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Truth | Embry Call

Word Count: 5.4K Paring: Embry Call x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@come-on-darling-honey | @treatiseofselena | @pinkdragonfandream-blog] Story Description: Embry and (Y/N) getting together was inevitable, and it seemed that the universe concurred. A/N: The requests didn't have any details so I grouped them together (hope that's okay.) I've never gravitated toward Embry so at first I had no idea what or how to write this.But I hope I did him justice with this fluffy friend-to-lovers. Now, I will definitely post more about him because I fell in love with my version of him 🤭🤭 Also, I'm trying to organize myself and my writing to upload more consistently, but chronic illnesses, family, and life always get in the way. Thank you to all of you who have bear with me for so long 🤍🤍 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Truth | Embry Call Oneshot

For the longest time, it had always been Jake, Quil, Embry, and (Y/N). The four of them had been friends since their childhood and had quickly become inseparable. If one was in sight, the probability that the other three were close behind was high. The group was simply thick as thieves.

But there were two in particular that grew closer than the others.

(Y/N) and Embry seemed to gravitate toward each other. Even when the four friends were together, the duo would be standing side-by-side. They understood each other in a way that Jake and Quil did not. Even without words, they could speak a language that no one else could understand.

“You guys should just get together already,” Jacob had teased one day. “I mean, we all know it’s gonna happen sooner or later. Any day now you’ll tell us you’re a couple.”

“Oh please, Jake,” Quil laughed. “These two would be single their whole lives before they admit they like each other.”

(Y/N) had thrown pieces of popcorn at them, chuckling dryly at their statements. “We’re just friends, guys,” she retorted. “With that logic, you and Quil should get together too.”

“It’s just a joke, (Y/N). There’s no need to get so pissed.”

“I’m not,” she quickly defended. “It’s just annoying that you guys bother us so much about it.”

At that moment, Embry walked into the living room. He was quiet, as always, but vigilant. His eyes fell quickly onto (Y/N)’s. He could tell in an instant that something —more like someone— had made her feel embarrassed.

“Guys, leave her alone already,” he quickly defended. “Can we not go one night without you guys bothering her?”

“You don’t even know what happened!” Jake whined. “You always take her side.”

“Well, 99% of the time you guys did actually do something to her,” Embry responded. “And I would bet everything I have that it’s not a 1% kind of occasion.”

Quick and Jake slouched into the sofa, crossing their arms over their chests in defeat. Even though they were all similar in age, there was a sense of maturity in Embry that was unparalleled. At the end of the day, he was the voice of reason within the group.

“There we go again. Her knight in shining armor,” Jake grumbled. “And they say they don’t have a thing for each other.”

After the movies were done, Quil had long gone, and Jake mumbled something about going to bed, Embry offered to walk (Y/N) home. It was something he had accustomed to doing but it still made her stomach do a turn on itself.

“So, what were those idiots talking about?”

“The usual,” she sighed. Her hand was inches away from his. A simple stumble and she could have intertwined them. “How one day you and I will become a couple because of how well we get on.”

“Oh,” he said coyly.

“I know I should be used to it by now, but it can get pretty annoying, pretty fast.”

Embry’s heart started to race as he listened to her words. He knew just how infuriating their friends could be, especially when it came to bothering people. But it only upset him because he did like her.

At some point in time, his best friend had turned into the girl that he loved. She had become the protagonist of all of his fantasies, the reason for having a smile on his face, what he looked forward to every day. Somehow, she had become his center.

“Why do you find it annoying?” Embry managed to croak out, suddenly finding his hands more interesting than the road ahead. “Like would it be that terrible?”

“No,” she answered quickly. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was repulsed by him. Because all she wanted was him.

Much like Embry, she didn’t know when that shift had happened. He was her best friend, her closest confidant, the only person that knew her better than she knew herself. But somewhere along the line, her heart would flutter at his nearness, a smile painted on her face at the mention of his name, her eyes trailed to his in every room they were in.

“I don’t, uh. I don’t think it would be terrible,” she spoke meekly. “Do you?”

They stopped in their tracks, finally facing each other.

“I could never find being with you terrible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. With a surge of bravery, his hand lifted to her face, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “It would honestly be a dream come true.”

(Y/N) gasped quietly at the sudden touch. Her breath hitched in her throat and her hand flew to grasp at his forearm. “Embry, w-what… what’re you saying?”

“I like you, (Y/N), and I have for a long time,” he told her. His brown eyes stared intensely into hers, looking for any sign that he was losing her. “I’m not sure when it happened but one day you slipped into my head and you have not left it since. That’s why it doesn’t bother me. Because deep down I’ve always hoped that day would come.”

“Embry, I…” She stammered searching for her words, but nothing came out.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he said sadly. “But I had to tell you already. It’s been eating me up inside for a long time and I had to confess before it consumed me completely.”

“No, Embry, I do,” she choked on her words, feeling the knot in her throat tightening as she spoke. Even if he was saying exactly what she had wanted to hear, emotions overwhelmed her. “God, I like you too. For a while now. I just never had the courage to say anything because I didn’t want to lose your friendship. You mean a lot to me.”

“So we’ve been tip-toeing around each other for no reason then?” Embry laughed. “Are we seriously that oblivious to feelings?”

“It appears so,” she responded with a chuckle. “What does this mean for us, Em? Where do we go from here?”

“Well, first, I was thinking I could kiss you,” he smiled. “Can I?”

“I would die if you didn’t.”

His hands cradled her face softly, his thumbs caressing over the apex of her cheekbones. He nuzzled his nose against hers, teasing her lips with his. He ghosted over the pink of her skin, wishing to the gods that he wasn’t in another one of his dreams.

When he finally gave in, his lips crashed into hers and he could swear he felt the earth around him stop. There was no gravity, no air, no cold or warmth, it was simply him and (Y/N), and that was all that existed on Earth.

“What’re we gonna tell the guys?” (Y/N) said as soon as they parted for air. “They’ll never let us live this down. And, honestly, I don’t think I could stand their pestering once they know they were right.”

“We don’t have to tell them,” he responded, intertwining his hand with hers comfortingly as they continued their walk to her home. “We can have this just for ourselves for the time being. It will be our little secret.”

“As much as I would love to shout it from the rooftops,” she smiled brightly. “But I like this too. Having something that is just for us. Something they can’t ruin.”

“That does sound great, actually.”

“Good. Because I don’t want anyone to ruin this. Especially not those two.”

And for a couple of months, it was perfect. To their friends, it was business as usual. They were as friendly as ever, always by each other’s side, and taking Quil and Jake’s teasing with a grain of salt. No one could have known just how true their jokes had become.

They got around with stolen glances, hidden corners, and nights. And how they loved their nights. They would spend hours curled up in each other’s arms after Embry would sneak into her room. They would talk about nothing and everything, they would sleep, and they would kiss.

It was an easy routine to follow and they fell into it quickly and perfectly. In the morning, they were the best of friends. At night, they were falling more and more in love.

At least, that’s what (Y/N) had thought.

She had fallen for him. Deeply. He meant everything to her and she thought the feeling was mutual. But when the first week of the second semester of their junior year came to a start and Embry had disappeared, she knew something was wrong.

Not only had he missed school, but he also had completely iced out Jake, Quil, and, most importantly, (Y/N). He wouldn’t answer her calls, he stopped coming over, and he was nowhere to be found. Even his mother had told her that he wasn’t acting like himself and she was very surprised at his behavior.

What none of them knew —what she didn’t know— was that Embry was going through the most surreal of transformations. He wanted to tell his friends, he wanted to tell her everything.

Yet, bringing them into a world where the stories the elders told around the bonfire were real was something he could not do. Even if it meant that they never talked again, he would make sure to keep them safe from the dangers they did not know were real.

He did everything he could to avoid (Y/N) specifically. He would never say it, or even think it now, but he was scared he’d do to her what Sam had accidentally done to Emily. Love wouldn’t protect her from what he was and what he could do to her. Avoiding her hurt, but not as much as it would if he did anything to her.

But that Friday, after he had missed a whole week of school and he’d expertly avoided his group of friends for the past four days, everything had changed. As Embry walked the halls, careful not to run into any of his three friends, his eyes caught hers.

That’s when it happened. The moment that changed his entire world. It hadn’t been meeting his friends, it hadn’t been his first kiss with (Y/N), and it hadn’t been his first phase as a shapeshifter. It was the universe telling him that it was her, and it would always be her.

And it scared him.

As she tried to move through the sea of students to get to him, all he could do was run away. Though deep down he hoped it was her once he knew what imprinting was, his fears of repeating history had grown.

“Embry!” He heard her call out. “ Embry, wait!”

But he was already out the doors and running to the only place he could think of. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his heart was tugging at his chest, begging to be with the piece that was missing from it.

He opened the door to the small house, hoping anyone was inside. His breathing was staggered and his chest was hammering. He was panicking and had no idea how to make it stop.

“Woah, Embry,” Sam called out. “I’m gonna need you to calm down, okay? You’ve gotta breathe, Call. Breathe.”

“She’s… and I didn’t… I don’t,” he tried to speak.

“Slow down, Embry.”

“I can’t… I can’t do this to her,” the boy managed to croak out. “Not her.”

“Is this about you imprinting today?”

“How did you…?”

“Mind link, Embry,” the alpha reminded him. “I know everything that happens to you. Who is she?”

Embry sighed deeply, taking a seat at the dining table. “She’s my best friend,” he said. “And these past few months she became so much more.”

“She’s your girlfriend then?”

“Well, we never labeled it as much,” he responded. “But kind of. Yeah.”

“Then why are you so worried? This is the best-case scenario.”

“I don’t want to put her in danger. And her knowing the truth would put her right in the middle of it.”

“And you don’t want what happened to Emily to happen to her,” Sam said softly. Embry’s eyes went wide as he realized what the man had said, quickly struggling to find a redeeming answer. “Don’t worry, Call. I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone, for that matter. And as scary as it is to tell her the truth, you have to. As the days go by, you will both find it harder and harder to keep away from each other. It will be physically painful to stay apart.”

“I can’t do that to her. She deserves to be safe,” he silently sobbed. “The further away she is from me, the better it will be for her. I can’t hurt her if I’m not with her.”

Sam couldn’t help but feel pity for the boy. He had been in that very position not too long ago, running from the people he loved, fearing the hurt he could cause them. But he also knew how he could cause just as much pain by staying away.

“Look, Embry, I won’t tell you what you have to do,” he said. “But speaking from experience, running away does more harm than good. Whether you like it or not, she is now a part of this world and the best way to protect her is by telling her the truth. Unlike with your mom, the secret of our tribe has to be shared with our imprints. She’s gonna need to understand why it hurts so much to stay away from you.”

“What if things go bad?” Embry asked dolefully. “What if telling her pushes her away regardless?”

“That is just something you’ll have to leave to chance,” Sam sighed. “But if you need any backup if you choose to tell her, you know Emily and I are here and happy to help.”

“Thanks, Sam,” the boy responded. “But I think this is something I have to do by myself. I’m gonna tell her tonight and hope for the best.”

“Well, I’ll be doing patrol tonight. So, if at my point you need me, just call out.”

---

“Wait, you actually saw him here?” Jake asked that afternoon as the three friends left the school. “I heard he was back but I have not seen him the whole week.”

“He was standing in the middle of the hallway this morning and I tried to get to him,” (Y/N) explained. “But he ran away and literally disappeared. What the hell is going on with him?”

“Apparently he’s been sneaking out of his house for a while now,” Quil added, making (Y/N)’s heart wrench in her chest. “And his mom says he wasn’t home that week he skipped school.”

“I heard he’s been hanging out with Sam Uley’s gang,” Jake whispered. “That could explain why he’s acting so weird. He got involved with some shady shit.”

“Guys, this is Embry we’re talking about,” the girl defended, holding onto any hope that he was still the boy she loved. “Do you really think he would do something like that?”

“You keep trying to defend your little boyfriend but it’s clear he wants nothing to do with any of us,” Jake spat.

“He’s our friend, Jake,” (Y/N) seethed. “Sorry for actually believing there might be something else happening other than he might have joined a dangerous gang and has left us for dead.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Whatever, guys. I’ll see you on Monday.”

She left both boys dumbfounded and disappeared into her home. Once inside she crashed against her front door and allowed the tears that were stinging her eyes to flow free.

(Y/N) couldn’t accept that she had truly lost Embry. She couldn’t admit that she had fallen for someone that could act like she meant nothing to them, that could forget every moment they spent together, that could ignore everything they had admitted to her. She had trusted him with her heart and he had decided to shatter it without another thought.

Somehow she had made her way to her bedroom and had crashed on her bed. When her eyes fluttered open again the sun had completely set and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. In the darkness, she searched for her phone, feeling the need to apologize to Quil and Jake for snapping at them.

Yet, her screen lit up with Embry’s caller ID, showing her that it was the fifth call in the last twenty minutes. She debated answering the phone, wanting to make him feel just like she had the last two weeks.

But her resolution was too weak.

“What?” (Y/N) spat.

“Come to your window.”

She walked to her window, her gaze falling on his figure on the road. Tears were quick to form in the corners of her eyes, her emotions close to their bursting point. “What do you want, Embry?” she asked through the phone, careful to keep her voice from cracking. “It’s late.”

“I know, but I really need to talk to you, (Y/N).”

“So, you show up after two weeks of dead silence. Your hair is all chopped up, you’ve got a tattoo, and apparently, you’ve been hanging with Sam Uley’s gang. And you just come here and tell me now you wanna talk,” she scoffed. “Give me one reason why I should give you the time of day after all that?”

“I know I don’t deserve another chance and you have every right to turn me away right now,” he told her. “But I promise if you give me a couple of minutes I can explain everything to you. After that, you can decide what you want to do. Please, (Y/N).”

She kept quiet for a second, knowing that she didn’t have much to think about. Her heart knew exactly what she would answer before she could say it out loud. “Fine,” she said. “You’ve got ten minutes.”

“Alright,” he smiled. “Come down.”

She couldn’t help the eagerness that overtook her as she wrapped a jacket around her and silently slipped out the door. And once she was face to face with him, it took everything in her not to run and wrap her arms around Embry.

“Hey,” he smiled softly at her. “Been a while.”

“Not really in the mood for jokes, Embry,” she responded. “I came out here to hear you explain. So explain.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna need us to move into the woods.”

“I’m not going into the woods with you, Em. Just tell me already.”

“Look, I know this is weird but I need you to trust me, okay?” he asked giving her those puppy dog eyes that she had missed so much. The same eyes he’d give her when he begged for a kiss or when he pleaded for a couple of more minutes away from their friends. “Please.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “But your time is down to eight minutes.”

“Alright. Just, come on.”

Without thinking, he took hold of her hand, leading her to the darkness of the woods, searching for a place where no passersby could accidentally see him.

(Y/N) found herself allowing him to drag her, remembering just how comforting his warmth was. Especially on such a cold night in January, it surprised her just how high his temperature felt.

Once they were deep enough and Embry had halted them to a stop, she forced herself to drop his hand. She didn’t want him to forget the anger that still rushed through her veins, the disappointment that had found a home in her heart, and the hurt that she felt in every inch of her body.

“Go ahead,” she told him, crossing her arms across her chest to keep them from reaching toward him.

“Alright, first of all, I want to apologize for disappearing like that. It wasn’t fair to you or the guys. But you need to understand that I couldn’t tell you at the beginning,” he started. “(Y/N), what I’m about to tell you is gonna sound like the biggest lie you have heard, and you might even think that I’ve lost my mind. Still, everything I say is the honest truth.”

“Em, you’re scaring me,” she responded. “What’re you talking about?”

Embry took a deep breath, finding every ounce of strength to be able to finally tell her the truth, to wrap her in the web of the supernatural and hope he was strong enough to keep her from the dangers of it. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to think back to all the stories our parents and the elders would tell us around the bonfire,” he said. “How our Quileute ancestors were shapeshifters and how it was their job to protect our land. When we were kids we thought that those were only stories, myths to keep us children entertained. But it’s real, (Y/N). Those stories weren’t just fantasies, they are our history.

“The reason I disappeared was because I am now one of those shapeshifters. It happened the Saturday before starting school, at the back-to-school bonfire, when that guy was hitting on you when I walked away for a second,” he continued. His eyes never left hers, hoping —begging— that she believed him. “It happened so suddenly and I thought I was dying. I could feel anger taking over my entire body, filling me with this overheating rush that burned deep inside.

“It was Jared Cameron that found me. He pulled me into the woods and I was so angry that I couldn’t even process what was happening. He kept telling me to give in to the change to listen to my body and allow it to do what it needed to. Suddenly, my clothes were ripped to shreds and I was this huge wolf.

“After, Sam Uley and Paul Lahote joined him and walked me through shifting back, telling me to focus on my human form. It felt like everything around me was shaking, reacting to the way my body was transforming. And somehow, at just the right moment, I changed back into my human self.

“I spent that week learning to control my emotions so I wouldn’t trigger a phase in front of everyone, learning about our history and our role in the rez. It turns out, those guys aren’t a gang, they’re actually a pack and our job is to protect the reservation from anything, supernatural or not, that threatens our land. No one can know about our existence other than the elders and current pack members.”

“Wait, I don’t get it,” she stammered, her head spinning with all the information she was given. “This whole talk about wolves and supernatural beings… it’s crazy, Embry! A completely convoluted way of telling me it’s over.”

