#Hot Lawyer Daddy | Andy Barber

[navybrat817]

Negotiations

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You meet with Andy to discuss the terms of your potential contract. Word Count: Over 4.2k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, tension, slight insecurities, negotiations, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Work felt like the longest shift even though it was only a few hours. You saw the customers through a different set of eyes as you served them. You wondered how many of them struggled like you or what they would do if someone like Andy entered their lives. If you came to an agreement with him on everything, you weren't sure if you'd ever step foot in the diner again after you quit. Not because you were embarrassed.

It was merely time to look forward.

And look my best.

You turned to the side when you checked your reflection. Estelle had way too much fun picking out an outfit for you. After carefully searching and sneakily looking at the price tag so she didn’t splurge, you opted for a sleeveless, blazer style dress. Nothing over the top or too fancy. You still wanted to look like you while looking professional.

Though she insisted it was your birthday gift, along with the surprisingly comfortable black heels, you planned to pay her back. Whether from the money Andy gave you or once you got your paycheck months from now at your new job. If she refused, you’d tell her the only gift you needed was her support and she gave that to you. Like she knew you were thinking about it, she messaged you.

“Good luck! I know you look hot! Knock his socks and pants off! He better give you everything you deserve!”

You had to smile at her enthusiasm. “It’s his office. His pants are staying on.”

“You say that now, but he’s the boss. You’ll change your tune once he has his hands on you.”

Laughing as you tucked your phone away, you couldn’t completely disagree with her. Andy robbed you of your breath whenever you saw him and it surprised you that you could maintain logical thinking when he was close by. You had to maintain that rational headspace today. He was a man used to people telling him what he wanted to hear. As an ex-lawyer and businessman, he could sway things in his favor if you weren’t careful.

Considering what he was offering you, it didn’t once feel like he was taking advantage of your misfortunes.

You stopped yourself from messaging Andy that you were on your way. He was a busy man with more important stuff to deal with than a check-in from you. It would be one of the topics of discussion shortly anyhow. Would he want to know where you are at all times or would he be content with the occasional message?

How much control will he want over me? How much do I want to give him?

Thanking and paying the cab driver as you arrived at the building, you didn't feel as out of your element the way you did at the restaurant. The office setting was familiar. It was bittersweet going inside though for something that wasn't work or an interview. Maybe this was better.

You held your head high as if it was.

I can do this.

You handed your bag over for the security officer to check while he verified your identification. Satisfied once he double checked your name and ID, he handed you a guest badge and allowed you to go to the elevators. It comforted you that Andy and his employees were safe when they went into his building. You wondered how often you'd be here or if he'd keep you away from his office outside of functions.

You avoided looking at anyone as you got into the elevator, though you felt the eyes of a couple of men sweep over your body. It didn’t matter what they thought. Andy was the only one you wanted to look good for. As you passed by each floor, the more you worried about breaking into a sweat. You shifted back and forth until the door opened.

One step closer.

It took you a second to move your feet forward and turn down the hall. It seemed to stretch on for miles, the door at the end of it was large and daunting. It was like entering the lion’s den, but you weren't afraid. Even if you did pause again before you turned the handle and walked in.

An older woman, Irene according to the nameplate on her desk, sat outside of a set of double doors, giving you a kind smile as she looked up from her keyboard. You didn't let her appearance fool you. Anyone who worked for someone as powerful as Andy likely had thick skin and a "take no crap" attitude.

"How may I help you?"

"Hi. I'm here to see Andy Barber," you replied, giving her your name and inwardly wincing. Of course, she knew you were there to see him. Why else would you be there?

"Yes, Mr. Barber is expecting you," she smiled, pressing the intercom on her desk. "Mr. Barber, your 4pm is here."

"Send her in, please."

It isn't fair that he sounds sexy through a speaker box.

"May I get you anything to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you," you smiled, following her as she opened the double doors.

This is it.

The office was just as you imagined, the walls lined with a mixture of art and accolades. A small table and chairs sat on one side with a couch on the other. It was elegant, but the man behind the desk drew your attention. Sunlight filtered in through the floor to ceiling windows behind Andy, casting a halo around him as he stood up. A symbol of power and authority in his black suit with the skyline behind him, you found it difficult to take your next breath.

He looks like he was born to be in charge.

"It's good to see you again," Andy smiled, walking around the desk and gesturing to the table. "Why don't we sit over here? Did Irene offer you a drink?"

"Of course, I did, Mr. Barber. And before you remind me, I know to hold your calls," she chastised him, which only made him chuckle before she smiled at you. "I'll be just outside if you need anything."

I knew it. Take no crap.

"Thank you," you said, giggling as you walked to the table. "I like her."

"I do, too. She keeps me on my toes," he said as he pulled out the chair for you. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful," you replied, setting your bag beside you. It was nice that he asked. "How are you?"

"My day was just fine," he said, taking a seat. He had a notepad waiting there, similar to yours.

"That's good."

He gave you a half smile and you debated whether or not to continue with small talk. "Nervous?"

“A little bit,” you said, refusing to lie to him. It wouldn’t start things off on the right foot if you did. “I didn’t have ‘Sugar Daddy Negotiations’ on my BINGO card this year.”

He chuckled, the sound beautiful in the large space. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t either," he joked. "And you don’t look nervous.”

“It actually does,” you smiled. “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Oh,” you said, your cheeks growing warmer the longer he gazed at you. While you wanted that to be his reaction, it was somehow unexpected. “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment, by the way.”

“And I wasn’t taking the bait. I’m telling you what I see.”

“Thank you. This was a birthday gift from Estelle,” you said, smoothing out the dress even though you were sitting. Why you felt the need to tell him, you weren’t sure.

“It’s a beautiful dress, but I was talking about your smile,” he said, his lip tugging in a small smile of his own before he cleared his throat. “As much as I’d like to sit here and continue to shower you with praise, maybe we should save that for another time.”

Your throat went dry at the implication, but you didn't want to get ahead of yourself. “Of course."

"Today is about figuring out our terms and setting expectations. I plan to take notes as we go along, if you don't mind."

"That's fine because I plan to do the same," you explained as you took out your notepad. "I’ve made a list of things I believe we should discuss and agree on before moving forward."

“You’re prepared,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "And getting down to business like last time."

“I do what I can,” you said, glancing at the first item on your list. “First thing is the length of our contract. You mentioned Mr. Huffman’s merger could take a few months, but there’s no definitive timeframe. My proposal is six months or when the job becomes available, whichever comes sooner.”

He considered your words carefully. “I spoke with Scott again and a merger like this may take a minimum of six months due to the range of variables. I propose a year or when the job becomes available. It hopefully won’t take that long, but I’d feel more comfortable if we have more time as opposed to less.”

A year was a long time, but you understood his perspective. “Why don’t we meet in the middle? Nine months.”

“Nine months, but if the merger is still pending at that time, we can revisit the contract and extend it if needed,” he proposed.

“Agreed,” you said, jotting down your notes on your pad while he did the same. “My job. You said I would need to quit and I’d be unable to take another position while under contract. I have no objections to that, but I won’t flat-out quit the diner. I’ll put in my two week notice. If they tell me not to come back, that’s on them.”

“I think that’s the respectable thing to do,” he said, nodding to your pad. “I don’t know where living arrangements are on your list, but I’d like to discuss that next.”

You wanted to discuss your free time since you wouldn't have a job any longer, but you would circle back to that. “Okay. You said over lunch that you’re not comfortable with me staying in my current place.”

“I did and I stand by that. I understand that my building doesn’t guarantee complete safety over yours because anything could happen anywhere at any time, but knowing you’re close by would help put me at ease. I have a loft ready to go and you can treat it as your own place. If something isn’t to your liking, we can change it within reason.”

“Within reason?”

Andy smirked slightly. “I can’t exactly take a sledgehammer to the wall if you want to make the space bigger,” he said, taking out his phone and pulling up an image. “But it’s a nice place. Feel free to swipe through it.”

The photos were beautiful and the living room alone looked larger than your entire apartment. “Is spending time at your place an expectation?” you asked.

“I’d like it if you did for an occasional dinner, but I understand if you'd rather not. I'd also like to meet you once a month outside of contractual obligations to talk.”

Sounds like a date. Is it though?

“I agree to the loft, the occasional dinner, and meeting with you once a month," you agreed. It wasn't overwhelming or demanding. You'd still have a sense of independence. "But I’d like to keep my current apartment. If I take this job in the upcoming months, I can't expect you to cover the loft anymore and I doubt I could afford it even with a decent salary. I’ll need a place to go back to until I find something better.”

"I own it," he said. He wasn't bragging in your mind. He was stating a fact.

"I doubt I could afford your rent then. I keep my apartment."

“Done,” he said after a moment. You were glad he agreed. Your apartment was still yours. “Which is a good segway into expenses. As a reminder, I plan to cover the rent for your current apartment, along with any bills associated with it such as cable or internet. If you prefer to shut those off during the contract, we can. I’ll also cover your cell phone, insurance, credit card bills, student loans, any debt you pay on a monthly basis. Oh, and groceries.”

Tears filled your eyes as he opened his mouth to continue. The more you tried to compose yourself, the more your face scrunched up. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You hadn't expected to get emotional, but actually hearing him say he’d cover your monthly bills and help you stay on top of everything was unreal. You'd sleep better at night knowing you had nothing to worry about.

I probably look ridiculous.

“Don’t be,” he said gently, handing you his handkerchief so you could dab your eyes.

“I’m just,” you stopped to take a breath. It was okay to be vulnerable. That was part of communicating. “I’ve carried this stress on my shoulders and knowing that you’re going to take some of that weight away is… I’m never going to be able to repay you for that or thank you enough.”

“I don’t expect a monetary repayment nor would I want that. I told you, honey. You're an honest and kind person. Your company is going to be more than enough.”

He sounds too good to be true.

“You say that now, but you'll grow tired of me,” you teased, holding out your hand to give him the handkerchief. “Thank you.”

He shook his head and refused to take it back. “Keep it. And considering I offered a year for this, I know I won't grow tired of your company,” he said, a bit of concern in his eyes as you sniffled. “Are you okay to continue? We can take a break.”

“I'm fine,” you promised, straightening up and feeling lighter, like the weight was already gone. “We were discussing expenses.”

“Yes,” he smiled, gesturing to your outfit. “I plan to take you shopping so you can have a few outfits, jewelry, shoes, make-up, and whatever else you need ready for the planned upcoming events, as well as some dressed down outfits so you’re comfortable when we travel and to spruce up your wardrobe if you’d like.”

Careful. You’re going to spoil me.

“I’m also going to deposit two thousand dollars into your account each month for your leisure,” he added, writing it on his pad as if that was the final say in the matter.

“Two thousand dollars?!” you nearly shouted. You weren’t trying to sound hysterical, but you failed. “I’m sorry, but who spends that much on clothes each month?!”

Andy looked like he was trying not to laugh at the incredulous look on your face. “You don’t have to spend it on clothes. It’s for you to use as you wish.”

“But you’re already buying me a whole new wardrobe AND covering all of my bills and expenses for nine months. I’m assuming you're covering travel expenses, too?”

“I will,” he confirmed.

“Then there’s no reason why I’d need that much money,” you said with a shake of your head. Estelle would probably tease you for not agreeing, but it was too much. “I can’t possibly need more than five hundred a month.”

“One thousand,” he said firmly as you narrowed your eyes. “Humor me, honey. Please?”

You tapped your pen against the pad as you thought it over. You really didn’t see a reason for that much, but you could put any leftover funds each month into savings. It would be good to pay Estelle back.

Plus, how could you argue when Andy gave you a sweet smile?

“Fine. One thousand each month,” you said, ignoring the look of satisfaction in his eyes. “Okay. We’ve discussed the length of the contract, my job, living arrangements, expenses, which includes traveling. How about traveling itself?”

“Is your passport current?” he asked.

“It is.”

“Good. Some of the traveling will require us to go out of the country and you’ll need it handy. We’ll need to coordinate our schedules so you can block off dates in your calendar. We’ll most likely share a suite for any non-local events, but I’m not going to make you share a bed with me. You have my word.”

You nodded as you wrote that down. It was a bit of a surprise that he didn’t expect you to sleep with him. “Thank you, Andy,” you said, pointing at him with your pen. “But I’m planning to tell Estelle about every function, big or small, so she knows where I am. I won’t budge on that.”

“You’re allowed to give her the details. You said you trust her and that she can be discreet.”

You could never picture Andy as a creep, but the confirmation that he wouldn't force you to sleep with him and that Estelle would know what's going on helped you relax. "If I'm not working or going to functions with you, what am I doing with the rest of my time?" you asked.

Does he expect me to be at his beck and call?

"I'm glad you asked. It's your time to do what you want. Relax, hang out with friends, pamper yourself. Minus the days you'll have blocked out in your calendar, the time is yours," he explained, lightly twirling his pen in his hand. The motion momentarily distracted you. "I only ask if you plan to leave the city to tell me, that way I know you're unavailable if anything last minute comes up."

You weren't sure what you were going to do with that extra time. While a nine month long vacation sounded nice, you didn't want it to be all leisure. You needed somewhat of a routine. Maybe you could take some self development courses to prepare for going back to the office.

"That's fair. I don't have any plans to leave the city, but I'll be sure to let you know if I do," you said, hoping you weren't missing anything as you looked over what you had written down. "What if I’m sick or there’s an emergency and I can't be with you?”

“Then you won’t go," he said as a matter of fact. "I’d never ask you to choose between this arrangement and your well-being or family. Depending on the situation, I could miss it to help you.”

That was unexpected. Andy shouldn't have to put you ahead of any of his obligations. The offer though, even if it never came to fruition, warmed your insides. "That's kind of you, Andy," you said softly before you cleared your throat. “The last topic I have written down is sex.”

“No,” he said, something unreadable in his eyes at the suggestion. “Sex is not on the table because I’m not going to pay you for that.”

“Oh,” you said, quickly scratching it off your list. It was admirable on his part, but also slightly disappointing. Clearly you misread some of the signals. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you, placing his hand over yours before you could pull it away. “If I sounded harsh, I’m sorry. I understand sex is an expectation for some arrangements, but it isn’t for me and I would never want you to feel pressured to be physical with me. I also have no judgments against anyone who pays for sex. My preference regarding intimacy is for it to happen organically.”

“I appreciate the explanation,” you said. This was a business transaction to him. That much was clear. But knowing his reasoning behind it did help. “As far as being affectionate at functions, what’s your take on that? Or going on dates?”

“I may have my arm around you or keep you close to my side, but nothing more if you’re uncomfortable with that. If you are, please tell me and I’ll stop immediately,” he answered before a moment of silence stretched on. "You're asking if we're going to go on dates?"

"You mentioned meeting once a month. Is that a date?"

He waited a few seconds before he answered. "It's a chance for us to meet up and talk. I don't want to demand a title for those moments. That isn't fair to you."

It wasn't a "yes" or "no" answer. Maybe after his divorce and not knowing if people genuinely wanted to connect with him, he wasn't interested in the dating scene. "Okay."

He leaned back in his chair with a hum. “You deviated from the sex discussion quickly.”

“You said it wasn’t on the table,” you reminded him. You weren't about to make a fool of yourself by pushing.

