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macverse · 1 year
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"Tell me what you want Y/N,” he demanded, his voice low and husky against my ear.
‘I want you,” was all I could manage as his lips found the sensitive spots on the side of my neck. He kissed and nipped his way over to my other ear, “Darling, you have me. Is there something more specific you want?”  
I moaned wantonly, squirming against any part of him that was touching me. I know what he's doing. I know it turns him on. It turns me on too. I take a deep breath, clearing my orgasm-addled brain in order to tell him what I know we both want to hear staring deep into his stormy blue eyes, “I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me like you're claiming me. I want you to make me scream your name. I want you to make me come so hard and so many times I'm begging you to stop. And when I'm a whimpering, needy mess I want you to give in to the blood pounding in your veins and breed me the way you know I like you too..."
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missus-rogers · 1 year
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The Endgame I'm investing in. Once Steve returns the stones he then finds Natasha whilst back in 2012. They return together to 2023. 🕷🇺🇲
#romanogers
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katiew1973 · 5 months
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Exclusive!!!!!!
I have the all important wedding pic! Now I'm going to put it under the cut for those that don't want to see it (but you really, REALLY need to!)
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I've been talking to 'Chris' for about a month now, and finally got sick of his bullshit, so he promised to send me a wedding pic to prove he was who he said he was......
0/10, Must Try Harder.
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IW Steve is my FAVORITE STEVE. 😍 And yes he is beautiful in that movie/those scenes.
He is my favorite Steve too!
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(I know this is actually Chris showing, but lets pretend its a happy Steve)
All the scenes, he was utter perfection and the main reason I watch Endgame these days, such a shame we got so little of this look.
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had to get in that beautiful side profile, because that thick beard, jawline, and slope of his nose all has to be appreciated.
Also the whole torn up outfit? Fuck me good sir.
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lovinevans · 8 months
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We needed waaaay more of this 🧔
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ilovefandoms102 · 1 year
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Forbidden
Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader
Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…
Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!
Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)
Part 2
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For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.
One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.
From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.
You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.
Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.
Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.
Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.
Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…
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Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.
He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.
It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.
After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.
“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.
“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.
“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.
“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.
He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.
“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.
“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.
“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.
You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.
“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.
“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.
“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.
After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.
“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.
You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.
“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.
“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.
“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.
“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.
His place?
Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?
“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.
“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.
Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…
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You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.
“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.
“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.
“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.
Andy…
Baby…
“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.
After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.
“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.
“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.
Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.
“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.
“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.
Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.
He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.
“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.
When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.
“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.
“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.
You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.
Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.
“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.
“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.
You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.
“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.
“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.
Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.
“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.
You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.
“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.
“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.
Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.
Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.
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forchrisevans · 2 years
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Chris Evans at Jimmy Kimmel Live on June 07, 2022
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sheisraging · 7 months
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Chris Evans trying to control himself 'cause he sees a dog is so relatable to me.
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jesevans · 2 months
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Chris Evans and his beautiful beard 💙
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w1nter-wolf-barnes1 · 13 days
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Please let the gray show thru it’s extremely sexy!!!
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togrowoldinv · 2 years
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To Shave or Not to Shave
Chris Evans x Reader
When Chris notices the gray in his beard, you assure him that it still looks good
Note: This is inspired by the recent pics of Chris where you can see he’s starting to get a little gray in his beard. I hope y’all enjoy it!
Chris Evans Masterlist, Main Masterlist
“Hey Chris, are you about ready to go?” You ask your boyfriend for the third time in as many minutes.
He doesn’t usually stall so much before going to dinner with his family and you begin to wonder if he’s okay.
“Just one minute, y/n,” he replies with a somewhat shaky voice that does nothing to soothe your worries about him.
“Chris, are you okay?” You ask, knocking on the bathroom door.
There’s a delay before he replies and he opens the door as he does. He’s got a hair razor in hand and an unsure look on his face.
“I think I’m going to shave it,” he says.
“What? Why?” You reply, completely caught off guard by his sudden urge to shave his beard.
“It’s- I just I think it’s time,” Chris says, but you catch the way he’s looking down at this feet like a kid does when they are hiding the truth.
“Babe, what’s going on? If you wanted to shave it just to shave it then I really think you’d have done it by now,” you say softly. At your concern, Chris puts the razor on the bathroom counter.
“Okay I’ll tell you, but don’t make fun of me,” he says shyly.
“Chris, I think you know I only make fun of you for two things: wearing that belt you have had for ages and-“
“My really old iPhone,” he finishes and you both laugh.
“Exactly, yes. So you can tell me what’s going on, babe. You know I’ve got you.”
He reaches for your hand and takes it gently.
“It’s the gray,” he says simply.
“The gray?”
“In my beard. It’s starting to get a little gray and I don’t know I guess I’m a little insecure about it,” Chris says.
“Hey, I happen to love your beard. And the gray is really blending well. I think you look amazing with it, Chris,” you say genuinely.
“Are you sure? I mean I like my beard and don’t really want to shave but the gray might be a reason to. It’s not exactly cool,” he says.
