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⋰˚*✧𝒔��𝒂𝒏𝒅 & 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓✧*˚⋱

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫. (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

It’s been one month.

It’s been an entire month since the best sex of your life, and things have- for the most part- gone completely back to normal.

Andy was still rude and horrible, and you still earned the brunt of his frustrations. Practically anytime you speak, he’s immediately redirecting, telling you how awful the idea is. The only difference is now instead of making your jaw clench, it makes your thighs clench.

It’s infuriating, and you wish he’d just drag you into his office and let out all that pent up frustration, but he never does.

Today you’re sitting in the seat next to him, watching him intently, he looks way too good in his white button up, interacting with the sweetest old lady, Ms. Ellis. She lost her daughter last year and Andy is in charge of the case, prosecuting an ex boyfriend who everyone is sure did it. Ms. Ellis adores Andy, and he’s so good with her, talking her down when she gets worked up, consoling her when she cries.

You watch on in wonder as he talks about the evidence, it’s a side of Andy you’ve never seen before.

After the meeting is over you say your goodbyes and Andy escorts Ms. Ellis out of the office. You watch from afar as he gives her a hug, and then stops at the file room. When the door closes behind him you follow, opening and shutting the door as quietly as possible. You twist the lock and then check the rows for any other people, once you’re sure you’re alone you find Andy in the last row.

He sees and raises one brow. You gather up a weeks worth of confidence and move toward him, putting your body between him and the shelves. He looks from side to side, and then his eyes drop down to your legs, moving up until they’ve scanned you head to toe.

“You need something, intern?” That gentle voice he used with Ms. Ellis is gone.

“You’re really sweet with her,” You whisper, and Andy doesn’t respond, he just stares at you. You take a deep breath and then slide your hands slowly up Andy’s chest, feeling the dips of his muscles through his shirt. One of your palms curls around his shoulder and the other tugs on his tie.

You search his face for any signs of emotion, but there’s none, so you use his shoulder as leverage and rise up on your toes to press your lips gently to his. He doesn’t kiss you back, so eventually you fall back on flat feet.

“How come you’re never that sweet to me?” You whisper, and finally the corner of Andy’s mouth turns up the slightest bit.

You bite your lips to hide your grin, while Andy’s smirk only gets wider. “You want sweet, hey?”

Instead of answering you just let your hands wander, gripping his biceps with a sarcastic smile. His eyes follow your hands, before they flick back up to meet your own. Just to annoy him you squeeze his arms one more time.

He hums and then leans in until his lips touch your ear, “Slut’s don’t deserve sweet.”

You shove him away from you with a huff, narrowing your eyes at him while he tries to hide his smirk.

“I hate you.” You mumble, and Andy hums, grabbing your wrist to shove you forward while he slaps your ass.

“Back to work intern.” He demands.

You take a few steps and then flip around to face him again, “Could you specify, Mr. Barber? Regular work or after hours work?”

“Back to work,” He repeats, his voice stern. The look in his eyes tells you not to test him, so you role your eyes and turn your back to him, leaving the copier room with a sigh.

The rest of the day goes by slow, you receive multiple more reprimands from Andy, all of which take place in front of the rest of your colleagues. You were dying to talk back every time but you resisted, telling yourself you could wait until the end of the day to yell at him.

Once you’re finished all your work for the day, you stomp into Andy’s office and drop the files on his desk with a fake smile. There’s hardly anyone here, it’s completely dark outside and your stomach is grumbling in hunger. “All done, Mr. Barber.”

He’s leant back in his chair, watching you with an amused smirk on his face. He doesn’t bother to look at the files, he doesn’t even fucking open one, but he says, “Re-do them.”

You’re eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, and Andy raised his eyebrows at you when you don’t say anything. “They don’t need to be re-done.” Your words are whispered through clenched teeth.

“Yes they do.”

You’re about on the verge of tears from how angry you are, “You didn’t even look at them.”

“I don’t need to,” Andy shrugs, “Are they done in MLA format?” You nod, “Then they need to be re-done in Chicago format.”

“Neal said MLA was fine-,” You start, but Andy cuts you off when he stands.

“You don’t answer to Neal, intern. You answer to me. I want them done chicago style. Re-do them. Tonight.”

Your chin starts to quiver so you pull your lips into your mouth, looking at the ceiling to keep your emotions in check. You take a deep breath in and then go to grab the files off of Andy’s desk, making sure to bump his shoulder on your way out.

Two hours later, it’s nearly nine o’clock, your stomach is close to eating yourself, and you’re only half way done.

You’re the only one still here so when the door to the cubicles opens, you startle.

“Sorry,” Neal laughs. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You sigh and give him a tired smile. “I didn’t think anyone else was here.”

“Me either, how come you haven’t left yet?” Neal leans against the side of your desk and you want to role your eyes at his question, and completely throw Andy under the bus, but you refrain.

“I did these briefs wrong, so I’m redoing them all.” The words taste like acid coming out.

“What’s wrong with them?” Neal asks, and you shrug, rubbing a hand across your forehead.

“Citations were wrong.”

Neal chuckles and groans at the same time, cursing under his breath. “Andy can be a real ass.” At that he grabs the chair from the desk next to you. “Well since I told you MLA was fine, I’ll help you fix them.”

