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Fitness

Pairing: Ari x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are planning to cancel you're gym membership but then you meet Ari

WC: 1.6K

A/N: This is for Navy & Roo's @the-slumberparty this was from a generator or prompt list before the challenge actually started. My prompt was Active.

That's it you were done. All the new year, new you nonsense was over.

You used to spend so much time setting resolutions, unrealistic ones at that, not meeting them and then beating yourself up about it. But you were different now. Thanks to all the work you'd been doing on yourself, mentally and emotionally, you were in a much better place. You were learning to love the body you were in and you wanted to take better care of it. No you didn’t have any weight loss goals. What you wanted was to move your body in ways that felt good. To build up your strength and endurance. You wanted to be stronger and you couldn’t do that if you were feeling self conscious in a gym full of people.

Once you realized it was the gym itself that made you nervous you found alternative ways to work out. You’d started working out at home with short YouTube videos and were going on lots of walks and even a couple short hikes. Who needs those fancy confusing machines? Not you. Which is why it was time to cancel this membership. To be honest you signed up online last year and never even stepped foot in the place. It was an unnecessary expense, but not anymore!

Unfortunately they wouldn’t let you cancel online so you are here to do it in person. Maybe as a treat you’ll go out nice for dinner. After all, you'll have an extra $35 bucks a month in your pocket once you got this sorted.

Going up to the door you're almost knocked over by some gym bro rushing out. Yuck . This is exactly why you are leaving too much testosterone.

As you enter you take in the place there is pop music playing over the speakers. Lots of cardio machines and weight machines and of course free weights. But there's something about this place that's different. You expected to see an endless sea of muscle tees and hear lots of grunting from John Cena looking guys. Or smaller guys who imagined they could look like John Cena if they tried hard enough. But today in this gym there were a lot of women. A curious number in fact since there was a women's only gym on the other side of town. At least you thought there was.

Huh, maybe it closed. Shrugging to yourself you start to make your way to the front desk.

On your way you pass what you assume to be the smoothie bar. Behind which a handsome dark skin man with bright eyes and an easy smile is making drinks for about 5 different women. Huh, maybe you’ll grab something on the way out.

You’re waiting at the front desk for someone to help you. You would go ask smoothie guy but he’s clearly preoccupied…

“Hi, can I help you?”

Turning around every thought you had drifts out of your head as you lock eyes with what could only be a beautiful figment of your imagination. 6’2” maybe 6’3” shaggy brown hair and a thick beard. You’ve never really been into beards before but he might change that.

“Are you alright? Can I help you with something?”

Ok so you didn’t cancel your membership. In fact you had signed up for personal training sessions. You didn’t plan on it but you and Ari got to talking; he was so kind and patient when you told him about your concerns. How you weren’t sure how to use the machines and didn’t know which workouts to do. You couldn’t believe you were being so bold and honest with him, but you’re glad you were.

After you confessed everything to him he offered you 3 complimentary personal training sessions with him. Since you didn’t like the crowds he offered to meet you later in the evening after the post work rush. On your first session with him Ari took you through every machine in the gym and taught you how to use them. He’s been nothing but kind, encouraging and supportive ever since you met.

“Great work!” Ari said as you finished your last rep.

You’ve been working with Ari for about 2 months now, doing 1 private session a week and coming another 3 times on your own. Working out was officially a part of your regular routine, and you were in the best shape of your life! You could feel yourself getting stronger and your confidence was obviously growing.

Private sessions or not, Ari always seemed to find you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was going out of his way to talk to you. In fact this session tonight was an extra. Usually you meet with him on Mondays but he said he had a cancellation and offered you a Friday slot as well.

“You did amazing today!” Ari said before wrapping you up in one of his big bear hugs and spinning you around.

“Me? I couldn’t have done any of this without your help”

“No, no way I just guided you a bit here and there you’re the one who put in all the hard work.”

Ari was always saying things like that, how strong you are, how dedicated, how beautiful. If it was anyone else you’d think they were sucking up so you would keep coming back, but Ari? He was being nothing but sincere.

