Remember Who She Calls - Andy Biersack X MGK X Reader (PART 2)

Remember Who She Calls - Andy Biersack x MGK x Reader (PART 2)

You guys wanted a part two, so here you go! Again, I think this is going to become a series! Keep sending in requests on how you want to see it go! :)

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Remember Who She Calls - Andy Biersack X MGK X Reader (PART 2)

“What happened tonight?” You read the text you sent to Andy after you and Colson had left. The way he was acting was undeniably suspicious. Andy was always the one to tell you exactly how he felt, but tonight he seemed like an entirely different person.

“Babe, when we get home…” Colson’s voice trailed and his hand rested on the innermost part of your thigh. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you casted a sultry look up to him. His eyes were bright and wide, their intentions full of pure ecstasy once he was able to get his hands on you in private.

“It’s nothing. Sorry.” Andy’s response displayed itself across your phone screen, which internally made your stomach churn. Something was most definitely wrong. You remembered back to nine years ago, specifically to Warped Tour 2011. Black Veil Brides were a headliner. Set The World On Fire was a top-selling album and you were working the tour. You recalled Andy with his long locks of jet-black hair, the warpaint covering his body, and the dreadful event when he broke his ribs when he fell… It was a very eventful summer, as that was also the year you met Colson.

“I don’t think we’ve met. Andy Biersack,” You remembered Andy introducing himself all those years ago. You remembered the cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had just finished up his interview with Matt Good and Bryan Stars. You were infatuated with him. You two spent the night talking about who knows what on BVB’s bus. You two exchanged numbers and became the best of friends. You remembered all the endless nights Andy would call you from the road, just to tell you about what happened during his day and how excited he was to play his shows. You memorized him like the back of your hand. Your friendship was the truest of any you ever had, but then you met Colson a few weeks later in July on the same Warped Tour.

You were always interested in his character and admired his way of being lyrical genius. You were backstage prepping when he approached you just as he was about to go on. “I’ve seen you around all week along… and just decided to introduce myself.” Colson introduced himself.

“Y/N,” You told him and he smiled. You were nearly fainting on the inside at how good looking the man was. Little did you know, he’d become a dear friend too by the very end of the tour. Colson told you all about his life, his daughter who was only three years old during the tour, his past relationship with her mother, his life in general. You explained yourself and were the shoulder he needed to lean on sometimes and vice-versa .Out of Warped Tour 2011, you gained two of your best friends, one of which you recently started dating.

“Come on, love.” Colson said as you felt the car be thrown into park. Your head jerked up and you made no attempt to respond to Andy, because Colson practically dragged you inside the place you two shared. His hands wrapped themselves tightly around your body as you felt your back be pushed against the cold surface of the wall. You groaned audibly into his mouth as Colson’s lips hurried to find yours. Your hands roamed his body as you moaned softly into his mouth when his hand slipped underneath your dress and fumbled with the thin fabric that hid you away from his burning touch.

Even though you two were in the midst, your mind wandered back to Andy. How weird he acted. He made no sudden attempts to tell you what was bothering him recently, as he usually had, but you were determined to find out. You felt Colson’s chilling grip underneath your thighs as he hoisted you up onto his waist, your legs instinctively wrapping tightly around his waist as you skillfully kicked off your ruby red heels.

Before you realized, your back was pressed into the soft mattress of the California King bed. Colson was quick to remove the dress that disrespectfully hid your bare skin from his eyesight. “You are so beautiful,” He panted once you were exposed to the open, the air brushing against your warm skin, causing the hairs to rise along your arms. You giggled softly and motioned him with your index finger to hurry to your face.

Colson’s lips reattached to yours as he left a trail of kisses down your jaw and to your neck. His hands worked at kneading between your thighs, his fingers daring more and more to touch your aching core. Without even the simplest warning, Colson slipped a finger inside and you let out a moan, your back automatically arching into his touch, begging for deeper contact. Colson let out a throaty chuckle, astonished to see you give in so quickly.

“You usually put up a fight, kitten,” He whispered deep and low into your ear, adding a slight growl at the end which made your heart beat quicken, the one bestowed in your chest and other regions. You half-smiled at him, holding his face to yours.

“I just want you,” You growled. “Now.” You demanded, the lustful look fully taking over your eyes. Colson’s deep blue eyes dilated instantaneously as you reached forward and began unbuckling his belt, hurrying to push the jeans down his legs and expose him. He helped you out and before you knew it, he had his head in between your thighs, his mouth working wonders against you. He knew every button to push to make you scream his name and within minutes, his name was falling from your lips. You were panting, inching closer and closer to your release. He pulled himself back up for air, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, licking every ounce of you from around his mouth. It was a gorgeous sight to see.

“You want me that bad, kitten?” He purred against your neck, steadying himself in front of you. You nodded fervently, whimpering under his touch. Without warning again, he pushed himself in, deep and slow with his first stroke before picking up the pace. The sound of your skin clapping together and your moans mixed together made the most perfect melody. You were nearly crying out for him by the time you reached your hide and Colson watched you intently as your facial expressions changed drastically, your mouth forming the perfect O and that’s when he knew his work was complete.

A heaving and sweaty mess, he pulled you onto his chest at the head of the bed, his lips pressing against your hairline as he pulled the covers over the both of you. “That was amazing,” You breathed hard against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Colson smiled and began rubbing circles into the skin of your back and you traced the prominent tattoos that covered his chest.

“Was everything okay tonight?” Colson suddenly asked and you knew he was referring to Andy. Still, you had no clue what Colson had said to him earlier before you two left the building together. You nodded.

“Yeah, Andy was just off… He looked like he wanted to tell me something, but he never did.” You responded in pure honesty. Colson knew you and Andy were best friends, just as you and him were also. He knew that the three of you knew and met each other at practically the same time. But Colson was determined to keep you at his side. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been in love with you for the last few years now, but made no attempt until just now.

He hoped Andy wasn’t trying to offer the same feelings towards you.

“Well, I’m sure you two will settle it and talk. You guys always seem to figure things out.” Colson said in hopes that you wouldn’t ponder too much on it, but he knew that was impossible. You continued to rest your head on the top of his chest, feeling as his chest raised and lowered. The subtle beating of his heart made tiredness wash over you. Colson knew every time after sex, you’d fall asleep just as quick. So he proceeded to cuddle you tighter, more so pulling you on top of him. He stroked your back with his fingertips and once he heard your heavy sigh, he checked. Your eyes were shut, your breathing at a steady pace.

“Goodnight, angel…” Colson mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.