“No, it is cool. It’s part of life, babe. And honestly, if I’m being real, it’s really hot on you,” you say and he smirks at you.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, one hundred percent,” you say. You walk closer to him and he wraps you in a hug.
“I love you, y/n. Thank you for being so kind,” Chris says as he kisses your head.
“I love you too, Chris. Thank you for being so wonderful,” you say.
You two hug for a few moments and stay intertwined for a sweet kiss.
“I’m not going to shave it,” Chris says and you nod.
“I think that’s a good call, babe. It looks really great with your fluffy hair. Ready to go now?”
“Yeah, let’s go to dinner. And afterwards maybe we can find out how hot you think I am?” Chris asks playfully and you feel heat rush up your neck. “We can at least watch the Red Sox game, right?”
“Maybe so,” you reply as cooly as you can and he smiles at you with what you think is the cutest smile in the world. You really do love Chris and his graying beard.
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macverse · 1 year
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Thrist
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You may have teased Chris just a bit too far and now you have to pay for it. Not that you're complaining.
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"Hold still," Chris rasps, his voice low and gravelly. He only has one hand free so he can't pin me down the way I know he likes.
"Can't help it," I manage between waves of pleasure. I involuntarily squirm again, bucking my hips against the toy causing Chris to pull it away and shut it off. “Y/N, if you can't keep still I'll just stop right now."
"No,” I pleaded. Damn it, I was so close just now. Besides the toy in Chris's hand, the man occupying my field of vision is more than enough to encourage multiple orgasms out of me. We'd been in the middle of undressing after a fancy night out when Chris suddenly pinned me down on the bed and started playing with all of my sensitive spots. Kneeling before me while I'm pliant on my back, is not only a very sexy man but a very sexy man in his boxer briefs, unbuttoned dress shirt framing his sculpted bare chest, still perfectly coiffed hair and the begins of a bulging erection that I desperately want inside of me.
"Well be a good girl Y/N and I'll let you come,” he teases and brings the toy back to my clit. He quickly increases the speed with a devilish glint in his eyes and I gasp at the increased stimulation. Somehow I manage not to squirm this time. I'm so fucking close I can feel it. The muscles between my spread thigh are flexing and fluttering anticipating release.
“Chris…” I whine knowing the fall into orgasm is just within reach but the mad bastard switches the toy off again, “Yes darling? Is there something you needed?"
"Fucking asshole,” I chastise him with a flirty smile on my face as I writhe in frustration at the failed orgasm.
"Language,” he replies, causing me to giggle...
Read the rest on my AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44538361
I honestly blame @thirstaidkitpodcast for this. I also thank thirst aid kit podcast for this cause the title was easy.  I hope you kinky freaks enjoy.
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missus-rogers · 1 year
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🤎🤎🤎🤎
#whatif
#romanogers
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Deep Tissue
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Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: Steve offers to stretch you out after a fight.
Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Nomad Steve, Bearded Steve, Dominant Steve, Sensual Massage, Scolding, Teasing, Dry Humping, Neck Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Finger Sucking, Body Worship
Word Count: 1.3k+
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His hand slides under your shirt near the small of your back, the roughened texture of his fingertips stirring you from your slumber as they press softly against your skin. You can just barely feel the thin cloth of your t-shirt folding in on itself, collecting around his wrist as he smooths his way up your torso, exposing it to the harsh chilly air of your bedroom. He takes his time increasing the pressure on his path as you begin to wake, kneading the muscle that connects your shoulder blade to your spine as you turn your head to face him.
“Mmm,” You hum as your eyelids flutter apart, taking in the blurry image of him behind you as his thumb presses deep into your skin. “That feels good.”
“How many times do I gotta tell you to stretch after a fight?” He adjusts his position on the bed to get closer to you, his hip flush with yours as he moves his other hand to the opposite side of your back.
“At least one more,” you mumble, the pressure he’s putting on your muscles quickly outweighed by the pleasure of release that comes directly after. “I was going to, but I fell asleep.”
“Uh huh,” he teases, biting his lower lip as his hands carefully glide over the back of your neck. He always seems to know exactly where you need him. His thumbs, palms and fingers all magically relieve the tension in your body as they glide across your flesh, sending currents of warmth deep into your neck and shoulders. “Is that why you’re so tight?” He pushes both thumbs up into your hairline as you exhale.
“We’re not all super soldiers, you know.” You let your eyelids fall shut again as he slowly makes his way back down your form, a quiet moan leaving your lips as he nears your hips.
“I would have helped if you’d come to me. Now you’re so stiff, I don’t know if I can fix it.”
He repeats the soothing motion over again, venturing up higher into your scalp with all five of his fingers before traversing all the way across your frame and down to your biceps, straining the tiny threads that hold your shirt together. He can feel your body reacting to him like it always did, the curves of your spine rolling like waves on the ocean, eager to pull him in with the tide as he navigates his palms over the roaring ache of your overworked muscles. He treads new waters each time he passes over you, testing the nerves near your tailbone and hips as they push back against him, begging for more.