“I said I wasn’t going to pay you for sex. I never said sex wasn’t on the table at all,” he pointed out. You jumped to the conclusion that he didn't want it because it wouldn't be part of the contract. “Any discussion we have regarding that, I’d prefer not to be in a contract form.”

“So if it does happen, we’ll work through it together naturally?” you asked, not wanting to get your hopes up.

His gaze softened considerably. “Yes, we would. And I’d hope you’d trust me enough to know I’d treat you well and take care of you.”

"I do," you said.

"But sex and a relationship aren't expectations of our agreement or outside of it," he said, taking his hand away from yours. "I want to make that clear."

Andy driving the point home was what you needed, as saddening as it was. At the end of the day, it was a contract. He was paying you for your company. Surely he didn't want anything else. "Thank you for reiterating that. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss that I missed?"

His expression remained neutral, but you imagined it disappointed him that you shifted the conversation back to business. Wishful thinking on your part. "Yeah. The only other thing I wanted to discuss is the possibility of you having a driver."

"A driver?" you asked. Wasn't that a bit much? "I don't mind taking cabs or Ubers."

"I understand that, but I'd prefer if you had a driver. If you have to meet me for an event and I can't escort you myself, they will know exactly where to go. You also won't have to pay for someone to drive you around if you want to go anywhere."

"But you're paying them," you said.

"My job is to cover your expenses," he shrugged, leaning his head back and reaching up to loosen his tie. You stared for far too long. "Told you I want to take care of you, honey."

You shifted in your seat, hoping he didn't take any notice. "I want to pick the driver," you said, a little more breathy than before.

That poor driver is likely going to be bored for the next three quarters of a year being my chauffeur.

"From a selection of my choosing. They're all trustworthy."

"I'm giving Estelle the details of that, too," you said.

"I expect nothing less," he smiled, catching your eye. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

"Not that I can think of," you said.

He tapped the notepad with his pen. "I'm going to have a contract drawn up, but I won't ask you to sign it for a week. This will give you time to back out if you need to and it will also give you a few days to contact me should you think of anything else."

"One week," you whispered. Could you wait that long? What if you did think of something else?

"Until then," he said, standing to walk back to his desk. He came back with a letter sized envelope. "So you know I'm serious."

Your eyebrows shot up when you opened the envelope. It was a cashier's check for two thousand dollars made out to you. He had it ready for you. "Andy, this-"

"I know we agreed on one thousand, but I was set on two thousand before we talked it over. Even if you decide not to move forward with this, I want you to take it."

Afraid you might cry again, you set the check down and stood up to hug him. He stiffened in your hold and you wondered if you overstepped before he exhaled and wrapped his arms around your back. You thanked him already with your words, so you wanted to do it again with a hug. The way he held you in return, it felt like was saying "you're welcome".

And that you weren't alone.

"I wish we could have that dinner tonight," he whispered, his mouth close to your ear. You shivered before you reluctantly pulled away. "Unfortunately, I have to get drinks with a few executives."

"That sounds terrible," you teased, drawing a chuckle out of him. "I should get going then."

"It is terrible," he agreed, making sure you had the check and your other things as he led you to the door. "I'll see you back here in a week at the same time."

"And I'll hopefully speak to you before then," you said, not wanting to sound clingy.

But the smile he gave you was a sign of hope. "I'd like that."

This is going to be the longest week ever.

I don't need to wait a week. I'm signing on the dotted line! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Andy Barber Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[holylulusworld]

Law is his strong suit

Summary: You get another lesson from your professor...

Pairing: Professor Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: enemies uncle trope, angst, language, bitchy classmate, light blowjob, dirty talk, pet names, smut, unprotected sex, maybe a hint of dub-con?, mentions of stabbing, mentions of getting falsely accused, implied age gap (reader is a grad student and at age)

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist

“Carmela Ryan Buchanan,“ you harshly ring your classmate’s doorbell. “For fuck’s sake! Your professor wants me to be your tutor. Open the fucking door.”

She doesn’t answer the door. You are fuming. It’s one of your few days off and you are standing in the rain, waiting for the bitch to open the door. “I don’t have all day. Open the door or I’ll leave!”

“What do you want?” she rips the door open and immediately snarls at you. “I’m on my way to my date.” She sneers while snapping her fingers in your face. “Get in and write that essay for me. That’s why I wanted you to come here.”

“You—what?” you step inside her home if only to get out of the cold. “Your professor asked me to help you with your essay, not to write it for you, Carmela!”

“Yeah, I don’t fucking care,” she snaps at you. “I got a hot date with an even hotter guy. Don’t wait up for me.”

You blink at her response. While you open your mouth and try to stop her from leaving, she already is halfway out of the house. “Wait! You can’t just…what are you doing?”

She giggles while slamming the door in your face. 

You huff. Frustrated. “Who do you think you are?” it’s a lost cause to yell now, but you gotta get all the pent-up frustration out. 

“What do you think you are doing at my house?” you turn around like in slow motion as a familiar voice turns your attention toward the man storming toward you.

“I-was…she…and then,” stammering you watch your professor walk toward you. He’s on you in a blink and grabs your arms to slam you into the door behind you. “Ouch, you’re hurting me.”

“You crazy little bitch!” he growls. “How dare you break into my home? Is that your payback for the B you got for your papers?”

“Your home?” you furrow your brows. “What? I didn’t break in. Carmela let me in.” You fight back. “Professor Laufeyson forced me to become her tutor. It’s not my fucking fault if that bitch runs off to ride yet another dick.”

“I told you before, stop with your fecal language,” he growls and squeezes your arms. “You can’t talk like that as a lawyer.”

“Who do you think you are, Professor Barber? And what was Carmela doing at your house?” you purse your lips. “I bet you are fucking that little bitch. Why should she be at your house if not to ride some dick?” 

“She’s my niece,” Andy’s hands drop from your arms. He steps away as you run your hands up and down your upper arms. “Her father is out of town, and I offered him to keep an eye on her.”

“Good job, daddy,” you sass. “She just left your house to fuck some dude she just met.” He grits his teeth and his hands twitch as you finally speak your mind. “You are so high on your horse during lectures, but your family is just as bad as anyone else’s.”

“Go ahead, tell me everything you always wanted to say,” he steps closer again. His right hand pressed against the door he cages you with his body. “I want to hear all of it.”

“You’re a hard-ass only to be a hard-ass. I hate that you try to make us all feel bad all the time. Professor Barber is a three-letter word,” you sneer as he leans closer to sniff at your hair. “We are grad students. I’m an adult, not a kid.”

“You won’t make it one day at a courtroom. How do you want to handle all the bad guys, huh?” he whispers in your ear, making you shudder.

“It’s a promise I made when I was still a kid,” you raise your chin. “I want to defend the people no one cares about. The innocent ones.”

“No one is innocent, kitten,” you shudder as he moves one hand to your hips to squeeze your flesh. “You’ll end up defending people who hurt others.”

“My father was an innocent bystander,” he hums as you push against his chest to get him off you. “The cops didn’t care, and neither did the prosecutor. A lawyer proved them wrong. He found the footage and showed them that my dad didn’t stab that man at the bar. It was the bartender.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” you ignore the tingling in your body as he moves his hand a little higher and under your shirt. “I should put your nasty mouth to better use. Always keep it full of cock.”

“Professor Barber,” he dips his head to whisper in your ear. 

“Get on your knees and show me that you can be a good girl for once.”

You swallow thickly. It’s not that you don’t find him attractive, or that you never fantasized about riding his dick. But he’s your professor and you both can get into trouble for crossing this line.

“Did you say the same to all of your students?” you smirk as he lifts his head to look you in the eyes. His usually calm blue orbs darken, and you know, he fights to keep his emotions under control.

“Only you are a bad girl all the time. Now,” he moves his hands to your shoulders and pushes you down. You hiss when your knees hit the carpet. “What do you want, kitten? Go home and touch your sweet pussy imaginening it’s me pounding into you, or—”

You bite your lower lip and coyly look up at Andy. He steps back to unbuckle his belt. He slowly opens his fly, almost as if he wants to drag this out a little longer. 

“I want to see your big cock,” you wet your lips. “Maybe you can make up for being a bad professor all the time. Show me what you are hiding in those too-tight slacks.”

“You’ve got a big mouth on you,” he smirks as you watch him shove his pants and boxers down his thighs. “Show me what you can do with it…”

“Fuck that’s it, kitten,” Andy watches you run your tongue up and down his cock. You smirk and take him back down your throat.

You feel so powerful when the man giving you a hard time every day moans your name with every bob of your head.

“You suck me so good.”

It’s not a secret that you love to suck a nice dick. You moan around his thick length while Andy takes another picture.

“Only for me, I promise,” he groans as you tilt your head to take him a little deeper. “You’re so good for me Y/N.”

You roughly grip his thighs, all the while moving back and forth his length. He moves one hand behind your head to guide your movement. “Princess, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I knew it.”

He throws his head back and groans deeply. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, and you will look even prettier when you drool all over my dick.”

You move a little faster when you feel his cock twitch. He won’t take long to come in your mouth. “Stop, I’m going to cum in another hole…”

Andy didn’t cum in your mouth. No. He had other plans. He put a pillow under your belly and spread your legs wide. 

Now he moves on top of you. He’s pounding your quivering cunt, one hand around your neck. Andy moves his lips against yours, swallowing your moans and little squeaks.

“We gotta be quiet, princess,” he groans against your trembling lips, and gives you another hard thrust. “I want you to scream my name, but Carmela came home some time ago. We don’t want her to find out her uncle is fucking you good.”

“Andy—” you shout his name when you gush all over his cock. “Fuck…I…”

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” he speeds up again. “I guess we found a way to release all of your pent-up anger. I bet you’ll purr like a cat for me from now on.”

“We will see…professor,” you sling your legs around his waistline. “Give me a good show, and I’ll give you an A…” 

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[nectar-cellar]

he gives me hot stoic silent bodyguard vibes. what other role could u see him playing? 🥺// when i first sent that ask i almost added that i wanted to live out my steamy “sexy lawyer daddy Andy Barber” fantasies (chris evans in the apple series defending jacob) with this sim cause he’s perfect!! 🫦😌😮‍💨

omfg chris evans is so hot in that role. anon, we have the same taste in men??!! i love your mind...

[evansbby]

Why do I give you the creeps sweetie, I just missed you is all. ☹️.

And I’ll have you know that I’m not ugly at all! Plenty of women want to be with me 😏😏. Women literally can’t keep their hands off of me they find me THAT attractive! And I’m not a cheap! I used to send my ex wife $15 a week so she can buy herself some fake nails or something like that. And besides, she has to spend her OWN money SHE worked for, ever heard of feminism? 🤓🙄

And I insist on splitting the bill because I think every woman has the right to do what she pleases! And at the top of the list of being an independent strong woman, is to be in charge of your OWN money!! 💪💪 If I were to pay for her bill, I’m insinuating that she doesn’t have her own money and that I want to take ownership of her and her rights. And I really don’t want that! I already have a lot to deal with (you know as being a hot shot lawyer 😙). I don’t need anymore added stress about paying her bills. Besides, they get treated by me later that night anyway 😏😏.

I love you baby, will you talk to me now? 🥺🥺

- Any Barber 🩶

That was the most long winded explanation ever and all you did was yap about stupid reasons. $15 a week is pitiful because you actually do make a lot of money, so it’s very stingy of you to only give $15.

I’d consider being your girlfriend if you gave me $1000 a week allowance. What do you say, Andy? I’ll do anything you say but you have to be a daddy about it and not a loser who keeps yapping about “feminism” 🙃🙃

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi there! Different anon, but also here about Puncture. Funnily enough, Chris's character isn't the sex worker in the movie; he's the client. He's a talented lawyer hiding a serious drug problem as he takes on an enormous legal case. There's scenes of him with a bunch of different women, mostly naked, doing drugs, and researching the case.

Obviously, I can't speak for the other anon, but having read their ask, I thought they were pitching a sex worker!Bucky/Seb and sugar daddy!Steve/Chris fic.

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Ah, yeah! Like I said, I've not seen Puncture, so I don't know the full context. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew Mike was a lawyer, but I got too distracted to think 😏

That would be fun, too. There is something also to be said about buttoned up people hiding ink only to show it off when they strip down... and the something to say about it is that it's hot as fuck. (Hot As Fuck like thinking about how under all of Andy Barber's proper, decent suits Andy is tatted the. fuck. up. 🥴🥴)

And if Bucky were the sex worker in the situation, you KNOW he would be sweating the instant his new client undoes all the buttons of his shirt, getting down to his undershirt only, and he starts to see peaks of those tattoos. A mouthwatering tease for sure... How many more are there? Where are they? And not to play to stereotypes, but if he has that much ink, surely he can't be completely vanilla? Clearly, he doesn't mind some amount of pain 👀 This could be more interesting than Bucky thought initially.

[taurustwister]

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[breezymichelle99]

Mr. Barber’s Assistant | Andy Barber

Summary: After Jacob’s Trial everything had changed for Andy Barber. He lost his wife, he almost lost his job and his son. Nothing seemed right in his life. Nothing but YOU.

Word Count:  16,090 (Sorry kids, it’s a long one.) 

Warnings: Some Spoilers from Defending Jacob. Mentions of a car accident. Interoffice Romance. Brief mentions of a murder. unprotected sex, Multiple Point of Views. Boss|Assistant dynamic. Cursing. Mentions of cheating. Divorce. Mentions of being in the hospital. Laurie being a bitch. Neal being an asshole. Angry|Andy. pet names. Over protective Andy. Marking!Kink. Having a crush on your boss. Idiots in love with each other. keeping secrets. Mentions of Drinking. Self Doubt. Dirty Talk. Very Brief Hand job (if you squint.). fingering. Oral (f). edging (if you squint.). Consensual Sex. Regret. Second thoughts. Jealous Neal. Slightly possessive Andy. Brief Mention of Andy Getting Himself Off. Teasing. Mentions of Spanking. Mentions of mental health. Bipolar disorder. borderline personality disorder. Over protective Dad!Andy. Guilt about feeling happy. Toxic misogynistic male behavior. Some Ex-Wife Drama. Getting punched in the face.(PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

A|N: Hello! Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who reads this and or any of my stories. I hope you enjoy. please feel free to let me know your thoughts. Also I apologize for the length of this one I kind of got carried away. :) enjoy friends. (Pics for the moodboard came from pinterest. I do not own.)  

“Assistant District Attorney; Andy Barber?” a voice from behind you calls. You turn around to see a tall gentleman standing there behind you. There was silence for a minute before you spoke. “Mr. Logiudice, Mr. Barber is in a meeting with the DA.” you say, a firm tone in your voice. He smirked. Like you had just said something funny. Which you had not. “Doll, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Neal.” he stepped towards you.. The door to Andy’s Office swings open. Thank god. You exhale. “Leave her alone Neal, how many times do I have to TELL you…” Andy turns and gives you a flirty wink and nod. You couldn’t help but blush. You sit back behind your desk. Neal sighs, rolling his eyes. “Besides Neal, you’re not her type anyways.” he shoots a blue eyed gaze your way and you practically melt into your chair, biting your lip. 

