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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Silent Treatment | Andy Barber

Pairing -> Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Reader

Summary -> After a fight with Andy almost a week ago and you ignore and avoid him as much as possible. Then he makes sure you understand that he loves you and that he wants you to listen when he says something.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, pinning against the wall, dry humping, thigh riding, daddy kink, kinda Dom!Andy, sub!Reader, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (male!receiving), deep throat, unprotected p in v, using of the word slut, kinda dirty talk, praises,

Wordcount -> 2k.

Request -> I had a request if you would be able to write it, where the reader gives Andy the silent treatment and it lasts all week or something and ends with some hot spicy smut 🌶️❤️🥺 craving some hot Andy!! Unless you’ve already have something written… ✨

A/N -> Thank you so much for that request, anon. It makes me feel things I didn’t know I feel for him but you show me with that request haha. The idea is such a good one and I hope you like what I came up with. My request are open, so if you have an ask don’t hesitate to ask.

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It’s been a week since the argument with your husband, Andy, but you haven’t talked or interacted a lot with him. Whenever he tried to say something, you interrupted him with anger in your voice. Actually, you’re not that stubborn, but you’re mad, and you want to show him exactly that.

You miss his touch, but you can’t bring yourself to talk to him or let him touch you more than possible. His arms around your waist at night or his kisses along your neck when the two of you sit on the couch. But you’re still mad at him, right? Or do you just want to provoke him and hide it behind anger?

Andy tries to touch you or at least kiss you, but whenever you turn away, he groans. He slowly gets impatient and thinks about a way you can’t say no to him anymore. And your teasing is a good reason for him to tease you as well, but in a more pleasurable way than you do to him.

You’re in the kitchen. You make some lunch for the two of you. You can hear his footsteps behind you before his arms are wrapped around your waist. Andy presses your back against his muscular front. You try to wiggle yourself out of his arms, but he is stronger than you and holds you in place.

“Andy,” you mumble, but he tightens his grip around you.

His fingers dig into your soft skin, and you groan softly. Andy chuckles and lowers his head to place it on your shoulder. Kissing and biting your neck.

“Honey, stop ignoring me,” he groans into your ear.

“I’m not ignoring y-“ you try to say, but you interrupt yourself when Andy turns you around and pushes your back against the kitchen counter.

“You’re not?” he asks, his eyes immediately dark when you shake your head.

His hands are trailing your sides up and down. With one movement, he turns the two of you around and presses you against the wall on the other side of the small room. You gasp when your back touches the hard wall. Andy smiles and takes your hand into his, pressing them above your head against the wall.

“Andy-“ you whimper, pushing your waist against him.

He doesn’t say anything; his thigh parts your legs apart, and he presses it between your legs. You throw your head back when you feel the slight friction. You move on his thigh and feel your arousal dripping out of you, soaking your pants.

“Stop acting like a slut,” he hisses.

You try to stop your movements and do what he tells you, but the pleasure feels too good. His one hand holds your hands still above your head while the other trails down until he reaches your face and grips your chin harshly.

“Stop moving.” His tone is demanding, and you obey; you don’t want to make him mad.

“Andy, please,” you whimper, but he shakes his head.

“You ignored me for almost a week, and now it’s on me how fast or slow you get the pleasure you want,” Andy groans.

You roll your eyes playfully and pretend to move on his thigh again, but Andy takes his knee away and chuckles darkly. His hand around your chin slides along your body until he reaches your covered pussy.

“Desperate, so desperate,” he mumbles when you push your body against his hand.

Andy chuckles and captures your pussy with his hand. You moan softly and look at him with an already fucked-out look. He moves his fingers against the fabric and draws small circles on them, making you whine.

“Andy, please,” you beg, but he just laughs and lets go of you.

“That’s wrong, honey. Say it right,” he demands, and you want to groan in frustration, but his look at you stops you immediately. There is not that much fun or frustration allowed, not yet, with your horny husband in front of you.

“Daddy, please. I need you,” you whine and press yourself more against him.

“Where do you need me to touch you, honey?”

“Down there.”

Andy chuckles darkly when those words leave your lips as a whimper. He knows exactly what you want, and he will give it to you, but not yet. First, he wants you on your knees like a good girl and sucking his dick as an apology for ignoring him.

“You think it’s that easy to get what you want after ignoring you?” he asks, and you nod. Maybe he wants you to say yes, and then he finally fucks you, but he just shakes his head. “You will beg, and you will obey,” Andy whispers, and you moan softly.

Your husband lays one of his hands on your head and grips your hair harshly, pressing you down until you’re on your knees. He smiles at you and pulls your face closer to his dick. Your nose almost touches the bulge in his pants.

“Open them and pull them down,” he commands, and you do.

With your hands, you open his belt and pull his pants down. His boxers cover his dick. You don’t hesitate before you let his boxers slide down his legs, and his length springs free. It slaps against his stomach, the tip already leaking with pre-cum.

“Open your mouth, baby girl. And suck it, give Daddy a reason to give you your reward,” Andy groans and pushes your head further to his dick.

You open your mouth and take one of your hands around his dick. Andy looks with pure lust in his eyes at you and grins. You kiss the tip of his dick, moving your hand slowly up and down. Your husband groans and pushes his hips in your direction, his cock pushing against your mouth.

He guides his dick deep into your mouth and down your throat. A groan leaves his lips when you almost gag around his length. Your hands rest on his thighs while he slowly pulls out of your mouth. His tip is still in your mouth, and you can still taste him.

"It's so pretty when you look like an innocent little girl, but you’re actually a little slut for my dick. My little cock slut, aren’t you?” he asks.

Before you can answer, he pushes his hips forward and pulls your head closer by your hair. His cock is sliding down your throat again. The tears burn in your eyes when he hits a spot in your throat that you didn’t know he could reach. His grip on your hair tightens while he waits a moment before he pulls it out of your mouth again. The creams that leave his mouth make you almost go crazy.

“Swallow,” he says sternly.

Andy doesn’t hesitate to push into your mouth again, ignoring your gagging around him. You both know that as long as you don’t use your safe word or slap him two times on his thigh, he can do this. You talked a lot before you changed from vanilla to some kinky activities in bed.

When you control your breathing again, you swallow and make Andy moan loudly. He adores the feeling of your throat feeling even tighter when you swallow. The warmth of your mouth, your tongue gliding along his shaft, and the tight feeling around his huge dick.

Your husband's dick is twitching in your mouth, and you know he is close. You move your head a bit, but Andy stops you with his grip on your hair and lets his dick slide out of your mouth. You groan in frustration, getting a dark chuckle from Andy.

“Want me to cum in your mouth? Not only my cock slut, but also a little cum slut,” he laughs, gripping your chin with his free hand.

You still have the tears in your eyes, and a few are rolling down your cheeks. Andy shows you, with some pressure under your chin, to stand up. Your legs are shaking, and you wrap your arms around his muscular arms to hold you. Andy lets go of your hair and holds you by your waist.

“I want to fuck you against the wall; I can’t wait to push my dick so deep into your wet and tight hole, honey,” he groans, stroking your cheek softly. “You did so well for me when you sucked my dick; now be a good girl and let Daddy fuck you right here and right now,” Andy mumbles, and you nod.

You hear the sound of your clothes tearing up while he smiles at you. The cold air blows against your wet folds, and you shiver slightly. Andy’s hand is wrapped around his cock, the tip sliding through your folds, and you place your hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Andy pushes him slowly inside of you. Your walls clench around him while he pushes himself deeper inside of you. A moan escapes your lips, and you throw your head back when he finally meets your sweet spot.

“Andy, please,” you whimper, digging your nails into his skin.

“Try again, honey.”

“Daddy, please. Move, making me cum.”

Your husband chuckles and pulls almost completely out of you before he pushes his dick inside of you again. Your fingers are scratching over his skin, and you are probably leaving bruises there, but neither you nor Andy care about it.

“Faster, please,” you whimper.

Andy leans closer; you feel his breath against your ear and his groans when he pounds into you.

“You really think you can tell me what to do, honey?”

You shake your head but press your hips closer, so he pushes in another angle inside of you. His tip hits your sweet spot again, and you clench around him. Andy kisses along your neck, biting softly into the skin, before he lets go of you and looks into your eyes. His hands are holding your waist.

“You want me to be rough; I’ll be rough,” he says with a grin.

With your head leaning against the wall, you let your husband fuck you against it. Your skin is sweaty, and you try to ground yourself with your fingers on his back. His movements become sloppy, and you feel his thick cock twitching between your clenching walls.

“So tight for me. But you take me so well, honey,” he praises, and you smile softly.

Andy slides one of his hands between your legs and draws circles on your clit. His fingers slide through your folds before he plays with your clit again. You moan, your hips pushing further against him, and when he hits your sweet spot a few more times, you almost scream while the orgasm rushes through your body.

“Squeezing me so well,” Andy groans, pounding into you.

Your eyes roll back, and you feel his dick twitching between your walls. Your tight walls clench with every thrust more around his length, and it doesn’t take long for him to fill you with his cum. Andy groans and lets his head fall against your shoulder. His breath is heavy, but he still moves slowly into you.

“I’m not pulling out of you,” he mumbles, holding your waist to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he walks with you in his arms out of the kitchen.

“The food,” you say and point to the desk, but he just chuckles.

“You can have something else, but first we take a shower.

You groan playfully, knowing that he talks about more sex later. Andy carries you into the bathroom before he finally lets you down and presses his lips on yours.

“Don’t ignore me again, or I won’t be so soft,” Andy mumbles against your lips, and you nod. His cum drips out of you while he prepares everything for a warm bath together. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Andy. But next time, just fuck me a few days earlier, then I don’t have to ignore you for so long,” you joke around, and he raises his eyebrows with a smirk at you.

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buckets-and-trees · 7 days

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I'm Your Man Collection

a short series featuring Andy Barber as a soft dark mafia boss who set his sights on you and never plans to let you go

While Andy Barber was well-known in Boston, there are whispers of a darker side, but few know the depths of his darker side. He's successful, he's charming, he's generous, and you're about to find out just how dangerous he can be.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] DUBIOUS CONSENT, extortion, explicit smut: oral (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, spitting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, financial spoiling

COLLECTION:

I'm Your Man [3k]

Morning Radiance [750]

Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k]

ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350]

Make Her Glow [1k]

#chris evans characters #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber smut #female reader #i'm your man collection #setlist of stories #aspen wrote something

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sparkledfirecracker · 1 year

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Guilty Pleasure

Request: Andy fucking his sister in law while Laurie is out of town for a week.

Word count: 5262

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cheating but not really, spanking, fingering, penetrative sex, sibling rivalry, semi-bullying by a sibling, mention of re-marrying, porn without a real plot. If I missed any, let me know.

A/N: This contains cheating, do not read or interact if you're sensitive to familial betrayal. Jacob does not exist in this story. Anything you read is fictional and not based on actual events. This is not beta’d. Happy 2023, nonnie! May it be a great filthy and panty-wetting season. Tumblr ate your ask and I’ve tried to post this 3 times now. Hopefully this meets your expectations and thank you for dropping off the request (I’m sorry it took me so long) 😘. Enjoy!

I do not give permission to repost, publish or use any of my stories, that counts for media entertainment too. Reblogging, liking, commenting and ghost reading on the other hand is all allowed.

By clicking ‘keep reading’ or ‘read more’ you agree to be 18 or older.

Your relationship with your sister had never been loving, it always contained rivalry. Having wanted to curse your father for remarrying. Laurie was always being picked as the favourite in your eyes.

That is why it had surprised you the minute she had asked you to check in on her husband. Stating she was going to be out of town for the week. As a good sister you had agreed to her request, it also came in handy that you enjoyed spending time with Andy. He was generally nice and on top of that, good company.

Since you both worked together at the district attorney’s office, it immediately eased the awkwardness. With a slip of the tongue, you had offended Andy during lunch. Stating that you never had seen ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’. Andy practically had demanded you to come over for dinner and watch the film together.

As the day came to an end. You had declined his offer to give you a ride as you still had some errands to run for Neil. Andy had huffed at the mention of his name. Muttering that Neil hadn’t been worth all the extra hours so that he could get praise for the work you had done.

It had been almost two hours later than initially planned. “Andy, I’m home.” You yelled excitedly through the house as you stepped through the front door.

His muscular frame appeared in the opened-up arch of the kitchen. With a wide smirk, he placed his hands on his hips and scanned you from head to toe. A comforting warmth wrapped around you like a blanket preventing the cold from creeping in.

You weren’t prepared for the intrusive thoughts to flood back the way they did. Laurie had won the bet between you both all those years ago. It wasn’t so much a bet, it was more a way to give you stick for not going after what you desired. Your heart shattered the moment she told you she started to develop feelings for Andy.

Seeing Andy like this made all the old feelings resurface. The doting husband waiting for his partner to come home. A soft yearning for his touch or those lingering eye contact moments. Mentally rolling your eyes when you looked straight at his wedding ring. Wanting to curse yourself for having allowed their relationship to go on this way.

Their marriage was based on a lie. Laurie didn’t love him the way you did, all this yearning had stopped the moment they said “I do”. Only to find out now that those feelings never had been gone. Just stuffed and locked in an imaginary filing cabinet.

Insufferable reminders of what could’ve been clouding your head. That’s where Laurie thrived, your discomfort. And it had become her running joke, teasing you for fawning over the man that she fucked at night.

“I hope you like pizza,” Andy let out a heavy sigh, “I’ve ruined the pasta.” He confessed, supporting an embarrassed look. Leaning back against the counter of the kitchen island. His hands gripping the edge so tightly it almost seemed like it drained the blood.

Was he nervous? He couldn’t be, he had never been nervous when you were around in the past. Though the tension between you both could be cut by a knife.

“I brought beer.” You smiled, holding up the six-pack in your hand breaking the slightly awkward silence.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s not polite to come empty-handed.”

“You’re family, you’re not obliged to bring anything.” He gave you a smile grabbing the six-pack from your hands. Making his way towards the fridge, opening the door, and looking back at you. “Want one?”

“I prefer a cold one.”

He nodded, grabbing two bottles from a shelf while sliding your six-pack into one of the empty spots. He cracked open both bottles, handing you one.

A polite conversation followed as you settled yourselves in the living room. With the amount of pizza ordered, you suggested doing a taste test. Andy admitted that he didn’t know what you would like and had ordered multiple choices while he handed you a notepad and pen to scribble down your ratings of each slice.

He had started playing Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and you were so invested in the film. Almost blocking out where you were, losing track of your surroundings as the television sucked you into the story at least so you had hoped.

Your your mind wandered to other things. What would life look like if you and Andy had started dating? What if Laurie never had acted upon her impulses? He kept it neat and groomed, the bristles must be so soft. His beard would surely feel great on your skin. Those hands were large and probably very skilled. The way he gripped his beer bottle with precision and delicacy. The motion made you swallow hard, shaking your head slightly to gain back focus.

The thought of those fingers deeply buried inside you made you clench. How the curl of gesture would send you over the edge with much skill. His perfect lips wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking your core. Pleasing you in any and every way no man had ever done before.

You blamed it on the way he walked around the office. He truly must be very well hung. The way his bulge had once been shown and on full display. Remembering the way he had looked back at you through narrowed eyes. As if to tell you that you had been the reason his pants got awfully tight.

With a choked breath, your chest warmed at the sound of his laughter. Clamping a hand over your mouth when you let out a squeak from the slight shock. His eyes burned holes into your skin as you felt him watch. Though it was hard not to do the same every time he laughed at a funny part, either taking a sip of the beer in his hand or taking a bite from his pizza.

“You know you can sit on the couch, right?” The question sounded more like a demand, but you tried to avoid his gaze at all costs.

“I know, but I like sitting on the floor.” It was a swift reply, gulping your beer. Nervous feelings grew in the pit of your stomach.

“When your ass gets all stiff and tingling, you know where you can get comfortable.”

You almost choked on the gulp of beer you had just taken. Coughing and laughing as you tried to breathe. Andy slid over, softly patting and rubbing your back.

“Don’t say things like that Andy, I could’ve killed myself.”

“As long as I’m here, you’re free from harm’s reach.”

“How noble, my knight in shining armour.”

“Is that how you’ve been seeing me for all those years?”

His gloating face said it all. He knew about your crush on him. How? Did Laurie tell him? Was it all those stolen glances in the office or the ones here on his couch in his own home? Maybe even all the tortuous looks and hurrying out of the room whenever he was near in your college days?

You felt your face heat up, trying to hide your embarrassed expression. Blood pumped through your veins like it was about to blow your eardrums.

“I’ve known for years.” Andy confessed, “I must say I’m amazed and angered at the same time. You have denied yourself to try and win me for you. Were you too shy to ask me out for that sorority party?”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. There was no turning back. Lying to him or yourself wasn’t going to help either of you.

“Yes.”

“I need a little more words than that, sweetheart.” He inched his way closer to you.

“Yes, I was shy.” The lump in your throat felt uncomfortable.

“Why did you let Laurie treat you the way she did? Why did you let her win?”

“I don’t know. I should go home.” You rushed, trying to get up and run away from this mess that was unfolding. Instead, you were slammed back down, air left your lungs as you collided with Andy’s thighs. One hand kept you pinned down on his lap. The other massaging and squeezing your ass.

“It’s always been you that I truly wanted,” a warmth flooded your chest again. “Imagine my disappointment when you didn’t object during our wedding. Making me feel miserable and stuck in this marriage for years.”

Andy’s hand rubbed the globe of your ass, you gasped when his hand smacked your ass. Your muscles contracted under the impact but melted into the obtained position over his lap. The realization of him punishing you for all your past mistakes went straight to your core. Biting down on your lip to stifle the moan from breaking free.

“I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Are you really, sweetheart?” Andy asked, leaving another imprint on your ass.

“Yes.” A desperate cry for him

“How about you being exceptionally quiet and showing me how well you can take your punishment.” The question was laced with a promise. A firm one at that. “I’d like to hear how sorry you really are.”

You simply nodded bracing for impact, but it faded to surprise when he lifted your skirt. Andy hummed with satisfaction as your lace panties and garter set became exposed.

With each collision of Andy’s hand, your ass became more and more sore. Every harsh slap felt more raw than the previous one. Making you bite your lower lip, trying to keep the sounds muffled and still.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes.” You replied,

“I think you can do much better than that.”

Another smack burned on your skin. You nodded your head, crying out an “I’m sorry, Andy.”

You were surprised when Andy helped you sit back on the couch. Hissing at the burn of your ass on the fabric. Your mascara had stained your cheeks from the few tears that had slipped from the arousing pain.

His fingers softly brushed your cheek. Gathering the melted makeup or maybe even smearing it further. There was no telling in his movement.

“You look beautiful.” The whisper was barely audible and spoken with true admiration. Without thought, you pressed your lips against his. Feeling him smile into this moment. Probably because it had been the first time since you took charge of what felt right.

“Tell me you want this.” Andy breathed against your lips, as the kiss broke. Your eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze. Worry and hope both dancing in the blue hue of his eyes.

“More than anything.” It wasn’t a lie, but it would be wrong to act upon these feelings. “We can’t.”

“Laurie won’t mind. She doesn’t love me the way you love me.”

“But-”

His lips interrupted the speech you were about to recite. Guilt clearly wasn’t on Andy’s mind. The way his tongue explored every part of your mouth like he was on a scavenger hunt. Stroking, teasing, pleasing and obscenely filthy. He made you hungry for more.

Not even your wildest dreams could’ve prepared you for the searing passion. His large hands cupped your face guiding you to lie down. The moment he had you underneath him, his hands ripped your silk shirt with haste. Neither of you cared enough for the pearl buttons that flew across the room.

With a darkened hunger he glanced back at you. Toying your nipples through the laced fabric of your bra between his fingers. You arched off the couch as he pebbled and tugged on your breasts. Swiftly pulling the delicate lace down, taking one of your boobs into his mouth. You whined at the erotic swirl of his tongue, nothing but lustful precision.

