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The Ache

Summary: You decide to tease Andy on FaceTime during your evening bubble bath.

Warnings: Smut, Needy Andrew Barber, Bubbles, Cursing, Light Masturbation, Phone Sex, Oral Sex (fem receiving), Thigh Slapping, Minors DNI

A/N: Request courtesy of an anonymous reader. Hope it's okay. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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You slowly sink into the tub with a sigh, reveling in the feel of the warm water as it envelops your tired body. After a long day of juggling presentation after presentation for your increasingly organized boss. If you were being honest, it was starting to become a real concern. Especially now that it was affecting your ability to see your man. 

To be fair, it had only been two days since you’d seen each other last. And you certainly talked every night. 

But there was just something about that damned Andrew Barber. He’d managed to get under your skin in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Frankly, you could spend hours doing a deep dive trying to examine the hows and whys of it all. Or you could just accept it for how it was. You’d gone and fallen hard for the man.

And it had all happened without your fucking permission.

A smile forms on your lips, something that always happens when you think about your Andy Bear. On a whim, you reach for your phone sitting next to your wine so that you can reread the texts you two had exchanged earlier in the day. You scroll through messages, chuckling at the photo he’d sent of him supposedly languishing away at his desk with the caption “thinking of you” written underneath. 

You’d been in the middle of working on updating your media calendar when his text had come through, so you hadn’t had time to respond. But now that you’re alone and buzzing from your last glass of wine…

You open the camera app and flip the screen so that you can snap a picture of your knees peeking out from beneath the bubbles. You allow your thumb to hover over the button for a fraction of a second before finally hitting send, only to follow it up with the words: thinking of you too. 

And then you wait, biding your time as you take a sip of your drink. You hadn’t really done much sexting in the past, having always preferred to play it safe. But you also felt like you could trust Andy with this part of you. 

Besides, it was just your knees along with a hint of thigh. Not exactly material for revenge porn, you know?

You jump when your phone begins vibrating in your hand. Of course it’s Andy…and he apparently wants to FaceTime. Oh God! Squealing softly, you briefly debate whether or not you should answer even as you swipe accept. 

“Hey, baby girl.” Andy purrs. “I was just thinking about you.” 

Just to recap, you were currently sitting naked in the tub, mid-bubble bath, on a FaceTime call with your boyfriend. No big deal, right? Not really. Except that you had never done anything like this before. And certainly not with him!

“Why you got me facing the ceiling? I’d much rather be looking at you, gorgeous. Especially after you sent me such a pretty picture.”

“Hi, honey.” You whisper. Sitting up a little straighter, you adjust the angle of your phone so that he’s looking at your face instead.

“There you are.” He smiles and takes a sip of his beer. 

“Yep…here I am.” This whole situation has you understandably nervous, and more than a little turned on. You felt so…naughty like this; talking to your man while enjoying a deliciously warm bubble bath. “What are you up to?” Your free hand snakes out to grab your glass of merlot.

“I think a better question is…what are you up to?” Andy winks at you then, catching his bottom lip between his perfect teeth as he leans into the camera. Almost as if he’s trying to get a better view of you in all of your sudsy glory.

“Mm…just relaxing with the help of some wine and a little music...”

“And a nice, hot bubble bath, huh?” Your man eagerly finishes for you. “Can’t go and leave out the best part.”

Ooh, here we go. You think as a delicate blush creeps its way across your cheeks. 

“Mmhm. Gotta do something to relieve all this tension.” You playfully crinkle your nose as the words come tumbling past your lips. “Especially since someone isn’t around to take care of it for me.” 

“Now that’s just – ugh! Baby, you’re not even playing fair.” He grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his chiseled jaw. “Let me see you.”

“I’m right here.” Instead of complying, you toss him a little wave. Paying special attention to the way his eyes darken as he watches the water drip from your fingers.

“You know what I mean.” 

“Do I?” Feeling bashful, you look away from the screen. And then you flip it, gifting him with a glimpse of your newly polished toes. “How’s that? You like the color?”

“Love it. Now let me see the rest of you.” Andy growls low in his throat, his voice pitched to arouse.