You weren’t going to lie. You had a crush on the ADA… who didn’t? He was incredibly gorgeous, smart, powerful and sweet as hell, but don’t fuck with him. He didn’t take shit from anyone and everyone knew it. You’d been ADA Barber’s assistant for five years and well it had been a rough last couple of years for him, especially with his son's trial, and the aftermath of it, his father, through getting divorced from his wife, the accident, the long nights spent at the hospital with Jacob in a coma. It had been a pretty fucked up time for Andy to put it midly. But through everything you always stuck by him, no matter what he needed you were there for him; you’d developed a pretty close friendship. and he never forgot what you’d done for him. 

Lately something had changed in Andy. You found him being more affectionate towards you. Like today putting Neal in his place. Plus the “You're not her type.” comment that rang through your ears for the rest of the day and the way he had looked at you after; had sent your heart into overdrive and not to mention… a deep voice brings you back to reality. “Why don’t you head home, you’ve been working extra hard for me lately and you deserve a break.” you realize it was Andy that was talking to you. You refocus. “Mr. Barber, I’m sorry.” you whisper. He chuckles. “You can call me Andy, you know. Mr. Barber makes me feel like I'm your dad.” he smirks. And he definitely didn’t want to be your dad. The thoughts of you in more than one specific position danced in his head. He licked his lips. Well well well Mr. Baber, if you only knew you thought to yourself. The room was silent as secret fantasies of each other danced in the space between you both.  Finally you smile. “Alright Andy it is.” his name lingers on your lips for a few seconds. “Did I also hear something about going home?” you say stepping out from behind your desk. Andy looked at you as you stepped towards him. 

You had been his closest ally through everything. You’d had his back even when his own wife did not.. He thought it was just because you had a little crush on him and wanted to get a few extra points with the boss; which wasn’t entirely wrong but he quickly learned it was so much more than that, you were so much more than that. After all the things he asked you to do the last couple of years, all the secrets he asked you to keep. You never let him down and he admired that and somehow over the last few weeks he realized you were a lot more than just an assistant to him; maybe even more than just a friend. 

“I said you should go home, relax, and get some rest. You’ve been working really hard and deserve a break.” he stepped closer to you. You swallow hard. Your eyes lock with his and the two of you just stare at each other for a minute, before his stare becomes too intense and you look away. “I just want to finish up this one thing and then I promise I’ll head home, you should think about doing the same ya know.” you say with a worried look towards him.. He smirks as he heads back to his office finally leaving the intense space between you. He looks back at you. “You better.”  he grins as he catches your worried eyes.. it takes everything within you to keep from saying or what? You’ll spank me? And just like that a whole new set of fantasies emerged in your head and you knew you needed to get out of this office before you did something stupid. “I'm going soon, don’t worry about me.” he adds as you hear the office door close.. “Oh but I always will.” you whisper as you return to what you were doing. 

You quickly finished up what you were working on. You collected your bag and turned off your desk light. You slowly open the door to Andy’s office to ask him if he needed anything else before you left. He’s quietly working, the lamp on the desk the only light in the room, there’s a glass of whiskey in his hand; in the glass “You” had given him for Christmas. You smirk. “You just going to stand there or are you going to come in?” His voice was deep and tired and sounded like something was wrong. He looked more stressed than usual. You step into his office, closing the door behind you. “Sorry…I was just heading out but if you need me..” you pause as you set your bag down in the chair in front of his desk and walk around to him. Suddenly deciding to throw all your morals out the window and say “Fuck it”. You're behind him now and your hands drop to his shoulders gently massaging his tense muscles with your delicate fingers. He relaxes. A sigh leaving his lips. “To stay.” you whisper finishing your sentence. 

You couldn’t believe what you were doing. You hear him clear his throat. His hand drops from his glass and trails up your arm pulling you down towards him so he can whisper in your ear. “Stay…. Please.” he says and you whine. Your breath, catching in your throat. Before you knew it he was standing looking down at you. In this light you looked more beautiful than ever. Your breath warm on his neck had sent a shiver down his spine and right to his groin. His hands caressed your cheek, you melt into him. “Andy!!” you whine. Closing your eyes, memorizing the way his touch felt on your skin. “What baby girl?” he whispers. He still hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, his body is so close to yours now and you find your hands back on him. You open your eyes and meet his gorgeous blue ones. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” he whispers again and somehow you’ve lost your words. 

Something about him had changed and feelings you had tried so desperately to hide were now about to come to fruition. “What about your family? What about Jac…” before you finish your sentence his lips are on yours and without even thinking you find yourself kissing him back, your hands running through his hair. Within seconds you’re on his desk as he spins you around, his big body positioned between your legs. One of his hands was on your thigh, the other on your neck pulling your body close to his. A moan leaves your lips and you feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses your neck. Part of you was trying to be rational; there was no way he was into you…it had been a while.. He was stressed and needed something to lose himself in; someone.. But the irrational part of you was dying to have his hands on you, desperate to let him lose himself in you, no matter what this meant. You gave into the irrational part of yourself letting him in, giving into your deepest desires. 

“You’ve been so good to me.” he says words breathy. “You’ve always had my back, and believed in me no matter what you were hearing elsewhere. You’ve been my rock, kept my secrets, you’ve always been so much more to me than just my assistant, so much more than just a friend to me. You’ve been such a good girl for me, why don’t you let me reward you for taking such good care of me.” his voice was almost a growl and his words more like a demand than a praise but there was something about him and the way he wanted you right now, you knew you were in deep deep trouble. The strap of your tank top had fallen down your shoulder and he was kissing the bare skin. You whine. He looks at you and you catch his face in your hands. There is silence that fills the room as you stare at each other. Your thumb stroking his cheek. “I’d do anything for you Andy Barber.” you whisper, capturing his lips with yours. He grins. Those words were like a green light to him. 

The sound of your voice saying “I’d do anything for you.” echoed in his ears. His hands slide up your skirt, fingers wrapped around the tight elastic as he slowly pulled your thong off. The sound of the moan that left your lips as his long fingers danced ever so closely to your core, made him smirk as you pulled him to you by his belt buckle. “Come here…Sir.” you smirk as you felt his erection grow harder as you looked up at him perched pantiless on his desk, skirt shoved up your thigh, tank top half off. He moaned at the sight of you, so desheveled, so perfectly imperfect but hot as fucking hell to him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt you slide your hand into his pants and your fingers wrap around him, he bit his lip. A loud groan leaves his mouth. “Didn’t think you were the only one who gets to have all the fun, now did you ADA Barber.” you growl as you lick your lips. 

“Mmm Babyyyy.” he whines. Not letting him get off that easily, you leave him hanging with a wink. “Ohhhhh No no you naughty little girl.” he growls. You chuckle. “But sir I was such a good little girl two minutes ago..” you challenge him and he’s loving it. You pull him towards you once more. “But I swear good girls can be very bad girls too.” you whisper sliding his hand back up your thigh. “But only for you.” you purr as you feel his warm hand near your core. A long finger strokes your clit slowly and you toss your head back. “MMMMM Andy.” you moan his name loudly and he knows he’s back in control. “Better be only for me..” he growls in your ear as you melt into him and the way he’s touching you... His perfect long fingers working magic inside of you, making your head spin. 

“Are you going to cum for me like a good girl, or are you going to make me beg for it?” his fingers still.. You bite your lip thinking about his words. ”I’ll be good, I swear.” you wink and he captures your lips with his, before he continues “Fuckkkkkkk Andyyyyyyy.” you moan as you cum for him, he covers your mouth gently both forgetting you were still in the office. He watches your faces, memorizing your sounds, the perfect way you surrendered your body to him. His fingers slowly retreat from inside of you and dance across his perfect lips. “You taste so good, pretty girl, like a dream.” he praises and you swear you could cum again just from the sound of his voice alone. You can tell he’s ready for more and you almost come to your senses but you don’t. You run your fingers down his chest pulling him to you by his tie. He chuckles. “I  want you Andy.” you whisper. Your eyes never leave his. “I want to feel you inside me, I know your stressed baby let me help. Lose yourself in me Andy.” You beg him. 

That was everything he needed to hear. “I want nothing more, I've wanted this… wanted you for so long now.” he whispers, kissing you slowly, passionately, before he yanks you towards him. You swore you’d have his hand print bruised on your thigh tomorrow but you would wear it proudly. He pulled himself from the tight cotton of his dress pants. You whine at the sight of him, so deliciously everything you’ve imagined and more. You unintentionally lick your lips. He pulls a condom from his wallet and rolls it on quickly. He pauses to check on you once more before you both do something you regret. “Are you sure about this?” he asks so lovingly as his hand rests on your cheek.  You move your hand up to cover his. “I've never been more sure about anything.” you whisper. He kisses you, capturing your moans as he slides into you slowly, gently. You grip his shoulders, his large palm supporting you both on the desk, your legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper, adjusting your hips to get him just right.  

You can’t help but toss your head back, he’s nuzzled into your neck as he slams into you. Both breathing erratically. The small space of his office filled with your echoing moans and sighs of pleasure. “Fuck you fit me just right.” he groans in your ear. “Everything that I've needed.” he adds. And in that moment you knew everything was about to Change. 

“Andyyyyy I’m almost..” your words trail off as you cum before you can finish your sentence. “You were saying, beautiful.” he moans as he watches you come undone beneath him, sending him into his own orgasm. “Fuckkkk.” he groans, stilling inside of you. He moves a piece of hair from your face and kisses you. He can’t believe that just happened. His thumb lingers on your cheek. As he looks at you savoring the moment. “What do you think…Same time tomorrow?” he smirks as he finally moves from inside of you, disposing of the condom in the bin beside his desk. You couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s what you want..” you whisper, kissing him. He pulls his lips away from yours slowly. He bites your lip making you moan into his mouth. He can’t help but grin. “I definitely want!!”  he says, squeezing your ass as he kisses you again. He can’t help himself.  

“Well then I’ll be here.” you say as you begin to put your life back together, pulling your skirt down and putting your blouse back on. “Ohhhh no, those are staying with me.” Andy smirks, taking the black lace thong from your hand and placing it into his pocket.  You roll your eyes at him but hand it over. “Thank you.” he says, leaning down to kiss you. “See you tomorrow.” he says, pulling his lips away slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips on his. “See you tomorrow….” you pause… “Sir.” you smirk. And he groans. “Really?” he warns. And you can’t help but laugh. You turn for the door. “Hey.” he says, catching you once more before you leave. “Yeah.” you say turning to him. “Thank you.” he whispers. “For everything.” he says. You can’t help the smile that creeps across your lips. “You’re welcome.” you say. “I'm here, if you need anything. You just have to let me know.” you say as you give him a loving look and he knew right there right in that moment, in the words that left those perfect lips that He; Andy Barber was Madly in love with you; his beautiful, smart, loyal: assistant. And he’d do just about anything to keep you safe; to keep you his perfect dirty little secret. 

He knew sitting behind this desk from now on was going to be very interesting. As all he could see was you on top of it, him buried deep inside of you, calling his name, and begging him for more. He smirked as he turned the desk lamp off and headed to the hospital to check on his son. 

As you got home everything hit you. Reality was finally setting in. What the hell did you just do? One thing was for sure there was a conversation to be had in the near future between you and ADA Barber; a serious one…one that did not end with you surrendering your panties to him or the images that now tainted your mind of him with his head between your thighs putting that skilled mouth to work instead of those skilled fingers. 

Fuck. you say aloud to the heavy space that lingered in your car. Everything is going to be different now. There was no way you would be able to see Andy in any other light then the one where he fucked you like you were his dirty little secret. Locked away in a shared space, somewhere meant only for the two of you. So many questions that needed to be answered. Your head was spinning but you couldn’t stop the smile that crossed your lips as you thought of him. 

You headed inside where you slipped out of your clothes and into a hot shower where your thoughts ran wild as you replayed the night over and over in your head, his fingers on your skin, the way he felt when he was inside of you, gentle and rough all at the same time. A sigh left your lips. Tomorrow would be a very interesting day to say the least. You stepped out of the shower and into a large comfy shirt. Slipping into bed though you did not sleep a wink that night. 

When Andy got home that night from the hospital, after visiting his son he sat quietly with a glass of whiskey thinking. He’d talked about you when he was there, the first time he had talked about another woman to Jacob besides his mom. Obviously he left out the naughty little assistant part where he made you his, made sure you’d beg for no one else. But he did tell him about Neal and how he put him in his place and how Jacob would have laughed at the look on his stupid face, and how kind you were. Jacob would like you a lot; he thought to himself. As he finished his glass of whiskey, he rinsed the glass in the sink and headed to the shower. 

The warm water danced across his skin as he leaned against the shower wall, the contrast between the cool tiles and the hot water eased his tense muscles. He closed his eyes, clearing his mind. A smirk crossed his lips as he thought about you. Legs spread wide in front of him, begging for him. The perfect way you arched into him, begging him for more. Your lips on his. A soft groan escaped his throat and he knew he had to stop before he spent the rest of his shower getting himself off. He cleared his mind and finished up. Turning the shower off and tossing on some sweatpants. He picked up his dress pants and dress shirt, hanging them up so he could take them to the cleaners tomorrow, he smirked as that little black lace thong fell out of his pocket onto the floor of his bedroom. He picked it up. His fingers loose around the material. Naughty little girl. He thought as he tucked the garment into the bedside table drawer; his little keepsake.  

 The next morning you got up and got ready for the day. You smirked in the mirror as you saw the delicate bruises on your skin from Andy’s lips. You decided to only lightly cover the bite mark on your collarbone and wear a blouse that showed it off . Putting it on display to drive Andy crazy and of course as a warning for Neal. “I'm taken. 100% completely taken.” you sigh. You grab the files off your desk, put them into your bag and head to the office, where for the first time since last night you would see Andy. 

Andy was in a great mood this morning and everyone noticed. As he stopped to get coffee and as he walked through the halls people couldn’t help but notice that for the first time in what seemed like years. ADA Barber looked happy; really happy. And to be honest he was getting there. As he turned the corner into his office he saw you sitting there already working, already busy with stacks of files on your desk. He couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips as he noticed the little bite mark on your collarbone. “Good Morning, beautiful.” he smiles as he leans down whispering in your ear so no one else in the busy office could hear. He sits a cup of coffee on your desk. And heads into his office with a smirk. Your eyes meet his blue ones and he winks. “Good Morning, Andy.” you smile “Thank you.” you mouth. He smiles, giving you a little wink before he disappears behind his office door.  

That wasn’t so bad. Even though the two other women who worked in the office with you couldn’t stop staring at you, you just ignored them and went about your day. Your phone buzzed. You looked down. A smirk crossed your lips. “Nice touch with the blouse, think I’ll have a lot more fun taking it off of you tonight though.” -A. You shook your head but you couldn’t stop smiling. “Mr. Barber sir, you better behave, we are at work. Perhaps we should meet somewhere besides the office tonight. Don’t want you getting too loud ;).” you tease. “Oh well I might just have to take you up on your offer…I’ll think of something, Still thinking about spanking you for calling me Mr. Baber though. Perhaps I enjoy the “SIR” ;)”  he chuckled. He imagined your cheeks turning red as you read over his message. The phone rang on his desk interrupting his thoughts. “ADA Barber.” he answered. He pulled a file from his briefcase sitting it down on his desk. He ran his long fingers over the wood slowly; just remembering last night. Images danced in his mind as he spoke on the phone. 

