself to the hilt inside your fluttering sheath, his thick cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep within your core. Jet after jet of his cum painted your walls, filling you up until you could feel the warmth of it seeping into your womb.

You collapsed against Andrew's chest, both of you gasping and panting as you struggled to catch your breath in the aftermath of your intense coupling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the last tremors of your releases shuddered through your bodies.

You take a slow, shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the rhythm of your breathing, trying to match it with Andrew’s as you both settle into the moment. Your chest rises and falls with the quiet intimacy, the air thick with the remnants of your shared tension. A teasing smirk tugs at your lips as you break the silence. “She’s performing again tomorrow.”

You hear him chuckle softly, the sound sending a ripple of warmth through you. His hand moves to your back, fingers gently rubbing soothing circles into your skin. His touch is grounding, tender, a contrast to the heat still lingering between you. “We should probably clean the couch cushions before then, don’t you think?” he suggests, the words playful yet comforting, as if to remind you that even in the midst of this raw connection, there’s still room for those quiet moments of care.

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author's note: i miss asriel, and was planning to include him but realistically in what world is pet listening to juno.

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