“I think you’ve seen enough, Andrew. Now, tell me about your day.” You try to sound serious, but it’s hard when he’s looking at you like…well, like that.

Like he’s going to spontaneously combust any second if you don’t give him what he wants. 

“It just got a hundred times better five minutes ago.” You roll your eyes, silently letting him know that that was so not what you meant. 

“Fine.” He grunts, looking every bit as impatient as he sounds. “I drank too much coffee this morning. The chili dog I had for lunch gave me heartburn. And now my dick is hard as diamond watching you splash around in the tub like a fucking mermaid, while I'm stuck here on my couch halfway across town.” He takes a deep pull from the bottle in his hand. “That descriptive enough for you, sweetness?”

“Not bad.” You offer up a delicate shrug. “I give it a solid seven out of ten.” 

“C’mon…” Andy groans, dragging his long fingers through his already tousled brown locks. “Swear you’ve got me dying over here. Lemme see you.”

Heaving a playful sigh, you finally decide to give him what he wants. Not much, mind you. Just a little somethin’ to tide him over until you saw each other next. Which would hopefully be tomorrow.   

You angle the camera down, allowing him a brief glimpse of your bare breasts. Giggling, you lightly splash the water onto your chest, loving the strangled moan that rumbles from somewhere deep in his throat. 

“Like what you see, Big Man?” You purr as you slowly slide your wet fingers down your body, past your navel, and into the water below. A whimper escapes as you stroke between your folds, gently parting your lips to caress the swollen bundle of nerves currently begging for your attention.  

“That’s right, baby.” Your boyfriend rasps as he leans in for an even better view. “Touch yourself for me. Pretend it's me playing with that sweet pussy.”

“But you’re n-not.” You tell him as your hips begin to rock, sending water sluicing this way and that.  “Doesn’t feel as good as - as…” Your words trail off as you swirl the soft pads of your fingers over your needy clit, trying your best to soothe the growing ache. “Ooh…”

“I know, baby. I know. But don’t stop…” Off screen, you hear the distinct click of a belt buckle, followed by the quiet undoing of a zipper. “Not yet.”

Biting your lip, you give him a small shake of your head before removing your fingers and sucking them into your mouth. “Mmm…so good.” You tell him, noting the way Andy’s blue eyes simmer with desire and a hint of jealousy.

“You taste divine, baby. But I don’t recall giving you permission to stop yet.” Comes Andy’s husky growl, his tone filled with unbridled need.

“But I’m done. And the water’s getting cold so…” You raise a hand to toy with the messy bun adorning the top of your head, lightly twirling the kinky curly strands. “Guess it’s time to say goodnight.” 

“Now hang on a sec, sweet girl –” Andy pleads. 

 “Sweet Dreams, Andrew.” You tell him with a saucy wink. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare –” You end the call before he can finish before setting aside to finish your bath. After reheating the water, you take your time to exfoliate using your favorite body scrub, all the while still grinning like a fiend. 

You knew that you shouldn’t have teased your poor Andy Bear like that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel too bad. You’d be sure to make it all better whenever you saw him next. Which would hopefully be sooner rather than later.  

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Two hours later…

“Fuck!” You hiss before rolling over and punching your pillow for what had to be the umpteenth time. You’d been tossing and turning for easily over an hour, but try as you might you just could not fall asleep. “Hate this shit.” Frustrated, you flop onto your back and stare at ceiling.

Yeah, you’d tried to make some magic happen after you’d finished getting ready for bed, but you just couldn’t seem to get yourself there. But it certainly hadn't been for lack of trying. And then when you’d gone to bust out the big guns, your favorite vibrator had decided to die on you approximately thirty seconds after turning it on. 

You had even briefly entertained the idea of calling Andy again. Deep down, you knew he would take pity on you, even after your little stunt back there in the bath.

But he would definitely make you work for it. 

Of course he had tried to call you again after you’d hung up on him – twice, actually. And while you hadn’t answered, you may or may not have shot him another picture of yourself wearing a bikini top made out of bubbles. 

All you’d received in return was a simple text calling you a little fucking brat.

So, you’d messaged him another photo. This time of you blowing him a kiss. Which also happened to consist of bubbles. Had to keep with the theme, you know?