His hands found the zipper on your skirt. Tugging the item off, discarding it on the floor. Running his hands over your garter belt. The look on Andy’s face said it all, he hadn’t seen anything like it in a long time. Making you his shiny new toy, ready to be devoured and owned.

You leaned up, cupping his face and pulling him into a desperate kiss. Feeling his hand smoothly moving over your panties. Your body had now become his playground, making you desperate for him. With a pout he broke of your kiss, searching for your approval as he pulled aside the material of your panties. A softened smile was enough for him to slide his fingers through your heat, coating them in your juices.

Andy brought his finger to his mouth, groaning loudly as he licked them off. You tried to look for that one moment where you would both find a reason to break this off. Yet all you found was a deepened craving to need one another.

You watched Andy lean down. Kissing his way around your thighs. The soft hair of his beard tickling and teasing your skin. Gasping at the tender lick from the tip of his tongue against your clit followed by a gentle kiss. Another lick gathered more of your soaked core. Sucking on the pulsating nub. His tongue explored every crease and crevice of your cunt.

The throbbing ache builded between your legs while Andy gently licked through your folds. Circling the tip of his tongue over your clit, making sure to tease you enough until you let out a soft whine. With every sound you made from his touch, he sucked down and placed a kiss.

He spread your legs wide, needing more space than you currently allowed him. For a moment shame coursed your body, closing your legs as far as he allowed you to. You covered your face with your arms as if to shield your emotions from him. Andy’s hands squeeze your thighs harshly, making you inhale sharply.

“Don’t you ever dare hide from me.” He warned, peeling your arms off your face. A fiery kiss pressed against your lips. Your moan seemed enough for Andy to start more exploration. Leaving your lips, pecking your jaw. Nibbling your ear, tracing your neck. Sucking, licking and teasing in order to make you focus on the sinful pleasure.

The suck of his mouth on your breasts made you arch further into him. The way he played your body like a fiddle. Making you sing a different tune. Allowing you to float on cloud nine when he had barely done anything yet.

The softness of his hands stroked your legs. Comforting you in this odd situation. Making sure to let you know it was okay to give in to him and enjoy this just as much as he did. Your panties were hooked around his fingers. Letting them be pulled down and thrown into the room.

The grip of his hands was a little rougher when he pulled your legs apart again. Coming face to face with your soaked cunt. You tried to read his face, a certain glow of admiration spreading across his features.

“Beautiful.” He praised. The whisper of his voice penetrated your mind. He clearly longed for you just as much as you longed for him.

His large palms held your ass, while the tips of his thumbs explored the outer edges of your pussy. For a moment you stopped breathing at his gentle touch. Juvenile play as if he was exploring what stroke would give him a reaction.

You watched Andy lean forward, feeling his tongue toy with your clit. Flat swipes, gentle circles and a rhythmic change between a slow and faster pace was enough to make you cry out for him. Your hands found the strands of his fluffed-up hair. Making sure he knew you appreciated his delicate touch.

His tongue swiped back and forth through your lips. Sucking his lips around your clit as he reached the top. Lewd noises filled the air as he drank up your juices.

His possession became clear when you tried to shift into another position. His large hands held you in place. Making sure you felt every bristle of his beard and movement of his mouth. His tongue sank deeper and with more pressure like a deprived man who had been kept from his dirty little secret.

You tugged his hair at the eliciting feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His beard rubbed your sensitive cunt as his tongue worked its magic. The feeling too overwhelming making your hands try to stop him. Andy hadn’t waited long to stop his actions. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“When I’m down here, you don’t get to interrupt me. Understood?”

“Yes-yes.” You stammered out under his gaze.

With a single nod, you felt his tongue deep between the lips of your pussy again. Delicate kitten licks toying with you and with each moan it spurred him on to fasten his actions. Burying his face for a deeper taste of you.

With a harsh suck, he popped your clit from his mouth. You felt him smiling against your pussy. Happy to be between your legs. Allowing you to play and tug his hair as long as you didn’t interrupt his meal.

His tongue flicked your pulsing clit while his thumb rubs up and down your hole. Gathering all of the dripping nectar with his mouth. Feeling the pressure of his other finger digging into your ass. Your hips bucked for a second and he pushed his thumb in.

Sobbing at the assault on your cunt only allowed for his tongue to rapidly flick and swirl your clit. The thrust of his thumb didn’t feel big enough. Only making you whine and whimper for more of his touch.

Another finger joins as you feel two fingers sliding up and down your pussy. “Yes!” You exclaimed at the relief of the soft stretch. Whining when he slid them back out.

Andy’s explored every inch of your soaked core. One of his fingers teased your entrance, making your body writhe under his touch desperately. Feeling two of his fingers slide inside felt like a gift. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he scissors them inside. Pulling them in and out to draw more of your juice out.

No man had ever given your cunt this type of attention. Not with this much precision. He hummed at the taste of everything you were giving him. Your moans increased as he made you feel so good.

“Oh fuck.” Your head craned backwards as you pulled his face closer to your cunt. Not wanting him to leave.

With a twist of his wrist, he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. Everything was happening so fast, you couldn’y even think about wrong or right anymore. His hand was covered in your sweet nectar, lapping it up with his hungered mouth. Drawing everything out that you’re giving him.

Your orgasm builded quickly, nothing but gasps, moans and whimpers leaving your body. Bucking your hips against his face was punished with his strong arm holding you down. Clearly sending you a sign that he would do all the work.

The burn of his beard had subdued due to the ecstatic feeling that rose. The squelched noises filled the air as your cunt drenched his fingers.

“Andy, please.” You screamed at the erratic pumps. Your legs clamped around his head. The spasms of your body erupted from his assault. “Please, stop, Andy.”

Shuddering around his fingers made him still his fingers and pull back from your pussy. His bewildered gaze met yours. He was a man on a mission. The grip on the couch eased up, as he let you have a moment to catch your breath.

Drawing his fingers from your core, he plunged them back in. Clearly sending you a sign that he would be the one making all the decisions tonight. Your trembling body assaulted another time as his mouth worked your core. Soft kisses and strokes helped you through your high. Working with you to come back down from the heavenly state he had put you in.

Andy got up without a warning. Holding out his hand for you to grab. Your cunt still pulsating from the mindblowing orgasm, making it hard to stand up. Rolling your eyes at this uncharming moment as he guided you up the stairs.

As he opened the bedroom door he turned back at you. Suddenly everything was starting to become too real as you stood in front of him vulnerable and naked. Guilt clouding your mind once again. Andy grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and swiftly turning your bodies, making you walk backwards. His lips teasing yours with soft pecks.

“You’re overdressed, Barber.”

He threw his head back laughing at your words. Releasing you from his grasp, undressing quickly. You glanced down your body, noting you still were in your own lingerie. Unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Your fingers hooked under the garter belt around your waist. Andy stopped your hands from acting any further as you tried to slide it off. He raised an eyebrow, giving you a warning, watching him slide down his boxers. Gulping when his cock springs free as he pulls his boxers down.

Andy was bigger than any other man you had in the past. One thing was clear, Andy Barber wanted you more than anything. He was going to be yours for a night. Fuck Laurie and her stupid comments that still had haunted you.

You would devour him one time and then cut all ties. A way of getting him out of your system. Your hands wandered over your ass up your hips and waist. Gliding over your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” Andy praised, stepping towards you. His hand settled at the base of your neck while the other cupped your cheek. His lips were hungry, searching for an entry. A filthy swipe of his tongue against your lips. Caressing your palate and dancing with your tongue. He guided you back towards the bed until you could take no more steps.

His cock pushed against your stomach, making the excitement shoot through your veins. Andy ground into you, making you clench around nothing. Humming at the strokes of his tongue, yelping when he suddenly pushed you down on the bed.

Taking advantage of your surprise he flipped you over. Climbing behind you with his knees settling on either side of your body. His hands resting beside your head, pressing loving kisses on your cheek, down your shoulder while tracing wet and sloppy marks down your spine. With every move, he slowly sat back up.

His hands caressed your ass, admiring the view underneath him. Slightly tilting your hips so your ass would spread a little, granting him more access to your pussy.

Andy ran his cock through your soaked core. Coating himself while working your excitement up again. He tapped your pussy with his length before sinking in his tip in to tease you. You gripped the sheets letting out a muffled moan.

“Please, Andy, I need more.”

“So desperate for my cock.”

“Please, fuck me.” You begged, feeling him pull out of you.

Andy repositioned himself, spreading his knees wide, making sure he all leverage over your body. A darkened smile held his face. With a single deep thrust, he nearly splitted you in half. The allowance to get used to his size was short lived when he bottomed out.

“So tight for me, sweetheart.” Andy husked, taking in every expression you displayed as you tilted your head to look back at him. He was looking for discomfort, but all you returned was a smile when he pushed back inside your walls.

His hips rocked in and out, stretching your cunt and easing off the burn. He pulled out, slowly dipping in and out of your dripping cunt. Your hands reached back to spread your cheeks for him while he slowly kept sinking in further and further.

Your hips kept lifting as he kept plunging in and out of your hole. He grabbed your hands, stopping the spread of your ass, guiding them upward above your head. With a rough grasp on your hips he impaled you deeply. Driving his cock inside your wet walls eagerly.

Soft whines escaped when he pounded you from behind. Working up your orgasm as he slided into you over and over again. Clenching around him when he angled his cock just right against your sweet spot.

He drew your body close to his when he rolled you both sideways. The pumps of his cock added more and more pleasure in this newfound position. Your foot rested on his thigh. Feeling his lips marking your neck. His large hand kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples and making you sob at the pleasure swirling in your veins.

You squeezed around him, suddenly releasing more frantic ruts from him. The muscles of your body tensed at the spearing motion. Andy’s hand circled your waistline finding your swollen clit. His flat fingers rotated your overworked cunt. Making you squeeze him even harder as you couldn’t withhold from cumming. You trembled in his hold as he kept you close.

He slid out and laid back, his cock still throbbing as you turn your body towards him. You licked your lips at the glistened length.

“I want to admire your view. Ride me, sweetheart.” Andy ordered

It was a different request than what you initially had in mind, but it wasn’t one you were going to deny him if it meant more pleasure for you both. Soaking up every inch of love Andy was willing to give you before you had to part ways.

Throwing your leg over, he holds his cock for you to sink down on. Your mouth fell open at the renewed positioned feel of his width. Halfway there he let you take control. Sliding his own hands up your body playing with your nipples and kneading the squishy flesh of your breasts.

“So good.” You gasped, bouncing gently up and down his cock. Watching Andy’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. Upon impulse you respond by leaning forward as you keep riding him. Your lips meeting, kissing him fiercely.

With your hips circling his cock his hands were free to roam and caress your body. His hands stroked the small of your back down to your ass, helping you push down further on his cock. Pulling you back into him when you lift a little too high. Meeting the slow rocks of your hips while your mouths desperately fuck one another on their own rhythm.

His arms circled your waist, holding you down, fucking up into your drenched cunt. Breathlessly you break off the searing kiss as he fucks you deeply. His eyes watch you closely, admiring your beauty as you work up to another orgasm.

Andy flipped your bodies, making your legs fell open. He sank back in deeply, resting his arms beside you. Your needy body right where he wanted it. You’re vulnerable while he was in total control. He slowly rolled his hips into you. The friction was deep and loving. Your legs circled his waist, holding him within close proximity.

His ruts deepen with every pound, making it harder for you to breathe. Every inhale was met with a cry of pleasure. Your sobs only made him pump you harder. Fucking you harder into the mattress. You were about to reach another high when he swiftly pulls out and pumps himself on your stomach. His white ropes painted your flesh.

“I want to pump you full of me.”

“Then fuck me, Andy.”

A consensual agreement, not one of you had thought of a condom. Too busy drinking up one another. Without another word, he slid back inside your walls. Opening one leg while resting the sole of your foot against his shoulder. Slowly you fell apart as your muscles tensed up again.

A rough pounding as he fucks you deeply. Taking him to the hilt, creaming his cock with your arousal. His hand took a hold of your ankle and he pressed his lips against the inside. You watch him lean his head back, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

Andy chased his own high with a guttural growl. The orgasm rippled through you, trembling underneath him. Your body screamed for him, feeling his hot cum filling you, squeezing him dry, needing every last drop as if he was your antidote to the venemous bite.

Freshly fucked dumb and pleasured. You were taken by surprise when Andy dove back down between your legs.

“You’re going to give me one more, sweetheart,” Andy stated, clearly not having gotten enough of your sweet taste.

The swipe of his tongue feels glorious, making you sob at the feeling. He hovered back over your body, kissing your lips and letting your taste your mixed pleasure.

His beard scraped your folds, while his greedy fingers pump your filled cunt. Andy drank from your pussy like it was his last drink. The swirl of his tongue circled your clit. The perfect suction on the pulsating nub. Dragging his flat tongue over your soaked hole. The sweet nectar with his cum dripping generously.

Your hands entwine themselves in his crazed hair as he vigorously pumps you with his digits. The sweet moans filled the room, as you felt the perspiration covering your body from being overstimulated.

Andy worked your pussy like a professional. His mouth not leaving your clit while his fingers did all the pounding. Curling and twisting them inside you. Your body started to spasm against his tongue when he penetrated your hole.

Drenched for just Andy as he licked you clean. Exhausting your body to the limit. Squeezing every ounce of liquid from it, like it was his mission.

Your throbbing core had pushed out all of his cum by now. The thought of him cleaning you out from his own cum made you even more aroused. Your muscles tensed up, making the ache of another orgasm even more pleasurable.

“Please andy, don’t stop.” You whined, feeling his thick tongue licking your clit.

Andy continued until your body stopped writhing. Fully saturated when your final orgasm had taken over. He pecked your cunt with his lips. Admiring it in its whole, while watching it pulsate around nothing. The ache was still there, but it was worth it.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.” Andy smiled, leaning upwards. His body was on top of yours, pressing his lips against yours, stroking your hair as you willingly circled your legs around his waist. Locking him into your grasp with your ankles linked.

An intimate and vulnerable moment of just you and Andy. A moment that should’ve happened years ago. But now, it was too late. The damage was already done. Guilt overtaking your body.

“She’s seeing someone else.” Andy whispered softly as if he could sense your thoughts. Your eyes grew at the spoken words. How did he know that? “I’ve known for a while. She wasn’t ready to tell the family yet.”

The heavy weight on your shoulders immediately lifted your mood. His arms circling around your waist, holding your body tightly against his.

“Why didn’t you start with that news earlier?” With a balled fist you hit his arm.

He laughed and without answering he kissed you passionately like he had waited his entire life to do so.

#lilos writing #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x female!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #chris evans smut

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cevansbrat0007 · 14 days

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What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?

Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to check out Ari Levinson's reaction to the same prompt.

Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Bickering, Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Allusions to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

It’s hard for you to put into words just how much you love playing pranks on your unsuspecting husband. And after downloading TikTok, you’d discovered that the app was home to an online treasure trove of practical jokes designed to make your loved one’s head spin. While it had taken a few days for you to settle on the right prank, you were pretty confident that the one you’d chosen would earn you a fun reaction from Andy without you having to risk your ass in the process.

You find yourself grinning as you take your time prepping dinner, humming a little tune as you peel and press even more fresh garlic for your homemade tomato sauce. Tonight’s family dinner of spaghetti and meatballs promised to be very interesting. Which was why you’d also taken the liberty of setting up two hidden cameras – one in the dining room and one right here in your kitchen.

As of now, you had no plans to post this on your channel. But you also didn’t want to miss a minute of your man’s reaction. Until then all you had to do was play it cool for a couple more hours.

Later that Evening…

“Baby Girl, are you sure you don’t need any help?” Your husband asks after watching you make what easily had to be your third trip from the kitchen into the dining room.

Any other night you would’ve said yes, but not this one. Tonight you were flying solo. The cameras were already on and recording – you’d taken care of that before you’d started setting the table – and so far Andy hadn’t noticed a thing.

Hopefully you’d be able to keep it that way until it was time for the big reveal.

“No thanks, Big Man. This Mama only has to make one more trip and then we’ll be ready to eat.” You tell him before sitting two plates on the table in front of your two youngest children. You were down a kid tonight thanks to your oldest, Bianca, being away at a sleepover.

Andy nods before leaning over to adjust the small hand towel you’d previously tucked into the front of your three-year-old son’s t-shirt. Not that it really mattered all that much since you were positive he’d be swimming in sauce before the meal was over. But what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t at least try?

Biting your lip in anticipation, you scamper back into the kitchen to grab dinner for you and your husband. Andy’s plate was piled high with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Meanwhile, you give yourself hardly any.

And therein was the so-called prank. Earlier this week, you’d spent the better part of several hours gleefully watching as dozens of girlfriends and wives proceeded to serve their man impressive looking portions before sitting next to them with virtually empty plates for themselves. Many of the reactions had ranged from hilarious to heartwarming, with only a few dickish exceptions.

Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched, you pick up various pans and quietly place them in your oven and out of sight. For this to actually work, Andy would have to believe that there wasn’t enough for seconds or leftovers. Once that’s done, you square your shoulders and confidently march back into the dining room with dishes in hand.

“I’m back.” You announce, placing a piping hot plate in front of Andy before taking your own seat at the table. “I tried something different with my sauce this time, so everybody dig in and tell me what you think.”

Andy absentmindedly rubs his palms together as he stares down at the fragrant heap of spaghetti before him. Silently, you will him to look over at what you’d served yourself, but you force yourself to remain quiet so as not to give yourself away.

“This smells amazing, sweetheart.” Your husband tells you, reaching for a piece of garlic bread. “I’ve been excited for this meal since you told me you texted me at 10:00am.”

“Glad to hear it, Daddy” You pick up the little bowl of parmesan you’d set out and hand it to your middle daughter, Katrina. “What does everybody else think?”

You take a brief glance around the table while you wait for feedback. And although you make a point of not looking at your husband, it’s impossible to miss the way he’s now staring at your nearly empty plate.

“Ooh.” You inwardly squeal, stopping just short of clapping your hands. “It’s starting!”

“What’s up with this?” His tone is rife with confusion, which only grows when you decide to ignore him in favor of dipping a small piece of bread into some sauce. “Hey – stop!”

“What?” When you finally deign to return his gaze. You have to choke back a laugh as you watch a bewildered Andy comically gesture between your two plates.

“What the fu–fudge,” he swiftly corrects, “is going on with your plate?”

“What do you mean?” You aim to keep your tone light and breezy.

Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the rest of your food?” He jabs at your plate with his fork, holding up the half of a meatball you’d allowed yourself.

“This was all that was left.” You tell him with a shrug.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His confusion continues to mount even as pauses long enough to grab a napkin to wipe at his son’s increasingly messy fingers. “There was plenty of spaghetti left on the stove.” While he’s occupied you quickly check on little Rory, who appears to be faring slightly better.

“Not really.”

“Baby…” Andy pins you with a knowing look, one that you readily return.

“What? I…” You trail off, pretending to think. “After I realized BiBi wouldn’t be here tonight, I made some adjustments to the recipe. Turns out I didn’t make enough, so…” Another shrug. “This was all there was after I made everyone else’s plates.”

Andy is uncharacteristically quiet as leans back in his chair. Meanwhile, your children are busy staring at you, each of them sporting tiny, furrowed brows. Pursing your lips, you set your fork down on your plate and reach for your drink.

“You can have some of mine, Mama.” KitCat offers before sweetly pushing her plate towards you. The unexpected gesture touches your heart in more ways than one. Not to be outdone, your three-year-old twins also follow suit.

“That’s okay, babies. I’m perfectly fine.” You reassure them, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Besides, this is all I need and –”

“Thanks kiddos.” Your husband kindly interrupts as he places his napkin on the table. “That was very sweet of you, wanting to take care of your Mama like that.” His brilliant blue eyes beam with pride as he speaks. “But Daddy’s got this one.”

