Andley OneShots ✔

Kisses !

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Ashley

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I didn't really know how I got to this point, but to be honest, i'm not surprised.

I always was the one who is most obsessed when getting makeup done, always asking what the makeup artist is doing and how.

So, when I started paying more attention to how beautifully they'd draw out the female idols' lips it didn't take long before I started having that feeling of jealousy. I wanted to have pretty, painted lips too. I wanna look even more beautiful for Andy.

I spent another few months sending longing glances towards girl group members. I also spend a long time looking up makeup brands, reading blog posts about the best lipsticks. I even go out of my way to make my own secret wish list.

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Finally after doing tons and tons of makeup research, I've decided to get the courage to buy some. Somehow, it's all so exciting. I can feel blood rushing through my veins, as my heart pounds heavily. 

As I finally get home, I make my way to the bathroom and  stands in front of the sink, placing the small bag on it. I carefully takes out and looks at the prettily packaged lipstick before opening it ever so carefully. I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time now.

Before daring to even apply it, I give myself a good look in the mirror.  I take a deep breath before carefully touching the lipstick to my full bottom lip. The feeling is somewhat foreign but as I moves it gently across, seeing the color spread I started to feel happy.

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After a good 15 minutes of perfecting my masterpiece, I am finished. I look into the mirror and I couldn't can't believe my eyes.

I looked so beautiful. More beautiful than I've ever looked before. I felt so much more beautiful that I even cried. Tears were stinging my eyes already as I wiped them away.

Out of nowhere, I was rudely interrupted as the bathroom door suddenly kicks open rather loudly. I turns around in surprise before even thinking that whoever opened it will see him, red lips, eyeliner, and all.

He finds himself standing face to face with Andy whose cheeks redden quickly after noticing my lips. I felt mortified. I thought about running and hiding, but I just stood still.

"I uh...." Andy mumbles brokenly. His deep voice echoing in the small room. 

"I-it's not what you think," I looked behind me and then back at Andy.

Andy moves into the small bathroom slowly, before closing the door. This time locking it, which I had failed to do before.

Andy must've sensed my face and shoots a genuine if not a little awkward smile before saying, "You know I don't care baby, you can do what you want."

"S-sorry, I just..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, if this makes you happy then who am I to judge you?"

"Thank you," I say timidly, I'm sure I'm blushing just like Andy is. It's strangely. . . .intimate.

"And just... um, just for the record, I think you look really good. . . .real good."

"Really?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, you look sexy, mesmerizing. . ." Andy bites his lip. I step closer to Andy and he automatically wraps his big arms around me.

"Why don't you kiss me then?" lips turning from shy smile into a much more devious smirk.

Andy is just as surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere as me, but it's pretty obvious that we didn't mind. Andy only looks at me dazedly for a good minute before moving forward.

He grasps my soft cheeks between his hands before he dives in for a kiss. It's not gentle, it's desperate and passionate. 

I moan into the kiss. It's messy but not the sloppy, gross kind. It's the perfect amount of tongue and desperation.

Andy pulls back after a while, we both needed air

"Fuck," Andy breaths in a whisper and I agreed. Fuck.

"That was amazing," he pants out with a grin.

"We should've done this long ago."

"Are you saying I turn you on?" I smirked.

"Fuck, yes. You little tease, always looking so good. Showing off your thick thighs and your glorious ass at band practice. Now seeing you in lipstick. How could you not turn me on?"

Makeup really is magic.

We share another passionate kiss but somehow I wasn't satisfied. I wanna see Andy covered in kisses.

I move down to his neck, hopefully leaving red marks. I decided on a spot right above where his neck meets his shoulder, before I start sucking and nibbling at it, leaving a much more permanent mark. I hear Andy moaning and I feel his hand now settle on my hips digging his nails into me.

Satisfied that I've done my best effort to actually make a hickey, I pull away. I don't give Andy any time to think and much less say anything before I drop on my knees in front of him.

"W-Wait,  Ashes, are you?-"

"I want to suck you off, is that okay with you?" I asked, looking up at him.

And much like expected, Andy chokes out a yes.

I know I should probably take my sweet time, but I'm too fucking impatient right now. I open Andy's jeans as quickly as possible, pulling them down far enough so they're pooling around his knees.

Andy's cock is rubbing against the front of his boxers. There's even a little wet spot and I start to feel a little proud. I made Andy this hard just from kissing him, now that's a compliment to me.

I cup the erection and Andy's slight intake of breath doesn't go unnoticed. I stroke it a few times through the underwear before finally pulling them down.

I look up at Andy before I finally take the head into my mouth.

I start to work on the sensitive head first, bobbing softly and swiping my tongue over the slit. Andy tries hard to fight his moans but it's not going so well. As I work my way down to Andy's cock, I think to myself how I want the lipstick to rub off on his dick, I wanna leave marks here too.

I don't want to come in my pants, but I needed release just as much as Andy needed it. So as I suck his cock, bobbing my head on it, I reached down to stroke myself with my free hand.

He makes one last effort to open up his throat, taking Andy as deep as I can Andy's pretty big but I try his best. I gag a little on his cock but I doesn't mind.

"F-fuck Ashes. . . .you don't h-have to. . .do that. . . ." Andy groans but I just hummed around his cock.

"I don't mind, it's actually kinda hot."

"Gonna come, Ashley. . . .fuck. . . . "Andy warns, as he tries not to thrust into the heat of my mouth. "Faster !"

I pull off and start stroking his cock fast pace with my own and then aims it towards my face. Andy doesn't have time to say anything before his orgasm wracks through his body. He comes in long, fat streaks across my face.

My thighs shake lightly as my cock spurts into my underwear.  I couldn't hold back the desperate whine of a moan that escapes from my lips.

"Fuck," Andy breathes absentmindedly. "Fuck, you look so wrecked. So beautiful."

I smirked.

I got up off the floor and grabbed some toilet paper and try my beat to wipe my fave. I look at myself in my mirror and I looked wild. My lipstick is completely smeared, lips swollen and face still covered in cum. I smiled. I never looked better. 

I turn to look over at Andy and admire my work. Lip prints and bite marks everywhere. Mission accomplished.

"You should definitely wear lipstick more often," Andy breaths while fixing up his pants. I smiled.

And I couldn't agree more.