If you were being honest, and you were, you’d brought this on yourself. And now you were being made to suffer. Meanwhile, your sweet Andy Bear was probably at home fast asleep dreaming of...

Your thoughts are interrupted by what sounds like a knock at your front door. Sitting up, you spare a glance at the clock, revealing that it was well after 1:00am. Who the fuck could that be at this hour?

You hear the knock again as you climb out of bed and scamper into the hall, hurriedly throwing on your silk robe as you go. Rising on your tiptoes, you go to peek out the peephole. Only to be surprised when you see your boyfriend standing on the other side.

“C’mon, baby girl.” Andy mutters to himself as he prepares to knock once more. “Open up already.” Confused, you make quick work of undoing the locks before wrenching open the door. 

 “Andrew…it’s the middle of the night.” You breathe, drinking in every inch of his sexily rumbled form. “Is – is  everything okay?”

“No.” He grunts, his tone gruff as he rakes both hands through his hair. “Couldn’t fucking sleep.”

Andy pushes his way inside your apartment, forcing you to take several steps back. “Every time I closed my eyes, I had this fucking vision of you all wet and covered in those damned bubbles.” He kicks the door shut before reaching behind him to click the lock into place.

Appearing every inch the predator, Andy slowly advances on you, backing you into a nearby wall. “Kept fuckin’ teasing me. Couldn’t get you outta my head.” He pins you against the cool surface, holding you hostage as his brawny arms come to rest on either side of your head. 

“Look what you did to me, baby…” His head dips as his mouth crashes down on yours, making you whimper. His tongue sweeps past your lips as he buries his big hands in your hair, his fingers deftly massaging your scalp before removing the tie and freeing the wild strands. 

“Oh God...” You moan into the kiss, arching your back as he dominates your body with each demanding flick of his tongue, each sinful nip of his sharp teeth. “Andy, I – fuck!”

He picks you up by your ass, walking you further down the hall and into your living room. Hot, wet kisses rain their way down your throat as he begins to fight with your clothes – tearing off your robe and casting it to the side. It catches the edge of a lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. 

Not that you care. Your man’s got you so wound up that you barely even flinch at the sound of it shattering into pieces.

“I’ll buy you another one.” Andy growls as you both tumble on the couch in a flurry of tangled limbs. 

“Who gives a fuck?” You hiss, tugging at the lobe of his ear with your teeth as you go to remove your cami, accidentally hitting him in the face with it.

“I need you, baby girl.” He rasps against your throat, sucking on the tender flesh. “So bad that I fuckin’ ache.” He presses your hand to the impressive outline of his cock. You squeeze him through the thin fabric of his sweats, loving the thick feel of him as he grinds against your palm. And then he pulls away, eliciting a small whine from you.

Standing, he seductively peels the shirt from his body. Your mouth waters as the glow of the moonlight washes over him, drawing your attention to his taut, defined abs. 

“Need you to fix it, baby.” Andy purrs after he kicks his pants aside. His head tips back as he fists a hand around his girth, slowly pumping up and down. “Fix me.” Groaning, he increases the speed of his strokes.

His lust-filled eyes find yours, watching your fingers as they skim beneath your cotton boyshorts to play with your pulsing clit. “Please?” He murmurs, his soft plea filling the room as he towers over you – his hard cock level with your hungry gaze. 

“Yes, Andy.” You nod, swallowing thickly. “I - I’ll fix it.” He sinks to his knees in front of you, his slightly calloused palms coming to rest on your thighs. “However you need me to." 

“Thank you, sweet girl. Thank you.” Your man presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just behind your knee. “Always so good to me.” He settles in, draping your leg over his shoulder.

“What are you –?” You gasp, your small hands gripping his head as his luscious mouth descends towards your pussy. Pulling your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs, nuzzling the sensitive nub with his nose. 

“Oh yeah.” He growls as he does it again before gently lashing at your bud with his eager tongue. “Can feel myself getting better already.”

“I thought you wanted me to – to…ungh!” You cry out when he smacks your hip. Once. Twice. You knew without a doubt that you were going to be covered in his marks by the night’s end. 