“I can show you,” he added. “Just don’t move even an inch from where you are right now.”

“What’re you…? Embry.”

He put some distance between them, making sure he was safely away from her. He removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, ensuring his clothes were close enough when he phased back. He knew just how impossible everything he had said sounded. If he hadn’t phased that night, there was no way he would have believed it.

But he needed her to believe him.

One second he was standing before her in human form, and the next, a tall gray wolf with black spots was staring her down. She stumbled back as her eyes met the animal’s, a slight rush of fear flowing through her veins.

Yet, she knew those brown eyes too well to be afraid for long. They were unmistakably Embry’s and they replaced her anxiety with a calming stream. Something about him was calling to her, beckoning her to come closer. There was no danger, there was no panic, there was only calm.

(Y/N) made her way closer to the creature, every step filling her with courage. The wolf didn’t move, his eyes simply followed her, waiting. Because he was the tactable answer to all of her questions.

Her shaking hand raised and landed on the soft fur of the wolf’s head. As soon as she made contact, Embry nudged it, giving her the confirmation she was looking for. It was him and it was all true.

“You’re a wolf,” she softly chuckled. “You’re in front of me right now and you’re a giant wolf.”

Embry let out a confirming growl that sounded almost like a laugh and nuzzled his nose against her. The small force knocked her back softly, siphoning from her the laugh he had missed hearing.

“But if no one is supposed to know about you guys, why are you telling me all this?” (Y/N) asked before realizing he could not answer in his form. “Change back already. I have so many questions.”

In the blink of an eye, Embry stood before her, scrambling to get dressed. “This is the most awkward part of phasing back,” he chuckled dryly. “It’s worse when you’re surrounded by guys you barely know.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” she sympathized. “Now, why me? Why am I the only one that you’re telling this to? Jake and Quil truly believe you’ve joined a gang and left us in the dust.”

“Well, as with most things, there is an exception to the rules. One person that is allowed to know everything, even if they’re not members of the pack,” he explained slowly. “There’s something that happens after your shift that involves that person. It’s called imprinting. I’m the most basic definition: it's a soulmate. You are unconditionally bound to this person for the rest of your life, becoming whatever it is that they need from you —a sibling, a friend, a partner. Anything.

“Your whole world changes,” he continued, his hands taking hers. “They become your gravity, your very reason for living. Even being apart feels physically painful. Everything falls secondary to them, and all it takes is one look.”

“This morning,” she breathed. (Y/N) had felt something change when they had locked eyes in the hall. His absence had become a harrowing pit in her stomach. “But I…”

“The bond affects the imprint as well,” Embry answered before she could ask. “But nothing happens without them wanting it. You are only what the imprint wants.”

“So it’s me,” she said, trying to hold back tears, her eyes falling to where their hands were clasped. “Is that why you ran away this morning? Because you imprinted on me? Was it… did you not want it to be me?”

“No! I mean yes! I wanted it to be you,” he rapidly scrambled for his response. “But I was afraid of what the implications of you being my imprint would be.”

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, I could never forgive myself if I was the reason you were ever in danger,” Embry started, his hand cradling her cheek to lift her gaze to his, wiping away the strand that had fallen. “But what I was most afraid of was that it would make you feel things that you might not have felt had it not been for this supernatural intervention.”

“I’m not following, Em.”

“Look, (Y/N), I love you —I’m in love with you. And I have been for a long time,” he confessed. “And even though I know you like me and we spent all this time together, I was afraid that if you felt more for me it would be because of the imprint bond and not really how you would have felt without it.”

Finally, it was her turn to comfort him. “Em, I think I’ve loved you since the moment we met,” she grinned. “I don’t need a supernatural link to tell me how I have felt about you for the majority of my life. And I understand why you had to keep all of this from us. As much as I would love for Jake and Quil to know how much of an amazing badass my boyfriend is, we know how well I can keep a secret.”

Embry’s eyes opened wide at the word, loving how it sounded coming from her lips. “Boyfriend? You called me your boyfriend!”

“Is that not what you are?”

“Yes. Yes! And you’re my girlfriend!” he exclaimed as he hugged her waist tightly, twirling her in a hug. “God, being without you has made this the worst two weeks of my life.”

“I can tell,” she teased. “I mean you lost my favorite thing about you. I’m really gonna miss your hair.”

“Unless you braid the wolf’s hair, I’m afraid we’re stuck with the short hair for a while.”

“I can work with that as long as you don’t ever disappear like that again.”

“I promise I will never willingly do that,” he responded. “I can assure you these past two weeks have been hell.”

“Well, we won’t have that time back. But we can make sure we don’t lose any more.”

“I like the sound of that,” he grinned.

He placed both hands on either side of (Y/N)’s face, nuzzling his nose to hers as he had done the first time they kissed. He breathed in her scent. He listened to the patter of her heart, to the sound of her breath. He took her in completely at the moment, memorizing how she looked when they told each other they loved one another.

“Are you gonna make me wait?” she let out a strangled breath. “Or are you gonna kiss me already?”

“You waited two weeks already,” he teased.

“So I’ve waited long enough,” she bit back. “Now kiss me, you dork.”

Finally, he crashed his lips onto hers and everything felt like it had fallen where it was supposed to. There had never been secrets between them, and, now, there never had to be any more. The universe had simply confirmed what they already felt.

---

“Well, Quil, looks like you’re gonna have to pay up, my man,” Jake joked a couple of months after that fateful night. All discord between the friends had died the second the boys that were kept in the dark phases as well. “I told you these two had been together for a while.”

“No, you owe me,” he retorted. “They got together closer to the timeline I had set.”

“Actually,” Embry interjected, his arm draped over (Y/N)’s shoulders. “If you look at the board of bets, you’ll see that I had put down the actual date and time that we got together.”

“But that’s not fair! When we made that bet board we had no idea you two were actually together,” Quil whined. “There’s no way that should be an admissible bet.”

“Not knowing the facts doesn’t exempt you from it,” (Y/N) chuckled. “A bet that falls under the set rules for that pile will remain intact, even if it’s under a loophole.”

“Of course you’ll say that, (Y/N),” Jake scoffed. “He’s your boyfriend after all.”

“Don’t forget imprintee,” she grinned. “Now, both of you, cough up those twenty bucks.”

Later that afternoon and forty bucks richer, (Y/N) and Embry sat in the Uley’s backyard, watching the other boys playing football farther away from the bonfire Sam had started. They had curled up together under a blanket, enjoying the fact that they were together, and the world seemed to grant them a day of peace.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Embry whispered into her ear, pressing her tighter to him. “Because I do. So much.”

“Hm,” she smiled, melting into his touch. “You’ve told me once or twice. But I’ll never get tired of hearing it. Because I love you too.”

“And I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

“Good,” she beamed. “Because you’re stuck with me until the end.”

“Couldn’t think of a better life than that.”

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✨ 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝘼𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ✨

1. When will you update x fic?/ Do you have an estimated time of when you will post the next chapter?

I almost never have an estimated time because this is literally not possible unless the fic is like almost done. I post the fic the moment I finish it, before that I have no idea if it’ll take me a day to finish what’s left, or two months.

2. Will there be a part 2 to x fic?

Majority of my fics are stand alone oneshots. So, unless otherwise stated, I will not be writing a part 2 to most of my fics, especially oneshots that I wrote in like 2022… So next time, if you are wondering if I’m going to do a part 2 to a oneshot that isn’t part of a chaptered fic, check the date of it. Published in 2022? Yeah, I’m not doing a part two.

3. Why do you no longer write x fic?

I don’t want to. I lost inspiration for it. I’m just not feeling it anymore. If I’ve removed it from my masterlist, it’s safe to say I’m no longer writing it and clearly don’t want to answer questions about it.

4. What does POYT stand for?

It stands for Preying on You Tonight which is an alpha Steve Rogers fic I wrote. You can find it on my Steve Rogers masterlist.

5. Why do you hate Andy Barber?

I used to just joke around and say I hated him but then I actually gave myself the ick. It’s a running joke on my blog that I hate him and everyone kinda plays along. I have the ick for Andy Barber because he gives cold, unsafe vibes, he gives Disney adult vibes, he cannot satisfy a woman, he is assistant district attorney instead of main district attorney etc etc. And no, I have not seen a single episode of Defending Jacob.

More to be added.

#faq #frequently asked questions #blog maintenance #I wanna add this as a link to my navigation and bio but links aren’t working atm on the app #like I’ve been trying since yesterday rip #but I’ll do it once tumblr sorts itself out lol

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Howdy love 37, 40, 27 and 28 (and if youre eyeballing one and someone hasnt prompted you yet, do that)

oh my GOD BLUE I DIDN'T SEE THIS BEFORE i am ashamed i am melting into the floor i am so sorry ily please forgive me

27. How do you feel about collaborations? I love reading them, but I've rarely broached actually actively writing them. I think the closest I've gotten is with dear Mags with our BishBrat posts.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I mean you're on that list, Blue. Obvs. You brilliant lovely prolific maverick.

Also @massivecolorspygiant. Mags is an absolute darling and her fics make me wanna nom everyone she writes for. I don't think she means to write them so biteably but...She does.

Also also @charnelhouse. The variety? ? The molten hot smut? ? The angst? ? The feels? ? Iconic.

I'm adding a cut here for 37 and 40 'cause the answers are gonna be....Long

37. Talk about your current wips.

Oh......Hoookay.

Well there's Kinktober, which has been a wild ride. I'm doing my best not to repeat characters so I'm writing for 31 different characters. I'm still shuffling things about in my spreadsheet.

The main fics I'm posting right now are If You Can't Take the Heat, You Spin Me Right Round, and To Have Loved and Lost, all for characters that honestly did not pull me in right away (except for George Russell, lord above) and then I could not get them out of my head.

The fics/wips that I'm working on actively that aren't posted are mainly:

Original fiction (3 books that I'm just fucking around with to be honest)

A Tangerine x Reader x Raymond Smith fic that has yet to be named (but is beta-named The Mark of a Gentleman)

An Oberyn x Reader x Ellaria fic called Hollow

That Yeehaw Motherfucker (I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON IT BLUE I have four chapters written so far)

A Kendall Roy x Reader fic called Ken-Doll and the Ugly Fuckling

A Marcus Pike mini-series called Stress Relief

I've got a few other mult-chaptered works and stories in my oneshots folder that are getting shuffled around, you know. Poked in on now and again.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Oh christ I've really had to think about this one

OH you know what

I ended I Could Be Your Sometimes with Andy Barber and the Reader breaking up for good.

To be totally honest, I had a sequel planned where Andy comes back into her life during the events of Defending Jacob, but some people were so fricking rude with me about the story that I just scrapped it. I still think about writing it sometimes, but I don't know if I wanna incite that...Again. Like I totally feel/get the idea that we write for ourselves and we choose to share it, but the scant attention that fic got made me uncomfortable. Like a lot of people were like 'so when are you gonna fix it', 'when's the next part being posted' after I explicitly said that I wouldn't be writing it anymore and I...Did not like that.

#asks #replies #I'M SORRY BLUE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS ily #ask meme

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writing-my-own-ending · 2 years

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Taking Prompts and Ideas for fanfiction ones oneshots! Fandoms listed below; I write for a variety of ships either reply to this post or DM me!

Fandoms:

911

Agents of Shield

Almighty Johnsons

Avengers/MCU

Being Human UK

Bones

Boondock Saints

Breakfast with Scot

Breakout Kings

Criminal Minds

CSI Miami

CSI NY

Daredevil

Defenders

Defending Jacob

Degrassi

Doctor Who

The Expanse

Fast and Furious

The Fosters

Game of Thrones

Ghost Whisperer

Gifted

Gilmore Girls

The Glades

Glee

Gossip

Graceland

Hansel & Gretel Witch Hunters

Hart of Dixie

Harry Potter

Heartland

Heroes

The Hobbit

House

How to Train Your Dragon

Hunger Games

Jurassic World

L Word

Les Mis

Lord of the Rings

Love Simon

Me Before You

Merlin

Night Shift

Numb3rs

Once Upon a Time

One Tree Hill

The Outsiders

Perks of Being a Wallflower

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pitch Perfect

Political Animals

Pretty Little Liars

Real Steel

Rent

Rookie Blue

Shameless

Sinister

Speechless

Sons of Anarchy

Star Trek 2009

Star Wars

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Ten Inch Hero

Trollied

Torchwood

Twilight

Vampire Diaries

Vikings

Walking Dead

Weeds

What Maisie Knew

Whispers

White Collar

X-Men (Movies)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Zoo

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jadegrey711 · 3 years

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Trouble

Soft dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! So recently I’ve become absolutely obsessed with both @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 who both write absolutely amazing stuff and I want to be them when I grow up. So when I found out Siri was doing a 5k writing challenge i figured i’d throw my hat in the ring and maybe get out of this depression writing slump.

So I decided to make a vey very very! Soft!Dark Andy Barber x Fem!Reader. Seriously it’s like Dark Light lol. But I hope you all like it! I hope to do another one before the month is over but let’s see shall we?

*NOT MY GIF. Credit in the TAGS*

Word Count:1484

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake.

WARNINGS: Sexual Situations (18+ ONLY), Overstimulation, possessive Andy, deeply jealous Andy, Oral sex (F Receiving), Vaginal sex.

Other warnings include very mediocre writing.

He watched you from a distance as he continued talking with his fellow associates, making sure to keep a watchful eye on you as you chatted with the wives. He smirked to himself knowing you must be bored out of your mind, but you did it for him and he loved you for it.

Suddenly though, Andy watched as Neil Logiudice approached you from behind, putting a hand on your arm. You seemed startled for a minute and then smiled, putting your hand on top of his and Andy saw red.

He barely registered what the others in his group were talking about. Because his gaze was focused solely on you and Neil and how cozy you were in each other’s company. How you and the other women laughed at some joke he made and about how in the three minutes he had been standing there he hadn’t been able to keep his fucking hands off of you. He felt like breaking each one of those fingers, making sure he let Neil know that he was never to touch you again. He could feel his whole body vibrate with violence as he continued watching, knowing you were none the wiser.

Neil was nice enough and he was an associate of Andy’s so when he put his hand on your arm to get your attention you let it slide, putting your hand on top of his and gave it a friendly pat fighting the urge to swat it away immediately. You were at a party full of Andy’s work friends and associates so making a scene over something small would not be a good impression on either your part or Andy’s; so you let it slide and you let the other four times he touched you slide as well. Even as you were mentally flinching each time he did it. After the fourth time you looked around the room for Andy, looking for an escape of some kind and immediately found him; across the room and boring holes into the back of Neil’s head with that dark gaze.

You took that as your cue to quickly excuse yourself, saying that it was getting rather late and you should go and find Andy. Everyone waved you off as you departed from the group and over to where Andy was.

“Hi honey.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his and while everyone else in the group was still talking you heard Andy sigh and grip your fingers back; turning his face towards your he gave you a small smile.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He whispered in your ear.

“Definitely!” You whispered back. Before you plastered a smile on your face as Andy said goodbye to everyone and then put his hand on the small of your back and guided you out the exit.

Later that night after you both had gotten home, gotten into bed and as Andy had your leg over his strong shoulder while he devoured your soul between your legs did he bring up Neil.

You writhed on the bed, your fingers tangled in Andy’s hair as you felt your orgasm coming on fast with the pace he was eating you out at. When suddenly Andy surprised you.

“You good friends with Neil now?” he asked nonchalantly against your folds, before he sucked harshly on your clit. Making you groan.

“What?” you asked confused at what he was possibly asking you right now as he was sucking all rational thought out through your pussy.

“Are you good friends with Neil?” He asked again, giving your clit another harsh suck. And you felt your legs convulse.

“What the fuck Andy?” You asked but the sound of his name was more of a moan as he added two of his fingers and pumped your sweet pussy.

Andy didn’t give for a minute as he continued to suck and lick at your folds until you finally came, but instead of gently working you through your orgrasm, his fingers kept their harsh pace as he looked up at you.

“You seemed like real good friends when you let him put his fucking hands on you.” He growled as he placed an open mouth kiss on your pussy. His other hand pulling the hood of your clit back before placing another one of those kisses there and sucking it again.

“Fuck! Andy! I’m gonna come again.” you cried out, feeling that the pleasure was starting to be too much for you. But the way that you started to pull on Andy’s hair to pull him off or the way your hips turned away from him his touches didn’t deter him one bit as he continued with his interrogation.

He leaned up from you and watched his fingers stroke in and out of you before he added a third one, earning a low whine from you as you felt yourself building up to another orgasm.

“You didn’t answer my question sweetheart. Why did that fuck think he could put his hands on what is mine?”

“Andy.” you moaned, trying to get away from his touch but he wasn’t having any of that as he placed his heavy bicep over your stomach, keeping you there at his mercy.

You felt that sinful tongue run through your folds again, his thick beard scratching your thighs adding whatever sensations you were feeling to new heights. Then he pulled out his fingers so he could fuck you with his tongue now. Your third orgasm coming like a runaway freight train. You felt your toes curl as your third orgasm washed over you making you lift from the bed like Andy was performing an exorcism on you.

You felt tears in your eyes as you tried again to pull away from Andy’s touches feeling your thighs tremble uncontrollably now but Andy wasn’t stopping not until he got what he wanted from you; not until he got an answer for why Neil thought he could put his hands on what didn’t belong to him.

