Pickup ˚ ✞ . Andy Biersack

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Krystal

I examined my self in the mirror, I squeezed into Andy's favorite piece of lingerie barely fitting in it. It was so fucking tight. I gained some weight, making it hard to look at myself in the mirror and feel good. You're not thinking about this Krystal. I reminded myself. Not till you know we can figure this out.

The front door opened, signifying Andy was home. I pulled on my robe quickly. I listened as he closed the door behind him, and came to our room. He entered as I was tying my robe, a smile graced my face as I saw him. He was pulling off his jacket, smiling too.

We haven't had sex since our last fight but he's been cleaning his act up, easing me a little bit. Even though it's stupid I felt insecure about the fact we haven't had sex because i put on some weight. I know I yelled at him for it but i didn't mean don't touch me. God I'm all over the place.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" he asked, hanging the hoodie behind the room door, "you weren't feeling too hot this morning."

"I'm fine," I mumbled, shuffling towards him. He pulled me into his arms.

"You smell weird," I commented, his arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight. My face was buried in his chest. "Like a nail salon."

He chuckled, "I've got no idea why," he pulled my head back by my hair kissing me. His breath was minty, tasting like mouthwash.

I pulled away, "are you drunk?" I questioned.

"No- I was with Ashley, I just had one drink that's all."

I played with the hem of his shirt. "I- I'm not trying to control you," I said, "I just, I can't just encourage you to-"

He cut me off as I tried to explain. "It's okay, baby," he told me, cupping my cheek as he kissed me. Andy pulled away, kissing my forehead and letting me go. He rolled onto the bed, looking at me curiously. "Where are your clothes?"

I smiled shyly, "I uh was trying something on."

He motioned me over, I climbed ontop of him, straddling his legs. "Lemme see," he mumbled, tracing the neck line of the short silk robe. My breath hitched feeling his fingers glide against my skin. He sat up looking me straight in the eyes while he untied the robe. I leaned in kissing him as he pushed the robe back holding me by my waist. He kissed me back without hesitation. I felt my anxiety rise as he pulled away looking at me. He traced my breasts, covered by the laced bra.

"Did your boobs get bigger?" He asked. My face flushed seeing he noticed.

"Mhm," I nodded, I kissed him again, trying to distract him and myself. He moaned quietly as I grinded against him.

He spoke again, squeezing my waist. "Did you gain some weight?" He asked quietly.

"I- uhm," my heart was beating too fast making me nervous, or maybe its beating too fast because I'm nervous?

he furrowed his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I just..." I trailed off, "I don't think I'm much in the mood anymore."

i was getting up but Andy held firmly onto my waist pulling me back down. "you look beautiful," he told me, "I didn't mean it badly, you look fucking sexy."

i was silent, feeling embarrassed just sitting there, covering myself with my arms. Andy wrapped his hands around my wrists gently moving them. "don't hide your self," he mumbled, he kissed my neck softly. He moved down my shoulder and to my breasts. His hands traced the straps of it, my heart beat growing quicker. "I don't even wanna take it off you look so fucking good in it."

a wave of nausea hit me, "I can't..." I trailed off, pulling on my robe.

I alarmed him, he followed suit after me to the bathroom as I got up. "Krystal, what's wrong?"

the panic in his voice only made the anxiety worse. I stumbled to the bathroom, I wanted to avoid throwing up, so I pushed through it fighting to find a cup to put the water in. "i just ate something bad," I lied.

Andy grabbed a the glass right infront of me that I failed to notice. He filled the glass for me as I lent against the counter, breathing heavily. I guess stress only makes this nausea thing worse.

He gave it to me, I gulped it down quickly. Andy's hand held my cheek, he kissed my forehead softly. "what's wrong baby?"

i shook my head, "I'm just- I'm not feeling well."

He smiled sadly, "why?" He asked.

"I don't know," I said, lying to him.

He took my hand, lifting my face up to loom at him. "You're so beautiful, you know that, right?"

I chuckled a little, closing my eyes as if it would help my stomach turning.

"I'm serious," he said, "you have absolutely nothing to be insecure about, every inch of you is perfect."

"Stop that," I said, a small smile on my face.

"Stop what?"

"Making me love your dumbass."

He chuckled, pecking my lips. I love him to death.

I think I'll tell him soon.

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