•••••

You arrive back at work the next morning after only leaving three and a half hours earlier. You have an extra large triple espresso, your hair is rumpled, and you’re wearing the same outfit as yesterday. But, the briefs are done.

You’ve barely taken a seat at your desk when someone yells that Andy wants you in his office immediately.

If your eyes weren’t so dry and tired you’d roll them, but you just get up and head to his office, purposely dragging your ass to piss him off.

“Shut the door.” His voice is a low growl that sends shock waves straight to your core. Your sex drive awakens the second you see him. He’s not looking at you, instead he’s facing his windows, looking out over Boston with what you can only imagine is a glare, his permanent resting face.

You do as your told, remaining completely silent out of fear or anger, you’re not totally sure which.

Andy turns and then circles around you. Your stomach drops when he ventures behind you and you hear the dead bolt on his door turn.

“I finished the briefs…” You whisper, just to break the silence.

“Did you?” Andy asks from behind you.

You nod your head, almost frantically. “Yes, they’re right there on your desk.” You tell him and you swear you hear him scoff.

“Yes, I know they’re done…” He starts, coming up behind you so close that you can feel his warmth. Ironic since his personality is literal ice. “But you didn’t do them.”

You’re about to argue when he silences you by brushing your hair off your neck, pushing it to one side. “I know Neal was here with you last night.”

You heart starts to thump as you realize exactly where he’s going with this.

“Funny.” He says humorlessly, “This is exactly what you were wearing yesterday.”

Oh god. It was an honest mistake. You got home so late that you slept through your alarm, you put the same skirt and blouse back on cause you didn’t even have time to open your closet this morning. You don’t even have time to be angry at what he’s insinuating.

You shake your head, your stomach is at your feet, tears welling in your tired eyes. This looks bad. You don’t want him thinking you have any sort of relationship with Neal after what happened last month.

“Andy-,” You start, but he cuts you off, his words as harsh as you’ve ever heard them.

“Shut up.”

And then he shoves you forward. You stumble towards his desk with a sob.

“He does the briefs for you, in exchange for what?” Andy asks, crowding you up against his desk until your hips are pushed right against it. His large hand curls over your shoulder again and you shiver. The closer he gets, the more you have to fight the urge to lean back against him and beg him to take you.

“Nothing, I did them. He only helped.” You insist, and Andy chuckles like he doesn’t believe a word you say. “I promise-,” You try again, but Andy cuts you off.

“Did you jerk him off?”

You cringe at the insinuation, anger bubbling up inside of you along with more tears.

“Did you suck his cock?” He asks again.

“Andy, no-” You try to move but he shoves you down until your chest is flat against his desktop and your pulse starts to race.

“You let him fuck you?” He asks, and the pure possession in his voice sends chills down your back.

You shake your head as more tears stream down your cheeks. “No. That’s only you Andy.”

He hums and then you feel him push his hardening cock against your ass. “Oh, baby I wanna believe that.” He mutters, and his fingers wander down to grab the hem of your skirt. “But I don’t trust sluts.” He pulls the fabric over the curve of your ass and wastes no time delivering a stinging blow to your ass cheek.

He just spanked you.

You can practically feel yourself drenching your underwear at this point, and it makes your cheeks burn red with embarrassment. He’s literally punishing you-humiliating you- and you’re soaked. He’s right, you’re a slut.

“I’m your slut, Andy. Only yours.” You whisper, trying to grind your aching cunt against the table for some relief.

“Yeah?”

You nod, still wiggling on desk while he shoves his dick up against you over and over again. Fuck, you want him inside you again so badly.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time and you whimper but take it, biting your tongue to keep from crying you. Silent tears stream down your face but Andy ignores them, spanking you until your ass is bright red. “Only yours,” You repeat again. “Please fuck me,”

Andy laughs, and you start to cry. “Please,” You’re not usually one to beg, but you’re so wound up you’ll do anything to show him that you’re all his.

With a divided groan he flips you onto your back, knocking a few things onto the floor in the process. Your legs spread wide open and he smirks. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nod your head frantically and he sighs like he can’t resist, grinding his aching hard on against your soaked underwear.

You arch your back and moan, moving your hips to meet his for a second thrust that never comes.

He lifts off you with the self control of a champion, slapping your cunt before he says, “You don’t deserve it. Slut.”

The words cut like a knife, and your legs fall closed while you scramble up and off his desk, straightening your clothes.

“Back to work intern.”

“Go fuck yourself, Andy.” You cry, and then you’re pathetically stumbling out of his office, looking even more disheveled then when you came in.

You unlock, and open the door with a sniffle, but then Andy is pushing the door shut one more time, hovering behind you like he’s been doing this whole time. “You’re my intern. You need help you come to me, not Neal.”

You don’t nod, you don’t react at all. You just stare straight forward. He uses one hand on your waist to physically turn you, and then he tilts your head up til you meet his eyes.

“I’ll be over at seven. After you walk around all day with your panties soaked cause of me, then I’ll consider letting you cum on my cock.”

You mouth drops open and the corner of his lips lift in a smirk. He opens the door for you, and shoves you out with a light slap on your sore bum.

“Maybe after I turn your ass red again I’ll finally be sweet.”

But you just think, Yeah I doubt it.

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