He’s still holding onto you, your arms are wrapped around each other, and he's looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes, and he’s so tall you have to tilt back your head so you can meet his intense gaze. The moment is heavy and you start to think that maybe…

There's a loud bang in the gym, probably someone dropping the squat rack on the ground too hard. But the sound breaks the tension. Ari clears his throat and takes a rather large step away from you. “

Seriously great work today, why don’t you head home, I can clean up here.” He says as he starts to wipe down the equipment you were using.

“Ohh um sure, I’ll head out then. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah definitely!”

As soon as you turn off and head to the locker room Ari is kicking himself. Christ, there goes yet another opportunity to ask you out and he botched it..again! The guys keep bothering him about it, apparently the entire gym staff knows he’s harboring the world's biggest crush on you. And all the extra pressure from his staff is not helping his nerves.

Ari has never in his life had a hard time talking to women but something about you, he gets so tongue tied and nervous it’s not like him at all. A minute ago when the two of you were standing there wrapped in each other's arms, God it felt so good to hold you like that it took all his strength not to lean down and kiss you. But then he chickened out of course. Ughh he’s got to think of a plan. Maybe it would be easier if he just texted you…? No he’d rather do it in person, like a gentleman, he just didn’t know what he was going to say.

Ari’s at the front desk with Sam, one of the other trainers. The gym is usually slow on Friday nights so the two of them just have to wait for the few stragglers that are here to finish their workouts and then they’ll head home.

He thought you might have left already but you stroll up to the desk looking absolutely lovely in a different outfit than when you came in.

“Hi” You say smiling at him “Hey Sam” You acknowledge the man next to him.

Sam gives a quick “Hey” back before giving Ari a gentle nudge and heading to the other side of the desk so he can look busy with paperwork while still eavesdropping.

“Hi, did you need something before you go?”

“No, actually I wanted to ask you something,” You take a deep breath before verbalizing the question that’s been burning on your tongue for weeks, “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

For a split second Ari is convinced he heard you wrong. For a moment he’s convinced this is one of his many fantasies about you, but he quickly recovers and gives the only logical answer.

“Yes, yes I would love to go out with you.” His smile is so wide it almost hurts, and you have an equally wide grin across your face. You try to reign it in just a little bit. Right now you have the overwhelming urge to squeal and jump around but you’re pretty sure that might make Ari change his mind.

Calming your inner turmoil you look to him and say “Great well, I don’t know if you’re free this weekend at all but...”

“Actually he’s free right now” Sam interrupts.

“You sure man?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, we close in an hour anyway, you two go out and have a good time” Sam waves the two of you off.”

“OK it looks like I’m free now” Ari says with a chuckle. “If that works for you?”

“Yes, that definitely works!”

“Ok, there's a really good Mexican place right up the street. We could walk there if you want?”

“Mexican sounds perfect.”

“Ok then, after you.” He says as he gestures for you to lead the way. You head towards the door figuring he’ll catch up. Ari steps around to the front of the desk wrapping his knuckles on it before whispering a quick “thank you” to Sam. With his long legs he catches up to you quickly and by the time you make it out the front door the two of you are holding hands as you leisurely stroll to your destination.

Thanks so much for reading!! Don't forget to leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Have an awesome day! <3

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Babe you could never disappoint me lol. I mean if he's dark twisty and certifiable that's always fun too 😆 😍 I will love him either way

Hi Siri! First off, I absolutely love all of your works! You’re such a fantastic writer! So for your extravaganza, could I ask for a continuation of the Andy fic you did a while ago with the “honey we’re past the bargaining stage, it’s time to pay up” prompt? Feel free to ignore if that’s not something you’d like to do, I understand!❤️