“Fuck Andy! Stop!” you sobbed. “He just came up to me. I didn’t want to make a scene about some guy putting his hand on my arm so I didn’t do anything about it. I knew you were right there if I felt uncomfortable and I did; so I left.” you cried out, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks. “Please honey stop.” you sobbed.

You watched in relief as Andy pulled his plump lips away from your aching pussy, and felt your pussy clench at the sight of his beard absolutely drenched in your juices. But your relief was short lived, as you saw the look in Andy’s eyes, the feral look they held in them.

“He made you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, but I came straight to you. Please Andy I can’t take it anymore baby please.” you whined.

“I should break everyone of his fingers for laying a fucking hand on what’s mine.” He said softly, placing chaste kisses on your inner thighs and you let out a small cry. You watched in relief as he climbed up the length of your body, and ladened you with soft hungry kisses, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“I love you.” he said softly, giving you another soft kiss. “I’m so glad that you felt that you could just come to me when you were feeling uncomfortable. I never want you to feel that way again so next time, you’ll just stay with me the whole time okay?”

You quickly nodded and kissed Andy back. You both just stayed there like that for a minute, him hovering and stretched over your body, ladening you with soft kisses before he pulled away from you and gave you a wicked smile.

“But I think you have one more in you baby.” he said and before you could even react. Andy grabbed the back of each of your legs, bringing you closer to him, before he swiftly impaled you with his achingly hard cock.

Andy set a brutal pace obviously trying to get you off one more time before he loses all control. You let out a high keen, and grabbed onto Andy, your nails raking down his back; a small revenge for him absolutely wrecking you tonight all because of some asshole touching you.

“I’m gonna fill you up so nicely baby. No one will ever have any doubt that you are mine.” he let out a low grown. “And that I’m yours.” he growled leaning down to suck and place kisses on your neck.

Without warning your orgasm crashed over you and you were sure that if Andy wasn’t there pressing down onto you, you would’ve snapped in half from the force of it. As Andy chased his own end, he kissed the tears that were flowing down your cheeks.

“Nothing fucks with my baby.”

#jade tries writing #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #Andy barber x reader #andy barber x fem reader #chris evans charcter #andy barber oneshot #a very very soft!dark Andy Barber #pretty much NNeil gets the reader in trouble #defending jacob #jadegrey writes #my writing #andy barber #defending jacob oneshot

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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best friend’s brother

pairing: andy barber x reader

summary: although you knew it was cliché, you had a tiny crush on your best friend’s older brother in high school, and while you never truly got over it, you stopped waiting for something to happen. you definitely didn’t think that you would end up hooking up with him in your best friend’s house fifteen years after high school.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, minors DNI

“Thank you.” You said, politely as you stepped out of your Uber with your suitcase. Your best friend since kindergarten, Emily, had invited you to spend a week at her house. You both hadn’t seen each other in months, and you both wanted to catch up and spend time together.

You walked up to the front door and knocked. The street was completely quiet, except for the sound of owls hooting. Your flight had been delayed by a few hours, so it was now eight o’clock at night.

You heard some shuffling before the door started to open. Instead of seeing Emily, you saw a tall broad-shouldered man. After your initial shock, it took you a second to recognize the man. “Andy?” You asked, not believing your eyes.

Your gaze ran over his muscular build and chiseled jawline. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” He asked, pulling you into a quick hug. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up when he touched you.

“I’ve been good. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You said, watching the way his eyes still sparkled. He reached out and grabbed your suitcase, effortlessly lifting it up. “Come in. I was just making dinner.” He invited you inside.

As you walked inside, you could smell the food cooking in the oven. “It’s smells amazing, Andy.” You followed him into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. You admired him as he stood across from you as he stirred the sauce that was on the stove. You had to admit, he looked hot while he was cooking.

“So, are you going to make me ask?” You asked him. He looked up to meet your eyes. “Ask what?” He said, playing dumb. He knew exactly what you meant. “Come on, Andy. You know what I mean.” You said, giggling and leaning in closer to him.

“Emily is letting me stay here for a few days because of the news. Ever since mine and Laura’s divorce broke, all the news stations are bringing up all the stuff from Jacob’s trial. I couldn’t stay at my house. There are reporters there everyday.” He explained, focusing his gaze on the food and not on you.

You hopped off your stool and walked around to stand next to him. You placed your hand lightly on his arm. “I’m sorry, Andy. I know that must be hard.” You said, sympathetically.

“I’m just glad that Jacob is off at college. I don’t want him to have to see any of this.” He said, honestly. He still couldn’t force himself to look at you; not while he was being so vulnerable. “You know what you should do?” You asked, jumping up to sit on the counter next to him.

He chuckled at your sudden chipper expression. “What?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. When, he finally looked up at you, you answered him. “You should get a dog or something. Jacob’s off at school, and you just got divorced. I don’t want you to be all alone.” You told him, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

A smile appeared on his face. “Or maybe a girlfriend. I don’t know, just throwing around ideas.” You suggested, testing the waters. Neither of you had ever been oblivious to the chemistry between you two. “And where would I find one of those?” He asked, taking a step closer to you.

All of a sudden, there was a tension in the air. “You probably wouldn’t have to look very far.” You said, almost at a whisper.

“So what about you?” He asked, returning to the sauce. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. “No, I definitely do not have a boyfriend.” You told him.

He chuckled while glancing over at you. “No, I meant why are you here?” He clarified. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Em and I had planned for me to come up for a visit because we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I’m assuming she didn’t realize we were both going to be here at the same time.” You told him, trying to change the subject away from you totally misinterpreting his question.

“Looks like you’re going to have a roommate.” He joked. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized Emily only had one guest bedroom. “So where is Emily?” You asked him, curiously.

“She went to go pick up Leo from a friends house.” He told you. Leo was Emily’s four year old son. He was a walking form of sunshine.

“Here, try this.” Andy said, bringing the wooden spoon to your mouth. He was intensely focused on you as you tasted the sauce. Your eyes lit up. “Andy, that is amazing. How did I not know you were such a good cook?” You asked, excitedly.

A small blush rose on his cheeks. “You really don’t have a girlfriend? With cooking skills like those?” You asked him. He was cute when he was flustered. “So what if I can cook? I married Laurie after I graduated from law school. I haven’t had to think about dating in years. I would just be an awkward mess now.” He told you.

“Well you just need some practice, and I can help you with that.” You told him, coyly. He turned to face you, completely abandoning his focus on the sauce. “Oh yeah?” He asked, standing between your legs. You got up the courage to run one of your hands through his hair.

He reached out to let his hands rest on your thighs, then the front door opened. You both jumped away from each other. Emily walked in the house, carrying a very tired Leo in her arms.

When her eyes landed on the both of you, you could see it all dawn on her. “Oh my god. I forgot you were coming today.” She said, her eyes growing wide.

“That’s alright. I kept her company.” Andy said, glancing over at you with a smirk. Leo opened his eyes and saw you on the other side of the room. As soon as he saw you, he was wide awake.

“Hey, little buddy.” You said, smiling at him. He nearly jumped out of his mom’s arms to run over to you. He ran right to you, giving you a hug. “Say goodnight to your aunt and your uncle, Leo. It’s past your bedtime.” Emily instructed.

He gave both you and Andy hugs. “I’ll tuck him in.” You said, scooping him up in your arms. You headed up the stairs towards the toddler’s bedroom. Then, as any good aunt would do, you put him in his bed and read him a bedtime story.

When you went to give him a kiss goodnight, he protested. “I need Henry.” He pouted. You recognized the name of his stuffed animal instantly. You desperately looked around the room for the stuffed toy, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Buddy, I don’t see Henry anywhere.” You told him. Just then, Andy walked into the room. “Is somebody looking for this?” He asked, pulling a stuffed animal out from behind his back. Leo lit up when Andy gave it to him.

“Now go to sleep, Buddy.” Andy said, giving his nephew a kiss on the forehead. You followed Andy out of the room and closed the door behind you.

“I miss when Jacob was that little. Now, I’m lucky if I get a three minute phone call.” He said, chuckling. Your hand brushed up against his as you both went down the stairs and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

You knew having a crush on your best friend’s brother was such a cliche, but how could you not. He was Andy. He was funny and caring. He was the guy you could always call. He was great with kids. He was an amazing chef. And he was hot.

You had liked Andy since you were twelve years old. You assumed you would outgrow your feelings, but you never did.

You both joined Emily at the dinner table, where she had already plated the chicken Andy had made. “I am so sorry that I forgot you were coming. I was just so busy with Andy coming to stay with me, that it totally slipped my mind.” Emily apologized. You assured her that it was okay. Secretly, you were excited that Andy was there.

After dinner, Emily went upstairs to go to bed after a long day. “I’ll help you clean up.” You said, joining Andy in the kitchen. You both had an unspoken urgency while cleaning up dinner.

You finished cleaning the dishes, and Andy was still packing up the leftovers. You both made small talk, but you wanted needed him. He was taking way too long.

After he finally put the leftovers in the fridge, you walked over to him. “Are you done yet?” You teased. He chuckled before grabbing your hips. “Patience,” he mumbled before pulling you in to kiss him.

You hummed contently as he picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. His hands stayed right on top of your thighs. You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him in closer.

A small whimper passed through your lips as Andy slipped his tongue into your mouth. “God, you’re amazing.” He mumbled with a smirk. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You began unbuttoning his white button up shirt.

You ran your hands up and down his bare chest. “Andy…” you started to say, but he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I know, I need you too. What do you say we take this upstairs?” He asked you with a smirk. You shook your head. “To the room that shares a wall with your sister? No way.” You told him.

He chuckled to himself, with a sinful grin. You didn’t know what he was thinking. “You’ll just have to be quiet then. Will that be an issue?” He mocked.

“Depends on how good you are,” you teased, before pulling him in to kiss you again. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and grabbed your hand. He quickly pulled you up the stairs, while still trying to be quiet.

He closed the door to the guest bedroom behind you. He turned around and found you shimmying out of your jeans. He groaned as you stuck your ass in the air. You threw your jeans to the side.

Andy swooped you up into his arms and threw you down on the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you while his hands ran up and down your sides. “Did you know I had a crush on you in high school?” He asked you, placing kisses up and down your jaw.

You couldn’t even hide your shock. “You what?” You asked, your eyes going wide. He laughed at your surprised face. “Come on, you really didn’t know? It was so obvious.” He told you.

You shook your head. “No, it was obvious that I was into you.” You told him. It was his turn to be shocked. “You were one of the smartest kids at our school. How did you not know I was into you? Why do you think I always hung out with Emily at your house and not mine? Because I wanted to see you.” You explained to him.

You could see him putting together the puzzle pieces. “So, you’re saying I could have had you fifteen years ago if I just had the balls to ask you out?” He asked. You just nodded with a small smile on your face.

“God, I was such an idiot, but at least I have you now.” He said, pulling your shirt off over your head. You quickly brought your hands to his belt and unbuckled it. He pulled his pants down his legs and kicked them off.

You grabbed his hands to pull him back on top of you. “Oh, Andy,” you mumbled as you traced his muscles with your hands. He cupped your face and connected his lips to yours.

Neither of you could get enough of each other. You could feel his erection pressed up against you. You slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. He swore under his breath and jutted his hips into your hand.

He grabbed your wrist and moved it away from him. He quickly got rid of his boxers and your panties. Before he could even ask you, you nodded your head eagerly. “Yes, please. Just fuck me already.” You told him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, lining himself up. He went slow at first, making sure you could adjust to his size. “Fuck, sweetheart. I need to go a little faster.” He groaned. You nodded, giving him the green light. He sped up the pace, pushing deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help but gasp as he stretched you out. “You’re so big—” you mumbled. You knew the words would only boost his ego, but it was true.

“Wish I could stay like this forever. You feel so good, it’s like heaven.” He whispered, as he kissed you. You bit down on your lip, holding back your moans. He buried his face in your neck, trying to muffle the groans falling from his lips.

“When Emily takes Leo to school tomorrow, I’m gonna fuck you again, and I want to hear your pretty moans.” He whispered to you. You felt your stomach start to do flips. You raked your nails up his back.

You could feel a tightening in your stomach, and you knew you wouldn’t last very long. A guttural moan escaped Andy’s mouth. You instinctively reached to cover his mouth with your hand.

He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, hitting deeper inside of you. A small whimper passed through your lips. “I’m really close.” You whispered in his ear.

He nodded his head. “I know. Me too,” he agreed. You kissed him again, muffling both of your moans. You felt his cock twitch and then you both came.

He pressed loving kisses against your temple. It helped to calm you both down from your highs. He rolled off of you and laid next to you, exhausted.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, propping himself up on his arms. He looked over at you with a glance far too pure for your previous activities.

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idy-ll-ique · 2 years

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lotion

pairing: andy barber x f!reader

genre: smut

summary: excuses, excuses...

author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy this quick written smut!! sorry i couldn't write anything longer :( i'll def post a full fic next week!

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"and what we should do about..."

andy paused when he heard a groan coming from the bedroom

"sir? what were you saying?"

"please excuse me for a moment."

with that, andy turned off his video and audio, getting up to go to the bedroom

he knocked on the door

"i'm changing!"

"open this door right now."

"andy—"

"y/n."

sighing, y/n wrapped her towel around herself and opened the door, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend

andy smirked when he saw her

"what happened? i heard you groaning, what are you doing in there?"

y/n's eyes widened at his suggestive tone

"nothing like that! it was an— an upset groan, im upset."

andy frowned at that

"upset? about what, sweetheart?"

he guided them both into the room, closing the door behind them

"it's nothing..."

"y/n. you're telling me what is upsetting you right now or i swear to god—"

"okay, okay, now you don't get upset. i'm just... unable to put lotion on my back."

he noticed the bottle of lotion on the bed and chuckled, cupping her cheeks.

"drop the towel. i'll put it on you."

"aren't you in a meeting right now—"

"i said i'll apply the lotion on your back."

he wiggled his fingers and y/n placed the bottle of lotion on his palm

she then sat on the bed, her back to him, and adjusted the towel so her front was covered while her back was exposed

"that'll do..."

not

andy squeezed some of the lotion on his palm and sat behind her, rubbing it onto both his palms before placing them on her back, slowly moving his hands

y/n let out a comfortable sigh, closing her eyes

"feeling relaxed, baby girl?"

"your hands are magic."

"let me show you where else they can work their charm..."

with that, andy's hands gripped her waist, travelling further and further down until one of them was resting on her inner thigh and the other, cupping her core

y/n yelped at the contact

"andy! you have a mee— ooh," she groaned when he moved his hand in just the right way

"i have a what? couldn't hear ya," andy smirked, starting to rhythmically move his hand over her clit

y/n's breathing sped up

"meeting— you—"

"you do realize you're more important than any meeting, right?"

"but really, now?"

"yes. now shush."

y/n leaned against andy with a blissful sigh, her hips jolting up when he roughly pushed two fingers inside her

a soft mewl escaped her lips and her arm went around andy's neck, bringing him in for a kiss

"gah, you're so gorgeous when you're like this."

now feeling more relaxed than ever, y/n dropped the towel, naked in front of him

andy's hand instantly travelled upwards and grabbed one of her breasts, toying with it as he brought her closer to her release

"andy! ugh, andy—"

"are you close, love?"

"y-yeah..."

"mm, cum for me."

she didn't need to be told twice

with a soft cry of his name, y/n let go, slumping further into andy's arms

andy chuckled and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean

"fuck, you are so pretty, i couldn't help myself."

y/n lazily grinned at him

"now finish your meeting so we can have more fun."

andy pouted at her, nodding his head towards his own hard-on

"take care of this for me, pretty please?"

"after the meeting gets over."

all of a sudden, andy's phone, which had been in his pocket the whole time, started ringing

"see? it's your colleague, they're definitely wondering where you are. go on."

"ugh, fine. give me 20 minutes and if you dare to put on clothes i swear i'll edge you so much—"

"andy! go!"

"going, going!"

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stardustedangel · 3 years

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Tastes Like Strawberries

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pairing || andy barber x fem!reader

word count || 1.7k

summary || andy’s fixation on the way you’ve been eating strawberries has proven to be a heavy distraction that he attempts to solve in one way or another

warnings || 18+ ; minors DNI ; daddy kink, slight ddlg dynamics, oral fixation, praise, oral sex (f receiving), slight fingering (f receiving)

author’s note || first fic after a little over a month so yaaaay i hope you all enjoy!! likes and reblogs are always appreciated!! YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY PERMISSION TO RE-PUBLISH, TRANSLATE, OR TAKE ANY OF MY WORK.

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God. Andy never should’ve bought you those fucking strawberries.

How was he supposed to know what would’ve awakened in him from just seeing you eat them? What exactly was it about you eating strawberries that he found so irresistible? Maybe the way the red juices would coat your supple lips and paint them the same color. Maybe it was the way your tongue would come out to lick any residue left behind. Maybe it was the curiosity of how well the sweet taste of your lips could compare to the taste of your sweet, little cunt.

These were some of the thoughts that crossed Andy’s mind, and as he sat at his home office desk, work long forgotten, he couldn’t seem to settle the thoughts of every single way he could put that mouth of yours to use. Or maybe even how he could put his own to use. He ran his hands through his hair, frustration only growing with every thought he had about you because of those fucking strawberries.