“Steve,” you whine, lifting your pelvis as he barely glides his thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear. “Please.” You turn your head just far back enough to make eye contact, locking onto those crystal blues to make sure he sees how serious you are.
“Please, what?” That tiny change of tone in his voice tells you all you need to know about where he’s headed, his soft bedroom whisper now painted with a stern hunter green tambre. He holds your gaze as he increases his pressure in the middle of your glutes, smirking only as your lips turn down in frustration, his hands finding their way up your spine once more.
He knows how to drive you completely crazy, to touch you just enough around each area to get you primed and ready for contact before pulling away and focusing on something else. It was a game the two of you started playing with each other months ago, seeing how long you could last before you broke down and begged for him to touch you where it counts. You could never quite predict when his darker side was going to come out, though; when his teases would turn into taunts, his kisses into bites and his requests into demands. It was cruel yet delicious, the shift seeming to come faster every time the two of you were together, his reserved front falling by the wayside as he took on a slightly more… authoritative role with you behind closed doors.
“Please, I,” you stammer, trying your best not to let the growing moisture between your legs distract you from forming a coherent thought as you keen against his palms. “I umm…”
The mattress creaks beneath him as he moves his hand to your neck, shifting his weight to lean forward with a brisk tug of your hair. “Are you going to ask me for what you want?” He tugs even harder, whispering his question into your ear. “Huh?”
There it is.
Instead of waiting for you to respond, he lifts his leg up to straddle your thighs, a quiet grunt leaving his lips as he exhales.
“Yeah,” you manage to mumble. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hips settle in just below your center, his tight grip in your hair relenting for a split second as he adjusts his point of gravity to his knees. You can smell the remnants of his cologne as the natural scent of his body overpowers it, turning you on even more as he nestles his chin into the nape of your neck.
“I’m waiting.”
FUCK.
“I want you to help stretch me out,” you finally confess, groaning as he pulls on your hair even tighter. “Please,” you add, practically begging. “Please stretch me out, Steve.”
“Yeah? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He kisses that patch of skin between your ear and hairline, his beard brushing against it as his lips peck down the back of your neck, sending a rush of warmth into your core. “I can do that.”
You gasp as he grinds his hips into your thighs, deepening his kisses the further down he goes until he reaches the collar of your shirt. You can already feel him begin to grow beneath the cloth of his pants as he releases his fist from your hair, finally moving his hands in the direction you’ve been wanting them to go.
You whine in protest as he pulls his mouth off of you, giving himself enough room to take you in as he tugs the delicate cloth of your underwear down just above your thighs. It seems to last forever as he smooths his palms over your freshly exposed skin, sending goosebumps prickling over your cheeks before spreading them apart with his thumbs to get a better view. Your mouth falls open as you feel him slide his fingers down between your cheeks, dipping his index and middle fingers between your folds to collect your arousal.
“You feel that?” He spreads your moisture up and down your length, increasing his pressure every time he glides over your clit before deliberately rubbing his fingertips over it. “You’re already wet.” He leans forward again to make sure that you hear him, sliding those fingers of his deep inside your walls as you clench down around his hand, refusing to let go.
“Am I?” You can barely speak as he feels you from the inside, nearly drawing out all the air from your lungs as he goes deeper into your sex, stretching you out as promised, practically pushing you to the edge.
He guides his digits into you, slowly massaging your internal muscles with unmatched skill until he carefully pulls them out, smearing some of your juices onto your inner thigh. He brushes over your bud again, taking great care to send waves of bliss up into your belly, dozens of them building on top of the next with each stroke until they finally crest over in a torrential tidal wave of ecstasy. You can’t help but cry out as his ministrations sweep you away with the undertow, wreaking havoc on every nerve and muscle in your body as it begins to quake in the all-encompassing current of sheer euphoria.
“Shhh, you’ll wake the neighbors,” he chides, still running his fingers over your delicate flesh as you rattle and hum beneath him, toes curling behind you with each new point of contact he still purposefully makes. “Now,” he smiles coyly, bringing his sopping wet fingers up to his mouth for a taste. “Let’s really stretch you out.”
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Oh really?
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ilovefandoms102 · 1 year
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Forbidden-Part 2*
Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader
Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?
Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵
Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut
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You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.
It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.
“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.
“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.
Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.
“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.
“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.
He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.
“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.
“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.
“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.
“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.
“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.
“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.
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You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.
“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.
You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.
“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.
“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.
Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.
“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.
“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.
“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.
You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.
“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.
“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.
“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.
This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.
“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.
Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.
After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.
Andy💘: Why am I in my office without you?
Uh oh…
Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me
Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight
Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy
Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass
You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.
“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.
“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.
“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.
“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.
“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.
“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.
Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.
“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.
“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.
“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.
“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.
You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.
“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.
“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.
Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.
“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.
“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.
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Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.
“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.
“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.
Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.
“Please?” he asked with another kiss.
Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.
“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.
“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.
“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.
“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.
After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.
“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.
“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.
“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.
“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.
“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.
You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.
“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.
“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.
You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.
“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.
“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.
“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.
“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.
“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.
“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.
“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.
“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.
“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.
Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.
Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.
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