You’re momentarily taken aback when he stands, picking up his plate as he does. And you’re even more surprised when he motions for you to do the same.

“Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Andrew, sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise.”

“Now, please.” It’s an order, that much you know. But at least your handsome ogre has enough sense to take on the word “please” at the end of it.

“Fine.” You huff before standing and following him out of the room, although not before encouraging your children to keep eating while you’re gone. Just because it was Friday doesn’t mean it was time to dispense their normal bedtime routines.

You were only playing a prank, not embracing total anarchy.

Once in the kitchen, you each take up residence in opposing corners. But of course, you’re careful enough to avoid blocking the view of the camera.

“Baby Girl.” Andy exhales, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you really mean to tell me that there’s no food left? You really made all that pasta and there’s nothing?”

“Yes, Andrew.” You lie without missing a beat. “I already told you. I trimmed down the recipe because –”

“Because Bianca is gone. Yes, I heard you.” He sets his dish down on the counter, openly scrutinizing it.

“So then what’s the problem?” You rest your back against your pantry while you wait for him to respond.

“The problem – my problem –” Andy is quick to amend, shaking his head. “– is that you expect me to sit back and watch you starve while everyone else eats. And I don’t like it.” He scrubs a weary hand over his beard. “Hand me your plate, beautiful.”

“Why?” It’s impossible to keep the suspicion out of your voice.

“Because I don’t need all of this.” He grunts, taking the plate out of your hands when you don’t comply fast enough. “In fact, I don’t need any of it. You eat and I’ll order myself a pizza after we put the kids down.”

“Andy!” You scoff, which comes out on the heels of a laugh.

“What?” The man is clearly confused by your dismissal of his offer. “I am capable of handling myself, okay? My hands work just fine.” He grates out, making a show of holding up a large, lightly calloused palm.

“But I…I made that plate for you.” You were seconds away from caving and you both knew it.

“And I’m telling you, my wonderful wife, that I want you to have it.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to –” You begin, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was time to fess up.

“Fine.” Andy breathes, taking a second to roll his broad shoulders. “Then we’ll split it.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you into his warm embrace so that he can whisper in your ear. “And then, after we put the kids down, we’ll order ourselves a pizza. Maybe open up a bottle of wine while we wait.”

“Yeah?” You murmur, relaxing as you bury your face in his chest.

God, he always smelled so good.

“Mhm.” He continues, nuzzling his nose against your curls. “And then, once we’re all giggly and buzzed, I’ll convince you to let me make love to you in front of the fireplace. We can even set up a booby trap so that we pretend like the children don’t exist.”

“Wow.” You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles its way past your lps. “Andy Bear, that sounds amazing. But I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?” He rumbles as his brawny arms tighten around your smaller frame. You were pushing your District Attorney beyond his breaking point.

“Because.” Squirming out of his hold, you dance your way towards the oven in preparation for the big reveal. Hopefully your husband would be a good sport about all of this.

“Because?”

“Because…” You draw out the word, even as you go to open the oven to show him what’s inside. “There’s actually plenty of dinner leftover. See?” You throw your arms wide, but force yourself to stop just short of adding spirit fingers because you suspected he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Baby, I swear…” Andy sighs, his hands slowly sinking into the pockets of his charcoal-colored slacks as he rocks back on his heels. Most likely to keep himself from strangling you, his lovely wife. “Why–what would possess you to lie about something like this?”

“First off, sweetheart, it’s called a prank.” You bridge the gap between your bodies so that you can wrap your arms around his trim waist. “And secondly, I saw it on TikTok. Ever heard of it?”

He glares down at you, which has you instinctively clenching your thighs together. That’s part of the reason you loved riling up your Big Man.

Being a brat got your motor running.

“I take it you have.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss away his frown. “Well, I fell down the rabbit hole the other day while the kids were napping. There’s this whole, like, subsection that’s just pranks. And the latest one involved these women pranking their guys by serving them a huge plate of food, and then pretending like there’s nothing left for them to eat. The reactions were super entertaining, so I figured I’d test it out, you know? Just for fun.”

You grace him with your most dazzling smile, but unfortunately, he’s still having none of it. His frown only deepens as he tilts his face up towards the ceiling in an effort to summon all of his remaining patience.

“Are you mad?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip while you wait for his answer.

“Yep.”

“C’mon, Andy Bear!” You pout before placing your hands on his biceps to give him a light shake.”Where’s your sense of humor?”

“Pretty sure I lost it the day you decided torturing me was your new favorite pastime.” He grumbles, although there doesn’t appear to be any heat in his words. “In fact, I have a feeling you just gave me several new grays.”

“Oh, don’t you dare blame me for those.” You tell him, playfully rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know that you came home with those. I spotted ‘em the moment you walked through the door.” Your sassy response earns you a sharp crack to your ass, making you wince.

“Ow!”

“Brat.” He grouses, even as he presses a sweet kiss to your nose.

“Guilty as charged.” You hum, weaving your arms around his neck. “Besides, I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me starve.”

“Not sure it’s even possible to fail that challenge, Baby Girl. I mean, you’re my wife. My partner in crime. Did you really expect me to just let you go hungry?”

“You’d be surprised.” You mutter, making a mental note to show him a few videos featuring some of the men who’d actually failed the test. “But thankfully you didn’t. And neither did the kiddos. Which is why I will graciously allow you all to sleep inside tonight.”

You let out a tiny yelp when Andy suddenly grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard as he lifts you up. Unsure of what else to do, you immediately lock your legs around his waist. Right now you were just going along for the ride.

“Now is that any way to talk to Daddy?” Andy lovingly captures your mouth, lightly stroking his along the seam of your lips. “Especially after you played such a mean trick?” His once clouded blue eyes are now filled with mischief.

“Oh, I’m not sorry. But if it helps, I am willing to delete the video.” Your husband’s eyes go wide, letting you know that he hadn’t even considered the prospect of being recorded. So you keep talking, hoping to distract him. “And I still wanna get you drunk and take advantage of you after we put the children down for the night.” You run your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nail.

“I don’t know if I should trust you.” He eyes you warily, making clear that he still hasn’t quite recovered from your earlier betrayal.

“What if…” You lean in close, lightly nipping at his earlobe. “I could find it in my heart to apologize between then and now? How does that sound, Big Man?”

“I mean I might be interested.” Andy shrugs, gently setting you on the counter before bracing his muscled arms on either side of you. “Out of curiosity, just what kind of apology are we talking about?” He gazes at you with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating your response.

“The kind that’s best offered while on my knees, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of thigh highs and garters.” You know you’ve got him when you hear him groan low in his throat.

“Fucky, baby.” Your husband hisses, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his imagination suddenly kicks into overdrive. “Can you be sorry enough to wear the heels too? You know the ones I’m talking about.”

Oh. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about.

“I think so.” You murmur, stroking a tender hand along his back as he struggles to regain his composure.

“Then we’ve got ourselves a deal.” He grips your hips before kindly helping you down. “Now let’s go get those kids fed and off to bed.” Andy grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as you head back to the dining room to see about your babies.

“Slow down, Andrew.” You laugh as your legs scramble to keep up.

“No can do, Baby Girl.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “Daddy’s really looking forward to that apology. So be sure to eat up because…” He trails off when he comes face-to-face with his sauce covered little ones. “...You’re gonna need all of your strength.”

“You can count on it.”

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flordeamatista · 7 months

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THE DEVIL

pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader

concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)

a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.

His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.

A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.

"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo.

Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.

An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.

Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.

There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.

You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge.

A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.

There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?

While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.

A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.

His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.

With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.

When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.

“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”

Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.

“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.

As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.

It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.

In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder.

You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten.

His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.”

There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.

Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.

The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.

There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.

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sidechrevans · 5 months

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shower

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!),smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation kink (he calls us whores, like three times??) shower sex, wall sex (?), age gap, and more..

important: English is not my first language so there will probably be a lot of mistakes but there is nothing to be done, and it is my first time writing smur so don't attack me!!!

characters: dbf!steve rogers x fem!reader

I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! kisses

Steve Rogers was never as obsessed with a person as he was with you. He vividly remembers the first time he saw you, in that red dress begging to be fuckedYou were like a hurricane, bringing chaos and desire to every breath he took. He knew it was wrong, that you were taking him down a dangerous path, because you were his best friend's daughter, but he couldn't resist. With a penetrating gaze and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. You involved him in your games, in your dark fantasies that scared and excited him at the same time.And that's how you ended up in this current situation, being fucked in the shower by your father's best friend.

Your parents had gone on a trip to celebrate twenty-five years of marriage, and even though you were 20 and completely capable of taking care of yourself, your father asked Steve to keep an eye on you.

“I've been dying to fuck you ever since I saw you in that tiny red dress, you were practically begging, weren't you whore? That's it, isn't it? You just needed a big fat dick in that cherry.”

His hands tried to hold onto the stall in a failed attempt as Steve frantically thrust into you, you could feel his balls hitting yours against your clit as he pushed harder and harder into you…

your breasts jiggled as you were thrust into you. Steve moaned hoarsely, you felt every vein, every tiny vein inside you, the complete sense, his hands held your waist while the hot water ran between the two of you, giving him more access to fuck you hard... you look over your shoulder with some difficulty and then you see him, his hair was messy, some strands stuck together, his mouth was being pressed because he was biting his lips heavily and at the same time making a face.

“FUCK” he moans loudly, starting to move quickly and forcefully, not giving you time to breathe properly... the butterflies were playing with you, his trembling hand even went towards your clitoris when he started to rub it quickly, giving you spasmsHis mouth opened in a wordless moan. The glans hit the depths of his intimacy, making his lower belly burn. You had no idea how many times you had cumHer body shook violently and Steve watched her cum on his dick.

“Tell me, whose little whore are you?” His hoarse voice echoed through the bathroom along with a loud slap, you just swallowed soundlessly when he started moving again.“Stevee” you moaned when he hit that spot, you were already sore“So it’s here? Hmm?" he asked and you moaned in response.

He growled in his ear before pushing his body onto the bed and starting to thrust making you scream in pleasure “Whaaat? Do not handle it? Weren’t you the one thirsty for cock?” laughed while you whimperedYou moaned in a sob when the older man pushed everything in, squeezing your neck with one hand and making you orgasm again in such a short time.Steve withdraws his member and you let out a sly moan.

He soon bends down watching the abused entrance dripping all his cum.Her swollen clitoris pulsed, her breathing was heavy, her legs were wobbly. When you thought it was finally over, he smiles and then goes back into the hot grip in a brutal way, hearing your surprised scream.

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dungeonpuppykai · 10 months

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hear me out ok the 5 cevens characters working together to fluster bunny. like randomly one morning she wakes up and she's getting it from all sides. poor bunny is teased to tears before ransom or jensen finally take some sympathy on her and let her cockwarm them while hiding her embarrassed teary eyes <3

Oh God I am melting becauseee-

Warning(s): Somnophilia (consensual), dacryphilia, gangbang, corruption kink, p-in-v, blow job, anal, boob fucking, handjob, degredation, cockwarming.

Bunny is confused at first, (the innocence of which drives Lloyd mad), then turned on but then soon overwhelmed due to how much of a sensitive Princess she is.

Daddies had discussed this with her a couple weeks ago with a mutual agreement that whenever it happens it will be a surprise because Bunny always has her safe word anyways.

"Hnnng~" her plugged mouth vibrates against Lloyd's cock as Ari stretches her unsuspecting and very tight pussy with a capital S.

She's basically hanging between the huge men and being held up solely by their cocks like one of those hentais.

Andy is grunting behind her as he wraps her hair around his fist and pushes his fat dick between her plump ass cheeks and up her much lubed pucker.

Jensen is still praising her for being so brave as he guides her smaller hand around his girth, free hand stroking her hair which was the only consolation with all the violation going on.

"Dirty little horn Bunny" Ari snickers from his spot as he feels her move around him. "Half asleep but still moaning and clenching around our cocks while we fuck her dumb."

Lloyd hisses as he enters her throat from his spot besides her since Ransom is thrusting between her tits.

The dark haired man grunts and curses at the sight before him as he rocks his hips against her chest, holding both of Bunny's tits together while she hangs propped up by all their cocks, panting through her nostrils.

She's spread out and filled to all her brims like a lifeless fuck doll, lazy eyes scanning her surroundings through her still droopy eyelids.

It goes on for hours.

Some daddies even change positions.

Touching, teaching, fucking, degradation and praise which is just Jensen building her up for the other daddies (and him) to crush back down.

Bunny is a whining and crying gurgling mess by the end of it, covered in cum and tears as she trembles on her hands and knees, their juices leaking out of all her holes.

"Aw, would you look at this leaking little breeding bunny" Jensen chuckles darkly as the other Daddies enjoy the sight.

Bunny ducks her head as this rare side of Jensen makes her feel even more vulnerable, exposed and small, if it were even possible after all that.

Ransom chuckles to himself when her bottom lip wobbles and eyes tear up.

"But she's a good breeding bunny, isn't that right?" His fingers slip through her sweaty hair as he comfortingly caresses it.

Bunny peaks up at him only through her lashes and murmurs out a weak and broken 'yes Daddy'.

"Look at how small and pathetic she is. Nothing but a fine set of tight little holes" Lloyd's spank is cruel as it nearly echoes in the room.

Bunny whimpers into Ransom's hand again and that is when he finally takes mercy at the fucked out sight.

"Little Bunny can't take any more, huh? Needs Daddy to protect and take care of her?" She vigorously nods, feeling the gazes of the other Daddies almost cut her skin.

Ransom's chest swells with pride and authority when he sits on her Princess Bunny bed and pats his thigh.

The girl obediently crawls into it before nuzzling her red face in his broad chest.

The male positions his cock against her much well lubricated entrance before gripping her hips and lowering her down on it.

Bunny moans and whimpers, tightening her arms around him as she clenches in defense before eventually adjusting to Ransom's thick and veiny girth, feeling him just under organs.

It's not long before she's snoring against his chest, exhausted from the erotic episode.

Ransom continues to rock them back and forth slowly, caressing her back as he presses a reassuring kiss to the top of her head every now and then.

The other Daddies leave but not before Ari makes the remark that she's just like a fuck doll, being turned on to serve her purpose and then going right back to idle mode when her batteries run out.

Andy, Lloyd and Jensen snicker as they follow the giant out of the room.

Maybe they will wake her the same way later.

With their little slut Bunny, the possibilities are endless.

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ladymunson · 8 months

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Mile High 18+

Fic summary: You Spot the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in the business class lounge at the airport and then he happens to be on the same flight as you. Things are about to get very interesting.

A/N: This is a short one shot Drabble, there will be no additional parts. No use of y/n. No minors, shoo!

Warnings: strangers to lovers, SMUT 18+, mutual public masturbation, public nudity, airplane bathroom, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) cream pie.

Word count: 1244

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You arrive at Boston Logan airport an hour earlier than you need to, and spend time in the lounge after checking in. It’s mid evening so they offer you a glass of wine, business class sure has its perks. You take a seat at the bar and sip on your wine as people come in and out of the lounge. While waiting for your flight to be called, something catches your eye. He enters the lounge and stops, standing over by the door, his expensive suit opening up as he stretches revealing his tight and broad shoulders. He’s fucking gorgeous! And possibly the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. His beard full and luscious, his eyes a sparkling blue matching his tie.

He looks around the lounge and stops when he sees you. The top button of your white blouse is open, he catches a glimpse of cleavage, his eyes widen as he continues staring at you.

Your black skirt was short enough to reveal your thighs and he looks at your legs, the black stilettos on your feet... Hunger in his eyes. You both eye fuck each other across the lounge, he keeps his distance and doesn’t approach, at which you quickly glance down at his left hand that is holding a briefcase. He’s not wearing a wedding ring.

The flight is called so you pick up your handbag and head towards the door, brushing past him. Making sure there was a little contact. You can feel the electricity as you touched, had he felt it too? Doesn't matter you think to yourself, because you won't see him again.

You board the plane, the flight attendant pointing you the the right direction. After settling in your seat, you feel someone was standing next to you, you think it might be the flight attendant. But it isn’t... It’s him.

He smiles at you, and you return his smile.

The flight attendants go through the preflight routine which you’ve seen many times before, so you concentrate on the book you’re reading.

As the plane takes off, the rumbling of the engines starts to turn me on. A dampness in you underwear causing you to shift. You haven’t realised, but you’ve been caressing your collarbone and the contours of your breasts (you do that sometimes when you’re thinking about sex). But he’s noticed and been staring at you.

He looks a little uncomfortable; you look around to see if you can figure out why.

Then you see it...

The hard on he had been trying to conceal with his copy of 'The Boston Herald’.

You look him in the eye, and smile. A boldness building within you, so you kick off your shoes and rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position with your legs crossed. So, he can see your black lacy French panties. You pull the gusset of them side to side gently, enjoying the friction against your pussy.

His hand disappears underneath the paper and you hear the sound of a zipper.

He was stroking himself under there, and you couldn't see.

You pull your panties to one side...

For a few seconds you just let him look at your Pussy, wet and pulsing, aching for his touch but having to make do with your own.

You begin to rub your clit, gently at first but soon that wasn't enough. You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

He lifts up the paper to show you his cock, it’s large and thick and looks like it could give you immense pleasure. His hand works up and down on his shaft, as you work mine on your Pussy. Doing this in such a public setting is so naughty but so exciting, it’s heightening the pleasure you’re feeling.

You’re seconds away from coming; he must've sensed it cos he snatches you hand away and transfers it to his cock...

When your fingers close around his warm skin, you hear him moan.

Then he throws your hand away, zips himself up, and moves out of the chair.

Why?

Disappointment must've shown on your face because he winks and nods towards the lavatory door.

You can’t follow straight away; you don’t even bother to put your shoes on when you get out of your seat and walk down the gangway towards the lavatory.

You knock lightly on the door, the door folds to one side and a strong arm pulls you in...

He’s got his pants down round his ankles, his beautiful dick standing to attention before you.

He pulls you close and kisses you, urgent and probing around in your mouth.

He sits down on the lavatory seat and pulls you towards him; he rolls your panties over your hips, and you step out of them.

You part your legs so they are either side of his lap and lift your skirt so he can see how wet you are....

You lower yourself down onto his cock, letting the head rest against your dripping cunt for a moment. You had meant to hover, teasing him but you can’t. You desperately need him inside you.

You lower yourself down, letting his cock prise open your wetness and penetrate you. Filling you up, giving you what you need.

You lift yourself and begin to pound your Pussy onto his cock, hard and fast.

He bites your hard swollen nipples through your blouse, which sends thrills through you...

One hand on the mirror steadying yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. Your other hand on his shoulder.

You kiss again. His hands on your hips, guiding you up and down, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.

He starts rubbing your clit making you moan, you started squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him groan as he starts to shake...

You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, and from the look on his face he isn’t far off either.

"The plane will begin its descent in ten minutes, please return to your seats" came over the tannoy. It was now or never, you grind your pussy down hard onto him, his pubic hair tickling your clit and triggering your orgasm..

You come hard; the contractions of your cunt sets off his climax. You come together, his cock filling your pussy with hot white cum. He lets out a long moan, your head buried in his shoulder, muffling your screams of pleasure.

You take a moment to catch your breath before you stand up and he helps clean you up and rearrange your skirt down, gives you a quick kiss and shoves you out of the bathroom into the corridor.

Walking in a straight line after such an intense orgasm is a challenge but you manage to get back to your seat. By the time you check your make-up and straightened your blouse he was back in the seat next to you.

When you disembark the plane, he walks straight past you and gets into a car that’s waiting for him.

'There he goes' you think 'The best fuck of my life.'

You smooth your skirt down and stop, feeling something, so you reach into the pocket of your skirt and pull out a business card, Andrew Barber; Assistant District Attorney. His cell phone number is written on the back, along with the hotel he was staying at and room number.