Fuck. Water. Cold Water.

Andy decided for the time being that his work could be finished the moment he drank some cold water and the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind could stop for a few hours. That’s all he needed. A few hours to finish his work then, with absolutely no second thought, he could finally get his mouth on you.

Andy went into the kitchen, getting himself a tall glass of cold water and sat at the kitchen table trying to relax. He didn’t think that when the weekend finally arrived he’d end up getting so distracted, but here Andy was. Trying not to think of his cock fucking into your pretty mouth or how good you’d taste on hiss tongue. He sighed heavily and rolled his neck to find some sort of relief to the built up tension settling on his neck and shoulders. Andy then felt a weight rest on his shoulders and the smell of your perfume wrapped around him.

“Hi daddy,” your voice hummed out sweetly as you wrapped your arms around Andy’s neck from behind, “whatcha doing?”

Andy’s arms came to grab onto the ones you had rested against his neck and turned his head to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He could taste the remnants of the strawberries you had eaten earlier in the day and just wanted to pull you onto his lap and have his way with—taste just how sweet you could be, but your lips disconnected from his all too quickly.

You left Andy and made your way further into the kitchen, grabbing the container of strawberries from the fridge before hopping on the counter and flashing Andy a sickeningly sweet smile. Your lips were still stained to a gorgeous red and Andy licked his own lips just looking at you. Andy snapped himself out of his own head and lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“Hi baby girl. I’m just taking a small break from work,” Andy’s eyes flickered down to your lips quickly when he saw you take a bite from a strawberry, “Couldn’t focus.”

You stained lips pulled into a frown and you licked your lips before speaking, “Why’s that daddy? Usually you’re more focused on the weekends.”

Your tongue gave kitten licks to the fingers that had been holding the previously eaten strawberry. Andy almost rolled his eyes at the sight. You must have been joking. How could you not know what you were doing to him, you must know. But by the way your face was truly painted with concern and the pout of your lips had only been pushed out farther, it was obvious that you were completely oblivious.

Andy adjusted in his seat, trying to calm the growing tent in his pants and took a few more sips of water before he answered you. As he did that you grabbed another strawberry, one much bigger than the one before, and bit into it. Some of it’s juice rolled down your chin and dropped onto the bare skin of your thigh, but you simply paid no mind. But Andy sure did.

“I know baby, but the distractions are just getting harder and harder to ignore.” The tone of Andy’s voice had dropped an octave and the deep timber made you clench your legs and made your bites slow. You don’t know what exactly made the atmosphere in the kitchen shift, but you weren’t complaining.

“What distractions, daddy,” you asked hesitantly all while looking at Andy’s big blue eyes with yours wide and innocent. You finished your strawberry and went to give your finger kitten licks to clean the juices when suddenly Andy stood up and stalked towards you.

“You really don’t know, honey?” You shook your head and when Andy stood in front of you and leaned in close you held your breath.

Andy’s hands encased and ran across the bare skin of your thigh as he stepped between your legs. Andy’s “distraction” could only be solved by you, so he figured he’d solve it now.

“It’s you baby, and these fucking strawberries,” Andy cooed at you mockingly.

Andy’s hand went to grab the one you had been grabbing strawberries with and pressed soft kisses onto your fingers lips before one delved into his mouth that he sucked on softly while keeping eye contact with you. Your attempt to clench your legs made you squeeze them around Andy’s hips and a small whimper left your mouth.

“D-daddy—,” you were cut off when Andy pulled you in for a heated kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth exploring it and moaning at the taste. It didn’t take long for you to completely sink into his touch and fall into the kiss with him. Andy’s hips then rolled against yours letting you feel exactly how worked up you had gotten him in a matter of minutes. You moaned at the feeling and pulled Andy closer to you by his shirt collar chasing any part of him that you could. Andy’s lips left yours and his hands dove under your shirt to feel you. You gasped at the contrast of his warm hands roaming your body.

“And that taste, baby? Just as distracting. How was I supposed to focus on my work?” Andy threw you a faux pout before dropping to his knees before pressing kisses against your leg.

You weren’t sure what to say. You were frozen for the most part besides the gasps and whimpers that left your lips. The only statement that seemed to tumble out of you was a breathy “I’m sorry” that Andy seemed to ignore. How could you be sorry when Andy was so happy he could finally ravish you?

Andy’s lips ghosted the inside of your thighs where he nipped lightly and his tongue licked the portion of thighs where strawberry juice had fallen on. He pressed a kiss to that spot before looking up at you.

“So sweet, honey,” his fingers then ran across your clothed cunt lightly, “I wonder if you’re sweeter here. Should I see?”

Your head shook up and down eagerly. You squirmed at your place on the counter and ran your hands through Andy’s hair, tugging at it and whimpering from your place above him. “Please, daddy. Taste me, please.”

Andy smirked and pushed your shirt to rest above your hips and pulled your panties down your legs. His smile widened when he could see you wet and dripping all for him. He looked at your glistening folds and pressed a kiss to your wet cunt and trailed them around your inner thighs leaving your slick everywhere his lips connected. Your head lolled backwards and moved along the cabinet. Your hands in Andy’s hair tightened and he groaned against your clit making your body shiver.

He blew air onto your bundle of nerves and chuckled when you audibly gasped. He licked a strip up your folds then fully engulfed your clit, sucking and licking like his life depended on it. You gasped loudly and moaned at the feeling. To get better access to you Andy threw your legs over his shoulder and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. His tongue collected your slick from every surface as he started to finger you till you were shaking above him.

You cried out when Andy’s tongue licked faster and his lips sucked harder. Your body was pulling away from the feeling, but you were also pushing Andy’s head harder into you. The feeling was too much yet too little all at the same time. You bucked your hips into Andy’s face and shivered when he moaned at the feeling. The moment he sucked harder on your clit and the pace of his fingers went at a brutal fast pace is when you could feel the heat in your belly rise.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you called out breathlessly. All you could think at that moment is how much you needed your orgasm and how grateful you were that Andy bought you those strawberries.

Andy smirked against your cunt and sucked even harder wanting you to have your release. When your orgasm finally washed over you your hands gripped firmly into Andy’s hair and your back arched against the cabinets. You cried out and continued to buck your hips against Andy’s face to ride out your orgasm.

He pressed one last kiss to your folds and slipped your legs off of your shoulder to stand up to give you a firm, wet kiss. You moaned when you could taste yourself on his tongue, wondering and hoping that to him the taste was sweeter than anything else. When his lips left yours a wide smile was on his face as the both of you were catching your breath.

“Hmm, you did so good, baby. What do you think? As sweet as strawberries? I’d say you taste sweeter.”

“Daddy,” you whined at the teasing tone that Andy spoke with and pulled him closer to bury your head into his neck.

“I’m not kidding, baby. I’ve been wanting to taste you all day and you are the sweetest.”

The smile in Andy’s voice was evident and you couldn’t help but look up at him to return the smile. He pressed one more soft kiss to your lips before wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. You didn’t protest, but you were definitely confused at what Andy was doing.

“Don’t you have to go back to work now, daddy,” you asked with your eyebrows etched in confusion.

Andy started to walk towards the bedroom and looked at you with a soft smile paired with mischievous eyes. “Not yet, baby. Still have a few more distractions to settle.”

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mswritesalot · 3 years

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Unnamed andy barber fic

Note if you like it 😊 ill probably make this a three part fic. Unedited, sorry!

Summary: reader has always longed for her dad’s best friend, Andy Barber, who shows up unexpectedly at her law school.

Pairing: lawschool!reader x godfather!andy barber

Warnings: making out, mentions of virginity, beaches, age gap (isn’t mentioned explicitly but implied throughout the fic) possibly a power imbalance

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction, obviously I don’t own the character Andy Barber or I’ve no rights to Defending Jacob whatsoever.

I was talking to Coraline, my best friend, about how I was looking forward to the mock trial that started next week, when my eyes caught a glimpse of broad shoulders under an off white button up pulled tight across them. I gasped as I saw that tall stature, bodacious ass and dark brown hair that I could recognize anywhere.

"Oh my god, Andy!" I squealed. He turned, eyebrows going up surprise in surprise. I speed walked to him.

"Babydoll, what're you doin' here?" He asked, ruffling my hair, his blue eyes lighting up as he took me in.

"Didn't dad tell you I was in Boston Uni Law?" I asked, twirling a piece of my hair. Andy shook his head. Andy was best friends with my dad, and also my godfather. So it was super inconvenient that I had the biggest crush on him from when I first took an interest in the male species.

"Last we spoke about you, you took the LSAT." He said. "How is he? We haven't spoken in a while." He scratched the back of his neck.

I knew exactly why Andy hadn't been in touch with my father, it was because of me. Summer before I turned twenty, my family and Andy went to his only property after the divorce, his beach home. I was spending the Forth of July with a freshly single Andy Barber. My parents went out for the night, leaving me and Andy to watch the fireworks on the beach with each other. It was ideal for me to act on my feelings towards him.

My back was pressed to his side, one of his arms around me as the other propped him up. His long legs were spread out in front of us, but I slightly brought my knees closer to my chest to protect myself from the chilly wind.

I could comfortably rest my head below his shoulder to watch the firework display. I huddled closer to his warmth, as he looked down at me. I looked up at him and offered him a small smile. Our faces were so close together I could feel his breath.

It was me that closed the gap when I pressed my lips to his. He let out a sound- a soft grunt. Electricity coursed through my body from his lips to mine. I felt euphoric, like I was floating. Andy took control quickly, laying me down on the beach towel and hovering over me.

I didn't think it could get any better, but when he started kissing down my neck I couldn't hold my moans in.

"Please, daddy. Ahh, fuck," I mumbled incoherently. His beard was coarse against the sensitive skin of my neck, and his shoulders were flexing under my palms.

When I was seven, I asked my mom what a godfather was. She said he’d be my dad if anything ever happened to my actual father. I started calling him daddy ever since, but tonight it was sinful.

"This is so wrong, babydoll. We need to stop." Andy murmured from between my bikini top, he had pulled my crocheted cover-up down.

His hands were so warm and so big I couldn't fathom them not being on me. I arched my back to feel his body pressed against mine.

"Daddy, please, I need you." I whispered. "I've never been with a man before, I want it to be you."

"I couldn't never do that to you, baby. You deserve so much better than me." He said, and swooped in for a kiss. "Lips like honey. Forbidden, but you taste so sweet I can't help myself."

"You don't have to hold back. Please take my innocence, Andy. I'd rather it be you than anyone else." I begged, letting go of my pride. "I want you to be the first person in me." I giggled nervously.

"No no, honey. You'll find a man that deserves you, and you'll surrender yourself in a big bed with soft sheets. Not in a beach getting sand burns." He said, shaking his head. I leaned upwards to connect our mouths once again.

"I don't care, I love you Andy. Please don't stop kissing me."

He obliged.

There were more fireworks between our bodies than in the sky that night. But in the end, I couldn't get my cherry popped.

The memory made my face feel hot. His beard left marks over my cheeks, and I had to say they were from me rolling around and falling asleep on the beach. I was also insanely embarrassed about his rejection from the night before, and made up an excuse about summer classes to leave early. Andy presumably distanced himself from my parents out of (needless) guilt. He was a perfect gentleman.

"Well I got in! And I'm so happy to see you daddy! It's been what? Two years?" I said excitedly, hopping on my toes.

"Yeah, c'mere baby," he said, pulling me close to him. He smelled wonderful and a little like home, and with the height my heels lent me, I could rest my cheek against his shoulder. My arms went around his waist for a proper hug.

"Coraline, this is a friend of my dad's, Andy Barber." I introduced her to him.

"Daddy, this is my friend Coraline."

"Why do you call him daddy?" She blurted out. I saw him wince and regretted my slip up.

"She's my goddaughter." Andy said smoothly.

"Mr Barber, I see you've already met Ms YLN and Ms Harris." Said the principal of my law school, walking up to us.

Andy greeted him and they shook hands. I zoned out watching work-mode Andy, biting my lip to keep from squealing. He was here! Everything he did either turned me on, or made me swoon, or both.

The principal saying my name broke my trance.

"I'm sure you're very excited for the mock trials, girls. Especially because Mr Barber here will be your judge."

Oh fuck.

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stargirlfics · 4 years

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Girl Next Door

Andy Barber x Black Female Reader

Summary: You move in next door to a newly divorced Andy and he can’t seem to take his eyes off you

Warnings: 18+, voyeurism, smut: oral (both receiving), small mentions of spitplay, rough sex, choking mention

Word Count: 4.8k

Note: Based off a wonderful idea from @wonderthor I know you said Chris but I hope it’s ok if I changed it up to be Andy! Hope y’all enjoy!

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The dew was still fresh on the grass when Andy rolled out of bed, tired of laying down after another restless night of sleep.

He wasn’t used to this much quiet, it’d been awhile since his life was...well without the noise of family life. Since the divorce and moving on, new town, new house, it had been an adjustment he was still getting used to even six months in.

Maybe he was just bored, his life had been anything but boring since things had gone down and now that he was seemingly free of that, peace and quiet in this private neighborhood was eerily strange and uncomfortable.

That’s why he’d gotten a dog; something to pay attention to, to take care of, occupy himself with till he came out of this weird fog.

Running a hand through his hair he pulled the curtains back in his much too empty bedroom and peered out the window, taking in the quiet stir of his neighbors waking up, going to work, running, and...something new he wasn’t used to in the routine.

The listing next door to him had sold quick and whoever bought it was moving in today.

Andy was about to turn away from the window at hearing the soft tap of paws on the hardwood floor but paused when he saw who his new neighbor was.

You were busy unloading boxes from your BMW, just the bare essentials until your proper moving truck would be here later. You took a moment to really admire your new home, feeling proud of yourself for all the work you did to be able to have something like this to call yours.

The neighborhood was a quiet one which you liked, people mostly kept to themselves here but you were grateful to have a good friend of yours living on the same street just five houses down. It was gonna make the transition that much smoother.

Several minutes more and you retreated inside, eager to start putting things away where you could and begin to visualize how you’d be furnishing and decorating this new space.

Andy felt like a bit of creep staring at you from the second story bedroom window but he couldn’t help it. You were utterly gorgeous.

Long braids down to your back swayed with grace with every movement you made, the dark hues to your skin catching his eye as he took you in from head to toe, fixating on your face. You looked so damn alive like you were just beaming at life and Andy liked that.

He could spot a fake smile a mile away these days and he attributed it to having worn one himself for so many months before but you?

No, you were probably about as genuine as could be and Andy didn’t even have to look at you for more than a second to feel it.

Something about you captivated him in a way that it made him want to skip his usual morning coffee and take his pup for a walk just to have an excuse to run into you and introduce himself, which was odd because Andy hadn’t felt like talking and having a proper conversation with almost anyone lately.

“Don’t be delusional,” he muttered to himself, forcing his eyes away from you as you walked out of view.

Rubbing his already tired eyes, Andy sighed and turned away from the window for good this time, setting his mind on making breakfast and getting you out of his thoughts before he really felt like a creep.

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Little did Andy know that you’d be the very center of his thoughts for a long time to come as you got settled into your new place.

Nearly all your neighbors had come by to introduce themselves and be nosy about your life and who you were in the days since you’d moved in.

You were maybe just a touch out of place in such an affluent area but you held your ground like no other, having earned this and you were dead set on feeling the highest level of comfort in your new space.

It was a Saturday when you crossed paths with him for the first time, no longer just seeing him in passing, leaving for work, or taking his dog out for a walk.

Your backyard was spacious and peaceful and your favorite place to sit early in the mornings or in the afternoon as the sun was setting, and that’s when you caught him looking.

He had just pulled into his driveway in the shiny black Audi that you had to admit caught your eye the first time you saw him, and now he was taking his trash and recycling bins out which wouldn’t have caught your attention if you hadn’t peeked and caught him glancing at you as you sat in one of your deck chair reading and enjoying a glass of wine.

A weird feeling hung in the air as you tried to find something quick to say, just a ‘hey nice to see you’ would do right? But it didn’t help that you could feel his eyes on you as he walked back from the front of his house.

“I-uh, don’t think I’ve introduced myself properly. I’m Andy,” he spoke up first, the smoothness to his voice startling you a little.

You had to take a second to compose yourself as you watched him walk up towards the fence separating his yard from yours, your breath hitching when he raised his arms and rested his forearms on top of the fence, leaning in.

This should not be making you as flustered as it was but here you were, shakily setting your book down and standing up to get closer yourself.

Smart man, he’d lured you to him.

“Very nice to meet you, Andy! I’m Y/N. I guess we’re neighbors now,” you giggle and move your braids behind your shoulder before extending your hand for him to shake.

The second his hand touched yours, you were both done for you knew that much.

“I guess we are, yeah.”

Andy had only meant to say hi quickly but that soon turned into nearly ten minutes of talking, where he learned you were single and had this big home all to yourself much like he did.

You were a businesswoman with your own company and you were probably the most engaging and witty person he’d had the fortune of talking to in months and he couldn’t lie that his interest was even more piqued than before.

As was yours. It felt wrong to be having such intense thoughts about your neighbor especially since you were barely settled in and he was freshly divorced, it sounded like a mess waiting to happen but your body liked to betray you in that respect.