Made Good

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dub con hinging on non con (at first). Blackmail/coercion. Repaying a debt with sex. Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Unprotected sex. Innocence kink. Praise kink. Corruption kink. Fear kink (is that a thing, because it is for this Andy 😳) Mob elements. Soft!dark Andy Barber. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: I have been wanting to write a follow up to this story since I first wrote it, liiike, it was on my Kinktober list (with the innocence kink 😈) but I didn’t get to it, so nonnie, I am sooo excited and grateful that you sent in this ask. It was one of the first ones I received, but I was excited to save it for my celebration finale 🤓 Thank you ❤️

P.S. If you haven’t read the first part of this, I suggest you do, as this will be a direct continuation of that scene. Also shoutout to @river-soul for spitballing with me on this one, ilu! Enjoy! 😘

“Please, I don’t want this,” you whispered shakily, more tears streaking down your cheeks as Andy shifted closer to you, grinning as you retreated.

He stalked you slowly, and you could see it in his eyes, how much fun he was having, the way he reveled in your fear, something even darker igniting in his gaze at the sound of your frightened whimper as you hit the pool table behind you. You stumbled against it, and once Andy closed the distance between you, looming close, you were trapped.

His hands were warm and heavy as they slid along your thighs, his head cocking and lips curling into a devilish smirk as his touch discovered the top of your thigh high stockings, and the bare skin beyond.

“Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all,” he teased, lifting you onto the edge of the pool table with ease as he slotted himself between your legs.

“Please, stop!” you tried to recoil from him, but Andy’s hand slid around you, planting heavy on your lower back and yanking you against him.

He rutted against you so forcefully that you could feel the hard, hot length of him through both your clothes.

The way your breath hitched, your shaking hands scrabbling against his chest to try and shove him away, and the desperate terror in your gaze as you stared up at him–pleadingly–had Andy pausing.

He just watched you for a moment, the air around you crackling with tension and anticipation–with wicked intent, too–and then he was humming, his head dipping close as his free hand lifted, a solitary finger curling beneath your chin and tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away from him.

“Then again, only a good girl would look so fucking terrified of my cock.”

Andy grinned as his men laughed, and you felt another wave of humiliation and shame wash over you, at being their form of entertainment - at all of their eyes on you, watching you, reveling in your inescapable ruin.

Hand dropping to your thigh, Andy tugged you flush against him, rocking against the warm heat between your legs, purring at how soft and pretty and scared you were, just for him.

“Promise I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your ear, dragging his cheek against yours until you were gasping at the burn of his beard along your skin, your fingers clawing at the crisp, white shirt beneath his blazer. “Bet I’ll have you begging for me and my cock before tonight's through.”

You could hear the men around you shift, the rustle of clothing, even a quiet, carnal groan, and you couldn’t help but bury your face against Andy’s chest, desperate to hide from the wicked, watchful eyes all around you.

“Please don’t let them watch,” you whispered, swallowing against a desperate, frightened sob as you gripped Andy’s shirt tighter and peeked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

Andy’s plump, pink lips quirked at your request. “Fuck, you really are a shy, sweet thing, aren’t you?” His hand slid up your back, pulling you against him and he hummed. “Can feel you trembling for me, honey, so fucking scared. God, I’m gonna ruin you.”

This time you couldn’t suppress your sob, pressing your face against Andy’s chest as you wept.

“I can be nice though,” his words were a hot rush against your ear, making you shiver. “I’ll even make you a deal, how’s that?”

Your crying died down as Andy cradled the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes eagerly drank in your shaken state, and despite the gentle caress of his thumbs against your cheeks as he wiped away your tears, you still flinched, making him chuckle.

“How about this: you be a good girl for me, do whatever I want, no fighting or making a big fuss, and I’ll make them all leave.”

A few huffs of frustration and quiet grumbles rippled through the room, reminding you of your audience, and you were nodding before you really even processed Andy’s words.

You knew you couldn’t stop what was about to happen, that you couldn’t fight off Andy because he was so much bigger and stronger than you, but at least you could gain some privacy for your inevitable violation.

Satisfied gaze fixed on you, Andy told the others, “Leave, now. And I’m not to be disturbed, I don’t care if the world is ending.” He rocked against you, groaning at the friction. “I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.”