“You promised to help me however I needed.” Andy hums as he continues to feast on your most intimate flesh, his beard scraping against your inner thigh. “So shut up and take it.” His tone comes out gruff, even though he’s clearly reveling in every sweet, breathy moan and whine that leaves your lips.

Instead of ripping your panties in two like he normally would, your Andy Bear forces you to hold them to the side so he can concentrate on the meal you’ve so generously set before him.

“You’ve got a lot of healing to do, baby girl.” Two thick, talented fingers find their way inside you, searching for that special spot that was guaranteed to drive you wild. You feel your hips buck on their own accord as your toes start to curl. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.” 

Andy sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. You thrash against his hold as you feel the coil in your belly tighten as it threatens to snap, sending you plummeting over the edge into bliss.  

“Because we’re only just getting started.”

END

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Forbidden-Part 2*

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?

Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut

Part 1

You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.

It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.

“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.

“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.

Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.

“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.

He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.

“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.

“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.

“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.

“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.

“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.

You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.

“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.

You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.

“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.

“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.

Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.

“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.

“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.

“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.

You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.

“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.

“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.

“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.

This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.

“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.

Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.

After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.

Andy💘: Why am I in my office without you?

Uh oh…

Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me

Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight

Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy

Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass

You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.

“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.

“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.

“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.

“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.

“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.

Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.

“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.

“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.

“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.

“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.

You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.

“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.

“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.

“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.

“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.

Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.

“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.

“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.

Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.

“Please?” he asked with another kiss.

Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.

“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.

“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.

“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.

“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.

After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.

“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.

“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.

“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.

“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.

You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.

“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.

“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.

“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.

“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.

“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.

“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.

“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.

“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.

“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.

Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.

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Forbidden-Part 2*

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?

Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut

Part 1

You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.

It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.

“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.

“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.

Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.

“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.

He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.

“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.

“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.

“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.

“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.

“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.

You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.

“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.

You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.

“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.

“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.

Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.

“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.

“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.

“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.

You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.

“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.

“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.

“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.

This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.

“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.

Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.

After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.

Andy💘: Why am I in my office without you?

Uh oh…

Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me

Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight

Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy

Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass

You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.

“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.

“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.

“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.

“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.

“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.

Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.

“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.

“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.

“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.

“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.

You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.

“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.

“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.

“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.

“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.

Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.

“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.

“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.

Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.

“Please?” he asked with another kiss.

Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.

“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.

“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.

“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.

“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.

After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.

“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.

“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.

“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.

“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.

You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.

“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.

“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.

“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.

“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.

“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.

“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.

“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.

“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.

“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.

Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.

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Daddy chrisy 🥵

Bunny, all warm n’ fuzzy

pairing: Chris Evans x GF!Short!Reader

summary: chris evans x short! reader +breeding + daddy kink+ overstimulation/smut where they are having sex but are trying new positions because some can get uncomfortable due to how short the reader is compared to Chris (2 Requests by Anon)

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“Come on honey, cuddle up into daddy, keep ya all nice n' warm” Chris whispered kissing the shell of Y/n’s ear, feeling her grind her ass further into his hardened cock as he spooned her. One of his arms wrapped around his woman’s waist while the other held tightly onto one of her breasts, softly kneading it.

“feel all warm and fuzzy” Y/n whimpered, her head going all foggy at the feeling of her boss’ hands venturing underneath her sopping wet underwear, his thick fingers softly caressing her sensitive folds. Who knew that taking a new job as a secretary, would lead to a newfound romance.

“Yeah? maybe I can make you feel even better baby, Daddy found some new ways to play with ya” Chris whispered pulling off her flimsy excuse of underwear. The first time they had some fun loving, let’s just say it was a bit difficult with the size difference. So Chris took it upon himself to do some digging, he was determined to fuck her little pussy, and he was going to do it good.

“Really? b-but last time-“ Y/n said, feeling so helpless as Chris manhandled her into one hell of a compromising position. Settling himself against the headboard, Chris set down Y/n onto his lap facing him, her legs instantly caging in around him to keep him close.

“Is this comfy enough for ya bunny? you wanna try and fit all of daddy’s cock?” Chris said muffled, his tongue busy licking strips up her neck and into her mouth.