Even as you parted ways and retreated to your respective spaces, neither one of you could stop thinking about that single interaction.

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Weeks passed, you’d wave any time you saw one another around, you met his dog for the first time when the little lady got loose and ended up on your porch which prompted another long conversation between you and the lawyer, still in his crisp white button-down dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

How’d he know forearms were your weakness?

“Hey are you going to Lisa’s barbecue tonight?’ he inquired, gesturing to the six-pack of Samuel Adams in his hand.

“Yep! I’m just waiting for my world famous apple pie to sit another few minutes in the oven but I’ll be over there in a bit!” you winked at him, leaning back against the swing on your porch.

He’d caught you reading again on his way to your neighbor’s house and couldn’t resist stopping to talk to you.

Originally he hadn’t planned on showing up, he had several case files to work through but realized he was entirely too cooped up and wondered if you’d be there and he was willing to risk being one of the quiet ones at the barbecue just to see you there.

“World famous, huh? That’s a bold claim, Y/N,” Andy chuckled, “I look forward to trying some.”

“I’ll save you the biggest piece then,” you cocked your shoulder up in a half shrug, rather proud of yourself because he hadn’t tried an apple pie till he had yours.

Now the truth was that you had both been dancing around the edges of flirtation and friendly neighborly banter for the last few weeks and you were both simultaneously waiting for the other to make a move for real.

What was the harm in a little thrill right? You were both single and not finding any appeal in thinking cautiously.

But that was what you needed anyways, to just do something a little wild and reckless for once, add some flavor to life.

The BBQ happened to be the best place to get the ball rolling it turned out.

The small gathering was centered in the backyard, everyone taking up a seat somewhere while drinks and plates were passed around, Lisa’s husband taking up station at the grill.

Twinkling lanterns adorned the dusky sky as soon as the sun had set and dinner plates had been cleared away for dessert plates and god only knows how you ended up seated next to Andy.

One giant slice of apple pie and a beer in hand, tired but content smile on his lips as he complimented you on the pie, leaning in just a little too close, wetting his lips with his tongue.

He was testing you, that much you could tell. In your experience, lawyers were ballsy and Andy was no different.

Two could play that game very well, however.

“How’s it taste, neighbor?” you nudged his leg with your foot, taking note of how he shifted in his seat, inching closer to you.

“It’s probably one of the best apple pie’s I’ve ever had you were right,” Andy nudged your foot back, letting his calf rest against yours just a little longer than necessary.

“See, told ya. I have the sweetest apple pie out of anyone I know.”

You knew he caught on to the double entendre and you were pleased to find he wasn’t shut down by it, if anything he got even more playful with you, the two of you in your own little bubble of conversation compared to everyone else.

As the later hours rolled around and everyone started heading home, Andy offered to walk back with you, telling you he didn’t want you walking alone.

“Aww, are you tryna protect me, Andy? Seen one too many crime cases lately?” you were just teasing but there was truth in that actually.

“Maybe I am, you never know what kind of sicko could be lurking,” that same tired smile was on his lips again but you noticed it reached his eyes this time round.

“Ohh, true. Like the kind that likes to spy through windows and be pervy,” you giggled, crossing your arms over your chest as a chill breeze came through.

Your street was well lit, casting shadows and illuminating your figures as you walked along the sidewalk to where you’d soon be parting ways, Andy noticing that your pace had slowed down almost like you didn’t want to reach your front door so fast.

“Exactly, those are the most dangerous kind.”

Maybe it was the couple glasses of wine you had that made you say it but even when it slipped out of your mouth you didn’t regret it, “I’d only be okay with someone looking at me through my windows if he looked like you.”

Andy nearly choked on his own saliva as he processed your words and wondered if he had heard you right but upon realizing he did, the smile on his face turned into a wide grin.

“Oh, I’m deeply flattered. Careful though, I might take you up on that sometime.”

“Maybe that’s what I was hoping you’d say, Andy.”

Seeing how taken aback he looked was the cherry on top of your night as you laughed the rest of the walk and said goodnight.

Neither of you had taken any of what was said entirely seriously but the more you sat on your couch trying to focus on the trashy tv show that was on, the more you realized you wanted it.

You wanted him to catch you, to see you less than decent, to not be able to get you out of his head.

It was bold and maybe reckless but you didn’t care, you were enjoying yourself and your freedom to do as you pleased too much not to act on your desires anymore.

So you flicked the tv off and headed upstairs to shower, floating between your bedroom and the bathroom, undressing as you went.

Andy was just trudging up the stairs for the final time, deciding to resign to what would probably be another sleepless night when he noticed a light on in what he soon realized was your bedroom, his feet keeping him planted in place, heart beginning to race as he saw you come into view.

Even from this distance, he could see the vibrant red pop of your panties against your dark skin and, his jaw dropped a little when he saw you peel your blouse off.

This felt so wrong like he absolutely shouldn’t be doing this but he couldn’t look away either.

Where he thought you were gorgeous before he now realized you were far more stunning than he could ever grasp.

You said you wouldn’t mind but it still felt a little wrong for him to be glued to his window, watching you undress like this but with the way you left your curtains open and how much of a show you were making out of undressing he felt like he wanted you to see and if that was the case, you most definitely had his attention.

On your end, you were trying to keep from freaking out too much as you stole glances out of your window, just barely noticing the figure of a man in the house next door, arms crossed, and standing at attention.

This was beyond thrilling, beyond any of the naughty things you’d done before and you couldn’t lie it aroused you.

To know that Andy was watching you, wondering what was going through his head when you shimmied out of your panties and hooked them on your finger, holding them behind your back as you walked into your connected bathroom and out of sight, it made you want to touch yourself.

Andy was much in the same boat, finding his hand reaching for the stiffening tent in his pajama pants, not giving a second thought to palming himself through the fabric.

You were going to be the death of him, it was bad enough he thought about you all the time already but this was taking things to a whole other level.

Not that either of you cared anymore, you were far too deep in the hole.

That night you both masturbated to the thought of each other and didn’t feel a lick of shame about it.

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The little voyeuristic game you’d been playing with each other continued for another week, Andy giving you a show one night and you giving him one on another, with both of you becoming more and more sexually frustrated by the day.

Eventually, neither of you could take it anymore and it’s how you wound up pressing your lips against his after dogsitting for him for the day.

Andy had finally arrived home from work and had texted you to say you could come over to drop off his pup.

The two of you had been spending a lot more time together since the barbecue, exchanging numbers, often hanging out in each other��s backyards chatting away for hours, flirting but never broaching the subject of what you’d do behind the curtains almost every night.

Until tonight, in a moment of pent up need and the urge to do something further because you wanted him bad and you knew he wanted you too, so there was no point in these games anymore.

Andy kissed you back fervently, chuckling in between breaths as he tugged you inside.

“So eager for me already, aren’t you, honey?” he was teasing and it made you whine because it was the truth but you hated how easy it was for him to get to you.

“It’s your fault, Andy please,” you rolled your eyes and pouted.

He nodded in understanding, taking a step back to admire you.

You were in a tennis skirt with your box braids swept up in a bun, your legs on display, everything about you enticing him, making his self control slip just a little more with each passing second.

“Tell me what you want. I bet you’ve been touching yourself to all kinds of dirty thoughts about me, I need to hear em.”

One of his hands was on your hip, guiding you further into his home as you fumbled over yourself for a second.

“I want you to touch me, I want your beard between my legs, Andy, I want you to fuck me. I saw you jerking off last night and I just want it all, I wanna taste you, I want whatever you’ll give me.”

The words were breathy but confident. Your voice finding its footing when you saw the look in his eyes. He wanted it just as bad if not more.

“Whatever I’ll give you huh, good girl. Cause you have no idea what all your teasing really does to me. You feel that?”

He took your wrist, guiding your hand to his waist, your fingers dragging down till you felt it. He twitched under your touch and you whimpered as you gripped his length a little harder, marveling at how big he was.

You made eye contact and your lips crashed against each other again, bodies pressed against each other as if there was far too much air between you to be comfortable.

This was so wild and maybe ill advised but you wanted each other so bad you weren’t about to let your mind cloud this.

Giggling, you let him lead you to the couch where he pushed you back against the cushions, your legs parting to make room for his body as he settled between them, kissing you deeply.

“I wonder how wet you are, honey, probably soaking through that little skirt of yours. Gonna let me taste, hmm?” he nipped at your earlobe, grinding his hips down against yours.

“Yes, please yes, I want it!” you gasped, biting your lip as he nodded and pressed wet, searing kisses down your arms and thighs.

Andy wanted to savor this, relish in having you underneath him but was too eager to go slow right now, not caring where he tossed your skirt as he peeled it off you.

“F-fuck! Oh god, Andy!” you couldn’t help but cry out as he placed a few more kisses along your inner thigh and then let his tongue swirl around your clit.

He knew exactly what he was doing and you were beginning to realize that.

You watched with hooded eyes and your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he moaned and leaned back, locking eyes with you as he spit on your pussy, letting it drip down your folds before going back in to spread it across with his tongue, his mouth latching onto you.

Moonlight streamed through the patio doors, illuminating your bodies as the rolled and flushed together.

Your hands delved into Andy’s soft hair, tousling it as you tried to anchor yourself to something as he ate you out, his own moans making your legs twitch.

“You’re giving your apple pie a run for its money, baby. You taste so good.”

His words made you giggle and then you lost your breath again as he went back down to bury his face in your center.

After making you cum twice with just his tongue, he stood you up on shaky legs and grinned, wiping a hand over his beard as he licked his lips and then kissed you.

You felt like a little puppy following at his heels as he took you upstairs to his bedroom, shadows cloaking the hallways which would have otherwise seemed eerie but with Andy next to you and the anticipation of what was to come, you couldn’t have cared less.

Andy’s bedroom felt bare, almost a little cold, you could tell he didn’t get much sleep here. There was a picture frame on his dresser across the room, it was of him and a boy and if you weren’t about to get dicked down you would have asked.

As much fun as this was, Andy was still such a mystery to you. To everyone really, he was quiet and didn’t open up much and you didn’t press, you knew exactly how that was.

Pushing it out of your mind you refocused on the man in front of you whose shoulders you wanted to grab onto and whose body you wanted to be against tonight.

He didn’t need you to tell him that this time, he knew exactly what you were wanting and intended to give it all to you.

So you climbed up on his bed, teasing him by letting your braids out of the bun they were in and positioning your body to give him a nice view.

It should have made you nervous to be half naked in front of him but if anything it excited you.

Andy beckoned you forwards as he pushed his jeans down and took his dick out, pumping it a few times in his hand before letting you take the reigns with it.

He watched in awe as you swirled your tongue over his head, his muscles tensing at the sensation he’d been missing. And god, the way you looked up at him with those pretty brown doe eyes of yours, it made him even harder.

You were such an eager little thing, and he admired that you weren’t afraid, you weren’t being timid or shy with him, you were going after what you wanted and for that, he’d endlessly respond.

Slowly, you began to bob your head, taking his length down even deeper into the wet heat of your mouth, groaning and letting your saliva and drool make a mess of things, using your hands to stroke him at the base where your mouth wasn’t at just yet.

Hearing Andy curse under his breath and hold the back of your head made you clench your thighs together, which he most definitely noticed.

“That’s it, such a good girl. Look at me, I wanna see you.”

You wanted to make him bend at the knees for the way you were giving him head and truthfully you didn’t even have to, he was already there and ready to.

Eventually, he pulled you off him, wiping up some of the drool from your lips and pushing his fingers into your mouth which you sucked without being prompted, whining when he stopped that eventually too.

“Shh, I know. Just wanna be inside you though, can you blame me?” Andy hushed your pleas with kisses and let you undress the rest of the way and get comfortable as you pleased while he grabbed a condom from his bedside table.

He was glad it wasn’t a lost investment and that you were willing to do this with him, he’d bought some after that first night he spied through your window in the hopes a night like this would come around and just his luck, you were here.

You had opted to stay on your back, realizing that you wanted to be facing him as he took you, your eyes following his movements as he finished placing the condom and climbed onto the bed after you.

“I don’t want you to just be gentle, Andy. We’re both pent up, I don’t care how rough or crazy this gets, just fuck me,” you whispered the words against his neck as he settled himself between your legs again, his hands braced on your thighs.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that? I got you. Just hang onto me,” he laughed lightly, pressing a chaste kiss to your knee before pushing your legs further back and apart.

The room was quiet save for your labored breaths as you felt Andy slick his length up with your juices, letting the tip of his cock rub against your clit and then down before he slowly pushed inside, watching your face to see how you stretched and reacted to his size.

God, you were so damn beautiful, especially like this, so vulnerable to him.

The slope of your hips, the contrast of his pale skin against yours, how your lips parted, and formed such a pretty “o” shape in response to his movements, it was all intoxicating.

When you hooked your legs around him and pulled him down in a sign to go faster, he obliged, letting you watch as he began to roll his hips, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the feeling, fighting to keep in control until you told him you were ready for more.

You were squeezing around him so tight he wanted nothing more than to hold you down and pound into you and he knew you’d let him, knew you’d beg for it too but the build up to that was the best part, it made everything better in the end.

So Andy took his time, remembering to pay some attention to your chest and your neck, searching for those tender spots to lick and bite at.

“More, please, baby more. It feels so fucking good, please!” you let your nails scrape up his back, content with how he hissed and pushed back with harder thrusts, your walls fluttering and adapting around him easier now.

You were dripping wet, he could feel how it coated him and dripped down over your ass and his balls and that drove him crazy.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’ve been dreaming bout this haven’t you, that’s it, let me hear you scream for me.” the words were growled against your ear and you didn’t hold back, not caring who could potentially hear as Andy went harder, his skin slapping against yours.

“I really have, yes baby,” you cried out, feeling so unbelievably full, your whole body electric with a thousand feelings.

You were a little hesitant to ask but knew he’d want you to speak up so you took a breath and asked him to choke you, just a little. You needed the pressure, needed the feeling of his strong hand around your throat and not a second layer that’s exactly what he was doing

“So that’s what you like, fuck I can feel you get tighter when I squeeze, fuck, honey.” Andy was enthralled with you and what you were giving and taking from each other.

He never wanted to stop, never wanted to leave the warm feeling of your body, the way you held him so tight and close to you like you’d float away if you didn’t, stirred a kind of passion in him he hadn’t felt in forever.

You brought it all out of him, till he felt human, awake again.

The more he rocked his hips against you the tighter the coil in your core wound till he hit that certain angle and you came undone, your body moving on its own to chase the high you were riding.

And it wasn’t long till Andy found his own release as well, groaning in ecstasy with his forehead pressed against yours, a hand still firmly around your neck, though it softened with each second.

You both caught your breaths, panting and sweaty but completely satisfied beyond your wildest dreams.

It surprised you when he didn’t recoil or pull away from you after the fact, you thought he might but he stayed close, wanting to feel you still. And even an hour after that as you lay next to each other silently you couldn’t resist going again, there was too much tension and need to stop.

But neither of you minded, you just giggled when he hauled you on top of him, glad to show him your gratitude and test your riding skills.

Eventually, spent and exhausted you both collapsed, Andy getting you a glass of water despite the ache in his thighs every time he walked and he even helped clean you off before laying back down next to you, the sheets and pillows a complete mess, but no matter, something about it felt right.

For the first time in a long time, Andy slept through the night, with you tucked snugly against his side.

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A/N: Andy Barber truly lives in my head rent free with his fine lawyer self lmao! Ahhh I hope you enjoyed this! I was going for some feels making Andy a bit of a sad boi here but also mixing it with smut so I hope that came across and that this reads well!

Thanks for reading as always and let me know what you think!

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the secret charm of forbidden things | a. b.

summary: you piss off your professor

pairing: professor!andy barber x reader

warnings: professor/student relationship, student humiliation (nothing serious), fluff, smut (+18 pls), daddy kink, spanking, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (and like the most unoriginal plot); let me know if i missed something!

word count: 3,478 (approx)

a/n: i really tried to avoid writing this shit but my brain just wouldn’t let it go, so i’m really sorry for this. also, i’m not a smut writer so this couldn’t be more poorly written. sorry for that too *nervous laughter* i hope there are some readers out there who enjoy cliché stories lol. oh and i know nothing about criminal law so i just skimmed through the Mass. laws and picked the easiest thing i could create a question of. anyway, if you do read this, i hope you’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! every kind of feedback is appreciated!!

You’re browsing the internet, looking for some quality e-shop that would offer lingerie you’d like. Or more importantly, he would like. And since your focus is completely on the phone that is hidden from the professor’s eyes (or so you think), you miss the call of your name.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” the stern and this time louder sound of a male voice brings your attention to the man that it belongs to, standing only a few feet from your seat, thanks to its place in the front row. His expression is hard, a clear sign that you’ve been caught and you shrink into your chair, your cheeks becoming warm. “If you want to pass my class, I suggest you turn off the phone and focus on the lecture.”

You do as you’re asked and put the phone away but you don’t expect him to address you again.

“So since you seem to have enough knowledge that you don’t even need to listen to me,” he pauses and comes closer to you, crossing his arms. “Tell me what the punishments for organ trafficking are.”

You hold your breath, not even realizing it as you’re trying to think of the correct answer, however, that’s a little difficult with him towering over you, and your eyes can’t help but flicker to his crotch that is aligned with your vision. When you look up again, there is an amusement painted over his face which you almost miss to notice.