It was Neal so he wasn’t paying too much attention.  He was going on and on about some case and how this or that happened. “Yeah just bring the files to my office Neal, I’ll take a look.” Andy says and he hangs up the phone. “Sorry I have to get back to work, My boss is kind of a hard ass.” you chuckled as you typed the message. “Let me know if you need anything.” you add, placing your phone back in your bag and refocusing on work. 

You could hear Andy laughing in his office and you knew it was because of your text; you chuckled. The day was busy and Andy was in and out of his office all day and you knew he was stressed and Neal wouldn’t get off his ass about this case or this deposition or this witness. You were half tempted to tell him to get lost but you bite your tongue. It was about 2pm when Andy’s office door opened and he called for you. “Can I see you in my office, please.” he asks. He looks exhausted. You nod and get up from your desk, all eyes in the office on you as you disappear behind the large office door. “Are you okay?” your words fell silent from your lips as his lips met yours. You sigh. Leaning into his body, into his lips. Hands in his hair, his hands on your hips. He pulls away slowly. A smile now graced his lips. 

“Sorry.” he whispers. “Don’t be, are you okay?” you ask, he sits behind his desk and calls to you. “Come here.” he says, pulling you into his arms. “Talk to me.” you whisper. Running your fingers over his cheek and through his hair. “Neal just told me they are going to try Laurie for Jacob’s accident.” he whispers. “Oh.” you whisper. “She’s out of the hospital now and they think she’s well enough for a trial, at least to start one.” he adds. “Do you want that?” you ask him. He sighed. There was silence for a few minutes. “I just want answers. And if it comes to light that she hurt Jacob on purpose then of course that’s what I want. I just feel like an ass for sending her to trial when she just got out of the hospital.  But then at the same time she almost killed my son, and I just can’t let that go. I don't know I would do anything for Jacob, obviously you know that. I just don’t want him to hate me when he wakes up and finds out I'm the reason his mom’s in jail. Or whatever.” you chuckle because you don’t think you have ever heard Andy use the would whatever in his entire time as ADA and it seemed like such a childish thing for such a “Grown” man to say. 

“I don’t think that Jacob could ever hate you Andy. you stood by him, you believed in him, you protected him. He’s going to know that you had to do what you had to do.” you say caressing his cheek looking deep into his eyes. The two of you just looked at each other for a few minutes. “Thank you.” he whispers. His lips dance across yours once more. You smile. “Anytime. I'm here.” you say as you get off his lap. “Need anything else?” you ask and you see the wheel in his brain turning and a devilish little grin cross his lips. “Work appropriate.” you add. He rolls his eyes. You chuckle. “In that case, I think I'm good now, thank you.” he smiles. You give him one more quick kiss before leaving but he grabs your arm and pulls you back to him. “Dinner. My place tonight.” he whispers. Looking down at you. “Sounds perfect.” you whisper. “Try and behave yourself till then.” you smirk, biting his lip, making him moan. “Ohhhh that’s not fair.” he chuckles. You give him a little wink as you leave his office and head back to your desk. Ughh what did he want? “Mr.Logiudice what can I do for you?” you say as you step from Andy’s office. Absolutely refusing to call him Neal. 

As he turned his head to look at you the first thing he noticed was the slightly bruised bite mark on your collarbone. The one that you had specifically refused to cover because you needed him to see you belonged to someone else and though the words had not been spoken between you it was there: you belonged to Andy Barber. He rolled his eyes as he backed off. “Is Andy in?” he asked. You noticed he had stepped back from you. I guess the little bite mark had done the trick. “I will see if he’s available, if not you can leave the files on my desk and I will give them to ADA Barber.” you say, giving him a stern look. “Yeah I bet you will.” Neal mocks rolling his eyes. 

You knock on the door again. “Come in.” you hear. You close the door behind you. “Mr.Logiudice is here. Do you want to see him or do you want me to tell him to take a hike?” you wink. Andy laughs. “I would love to see you tell him to take a hike but I suppose I will see him.” Andy laughs. You nod. “Are you sure? I will tell him you’re busy.” you say knowing he should probably have some peace and quiet at least for a few minutes today. “I'm sure” he adds. “But I need something from you first.” he adds, spinning you into his arms. You look up at him. “Anything.” you whisper. He leans down and kisses you long and passionately. You moan between his lips. “That’s all I needed.” he whispers, pulling his lips from yours. You nod with a grin that said please do that anytime you need, sir as you turn from him. He smacks your ass. “HEY!!!” you giggle. Giving him a look. “Send him in.” Andy laughs. “Maybe I’ll flirt with him on the way out.” you jab. “You better not.” he gives you a warning look. “Fine, fine.” you say with a roll of your eyes and a smirk, know you would rather do anything else than flirt with Neal Logiudice. “He’s available.” you say as you open the door to let Mr. Logiudice in. 

“Oh yeah.” he thought to himself as he stepped through the ADA’s door. “They are definitely fucking.” He cleared his throat. “Andy, here are the files that you asked for.”   Was it any of his business though? Absolutely it was not. But was it going to absolutely annoy him? The answer was yes. As he stepped from Andy’s office after talking with him for 30 minutes or so he walked past your desk looking you over.  His eyes caught that little mark once more, the slightest bit of Jealousy ringing through his ears as he marched back to his office. You try not to notice him staring as he walks by but you can’t help it. The guy just gave you the creeps. You looked back down at your computer, your phone buzzed on your desk; you looked down… “ WHAT AN ASSHOLE'' the text read and you let out a loud laugh. 

Andy knew that laugh anywhere.. It was you.. He smirked because he knew you had read his message. Neal Logiudice had been flirting with you every single day since you started working here. Well he tried anyway. He knew he’d wanted to date you but Andy had done everything to persuade him otherwise. That’s my girl. He thought. He checked his watch. Almost there. 

The office had pretty much cleared out for the night. It was just you at your desk and Andy in his office. It was quarter after five when you heard the door open. You hear him chuckle. You had taken your shoes off and had your bare feet steadily tapping to some song you had playing, you had let your hair out of the clip it had been pinned up in all day, you were chewing on the top of a pen as you thought about something, and he begged to be that close to your lips again. You had a focused look on your face and you looked perfect.. He cleared his throat. You turn to look at him. A quiet sigh left your lips but he caught it. 

The way he looked right now. His tie was loosened, hair tousled, shirt a little untucked. His eyes looked tired but bright when they were looking at you and you knew you had it bad. He sat beside you. “Hi.” you whisper giving him your full attention. “Hi.” he whispers back. His hand on your thigh and you wondered if this was the place for this but at this point you didn’t care, if the office was going to talk they were going to talk. We were all adults here. “Long day huh?” you ask him just wanting to check in with him to make sure he was doing okay. “Kind of.” he sighed. He just wanted to be tucked in with you in his arms, out of this suit, out of this office. Away from this world. He knew it had only been a minute since you two had been intimate with each other but he wanted more than this little interoffice fling you were having, so much more. Your voice broke through his silent thoughts.  “Here’s what I think we should do..” you pause, he raises a single eyebrow. “I’ll go get some take out from the Chinese place you like down the street, maybe some wine. You stop and check on Jacob and I'll meet you back at your place.” you say taking his hand. “We need to get out of this office, and you need to relax.” you smile as you stand running your hand down his shoulder and kissing his cheek gently before, shoving your laptop into your bag along with some folders. 

Andy smiles. “Alright. I think that sounds perfect. You still have that key..” he pauses as he watches you smile. “Yes I still have the key to your place. Now go be with your son. I'll see you later.” you say. “You’re way too good for me.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll see you later.” he adds. You nod. Giving him one last look before you leave him standing in the dimly lit office space. He grabbed his briefcase and his suit coat from behind his chair and headed out minutes later. 

The way he felt right now, he felt kind of guilty for being happy as he drove to the hospital to see his son who was in a coma, who he’d give anything to have back. But he knew Jacob would want him to be happy. He knew this was going to be complicated with work but man he wanted you, everything with you. When Jacob was going through his trial you’d been there, especially when Laurie had left, she’d given up on him, given up on fighting for Jacob’s innocence. But you never did. At the point of his trial you’d been working for him for three years so it wasn’t like you were some new girl who was smitten with ADA BARBER. No you were his right hand. Anything he needed you did, you trusted him, believed in him, believed in Jacob. Even punched a reporter once. Which still to this day made him laugh.  He’d always been drawn to your energy, to your light. To your peace. YOU. were exactly what he needed. He knew that now and before anything else could happen between the two of you, before anyone got too emotionally involved he needed to talk to you and make sure you were both on the same page. Tonight. He whispered. 

He sat with Jacob for a little while talking to him once again. Telling him about you, about work.. Anything he thought Jacob might want to hear, even that he had tried that call of duty game he had been begging him to try and even though he sucked, he would be practicing so he could whoop his ass when he woke up. “Sorry Mr. Barber, visiting hours are up.” a nurse who had come in to check on Jacob says. He nods. “Sorry I'm just heading out.” he checks his watch. He leans down to kiss his son's forehead and he heads home to you. He smirked. HOME TO YOU!! The thought made his heart race. 

You grabbed everything and headed into Andy’s apartment. Which was more like a tiny house than an apartment but still. You’d been here a few times, obviously since you had a key but it was mostly to pick up something for him during the trial. After everything you had offered to give the key back but he told you to keep it just in case. You kicked out of your shoes and sat the food and the wine down on the counter as you turned on the lights. You turned on some soft music as you grabbed some plates from the cupboard. Placing the chinese on them and pouring the wine. You heard a key turn in the door. You smile. “In the kitchen.” you call. The sound of keys hitting the table makes you turn and just like that he’s standing there smiling at you. 

“My favorite, you remembered.” he walks into the kitchen leaning over and kissing you. Finally he thought. We can be ourselves. The action made you sit the plates back down on the counter and return the kiss. Fully focused on him. “I could never forget.” you smirk into his lips. “Now come sit.” you demand as you pull yourself from his arms. He groans but follows you with the glasses. He loosens his tie before he sits down with you. The two of you enjoy dinner, talking and laughing, just getting to be yourselves, getting to know one another. “How’s Jake? Any changes?” you ask. Andy sighs. “Nothing really. He’s not getting any better but he’s not getting worse, Doc says that it’s all up to him now and when he’s ready he’ll wake up. He went through something traumatic and he has to be the one that takes the steps to wake up so now it’s just a waiting game. But I appreciate you giving me time to go see him before our date.” Andy adds with a smirk. You blush. “Of course Andy I would never keep you from your son. I know what he means to you and I know it’s important for you to keep that contact with him… wait date?” you give him a funny look

He chuckles. “Yes, a date.” his hand sliding into yours. “You didn’t think this was a one night stand thing, did you, because honestly if you did I totally misread the signs.” he laughed uneasy. You blushed. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted more than…” your words trailed off as his lips met yours. Here we go conversation getting nowhere once again. His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled his lips away so he could look into your eyes. “I want more, baby. So much more. I want everything and I want it all with you.” he confesses. He’s been divorced long enough at this point and he wanted to be happy again and he wanted to be happy with you. You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say. You never thought he’d want you in this way. “God please say something. I'm going crazy over here.” Andy laughs and so do you. “I want it all, everything with you.” you say repeating his words before kissing him wildly. You’ve left your chair at the table now and you’ve climbed into Andy’s lap and you’re straddling him, hands in his hair as you kiss, his hands on your ass. Soft little sounds leaving both your lips. You slowly pull your lips from his. He groans. “What about work?” you ask. “Do you think you can behave long enough to make it through the work day?” you laugh as he rolls his eyes. “Work will be fine, we are adults, there are no rules that say we can’t date and be together and if they wanna say anything they can kiss my ass.” Andy says. You laugh at him. “Wow ADA Barber, how mature.” you say sarcastically. “I'm serious.” he says. “I don’t care, I've been through hell and I deserve to be happy and as long as we remain professional, they can all shut it.” he smiles. He doesn’t want to talk anymore, he wants to kiss you, and pick you up and take you to his bed. 

“I just have one more concern.” you add “Then I swear I'm all yours.” you smirk. “The witness may air her concern.” he laughs. “Ohhh.” you eye him. Lawyer talk apparently got you hot, but you knew that already. You swallowed. “Neal.” you whisper. Andy made a gagging sound but he knew you were right. “You know I used to like that guy when he first started working for me, but honestly since he tried to steal my job and throw the book at my son, and now apparently wants to steal my girl…” he pauses because you blush, and he can’t help but smirk. “I'm honestly ready to fire his ass. Baby let’s not worry about him, okay he’s going to say whatever he’s going to say, as long as he doesn’t put a hand on you,  let him be, but I swear if he looks at you again like he did today, I may be forced to find someone to scoop out his eyeballs.” Andy bites his lip. “Ohhhh Andy, I love when you get all over protective of me.” you kiss him again and he knew the conversation was over. He stood from the chair, you still in his lap. You wrap your legs around him and he walks you towards the bedroom, setting you down gently on the bed.   

His body above yours, he kissed you slowly. His hands roaming your body, you melt into his touch. His name softly escapes your lips. Sweet whispers filling the room. His hand slipped between you as he fumbled with the zipper of your slacks. You arched your body up towards him so he could slide the fabric over your hips, he tossed the pants to the floor beside the bed.. He ran his hands up your thighs till he reached your blouse. The blouse that you had specifically worn just to show off that little bite mark, that little bite mark that said; I BELONG TO SOMEONE. I belong to ANDY BARBER! Not that anyone would have known but he knew. He gently ran his fingers over the delicate skin of your collarbone. He smirked again as he traced over the mark. You bite your lip. “What is it?” you ask as he pauses. Thinking only of you. “Just enjoying the fact that you’re mine.” he growls and you knew he was done playing around. 

“III…I am YOURS..” you stutter.. Without another word he’s gripping the fabric of your blouse and tearing it off, buttons flying in every direction, you gasp. “Andy…” you protest but your pleas fall silent as his lips capture yours. “Shhhh baby, I’ll buy you another, hell I’ll buy you 50 more.” he growls. You sigh as his perfect lips trail down your neck, leaving soft kisses down your cleavage, down your stomach. You whine and he smiles against your skin, as he continues. Settling himself between your thighs. You adjust on the bed to make room for him. Those gorgeous blue eyes look up at you, his lips tracing your inner thigh leaving a trail of delicate soft kisses behind. 

You whine as his tongue finds your clit and you can't help but arch your hips into him begging him for more. He moans the vibration sending shockwaves through your body, your fingers finding his dark hair and tugging it gently with each perfect movement. “Andyyy.” You moan. He moves his mouth from you. “Baby you taste so good, so damn sweet, just for me.” He whines. Leaving you before you cum and you whine frustrated. “Hush now angel.” He chuckles, noting your frustration with him. His lips find yours and you taste yourself on them. You moan. “Andy please.” You beg for him. You were tired of waiting; you wanted him; now. 

“So impatient, so needy, so perfect.” He grins from above you. His hands find your body once more bringing you to him; lips devouring yours. He wanted to savor every single second with you. Every touch, every kiss, every moan, every sigh, every thrust of your hips and arch of your back, the sound of his name on your perfect lips, every single moment. He did not want to take anything; you, the time or the second chance he was getting for granted. 