Andy’s men began to file out of the private VIP room, but you didn’t look away from him, not even after hearing the door click shut, confirming you were all alone with him now, because Andy slowly began to undress.

He took his time loosening his tie and tugging it over his head, dropping it on the pool table beside you. You watched as he shrugged out of his suit blazer, swallowing nervously at just how broad his shoulders were, just how big he was. His cufflinks went next, and he tucked those into his pants pocket before unbuttoning his shirt and taking that off, too. The final thing to go was his white t-shirt, everything neatly set beside you on the pool table.

You couldn’t help but admire him, because you had never seen such an attractive man in person. His chest was a broad, muscled expanse of pale skin littered with tattoos and dark, wiry chest hair that tapered into a trail leading down his firm, flat stomach and into the top of his pants.

You felt your cheeks go hot as your gaze lingered at the front of his pants, spying the tent there, Andy’s arousal pressed right up against you.

His hands reaching for you had you snapping back to reality and recoiling until he tsked at you.

“None of that, honey, we had a deal.” Andy’s eyes flashed, going hard as his jaw clenched. “Unless you want me to bring my men back in to enjoy the show? Or better yet, I could take you out onto the club floor and fuck you there for everyone to see, is that what you want?”

“N-no!” You shook your head, shuddering at the thought.

“Then behave,” Andy purred, gently pushing your denim jacket down your arms before setting it aside with his own clothes.

He took his time working open the little buttons down the front of your dress, his gaze flickering to your face, a smirk twisting his lips as he found your eyes lowered submissively and avoiding his as he parted the flaps of your dress and revealed your trembling body for the first time.

“Dunno why you’re so shy, sweetheart,” Andy said, pushing the dress from your shoulders until you were sitting before him in nothing but your simple cotton panties, matching bra, and thigh highs. “This is a body that was made to be worshipped.”

You covered yourself on instinct, feeling a fresh wave of tears fill your eyes at being here, like this, with a scary stranger who was so eager to take advantage of you, to hurt you and use you.

Andy reached for your wrists, gripping one in each hand and shoving your arms back to your sides as he grunted, “Don’t hide from me.”

“Please don’t do this,” you tried to appeal to him one last time, gasping as Andy’s big hand slid up your chest, between your heaving breasts, until he was gently gripping your throat. “I promise I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughed, gaze dropping as his free hand slid up your thigh, the back of his knuckles dragging up the front of your panties. “We’re so far past money at this point.”

You gasped as he suddenly tore your panties away, the violence of it making your skin sting and fresh tears blur your vision. You tried to squirm away from his touch, whining in humiliation as he drew his fingers along the cut of you, teasing circles around your clit until you were sobbing because your cunt–the ultimate betrayer–was weeping for him now, too.

“There you go,” Andy murmured, his grip on your throat tightening as you tried to pull away from him again. “Don’t fucking fight me,” he snarled, yanking your face to his and kissing you hard, groaning at the salt of your tears on his tongue and the way you mewled into his mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into your pussy without any warning.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he laughed breathlessly as he pulled away, watching the way your features twisted in pain as he fucked you with his fingers. “Haven’t felt a cunt this tight in a long time.”

“I-I’m not.” You squealed as he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers, rubbing against a spot that had your body instantly electrified as you went rigid against him.

“Yeah, come on, honey, give it to me,” Andy breathed against your hot, tear-streaked cheek. “I know you can.”

He pressed gentle kisses along your face as his fingers pummeled that sensitive place inside you, shoving so deep, the heel of his hand was hammering your clit relentlessly, until your back was bowing and your thighs were shaking. An unfamiliar sensation bloomed at the center of you and you came with a shaky cry, your release flooding from your body in a hot, sinful rush and soaking Andy’s hand and wrist.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groaned, dark stare fixated between your legs, at the wetness trickling along your thighs and his hand, as he slowed the thrust of his fingers before pulling them free.