“Um, imprisonment?”

The professor keeps looking at you expectantly and when you don‘t say anything more, his chest heaves in a deep sigh, and his eyebrows rise as he looks at the floor in disappointment. “You’ll be having a hard time getting clients, Miss (Y/L/N),” he tells you and goes back to his desk to lean his backside on it.

Okay, you weren’t paying attention but you also thought that the times when professors publicly humiliated students had been left behind. So, now you are not only embarrassed but also pissed.

You just roll your eyeballs and slightly shake your head, taking a pen and doodling in the open notebook laying on your desk in order to calm yourself down and trying not to think about the judgemental stares being sent your way.

“Does anyone here want to remind Miss (Y/L/N) the consequences of organ trafficking?” he asks, before fucking Amelia raises her hand with her all too sugary may I, professor Barber? and you nearly lose it. You watch him as he sweetly smiles at her and prompts her to answer. She does, correctly so, and while she’s going into details, he lets his eyes wander and rest them on you from time to time. You never avert your eyes, glaring at him, hoping he takes notice of the annoyance written all over your face, but he just smirks when she finishes talking and he looks back at her.

“You’re a brilliant student, Amelia. I think you deserve a reward for the hard work.” When he stresses the word reward, he gives you a glance, and you can’t keep your eyes from rolling, again.

“Alright, class, that’s it for today. Don’t forget to send in the paper that’s due Sunday. Enjoy your weekend.”

You pack your things, shoving them into your bag before storming towards the exit, but you don’t make it too far when the professor’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Miss (Y/L/N), a moment, please,” he says as he gathers his things. You sigh, closing your eyes as you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come. Turning around, you make your way towards him.

“I believe we need to discuss your work ethic.” when you remain silent, he continues. “Great, since you don’t have any objections, you can follow me into my office.”

You do as you’re told and while you wait for him to unlock the door in the corner of the auditorium, you catch a glimpse of Amelia giving you a smug smirk. Mr. Barber finally opens the door and extends his arm, letting you in before him. You enter and stop in the middle of the office, nervously fiddling with the hem of your pleated black skirt as you hear a soft click signaling that the door is now closed, followed by the snap of the lock.

You gulp, your heart beating faster as you continue to stand there and try not to give away your nervousness. The only sound that follows is the echo of his footsteps as he walks past you and to his desk, putting his stuff on the wooden surface. He doesn’t say anything, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his moss green dress shirt up to his elbows and the veins of his forearm are left on full display.

“Mr. Barber, I—“ you finally speak up but he cuts you off, making his way towards the comfy-looking couch sitting alongside the wall opposite of you.

“You wanna tell me what that was about? You know I have a no-phone policy in my class, right?” he sits down and spreads his arms on the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I was just—“

“You were just what? Looking for some skimpy underwear to tease me with during the lectures?” the blood rushes to your cheeks and you look to your left, not able to hold his gaze anymore. “As much as I’d enjoy that sight, I’m still a little disappointed in you. The question wasn’t that hard.” He’s closely watching your every reaction as your body squirms, your thighs discreetly rubbing against each other. “You know, Amelia truly is a great student. She’s slowly becoming better than you since you seem distracted for most of my classes. What reward do you think I should give her?”

And that is what causes you to run out of patience and your head to snap to where he is sitting. Bingo, Andy thinks.

“Are you fucking serious, Andy?” you say with a raised voice. If you blinked, you wouldn’t even catch the smirk that formed on his lips for like a millisecond.

“Hey!” he scolds “Watch your tone.“

You ignore him.

“Since when do you humiliate your students in front of the whole class, huh?” you confront him angrily “It was a dick move, Andy, you know that! And then the bullshit with Amelia? If you want her to wet your dick, just ask her, I’m sure she’ll be up for it.”

“Come here,” he says calmly which unsettles you because you expected him to be furious given the way you’d lashed out at him, but you roll your eyes anyway and turn to leave, however, the sound of your name coming from his lips stops you. “(Y/N).” you inhale deeply and turn back to him. “I said, come here.”

You come up to him, still keeping your distance so you don‘t stand between his spread-out legs. “What?” you bite.

He huffs out a laugh. “You’re walking on very thin ice, sweetheart.” He says and you feel your belly doing flips at the nickname. “How about you lose the attitude and come here like I instructed you to.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“How about you go fuck yourself.”

And that’s the last straw. Andy Barber is a very patient guy but when it comes to a bratty behavior like yours right now, he tends to lose his temper pretty quickly.

He swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His hand grabs the strap of your bag, putting it on the floor before his fingers fall to the back of your thighs, sliding up and up until they rest just below the cheeks of your ass, holding you against him.

“You wanna be a bad girl today, huh?”

You frown and click your tongue. “Jesus, Andy, I’m not in the mood for this.” You start pushing against his shoulders to put a distance between you, failing miserably.

“Sweetheart, you’re not even trying. You think I’m stupid or what?”

“I’m serious, let me go,” you say, but you don’t even sound convincing to yourself.

“You’re not in the mood, you say?” he asks and you nod your head. “Then why do I smell you all the way here, hm?” his fingers creep higher, playing with the lacy hem of your panties. He snorts. “You’re desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?”

By now, your panties are drenched. After what he did to you in the class, you tried so hard not to be turned on by him, but it’s impossible. Andy is a very attractive man, very intelligent and in combination with his sinful mouth, you just can’t bring yourself to not want to be fucked by him.

He doesn’t break eye contact when he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until he leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them all the way down himself. You step out of them and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.

“Get over my knee.”

“Andy, come on. We’re in school. Can’t you just fuck me now and spank me later?”

“Oh, so suddenly you are in the mood?” he raises his brows “Get over my knee. Now. You don’t wanna piss me off more than I already am.” He says sternly.

You unhurriedly move from in between his legs but you’re too slow for his liking. Before you can react, he’s once again yanking you by your wrist, twisting your body in a way that makes you fall over his thick thighs. One hand gently settles on your throat, holding your head up, and the other starts tickling the back of your knee before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up your skirt, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.

You clutch his pants in your hands, and when his palm leaves your skin you prepare yourself for the first blow. Instead, he gently sets it down on your butt again just to caress it, but even that unexpected touch has you jerking forward. He laughs and before you know it, the hand lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. This time your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.

“Not so tough now, huh?” he strokes the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as the restraint allows you to. “If I remember correctly” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you “You weren’t paying attention in the class.” He spanks your other cheek. “You were using your phone even though it’s forbidden.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you don’t think before you dare to open your mouth.

“Really? You are gonna lecture me about what is and isn‘t forbidden? You’re fucking your student for God’s sake.”

“Just for that, I’m adding 5 more to the ones for raising your voice at me, lying to me, and disobeying me.”

He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think he’s finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.

“That was for the eye rolls I received throughout the day.” He says angrily before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers. “Now, what do you call me when we’re alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.

“Daddy.” You whimper quietly and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and throws you on the couch, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he flips you on your stomach and grabs your hips, pulling you up so your ass is in the air.

His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed into the couch, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.

He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your white t-shirt. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.

“Yes, daddy.” You smile and he tugs the neckline of your shirt away for a second just to kiss your skin.

Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your weeping cunt and he needs to adjust himself at the sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling.

“Andy!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.

“Baby, call me Andy one more time and you won’t be coming for a very long time.”

Your breath shudders when you exhale. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second and he’s honestly been dying to devour you all day.

He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache combined with the feeling of his rough beard scratching your inner thighs.

Andy takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He doesn‘t let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.

“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“So good, daddy. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.

“You’re lucky we’re in my office right now, otherwise I’d take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips. “I wouldn’t let you cum until you were crying and screaming out apologies.”

He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening and you bite on the cushion to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks and you’re cumming, Andy drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.

Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.

He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that isn’t bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”

And he feels amazing, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”

“Please, daddy.” You mewl and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.

Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, your skirt falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts.

Turning around, you stay kneeling on the couch, looking up at Andy with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your fucked out state, your hair is messy, there are imprints from the cushion on the cheek you were lying on, and the wet trails from your tears are almost dried.

He leans down and kisses you slowly and deeply as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, his other hand gently cupping your cheek. Jesus, he doesn’t know how you do it but his dick is already twitching in his pants so he breaks the kiss because otherwise, he’d have to fuck you again. He pulls you up on your feet and bends down to pick up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before his hands fall to your hips. You smile and adjust the strap.

“So, when will I see you in the new number?” he smirks.

“Well, I didn’t even get to pick any,” you reply with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “And I have Mrs. Harper next and I wouldn’t dare to use my phone during her class since her punishments are actual punishments.”

“Are you saying my punishments are ineffective?” he feigns shock.

“I’m just saying if you fucked every student for using their phone, they’d be doing it on purpose, professor.”

He laughs and pulls you closer. “That would be exhausting. But those kinds of punishments are reserved for my favorite student only.”

“Should I be worried? You seemed pretty delighted with Amelia.” you joke, but half of you is a bit insecure because Amelia is a pretty girl with glowing skin and a brain big enough to impress him. And like the amazing person Andy is, he sees right through you and gives you an adoring smile before his lips touch your forehead, your eyes fluttering close.

“You are my favorite student. Nobody else,” he assures you once he pulls away.

Your smile widens and your belly twists at his sappiness, but you wrinkle your nose when you suddenly become aware of the slickness between your legs.

“I need my panties back.”

He snorts and shakes his head.

“I’m gonna keep them.” Your jaw drops. You have two more classes today, you can’t go that long with Andy’s cum leaking out of you! “Oh, you thought your punishment was over? I want you to come over to my place right after school. And don’t even think about going home to change.” His stern voice is back and he takes your chin between his fingers.

“I hope you finished your paper. We have a long weekend in front of us.”

the end.

a/n2: thank you for reading!!!!!❤️❤️my other works can be find under #writer luci !☺️

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“Adultère”

Adultère: French for Adultery.

pairing: Andy Barber x WOC!fem!Reader

Warnings: CHRISTMAS, emily trying to be a good fanfic writer and pretending she knows shit about male underwear, cheating, insecurities but y/n is THAT bitch though, swearing, smut: degradation, andy puts the pussy on a pedestal (as he should), unprotected sex: P in V (zon’t do it. zon’t do it….), light daddy kink + subspace, use of the word “cunt” ihkzlkadj, cheesy happy ending

A/N: THIS IS FOR MY MAIN GIRLY JASMEEN ILY JAS THEE STALLION CAUSE ITS HER BDAY AND IT MOTIVATED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR ONCE!! ❤️💞🥺 @cloudystevie

For Siri’s @stargazingfangirl18‘s Happy Hoelidays Challenge!

Prompt: Character A is having a sad, lonely holiday when Character B unexpectedly shows up to spend it with them

Since i’m a lazy, incompetant person, this is also for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Love u Siri, hope you’ll like this

chile not me giving y’all the bare minimum every two months. listen to Lana Del Rey and wake up your sugar baby instincts for maximum experience. Also, i didnt watch defending jacob cause as much as I love chris and shows in general i’m poor and lazy… And i wrote about boston. LAST TIME. my ny ass had a hard time rbhnkjdik // Also, i’m not that good with christmas stuff like.. I really don’t care that much about the christmas spirit and i’m so sorry cause IK you can feel it throughout the whole fic.

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Oh it was good. Too good. So good. But it was saddening, so saddening. You were reminded everyday that he wasn’t yours, and he’d probably never be. It would remind you of how wrong it was, messing around with a married and family man. But you loved him so much you didn’t give a care in the world anymore. You just wanted him for yourself. How long had it been since the last time he promised he’d divorce her? Probably a few months ago, but he never did. You’d known him for years, and this affair had been going on for quite some time. He made promises to you, that he never kept. Promises whispered in your ears when he fucked you slowly, rutting into you and peppering sweet kisses on your breasts. Promises sang in your face when you danced in the kitchen, something he surprisingly enjoyed. Promises cooed when you cried or were angry, and complained about how you wanted everyone to know that you were his and he was yours, but at the same time, you were terrified that maybe Julie, the desk assistant, heard you getting absolutely railed on his desk the other day.

You remembered every word he told you.

“Baby... don’t cry, it’s ok, I’m sure no one heard us... and I’m the boss here, right? I’m the one who gets fired or not. And you? You’re gonna work there forever, babe...”

You’d sniffle and laugh softly in his hair, relishing the feeling of his strong hands rubbing your back.

•

You chewed nervously on your pen. You always did when Laurie was in the office, you felt like she’d discover everything you were doing with her husband just by looking at you, and you hated it. Your leg bounced as you listened to them argue for what seemed the hundredth time. “My marriage is in shambles anyways...” You remembered what Andy had told you once, and shook your head. Their marriage had been ruined for years, but they were still holding on to it like old string. You scribbled on a piece of paper, listening to their conversation.

“I don’t care Andy! I just asked you one simple task, and you can’t even do it! You’re always away in your thoughts, and you can’t even spare a crumb of attention for your fuckin’ wife!”

You slumped in your chair and watched her storm out of his office. The glass panels made you and the other associates straighten up and go silent as the furious brunette practically stomped out of the floor and made her way to the elevator. You could just picture his face. Brows furrowed in anger, thumb rubbing his lower lip while the other hand was balled in a fist on his desk, and his foot was tapping annoyingly against the floor. You busied yourself, concentrating on the sound of your polished nails clinking against your keyboard. As expected, a few minutes later, your phone vibrated as you received a text.

-”You busy??”

You wanted to scoff. Andy had some nerve. Pissing off his wife then sending you a booty call text. Every single fucking time. Getting up, you made sure your heels clicked loudly on the ground as you made your way to his office. You knocked twice, signaling him it was you, and opened the door, making yourself at home. You did consider it to be your second house, since he kinda fucked you on every square feet of the room.

“Can I help you, Andy? Cause I don’t know if you noticed, but I actually have work to do.”

He groaned.

“Don’t talk to me like that, baby… And yes, you can help… Com’ere”

You sighed and closed the door, watching him press a button from the small remote and the blinds shut, hiding you from the prying and gossip hungry eyes of your colleagues. You made your way towards him, ignoring the way his lustful, icy blue gaze looked at your legs.

“Pant day?”

You hummed and stopped in front of him, averting your gaze from the obvious bulge underneath his dress pants. His lap looked way too comfortable, and with a small, tired groan, you threw your leg over his and sat on his lap, his muscular thighs in between yours. He smirked and rubbed your hips, feeling the velvet fabric that surrounded your legs.

“There we go bubba… this better, huh?”

He watched you nod softly, and he gave you a soft smile.

“We were talking about… Christmas…’ he chuckled, ‘Can you imagine? We had an argument about fucking Christmas…”

“Damn. ‘M sorry, Andy.”

He shrugged and slapped your waist gently, grinning at the quiet squeal you made. You scooted further up his body and you circled his neck with your arms. It was so hard to stay mad at him.

“Meh, it’s okay… Gimme a kiss baby”

You leaned in, feeling his lips on yours. His were slightly chapped, but they were still soft, and you hummed when his mustache rubbed against your upper lip. He grabbed the back of your neck as he deepened his embrace, getting totally lost in your glossy lips. His groan sent fire to your belly, and you ground down on him, moving your hips in a sensual motion. He could feel himself grow hard by the second, his right slacks doing nothing to conceal his hardening length.

“Fuck, take your pants off.”

Were you feeling bratty? Absolutely. With a hint of mischief in your gaze that didn’t go unnoticed by him, you shook your head and pulled his hair, exposing his neck to you. You dove in, ignoring his unpleased groan, and started sucking a hickey in his neck. With an arousing growl, he wrapped a hand around your neck, manhandling you as he licked into your mouth.

“The fuck did I say? Take those pants off. Don’t be a fucking brat, I’m not in the mood.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, and you decided to lean down and kiss his rough cheek.

“Yes daddy…”

“That’s a good girl, see? When you want to.”

You lifted yourself off his lap and started unzipping them, hissing when the cold of his office hit your shaved legs.

“Do you ever heat this damned room? It must be like zero degrees in here.”

Andy was feeling tight in these pants. Your simple black underwear was enough to make him want to burst, and the jiggle in your thighs made him feral, almost primal. You were the only person who could make him feel this way, and he loved it. He patted his lap, and you happily sauntered and sat, moaning softly when his crotch hit your panty clad folds.

“Fuck, daddy…”

Andy’s ego went up a notch at the nickname, and all smug and sure of himself, he placed his hands behind his head with an enormous smirk on his gorgeous face.

“C’mon, rub your pussy on my pants… ruin them.”

Your brain short circuited at his dirty talk and you did exactly as he said. Your panties were dampening with every second, and you could feel his hard cock underneath all those layers. The tip of it was digging into your clit, and you focused mainly on that. You wanted to feel it brushing up against your pussy, and the way you undulated your hips was slow and calculated, but at the same time, smooth like you’d already done it a million times. You were sure you weren’t far from that number. Underneath you, Andy was trying to keep his composure, but your body was just too good, too mesmerizing. He grumbled underneath his breath and secured his hands around your hips. He pressed you down on his length, and he swore you glowed when you threw your head back. Your eyes were pinched shit, the false eyelashes fluttering on your cheekbones. You felt his hot gaze on your lower body, and on how you were rubbing yourself shamelessly on him. Your hands snaked underneath your shirt and he swore when he watched you play with your covered breasts. Fucking shameless.