“Let me” you growl desperately trying to get him as naked and needy as you. He smirks. Allowing you to do what you need. You make easy work of the buttons of his dress shirt, he shrugs out of it and you toss it to the bedroom floor. You trail your fingers down his chest. Memorizing every line and every curve of his body. Your fingers fumble with his belt and he helps you, long fingers intertwined with yours. You look up at him with a gracious smile. Within seconds he’s out of his dress pants and boxers. And he’s naked above you again. “Make love to me, Andy.” you whisper, finger caressing his cheek. He smiles and your heart skips a few beats. “God you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, wrapping his body around yours. You moan loudly as you feel him slide gently into you. Your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. Soft moans fill the air as he picks up the pace but you match him effortlessly. The two of you, the perfect fit knowing exactly what the other needs, the right movements, the just right sounds to make to have the other begging to cum.

With every movement, every sound, the press of his lips on your skin, your nails leaving scratch marks down his back as his hips collide recklessly with yours, you come closer to your release. You can feel it building and you know Andy is close to his thrust becoming sloppy and needy.  “Oh Andy.” you cry out eyes rolling back in your head as you tiptoe into ecstasy. Your lips crashing hard into his. He groans. “Fuck…” he curses he’s so close now. And at this moment, the just too late moment he realizes he has not put on a condom. He ‘s not sure what to do. He's so close, the sight of you moaning his name beneath him as you come undone has him ready to lose himself inside of you. You now realize his hesitation as his hips slow. You now realize the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. You hesitate but only for a second before you reassure him that it’s fine. “It’s okay, Andy let go.” you whisper through heavy breaths. That’s all he needed to hear. He let himself fill you. You could feel him warm inside you. You sigh. “Mmm Baby.” he whines as his motions slow, his head tossed back, your name on his lips. He stills inside you as he finishes. Both of you are breathless. He takes a moment to savor the way you look and feel while he’s inside of you. The way you’re looking up at him, so happy, so satisfied, all because of him. His fingers caress your cheek as he collapses on the bed beside you. Your sweaty bodies tangled together. 

You hear the slightest giggle leave his lips as he lays there beside you so happy. “What?” you smile, your fingers dancing across his chest. “I was just thinking about that time you slugged that reporter.” he laughs uncontrollably. “Really Andy? Right now?” you can’t help the laugh that leaves your lips. “Sorry, I can’t help it.” He's still laughing. “He deserved it, he was following me all day, asking me if i was fucking you and if i was the reason you got divorsed from your wife. And if I knew your son was a killer. He deserved everything he got, trust me.” you laugh. You feel his fingers on your skin. “You know?” he whispers. “What babe?” you ask. “I think that was the first time I felt something more for you than just friendship.” he admits. You blush. “Because I punched someone.” you laugh. “Yes.” he smiles. “Because I knew you were loyal to me, that you’d protect me and my family and with everything that happened with Laurie that meant so much to me.'' He says he’s staring into your eyes and the moment is a little intense but you use it to your advantage. “I will always protect you Andy no matter what.” you confess. Your voice is soft and loving. He melts into you. 

“And I will always protect you.” he whispers, his lips melting with yours. Your bodies collide again. He smiles into your lips. “I guess that reporter was right.” he chuckles. You snort. “He’d be right now.” you retort as you find yourself on top of him once again. The two of you getting lost in each other for a few more hours. The sun was shining through the large bay window in his bedroom. His large muscled body tangled with yours. You open your eyes slowly. A smile crossing your lips as your fingers dance across his still sleeping face. “Oh Andy. what have we gotten ourselves into.” you whisper as you watch him sleep for a few more minutes. You feel him waking up beside you. “Good morning, beautiful.” he smiles at the sight of you in the sunlight naked in his bed wrapped up in his body. He’s kissing your neck. “MMM now I can get used to this, ADA Barber.” you giggle as your body melts with his. “ but I think I better get to work before my boss gets in, not sure if you know but he’s a pretty strict District attorney.” you smirk as you try to move from his arms. He smirks. “I feel like he may have a soft spot for you, he may let you come in a little late.” he smirks. “Oh yeah, late enough to take a shower with me.” you smirk as you attempt to pull him from bed. “Hmmmm I think he could be persuaded.” he says getting up from the bed and pulling you towards the shower. “I may have some ideas.” you say with a giggle as the warm water dances across both of your bodies. Neither one of you really cared that you both were going to be very late for work.

When Andy Came out of the bathroom, his dress pants hung low on his hips because he hadn’t buttoned them yet. He wasn’t wearing a shirt yet either.  you looked at him. A smile crossed your lips. He looked damn good.  He looked up and noticed you were wearing his shirt. He smirked. “Looks pretty good on you.” he pulls you into his arms. “Yeah?” you question. “Yeah.” he whispers into your lips. “Good enough to let me wear to work today?” you question raising an eyebrow at him. You heard a low hum come from deep in his throat. “Ohhh without a doubt.” he says. Knowing everyone in the whole damn office would know that was his shirt. He’d worn it a million times. It was one of his favorites but he did have to admit it looked a lot better on you. “Thank you, I wouldn’t ask but if someone hadn’t ruined mine, I could have at least worn it out the door till I got to my work locker where I have a change of clothes, but you know since it has no buttons I don’t think that would work.” you smirk at him as you pull your pants over your hips. “I'm going to plead the fifth.” he chuckles. “Yeah that’s what I thought, counselor.” you laugh as you walk to him and help him with his tie. “Thank you.” he whispers. “Anytime.” you smile up at him. He leans down to kiss your lips. You moan quietly. “Alright I gotta go before we are even later.” you say pulling yourself from his body. “See you at work.” you say trying to get away before you ended up wasting the whole day with him. 

“Fine Fine, I'll see you there.” he says kissing you one more time. “Sorry, that has to last me the whole day.” he jokes as you give him a look. “I mean does it?” you flirt, giving him a little wink as you head out the door and to your car. “Tease.” you hear him shout after you. You laugh. The drive to work seemed quick, too quick. You grab your bag out of the back seat and head into the office. You tried not to notice the pairs of eyes locked on you. “Morning.” you say as you sit down at your desk. “Sorry I'm late.” you say to Ginny who is one of your closet friends at the office.  “Uh huh i'm sure you’ll be excused.” she joked. You roll your eyes, what did she know. “Mr. Barber’s not in?” you question knowing damn well he wasn't, knowing he was right behind you, knowing you’d just left him in the parking garage, his lips barely separating from yours. She gave you a look like, yeah you know he’s not. But she stayed quiet. 

“Morning ladies.” he says as he turns the corner into the office. His eyes locked on yours. “Morning Mr. Barber.” Ginny says. Then she looks to you to see what you say. “Good Morning, Andy.” you smile proud of yourself. That was all yours. He gave you a little wink and disappeared into his office. Ginny looked at you. “See somehow I knew you’d be just fine.” she teased. You roll your eyes at her. “Shut it,” you say with a laugh. The day continues without any further issues. Even though eyes were quietly still on you. “Uh oh here comes your other boyfriend, better break the news to him quickly.” Ginny laughs as Neal turns the corner into the office. You looked down at your watch and you knew Andy was on a call and he was not to be interrupted, especially by neal.  You give Ginny a look. “First off eww. And second off shut up.” you tease her. 

He turned the corner and he stopped. The shirt. He’d seen that shirt hundreds of times beside him in court but now it dawned your body. His blood boiled he knew there was something between you and Andy. he walked past your desk without saying a word and straight to Andy’s office. You pushed past Ginny. “Oh No you don’t.” you shout. “ADA Barber is on a conference call and he can not be distubed.” you say sliding between Neal and Andy’s door. If he wanted in that office he was going to have to go through you. He huffed. “Neal, I'm serious. He’s working. I’ll tell him you wanted to see him and he will call you. Now please stop.” you stand firm in the shadow of this much larger man. All eyes in the office had turned to watch the scene unfold outside of Andy’s office. You kept eye contact with him, not budging. “Fucking the ADA has made you a little too bold there sweetheart you better watch who you talk to like that you just never know what could happen.” he turns and walks out of the office as you gasp behind him. Matter of fact the whole office gasped. Then they waited, waited to see how you would respond to one; his claim and two his threat.

“NEAL LOGIUDICE how dare you!” you shout after him. He turned, a smile on his face and you knew he had gotten just what he wanted; confirmation. “First of all…you don’t get to talk to me like that and second of all, whoever I'm.. How’d you put that uhh “Fucking.” is none of your business. Just because I have turned down your advances for 5 years now doesn’t mean you get to treat me like some discarded piece of trash because you didn’t get your way. So please take your baseless threats out of this office. Before I have you escorted out!” you shout. “What in the world is going on out here.” you turn into Andy’s chest as he walks out of his office. He looks down at you, notices immediately how upset you were, then looks out to see Neal and the entire office looking at you. “Neal, my office NOW!” he shouts. He gives you a soft forgive me look and heads into the office. Everyone else in the office went back to work, no one dared make eye contact with you. 

All you heard was Andy Yelling. He was pissed, furious.. Words couldn't describe how angry he was right now. He wanted nothing more than to fire his ass right there in that office in front of god and everyone but he didn’t.. “Get the fuck out of my office and don’t you ever speak to her like that again or I swear to god you will never work as lawyer in this town again, you understand me?” Andy yelled. Neal nodded and he left Andy’s office. He looked at no one as he hurried out of the office. 

You tried to hide your embarrassment, you could not believe that had just happened. You literally wanted to crawl under your desk. “Are you okay?” Ginny asks a few minutes later just trying to give you some space to process. “Umm yeah I think so.” you say. Just trying to get back to work. You look out into the office. Well if people didn’t know about you and Andy they did now there was no hiding it after that. But did you care? The answer was no, you didn’t. A few minutes after Neal left the door to Andy’s office opened once again. All eyes fell to him. “Can I see you in my office, please.” he asks. You nod. Getting up; desperate to be held by him. You stepped into his office. He closed the door behind him and he pulled you into his arms. “I'm so sorry.” you sob into his chest. “Hey hey it’s okay you did nothing wrong.” His voice is as soft and smooth as ever, comforting you. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just couldn't let him be that smug, that arrogant, not after everything.” you are still sobbing. But he’s still holding you tightly.  

Neal had once tried to take everything from Andy; his Job, his son, his family. He wasn’t about to get away with it again. “Shhh I know baby. It’s all going to be okay.” Andy rubs your back as you cry. He pulls you from his chest, his thumb wipes away the tears from your cheek. “He’s not going to be an issue any longer. I promise.” his eyes looked at you so lovingly you thought you might explode. He leans down and kisses you. After a few seconds he pulls his lips slowly away from yours. Holding your face in his hands. “It’s all going to be alright.” he whispers. “I know.” you say your voice breaking as you speak.. “Now that didn’t sound as confident as the gorgeous woman I saw stand up for herself, stand up for me.” he smirks. You blush. “I have my moments.” you say. “You sure you’re okay?”  he asks.  You nod. “I think I’ll be okay.” you say. “Alright, get that cute little ass back to work then.” Andy smirks at you. “Will do.” you wink as you wipe your tears, look quickly to make sure you don’t look too much like a hot mess and head back to your desk. By now you were sure the rumors were swirling around the office. Andy’s office door closes behind you as you turn to your desk the room fills with applause. You blush. “God it’s about time someone put that jerk in his place, we’re Team Barber in the office.” one of the older ladies you worked in the office organizing papers says. You smile at her and head back to your desk hoping for a drama free rest of the day. You got your wish. It was 515 when Ginny finally gave up and went home. “Have a good night. Don’t stay up too late with the ADA.”she smirks. Rubbing your shoulder as she walks by. You smile. “I will.” you joke. She laughs. “I know. See you tomorrow.” she smirks as she leaves you at your desk. You reclined in your chair.  What a fucking day it had been and you were ready to go. 

Andy appeared. “Ready to go?” he asks. “Very much so.” you say. “Let me grab something really quick then we can go.” he says. You nod. You get your bag and eagerly sit on the side of your desk. Andy returns from his office and he extends his hand out for yours. You look at him. “Mise well.” he smirks. You intertwine your fingers with his. For the very first time in a very long time Andy felt at peace. You walk out of the office hand in hand. “Come on, we'll get your car later.” he says, opening the passenger side of his Audi for you. You do as you're told. “I just want to make a quick stop and then I'm all yours.” he smiles. You look over at him in the driver seat; one hand on the wheel, the other hand on your thigh and you relaxed. “Whatever you need, I'm just happy to be along for the ride.” you smile squeezing his hand that was on your thigh.  

He pulled into a parking spot at the hospital. Somehow you knew this was where he was going. “I can wait in the car if you want.”  you whisper. He looks at you and shakes his head. “Please, come in with me.” It was more of a question than a request. You smile at him. “Of course. Baby.” you caress his cheek. He gets out and opens the door for you, then takes your hand and the two of you walk hand in hand to see Jacob. “Good to see you Mr. Barber.” one of the nurses said with a sweet smile. You knew she was only being nice but the tiniest bit of jealousy rang through your ears and you squeezed tighter onto his hand. You heard him chuckle.

As you entered Jacob’s room a quiet gasp left your lips. He looked so tiny hooked up to all those machines. You couldn’t imagine Andy sitting here talking to him for hours all alone. You let him have his time with his son sitting next to him just watching, listening to him talk to him, telling him about his day, about you, about anything and everything. You squeeze Andy’s shoulder as he tells Jacob goodbye. As he’s leaving he turns to see you squeezing Jacobs hand and whispering something to him. He smiles. “Don’t worry Jake I’ll take care of your Dad, you just get better okay. I’ve got him.” you squeeze his hand and then turn to Andy, who was waiting by the door. He looked at you for a minute. “What?” you giggle. “Gunna tell me what you said back there?” he asks as he takes back your hand and the two of you leave the hospital. “I think that’s a secret between Jacob and I.” you smirk. He sighs. “Fine.” he gives in. 

The two of you turn the corner heading towards the parking lot laughing and joking, not really paying attention when you run smack into someone. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” you say looking up into the eyes of the woman, you recognized immediately as Andy’s ex wife Laurie. Shit. you whisper. First Neal and now you had to deal with this. “Andy.” she whispers looking at the two of you. There was silence. “Aren’t you Andy’s Assistant?” She says her tone is none too pleasant. “Yes I work for An..” Andy cuts you off, giving you a look like you do not have to explain yourself. “She’s my girlfriend.” he says. Your eyes widen at his confession. That was the first time he had said the words. Laurie looks just as surprised as you do at his confession. “Ohh.” she says you can see the heartbreak in her eyes. And you feel kind of bad for her. “What are you doing here, laurie?” Andy asks. There was silence for a minute like she was still processing the fact that he had moved on. “I had one last check up to make sure everything was okay.” she admits but she’s not looking him in the eyes. “And..” she stops. “And what laurie?” Andy says. “I thought maybe I could See Jacob.” she blurts out. You felt Andy’s whole body tense. “NO! Absolutely not.” he begins to shout. She steps back. “But you’re here with HER!!! To see him.” she cries. “Yeah but I didn’t put him here, Laurie!!” Andy shouts. “Andy!” you say trying to calm him down. “Please, baby calm down.” you beg him . he features soften as he looks down at you. “Don’t do this.” you whisper to him. He nods and you feel him relax. 