'I know what I'm doing tonight' you think to yourself smiling.

THE END

Tags: @cevansbaby-dove @patzammit

#andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #ladymunson

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

Summary: Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates. Also this isn't defending jacob compliant, i haven't watched the show I'm just a fan of Mr. Barber.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, nickname - princess, cum play, oral f and m receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, beard kink?.

A.N: I fully blame @elle14-blog1 for filling my mind with andy filth so here is lawyer daddy Barber for everyone, (well i almost put the daddy kink in it but i'm still not sure about writing it, its a me block i'm working up the courage) let me know what you all think! Also is anyone else feral for him and mr. Levinson?

Word Count: 1.8k

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Something is amiss, you think as your eyes fall on the clock that reads two a.m., there is a source of warmth to your left which wasn’t present as you decided to tuck in for the night.

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides.

“How was it? Sharing a room with him?” He murmurs, his voice has an edge. The one you’ve heard countless times in the courtroom and during one on one negotiations.

“An-Andy?” You manage to squeak out, when he pulls you closer, shifting so he’d be hovering above you.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled till his elbows, the top three buttons undone and you can see the inviting skin of his chest. His woodsy scent has you wanting to be pressed up against him.

“Why the innocent little eyes, princess? Didn’t think I would know? I sent you for work and what did you do with him? How dare you even think to share what is mine.” He raises a brow, blue only a thin rim around his pupils.

Your thighs squeeze, but his own limbs keep you spread apart, the thin material of your sleep shorts bloom with the warmth of him flush against you.

“Look at you, do you know you call out for me in your sleep?” His nose brushes along your jawline, chest rumbles deeply. His hips shift forward and your clit pulses in response.

“Andy, I didn’t sleep—,” You want to tell him nothing happened. That you went to a different motel because you weren’t comfortable sharing a room with Ari.

He tuts, “Sweet, sweet, girl. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.” He promises, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, tongue swirling over your shirt your nipples harden for him.

You cry out as he bites down upon the pebbled flesh. Your hips arch, pressing against his crotch. Andy hums in approval.

“Feel what you do to me princess? Achingly hard, the times I’ve used my hand wishing it was your soft, tight warm cunt or that troublesome mouth of yours, fuck.” Andy grinds against you, your fingers tighten their grip in his hair.

“Andy,” You beg, for more, you need to feel more.

“What is it princess?” He groans rutting against you harder.

“Need, need you more.” You mewl, he sits back on his knees, hair tousled, eyes watching you.

Your eyes fall to his tongue licking his lips, he breaths in deep a smirk widening on his lips.

You feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Strip for me princess.” He instructs, you prop yourself against the headboard, undoing the buttons of the silk shirt, Andy’s hedonistic blue eyes rake over the newly exposed skin.

Licking his lips he grabs the waist band of your shorts in his teeth, dragging it down your hips. Large palms tap at your thighs, you lift your hips to help him take the fabric off of you.

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening.

“Look at that achingly sweet cunt begging for me, isn’t she?” Andy blows over the heated flesh, a whimper escapes your lips.

“Andy, please—,” your words cut off into a moan as his tongue swirls around your clit. He sucks upon the aching flesh, you can feel his beard brushing over your folds being coated with your arousal as he devours you.

He hums in approval and you preen, fingers finding his hair and tugging him closer. Large hands grip your hips anchoring you to the bed, his tongue moves over your folds.

Andy places soft kisses to the flesh of your thighs, edging you away from the orgasm he was building.

“Please.” You whimper, he blows on your clit again. Cold against heated flesh, one hand moves from your hips, his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

“So tight. Think you can take me, princess?” Andy taunts, wet squelches of his movement ring over his words.

“Clenching around me? Hmm, of course you can take me, pussy was made for my cock only right?” His lips latch onto your clit, two fingers are stretching you out, tracing over your walls.

Your stomach tightens, Andy, Andy, Andy consumes your every thought.

“That’s right, Princess. You’re only going to say my name, only remember my name, and pray it all night long.” Andy grins, licking his lips, fingers thrusting at a relentless pace and tongue flicking over your clit.

You cum shuddering against his mouth, the burn of his beard against your flesh. Through the aftershocks he doesn’t relent, lapping up your release, giving hums of approval that have you still drip for him.

Andy pulls away, through hooded eyes you look at him. Gone is his shirt and pants, length straining against his boxers.

“Aw, Princess can’t stay without getting wet for me? Look at you making a mess.” Andy teases, palms wrapping around your ankles and sliding you to the edge of the bed.

“Andy, fuck me, please.” You request, his greedy lust fill eyes soften, thumb tracing over your jaw then bottom lip.

Your lips part as you suck the tip.

“Greedy little girl.” He chastises, the smirk on his face has you know he’s enjoying himself.

“Want my cock, Sweetheart?” His thumb is in your mouth pressing on your tongue.

Your doe like eyes look up at him, you nod.

“Only I know how filthy you really are, hiding behind those innocent little eyes.” Andy traces his thumb down your chin, neck and sternum, brushing over your nipples.

“On your knees princess. You beg so nicely and hands on my thighs. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” He warns.

Your thighs clench, sinking down on your knees you reach for the waistband of his boxers helping him out of them.

His tip covered in a sheen of precum, you lick your lips. Kissing the tip as your eyes meet his, the groan Andy gives sends a pulse to your clit, gagging slightly at his girth you slowly work your way to taking him half way.

“That’s it Princess, keep going, fuck you look so pretty like this, lips all stretched around my cock.” He praises, hands running over your hair.

You shift, trying to get some friction but nothing works, bobbing your head you try to take more of him in, tears brim over your eyes.

“Aw, is my cock too big? We’ll make it fit baby. Your sweet little pussy is going to be stretched all around my cock soon.” Andy promises, tone darkening at your muffled preen.

“Don’t you want to make me happy? That mouth feels so good.” Andy groans as you pull away then take him back in, hollowing your cheeks slightly you find a rhythm that works and the way Andy begins to swear and his grip tightening on your hair you know you’re doing a good job.

“Fuck, Princess, keep going fuck, fuck fuck.” Andy moans your name, slowly breaking your rhythm to set his own pace to fuck your mouth.

He pulls away, a thin thread spit still connecting your lips to him, “Oh Princess, get on the bed, all fours.”

You do as he says, his fingers tease your cunt,

“So fucking wet, such a good little Princess.” He praises, your hips shift back.

“Andy.” You whimper when a stinging slap is on your clit.

“Patience.” He growls, his length gathering you on him.

Slowly he pushes into you, you moan, hands shaking as you try to relax to get him inside of you.

Andy moans your name, “Tightest little pussy. Fuck—,” halfway in he pulls out. Entering you again further, you feel so full.

Andy picks a rhythm that works each time he pushes further into you, your walls flutter around his thick length.

“Look at you taking my cock so good, can feel me everywhere can’t you?” He questions you nod against the sheets too far gone to speak.

His palm wraps around your throat pulling you up, his cock brushes over the spot that has you moan loudly, head against his shoulder, palm around your neck.

Andy’s hips move relentlessly the new angle has your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans other hand moving to circle your clit.

You begin to thrash in his hold, each thrust right over your g-spot, each circle of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through you.

You don’t know how you’re making the sounds you can distantly hear over the building roar of your orgasm.

Andy keeps praising you, praising your pussy for being so good. The stretch and burn of him so delicious you clench hard around him before giving over to the orgasm, pliant in his arms as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Princess you going to milk me? You going to let me fill you up? Mark you? Yes you are—, Fucking hell.” Andy’s hips stutter you feel the warmth bloom inside you as he cums, with a loud moan of your name, his speed slows down but he still fucks you through it.

You grip his wrist when he begins to rub your clit again, sensitive but you can’t help it when he demands one more from you, he just wants to feel you cum around him.

“You can do that right, Princess? Come on oh, there it is, such a good girl fuck—,” your walls spasm around him Andy groans as your pussy milks him well for everything he’s got.

He turns you around, laying you on your back.

Andy admires as a ring of white coats the base of his cock, little streams of your mixed cum rivulet over your folds.

“Marking me, my sweet little Princess?” Andy questions meeting your gaze.

“I’m all yours sweet girl.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Placing kisses over your skin.

Your pulse still thrums, his kisses helping slow it down as you bask in his affection.

Slowly he moves to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up. You move closer to him, Andy places soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“You okay there, Princess?” He chuckles when you whine only wanting to be close to him.

“Just want you.” You mumble.

“You have me Princess, only me.” He promises darkly.

Through the haze of your slumber coaxed mind, you can feel him turn you parting your thighs, mewling as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

Arm around your waist he shushes you with a kiss to your hair.

“Relax Princess, just want to keep you full,”

You relax against him, shifting and clenching around him when he plays with your nipples, heat pools in your stomach again.

“Nice and full of me.” He chuckles as your hips move over him for more.

“My greedy little Princess, I’ll give you everything.” He assures, grasping your chin and tilting your head to kiss you full of promises.

-x-

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buckys-wintersoldier · 8 days

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Attitude | Andy Barber

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Your Boss annoyed you but Andy has a good way to help you calm down.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dom!Andy, finger sucking, daddy kink, oral (male receiving), slight breast play, unprotected p in v, bit of degradation, praises

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2.377

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> Hello Leo! I wanted to ask for a short smutty one shot with Andy barber please, No rush on it but I love how you write for him! thanks! @cevansbaby-dove

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request ans hope you enjoy it!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo: Winter Edition | Row Two-Two | Spirited (2022) | @sweetspicybingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It’s been an exhausting week at work for you because your boss was an idiot and gave you the blame for everything he didn’t manage. Your co-workers weren’t too nice as well, and you’re just annoyed about them and the way they treat you, even though you’re doing all they ask for at work.

You hear the key turning and then the door opening when your husband comes. You’re standing with your front pressed against the kitchen counter, cleaning some dishes, while Andy walks through the floor into the kitchen. He is used to hearing you already talking to him when he just enters the house or seeing you when you’re ready to jump around his neck and press a lot of kisses on his face, but today he only hears you mumbling something while you clean dishes.

“Hey, honey,” Andy says, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the kitchen island.

He furrows when you’re not turning around to face him. The smile on his lips slowly fades away, his expression turning into a worried one, and he wants to push himself up the counter when he hears you groaning annoyingly. He almost chuckles, knowing what’s wrong, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants you to talk to him about your boss.

Andy is sometimes pretty amused by your being upset with everything, even when there’s nothing to be upset about. It makes his cock hard and press uncomfortable against his pants, and he wants to bury his dick between your perfect warm and wet folds. And he knows that’s exactly how to calm you down when he is just bending you over the counter.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pressing himself up and walking toward you.

When he is just a few inches away, you turn around and lift your hand. Placing it on his broad chest and shoving him softly away. Andy groans; he doesn’t like your attitude, or he does, but it makes him even desperater to fuck you right there. You look directly into his beautiful steel-blue eyes, seeing them get darker, and you shiver softly. Your husband grasps your hand and pushes it above your head, holding it there while he takes a step closer again. He then places his other hand on your waist to bring you closer against him, and then the two of you slightly. Andy drags you back a few steps, then your back hits the tall fridge behind you. You’re pressed between your husband and the fridge while he smirks at you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks once again.

“Don’t annoy me, Andy.”

“I annoy you?”

His voice is suddenly so low, and his eyebrows narrow. Andy’s grip tightens around your hand, while he uses his other hand to bring both of your hands above your head. He is sliding his leg between yours, spreading them slightly, before he lifts it softly. Now you’re literally sitting on his thigh while he looks with a stern expression at you.

“I annoy you, honey? I will show you what’s annoying. When I edge you and you’re begging me to let you come, I still won’t let you come. Honey, that’s annoying,” Andy whispers, leaning closer to your ear.

Andy kisses down your neck, licking along your vein and making you shiver. He loves the way your body reacts to such small touches from him, the way you’re almost moaning, but you don’t want him to know that he makes your knees weak and your pussy throb. Even though the two of you know that you’re soaking your panties, you try your hardest to be quiet and still look annoyed at him.

“You’re sure you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong and play that game?”

“I’m annoyed, and you make it worse,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Andy shakes his head, amused by the way you still try to push him away. He lets go of your neck, looking deep into your eyes, before he slides his tongue over his lips and captures yours with his. The soft, warm feeling lets you lean into his touch and kiss, and you immediately part your lips softly to give him full access. But Andy pulls away, smirking even wider, and pushes his thigh further up, pressing more against your wet pussy.

“Andy, please.”

"First, we need to teach you some manners, don’t we, honey?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to teach you manners when he could just fuck you. Andy is soft and loving, but he doesn’t let you have such an attitude and give you what you want. So he just shakes his head, pulling away and letting go of your hands.

“On your knees.”

“An-“

“Now. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

You’re whimpering before you slowly get on your knees, looking up at your husband. Andy captures your cheeks with his big hands, caressing them softly with his thumb, before he lets one of his thumbs slide over your lip. You open your mouth slightly, letting him slide his thumb into your mouth. You then close your lips around his digit and twirl your tongue around it while you’re still looking into his eyes. Andy groans, moving his thumb in and out of your mouth, pressing your tongue down, and making you gag around his thick finger.

“That’s how I love to see you. On your knees in front of me, mouth filled with my thumb, even when my dick looks still prettier in your little mouth.”

You nod eagerly, and Andy slides his thumb with a plop out of your mouth. He nods toward his pants, and you immediately obey. You open his belt, then his pants, and let them fall down his legs. The growing bulge is visible in his pants. You lick your lips when you see the small wet spot on his boxers; he is soaking his underwear like you do. You smirk, but Andy grips your chin harshly, tilting your head back.

“What’s so funny, huh? Daddy’s dick funny, honey?”

“N-No,” you whimper, pressing your thighs together, and he understands, groaning loudly.

“Desperate little slut, cock hungry, aren’t you? Then take him, suck him, and make Daddy feel good,” he says, smirking when your eyes light up.

Your fingers hook up with the waistband of his boxers, and you slowly slide them down his legs as well. Andy’s dick springs free, slapping almost against his stomach. The tip is glistening with pre-cum, and you lick your lips while you stare at his thick dick.

“Suck it; show me how good you can be for me, honey,” he says with a smirk.

You wrap your hand around his shaft, slide your thumb over his weeping tip, and smear the pre-cum all over it. Andy groans, thrusting his hips forward, and you smirk.

“You’re needy, aren’t you, Daddy?”

“Now you can talk?” He asks, narrowing. “I should stuff your mouth.”

With that, he slaps you softly in the hand, showing you to take them away from his cock. His large hand grasps the base of his cock, guiding it closer to your mouth, and he slaps the tip of it against your lips. You part your lips slightly, but not enough for your husband’s liking. He groans, grabbing your jaw and squeezing it until you open your mouth wider. He immediately pushes his cock into you, ignoringthe fact that you gag around his huge length. He holds you on his cock for a moment before he pulls back, and you inhale deeply.

“Wanna tell me why you’re so grumpy, honey?”

You shake your head, sticking your tongue out, and Andy pushes his dick back into your mouth and down your throat. He loves it just as much as you do; even when he doesn’t mind soft and loving sex, he adores the rough one sometimes too. When he can fuck you the way he likes, when he can tease you and make you beg for his cock. You tap his thick thigh two times, and your husband slides his dick out of your mouth, lifting your head softly up and admiring the trails of tears on your cheeks. He slides his thumb over your cheek and wipes the tears away.

“It’s fine, taking my cock like a good girl. Do you need a moment?”

You nod your head, and Andy gets on his knees, pulling you close against him and sliding his hands up and down your back. You’re inhaling his scent deeply; you don’t mind having rough sex with him; you love it to calm down sometimes, but right now you just want him close, as close as possible.

“I’m sorry, Andy,” you mumble against his skin, but he shushes you.

“Do you just want to cuddle?”

You shake your head, sliding your hand between your bodies to stroke his cock softly.

“I need you,” you whimper, leaning more against Andy.

He gets up, picks you up, and carries you to the bed, placing you on top of it before he gets on top of you. His hands slide up and down your sides, and you squirm slightly. Your husband takes off your pants together with your panties, sliding them down your legs before he spreads your legs and settles between them. His hands slide underneath your shirt to your breasts, and he palms them before he helps you get out of the shirt.

“Needy girl, no bra, huh?” He asks and leans down to kiss your nipples, sucking softly at them.

You tug at his shirt, showing him to take it off, and he sits up, slightly chuckling. He then takes off his shirt, throwing it away, before he leans over you again. You feel his throbbing dick between your folds; every movement causes his cock to slide through them, hitting your clit. Andy groans softly, thrusting his hips forward. Your hands find their way to his back, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“Andy, please. I need you—“ you moan, wrapping your legs around his lower back to push him more against you.

“So needy, honey? Need daddy to take care of that pretty little pussy?” He asks, and you nod before pulling him closer to kiss him.

Andy smirks, his lips trailing over your jawline to your ear, where he bites softly into it, chuckling when you moan. His hand snakes over your belly to your pussy; he grasps his cock and likes himself up with your entrance, pushing the tip slowly into your tight pussy. You gasp, letting your hands run through his hair, then you grip it and tug at it, causing Andy to groan against the skin of your neck.

He thrust slowly forward, burring his huge, veiny cock in your pussy. Your husband groans; your tight, warm pussy feels just so good; he feels like he wants to come immediately. When his cock is ball deep into your pussy, he gives you a moment to adjust to his size, looking into your eyes and smirks when your eyes roll back with every slight movement of his cock, even though it’s just a twitch of his cock.

“I love your pretty pussy, honey. So wet and warm, clinging around my dick like she is made for it,” he says, bucking his hips forward.

He earns a moan from your lips; they are like a drug for him, and he wants more of those pretty noises. He wants to make you scream his name when you come all over his cock. Andy loves it. He loves to see your parted lips when your eyes roll back while he pumps you so full with his cum that it’s leaking out of your pussy.

“Daddy, please move and fuck me already,” you whine, squeezing his dick inside your pussy.

Andy chuckles, slowly pulling out of you. You feel every inch of his cock, the way it’s caressing your walls like a soft touch. You throw your head back, and your breath hitches when he pushes back into you. Your mouth drops open, his cock is hitting your sweet spot, and you feel the pleasure rushing through your body. His pussy is squeezing him even tighter, thrusting against that spot over and over again. Your husband turns you into a moaning and panting mess underneath him, smirking when you tug at his hair to hold his shoulders to ground yourself. Your bodies are sweaty, and Andy is moaning with your clenching pussy around his cock, sucking him deeper and giving him not much space to move in and out of you.

“My dirty little girl, look at my pretty pussy, taking daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You smile softly until he speeds up his thrusts. The brown-haired man is hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You feel the pleasure in your stomach growing, your legs are shaking, and Andy feels your warm pussy tightening around him. He pushes his cock with such force into you that you come after a few more thrusts. Your toes curl, and your walls clench violently around his member when he comes as well. Andy is shooting his cum into you, mixing it with your arousal.

“Feeling so good when you clench around me like that,” he groans, leaning down to kiss you.

Your hands are grounding yourself while your fingers dig into the soft skin of his back. Andy places some kisses all over your neck, biting into your skin, while his heavy breaths hit your soft skin.

When you both slowly calm down from your high, he lets himself fall down on top of you. Arms tightly wrapped around him.

“So, who messed with my girl?”

“Just my boss; he annoyed me,” you say, fingers running through his hair while he looks up at you.

He nods, smirking when he slides his hands up and down your sides, tickling you softly. You squirm, giggling.

“That’s what I wanna see on your pretty face, your smile. Unless I fuck you, then I don’t mind seeing your lips parted while you moan my name,” he says, leaning down to kiss you once again. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too,” you say, squirming while you both laugh softly.