You were still trying to process how quickly he had made you cum, that you had squirted–something you didn’t even know you could do–when Andy tugged back the hood of your clit and began slapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you choked, writhing as your hands dropped to the edge of the pool table at either side of you and gripped so hard it hurt as Andy forced another messy orgasm from your traitorous body.

You could hear your release, feel it rushing from your cunt, the sound of it trickling to the floor making humiliation erupt in your chest, and you cried, not bothering to resist as Andy pulled you to his chest and gently pet along your sopping cunt, making soft cooing noises against the crown of your head as you trembled and wept.

“Figured I’d have fun with you, sweetheart, but fuck, didn’t realize I’d hit the responsive jackpot.”

He rubbed circles on your back as you hiccuped quietly, your mind hazy and your body feeling like it wasn’t your own, and despite what he was doing to you–what he planned on doing to you–you found yourself leaning into him, desperate for the stray, unexpected comfort he was showing you.

Because you were so scared, and for some reason the idea of surrendering to Andy, especially in this moment, as he gently rubbed your back and his lips trailed along your forehead, felt better–felt safer–than trying to fight him.

It took a moment for his words to process in your sluggish mind, but when they did, you were whispering your reply, your voice quaking, “I d-didn’t know, I’ve never done that before.”

Andy pulled away, framing your face between his hands, his eyes calculating and something else, almost like he was really looking at you for the first time.

You felt dizzy - from his gaze, from his touch, from the way he’d so effortlessly played your body like he’d known you intimately for years.

Your body, the traitorous vessel that was buzzing like it never had before–simply thrumming and eager for more–as you squirmed before Andy and shyly met his unwavering gaze.

And suddenly he was kissing you, but it was different than before, less taking and more wanting. His lips worked against yours feverishly, a groan rumbling through his chest as you tentatively kissed him back, responding to him of your own accord as your shaking fingers curled into his shoulders and the expertise of his tongue pulled a whimper from you, your mind going pleasantly hazy the longer he drank from your willing mouth.

“Can’t wait any longer,” Andy grunted, hands dropping to his belt, quickly working it open before moving to the front of his pants. “Need to feel you.”

You could only stare down between the two of you, your eyes going big at the sight of Andy’s cock, the size and girth of it much bigger than anything you had ever taken before.

You shied away from him then, a different kind of fear rattling through you as you blurted, “That’s not gonna fit inside me.”

Andy’s laugh was a husky, raspy thing, his hand stroking over his cock nice and slow, eyes sparkling as your gaze drank in the pearl of pre cum that seeped from the tip of him. “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

Yelping as he grabbed your ass and hefted you against him, dragging his cock along your messy center, you shoved against his chest, a note of hysteria to your voice as you cried, “Andy, wait!”

It was the sound of his name falling from your lips that had Andy going still, had a primal grunt catching in his throat as your frightened eyes found his.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, a few fresh tears spilling over as you watched him.

You could actually see it, the way Andy’s features softened ever so slightly, as well as the flicker of confusion in his eyes, the slight, fleeting furrow of his brow as some kind of slow realization dawned on him before your eyes.

“Oh, honey, you’re trouble,” he murmured, his free hand sliding along your cheek as he watched you, caressing you with his dark, burning gaze. “Got me all twisted up for you already.” He moved closer, so close his next words puffed against your lips in a hot rush. “Wanna fucking ruin you and protect you.” His head tilted, nose brushing against yours. “Gonna do both.”

He pulled you in for a slow, sinful kiss, making all of your whirling thoughts and anxiety slowly begin to fade. His lips worked against yours until you were going pliant against his chest, your hands hesitantly cupping his face as you returned his kiss, getting lost in the taste of him and addicted to the feel of his lips against yours.

Gasping as you felt his fingers at your clit, rubbing gentle circles, you couldn’t help the desperate mewl that fell from your lips and to Andy’s as you writhed against him, your hips canting into his touch, legs spreading wider, silently seeking more.