“I will give you 5 minutes and I'm staying.” he says. Laurie nods. “Thank you.” she says looking at you, knowing if it hadn’t been for you she probably wouldn’t be seeing her son. “Don’t thank me, it was his decision.” you say. The three of you walk awkwardly back towards Jacob’s room. One of the nurses had come out from behind the nurses station. Andy nodded. “It’s okay.” he whispers. He stands in the doorway watching her closely. He gives her a few minutes. “Alright Laurie that’s enough.” he says his voice growing stern again and you knew he had his lawyer voice on now. She nods, thankful she had gotten any time at all and leaves the hospital.  “She doesn’t come anywhere near him without me present, if she does call the police.” Andy says to the nurse on duty. “Yes Mr. Barber, it's clearly noted here.” she says with a smile. “Thank you, I just want to make sure.” he adds. He wraps his arms around you. “Are you okay?” you ask him. Noticing how tense his muscles were. He nods yes but you know he’s lying. 

“Come on, let’s get you home Mr. Barber.” you smirk. He raises an eyebrow at you. You take his hand and leave the hospital. Andy lets out a huge sigh when you get into the car and you know he’s upset. You put your hand on his thigh. “I have an Idea, stop at the diner on our way home.” you smirk. The words “Our” and “home” circled in Andy’s head and he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips. “Yes ma’am.” he smiles at you. He does what you ask. You run in picking up two cheese burgers, lots of french fries and two chocolate milkshakes. “Really?” he laughs. “Trust me.” you smile. Silence filled the car as he looked over at you, blue eyes lost in yours. “Always.” he whispers as he leans over the center console to kiss you. 

You get back to Andy’s place. You get out some plates and you give him his. “Now come on.” you say pulling him to the couch in front of the big screen TV. you put on some funny movie you knew he loved and you snuggled in a blanket with him as you ate your dinner. As the french fries disappear and the the wrapers find their way into the trash Andy finds himself tangled up with you on the couch laughing hysterically over this stupid movie you had put on. “See i told you, everything was gunna be alright.” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair as he lay there with his head on your lap. “Thanks to you.” he whispers. His voice, almost sleepy. You couldn’t help but smile.  “Both Laurie and Neal In one day, it’s a lot but we got through it..” you pause looking down at him. “Together.” your fingers caress his cheek. A quiet hum leaves his lips as his eyes close and he melts into your touch completely. You let the silence fill the room for a while as you let him relax… “What’s on your mind, love.” he asks as the silence becomes too much for him. He looks up at you chewing on your bottom lip. You sigh. He sits up taking you in his arms. “Talk to me.” he whispers. 

“I was just wondering if we were going to talk about it…” you pause. He looks at you confused. What was there to talk about you’d already seen each other naked multiple times so that definitely couldn’t be it. You laugh at his confused face. “What you called me at the hospital silly, you called me your girlfriend… Did you mean that or did you just say it because Laur……” your words are stopped by his lips. He sure did know how to make you shut up.   You groan softly as he pulls his lips away from yours. He looks at you. His eyes sparkle with something new, hope maybe and you wonder what he’s thinking. 

“Of course I meant it. After today with Neal at the office, what he said to you and how badly I wanted to punch him square in the jaw and then at the hospital with Jacob, and then literally running into Laurie. It made me realize, even though I told you I wanted it all with you I never REALLY said it but today everything made me realize that I want you in my life not only as my assistant but as my girlfriend. Being with you has filled some hole in me I never thought I would get back, made me feel happy again, after everything that happened I never thought I would or could feel like this again. So yes I meant it every single word.” he confessed. For a moment you are at a loss for words. This man was absolutely everything to you. 

“Please be my girl?” the question finally leaves his lips. You can’t help but smile. “Yes one thousand times yes, Andy.” you say with a giggle wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him crazy. In that moment he had never felt more relaxed with you in his arms. “What do you say we get out of these clothes?” he whispers into your ear. You nod. Squealing as he picks you up effortlessly off the couch tossing you over his shoulder. You smack his ass. “I'd say that’s a brilliant Idea.” you giggle. As he walks you both towards the bedroom. Both of you, changing and snuggling into Andy’s bed. 

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and before you knew it you and Andy had been together for 3 months, still working side by side at the office and living together in Andy’s Large apartment.. You couldn’t believe where the time had gone.  “ADA Barber’s office.” you say answering the phone. “One second please.” you say placing the phone on hold and knocking on Andy’s door. “Yeah.” you hear him call. You step into his office. “It’s the hospital, line 2.” you say. He nods. You turn to head back to your desk. “Wait, stay.” he whispers, almost scared to answer. You nod and make your way over to him, taking a seat in his lap as he reaches for the phone, holding you closely. “Andy Barber.” he says his grip on you tightens as you wait patiently in his lap. “Uh huh, yes of course I’ll be there immediately.” he says. “Thank you.” he hangs up the phone. Silence fills the room as you wait for him to tell you what's going on. He looks at you, a huge smile creeps across his face. “Andy baby what is it?” you ask him. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you wildly, passionately. “He’s awake. Jacob is awake.” he says and you almost don’t believe him. “What?” you whisper. “That was the doctor Jacob is out of his coma.” he says, still not fully believing his own words. “Andy, what are you still doing here? go! go be with your son. I’ll hold down the fort. And see you at home.” you smile you couldn’t believe it. “Right um yeah I should go.” he says. You get up from his lap. He kisses you again. “He’s awake.” he whispers as tears fill his eyes. “I’ve got things here, Andy.” you say handing him his keys. You sigh. The look on his face said it all. He was finally whole again. 

You could hear him as he left telling everyone and the cheering and clapping that followed him out the door to the parking garage. “Finally” You whisper out loud to the emptiness that was Andy’s office. “Hold Mr. Barber’s calls.” you say. As you step back into the office. Realizing you were talking about yourself. you laugh. “Nice.” Ginny laughs. “Hey I had to pretend I was someone important for a second.” you laugh as you take your seat back at your desk. Your heart was so full of happiness for Andy. All he wanted was for Jacob to wake up, and now it had finally happened. Although part of you wondered how long it would be before Neal came calling to try and piece together what happened in the car that day; that day that changed everything. 

Andy calls you to tell you everything that’s going on. “Do you want me to come to the hospital or meet you at home?” you ask, wanting to know what he needed. There was silence for a few minutes. You didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Come to the hospital please.” he says. “Sure, I’ll be there as soon as I finish here.” you say. “Thank you, see you soon… I love you.” he says not even realizing what he said it just came out like it was something he’d been saying for years, so simple and so natural.   You pause and smile. “I love you too Andy, i’ll be there soon.” you say. You can’t help the smile that creeps across your lips. Assistant District Attorney Andy Barber, Loved you. He’d said it plain as day no hesitation no, coercion, nothing but a simple happy meaningful I Love You. Ginny looks up at you from her desk. “Did I hear what I think I heard??” she asks. You shake your head yes. “Wow!” she says. She’d known all along since about a year after Andy’s divorce that you two would somehow find your way to each other, it was in the way that you always looked at each other, how you simply knew what the other needed without words, how you just seemed to always be there for each other. She knew it all along and she honestly couldn’t be happier for you or for ADA Baber. “Would you mind driving me to the hospital? I drove with Andy today and I think he may have forgotten that.” you laugh. She laughs. “Of Course, let me get my bag.” she says and before you know it the two of you are walking down the hall arm in arm talking and laughing. She dropped you off at the hospital. 

“Knock knock.” you smile as you walk into Jacob’s room. There he was eyes open, chatting with Andy like he hadn’t missed a beat, like that sweet little dark haired boy you had always known. Andy stands up and walks to you. He gives you a sweet kiss and takes your hand. “So this is your assistant huh?” Jacob smiles. Andy laughs. “Yes son, she worked on your trial with me.” he nods. “Oh I remember.” Jacob laughs. “You weren’t kidding dad, she really is pretty.” you blush. “I heard you took pretty good care of my dad while I was in my coma.” Jacob says. You give Andy a look like; Andrew Baber what did you tell this kid.  Andy winked at you. “Of course I did, someone had to look after him for you.” you smile sitting down on the opposite side of Jacob's bed. “Thank you.” he whispers, hugging you. You hug him back. “No problem kid, he never gave up on you, and I never gave up on him.” you whisper looking over at Andy with a sweet smile. 

You excuse yourself from the room after a few minutes; to give Andy and Jacob some time together but also because you needed to get some air. That’s when you saw her. Laurie. You couldn’t stop your feet from moving in her direction. She had been crying. “Hey are you okay?” you ask her. You were way too nice of a person. She looked up at you. “Jacob’s going to be okay right?” she asks you. As if she was trying to convince herself. “He’s awake, they’ve been running tests but for now he’s going to be okay, until we know more anyways.” you say.  You hear a large sigh of relief leave her lips and for the first time since the accident you actually felt like she may have crashed that car on purpose. You step back from her.  “Laurie, you know if Andy see’s you here, he’s not going to be happy.” you say allowing yourself space between Andy’s ex wife and yourself. 

She stood straight up and you noticed the look in her eyes had changed. The sad heart broken mother who just wanted to check on her son who just came out of a coma had suddenly been filled with rage. And that’s when you knew it for sure; she had tried to kill her son. “Please Laurie just go, I won’t tell Andy you were here. Please just leave Andy and Jacob alone, okay. Haven’t you caused enough pain…” that was the absolute wrong thing to say. “Look here bitch you don’t get to tell me what to do with my family, I was there wayyyyy before your little slut ass strolled into the office and stole my husband and wrecked my family…” “Whoa Laurie I wasn’t with Andy until way after your divorce so don’t blame this on me..” you interrupt her, stepping closer and closer back to the room, back to the Safety of Andy. 

Andy heard yelling out in the hall. And he stood immediately. “I’ll be right back, kid.” he says practically running from the room and into the hall where he saw Laurie screaming at you. “Mr. Barber, do you want me to call security?” one of the nurses asks. He nods yes. He’s immediately between you and Laurie. He saw how scared you were and he was not happy. “Andy.” you stop him. “It’s fine just let her go.” you say begging him to just let her go before someone gets hurt.   “You ruined our lives, you homewrecking slut.” Laurie shouts before she hauls off and punches you square in the face. “Y|N!” Andy Shouts as security grabs Laurie and takes her away still screaming profanities at you. 

“Baby are you okay?” Andy says helping you up. You were still in shock. One of the nurses brought you an Ice pack. “Let me see.” Andy asks, touching the hand that covered your eye. “Ouch.” you wince as his long fingers caress your bruised cheek. “I'm sorry, baby I'm so damn sorry.” he whispers. “Don’t be sorry it was my fault I tried to be nice, to be the bigger person. Look where that got me.” you sigh. “Could you please have someone check and make sure she’s okay.” Andy asks. “Sure Mr. Baber'' the nurse responds “Come with me I’ll take care of you, miss.” you didn't want to leave Andy. “Could you give me a second.” you ask. She nods. “Andy.” you grab his arm. “What is it, babe?” he asks, concerned. “Ask Jacob if he remembers what happened the day of the accident. Please. I know he just woke up but she did it Andy, I know she did.” you sob he takes you into his arms. “Hey hey hey it’s okay. I've got it under control. Go with this nice nurse and she will make sure you’re okay and then you can come back with me and Jacob. Don’t you worry I have everything under control. I love you.” he whispers and you wince as his fingers touch your black eye. “Sorry.” he whispers. Kissing your forehead. “I'll be right here.” he says. 

You go with the nurse and they check and make sure that everything is okay and that you didn’t have a concussion. “Everything looks good. You are probably going to have a nice shiner but I think you will be okay.” the doc says. He lets you know the concussions symptoms just in case and asks that you come back immediately if you experience any of them. You thank him and head back to the room where Andy and Jacob were waiting. 

“Was that mom?” Jacob asks, scared. Andy takes his hand. “Yeah it was son.” he notices Jacob swallowing hard. “What is it Jake?” Andy asks. He knew something was wrong. “You don’t think she will come back do you?” Jacob asks scared to death and Andy knows it. “No son, she won't be back.” Andy assures him. Andy thinks about what you said to him, how upset you had been. What did Laurie say to you that made you say what you said? “Dad?” Jacob says quietly. “What is it son?” “You know you can tell me anything.” he says 

Silence filled the room. Quiet beeps from machines connected to Jacob were the only sounds that could be heard in the room. “The day of the accident, mom was supposed to take me to get a haircut. Everything seemed fine. It was quiet but that was normal for us at that point. Then she started talking crazy, how I wasn’t her little boy anymore and how she didn’t even know who I was anymore. And how I was the reason that the two of you were getting divorced, it was all because of me.” he paused because he was crying. How could his mom say those things to him? “It’s alright son.” Andy assures him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Like he always had a feeling something happened in that car that day, just based on how he found the house when he came home that day and then he couldn’t get a hold of her. But hearing these words from his son broke his heart. 

“I kept asking her to slow down. I begged her to stop and talk to me or to call you but she wasn’t listening, she sounded crazy and she just kept driving crazier and faster and the more I begged the more she cried and yelled at me blaming me for everything, saying I was the cause of everything and that’s when she swerved and hit the side of the bridge headon. I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry I’m the reason you almost lost your Job, and our family is so broken.” he sobs. Andy was in tears. “Son, don't you dare blame yourself. We were in trouble long before the trial, you are the best thing that ever happened to me son and I could never ever imagine not having you in my life.” Andy Sobs. “I love you, kid always.” he hugs him fiercely. The two of them were crying together. “I love you too dad!” Jacob cries. 

You stand outside the door. You couldn’t bring yourself to go inside. Everything you just heard. How could someone not love their child? No matter what they’ve done, or what they may do you should always be their protector. You begin to cry yourself. how? You just keep asking yourself. Andy notices Jacob looking at the door and looks over to see you standing there. He stands walking to you. “I'm okay.” you manage in sobs. Your black eye is really beginning to show now. “I didn’t want to interrupt.” you say. “I need to make a call quickly. Can you watch Jake?” Andy asks. “Of course.” you say wondering if he was okay. He nods. Like he read your mind. “Everythings going to be okay.” He kisses you and heads out into the hallway. 

You sit beside Jacob, who is staring at you. “What’s on your mind kid?” you ask with a small smile, squeezing his hand. “Can I ask you something?” he says. “Depends on what it is?” you joke. He laughs. “Do you love my dad?” he asks. You sigh. “More than anything Jacob.” you say without hesitation. “Why do you ask?” you give him a soft look. Jacob smiles. “Because he deserves someone who loves him, he’s been through a lot and deserves to be happy” he admits. Wow. “You are right, he has been through a lot, and deserves more than happiness, he deserves the world. But now that you're awake and on the road to recovery I think his world is going to be just fine, we can take care of him together.” you smile at him. He smiles. “I really like you.” he laughs. You can’t help the laugh that leaves your lips. “I really like you too, Jake.” the two of you get lost in a less serious conversation, laughing, talking about Andy, talking about anything and everything. You couldn’t believe how smart he was but you should be surprised so was his dad. 