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buckets-and-trees · 6 months

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Sweet, sweet Aspen. You have been a very bad girl. This soft!dark guy, your boss, caught you doing something wrong—something that could easily get you fired—but he decided maybe, jussst maybe, he should keep your indiscretion, and your resulting punishment, between the two of you. After all, he’s been dreaming about filling you with his cock for ages 😏

(I picked this GIF because it looks like he’s saying, “On your knees.” lolll)

well, dearly beloved sister ho, you know we were thirsting over a particularly ... inspiring gif.

I don't think you anticipated your ask to spawn THIS, but... here we are! THANKS FOR POPPING MY ANDY CHERRY!

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: I'm Your Man Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 3k

Summary: You've spent weeks working to pull off the perfect night for Andy Barber's big charity event. A rush job, but you worked meticulously and diligently over six weeks to coordinate the biggest event of your career to date. You weren't the only one with a plan for the night.

Content Warnings: extortion, explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT, spitting, oral - male receiving, spanking, vaginal intercourse, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Logistical Notes: A NAUGHTY submission @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice challenge. Prompts incorporated are in bold.

Additional Notes: I didn't want to write a summary. There's only enough plot here to smut you up. Dividers by @rookthornesartistry and @firefly-graphics.

You sit up straight when you hear the door to Andy’s home office open behind you.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he says as he strides across the room and takes a seat in the leather executive desk chair.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Barber,” you reply. Every part of your body is tired – tired in a good way from the long day of work – so you were eager to get home, soak in your tiny tub, and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend, but it hadn’t been an incredible inconvenience when he’d asked if he could speak with you before you left.

“Tonight was exquisite, you did well,” he doles out the praise, and you try to quell the blooming in your chest. In the six weeks working with Andy Barber to plan the charity event you’d just executed for his foundation you had seen that he wasn’t one to casually compliment, hard to impress. You had taken more and more satisfaction out of each meeting, email, or text exchange as you consulted and then presented him with options for the event when he had fewer and fewer notes, knowing you had cracked his taste and gained his approval. He’d been your toughest client to date, but by far one of the most rewarding as he had excellent taste.

“Nearly perfect,” he adds.

Your smile falters ever so slightly, and suddenly your chest floods with a chill. “Nearly perfect? I’m sorry, sir, what didn’t live up to your expectations?”

This was far from your first event, you had built an incredible portfolio over the years, and you knew you were finally ascending to be one of the best event coordinators on the eastern seaboard – you had received an email request from a goddamn Vanderbilt to plan a wedding for them in a year and a half that you were going to respond to and accept in the morning. You weren’t arrogant, but you’d worked damn hard and knew you were good.

“You.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “I – what?”

“Only one misstep tonight.”

Your brain flies back through the evening, reviewing every moment, raking through trying to determine what you could have possibly missed.

“I’m very particular about what belongs to me, and I cannot abide theft.”

Your jaw drops.

“Empty your bag.”

Now your whole body is buzzing with incredulity. You shake your head.

“I know what’s in there.”

You almost didn’t take this job when it landed in your lap. He was the reason you knew you should have said no. There were whispers about his reputation, his real businesses. But you took the initial consultation because the pitch was more money than you’d made over the last three years. Then when you’d met him, he’d been so normal, so nice, maybe a little charming, and up until this moment you had convinced yourself there was no way any of those rumors had been right.

But before you even put your hand in your bag, you knew you were wrong to have thought he wasn't all those awful things.

Not one, not two, but three Rolex watches nestled in the bottom of the main pocket. Watches you'd never seen - wouldn't even have known where to find them.

You scoop them out and drop them on his desk, eyes burning with tears. “Why?”

“Yes, why? I was already giving you a fat paycheck. What a shame when I had just given your name to the Vanderbilts’ social secretary for their son’s wedding a few days ago, I’ll have to reach out and let them know.”

“No,” you breathe.

“I’ll have to discreetly let everyone in my network know it’s better not to invite someone in their home with such light fingers.”

Your breath hitches and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle an almost sob, trying to hold back the onset of tears. “Andy, no, please.”

His smile softens. “There we are,” he coos, “you finally called me Andy like I’ve told you to so many times.”

He leans forward resting his arms on his desk.

“Now, if you go upstairs, be a good girl, put on what I left for you in my room, and wait for me, maybe I can make all of this little misunderstanding go away.”

His steel blue eyes are hard, they demand an answer.

You cock your chin up wishing you could say no, wishing you could even scowl at him, but aside from the heat and hurt in your eyes, you know you can’t do anything more without risking further ruin, so ultimately you let your chin drop and nod, resigned to the impossible power this man wields.

“Now we’re back on track for a perfect night, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”

You don’t know how long he makes you wait, using the promise of soon as another show of his power, but long enough that your knees hurt from sitting back on your heels in a submissive, kneeling position with your head lowered, hands folded in your lap, and back to the door as the card in the white box left for you had instructed.

Also in the box had been a set of exquisite black lace and silk balconette bra and cheeky underwear. That they fit you like a glove had been both humiliating and alluring.

Even though Andy was the reason you almost said no to the job, even though he was the humiliating reason you were in this position – extorted into a nearly naked state, no question of what was to come – he was also the reason you took the job.

Dread pooled in your stomach, but along with the dread and humiliation, there were rivulets of shameful desire.

You had taken the job for the money and for how quietly charming he had been. He had never outright flirted with you, but he always left you with the question of whether he was. You worked hard for him because it felt good to win his approval. He praised you and you had preened under his intense blue eyes every time. You had forced yourself to keep everything professional.

All for nothing since you were in the farthest position of professional now.

When you finally hear him enter the room, your sit up straight again.

He tsks and says, “Head down, sweetheart.”

Andy comes around to stand in front of you. You see his perfectly polished shoes, the perfectly tailored trousers. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips, circling them.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

You do.

He leans closer, then spits in your mouth, and you blink in surprise, a surge of humiliation running through you, but his grip on your jaw is powerful, so you don’t move away.

“Close your mouth but don’t swallow.”

He moves back from you then, and he begins to silently undress. He had already taken off his jacket, but he doesn’t hurry as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, the buttons down his chest, and then shrugs it off his shoulders. He places it nicely on a plush armchair on the side of the room. Next he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes and socks.

The way he doesn’t watch you but does all of this in your line of vision, knowing you have to watch, is another move meant to communicate who is in control of this situation. Still holding his saliva on your tongue is starting to become uncomfortable. Your instinct is to swallow, but you don’t know what disobedience may mean with Andy, so you fight the urge, not wanting to tempt any more of his darkness.

He stands and takes the shoes and socks to a large closet off to the side of the room, and when he returns, he stands directly in front of you again, takes your jaw in his hands again.

“Show me,” he says.

Your eyes watch his face you open your mouth, showing him the pool of saliva.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. You hate the small bloom in your chest those words immediately invoke again. He spits into your mouth for a second time, then with a caress that is too tender he urges you to close your mouth. “Swallow.”

You do.

Andy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his fly, then unzips and pushes down the waist of his trousers with his briefs, and reveals his hard cock for you.

He’s big.

You had gotten yourself off to the thought of him a few of times late at night alone in your bed, most recently a few days ago, and you hated that you had since you were now here like this, forced on your knees in front of him.

Your core is pulsing with heat at the sight of him though – bigger than you had fantasized, and bigger than any man you’ve been with previously. You know he’ll fill you in a way that will ruin you for other men. You want and dread it.

“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands.

Instead of forcing his cock into your mouth, this is more possessive, having you submit yourself to pleasing him of your own accord. You know every way he’s manipulating you.

“If I have to tell you one more time,” he trails off, leaving the end open for your imagination.

You plant one hand softly on his hip and wrap your other hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. As you push forward, he groans. He won’t hold back when he’s pleased with you – he never has, he knows it affects you. His hands go to either side of your head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, sucking him, bobbing up and down his length, and for a while he lets you control the speed and the depth, but his hands let you know he can and will control this when he wants to. After the first couple of minutes, he makes this clear when you push back to take a breath and wipe the mix of your spit and his pre-cum dripping out of your mouth and his hands firmly prevent you from moving off him. Instead, he pushes you down slowly – more slowly than you had been pumping – and doesn’t stop until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You try to push against his hips, and he pushes his hips forward with you still anchored on his dick. Your eyes well up.

“So pretty,” he says, “imagined you like this, but you’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”

Something in your chest melts. You wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It makes you weaker – weaker for him. He pulls back just an inch or two, then pushes his length into your throat again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, my perfect fucking girl.”

You whimper, and the tears spill over.

His right hand moves away from your face and around behind him. He’s quick, and when you can see his hand again, it’s to discover he’s taken his phone out of his back pocket. He takes photos of you, angling the phone a few different ways. Then he tosses the phone onto the chair where he’d laid his shirt.

Then he resumes his small, concentrated rutting, only easing out just enough to make the thrust back in worth it for him. As he does, he groans, swears, wipes tears from your cheeks, and the moment before it’s too much, he finally pulls you off him.

You fall forward, gasping for deep lungfuls of air, but he’s already putting a hand under your arm and hauling you up.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, man handling you with surprising ease, doing most of the work your weak and aching legs can’t do to hoist you up onto his Alaskan king bed.

He’s immediately up as well and behind you, the last of his clothing stripped off. His fingers quickly undo the clasp of your bra and pull it off your shoulders and toss it away. He pushes you forward, toppling you down to the mattress. He slaps your ass, and you gasp and jerk. He brings his hand down on your round flesh again, with another sting, but the second one has you moan, and he lets out a satisfied, “Yes,” before giving you a third slap, the hardest, and you moan again, but this one more guttural, and you’d be mortified if you weren’t shocked over the way it translated to pleasure so quickly to your brain.

Then he yanks the lacy underwear roughly down and off your legs, tossing it away as well. He pushes between your legs behind you, splitting your legs open, and his fingers seek your cunt.

He hums in approval, “So wet for me. Ready for me.”

You huff and pant.

He leans over your back, pressing you down into the mattress. “Are you eager for me?”

“Andy,” you whine.

“Say it and I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart.”

You don’t want to. You bury your face in the covers.

He slaps your ass again, and you yelp.

“Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Another slap.

Another.

“Yes,” you finally concede.

“To breed you.”

You gasp, but he’s already hauling you further up the bed, and he drapes himself over your back, arms caging you in on either side of your body. His legs push yours apart as he leans down to press kisses over your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, along your spine. He uses one hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your leaking entrance. He doesn’t care to stretch you. “Take me in your cunt, sweetheart, it’s mine.”

The only mercy is that he slots himself in slowly.

You press your hands up against the headboard and concentrate on taking deep breaths, on trying to relax your walls completely, because he’s entering you, in you, filling you, unrelenting invasion and it’s pleasure and pain and too much and not enough because every moment of more fullness is exquisite and you can’t even think about holding back the sound he’s pushing out from your diaphragm, up your throat, and out of your mouth, because that’s how it feels as he's filling you.

Once’s he’s fully inside of you, he presses his mouth right next to your ear. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed.” He anchors one hand on your hips, then begins pull out, only so he can start thrusting back in. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

You’ve never had an orgasm only from vaginal penetration, but the way he fills you as he fucks you, and at this angle, making you almost forget to keep breathing, you wonder if this is how you’ll go, strung out as his cock punishes you with the pleasure, but then his hand works around beneath you and his fingers quickly find your swollen and aching clit. You cry out, and one of your hands reaches back to cling to him, fingers clutching into his hair. He nips at your neck, chuckling darkly.

“My pretty girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well, you close?”

An immediate, “Uh huh,” is all you can manage.

“Then let go,” he commands, pinching your clit harshly.

You see stars, and you cry out for him.

Hearing you scream his name and feeling you clench around him is all he needs, and he pumps his cum into you, saying more dirty, filthy, possessive things, but you don’t know what the words are, because you’re completely lost to coherency.

He sinks his full weight on top of you when he’s completely spent.

Both of you are silent while you come down, heartrates returning to normal.

You wait for him to say whatever he’s going to torment you with next, but he doesn’t speak.

After more long moments, he finally pushes up enough to turn you from your front to your back. He cups your jaw again and strokes his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitches at the intimate gesture in the aftermath.

“Aw, why are you crying now, sweetheart?”

No, you didn’t want more tears, and not these - the soft tears. You try to look away, but he forces your face back to look at him.

“I would have slept with you if you’d asked, Andy, why did you have to do it like this?”

“Because this is so much more than that, sweetheart. I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and I needed you to know from here on out that you’re mine. I own you. I’m very particular about what belongs to me. I didn’t want you to have any illusion that there’s a choice here.”

He brushes the tears off your cheek.

“I’ll have my men move your things here in the morning, and we’ll elope in a few weeks. I’m closing the deal on a resort in Lake Como, doesn’t that sound perfect? We’ll tie the knot and then spend our honeymoon there – we can stay all summer if you want.”

You hesitate.

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do. Now I asked you, ‘doesn’t that sound perfect?’”

“Yes, Andy,” you whisper.

“Of course, it does.” He finally kisses you – and it’s dangerously soft. Warm lips engulfing yours, insistent, sucking your bottom lip between his. You whimper, and he licks his tongue into your mouth, lapping you up. He rolls over with you, putting him back on the mattress with you on his chest. He holds you pressed to him with one hand, the other hand securing your head so you can’t escape his kiss until he’s done kissing you.

It isn’t until you think you might pass out from how breathless you are that he finally breaks off the kiss. He shifts his pelvis up against you, his cock hardening again. “And I was serious about you carrying my child. But first you’ll ride my face until I’ve made you cry for a good reason, and then I’ll fill you up with more of my seed. You’re not leaving this bed the rest of the weekend.”

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriends dad!andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, slight breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (well readers on the pill), you fucking use protection in real life

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — please I hate this, I wanted to make a hot boyfriends dad!Andy fic where i cab make more parts and add characters and they have a gangbang and now look what came the fuck out. like, reblog and comment if you like!

A hand was clamped over your mouth to keep your moans from escaping as his hips thrusted inside you. Moving your body and causing that desk under you to shake.

Light creaks could be heard from the maple wood. The sound made you feel anxious that your boyfriend could hear the sins you did with his father. As if Andy could feel what went through your body his hand let go of your mouth and grazed your cheek.

"shh darling, don't worry he won't hear a thing. He's too busy playing that video game," his words were meant to smooth you.

However, knowing how Jake played his video game. First it all went normal, then he shouted into the headset, then got angry and then threw the headset on the ground.

In one of the last moments he could hear you.

"Andy what if he's searching for me after ending the game? What if he lost, got angry, stopped and put the headset away?"

"Darling I'm balls deep in you and while I enjoy the thought of getting caught, I'd appreciate if you stop talking about my son." your cheeks heated up and you were about to apologise when Andy thrusted full force inside you.

A high pitched moan flied your mouth, but in the last second Andy stuffed his fingers into your mouth.

"Just can't keep quite can you little girl?" Andy murmured against your ear. He loved the noises you made but it was dangerous when his son was in the house.

His hand pressed sharp circles on your clit. You could burning pleasure flood the pit of your lower stomache.

Andy felt you tighten your walls around his cock, he retrieved his fingers from your mouth. "you're gonna cum baby? Cum for your daddy like he asked you."

The wave of pleasure consumed you, stars forming in front of your eyes. Andy always had a way with words.

"Now, baby...mouth or pussy?" Andy asked as he slowed his movements, "pussy please...." With a smirk Andy picked up his movements. Knowing it was wrong to get off on the thought of seeing your round and swollen with his baby he couldn't help himself.

With a held back grunt Andy released his white seed inside you. "going to look so beautiful round and swollen with my baby."

"Yes, please fuck a baby into me daddy." You were going to kill him someday with this filthy mouth.

Andy came to a stop, his hands rested on either side next to your head. Supporting his weight above you, his lips capturing yours in bruising kiss. Your hands cradled his face keeping him close. His tongue darted between your lips, your tongues fought over dominance. You knew Andy would always win, he made you weak in so many ways.

A knock interrupted the intimate moment followed by Jake's voice cutting through. "Dad? Have you seen y/n, she said she would go to the kitchen but I checked there and she wasn't in."

You let go of Andy, eyes growing wide. The feeling of pleasure left and was replaced with panic.

"She went out to buy a few grocery, should be back soon!" Jake accepted Andy’s answer and went back to his video game.

Andy turned his face to you, instantly he wrapped his arms around you to help you calm down. "He almost caught us! Oh my god, how can you be so calm Andy?" You went to get of the desk but realised Andy’s dick was still in your cunt.

Without hesitation he pulled out knowing it would be better and help calming your nerves.

"Hey, hey its okay. Jake thinks you're not here...we're gonna take a bath now and then I will make up a lie about going to a friend while we're actually getting groceries!"

You looked at him, asking yourself if he was serious. This could have all been avoided. Yes you shouldn't have gotten involved with your boyfriend's dad but that man was sex on legs.

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Request: Andy Barber & Baby Girl having sex during a thunderstorm.

Through the Storm

Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.

Warnings: Astraphobia, Smut, Anxious Reader, Dominant Andy, Manhandling, Fingering, Spanking, CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), Safe Sex, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Finally finished this WIP! This request takes place early in Andy and Reader's relationship. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series, but can also be read as a standalone. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

You stare out into the backyard, watching sheets of slanted rain pelt against your boyfriend’s newly installed patio. While it wasn’t much, it was enough to give the compact enclosed space the cozy feel it had long been missing. You’d even helped him with the landscaping, much to your chagrin.

Andy had been quick to learn that while you enjoyed gardening you were also terrified of virtually all things creepy crawly, like bees. Especially bees. Your man hadn’t known what to make of that one, which had certainly made for an entertaining afternoon.

A loud crash of thunder suddenly booms overhead, startling you so bad that you nearly drop the bottle of water in your hands. You fucking hated thunderstorms, a fun little nugget that you had yet to share with the man who was currently waiting for you to join him upstairs.

Truth be told, you hadn’t even planned on staying over tonight. You were supposed to be home by the time the storm rolled in, tucked away safe and sound on your couch. All the while clutching your stuffed bear, Mr. Sprinkles, for dear life and watching your favorite comfort films until Mother Nature decided she was done with her tantrum.

But dinner with friends had gone long and then the show had started late. Well, the dinner itself hadn’t actually been with friends – more like one of his work colleagues. But the guy’s wife had been nice enough. And after enjoying one last round of drinks, you four had wandered across the street to take-in a production of Aladdin on Broadway.

Of course musicals weren’t really your thing, but since it was a childhood favorite of yours you’d been all for it. Your boyfriend didn’t know how much of a Disney fan you really were. Which was okay. Because he was older, more mature. And as such, you always tried to come off more sophisticated than what you actually were.

He’d already been married once before and had a child. One he’d lost a few years back. You two had yet to actually have a true conversation about that one but you were almost certain it was coming.

It had to be, right? Because it wasn’t like you both could skirt around the topic forever. But, at the same time, it’s also not like you could be the one to bring up. Like, how would a conversation like that even go?

Exactly. It wouldn’t. Because you couldn’t. It wasn’t your place.

So, you would allow that door to remain shut for as long as it took to allow him to open it and guide you through. You could be patient.

Alright fine. You would make yourself be patient. And until then you would keep trying to demonstrate the right amount of emotional maturity needed to prove that you could be a good partner and support system. Or at least a little worldlier than you probably came off.

But all of that would be pretty hard to do if Andrew Barber knew that you were secretly afraid of thunderstorms. He wouldn’t get it and you would only end up tripping all over yourself if you tried to explain. Which meant that you had to make a decision.

Either you could be brave and climb the stairs so you could crawl into bed – his bed – wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. Or you could sneak upstairs, grab your clothes, and dash out your man’s front door into the night like a madwoman and hope that he would be too stunned to chase you down.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, Baby Girl?” Andy bellows from up above, making you jump.

“Noth–coming!” You shout back as you pad towards the stairs, still trying your best to devise a plan. Andrew Barber was deceptively fast, which meant running was out. So you were most likely gonna have to suck it up until he fell asleep and then you would be free to tremble in peace.