“Gonna take care of you,” Andy husked, pulling away and watching you as his touch fell away from your clit and you felt the warm, spongy head of his cock slowly dragging up and down your folds. “Gonna make it so good for you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?”

Your eager nod had him smiling, his free hand sliding around your hip and to the small of your back, holding you in place as he slowly began to push inside of you. You whined at the stretch of him, eyes smarting with more tears as Andy’s thick cock filled you in a way that had your velvety walls straining.

“Wait, please!” you begged, fingernails digging into Andy’s back as you thrashed against him.

“Shhh, you can take it, I know you can,” Andy hummed, his hips retreating ever so slightly before he was spearing into you again, this time deeper than before.

When you whimpered your distress, his lips descended on yours, his mouth masterful as he took you apart in a different way–the distracting kind of way–until some of the tension was easing from your body and giving him more room and depth to work with as he rocked against you.

The feel of Andy finally bottoming out inside of you had you groaning, your sweaty forehead dropping to his shoulder as your body took a moment to adjust to being so full.

“Knew you’d feel good around my cock,” Andy murmured, both hands gripping your ass and holding you in place as he began to rut against you. When his hand skated between your bodies, his thumb lightly circling your clit, you keened, clenching around him so hard he hissed. “Jesus, you really are a responsive thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, going still as you tucked your face against his chest to hide, embarrassed as shame roiled hot in your belly.

“Hey.” It was the sound of your name on Andy’s lips for the first time ever that had you peeking up at him. “You feel fucking incredible around my cock, you hear me? And having you react to every little thing has me fucking feral.” His hand slid along your cheek, titling your face back so he could see you better. “I wanted you before, but now? Sweetheart, I fucking need you.”

“God,” you whispered at the intensity of him, his words, his gaze, the pulsing throb of his cock in your tight channel, making you squirm as you felt more of your slick easing the snug fit of Andy inside you. “Please.”

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Andy hummed, his hold on your face shifting until he was gripping the back of your neck. “Wanna see every goddamn reaction my cock gets out of you.”

Your lashes fluttered, your tummy somersaulting and then swooping hard as Andy’s hips slowly retreated from you before he was thrusting back into you hard and punching a sharp cry from your chest.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey,” Andy groaned, settling into a slow, hard pace as he fucked you. “Wanna hear every sweet sound you’ve got for me.”

You moaned at the next deep plunge of his cock, your toes curling as you reached for him, hands sliding around Andy’s back and tugging him closer.

“Being so good for me,” Andy panted, shoving into you hard and lingering, grunting as you clenched around him hard. “Letting me fuck this pretty, tight hole of yours.”

His words made your face feel like it was on fire, but god, it had the rest of you alight in a different way–a new way–your belly fluttering and your core pulsing hard as you mewled and quietly begged for more.

And Andy gave it to you, his hands dropping to your hips and pulling you into every eager, deep thrust of his cock, until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, interspersed by your own cries of ruin, Andy’s throaty grunts and groans, and the embarrassingly loud squelching of your delighted cunt greedily swallowing every hot, hard inch of Andy’s cock over and over again.

“Time for you to really sing for me, sweetheart,” Andy panted, his touch moving between your bodies until his thumb was strumming your clit.

His hips snapped against you harder than before, faster too as he grinded against you on every deep plunge into your tight, wet heat, until he had you sobbing as your orgasm washed over you, making you go taut as you came hard.

It felt like every single muscle in your body locked as you hit that peak of your pleasure, and then release swept through you like a tidal wave, bliss flooding through every inch of you and making you tremble and cry out again with your complete and utter undoing.

“Good girl,” Andy breathed, catching you in his arms as you went limp against him, whimpering as stray aftershocks sparked along your body as his cock continued to fill you up again and again.

You swore you felt him get harder inside of you just before a loud moan rumbled in his chest, shaking through your own and signaling his climax. You pressed against him, eyes closing as you felt his cock pulse and throb inside of you, gasping at the warm, wet rush of Andy’s cum filling you up, his pleasure flooding you and making you moan softly as you fluttered around him.