Andy returns after making a call. The DA’s office was going to prosecute Laurie for Attempted murder, she would probably plead some kind of insanity and instead of jail she’d serve her time in a mental health facility. “What are you two talking about in here?” he asks, sitting beside you, taking your hand in his. “You.” Jacob laughs. Andy raises an eyebrow at the two of you. Everyone laughed and for the first time Andy felt whole. “I know that it’s been an exciting day for all of you.” the doc says. “But we should probably let Jacob rest now.” he suggests.  Andy was hesitant to leave his side. “Don’t worry Mr. Baber, we have everything under control here.” the doctor reassures him. “You’ll call us if anything changes?” he asks. “Immediately.” the doc promises. Andy looks over at Jacob. “I’ll be fine dad.” Jacob laughs. “I know you will kid.” Andy kisses him on the forehead.  “We’ll be back in the morning. Call us if you need anything.” Andy hands Jacob a phone. Jacob thanks him. “Good night!” we’ll see you in the morning.” you say squeezing his hand. “Just make sure he’s okay. He’s all I have.” Jacob whispers. You look at him softly. “No he’s not, you have me, always.” you whisper winking at him. “But I'll make sure he’s good I promise.” you smile. He squeezes your hand and you head out hand and hand with Andy.            

 When you get home Andy is exhausted. “Come here.” you whisper pulling him to you. You sit behind him. Hands massaging his very tense shoulders. Undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt a little. He sighs. You smirk. “You remember what happened last time you did this.” he smirks. You laugh. Because of course you remembered. His body relaxed under your touch. A soft moan leaves his lips. You lean down so you can whisper in his ear. “If i'm not mistaken you fucked me on your desk like the dirty little homewrecking slut that I apparently am.” you chuckle nibbling on his ear. A low groan resonates deep in his throat. You smirk as you kiss down his neck. He smirks. “I don’t recall the dirty little homewrecking slut part, which by the way you are not.  but I do remember fucking you on my desk, getting lost in you, the way you made me feel, how you made me forget for a while that my life was a hot fucking mess, I remeber falling so in love with you that night.”Andy confesses pulling you into his arms. “Is that so?” you smile up at him, that night seemed so long ago. “Yes, your light, the hope you gave me for the future. I knew at that moment that there was nowhere else I would rather be, then making it through life with you.” he whispers. You smile. “Hmmm all that thinking while you were buried deep inside me huh?” you laugh. He snorts. “Well I thought about a lot of other things too.” he smirks, raising one eyebrow. “Do tell.” you laugh. 

The two of you laid on the couch talking and laughing and relaxing for what seemed like hours before Andy yawned. “Come on handsome, let’s get you to bed, it’s been a long day.” you say getting up from the couch and dragging him to your shared bedroom. He ran his thumb over your darkening black eyes. “I'm sorry.” he whispers into your lips. You sigh. “Don’t be. I'm alright, Jacob's alright, you're all right. Let’s just move on from it. Okay.” you melt into his touch. “Any chance you let me fuck you, like that dirty little homewrecking slut tonight?” he laughs out loud as you roll your eyes. “Hmmm Jury’s still out on that ADA Barber.” you giggle as you find his body on top of yours, his lips on your skin. 

Jacob was doing great. He was improving everyday with physical therapy and the doctor said he could go home anytime. You and Jacob had gotten very close over the last few weeks and you were very excited to have your boys home with you.  Andy returned to the office and just as he had predicted Laurie was charged with Attempted murder of a minor and is serving her time in a mental instatution, where she was being treated for bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. She’d been traumatized by the trial, by the divorce but that still did not excuse what she had done. 

Several months passed. Jacob was back to his old self once again. And he and Andy had been locked away in his office planning some top secret surprise. “Boys dinner.” you called them as you set the table. They come racing down the stairs. “This smells amazing.” Andy says pulling the chair out for you and kissing you slowly. Jacob rolls his eyes and laughs. “Get a room.” he giggles. Andy shoots him a look. “Yeah yeah I know it’s your house and this IS technically your room.” Jacob retorts. The three of you laugh. “Any chance either one of you is going to tell me what you are planning up there?” you ask, eyeing them. Andy hums and shakes his head. “Nope sorry.” Jacob adds high fiving his dad. You laugh. “Well I guess since you two want to keep secrets, then you two can do the dishes.” you smirk. The boys look at each other. “Sounds like a fine deal to me.” Jake says. “Yeah I think we can handle that.” They look at each other.  You help clear the table and then take your glass of wine to the living room as you watch the two of them. Happy, content, home. 

When you came home from work Andy and Jacob were in your bedroom. The two of them had suitcases packed by the door, both of them wearing swim trunks and Hawaiian shirts. “What in the world?” you smile. “So we’ve decided that we need to get away.” Jacob says. “And now that Jacob is better and things have calmed down at work, now is as good a time as any.” Andy smiles. “Jacob and I have meticulously planned every detail of this trip, right down to the matching outfits and alone time.” Andy Winks. “All you have to do is say yes and pack.” Jacob adds. “How am I going to say no to all this, to time away with the two of you.” you smile as they pull you into a shared hug. “When do we leave?” you ask. “Tomorrow.” Andy smiles. “Well then better get packing.” you laugh. Your suitcase was already on the bed ready to be packed. “You two just thought of everything, didn’t you.” they both proudly nod. 

Once you boarded that plane to Hawaii the next morning it seemed like alll your worries and cares were left back in Massachusetts. You had never seen either of the Baber boys this happy before and it honestly made your heart swell with love for them both. Little did you know that this was only the beginning of their surprise. 

You spent two days now on the beach, beers in hand tanning, enjoying the sun watching the boys on Jet skis. This may have actually been heaven. Seeing Andy this way only made you fall in love with him more. When you arrived back in the room after a day spent at the spa which had been organized for you by Andy, there was a box on the bed with a note. “Put me on and meet us out back.” you smiled as you laid the note down on the bed and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful flirty little dress. You got ready in the bathroom and walked out the doors in your room to the deck patio that had been lit with candles. That’s when you saw them there. “You sure about this dad?” Jacob asks, looking up at Andy. “Son, I've never been more sure about anything.” he says, patting Jake on the back.   

“Well look at you two all dressed up and no place to go.” you laugh. They both chuckle but you notice that the moment has suddenly become serious.  “What’s going on?” you ask. Stepping towards Andy, who takes your hand. You look at him. “Andy?” you whisper. “You have been my rock, even before you were mine.” he starts. You swallow. “Who would have thought that my assistant would end up changing my life, and that’s just what you did. I love you so much and we..” he pauses because he looks over at Jacob, who smiles. “Couldn’t imagine our lives without you in it.” he gets down on one knee and you gasp. “Andy.” you are crying. “Will you Marry me?” he asks, looking up at you with the most gorgeous eyes. How could you resist? “YES! A thousand times yes ANDY BARBER!!” Jacob hands him a small velvet box, opening it slowly revealing a gorgeous single princess cut diamond ring with diamonds all the way around the band. He slides the ring on your finger and pulls you in for a kiss. Jacob made sure to capture all the precious moments. “Come here Kid.” you smile, tears streaming down your face. You pull him into the shared hug between you and Andy. 

It was the three of you against the world. “I'm gunna go play some games in the lobby, let you have some alone time.” Jacob smirks. “Not too late, young man.” you laugh. He rolls his eyes. “See you got the mom tone down already,'' he jokes. “Love you both.” he says, taking one last look back at the family he was so grateful for, one that believed in him, one that saved him. 

“Well future Mrs. Baber, what shall we do with our time?” he smirks, kissing your neck. You moan. “Hmmmm I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time.” you smirk. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. Your new dress slowly finds its way to the floor and the two of you find yourself tangled in sheets and each other. As you lay there afterwards your new ring sparkling off the tan skin of Andy’s chest. How did you get here? “How did you go from Mr.Barber’s assistant to Mr.Barber wife? You never imagined that this incredible man and this sweet young boy would be your family. But whatever you did to deserve them you knew one thing was for sure you never ever planned to take it for granted. 

After you returned home from Hawaii you and Andy went back to work and Jacob finally went back to school. Andy was up for promotion to District Attorney and obviously he asked you to move offices with him and continue being his assistant. You two also got married. The three of you; living happily ever after living life together as The Barber’s. 

The End. <3

[anthonyjanthony666]

Hot lawyer daddy

Chris Evans in Defending Jacob (2020)

[ilovefandoms102]

Finally Mine-Part 3*

Pairing: Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You finally find out the truth…

Note: Andy is daddy and I will accept nothing else😌

Warnings🛑: soft!dark!andy, infidelity, toxic relationship, manipulative relationship, kind of forced marriage(?), misogynistic thoughts (but it’s kind of hot?), smut(dubcon aspects, dom/sub aspects, breeding kink, degradation/praise, oral(both receiving), mentions of oral(fem), public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism), mentions of guns, violence

Part 2 Part 4

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You and Andy were rudely awoken to loud banging on your door one morning a few weeks later…

“What the fuck?” you hissed, throwing the covers off.

You snagged your panties and one of Andy’s shirts before heading to the door. The knocking only got louder, increasing your anger.

“I’m coming, Jesus!” you shouted, unlocking the door before pulling it open.

Your eyes bugged out as Laurie stood before you, tears streaming down her porcelain skin.

“Where is he?!” she screeched, shoving you aside.

“Excuse me! You can’t just fucking come into my house you psychotic bitch!” you seethed.

“WHERE IS HE?!” she screeched again.

“Who?” you yelled.

“My husband you slut!” she screamed, tearing your things off the counters.

“Hey!” you yelled, gripping her wrist tight before she could throw another one of your things.

“I know he’s here you fucking whore!” she hissed, her eyes crazed as she stared into yours.

“Laurie? What the hell are you doing here?” Andy finally made his appearance, shirtless in his tight boxer briefs.

“Oh my god!” she gasped, sobbing as she looked between the two of you.

“Laurie please just, let me explain.” Andy said softly, your heart crushing into a million pieces.

“I knew it! I found those fucking divorce papers in your office!” she continued to scream.

“You-but-” you stammered, looking over to Andy who had a regretful look in his eyes.

“Oh, he didn’t tell you? We’re still married!” she laughed mockingly, making you shrink back.

“Outside,” Andy barked, yanking Laurie’s elbow and dragging her to the door.

Your breathing suddenly left, your chest began to tighten as tears poured down your cheeks. A heartbreaking sob left your lips as you ran to your room, feeling sick to your stomach. You tore his shirt off, not wanting any remnant of him on you.

How could he do this to you?

He’d been lying to you this whole time. How could you be so stupid? He was a lawyer, of course he’s good at deceiving people. You furiously wiped at your tears, you needed to get out of here. You threw on some clothes, quickly brushed your teeth, threw your hair up, and slipped on some shoes. You didn’t hear Andy come back in, but you didn’t care as you went to walk past him.

“Baby-” he tried, grabbing your hand.

“By the time I come back, I want you gone.” you said coldly, wrenching your hand back.

“I’m so sorry my love, please let me explain.” he pleaded, following you around the kitchen as you fixed yourself a quick breakfast.

“The only thing I need to know Andy is that you’re a fucking liar and I was stupid to trust you. You lied to me Andy! You broke my heart, and I-I can’t handle this I-I should never have-” you rambled, but Andy quickly interrupted you.

“Don’t you fucking dare say you regret what we did, what you said. I love you, ok? I love you more than I thought it was possible, I never knew I could experience love like this. True love. I lied to keep you, and I’m sorry.” he explained as he turned your chin to look in your eyes.

You knew you’d give in if you looked into those gorgeous blue eyes, so you pulled away, but we know Andy isn’t one to give up.

“Please don’t go, can we please just-just talk? Please?” he insisted, blocking your way as you headed for the door.

“You’ve had weeks to talk to me Andy, get your shit and leave!” you hissed, pushing his hard chest.

Andy growled deep in his chest, suddenly taking hold of your jaw. You tried to fight against him, but he was too strong. He pulled your body to his, until you were nose to nose. You continued to push at him, making his grip only tighten.

“Let go of me!” you demanded, swinging your fist out which Andy easily caught.

“I told you baby, you’re mine, my true wife, and you and I are going to have a new family.” he grinned darkly, a chill of fright traveling down your spine.

“You have a wife asshole!” you screamed, Andy’s grin only getting bigger.

“Let’s make it official then, I’ll put some clothes on.” he winked, dragging you along with him.

“Andy! Put me down!” you demanded, flailing in his arms.

“Can’t wait to call you Mrs.Barber my love.” Andy hummed, nuzzling against your hair.

An hour later after Andy wrestled you into the car, he stopped at his huge house.

“What the fuck are we doing here?” you asked.

“Picking up divorce papers.” Andy winked, getting out of the car and entering the house.

Ten minutes later, he emerged with a folder in hand. Once he got back in, he grabbed your hand in his as he drove towards the courthouse. You were still insanely angry with him for lying to you, not even realizing what was about to happen. You didn’t even want to get out of the car when Andy pulled into the employee parking lot, he got out and jogged to your side after parking.

“Come on little one, don’t make me drag you out because I will.” he threatened, a sinister smirk on his lips.

You hated how he could look so sexy just standing there looking at you like that, making you squirm in your seat. Maybe you even liked pushing his buttons, it was quite thrilling when he was rough with you, and you hated how much you liked it…more like love it.

“I’m not going in there Andy!” you hissed, turning your head away.

“We’re getting married whether you want to or not, baby. I know this might not be exactly the wedding you had in mind, but we can have a big celebration later alright? I love you baby, won’t you please come on?” he spoke softly, leaning closer to your ear as he kissed your sweet spot.

That fucker, he knew it would make you melt. You could feel his smile against your skin and his beard rub your sensitive skin as he sucked at the spot. You shivered against him as he leaned over you, moving his kisses down your jawline. His hand turned your chin, blue eyes blazing as he gazed intently into yours.

You don’t even remember moving your hands to his bearded cheeks, softly caressing them and all along his beard that you were borderline obsessed with. Andy knew he almost had you won over, he could tell by how the creases by your eyes softened from the glare you were giving him. He leaned close enough his lips brushed yours, not exactly kissing you but you could taste the mint from his breath.

“How about this…after we’re done here, I’ll get you nice and spread out for me and eat that pretty pussy until you’re crying for me to stop hmm?” he bargained, grinning when you let out a quiet moan against his lips.

“Asshole,” you murmured, smashing your lips to his hungrily while his hands not so subtly copped a feel of your tits.

“You love me, say it.” he panted against you, squeezing the mounds of flesh teasingly.

“I love you, Andy.” you said softly, pulling him in for one more searing kiss before reluctantly getting out of the vehicle.

Andy held your hand as the two of you entered the courthouse, passing his office on the way to the judges’ chambers. Your thoughts immediately turned dirty as you thought of him fucking you silly on his desk, his door closed but people passing could still hear your whimpers and the subtle smacking sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounded into you. Andy seemed to somehow know exactly what you were thinking when he saw the glazed over look in your eyes, chuckling to himself as you quickly tried to cover it up.

“Alright baby, wait here for me while I talk to the judge then we’ll go to the little chapel down stairs ok?” he instructed as he found you a bench to sit on.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you looked him up and down, still not believing this man was about to be your husband.

Andy chuckled before kissing you then headed into the chamber.

A long thirty minutes later, Andy finally exited with a smile on his face. You got to your feet almost immediately, looking at him expectantly.