The city’s hottest attorney could not know that he was dating the world’s biggest scaredy cat. If he ever found out, you might never recover from the embarrassment.

You find yourself holding your breath as you round the corner before stepping inside Andy’s bedroom. Your man looks up from his phone when he notices that you’ve finally joined him. A warm smile spreads across his handsome features as he leans back, allowing his big body to relax against the frame.

“Thought I was gonna have to come looking for you.” His husky purr sends a tiny shiver coursing through you, all the way down to your toes.

“Uh, nope. Here I am.” Your eyes stray towards your overnight bag nestled innocently in the corner. Because if you weren’t mistaken you were also beginning to sweat. “But I was thinking that maybe I ought to – nooope!”

An loud, unexpected clap of thunder has you diving towards the bed with a shriek. You seek refuge under the blankets, ignoring the sounds of a bewildered Andy calling your name. He tries to lift up the edge of the comforter, but you refuse to let go.

At this point, you have no desire to acknowledge just how ridiculous you were being at that very moment. Because you were scared.

And also a smidge mortified.

“Um, honey..?” Andy works to keep his tone light. “What’s going on?” He pauses briefly as one big hand comes to rest on what he assumes must be your head. “Are you okay?”

“Yep!” You squeak out, clutching the blanket even tighter around you. “But I’m also really, really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Again he tugs at the edge of your makeshift shield, prompting you to try and roll away. “You haven’t done anything – can you at least look at me? Please.”

“Um, I…I don’t think so. No.” Your words come out slightly muffled.

You’re rewarded with a heavy sigh followed by a brief moment of silence. Although you’re not sure what you expected him to say, you’re still surprised by what comes next.

“Well, if you won’t come out, then I guess that means I’ll just have to come under there then, won’t I?”

Fine by you. Because you were pretty sure that you were only seconds away from dying of embarrassment anyhow.

“Kay.”

“Let me in, princess.”

Relief fills him when he sees you finally relax your grip. Seconds later he joins you under the blankets, cocooning you both within the plush softness.

“Hey.” Andy breathes as his eyes strain to adjust to the light.

“Hey.”

As if of its own accord, one of his hands reaches over to gently brush your curls away from your face. A quiet sigh makes its way past your lips as you feel yourself melting into his touch. In a way it acted as an unspoken reminder.

You were safe with this man. Which meant it was time to fess up.

“Umm…” He makes an exaggerated show of looking around. “Why are we hiding?”

“Because.” You whisper, only to flinch when another crack of thunder echoes above.

“Because?” Your man drags out the word. “Because what? Are you–?” He cuts himself off before trying again. “I’m gonna guess that all this has something to do with the storm. Am I somewhere in the ballpark?”

His question has hot tears pricking the backs of your eyes.

“I don’t like it.” You croak before giving into temptation and burying yourself in his tattoo-covered chest. “In fact, I hate it.”

Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now.

“The…storm?”

“All of it.” You confirm as you begin to tremble ever so slightly. “The lightning, the thunder, the heavy winds, the sound of the rain. S’too much.”

“I see.” Is all he says, even as his hand goes to rest on the small of your back, rubbing in easy, soothing circles.

“I’m sorry.” You feel even worse when the tears spill over onto Andy’s bare skin.

“Hush.” Comes the soft-spoken command, drawing you flush against his much larger body. “There’s no need to be sorry. I just wish you would’ve said something earlier. Is that why you were so adamant about going home tonight?”

“Mmhm.”

But then your handsome ogre just had to go and be difficult.

“And I convinced you to stay.” Andy huffs out a disappointed breath at the same time as he drags his knuckles along your spine. “I should’ve noticed something was wrong. All I could think about was how much better I sleep whenever you’re next to me.” You can tell he’s annoyed now – not with you – but with himself. “Should’ve thought to ask why you seemed so skittish.” He drops a brief kiss on the top of your head.

“Andy…”

“I’m sorry, Baby Girl.” He grunts, pulling away so that he can get a good look at your face. “No–” He continues when you open your mouth to interrupt. “I should’ve been paying better attention. That’s on me.” He takes a moment to whisper his sensual, full lips over your own.

“It’s okay.” You assure him before pressing a tender kiss on his left pec, just above his heart. “I probably should’ve said something earlier. It was just…I guess I was embarrassed.” You finish with a shrug.

“Why?” He cocks his head to the side as he patiently waits for you to answer. Although it was hard to read his expression in the dark, you knew he was genuinely curious.

“Because it’s a stupid.” You mumble a few seconds later. “It’s stupid and I’m stupid for–”

“No it’s not.” Andy swiftly interjects. “And no you’re not. So please let that be the last time I hear you refer to yourself that way.” His gruff tone leaves little room for argument, not that you were in the mood anyway. Seconds later, another clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, has you diving back into the safety of his arms.

“Fuck.” Pissed at himself, he quickly wraps his arms around you before gently rocking you back and forth in an effort to calm you down. “When did it start?” More thunder booms overhead the whole house, loud enough to shake the whole house.

Andy frowns when he hears the tiny whimper that escapes your throat. .

“It’s silly.” You warn, even as you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath.

“Try me.”

He’d stay up all night if that’s what it took to get you to talk. The last thing he wanted was for you to shut down on him. Again.

“Please.”

Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts.

“Wh–when I was a little girl, I couldn’t have been more than six or seven, there was this really bad storm. I mean later we would find out that tornadoes had touched down all over the region. But that night – I swear the rain was coming down so hard it sounded like hundreds of baseballs were being pelted against the roof. And the wind was blowing so hard that it kept rattling windows.”

“Mmhm.” The small, noncommittal sound rumbles from somewhere deep within his chest, spurring you forward.

“So my dad woke us all up, me and my siblings, and herded us down to the basement. I guess he’d been watching the news and figured we’d be safer there. My mom had laid out blankets and sleeping bags for us. At first it seemed kinda fun – almost like we were camping out.”

Another bright flash of light briefly illuminates the bedroom, but you’re too engrossed in your story to really care. Plus, you had Andy to keep you safe. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen when you were with Andy.

At least not so far.

“I could see that.” Your boyfriend affirms, before giving your hip a light squeeze. “Bet you probably had a cool sleeping bag.”

“I totally did. I actually had one of those Disney character sleeping bags.” The memory makes you smile as your initial anxiety begins to lessen. “Come to think of it, we all did. But mine had Genie from Aladdin on the front of it. I remember because I got to pick it out myself.”

“I knew I had the right idea when I invited you out tonight.” Andy muses, brushing his mouth against your curls once more.

“Yeah, Big Man. I’m a Disney girl. And I sure did love that sleeping bag.” You take a moment to lace your fingers through his, needing the connection. “Which was why I climbed right on in and let my mother zip me up. At that point, I think my little sister started crying or something, so I let her crawl inside with me. After that she went right to sleep.”

“But I’m guessing you didn’t.”

“Nope.” Your grip on his hand tightens, but your man doesn’t pull away. Even so, you allow your thumb to sweetly caress along the ridges of his knuckles. “I stayed wide awake for what felt like hours just…listening. Listening as the wind picked up, as the thunder got louder and louder. Until it became so loud that it sounded like the storm was happening right above our house. And then suddenly there was this crash that shook the entire house – almost like a bomb went off.”

“Listen, I know sometimes storms can seem–”

“It was a tree.” You quietly forge on. “The storm had knocked down a tree. It fell through the roof, into the room I shared with my sister. Of course nobody was hurt, but ever since then I’ve been terrified of thunderstorms.” You finish, somehow feeling even more foolish than when you’d first started.

“Holy shit.” Andy exhales before briefly nuzzling your nose with his own. It was a simple stress touch, nothing more. But at this particular moment, it means everything. “I mean, I’m sure this probably goes without saying, but I’m so glad you weren’t in there when it happened. You or your sister.”

Wordlessly you nod, still wishing that you’d found a way to make it home tonight after all. Come tomorrow you’d finally bite the bullet and start looking for a therapist. Perhaps it was finally time you found a way to move past some of your childhood trauma. And maybe then–

Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep, rich timbre of Andrew Barber’s voice.

“I’m afraid of clowns.” Your boyfriend grunts in a very matter of fact tone. “And spiders.” He tacks on with a slight grimace. “Can’t get near either one of them without breaking into hives.”

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, clearly surprised by his sudden openness. You hadn’t been expecting that at all. “So I‘m guessing anything to do with Pennywise is probably – ahh shit!” You cry out when the familiar sound of thunder makes you lose your train of thought, leaving you unable to finish your small attempt at humor.

Almost immediately, you feel two strong arms band themselves around your waist, drawing you closer even as you try your damnedest to scramble away. You throw off the covers before attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed so that you can make a mad dash in the direction of the basement.

“Hold on, baby.” Andy growls, wincing when your elbow accidentally connects with his ribs. “Just settle down for a second, okay? We’re gonna get through this, I promise.”

“Nope – I’m good! Just let me go, please.” Instead of doing as you ask, he flips your bodies, using his considerable weight to keep you still. “I’m serious, Andrew!” You tell him, thumping his back with your fist for good measure.

“Hush.” He takes advantage of your positions long enough to glide his lips along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Just focus on me – on us – and let everything else fade away.”

Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.

Andy gifts you with a glimpse of his pearly white teeth before slanting his hungry mouth over your own. He moans into the kiss, gently sucking on your bottom lip and releasing it with a slight pop. When you don’t respond he does it again, this time tracing the curve of your lips with his sinful tongue.

“But what if –.”

“Shh.” Your boyfriend pauses his sensual assault long enough to stare down at you while he braces himself on his forearms. “You have my word that nothing bad is gonna happen while I’ve got you here, with me, in this bed. We’re safe, Baby Girl.” He then angles his head to nip along your jaw. “Let me show you.”

“Do you trust me?” Where had you heard that before?

“I…” You trail off as he continues to nip at your heated flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive shell of your ear. “Y–yes.”

“Good.”

Apparently that’s all the permission Andrew Barber needs, because the next thing you know he’s sliding one large hand up your thigh, his lightly calloused palm sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to your core. Seconds later, you both are treated to the sounds of tearing fabric.

Well, there went your panties. They’d been shredded to hell just like every other pair that went before it.

Next up is your shirt. He manages to whip it over your head with relative ease before resting his delicious weight on top of you once more. Clad in only his boxers, he makes a show of grinding rapidly hardening cock against your damp pussy.

“Andy.” You whine, wantonly arching your hips in time with his thrusts. “Don’t tease me right now.”

“Why not?” He purrs as a hand moves to fist itself in your hair, wrenching your head back with just enough force to make you feel dizzy with lust.

Reaching up, you capture his face between your hands to pull him down for another kiss. The scruff of his neatly trimmed beard feels so good against your skin.

“Fuck me, please.” You hiss, seeking a much needed distraction as a flash of lightning threatens to send you running for the hills. Since this man wouldn’t let you leave, your next best option was to let him bury his thick cock inside you so hard and so deep until you no longer had the capacity to think.

Or walk properly, for that matter.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” Your boyfriend groans as he continues to circle his hips. With that said, he then makes quick work of removing his boxers before tossing him aside in the direction of his hamper. He misses, of course. Which is why you silently vow to pick it up later.

Now freed from its confines, you watch Andy’s impressive manhood immediately spring to attention, lightly smacking his abdomen as it bobs up and down.

Good God, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your mouth water.

His mouth curves into a roguish grin as he purposely slides himself between your slippery folds. He revels in your wetness, loving the way your slick coats his aching cock. Shit – if he wasn’t careful he risked blowing his load before it was time.

Which absolutely would not work. You always came first. That was the rule. There were no exceptions, unless you were playing a game or something.

Reaching over you, Andy grabs a foil packet from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, you lean back on your elbows while he handles his business with the condom. Maybe next time he’d allow you to put it on for him. You’d always wanted to try…

You also weren’t quite sure of exactly when he’d gone and removed his boxers, but you also weren’t complaining either.

“Now, sweetheart.” Your man begins as he takes a hold of your calf, tenderly draping it over his muscled shoulder as the wheel continues to howl outside. “All you’ve gotta do is lay back and focus on how good you feel.” He leans forward so that he can trace his tongue around your nipple before sucking the delicate flesh into his waiting mouth.

Your back bows as you thrust your chest forward in silent offering. Andy groans as continues to toy with your pouting nipple before switching to the other. You let out a sharp cry as he brings the pebbled tip in his mouth, lightly pinching it between his teeth just hard enough to make you writhe beneath him.

That’s part of what always made this feel so good. The way he always seemed to mix pleasure with a little bit of pain.

His mouth eventually finds yours again as your hands smooth their way over the blades of his shoulders, allowing you to run your fingers along the contour of his muscles. And when you finally reach the firm globes of his ass, you can’t help but giggle as you finally give into the temptation to smack it. Hard.

Just the way he liked it.

“Remember, sweet brat. If I’m gonna wear your handprint then I think it’s only fair you wear mine too. Understand?” Of course he doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead he maneuvers himself up so that he can expertly flip you over onto your stomach before pulling you up so that you’re now resting on your hands and knees before him.

Instinctively you arch your ass in the air, inviting him to make good on his promise. This man loved spanking your ass every chance he got. And what’s more, you seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did.

“Now be a good girl and put your hands where they’re supposed to go.”

A small shiver of anticipation courses through as you move to obey. He chuckles softly as he watches your eager fingers grip the headboard. Later he would tell you how proud of you he was in that moment, that he was honored by your faith in his ability to distract you from the violent storm taking place right outside his window.

It meant the world that you trusted him enough to take care of you at a time like this.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Andy purrs as the heavy weight of his palm comes down on your upturned rear with just enough force to make your naughty pussy gush. Unable to stop it, you can’t help the groan you emit when he does it again, loving the way he kneads and caresses your most intimate curves.

“So are you.”

Your body jerks when he decides to focus his attention on your greedy little cunt. Nimble fingers spear you open as they between your glistening folds to tease your throbbing clit. It’s not long before your hips begin moving in time with his ministrations.

Soon your eyes flutter closed as you bear down, shamelessly grinding yourself against his calloused palm. At first, Andy is content to simply watch as you slowly work yourself into a frenzy.

Because this time, when the sound of thunder crackles throughout the room, you barely react. In fact, you hardly hear it. You’re too engrossed in the pleasure, too caught up in just how good your man is making you feel, to remember to be afraid.

“Easy, greedy girl.” Andy hums after another beat goes by before finally removing his hand. The fucking bastard.

“Nooo!” You whine, hating the way your impending orgasm lingers just out of reach.

"Yeees.” There’s a slight mocking edge to his tone that has you glancing over your shoulder to shoot him a glare.

“Swear to God you’re so fucking beautiful. Even when you’re trying to turn me into dust.” He winks at you then before allowing his hands to settle on your hips. Goosebumps pebble across your sweat-dampened flesh when you feel the head of his impressive cock nudge at your entrance.

“Please.Please.Please.” That one word is whispered over and over, like a fervent prayer.

Just then, a stroke of lightning brightens the room, treating you to a fleeting glimpse of your man right as he thrusts himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as he forces you to take every deliciously thick inch of his cock, stretching your tight pussy until you can’t help clench around him.

Andy starts off slow, gradually building up the pace as your velvety walls continue to milk him for all he’s worth. His fingers dig into your curves as you rear back to match his movements. Soon, he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper.

“S’good, Andy!Fuuuck!” You moan as Andy continues fucking you into oblivion. “Yes!Harder, pleeease!”

“My baby wants it harder?” He growls, adjusting his position to give you exactly what you asked for. A desperate sob bubbles up from your throat, prompting you to bury your face in a nearby pillow.

Too bad your man is having none of it.

“Oh no.” One large hand moves to wrap itself around the delicate column of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your pulse spike. “You don’t get to hide that pretty face from me. Not tonight.” He grunts before allowing his free arm to encircle your waist to haul you against the hard wall of his chest.

A hand soon finds its way to your breast. He lifts the tempting weight, before plucking at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, evoking the most exquisite sensations.

“You’re doing so good, Baby Girl.” Andy rasps, tweaking his angle so that he can find your spot. “So good. Told you I’d keep you safe.” The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo throughout the room, creating an erotic tempo. “Would never let anything bad happen to you.”

Your boyfriend’s Boston accent grows thicker and more pronounced with each passing second – letting you know that he’s close to losing control. That’s when you decide to push him closer to the brink by reaching behind you to pull his head down for a kiss. It’s hot, wet, and deep. And by the time you both come up for air your heart is hammering in your chest.

“I…I know.” And you did know.

Tipping your chin back, you allow your walls to flutter around his fat cock, making him twitch. Your core begins to spasm as you feel the coil in your belly tighten even more. Andy makes sure to keep a tight hold on your sweat-slicked body as his lips continue to whisper kisses along the curve of your jaw.

White hot pleasure dances along your skin, meanwhile Andy’s thrusts continue to grow more and more erratic with each passing minute. One of your hands slips from the headboard to help keep you upright.

“Cum, princess. Give it to me.” He snarls through clenched teeth before reaching down to deliver a slap to your pussy. It feels so good that you beg him to do it again and again. “Be a good girl and fucking cum!”

That’s all you need to hear before you go tumbling over the edge and into bliss. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” Ecstasy slices through you, making you cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. Thank goodness there was a storm going on outside, otherwise someone might’ve taken it upon themselves to call the police.

Chest heaving, you continue bouncing on your man’s cock. He felt so amazing it bordered on obsession. And you knew he’d feel even better once you had him in your mouth. Andy shudders behind you, his big body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Completely spent, you both flop down on the bed. You’re both naked and sweaty, but neither of you really cares all that much. You curl up in his arms, resting on his chest so that you can listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

“You okay?” Andy murmurs a little while later when he notices that your eyes have begun to droop. “Do you need me to–”

“Mm…” You purr, stretching your arms above your head as you stifle a lawn. “I’m thinking I need some more of that. Like tonight.”

You grow quiet once you realize that you no longer hear the sound of the rain. Or the wind. Or the thunder. All is as it should be. Thank goodness.

“Give me ten minutes to refuel and I’m all yours.” He grunts before disposing of his used condom in a nearby garbage can..

“Thank you.” You mumble, feeling your cheeks heat. “For tonight, for what you did.”

“Not sure if I did much of anything.” Andy smiles down at you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with sincerity. “You’re always safe with me, princess. So just relax."

“I believe you, Andy. But the storm –"

“Is about over. We fucked right through it, baby.” You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s got some kind of shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. "But most of all, thank you for trusting me with your secret.”

“Thank you for not laughing.“ Your hand reaches up to stroke your knuckles along his bearded jaw.

“Hm.” Andy mutters. “Maybe next time we’ll have to try making love in the rain. What do you think, princess?”

“Um, baby steps, Andrew.” You counter, expertly dodging his first question. “Let’s go smaller. I’m talking waaay smaller.”

“Fine. I’ll settle for a kiss during a light drizzle.” Your boyfriend concedes, laughter and warmth suffusing his tone.

“Consider it done, handsome.” You mumble as sleep threatens to overtake you.

Later, Andy would tell you that he let you fall asleep that night on purpose. Your earlier anxiety had really done a number on you, which is why he was content to let you rest. Instead of complaining, he holds you close, silently willing his heart to beat in time with your own.

And when you wake in the middle of the night, cocooned in the safety of your man’s arms, you know without question that you are cherished beyond measure.

END

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚

pairing: soft dark!professor andy barber x reader

concept: Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy/sub reader undertones, age gap , edging, fingering, fingering, oral (f receiving),pussy slapping,manipulation — soft dub con to be safe but reader is excited, power imbalance, dumbification, praise, Professor kink, reader sent a nasty email to Professor Andy, Sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, size kink, rough sex, blowjob, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess, slut)

a/n: @sunshinebuckybarnes Now, have fun daydreaming hehe. Thank you for that beautiful ask.

the cute gif and moodboard made by me

line divider: @s-tarksintern

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel, @purpleshallot and @beach-daydreaming

Masterlist

His path leads you into the darkness of blue but all you can see is the fire of desire

After he picked you up from the bar, you were cold and he was lustful, so it wasn't your fault.