“Fuck, so good,” he groaned, his hips giving a few more pumps, his last thrust shoving deep enough inside you to make you whimper as he dropped his head to your shoulder, teeth nipping at your skin as he rode out the final wave of his release.

You were both quiet for a beat, catching your breaths, and then Andy was straightening and pulling away slightly to get a good look at you. His lips curled at your ruined state, and how, despite your bra straps falling down your arms and your lips so thoroughly kiss swollen, you still somehow managed to look only sweetly rumpled after being fucked so thoroughly.

“You can consider your debt paid,” he murmured, gently pulling up the straps of your bra and setting them back into place.

Your gaze dropped then, shame lapping at you as your head began to clear and the reality of what you had just done–and so thoroughly enjoyed–clicked in your brain. But when you raised your arms to cover your chest, your vulnerability, Andy quickly caught your wrists and pushed your arms back down.

“I told you not to hide from me.”

You blinked up at him, brows furrowed and lips pursed in confusion. “But, we’re done now–”

“Oh, honey,” Andy laughed, lifting your hand to his face and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “You and I? We’re just getting started.”

You could only stare at him in stunned disbelief as Andy Barber, the notorious mobster, pressed against you, his hand gently collaring your throat as his eyes glittered with a strangely soft kind of darkness as he whispered, “After all that? Sweetheart, you’re mine. For good.”

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WHEW. THIS ONE DID NOT GO HOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD. OUR GIRL WAS KIND OF HERE FOR IT AFTER A HOT MINUTE, AND ANDY WAS WAAAAY SOFTER AND MORE HEART EYES THAN I EXPECTED BUT LIIIKE, I DIG IT. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID. PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO FEED YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD HOE 😘

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our-marvel-universe · 5 days

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Ok @biteofcherry now your making me horny, soft and hungry. All at the same time!!

Morning sun rays cascaded over the land, painting the crops and trees in warm hues. Yet, when you stepped out onto the porch, the cold chill bit at your ankles, undoubtedly laughing at your foolish faith in late April's temperatures.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stepped down the few steps and landed your worn-out sneakers in the dewy grass.

You didn't make it past the bushes of raspberries - their young, green leaves just shy of opening to catch more light - when the reason for your early wandering appeared.

Cole's pensive face brightened into a soft smile upon seeing you, his slow pace quickening to reach you in a few strides.

Despite the cold, the sleeves of Cole's plaid shirt were already rolled up and the front unbuttoned, showing the simple white undershirt. Those farm boys sure ran hotter than city raised ones.

"Good morning, lamb," he greeted you in a hushed tone.

"Hi," you tipped your face up, silently demanding that first, sweet kiss of the day.

Cole chuckled, but leaned to taste your lips. When your arms sneaked around him, squeezing him tight to you as you often did to a pillow right after he got out of bed, Cole teased your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before ending the kiss.

"What are you doing out?" He asked, engulfing you in his warmth.

"I'm hungry." Your blunt reply made him laugh.

"I'm quite sure you know where the kitchen is." Cole's tone was teasing, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he leaned closer to your ear and added: "It's where I fucked you yesterday, with that big fat cock you were crying is too big for your tight, city pussy to take."

You couldn't stop the hitch in your breath at the memory, nor the hot wave that rushed through your veins.

"Yes-" your voice wavered slightly- "I know where everything is. But I like eating with you."

Cole's face softened to this near admiration with which he often looked at you. Even at times when you felt ridiculous attempting to help him around the farm, still so out of your depth. No matter what you were doing - whether you worked on your laptop in the small office Cole set up for you, or chasing baby goats - he always looked at you as if you were the most beautiful wonder of the world.

"Then how about some pancakes?" He kissed your temple and then started walking toward the house - his arm wrapped around you, holding you to his side.

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Yes Andy was so soft and heart eyes for her i loved it!!

And I can't just imagine as she spends more time with him he'll only get more soft and dot on her eve more!! And hopefully she can learn to love him back cause he seems like a catch!!