“Mhm, wan’ it all, I can take it” Y/n moaned sliding her wet pussy up and down his length, her swollen pussy lips giving his cock a sweet suffocating hug. Chris couldn’t help but growl at the sight of his sweet girl just playing herself dumb on his cock, pulling down the front of her tank top just enough to let her perky tits pop out.

Lifting her up easily, Y/n’s newly painted nails guided her boyfriend’s cock into her throbbing sex, both of them hissing at the amazing sensation.

“O-oh wow, feel so full daddy” Y/n moaned out, her legs interlocking behind his back, her hands clutching onto the curls adorning his tattooed chest; his eyes never leaving her face once. She is just too beautiful and pure.

“You fit me like a fuckin’ glove baby, jus’ made for each other” Chris watched as Y/n bounced herself up and down his cock, her mouth agape, drool coming out of her mouth at the amount of ecstasy. Filthily Chris leant up and licked up her drool covered chin, his tongue meeting hers in a hot wet kiss, with him swallowing her moans, and her his.

“I-i’m gonna cum Chrissy, I feel it right here”

Y/n shouted grabbing Chris' larger hand and placing it right above her pussy where his cock was repeatedly poking through her soft kissable skin, he was just too big. “You feel me up there? you’re just too little for me Y/n, how are you going to carry our babies?”

At the thought of Chris filling her up her fertile womb, Y/n couldn’t control it and felt herself squirt all over Chris’ cock and stomach; her body writhing before collapsing onto his chest. Her nipples sensitive and hard against his rough chest hair, his hands going up to tangle in her hair to pull her in for another kiss, his lips biting onto her bottom one.

“Did the thought of me gettin' you pregnant make you cum honey?” Chris chuckled gently grabbing her and putting her onto all fours, another new position they were about to try for the first time.

“Yes daddy, fill my hole with your cum, feel you so deep inside me baby” Y/n muffled into the pillow beneath her head, one of Chris' hands massaging her ass cheeks, running his thumb around her tight puckered ass hole; something he was going to get up to someday.

“I can’t wait to watch your belly grow, i’m going to pump you full until it’s running out of you baby; i’m gonna keep my cum inside of you to make sure it fuckin sticks. Your tits are going to be so beautiful filled with milk, gah i’m just in love with you bunny, maybe gonna keep you pregnant for your wedding dress yeah?”

Chris continued on his mission of taunting and praising his woman, her yelps filling the room with every thrust, her shouts of ‘yes’ to every single one of Chris’ dirty words. Spitting onto his hand, he leant forward and found himself rubbing harsh shapes on her jutted out clit, her voice breaking as the pain felt so good. The overstimulation was hitting her hard, this was the best she’d ever felt.

“Fuck yes Chris baby, give me a baby honey, show everyone around us how full I am of you. Hell maybe you can even show me off to that dick Dylan at the office” Y/n laughed crazily remember the poor excuse of a man who had stalked her around work, which lead to her falling safe into Chris' arms. Weird right?

“Ohoho honey you are so dirty, my fucking woman” Chris growled feeling his cock start to twitch at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him, Y/n had already came like a broken fountain all over him once again. Their bed now soaked with her juices as he continued to toy with her clit, chasing his own orgasm like a wild animal.

Y/n turned her head to the side to smirk at the man, his lip held beneath his teeth as she blew him a kiss, soon enough emptying his heavy balls into her waiting cunt. It better fucking stick.

“Bunny you okay?” Chris asked softer, wincing as he slowly pulled his limp dick out, her hips wiggling at the loss of touch. Pouting she pushed him onto his back to straddle his hips, slowly pushing him back in her within seconds,

“Makin’ sure it sticks, daddy” She giggled lazily, bending down to peck his lips slowly, moving to his neck and jaw. Nuzzling her head into his neck, with her heartbeat over his, Chris whispered a quick ‘ I love you baby’ Kissing the side of her head with his hands rubbing on her back affectionately, feeling Y/n relax under his touch.

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Alright. Let’s do this.