As soon as you decided to go out, have a little fun, and were two tequila shots in, you sent him an email in the bar telling him that his grading system was terrible. You totally deserved that A in his human relations class and he needed to be more knowledgeable about the world. You were required to take Professor Barber’s class to finish your degree, and in doing so everything changed for you.

It was Andrew Barber who gave you your new warmth and moans.

Now, who do you break your rules for?

"Professor Barber..."

You turned your head, your lips hovering over Andy's. Your heart raced as you stared into his blue eyes. The normally bright blue shade darker than you’ve ever seen; nearly black as his pupils were blown wide with lust.

"Did I tell you that you could talk back to me, Princess?" He whispered, his voice grating your senses like gravel.

You shook your head lightly, feeling that you had just dug yourself a deeper hole. Now that he has read that email, he was picking up the pieces.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"Turn around and read the email back to me," Andy commanded. Compliant as if you were sitting in his class, your eyes drifted away from him to the laptop sitting atop his kitchen counter.

Your email glared back at you, taunting you :

Subject: Fuck You, Prof. Barber.

The courage and vitrol that fueled your desire to give Professor Barber a price of your mind was astonishingly absent as you stood in his kitchen with his chest pressing against your back. Instead, seeing it filled you with dread and fear for what he may do to your academic career. Its heat pressing against your skin filled you with a desire you never knew existed, much like a coin has two sides.

Suddenly, you’re taken aback by the sensation of his hands sliding down your arms, then back up, enough to make goosebumps erupt across your skin, and for you to take a sharp breath.

You read the first line of the cursed email out loud, your voice wavering as Andy’s body heat intensified against your back. His reflection a shadow staring at you through the laptop screen. You bit your lower lip to stem the tears that had begun to gather in your eyes, looking at the keyboard leaving your face raw and exposed to his punishment.

Andy wave his hand through the sweater and rubbed his fingertips against your nipple, and gently teased it. You felt your skin tingle in a frenzy of static as he pinched them.

A simple squeeze left you feeling as if your body was falling apart.

As the warmth from Andy's center propelled you into overdrive, your tongue stroked across your lower lip. Andy laid light kisses over your neck, his fingers coming closer as he neared the center of your warmth.

In the palm of his hand, Andy swiped his thumb up, caressing the smooth skin with his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back his hand and took your chin in between his fingers. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his lustful eyes stared into yours. Andy pressed his lips against your ear, and growled, "Repeat what you said in the email."

Nervously, you swallowed.

How could you be so stupid to send him that email?

It wasn't your intention, but his grading system was out of date and he needed to fuck someone off to let his grumpy state see the light.

"Repeat what you wrote to me, word for word...don't make me ask again."

The thudding of your heart echoed in your ears. Each breath shook in your lungs.

You mustered the courage you felt when you wrote the email and repeated, "Professor Barber, your way of living is sad, which explains why you are divorced and lonely—”

You paused.

Andy took his hand off your chin, gliding down your neck to the collar of the sweater. Pulling the collar away from your neck, he buried his teeth in your neck. “Did I tell you to stop reading?"

It was a new, fresh pleasure to wince in pain.

"N-no, Professor," you said shakily.

You felt Andy’s hand leave your neck and follow the curves of your body, stopping only when it rested on your inner thigh. A tingle zinged throughout your body as Andy pulled your legs apart and revealed your lace panties that were soaked from your dripping cunt.

"You insulted me, Princess," Andy growled.

Your lips curled into a soft moan as your eyes closed. Andy's eyes glowed with lust, his grin widening as he placed his palm on your wet pussy, forcing the lace aside to feel the wetness that was his.

"Look at you," he beamed, “I've barely touched you and you're so wet for me."

You lost control from the the warmth of his hand that rubbed your wet pussy. You believed that you would stand your ground and he would change, but you were ── in his house, in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, half-naked- and his touch destroyed your strong aura as an independent woman.

"You've been such a little tease all semester." He reached down to undo your lacy underwear, taking them off without any effort.

Was this an exam of desire?

"You are such a-"

Your insult cut short by a harsh slap.

The harsh smack against your throbbing pussy left your body shaking, and you learned, in that moment, that he was holding the strings to your desire.

"I don't hear you reading, Kitten." Andy’s voice slithered through the fog like a siren to a pirate.

But, instead of reaping your reward from a Professor knocked down, you walked willingly into his trap.

The second smack made your entire body tremble and your knees wobble.

"Are you getting quiet?" he smirked. When his hand smacked your throbbing, wet center again, your fingernails dug deep into the counter.

Your voice quiet, you continued, “Your methods are ineffective, and no one is warming your bed with the ridiculous sweaters and ties you wear to hide your life and I bet your co—."

Trying to maintain your composure, your nails dug deeper into the counter as your body slowly reacted to the sudden change in events; as if you were stuck in molasses. One moment, you’re filled with a righteous indignation at his grading system that fueled your deep desire to have him know what you really thought of him and his course with no thought as to the consequences of your actions as you pressed “send” The next moment, you are at his house, bent over his kitchen counter. You haven’t the faintest clue how you got here, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts of Andy.

You are sober but drunk with desire. His desire. His attention.

You wanted to know how far this would go when you felt his touch. There was no doubt that you lied, but Professor Andy was a man.

A man who just needed you.

With ragged breaths, you tried to calm yourself, but your body rejected your silent plea for self-control as you fell back against his chest. Andy's fingers sped up, and as you trembled and instinctively tried to close your legs, you knew it was not possible to regain control from Andy.

"Mmm, Princess, let's talk about what you said about my manhood," Andy said softly as his lips met your cheeks, a soft kiss that contrasted with the strong smack he employed on your swollen clit.

In spite of your pleas for him, he ignored you and slowly inserted his fingers inside your body while he laughed at your squirming. With each movement you made, he slapped you again and again. Your moans were all that was heard and the feel of his fingers inside you with a slap to keep your mind from wandering.

His disciplined approach keeps you motivated and hungry for more as he leaves his mark on your body

"Princess, you deserve to be tortured the same way that you've tortured me all semester." Andy said as he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you., Your eyes widened as he licked your juices off his thick fingers before turning you around to him. "You taste delicious and all dripping for me"

You gasped at his sheer strength, trying to push back against him.

Andy held you down with his free hand as adjusted himself behind you. Knowing what was likely to happen, you moaned at the sound of his belt buckle rattling.

“Professor��”

"I won't leave you unpunished." He snapped his belt, making you shiver with arousal. "You don't want to be expelled from university because of your actions, now do you?"

“No, sir I will do anything” you pleaded as his fingers edged your heat.

You screamed when he landed a stronger blow to your pussy before you could say anything further.

“Please…” you cried. The sudden intrusion of his middle and ring fingers in your body caused you to scream in agony as he didn’t allow you to adjust.

A steady rhythm of his fingers blurred your vision as you felt yourself edge toward your end; to the abyss of your orgasm.

“Oh, my God! Sir...” you cried. "I- I'm going to cu-cum..."

You were right there, right at the precipice of ecstasy.

Andy ripped his fingers out begrudgingly and pulled you back from the edge of your orgasm. You squirmed and slowly cried out his name from the absence of his touch.

"I'm not going to let you off that easy, honey", Andy said condescendingly. He spanked you hard on your ass, then pulled you by the neck to stand straight.

“Take off the sweater, put it on the floor, and get on your knees.”

You have taught me more about myself in your presence and reflection, his slut

Andy smirked and gripped the back of your neck, “What was the line you said about my cock?” You let out a soft moan when you saw his cock up close and immediately opened your mouth to let him use it.

Andy stroked your face with his free hand as he rubbed his cock's tip along your lips. "It’s time for you to learn your place and respect me,” He slapped your face and shoved his cock in your throat.

Tears fell from your eyes from the sudden intrusion in your throat.

You felt the heat between your thighs increasing and wanted to please him. You enjoyed the gagging sensation his cock gave you in the back of your throat. You preened as you felt him tense up and his dick swell in your mouth.

Your ability to think clearly and to resist anything he did to you was gone. You were intoxicated s by his size, taste, attitude, and your own arousal. Your hand drifted between your legs to touch yourself at how hot it was.

Andy took a deep breath and tugged at your head, controlling your movements, your head bobbing down toward him when he saw your hand wander down your stomach. He pulled out of your mouth and pulled you upright by your hair.

He smiled down at you as he reached down to grab your legs. He lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to his living room. Despite your behavior, the soft kisses on your hair remind you that he cares for you and that you are his princess.

The smell of his skin lingers on my body, and I crave more.

The soft cushions of his couch bounced when you landed. As he stripped off his clothes and got down on his knees, his lustful blue eyes stared at you like a predator.

"Look at you lusting for me," he groaned. "Want to see what my tongue can do for my slut's pussy?"

He leant in as he listened to your desires, blowing soft air, inhaling your scent, and rested his nose on your pussy.

His tongue came out and almost hesitantly licked your clit.

“I'm sorry for— the , please let me--” you moaned and grabbed hold of his hair, fists clenched tight. It was his tongue that reminded you he controls everything in your body. His beard burned your pussy and tickled your entire being. He gave you punishment so easily, you knew it wasn't even close to the end.

You knew his game of seduction.

You moaned as you wrapped your body around his cool lips, and a smirk appeared on his face as he marked your legs beneath his fingertips and watched your breasts move with his rhythm.

“Andy, I’ve been so good for you, please... I promise I will do anything you ask of me, please fuck me up.” You cried, desperate to feel him.

The chuckle on his face was accompanied by a lick of his lips. Your hips jerked in anticipation of another kiss, but he stood away from you instead. In his hand, he spat, briefly stroked his cock, and then moved closer to your pussy.

“Oh, aren’t you so desperate for me?” Andy leaned over and roughly kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you tried to pull his tongue closer to yours. You were his needy little slut

The tip of his cock teased you as you pleaded for him to fuck you.

“What makes you believe you deserve this? ”

“Please…” you begged.

"Well... " he said as you groaned beneath him. "Since you asked so nicely, and I respect desire"

Despite your squeal, he pushed steadily inward. While working in your cunt, he groaned with satisfaction, knowing he would be the only one to touch it.

He pulled his hips back and, for a moment, you thought he was pulling out, but the next instant he slammed his cock deep, pounding hard against you. You squealed out your wants.

Andy stroked your pussy passionately, fucking it deeply. When your pussy squeezed Andy's dick like a fist, he knew you had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. "Look at your pussy welcoming me in, it is so good, damn it is so good, do you feel it" he groaned in your ear as he leaned forward to grow louder and louder as he rapidly thrust into the pussy as he knew that the cunt was meant to be fucked hard, fast, rough, and deep.

It was a blissful feeling as your hardened nipples scraped against his chest while he rocked against you in response to each grinding thrust. "It feels so good, Sir...don't stop."

Andy bent down to capture your lips,pushing his tongue down your throat. “You are my new fucktoy now. Your only responsibility is to warm your professor's dick whenever he needs it, right? I will never stop fucking you, my princess. "

It was a struggle for you to respond as Andy thrust hard and fast into your sodden hole, moaning softly while unable to reply, "Yes, Professor.".

Putting his hands around the top of your head and linking his fingers, Andy rammed you down brutally using his own hands to hold you in place.

"My pussy, my princess," Andy whispered with every thrust as he slammed his cock in you, planting sloppy wet kisses on your jawline.

A deep expression filled his face as he gazed into your eyes. "Who are you?"

You couldn’t answer him. You wanted to tell him you were his slut and his only. Your vision spun as Andy dragged out your orgasm. Feeling as if you might pass out, you dug your nails deeply into his back.

Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.

The sweater was a reward for pleasing, and a punishment for looking gorgeous with it on.

You sat in class, and awaited the professor's arrival. When you got a text message saying, "My sweater fits nicely on you and let me see my pussy," "you opened your legs so he could see it.

To know what is his, he needs to see it.

In front of you, Professor Andy was licking his lips and getting ready to begin his class.

Your ragged breath fills the air as I savor every drop, because we both know the fun is only just starting.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Sundaze

Pairing: Husband!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: you and your husband finally have a free Sunday together

Warnings: petnames (honey, baby), smut; unprotected sex. Fluffy, sweet and tender loving 🥰 this blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: thank you my sweet Alice @flordeamatista for sending me this based on my tag because I probably wouldn't have thought to actually write it otherwise 💜 (word count: 1k)

It felt like months since you'd been able to enjoy the serenity of a Sunday. And it felt even longer since you and Andy had a Sunday with no plans. No work. No commitments. Just a Sunday with each other.

The thought brought a soft smile to your lips as you turned your head to watch Andy's sleeping form. He was laid on his back, his head facing you and a peaceful look on his face that you'd missed seeing.

You hadn't even heard him come home last night, too exhausted from your own crazy week at work and from the soft snores coming from Andy you know he'd been just as exhausted.

Knowing how much he needs to rest you climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Andy doesn't move an inch, much to your delight.

You make your way to the kitchen, your bare feet silent against the cool hard floor. The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows is enough to warm your legs as you wear nothing but Andy's shirt.

The day is still young and you take a moment to appreciate the quiet as you wait for the coffee to brew.

Gone are the days when you felt guilty about doing nothing all day. Today was about you and your husband getting some much-needed downtime together.

You're humming to yourself softly, the rich smell of coffee filling your senses as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

Andy's lips brush against your neck as he inhales your scent, "mmm, good morning honey."

His voice is deep, the final remnants of sleep still hanging on his words. You smile as his lips leave slow, tender kisses against your neck.

You attempt to turn in his arms but he keeps you pressed against the edge of the counter. His hands cage you in as they grip the edge. You can feel him getting harder as he presses closer against you.

"Andy," you whine, your hips pushing back on their own accord. It had been too long since you and Andy had had a moment like this. Your bodies craved each other.

"Look so good in my shirt, honey," Andy murmurs between kisses. His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, gently brushing against the skin of your thighs and sending shivers throughout your whole body.

You push your ass back further, feeling how he strains against his boxers and you can't help but moan.

"Please, baby, need you."

Andy pushes your back gently, guiding you to lean further onto the counter. His hand pushes your shirt up and he throws his head back with a groan as he realises you're wearing nothing underneath.

"I think you planned this, honey," he smirks, softly swatting your ass as you giggle.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever you say," he hums, his large hands massaging your cheeks.

You gasp when you feel one of his fingers collect the wetness from between your legs and slowly circle your clit.

"No teasing baby," you moan, not even trying to keep the pleading from your voice.

Andy's hand disappears from between your legs and you hear him push his boxers down. He taps your pussy with his cock, "spread your legs for me, honey. Good girl."

You whine when the head of his cock breaches your entrance. The stretch reminds you of how long it's been and how much you've missed this.

To two of you sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Andy pulls out of you slowly, feeling every part of you as you feel every inch of him before pushing in just as slowly.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your soft pants and moans as Andy languidly thrusts into you. It's slow and tender, much like a Sunday should be.

Andy's hands are everywhere; gripping your hips, smacking your ass, cupping your breasts. It's like he's discovering your body all over again.

"Missed this, honey," he breathes, pushing into you with more force which has your back arching, "missed you so much."

You moan when you feel his left hand wrap around your throat. The metal of his wedding ring cooling your heated skin. He pulls you up against his chest, your hands finding purchase on the counter as he continues to bring you nothing but pleasure.

Turning your head you search for his lips, moaning into his mouth when he meets you in a searing kiss. Andy's hips quicken and your toes curl against the hardwood floor as he hits that spot that makes you see starts.

You break away from his lips but remain close, your forehead resting against your husbands.

"Andy," you plead, feeling the familiar knot forming.

"I've got you, honey," Andy grunts, his eyes locking on yours, "I'm close, need you to come for me, beautiful."

Andy's hand tightens around your throat as his free hand toys with your clit, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you tense in his arms.

Your body shudders as you come undone with a cry of his name. You feel him still behind you as he comes inside you, his fingers still gently rubbing your clit until you grab his wrist to signal it's too much.

The two of you bask in the quiet that settles over the kitchen. Your breathing slowly returns to normal as Andy holds you in his arms. He kisses your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you.

"Stay there," he whispers with another kiss as he grabs a clean cloth to clean the mess between your thighs.

When he's cleaned you up he turns you around, framing your face in his large hands as he kisses you softly.

"Good morning, Mr Barber," you smile as he pulls away, "think your coffee's ready."

He kisses you again before moving to grab two mugs, filling them both. You sit on the counter and Andy comes to stand between your legs, handing you your coffee.

You hum as the warmth from the mug seeps into your hands, the two of you catching up on the past week as the morning sun casts you in a golden glow. You can't help but smile at finally getting to enjoy a carefree Sunday with your husband.

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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|| The Secretary ||

Summary: Your boss, District Attorney Andy Barber, has had enough of your negligence in his workspace.

Pairing: Boss!Andy Barber | Secretary!You.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Andy Barber. This is a mature story so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Spanking (ruler), humiliation, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, cock warming, p-in-v, boob slapping, nipple pulling, power imbalance, dacryphilia, Andrew is lowkey a sadist and slightly mean because he's the boss, sir kink, age gap, praise, the tiniest bit of fluff.

Note: Very much inspired from the very scene in the very movie, yes. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

You were past denying and making excuses that this kind of treatment did not turn you on. It was this after all that encouraged Andy to take things one step further every time. "Read." The strictness in his deep voice made you gulp as you felt his heavy wooden ruler caress your cheeks that the District Attorney had already heated up generously with his hands.

A shaky whimper escaped you as your skirt and underwear was tugged off your buzzing bottom. Goosebumps slid over the now exposed skin of your thighs as you stood bending over the office table of your boss, Andy Barber. Your teeth reached for your bottom lip as you chewed on it, peeking behind you to see what the man was doing but a stern 'eyes on the paper' made you whip your head to look at the document in front of you.

"Dear Governor Rogers–" smack. Your back arched as your eyebrows furrowed, your throat strangling the pained moan forming in it to not anger the man any more than he already was.

"From the top" you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He seriously didn't expect you to mess up something as simple as the title! Though when your gaze briefly traveled over the page that was full of corrections made with a bold red marker, you knew you were dead and it was over for your poor ass.

"Office of the– ah!" You could not help but cry out in frustration when the slap cruelly came down on your ass again for seemingly no reason. You wanted to look back at him and ask him what the fuck was wrong now but you knew better than to act up when you were already in trouble with your boss.

He took his work very seriously.

"What do we say when we are given an order?" You wanted to slap yourself.

"Y- Yes, sir" as the ruler met with both your cheeks at the same time you arched your back and whined under your breath. "S- Sorry, sir."

Andy only hummed under his breath, trailing the wooden object to your sit spots. "Go on, now."

"Yes, sir…" Focusing on the line and wondering what the hell could you have possibly messed up in the basic format for him to be overreacting like this, you bit your tongue in embarrassment when you realized that a mistake had been made indeed. "O- Office of the Middlesex County District Attorney…" As if the blow against the backs of your thighs was not powerful enough, the scary sound of the collision made you jump.

"Is that what it says on there?" Your flushed face burnt hot in humiliation and you bit your lip, ducking your head.

"... N- No, sir…" You whimpered out in shame as you looked at what you had hurriedly typed out this morning after rushing in late as usual;

OFFICE OF THE MIDLESXE COUNTRY DISTRICT ATTORNEY

The words nearly glared at you from where they had been printed on the paper.

"How much time did you have to compose this very basic correspondence, Miss Y/L/N?" God, oh God.

"T- Two days, sir-!" You could not help but draw out the last word in a loud whimper when the ruler struck your right cheek, followed by the left one and then the middle which captured both of them with much cruelty and ease at the same time.

