Andy Biersack x Female OC Smut Request

                                    

                                          
This story was requested by the lovely @Katwolves, I hope you like it! I've never written for Andy Biersak before, so I apologize in advance if his personality is a little out of character for him; I'm gonna do my best! Also, this one-shot will contain smut in it, so be advised if you do not like smut. Now, I'm gonna shut up, and let's get to the one-shot! :) :D
                          
Before we begin, this oneshot has been revised and edited by me so that it's the best oneshot I can make it! I hope you love it, and it was my pleasure to make this a reality for you all! Now, I'm going to shut up, and let's get down to the oneshot! :) :D
                          
Katy Bug's POV
                          
I hated waiting. Even though it was mostly because I had the patience of a puppy, I truly began hating to wait for people when I started dating motorcyclist Andy Biersack. I waited for him more times than I care to openly admit, and I absolutely hated it. My name's Katy Bug, and this is the story of how the aforementioned Andy saved me from my ex-boyfriend.
                          
Andy was out grocery shopping near our Brooklyn apartment one fine Friday morning when I decided to go for a walk. Andy wanted to live in Brooklyn so he could both make sure I was safe and park his bike on the curb outside our apartment, which I didn't mind since I loved the city. I got my purse, locked up our apartment, and headed out toward the nearby park. The sun shone without obstruction, and I smiled while inhaling the crisp air and beginning my walk. No one was on the sidewalk as I made my way down it, so I smiled and headed into the park outside Andy's and my apartment building. People ran or jogged past me while I muttered, "Today's a gorgeous day! I just hope Andy gets home from his motorcycle club soon so we can spend the night together."
                          
You see, while Andy had gone out to get the groceries, apparently some of his buddies saw him in the store and wanted him to-in their words-"go out on the town." He'd texted that to me when I started my walk, so I kept that in mind as I moseyed down the walking path. I tried to stay out of the runners' ways when they dashed past me since they were the only other people at the park. That is, until I heard something that made my heart freeze. A voice I never wanted to hear again said, "Hey there, baby. What brings you out here all alone?"
                          
I stopped in my tracks and waited for my breath to start again. Brian, my ex boyfriend, stood before me and snickered while I stared through him, fearing what he wanted to do to me. The last time Brian and I were in the same vicinity, I was bleeding on the floor and Andy was arrested for attempted murder; he got out due to the lack of evidence against him and the fact that I'd already filed charges against Brian a few days ago. This time, however, I didn't think I'd be so lucky. Neither of us moved toward each other for a few agonizing minutes and I then said, "Get away from me, Brian. You're not meant to be near me, you know that."
                          
Brian, however, wasn't having it and he stated, "We haven't talked in ages, Katy. And I missed you so much!" I shut my eyes while he spoke, so I didn't see him heading towards me until I felt one of his long fingers graze my right cheek; why did I date this man again? I didn't know, but as I stood before him trying not to bolt, I remembered. Brian and I fought more times than was normal and I didn't want to be with him while we were together. And even now, standing almost two inches from him, I still didn't want to date him. Brian's hand cupped my neck and squeezed down hard while he hissed, "You know we're meant to be together, Katy. Why're you dating a lowlife like Andy who doesn't satisfy you in bed?"
                          
"H-He loves me, Brian! And for your information, you could never satisfy me in bed," I wheezed when his hand tightened around my throat again. Brian growled and I clawed at whatever parts of him I could reach, leaving scratches on his face and neck to prove I fought back. The second I moved, Brian's hand tightened down harder on my throat. If Brian tried anything else, I'd be dead and I couldn't leave my family or to Andy; I loved them too much.