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STEVE ROGERS in THE AVENGERS (2012)

#ass #americas ass

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˗ˏˋ CHRIS EVANS PEOPLE’s 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

#this man #he makes me want to act up #the way I want to climb in his lap #c.evans #sexiest man alive #chris evans #my sexy man

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˗ˏˋ CHRIS HEMSWORTH talks about his friend Chris Evans being named Sexiest Man Alive. — Jimmy Kimmel Live (November 15, 2022)

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YAY😍

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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YAAASSSS

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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Ride Me – Chris Evans

chris evans x fem!actress reader

summary: You tease Chris for being this year's "Sexiest Man Alive," which leads to you sitting on his lap.

word count: 900+

warnings: 18+ minors dni. smut. thigh riding. fingering. public sex. usage of endearments such as baby, pretty girl, and sweetheart. degrading & praising kink. dirty talking.

author's note: chris being the sexiest man alive this year (which he deserves so much) awakened me from my slumber so here i am in my hoe hours. i hope you enjoy. < 3

proofread by me, so i apologize for any mistakes!

reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated! thank you. ♡

"Hey, sexy."

You were currently shooting an unannounced project with Chris Evans. You found Chris sitting alone on the porch while the rest of the cast and crew prepared for your next scene together. You stood there for a moment, watching his tongue travel over his lips every now and then, watching the wrinkle between his brows deepen and soften with each passing thought.

He's so beautiful.

It was recently revealed that your co-star was the "Sexiest Man Alive," and you knew you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.

Chris cocked his brow. “Me?”

"Sexiest man alive," your lips twitched, holding back a smile. “Chris Evans, right? Saw you on the television.”

Chris laughed at your antics. He watched you approach him, and when you were close enough, his hand slid up, lifting your dress high enough for his fingers to reach the apex of your thighs. "If you think you're going to get a date from this lousy flirting, you're wrong, sweetheart."

“Lousy?” you gasped lightly, feigning hurt. "No one ever said the sexiest man wasn't a gentleman. What a waste."

Chris snatched you by the waist and dragged you onto his lap. He held you close for a moment before reaching for your chin and drawing your head closer. "That's what you wanted every time I fucked you, baby. Did you forget how you begged me to treat you like a—"

“Chris! " You blushed fiercely as you looked around to check if anyone was watching. Fortunately, no one was. The majority of the crew was out putting together props and filming equipment.

“It's what you get for being such a tease. Sexy, huh?”

You've been dating Chris for three years. You two met three years ago at an awards ceremony, when you were sitting next to each other on the table. He initiated the conversation, which you were grateful for because your anxiousness at the time prevented you from even saying hello. Chris asked to take you out on a date after the event, to which you immediately accepted, and the rest was history.

“Gonna do something about it, Evans? " you asked, awfully close to his lips.

"Damn right, I will," Chris replied, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. You quickly opened your lips for him and kissed him deeply. His fingers twisted in your hair as he pulled your head back to kiss you more deeply.

“Chris.. Fuck," you whispered in between kisses, rolling your hips against his lap. His hands found your legs and widely spread them further, and you moaned at the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed clit. He guided you back and forth, placing kisses on your neck as your breathing became more ragged.

"What a needy slut I have. Riding my thigh like a whore in the middle of filming," he breathed into your lips as he pulled away. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let them see you make a mess for me?”

"Mhmm." You shook your head, but you kept rocking against him, completely forgotten about the fact that you were in public.

“Go on. Make yourself feel good, pretty girl. Ride me.” Chris slid his hand into your dress, his fingers slipping inside the thin fabric of your panties. When his finger came into touch with your clit, he began rubbing circles against it, causing you to whimper.

"Fucking hell. You feel so amazing, sweetheart. So wet for me." He inserted one finger inside you, spilling a moan our of your mouth. “That feel good, baby?”

“Oh god, y-yes.” Your breathing became more rapid as you humped Chris' thigh faster and faster.

Chris lowered his head to look at you. He enjoyed watching you come apart; there was something about it that was both dirty and rewarding. He noticed you shaking and shivering, desperate to come. He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, which pushed you closer to your release.

“You're so, so close, aren't you?”

Before you could gather your thoughts to respond, you heard a nearby clap signifying that the crew was almost done with the setup.

“Fuck, no, no, no. Chris," you whined, forcing yourself to stop moving despite how close you were from coming.