"And when did it arrive on my table?" The way he caressed your ass after asking yet another damning question made you want to both whine and hide yourself away for the rest of your life.

"T- This evening, sir" Andy was unforgiving with his blows as four more were placed on your throbbing ass.

"And at what time this evening?" The mock playfulness in his very obviously pissed voice was nipping at the skin of your face.

"Some minutes–" smack, smack.

"Specifics, Miss Y/L/N…" Your foot moved on its own and you kicked the ground with a grunt, curving your back outwards as your arms gave out and the upper half of your body collapsed against the table. "Remember?"

"F- Fifteen minutes b- before…" Tears stung at the back of your eyes. "B- Before it had to be sent off, sir" yet another spank from the ruler -the deadly weapon that you had secretly tried to get rid of on many occasions- resounded against you, the force used reverberating through your ass cheeks.

Andy only hummed again. "Correct. And may I ask what was the state that I received it in?" The answer to his question laid in front of your face, huge red circles drawn over every word you had misspelled; all the mistakes you had made. All of this just because you kept procrastinating despite your boss personally reminding you of the importance of this letter that he needed ready and free of error at the send off time.

"F- Full of errors, sir– sir, please!" Your fist came down on the table to cope with the plethora of spanks that rained down on your poor ass after your admittance. "I am sorry, sir! Please!" Heat was seething out of your soft skin.

"Despite your boss' constant reminders?" It seemed as if Andy wanted to make the wood of the ruler one with your skin at this point.

"DESPITE MY BOSS' CONSTANT REMINDERS, YES SIR OHMYGOD PLEASE, SIR!" You tried to dodge the hits by trying to move your ass away from him only for the man to firmly grab a hold of one of your hips to hold you down with much ease. "I AM SORRY, SIR! PLEASE!"

"Tell me, Miss Y/L/N" his own breathing was labored when he finally stopped and let go of your side to snake his hand through and around your hair to gather a handful. Andy pulled your head and upper half of the body up with a jerk of the hand that he was holding your hair with. "Do you disrespect the work environment on purpose?" A shiver slithered through you despite the heaving in your chest when your boss pressed his warm body against your half naked back, perching his bearded chin on the junction between your shoulder and neck. "To get in trouble and end up here…" Your lips parched when he briefly ghosted the tip of his nose against your teary cheeks, facial hair scratching the skin of your jaw. "Like this, with your… boss?"

Your moist eyes widened and you gasped. "O- Of course n- not, Mr. Barber!" You sputtered through your overwhelmed and hazy mind. "I- I am not that k- kind of a girl!" Your boss snorted under his breath.

"Then that only leaves us with one conclusion, Miss Y/L/N…" Your shoulder pressed against the base of his jaw in its attempt to recoil against his ticklish invasion.

"W- What conclu–" the paper crumbled noisily between your fingers as you writhed. "... C- Conclusion, sir?" You stopped yourself from whining as your cheek reached out to seek the warmth his had been providing when he pulled away.

"That you, Miss Y/L/N…" The hand that Andy was holding your hair with forcefully craned your head downwards as his other hand straightened out the letter before firmly pasting itself on one side to keep the paper in place, the dim light of his office bouncing off the silver wedding band he wore on it. "Are simply not eligible for the job."

Your eyes widened as you audibly gasped. Oh no. "No, sir! Please! I am eligible for the job!" The man only clicked his tongue.

"I am sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but this letter and your overall behavior tells me otherwise" the finality in his words made you panic. "Lack of punctuality…" Andy's lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. "Lack of work ethic…" The gravelly effect his low volume was creating in his voice made your thighs quiver in need despite your throbbing ass. Actually, it added to the arousal that was boiling between your hips. "Lack of…" Craining your neck backwards, your boss moved his hand from the page to the curve between your legs and cupped your core. "Decency." Clicking his tongue he brought the back of the same hand against your ass again. "Tsk, all sprawled out and leaking in front of your boss like a dirty little opportunist" your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips rocked against empty air to cope with the surge of shivers that bolted down your waist. Another backhand strike was given to your ass to bring you out of your brief daze before his hand placed itself on the document again.

"Oh, please, Mr. Barber!" You begged as you tried to move your head to face him but his firm hold on your hair kept you facing the disaster that had costed your boss a fraction of his otherwise spotless reputation. "I really need this job!" You timidly moved your hand that was besides his on the table, hoping he would not take offense from what you were about to do. "I- I…" Your tongue burnt in embarrassment. "I- I beg you please r- reconsider…" Your pinky finger reached for his thumb and slowly caressed the larger digit as you bit your tongue.

Your boss sighed. "I've been wasting the State's resources reconsidering for two years now" the words left a pang on your self esteem.

District Attorney Andrew Barber was infamous within the entire Middlesex County Courthouse for having no tolerance for unprofessionalism and fuck ups. You had to be at par to survive under him and ready to face any challenge head on especially if you were new. And your boss considered any one with less than a decade of experience to be new. So while your heart tried to console you into thinking that the relationship you had with him would help in some way, better judgment did not shy away from giving you the harsh check that once Andy Barber was done with someone, he made sure they did not breathe the same workspace air as him ever again.

You had heard stories, and they were not nice.

You pouted in both shame and guilt as you hooked your pinky around his thumb softly. "I- I am sorry, Mr. Barber, honest. P- Please give me a chance. I'll d- do anything to prove myself!" If only you were not so clumsy and negligent you would not have been in this embarrassing situation in the first place.

"Will you, now?" He was clearly not convinced. Not in the slightest.

"P- Promise!"

Andy sighed. "Fine." He forcefully whipped your head to the side to face him, one eyebrow raised slightly. "But you are packing yourself a box no questions asked if you fail, I don't have the time or any more resources for your not taking this very sensitive job seriously" the sternness of his deep voice made you gulp.

"Y- Yes, sir." A whimper escaped you as you bit on your tongue to stop yourself from grinding your burning ass against his crotch. Yes, you were on the verge of getting fired but he was so hot when he was like this. "B- But I promise I'll do whatever you say and prove myself!" A dangerous glint appeared in his dark blue eyes.

"Whatever I say, huh?"

"Whatever you say, sir!" You dared not think your words over, aware of the thinness of the thread that was holding you.

"Very well." Your head was made to face the paper again; downwards. Just how he liked you against him. "Tell me, Miss Y/L/N…" His lips were against your ear as he placed the hand that was on the table over yours. "What happens when we make a mistake?" Fuck. Andy was speaking slowly in a manner similar to one a person adopts to speak to a child.

Well, he never had made your dumbness a secret.

"W- We apologize for it, sir" your heart jumped and eyes widened again when he reached for the ruler without humming in agreement. Shit. You had done something wrong. You raked your brain desperately. Something was missing. But what?! As Andy started to lower you in the humiliating spanking position again a bulb went off in your head. "A- AND!" You stiffened your back, refusing to go down any further regardless of how much slick you had released during the spanking. It hurt just as much as it aroused you. Your boss was way too strong for you to withstand another ruler spanking by him in the same hour. "AND WE RECTIFY, SIR! PLEASE, SIR! WE RECTIFY IT, SIR! PLEASE!" Now he chuckled softly.

You sighed in relief, having no choice but to only hope your ass was safe now.

"That's right…" Tilting your head back to bring your ear closer to his lips again, Andy grazed the wooden weapon against your unblemished thighs from the front. "So, will you rectify, Miss Y/L/N?" When you nodded with an obedient yes sir, Andy's lips curled against the helix of your ear. "Any way I tell you to?"

"Anything, whatever, however, sir" you helplessly breathed, needing him to touch you more but knowing he wouldn't until he was done with making his point.

"Good girl" you whimpered in relief when he finally placed the ruler in its place on the table. That meant it was done for the rest of the evening. "You will rectify this letter in front of me right now" because you were bound to procrastinate until the next deadline, you knew it just as well as him. "Only you will do it…" Andy's voice lowered to a whisper. "Sitting on my cock with your cute tits hanging out like the desperate little favor slut that you are" as if on cue, your hole clenched and released more slick. Your cheeks flushed.

"Y- Yes, sir." You tried not to sound too eager. "Thank you, sir." Your training echoed in your response.

Since your rights to a personal office had been revoked a month after your joining –courtesy of your work ethic, or lack thereof– it was not too much of a challenge to walk to your work table half naked with the accompaniment of your blushing and bruising ass on full display. Andy had ordered for your desk to be set up in a corner of his own office where he could keep his vigilant eye on you at all times.

Grabbing your laptop and keeping your head low once you turned to walk to your boss' chair, you chewed on your bottom lip while trying to ignore his piercing gaze as he spread his massive thighs, getting comfortable on the chair while admiring his handiwork; you.

"I- I'll just…" Your face burnt in humiliation as you awkwardly malfunctioned, his intense eyes making you too aware of everything all at once. Clutching your laptop close to your chest you moved his own away with your free hand before placing yours in the spot. "Y- Yeah…" He knew how much the silence stung you in these situations so he stayed just like that, enjoying the show of you stumbling and panicking as you made a mess of figuring out what to do first like a clueless little baby. Your mind took a few moments to catch up and you sighed in relief when it did. Having decided your course of action, you bent down at last and reached for his fly.

Andy only tutted, making you look up at him in confusion. You were already half naked so all you had to do was to undo his pants and get to work… right? Oh God. His intimidating gaze made you second guess everything everytime. The man slowly shook his head before tilting it to the side and raising an amused eyebrow at you. It took you about a minute's worth of blinking at him blankly before you realized…

Oh! "M- May I, sir?" His snort made your heart drop and you almost whined. He was being so mean! "Thank you, s- sir" you breathed out as quietly as you possibly could when he finally nodded at last, clearly taking his sweet time with flustering you every chance he got.

Andy's huge cock never failed to intimidate you, because the rather monstrous girth coupled with the sheer length seemed to always make a promise that your little pussy would not be able to accommodate it.

And then the heavy balls were a whole another thing.

You turned around to prepare yourself to sit on the seat your boss had chosen for you this evening. Once his very hard and leaking cock was unsheathed, your shaky hands reached for the arm rests of the chair as you winced and lowered yourself. The tremble in your thighs increased as they slightly widened due to the position you were in, the sticky skin causing a noticeable plop sound. Your face and ass burnt alike.

"Come on now, you know this, Miss Y/L/N" Andy finally spoke in an encouraging tone, his own voice strangled as he grabbed one of your hips gently, the metal of his wedding band cold against your skin. "Just like that… good girl." The stiff ridge of his cock grazed against your folds and you whimpered in response, moving your ass to try and fit your entrance against it but the thick top slid away due to the difference in size of the impaler and about to be impaled.

Your knees gave out at last and you landed on your boss' lap with a loud and embarrassing oof, quickly apologizing and scrambling back up on your feet to not annoy him any more than you already had today.

Andy sighed. "I don't know, Miss Y/L/N." You could just visualize him shaking his head in disappointment as you hurriedly tried to align yourself against the fat organ that just would not fucking stay put against your slippery folds. "You are not exactly helping me here…" He stroked your ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the ring cooling your skin in tiny streaks. "All I see is a clueless little girl dumbly patting about like it's her first time." You started to struggle to reach behind you to try and hold the organ in place now, killing the frustrated whine that was threatening to burst out of you. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ineligible for this simple little task as well" you cried out when he struck your bruised cheeks with the back of his hand, the suddenness of his action shocking you into slipping. Your pussy that had finally found his tip sunk down the giant span of his cock with a loud squelch and the fat ridge collided with your special little spongy spot as you landed in your spot for the evening.

"Oh, my God!" Your back arched as you threw your head back and felt stars cloud your vision. The tight ring of muscles guarding the wet cavern leading up to your womb clenched around his girth as you felt the tip press against your sensitive bundle of nerves cruelly.

Andy moved slowly and his chest pressed against your back, the movement causing friction against your needy and much sensitive walls. Only, the stimulation was just enough to persevere the small flame of raw, hot need between your hips but not enough to cause or move towards any sort of relief. You leaned into him as you felt his hands reach for your pussy, the action making you sigh out in relief. Finally, some help.

But you should have known your boss better…

It was not your aching and throbbing core that was grabbed but the front of your silk blouse that his rough fingers curled against before the velvet coated buttons went flying everywhere. Your eyes widened as you gasped in realization of what he had done, pussy clenching and making him grunt out a chuckle as he pulled your bra cups away to let your tits hang free, as he liked to say it.

"Dumb little girl…" His face had found the crook of your neck again, the hickey he had left there yesterday hot against his moist lips. "Needs her boss to do everything for her, tsk" a punishing smack resounded against one of your boobs and your back arched to withstand the ache the strike caused in your nipple, the action resulting in the creation of the same torturous friction in your weeping walls. "Well, what are you waiting for, then? Get to it!" Andy's stern words brought you back on ground and your bottom lip wobbled.

So cruel.

You sniffled. "Y- Yes, sir…" Biting your lip to try and keep still as much as could be possible, you pulled the lid of your laptop upwards until the screen lit up to life. A small whine left you when your nipple was pinched and pulled as a silent reprimand for the lack of password. Your careful boss had warned you and even taught you how to put a password on the device because of the sensitive data files and case material in your hard drive.

But it was just so much work having to type it in every time you locked it or it went to sleep mode!

You gulped as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary, feeling your cheeks heat up when Andy snorted at your wallpaper. It was a picture of you and him at a work dinner in a fancy restaurant. A colleague you were girlfriends with had taken the picture where you were leaning into Andy as he smiled and poured wine into his glass. While you looked into the camera, his eyes were trained at what he was doing, the silver of his wedding band glinting under the lights. The wall behind you two was made of glass and the pink evening sky beautifully melted into a bright orange as it blended with the tall city buildings soon after.

Biting your lip in embarrassment because you knew his wallpaper was that of some famous architecture, you quickly clicked on the file that had led to your doom. You liked to think that you were normally not this shy but you were both different and not your usual selves in these situations. A wince slithered past your lips when you mindlessly reached for the printout that he had corrected only for his cock to rub against and probe into your insides.

Andy leaned back against the chair but did not let go of your boobs, resorting to softly toying with them as he enjoyed the sight of you struggling to straighten out the paper, place it and move the cursor. If you had learnt one thing under your boss it was that you should try to keep your work as errorless and up to par as much as your qualification and experience allowed. But once the District Attorney had corrected something himself in his rather traditional method, you were to rectify the final draft in the exact same manner.

Or else.

Said or else you had found out 2 months into your job so you dared not stray, shakily grabbing a pencil to cross out everything you were setting right on the paper.

Some minutes passed in silence after that, the nib of the pencil occasionally scratching the paper and the clicks of the keyboard the only sounds in the room. Your body was tense as you rigidly worked, the tautness caused by your controlled breathing making your chest ache as you tried to stay still to avoid raising any more of your boss' ire as well as to suppress the painful friction where your bodies connected as much as could be managed.

When your laboured breathing turned into soft grunts, Andy tore his gaze away from the screen as he blinked and noticed just how stiff your form had become. The man detached a hand from one of your nipples that he had been twirling while enjoying the feeling of your warm cavern hugging him to place it on your hip. After bracing you for the inevitable rubbing of your flesh against his skin, the man reached for the covered glass of water that he kept on his table and dragged the tumbler towards him before grabbing it.

"Relax" his free hand rubbed your side as he brought the rim to your lips. "You're too tense" you were grateful for the ticklish kiss that was placed against your bare shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax…" You only realized the parchness of your mouth when you sipped the cool water and sighed as it trickled its way down your throat.

Then Andy guided you through the quick breathing excercise you needed in these sorts of instances sometimes.

"Thank you, sir" you submissively whimpered as you ducked your face in his direction and felt your eyelids flutter close, soft cheek pressing against his bearded one for comfort. It was now that you realized just how tightly you had been clenching all your muscles defensively.

But your caring husband had come to your rescue, as always.

Even when boss was displeased and unforgiving.

"You're doing a good job, honey" Andy peppered soft kisses all over your cheek, caressing the nipple he had cruelly twisted a few minutes before with a featherlight touch. "You're nearly there now, I am so proud of you" the words of affirmation made you smile softly and you deemed it okay to kiss his scruffy cheek.

You needed it.

"Thank you, hubby. You're the best. I love you so much" before you turned around albeit with a wince thanks to the rod of flesh still very much violating your insides, getting back to work with a newfound enthusiasm.

Andy now palmed your pussy softly but did not allow you any stimulation just because he was mean like that, nibbling at the hickey he had left on one of your boobs this morning. "I love you more, my dearest" pressing a sloppy kiss to the bruise, he steeled one of your hips in place with a firm hand when you got too ahead of yourself and tried to produce friction. Though you knew that the only two possible things you could have after sitting on his dick for this long was either a ruined orgasm or a climax so powerful that your consciousness would give out. "But only sir or boss in the office" he could not help but snicker, resulting in the sending of vibrations up your womb when his stern words made you clench around his balls that your wetness had welcomed in it centimeter by centimeter.

"Yes, s- sir~" you breathed out shakily, typing in the last word before crossing it out from the paper and tallying the two versions of the letter. "Sorry, sir."

After you were sure you had gotten everything right, you crossed your fingers and requested the boss to review it one last time. A sigh of relief escaped you when Andy's firm gaze scrutinized the draft for some five minutes before he hummed with a nod, ordering you to print it then and there because he knew you too well.

The District Attorney then made you lift yourself off his cock to collect the print and waddle to your table to get an envelope for it. Andy fixed himself up after sending you on your way with a last ass shattering slap that made you jump with a squeal. The man only chuckled and shook his head at your quirks.

"Now fix my desk, Miss Y/L/N, thank you" was your last order for the day as your boss got up and picked up his coat, ready to leave in his now proper attire while you obeyed completely naked with the only exceptions being your tattered blouse and bra hanging from your shoulders. Pulling his laptop back in place, you returned the tumbler in its spot and covered it, moving some files that were out of place in order before gulping as you nudged the ruler back in its appropriate position.

Once you were done, you wobbled back and moved his chair in place.

"Done, sir."

Andy smiled and held out one arm invitingly as his coat hung from the other one. "Come to hubby" you gladly lept in his direction and reached for his hand with the one on which the expensive diamond of your wedding ring was twinkling under the dim lights.

"Can't walk, honey" you pouted and batted your eyelashes at him in that cute way that made him lose his mind every time.

Andy snorted and nodded, fully aware of your trick but not complaining. "Of course, hun" draping his coat that protectively covered everything that needed covering over your form, the older man ducked to circle his arms around your legs, the blistered skin of your ass making you wince as he hauled you up on his shoulder with ease.

"Honey?" Hugging your husband's warm jacket tight around your form, you felt him place a safe hand on your ass to keep the last section of the coat in place, just in case. You pouted while hanging upside down as Andy moved around the room with no regard for your weight.

Almost as though you were nothing more than a light blanket role.

Perks of marrying a man who had tanks for arms.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Your husband questioned as he locked the office's door which read Mr. & Mrs. Andrew Barber after turning the lights off, tugging at the handle at last, just to be sure.

You whimpered before pouting a little, watching the back of his head as you toyed with your wedding ring nervously. "D- Did you mean all that about the r- resources and f- firing me…?" He had sounded alarmingly serious and you had almost pulled the plug on the scene then and there. So you needed reassurance.

Your strict husband softly chuckled. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, darling…" Andy patted your sore ass before continuing. "You'll make a cute housewife." Wait…

Oh, no!

You did not want to spend the entire day apart from your husband waiting and waiting only for him to come back for a handful of hours! No! Absolutely unacceptable! You almost huffed out loud before stopping yourself and resorting to shaking your head quietly instead. Because you knew better than to argue with Mr. Responsible District Attorney -for you had joked recklessly about work once and that day had not ended well for you-, you vowed to yourself to start being less negligent instead.

Because there was no way you were getting fired from this job.

Ever.

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