“Shit- play with your tits baby… You’re so hot, you close yet?”

You opened one eye, and smirked at his face. His face was flushed, veins pulsing on his neck, and he had a lipstick mark on his neck. You weren’t going to say anything… you were a homewrecker, the least you could do was do your job well. You laughed internally at your thoughts, but everything was quick to subside into arousal when Andy pressed a thick thumb on the hood of your clit. You stiffened and already felt your thighs shake around his.

“Moh, poor, shaky baby. You were distracted…”

And when he started rubbing, finally adding more precise stimulation, you were gone for it. You were panting, and your lover took great pleasure in watching you fall apart for him.

“Oh my- shit, shit, shit… An-Daddy, I’-”

You squealed when he slapped his hand on your mouth, silencing you. His tone was stern and mean, and it made your pussy clench painfully.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t want the whole fucking building to know how much of a whore you are huh? My fuckin’ whore. Who gets fucked by her boss. If you wanna cum, you cum in silence. Got it?”

Your nod was pathetic, which made Andy chuckle darkly. You didn’t care though. You were going to burst.

With a muffled purr, the dam opened, and you came all over your fully clothed boss. His right hand was still guiding your hips, and it didn’t look like you were going to stop humping him soon. The left hand was still covering your mouth, and the coolness of his wedding ring shouldn’t have made you as horny as you were, but a new wave of lust took over your body, as well as mixed feelings. As much as you felt bad for Laurie, you couldn’t deny the little pinch of superiority that you felt, because you were fucking her husband. It was twisted, really, but after all these years in this affair, you had finally come to sense and accepted these feelings. Yes, you could say you were pretty confident being a mistress.

“Mhm… Good girl, fuckin’ good… Y’know what? I don’t wanna wash my pants, ever…”

Letting out a small, shocked giggle, you passed your hand through your hair, trying to tame it.

“Mr Barber, you are one filthy man… But we ain’t done. Take your pants off.”

He gave you a sly look, and you already tired cunt still fluttered at the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

“Eyes on me baby…”

His eyes got lost in yours, and your brow arched playfully at his look.

“You look high, Andy, have you been smoking?”

His laugh echoed in the room, and you shushed him, failing to repress your own giggles.

“Nah… I’ve been havin’ an unhealthy amount of pussy though… Does it count as a drug?”

You shrugged and bit your lip, deciding to play his little game:

“Depends… Do you think you’re addicted to it?”

“Oh... ‘, his gravely chuckle made your core pulse, ‘I definitely am…”

Your mouth parted automatically at his deep voice, and you were once again under the clouds of arousal and submission. If Andy had seen the way you switched so easily- and he surely saw it, he didn’t say anything and just took himself out of his boxer briefs. At the sight of his thick, flushed cock, you licked your lips, wanting to climb off his lap and suck him off. You stayed in your position though, and you just whined.

“Oh my god, babygirl, are you that needy? Wow…”

You pouted and tried to wrap a hand around his dick, but Andy grabbed your wrist and twisted it, pressing it behind your back. You winced, even if the pleasure went straight to your core.

“Hands to yourself, needy baby.”

With lust blown pupils, you watched him pump his cock with his fist, the fat tip already leaking. The sight made the bratiness come back, and you spat:

“You look like the needy one here, daddy.”

He snarled, still fucking his fist.

“Don’t. Cause if you do, I’m gonna have to punish you, and y’know what that’s gonna be? No cumming for you, you fuckin’ brat.”

As stern as he was, you couldn’t help but grin at him, proud of the reaction you got out of him.

“Now c’mon, sit on my dick.”

Now that you were content, you didn’t hesitate two seconds and lifted yourself up, using the strength in your thighs and knees to raise your soppy entrance over his cock. As you sunk down on it, both of you hissed until he bottomed out. Sweat gathered on your brow, and you stayed there, just basking in the feeling of his pulsing length in your tightness.

“S-see? This the only thing that’ll make you shut up… Hmm, f-fuckin’ brat…”

“Y, you love i-it though… Ah, fuck, daddy, youfeelsogood!”

You squeezed around him, and you loved the sound of him choking on his own spit. You looked at him, and a sudden urge to kiss him overcame your senses. With passion, you grabbed his cheeks and crashed your lips on his. Fuck, you loved him. Butterflies erupted in your belly, and you kept kissing him as your hips started moving on their own accord, circling around his pelvic area.

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing… always so tight… squeezin’ the shit outta me.”

Your moans were lewd and rung through the room. At this point, you didn’t care about who was listening, Andy’s cock was so good and hitting all the right spots. Your hands circled around his neck, and your face buried itself in it’s crook. Andy rubbed your back soothingly, shushing your needy whimpers.

“That’s it baby, ride that shit, make me cum”

You continued to undulate your hips, your thighs already burning up at the effort. Andy grabbed your ass, squeezing and slapping the globes with force, making you shriek and giggle. He pushed your body up, helping you grind on him, and you purred in his ear.

“Mhm, daddy, your cock is so big…”

His eyes rolled back at your sultry tone, and more blood rushed to his cock. His grunts went straight to your core, and he groaned everytime you squeezed around him, adding more tightness.

“Ah shit, love this fuckin’ pussy, never wanna let’chu go…”

The praise made you beam and blush, your skin feeling hot all over. Your nails dug into his upper back, and you heard him hiss. You knew he liked the pain, and the way he thrust up into you made you sure of it. When he did, you groaned at the way his cock went deep, almost hitting your cervix. Lifting yourself up, you looked at him from underneath your lashes. He looked flustered, and you loved it. His tie was undone, the first buttons of his dress shirt unfastened, letting his tattoo peak out. He was looking down at where you two were connected, and it should’ve made you flush. He was watching your pussy with absolutely no shame. And shit, if you didn’t want him to look.

He licked his thumb and parted your folds, revealing your puffy clit. His thumb rubbed on it with vigor, and you whined, a broken, pathetic whine.

“Such a pretty pussy, bubba… My pussy, isn’t it? It’s mine. Say it.”

You nodded, but you were too far gone to actually respond. The slap on your thigh was harsh, and your jaw went slack.

“You’re not fucking listening, too b-busy being a cock hungry slut? I asked you a qu-question, baby. Answer me.”

He was everywhere. His length was hitting deep in your walls, and you couldn’t help but gush around him, the sounds of skin slapping and fluids squelching causing his low growls. His big hands were squeezing your hips, rubbing your stretch marks. The rough material of his pants chafed against your thighs and sensitive clit. It was too much. Your head lolled back, and Andy swore under his breath.

“Fuck, don’t tap out baby, c’mere.”

He secured his hand on the back of your head and lower back, and he pushed you down on his chest, his deep moans reverberating in his chest. You felt him spread his legs, manspreading even more. His hips pushed up against yours, and he started doing all the work. He was fucking up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. Your small huffs were muffled in his shoulder blade, and the way his dick was hitting your g-spot with every thrust made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“D-daddy…”

“I know baby, I know, c’mon, cum for me, cum for daddy…”

Whimpering and sniffling, you felt the knot almost snap, and you grabbed his hand, pressing it to your neck. Even though Andy knew much about your sexual fantasies and desires, the way you initiated the choking made his eyes go wide and cock twitch. You felt it in your walls, and your head fell, your hair now sticking on your forehead.

“Yeah? You want me to choke you? Naughty… Tsk, feel my cock? Feel daddy’s cock deep in you? Feel how hard I am? I’m re-ready to burst, honey… Y-you do that t- shiiit, you do that t’me…”

You almost wailed, the sensations clouding your mind. He gave a few thrusts, fucking you up even more, and with a harsh bite in his shoulder blade, you came on his cock. He growled, his teeth gritting at the overwhelming tightness of your cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m gonna-”

He didn’t have the energy nor the willpower to finish his sentence as he came deep inside in your fluttering core with a deep grunt that vibrated throughout your body as well.

When he was done, you let out a breathy sigh, and huffed a laugh against his chest.

“Th-that was good, huh?”

Your voice was still shaky, and you nuzzled your face into Andy’s body as his hands drew soothing circles on your back.

“Hell yeah… every time you’re so fucking good…”

You two basked in a comfortable silence, but you had a question that was burning your tongue.

“Andy?...”

He hummed, acknowledging your words.

“What’chu doing for Christmas?”

He stiffened, and disappointment went through your whole body.

“I- I’m not here… Laurie wants us to go to her parents’ house… don’t know why though, she usually goes without me, but this year? I don’t know what that woman has in her head.”

You nodded, trying to hide your sadness. It didn’t surprise you, after all these years, he’d never spent Christmas with you.

•

As you opened the door of your apartment, you let yourself fall on the couch, sinking into it. You felt so stupid. You had ruined this perfect moment by asking a question you already knew the answer to. How the hell had you thought you were comfortable with being a mistress?

Your mother was a nurse and worked on Christmas Eve, your siblings were all over the country and you’d all come to the conclusion that it would be better to celebrate the new year together. Your friends were with their families, Christmas was in four days, and you didn’t have anyone to spend it with. Because let’s be real, your four plants were pretty, but not that talkative. They also couldn’t eat the roasted turkey you wanted to make. What a shame, your turkey was good.

That bottle of wine was calling you. And you needed a bath.

You busied yourself at work the next days, and the paperwork and emails were off your desk after the third day. The thoughts of being alone at Christmas were slowly creeping up your back though, and you tried to repress them, to no avail. Andy wasn’t even here to keep you company, he was away with a wife he didn’t like and a son he didn’t understand anymore. You knew your worth, but sometimes, you just craved his attention. Tsk, what a life you were living. Stuck between a shit marriage that would never end. You had to be realistic. Waking up the next day, you felt immensely relaxed. Was it the sweet liquor you’d drank the night before, or the sudden urge to cook, you didn’t know, but you felt amazing. Like you knew good things were coming your way. As you opened your blinds and curtains, you gasped at the small snowflakes falling over the city. Boston’s insane amount of snow never failed to amaze you, and the previous days had been filled with sluggish ice and melting snowmen. It was time for some fresh snow, at last… The view from your window was beautiful. The city under snow was gorgeous, and you quickly rushed to your balcony, just to be able to touch the white, chilly, cotton-like snow underneath your fingers. After a few minutes in pure cold, you shivered and went back inside. As the morning went by, you listened to the classic Christmas music, drank an unhealthy amount of coffeed hot cocoa, and then your mother called, instantly ruining the mood. She told you how much she regretted working on this day, and how she would’ve loved to have you and your siblings, and you hung up with a sour mood.

Not wanting it to beat up your day, you immediately started to prepare food, even if it was just for you. The turkey was marinating and your chocolate pie was in the oven when you heard a few knocks on the door. Andy’s signature knocks. Your heart dropped, but in a good way, and you rushed to it. Looking through the peephole, you let out a confused glance when you saw his face. What the....

“Andy?”

Oh, he looked funny. His dark hair was ruffled underneath a Santa's hat that had little stars that lit up, and his broad figure was hidden by the ugliest Christmas sweater you’d ever seen. He had a champagne bottle in his hand, bags and a box wrapped up in shiny wrapping paper in the other.

“Merry Christmas to you too! Can I come in? It’s freezing…”

You nodded, widening the door so he could fit and come in. His teeth clacked together as he put the bag and present on your countertop. The lawyer turned around and walked to you, who was still by the entrance. Grabbing your waist with his big hands, he pulled you in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You still had a confused face, and it made Andy chuckle, causing him to kiss the top of your furrowed brows.

“I know I shoulda called, but, I wanted to surprise you, help around the house… And I bought you a present…”

Your heart thumped almost comically, and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised giggle at him. Dork.

“... And I wanted to see you. I knew you were alone, and Laurie didn’t want me to come to her mother’s house at the end of the day… And I also have some good news…”

You smiled at him, burgundy lipstick making your lips look so kissable and Andy couldn't help but do it. You hummed as he backed you up against the countertop, his hands coming under your sweater. A small hiss came out of your mouth when his cold hands grasped your waist, and he was about to lift you on it when the oven beeped.

“Ah, shit, my pie…”

Your lover grumbled something under his breath, and as you took the pastry out, turning your upper body towards him, Andy’s stomach filled with nervous flutters at the domesticity of the scene.

“Don’t be mad, baby… We’ll have plenty of time for that later, but I need you to help me with the cooking, ‘kay? C’mere, put the turkey in the oven.”

Oh, the weather outside was frightful, and even though you didn’t have any fire the heat of the oven was so delightful… And why would you go somewhere when you were with the man you considered to be the love of your life?

This was probably one of the best Christmas ever spent. You two were walking around the kitchen, with ridiculous hats on, singing Mariah Carey songs, kissing each other's sugary lips… The happiness you felt was a new form, one that made you feel like you could actually have a real life with him, not a secretive one… One with a house, a dog, maybe a ring on your finger…

When lunch was finally ready, it was about two pm, and you were starving. You ate quickly, stuffing yourself and falling back on your chair with a groan.

“Damn… I’m never eating again…”

Andy started cleaning up, leaving your turkey pregnant self alone for a moment. You basked in the comfortable noise of him putting the dishes in the sink. You could get used to this. When he came back, he set the gift in front of you.

“Oh Andy… I didn’t get you anything…”

He shrugged.

“Pff, I don't care… You’re the one who deserves something…”

You grinned at him as you tore the wrapping, revealing a gorgeous orange box.

“Andy. You. Didn’t.”

The smile that adorned his face was beautiful, the little eye crinkles making him look even cuter.

“But I did, baby… C’mon, open it.”

The Hermes box felt smooth underneath your hands, and you took your time opening it, revealing the beautiful scarf you had been eyeing for months.

“Oh my god… Andy, you’re fucking crazy… Do you know how expensive these are!?”

You were trying hard to repress your excited squeal as you took the softest material out, feeling it caress your skin. Andy got up, walking behind you.

“Gimme, let me help you put it on… This color’s gonna look amazing with your complexion…”

As stupid as it sounded, you held your breath when he wrapped the scarf behind your neck. You could moan at the feeling of the silk around your throat.

“How does this feel?”

“Amazing…”

His hands rubbed your shoulders soothingly, and you threw your head back, watching him from upside down. He bent down and captured your lips with his, and both of you smiled into the kiss.

“Fuck… I love you…”

Andy’s voice was smooth, and your insides clenched. He grabbed your hand, lifting you up, and you made your way to the couch.

“So… For the big news… Sit down baby, you’re gonna be happy.”

You did as he said, but nervous jitters made your hands tremble. He grabbed them and kissed your palm.

“So… I didn’t tell you something… I didn’t take a vacation to take a vacation… Me and Laurie are finalizing the divorce.”

You tried not to smile, and you gave him a serious nod.

“Oh wow… I-I’m sorry Andy....”

You squeaked when he moved you on his lap, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“Don’t be… We’ve wanted this for a long time… I think we were cowards and didn’t want Jacob to be hurt, but he’s the one who told us a few months ago that it would be best for the family… The tension was unbearable… And also not being with you? Yeah, that was the last straw…”

You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, his tongue instantly entering your mouth. A few whimpers escaped both of you, and the way his lips pressed into yours, hard, making you feel his love for you, left you breathless.

“I want to be with you, baby… Forever. You’re the one I love… Since a long time… I’m so sorry I took so long to be exclusive, but now? No more secrets, no more hiding. Just us and our love. Publicly.”

“But what about th-“

“Shhh, love up on me, questions, after, ‘kay?”

You sealed the deal with a kiss, the soft peck becoming an intense, smily, make out session. Maybe Christmas “alone” wasn’t so bad after all.

Fin.

A/N: OOOKKK, thank u for reading! I hope this was good lol, and yes CHEEZY ending, whadda about it? Its the holidays, idgaf about angst. Reblogs and feedback are very appreciated🥺❤️

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫⁂ ⤔ although you knew it was cliché, you had a tiny crush on your best friend’s older brother in high school, and while you never truly got over it, you stopped waiting for something to happen. you definitely didn’t think that you would end up hooking up with him in your best friend’s house fifteen years after high school. (bestfriendsbrother!andy)

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Actus Reus

Warnings: nonconsensual sexual acts (oral, spanking, intercourse)

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find yourself at odds with Andy Barber both in and out of court.

Note: I just decided to write this one shot because I could and because @lokislastlove is harassing me all the time!

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You stood as the judge went through the motions, the verdict closer and closer. Judge Hannon's voice carried through the courtroom and you longed for those words; 'Not guilty'.

As your victory was confirmed, you glanced across the room at the Assistant District Attorney. You smiled as his eyes met yours and his jaw ticked. More and more often you found yourself on the docket with Andy Barber and to your delight, the last three times had been successful. At least, on your end.

You shook the defendant’s hand and congratulated him on his avoided jail time. Your own celebration would have to wait.

You packed up and neared the aisle. Andy sat behind the desk, his briefcase open and his papers still stacked before him. You rested your bag on the corner and stopped.

"Head up. There's always next time." You chimed.

He looked over. His lips remained a straight line and his eyes burned fiercely at you. Usually he took it on the chin with grace and you were startled at the sheer anger in his expression. He sighed and turned to shuffle his papers into a single pile.

"Yeah," He stood, "Next time."