Chris remained silent, planting a kiss on your forehead. He gently helped you get up from his lap and straighten your dress. He took your hand in his as he approached Janet, one of the crew members in charge of today's filming.

"Can we have an extra thirty minutes off? I'm feelin' kinda dizzy, might need to lie down in my trailer for a bit.”

Janet expressed concern about her main star and agreed to his request. "Do you want us to get you some medicine? Let me call—"

“No. No need, Janet. Jus' need some peace and quiet and it'll go away. I'll have Y/N keep an eye on me so you won't worry.” Chris smiled, giving Janet a small hug. She turned her gaze to you and grinned, confident that you would look after him. “Take care of your man, will you?”

You chuckled. “I will.”

Your relationship wasn't a secret to the crew. Chris preferred it to be public, refusing to hide and keep it from everyone.

Chris tightened his grip on your hand as he led you to his trailer. He lied about feeling unwell just to be with you. If you wanted him a moment ago, this made you crave for him more.

When you both entered the trailer, he shut the door and closed all of the windows while you waited there anticipating with excitement.

Chris carried you on his shoulder to his small room and laid you gently on the bed. “Let's see how many times I can make you cum in thirty minutes.”

[ilovefandoms102]

Sexiest Man Alive

Chris Evans x Female Reader

You wake up to the news that your boyfriend has been named the Sexiest Man Alive.

Warnings: 18+ please! There’s a little bit of smut involved in this one

Note: So, this is just a quick something I wrote when I woke up to this news about Chris. Can’t believe he finally won. As he should. Enjoy!

Chris Evans Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of your phone dinging over and over again. You worry it’s an emergency, so you reach over your sleeping boyfriend to get your phone.

What you see is just about everyone you know texting you about Chris and some photoshoot. You try to think of which one they mean and come up short. He’d gone to a few lately.

But when you open your messages it all makes sense.

“Chris, oh my god!” You say as you likely shake him awake.

“What is it, babe?” He asks with an adorable Bostonian morning voice.

“You’re the sexiest man alive,” you relay what the magazine says.

“Oh thanks,” Chris says.

“No, Chris you’re on People magazine,” you say, not thinking he understands that you aren’t just complimenting him.

“Yeah, baby. Did that come out today?”

“I guess so. Everyone is sending it to me and-“ you get distracted from your words as you start looking at the photos. And god, does he look good.

“Do you think it was a good choice? I don’t know because there are so many other guys,” Chris starts being a little bit insecure.

“Chris, my love, you are the sexiest man alive. The universe agrees. Do you need me to show you?” You ask him.

His cheeks blush a deep red as you toss your phone to the side and straddle him. He holds you as you lean down and kiss his lips. They’re soft like always and his moan of pleasure satisfies you.

“Y/n, please,” Chris says when your hips rock against his.

“I’ve got you, sexy,” you say and the two of you giggle at how it sounds. “Okay, maybe I’ll stick with not saying that one.”

“Sounds good, babe,” Chris agrees.

You show him instead of call him sexy as you move down his body to take his cock in your mouth. It’s a practiced action as you lick and suck him until he’s practically squirming underneath you.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” Chris says.

“Go on,” you say. And with that he reaches the ultimate pleasure with the shout of your name.

“Fuck, y/n. I need to be named the sexiest man alive every morning,” Chris jokes as you move back to lay next to him.

“I agree. I’m never going to stop looking at these photos,” you say as you grab your phone again.

“Well, let me at least help you out while you do,” Chris drops a kiss to your cheek before he moves to bury his face between your legs.

“Oh Chris, yeah it was definitely the gray in the beard that made them pick you,” you as you feel his beard brush against your thighs.

“You think so?” He asks with a cute smile.

“I do.”

“Guess I’ll have to grow it out again so the gray will show up again,” Chris says.

You don’t have time to agree before he dives into your core.

And you are out of this world excited about your boyfriend being named the sexiest man alive.

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˗ˏˋ CHRIS EVANS People Magazine (November 08, 2022)

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Ok I need part two pretty please ! Forbidden is so GOOD 🥵

Thank you so much! I’m going to try and have it up some time next week😁

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.