You smiled and nodded. You left him to stew in his ire and shrugged as you neared the door. You'd seen it before. Egos always seemed to find their way into the courtroom. Well, his wasn't your concern, you had your own to deal with. This high wouldn't last forever, but while it did, you were sure as hell going to enjoy it.

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Aaron finished his drink and checked his watch. The wife was waiting, so he claimed. That was always his excuse to cut out early and the rest were quick to follow suit; early morning, kids, cat needed to be fed. You bid Carlos goodbye next and then Geena. Your posse was rather lame outside the courtroom, not that they were much fun there either.

You shrugged and made your way to the bar for a second round. You stood at the corner trying to catch the attention of the bartender. The subtle movement of another at the opposite end caught your eye. You recognized the beard made darker by the shadows and you recognized your adversary despite his attempt to hide behind his hand.

You smiled and played his game. You pretended not to notice him as the bartender finally came your way. A double with lime. You waited and watched until the stout tumbler was placed before you. You paid and left the change as a tip. You walked a few stools down, closer to Andy as he stared into his rye. You climbed up and set your glass down loudly.

You stared at the Coors sign and crossed one leg over the other as you sipped. You smiled above the lip of the glass and sighed. His stool creaked and he cleared his throat.

"Come to gloat?" He asked.

"Nah, just wanted to see if you'd find your spine." You taunted. "I take it that's not a happy drink."

He glared at you and drained the last gulp. He motioned to the bartender and ordered a refill.

"And once she's done, give her another on me." His voice was low, monotone. He barely looked at you.

"You don't have to--"

"You won. You earned it," He huffed. "And I was always told it wasn't good to drink alone."

"You talking about you or me?" You countered.

He shrugged and accepted his second drink.

"Whatever makes you feel better," He grumbled.

"Look, Mr. Assistant District Attorney, I don't think you need to be so worked up over me." You snickered. "A public defender is hardly an enviable position."

"You do well enough, don't you?" He took a swig and licked the excess from his lips.

"Look, I think I'm good on the refill. A kind gesture but..." You stood and took your drink. "I don't think alcohol is a great mixer for us."

"What's wrong? Not so mouthy without an audience."

"Right, Andy," You backed up slowly. "I'll see you at the courthouse. Hopefully not soon."

You left him to mope and returned to your table, alone but not disheartened. The gin was just starting to kick in and lent a soft glow to the dark barroom.

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Another drink and you were ready to go. Admittedly it was one too many but tomorrow was your day off and despite his resent, Andy had insisted on sending it over. He left just as it was delivered to your table. You raised it in thanks as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

You left the empty glass on the table and slung your jacket over your arm as you hugged your bag to your side. It was barely midnight, the bar would be open for a few hours more. You stumbled out into the dim street and the door clattered behind you noisily.

You swayed as you stopped on the curb and looked up and down the road. A cab would be your best bet.

You chuckled dopily as you squinted at a set of headlights down the street. The alcohol was starting to really nip at you. You raised your hand to flag down the taxi but were suddenly pulled off balance. Your scream was capped by a hand over your mouth as you kicked out and dropped your blazer and bag onto the sidewalk. You flailed as you were dragged back into the mouth of the alley just beside the bar.

"Shhhh," The hot breath smelled like whiskey as you were shoved against the wall.

You looked up at the looming shadow, the silhouette of broad shoulders and a face shrouded in darkness. Your vision was hazy and your felt a draining warm flow through you as the gin sank deeper into your stomach.

"You make a noise," The coarse growl chilled you, "I'll make sure you never say another word again."

You gulped and slapped the stranger's chest. He was strong, big, immovable. You whimpered into his palm and he pressed it harder to your lips.

"Do you understand?" He snarled.

You nodded and your hand slipped from his chest.

You leaned against the wall, trying to flatten yourself as his hand slid from over your mouth.

"Please..." You wisped.

"Don't, " He warned as he grabbed the front of your blouse, his leg against yours as he pinned you there.

He tore your shirt open and pushed it aside. He squeezed your tits gruffly, your bra thin beneath his touch. He was quick to snake his hands down around your ass and knead with a beastly growl.

His hands descended further and he yanked on your skirt until it was above your thighs. He ripped your panties down just as quickly and your legs wobbled beneath you. You threatened to crumple entirely and he pushed your shoulders back against the wall.

He was terse, silently demanding as he led your body to his whims. He pulled your leg up and hooked it around his hip. You heard a buckle and a zipper, the noise cut through your panic and you were washed over with numb acceptance.

You blinked a long blink and when you opened your eyes, he was inside you. He jerked your body violently as he impaled you. His hand kept a hold of your knee as he writhed against you with muted grunts. His other hand moved in the shadows along the edge of your vision. You closed your eyes again and scratched your fingernails along the wall as your ankles buckled underneath your weight, the thin heels of your shoes threatening to snap.

You felt a painful fullness, an incessant pounding in your core, as this stranger ravished you. Your eyelids bloomed yellow for an instant and you opened them to another blinding flash, and another, several until the light turned constant. Until you were nothing but a rag doll crushed between the grimy brick and inhuman warmth.

The bar door opened with a shrill grind and closed again. Several times as you were trapped only feet away. Drunken footfalls echoed away and you just let them.

You gave a whine and the hand flew from your leg to your mouth. Another hush as your leg dangled around the stranger and he kept on rutting into you. Every thrust was harder, meaner, his sinister growls barely restrained as the light kept your clueless.

Then it all stopped. His hips slowed and he pulled out of you. Heat spurted down your thigh and the light moved lower before it died entirely. Your skirt was tugged down over the mess and you were left to collapse into a heap.

The buckle again, and the zipper. The soft soles on the ground and the drop of your bag beside you and the flutter of your jacket over your chest. You stayed there, weak, frightened, and the shadow walked away into the darkness.

You buttoned up your shirt, crooked and untucked as you pushed yourself to your feet. You pulled on your blazer and gripped your bag tightly, unsteadily finding your way back to the street. There was a drunk pissing on the other side of the road and you limped down towards the corner. Another taxi appeared and you raised your hand, almost tripping over your own feet.

All you had to do was get home. Get home, get safe, and you could figure it out tomorrow.

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The next day, you woke with barely any recollection of how you got home. You remembered your last drink and the door closing behind you but everything else was a garbled, retina burning blur.

You didn't do much more than hold together your splitting head. It really hadn't been that great a victory and you accepted this as the humbling you deserved. That and the ache throughout your body, the filth you felt upon waking on your couch. The feeling as if you had forgotten something very important. But all that remained was that blur. That painful blur that made you want to wretch.

It faded with each day that followed. As you got back to your usual toil, your little excess dissolved into the void of routine. You worked long hours, interview witnesses, consulted defendants, and pored over case files.

That night almost entirely slipped your mind but for the odd dreams that waited for you in the night. The bright light, the rutting breaths, the warmth in your core, broken by the sobering mornings and washed away with the hours between.

What was it? Two, three weeks. Maybe a whole month. You didn't dwell on that night until your old foe sat just across the aisle.

You stood patiently, quietly, as the judge read over your new evidence. It would be the crux of your next case but you couldn't betray that to Andy as his hand stretched across the plaintiff's table and he watched Judge Hannon closely.

"Your honour, we were not given sufficient notice--" Barber began.

"This trial has yet to commence. The defendant is giving notice now and as I see..." Hannon paused and flipped to the first page, "You signed off on the review."

"That is not what we saw," Andy lied.

"If there has been any tampering, it was not on our accord." You argued. "As is customary, once the plaintiff has reviewed the evidence it is then sent directly to the court to be held for official consideration."

"Mr. Barber, if you can give a valid legal argument why this evidence should not be permitted, I'm waiting." Hannon closed the folder and stared at the prosecutor.

Andy's nostrils flared and he lowered his head in deference. He had no argument. As you watched him, heard his gristly breath as he sighed, you felt an odd coil in your stomach.

"Very well. I haven't the time to argue this further. You have your approval," Hannon tapped the folder. "Dismissed."

You smiled, just a little. The tugging at the back of your mind kept you from your usual delight. You packed up your briefcase and headed for the aisle. Andy met you there and watched you with a stern scowl. He nodded you ahead of him and you skirted past without a second thought.

He followed you down the aisle as the next parties on the docket shuffled into place. You swept through the door and it was swiftly caught behind you. The hall was quite and sterile, especially compared to the courtroom.

"You won't win. Not this time." Andy sneered and you stopped to look back at him. "You can't base your whole case on a parking slip."

"We'll see." You said and turned back.

You took two steps before his hand was on your arm. He spun you back to him and you gaped at him in shock. You wrenched free of his grasp and stumbled back.

"What do you think you're doing?" You hissed. "Andy, it's just a case. You win some, you lose some."

"Yeah, well, I'm real tired of losing..." He reached in his pocket and slid his phone out. "Especially to you."

"I'm just doing my job and your numbers aren't my problem," You scoffed. "Get your shit together."

"I should say the same," His lips curved just a little and he turned his phone to you. "How many people want this decrying their morality to the world?"

You stared at the image and grimaced. It was you, your blouse was undone, one side of your bra had slipped down below your chest and your eyes were bleary and senseless. Your skirt was bunched at your waist and below... That night. What had happened that night?

"What the fuck!?" You snarled. "Andy, how did--"

"Shhh," He hushed you and pinpricks spread over your skin. Your blood curdled as you felt like throwing up. "You don't wanna do this here."

You glanced over at the scales of justice on the short plinth then back to him.

"You think I'll throw the case because you got a few photos of me?"

"I think you’ll do... whatever I want you to." He smirked. "You'll start by having a little chat with me. In my office."

"I have to get back--"

"You will lie and say there was a delay in court," He said staunchly. "Or... I can CC you on the email I send to Hannon."

You swallowed and lowered your eyes. You shook your head and took a breath. You threw your hand up weakly.

"Okay," You said quietly.

He neared you and you winced. He sidestepped you and his shoes clicked down the polished floor. They stopped at the very end.

"Well..." He said.

You turned stiffly and marched towards him, your fingers tight around the handle of your briefcase. He carried on and you followed just a step behind. He led you past the desks of his fellow attorneys and to the corner office where his name was etched on a brass plaque.

He closed the door behind you with a quite clasp. You stood just inside and he brushed past you and crossed to his desk. He dropped his briefcase and leaned against the corner as he flicked his thumb across his phone. He watched the screen intently and tapped it twice.

You saw the moving shapes, indecipherable from your vantage and you set down your briefcase by the door. You neared and looked down at the video of yourself. You had no doubt it was him doing those things to you but nothing in the video could confirm that. If it wasn't him holding the phone, you'd have no idea at all.

"Andy!" You reached out and grabbed at the phone. "What is wrong with you?"

"You seemed to enjoy yourself." He stood straight and held the phone above him, beyond your reach. "Didn't you?"

"I-I--" You spluttered. "I don't remember. Andy, don't you realise that what you did--"

"You think you'd win that case, hmm?" He chuckled. "Really? You were drunk, you can't remember what happened let alone who it was."

"Give me the phone, Andy," You growled and were almost flush to him as you tried to reach it. "How dare--"

"You really think anyone will believe it's me?" He caught your wrist and held it above you. "Maybe, but they know for sure that it's you being a little slut in this."

"What did you--"

He wrenched your arm down and twisted. You cried out as he spun you around and turned you toward the desk. He easily slipped his phone away and grabbed the back of your neck. You dug your heel in and he squeezed.

"Shhh," He hissed in your ear. "We don't want anyone to hear. To know what a slut you are."

"Stop, get off--"

He let go of your wrist and clapped his hand over your mouth. He pushed on your neck and forced you forward until you were against the desk. He bent with you below him until your cheek was on the wood. He wiggled his hips and you felt his arousal against your ass.

"If you want to keep your reputation, likely your job, you will be good for me," He stood slowly, his hand still on your neck as he held you down. "You get your wins and I get mine."

"You can't do this," You pleaded.

"I already have," He gloated, his other hand crept down your back.

His reached over your ass and bunched your skirt in his fingers. You squirmed and his grip sent a pang down your spine. You groaned and he forced your skirt up over your ass. He tutted and played with the lacy edge of your panties.

"Is this what you wear to court?" He asked. "Naughty girl."

"Andy..." You uttered.

"You be quiet," He ordered as he grasped the top of your panties. "Or these go in your mouth."

He tore them down past your ass and you gasp. He leaned his weight on your neck and rubbed your ass. You closed your mouth and shakily curled your fingers over the edge of the desk.

"Good," He tickled along your skin and pulled his hand away.

There was a lull, a tense pause as you waited for whatever he had planned. The sharp slap that followed stung your ass and shattered the silence. You choked on your cry and he did it again. His large hand sent ripples through you as he spanked you, each time a low purr rumbled from him. Your toes slipped along the floor as your legs turned to jelly.

He only stopped as a soft chiming sounded. He released your neck and slowly dragged his hand down your back as his other rubbed a circle over your ass.

"Stay," He said.

You covered your face with your hand but didn't move from the desk.

"Barber," He said and indiscernible chatter rose from the speaker of his phone. "Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I'm not busy. No problem."

There was a moment before he let out a long breath. He pinched your ass and stepped away from you.

"Canavan's on her way." He grabbed your bag and returned to you. He pulled you up by your arm. "Better hide."

"I should go--"

"No time," He said as he urged you around the desk. "Go on."

He threw your bag under the desk and pointed beside as he shoved you down.

"She said she was already on her way."

"Andy," You fixed your panties and skirt. "I'll just go--"

"How's this?" He tilted his phone toward you. "Another to add to the collection."

A photo of your ass above your lacy panties greeted you. You blinked and recoiled.

"Why are you doing this?"

"We'll have lots of time later to discuss," He pushed on your shoulder and put his phone in his jacket pocket. "Now, go on."

You dropped to your knees reluctantly. He sat and waved you under the desk. You back underneath it, careful not to knock your head. He wheeled his chair close and blocked you in. His knees were on either side of your head as he rubbed his thighs.

"You'll have to keep quiet," His fingers fluttered up to his fly and he shifted as he undid it. "Keep yourself busy."

"Are you ser--"

"Shhh," He caught your chin as his other hand pulled his cock free of his pants. "Remember, quiet."

He got as close as he could and drew you to him. He stroked himself and pressed his tip to your lips. A knock sounded at the door and you froze.

"Open your fucking mouth," It felt as if he would crush your jaw and you obeyed with a whine. He shushed you as he slid into your mouth. "Don't you fucking stop." He growled under his breath before raising his voice to an eerily chipper tone. "Come in."

His cock was at the back of your throat as you stilled. You heard the door open but not close. The heels crossed and the other chair creaked as someone sat.

"I heard about the new evidence," The district attorney said. "Bit of a rough patch, eh?"

"Can't all be home runs," He said and tapped your leg with his toe. "It's nothing. I'll find a way around it."

"Look, Barber," Canavan said. "I know you will. You're a good attorney but we all need breaks. I can see it, you're stressed. It's okay to take a vacation."

"You know, it has been..." You began to move your head as he poked you again with his shoe. "Tough but I think whatever it was, I'm past it. It was just... you know Laurie and Jacob. She was doing a lot of overtime and the kid likes to run off at all hours but I think we finally figured it out."

His legs held you snugly as he tensed at the feel of your mouth gliding up and down his length. You thought of the images on his phone, of the chaos they could inspire, of how hard you'd worked to get where you were. This man wanted to exchange all that for his own ego. You pressed your tongue to his shaft and he cleared his throat gruffly.

"A couple days, if you need them, more if you wanna take the family away," Canavan offered. "Look, a little while without you is better than you being here but not really being here. You get it?"

"Oh, I... do," He shuddered as you kept your pace steady.

You did your best not to make a noise as your spit dripped down his length. You could tell he was struggling just as much not to give you away.

"How about I think about it and get back to you tomorrow? I'll have to talk to Laurie." He said evenly.

"I can wait until tomorrow," The chair groaned and her heels clicked on the wooden floor. "Maybe dust off that Jack you hide in your second drawer. I'll keep pretending I don't know about it."

"I might just," Andy chuckled. "Thanks, Lynn."

"I mean it," Her footsteps neared the threshold, "Think about it."

The door closed and Andy let out a long breath. His hand went to the back of your head and he pushed himself down your throat with a moan.

"Fuck," He swore as he gripped your head between his hands. "You little fucking bitch. I thought you didn't want anyone to know you were so..." He hissed as he bobbed your head. "Bad. Fuck!"

You grabbed his thighs as he guided you up and down. You tried not to choke on him as he hammered the back of your throat. His right hand slipped around the back of your head and his other latched onto your shoulder.

He swore again as he leaned back in his chair and lifted his pelvis. He long legs stretched out around you as he spasmed. He held your head down as he grunted and emptied himself into your mouth.

His hips bucked only a few more times before he stilled. His hand fell from you and he hung his arms over the sides of his chair. He sighed and you nearly gagged as you pulled him out of your mouth.

You were trapped halfway under the desk and you felt around behind you with one arm as you cupped your other hand before your mouth. You had a pack of kleenex in your bag, somewhere.

"Ah," Andy clutched your hand and pulled you with him as he rolled back. His cock softened slowly over his pants. "Swallow or you can keep going until you get it right."

You frowned and your lips trembled in disgust. His cum had already thickened on your tongue and your eyes rolled back as you made yourself swallow. He let you go and you wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

"You know how it is," He winked as he leaned back and bent his arms behind his head casually. "You win some, you lose some."

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