“You, my love, are now one step closer to being Mrs.Barber.” he smirked as he caught you when you launched yourself into his arms.

“Let’s go, now.” you giggled, pulling his hand to the exit.

Andy smiled brightly as he led you down to the small chapel, sitting with you as you both filled out the necessary paperwork. Andy however, couldn’t resist keeping his hands to himself. His large hand slid up your thigh, resting on the inner part close to your core. You gasped softly, squeezing your thighs tighter together.

He was stronger, easily hooking his ankle around yours and yanking your legs open. He hummed to himself as his hand cupped over your pussy, feeling your wetness through your thin leggings.

“Andy, not here.” you whispered, biting down on your lip hard to keep your noises at bay.

“You don’t make the rules baby, I do…I’m your husband after all and you must obey me.” his sly grin made your clit throb against his hand.

“But-But someone could see and-” you stammered, gasping when Andy shoved his hand in your leggings.

“Then you better be quiet.” he chuckled darkly, his fingers easily slipping into your entrance.

Two of the digits curled up into your sweet spot, your head fell back in pleasure as he relentlessly petted that spot while his palm rubbed your clit. One hand held his wrist while the other reached over to his cock, palming the prominent bulge.

“What a slut, letting me fuck your pretty hole with my fingers when anyone could walk in at any moment. But you like that don’t you baby? You like the thought of being caught so everyone knows I’m taken, that I’m yours.” he taunted, only making your orgasm closer.

“Yes, love it. You are mine Barber.” you gritted out, eyes rolling back as you came on his fingers.

“That’s it baby, give me all of it.” he encouraged as he rode out your high.

Your body shuddered with pleasure, soaking his fingers in your essence. As soon as you came to, your nimble fingers took his cock out, admiring how red and leaky it had gotten just for you. Mouth watering, you scooted yourself over after Andy removed his fingers from you, and descended down. You licked around the head, his most sensitive areas before completely wrapping your lips around him.

“I didn’t tease you baby, come on.” he growled, sucking on the fingers he had inside of you.

You grinned wickedly as you bobbed your head at a steady rhythm, pushing your hand under to play with his balls. Andy groaned rather loudly, using his other hand to push your head faster.

“Such a pretty mouth, like you were made for me little one.” he panted, sliding further down the bench when you deepthroated him.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that.” Andy sighed, fisting your hair tighter in his hand.

You licked up the underside, rubbing your tongue along the thick vein that led to the head of his cock. Andy nearly shouted, having to bite his fist hard as you latched on and suckled the head hard.

“Shit! Gonna cum down your little throat baby.” he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

This only fueled you to suck harder, using your hands to pump the rest of his shaft. You hummed when his cum shot into your mouth, Andy bucked his hips up. Moving your hands to hold his hips down, you used your mouth to solely suck his cum out.

“Jesus baby, you drained me.” he said breathlessly.

“That was the point.” you smirked, wiping the corner of your mouth as you sat back up.

“Are you two quite ready?” an annoyed voice asked, both of you looking to see the person who’d be officiating the marriage.

At that moment you wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out, you hid your face in Andy’s chest while he chuckled.

“We’re ready.” Andy confirmed, helping you stand after readjusting some clothing.

You and Andy stood across from each other, holding the other’s hands while the officiate repeated the vows. Just as they got to the ‘I do’ part, the door was kicked in.

“I object this marriage!” Laurie shouted, cocking a pistol and pointing it right at you.

[buckys-dollface]

Possession [A.B.]

For Rhi’s writing challenge! (I'm sorry it's a little late) @strwbrrybucky

Summary | Andy Barber’s lies have finally caught up to him; and once you realize you are the other woman, you give Andy the true ultimatum.

Warnings | 18+ MDI- infidelity, lies, betrayal, revenge sex, manipulation, daddy kink because Andy Barber is lawyer daddy, spanking, ass worship, cockwarming, oral (fem! and male receiving), p n v, wrap it before you tap, this is fiction, my dudes, your life isn't.

A/N | Okay! Hey so this was for Rhi's writing challenge and it was a whirlwind because this is the first time I've actually attempted to write smut so feedback and reblogs are encouraged and really appreciated. Please don't copy, rewrite, repost, or translate my work.

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Let's be frank; you were the clingy type. You soaked in the essence of your forbidden love through longing stares and feverish touches. Muttering filthy promises in passing that you knew you would get your boss, Andrew Barber, hard and demanding for release.

You never would imagine when you moved to Newton a few months ago, you would be in a heavy-hitting passion affair, especially with the head district attorney in Massachusetts.

There was only one problem, his wife. The thought of Laurie made your skin crawl. When you and Andy began this illicit affair, you thought it was so devious because you were his assistant, and he was your superior. Not that he was married. There wasn't any indication he was married, well, still married at least.

He assured you Laurie was a thought of the past during restless nights twisted underneath the sheets, both of your heated bodies pressed against each other. All the signs pointed to it—with a missing wedding band and her photos abandoned from his office. You might have been a little naïve. You remembered the first time Andy insisted on promoting your relationship from assistant to his favorite little slut.

"Mr. Barber?" Your perky voice floated through his office. You waited patiently for his blue eyes to meet yours. His eyes flickered up, and a slight smirk graced his lips. "Yes, sweetheart?"

You strode over towards his desk and placed the Manila folder before him. "I brought those files you asked for." Andy began to skim over the legal documents in hopes of finding the answers he needed for his current case. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" Better yet, your voice triggered an excellent idea, even better than the work he needed to accomplish.

"Anything?" He repeated, his tone plagued with mischief.

You nodded, as if almost on instinct, "Anything, sir."

Andy rose from his office chair and made languid steps towards you, embracing your intoxicating presence. "How long have you worked for me, sweetheart?"

"Uh, a few months."

"You like the job?"

"Very much, Mr. Barber!" You exclaimed, he chuckled. How cute, you're going to be so easy to ruin.

"Please call me Andy." He insisted as he swept a fallen strain of hair and caressed your jaw with his calloused fingertips.

"Andy-" You hummed, the feeling of his fingers on your skin making you hot with need. You knew it was wrong, and you didn't want to sound like a god damn cliche, but you had the hots for your boss, and if he insisted on bending you over his desk to fuck you nice and hard, you wouldn't object.

"You've done such a good job recently; I think you deserve a raise." He suggested, his eyes drinking you in. You don't even understand how you unravel him, unlike his wife. No, no— she doesn't even come close to your voluptuous body, oh how your ass sways just right in those tight pencils skirts and how your tits give him the perfect view every time you lean over. Andy dreams about just having you warm his cock for hours, enclosed in your tight heat. He knew he could stretch you out deliciously. You had become Andy's object of attraction. His princess plaything.

"Is that so?" You giggle, passing off this closeness as nothing more. This was normal for a superior and their subordinate, right? Andy couldn't really be trying to hit on you, was he?

"Oh yes." Andy gazed into your eyes; your eyes flickered up with lust-blown pupils, and the restraint he had for you shattered.

Andy's lips peppered against your skin. "Better yet, call me daddy." The quiet moans escaped your lips as he pushed you against the wall. In a hast, Andy gripped your thighs and picked you up. You felt his fingers dig into your soft skin, implicating bruises wanting to blossom. Your legs caged around his waist, desperate for the closeness he supplied. You tugged his dark locks; your lips crashed into his, sloppy, persistent, and unholy. He carried you over to his desk and placed you in his chair as he got on his knees. Andy began to roll up his sleeves, and you took notice of his tattoos that inked up his burly arms. It made you breathless. You felt your skirt rustle upward, exposing you to Andy for the first time. It was as if it was Christmas morning and he was unwrapping the best gift.

He ripped off your lacy underwear and stuffed them in his back pocket, a souvenir for finally capturing you. His thick digits brushed over your wet folds as his eyes gleamed up towards yours, glowing with hunger. He dragged your thighs closer as you wrapped your legs around his head. You craved the intensity; you craved his beard as he rubbed against your skin. He lapped up your juices as if he was yearning to consume you. His beard scraped the inside of your thighs, causing an intense burn in its wake.

“So sweet, oh God.” He mumbled against your pussy; you were sweet as honey, sweeter in fact. You were better than he ever imagined. Your delicious moans reigned into high pitch cries as you came.

He swatted your thigh, “Quiet sweetheart, don’t wanna get caught.” He warned.

"Daddy, I need you." You whined in his ear. He chuckled darkly at the complete submissive he figured you would be.

"Yeah? Does my needy princess need to fucked? Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you need." His words tantalized you as his fingers sent shock waves to your core. He was magic; he was sinful, this much you could guarantee.

“Need you to fuck me over the desk.” You breathed out, letting your deepest darkest desires unravel from your lips.

“Been dreamin’ bout me, sweetheart?” You couldn’t muster up an answer; all that fell from your lips were whimpers and whines.

“Don't worry, I have too. Got my cock so hard.”

He swatted everything off his desk, legal documents went flying, but neither of you minded. He bent you over, nice and slow. His calloused hands smoothed over your back and palmed over your ass.

“So perfect.” He admired the curve of your ass and how the globes of your ass bounced when you jiggle them. He slapped one of your ass cheeks with feverish delight, quickly returning two kisses to both cheeks afterward. How could you exist?

“So impatient.” He tsked in a faux tone.

“Please-” The need in your voice made you quiver all over. The tremble in your voice was so fucking embarrassing, but you couldn't help sounding like a whining mess.

“I know, I know. Bet I could just slip right in,” He muttered, his hot breath fanning against your ear, “Oh God.” He groaned. He did just that; oh, the stretch of his thick cock was glorious. Some would even call it a work of art. He started to rut in you, hot and swift. You gripped the edges of the oak desk, trying to find leverage in spite of knowing that it was pointless. You felt your body turn into a pliant wreck of a woman and you gladly accepted it for him.

“Oh, daddy!” You moaned as his cock prodded your spongy sweet spot deliciously. Andy watched as your body vibrated, and he couldn’t help but groan. He should have done this earlier. He should have had you earlier. “I'm going to pump you so full of cum it'll be gushin’ down you sweet thighs when you leave me, princess. Nice souvenir, don't cha think?” Andy promised, painting a sinful picture. Oh, you could see it now, the cum seeping down your legs as you watched down the hall, a proud badge of honor from your most recent fuck with your Adonis of a boss.

“Oh please-“ You begged. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Your voice in the verge of withering away, all because of him.

“Anything for you.” You felt the sweet release of his seed into you which triggered your own release. It was so scandalous and divine. Oh he will be the death of you.

If Andy had had it his way, you would have never found out. You would have never found out about his lies and deceit, especially regarding Laurie. But the world is pretty fucked up; he is beginning to learn. It was pretty common for you and Andy to take explicit photos or videos while fucking. It was also pretty common for Laurie to text Andy. So typically, by the grace of karma, he got caught in the act.

“Why the hell is your ex-wife texting you saying she loves you, Andy?” You questioned in disgust one night during a particular rendezvous.

“What?” Play it off dumb, Andy. You’re a lawyer for gods sake.

“You heard me, Andy.” You repeated, your stern tone not going unnoticed.

“You know she means nothing to me, sweetheart.” That's when your heart shattered. You were stupid, naive, and a little cockdrunk. Okay really cockdrunk, you just can't help it when it comes to Andy. His situation with Laurie always seemed fishy. But you can't play pretend anymore; you had a sense there was always something lurking, darkness around the corner. Jealousy and envy was a sinister mistress, one you have had the company to let through your door and time or two. Now you welcome her with open arms.

“Well seems to me we have a problem.” You informed him, your eyes filled with demise. You turned around to gather your things before putting on your clothes back on. “No princess, wait.” Andy's eyes went wide. You chuckled at his hint of fear; you could hear it in his voice.

Without a second thought, you slipped you phone out of your bag and you snapped a mirror selfie. Your body was clad in a red lace lingerie teddy that hugged your curves just right and showcased your luscious thighs and ass.

“Where did you just send that photo?” His eyebrow quirked up as Andy inquired, almost in a menacing tone.

“Logiudice.” Hearing Neal’s last name made Andy see red, how his toes curled thinking about Neal viewing your body in less than a professional manner. That son of bitch. You had never seen him move across a room so quickly as he pushed you up against the hotel room wall.

“You sent that photo to Neal?!” Andy demanded to know. His features were filled with rage and shock. The audacity you suddenly had, overwhelmed his senses. He needed to put you in line.

“Yeah, if you thought you got off to me, Neal gets super drooly when I'm around. It's adorable.” You teased, your smirk not resolving. Your giggles filled the room; it seemed so natural to you to push his buttons because you knew exactly which ones made him feral.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” Andy sneered as he gripped you cheeks and squeezed. The pressure was enough to turn your cheeks red but not enough to harm you.

“Oh?” You questioned. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Mr. Barber?”

He hummed. “Well, my cock needs to get warm, and your pussy seems like the perfect home for it to go to.”

You guessed that's what you get for listening to men, trusting their word as gold. But hell, one thing you did know is you weren't really one for sharing. That's how you were in the situation you are in presently— in his home, making googly eyes across the dimly lit room.

“Oh Laur! I'm so happy we are finally doing this.” You exclaimed as she poured you, Andy, Neal and herself wine. She nodded her head with a smile.

“Me too. Andy has told me so much about you.”

“Aww, has he now?”

“He tells me you’re a lovely assistant.”

“She sure is.” Neal agrees, caressing your waist. You gleamed into his eyes as you bit your lip. Andy sucked a breath in and swallowed thickly. That bitch.

“Laur, I gotta take Y/N away for a sec. You know, work bullshit. We have a deposition coming up.” He informed his wife as he began to remove himself from her side.

“Lynn asked us to look over this paperwork as we were leaving; it's super urgent."

“Oh, okay! Be back soon." She remarked as she made quick work of gathering wine glasses and another bottle of wine. "Neal! We just redid the patio..."

“Your wife is so clueless." You mused.

"I can't believe you brought Neal into my house." He growled. Seeing you two together like that made him feel super uneasy, in more ways than one.

"Really baby, ya that shocked?"

You dragged him into the quickest available room and pressed his body against the door.

"Oh, princess, I thought we learned from the last time you decided to make me jealous." He taunted as he switched positions— your back against the door and him looming over you. His thumb grazed over your bottom lip. Your mouth opened slightly as his thumb slipped, and you began to suck and bob your head like you were sucking his cock.

"Guess not, daddy." You remarked as you emphasized the pet name that gets you both so hot.

You rushed to unbutton his belt. His dress pants cascaded down and revealed his tented boxers. Your knees collided with the tile as you dragged his boxers down.

"You really think I'm going to make this easy for you, daddy?" You muttered between kitten licks to his tip.

"Don't tease, princess." He groaned as you took more of his cock into your mouth. You began to bob your head up down, and the whimpers and grunts that emitted from his lips were downright wicked. He began to thrust into your mouth, quick motions slipping in out of your lips.

Your hands found their purchase up his thick muscular thighs towards his balls. Your fingers began to caress them as you hollowed out your cheeks.

All the sensations started to overwhelm and overestimate Andy as he gave into you.

After his cum washed down your throat, you peeked your head up from its original position. "You know what they say about a woman scorned." You whispered.

Your darkened eyes met his. His satiated daze perked into distress. He thought he had brushed this under the rug; your issues with Laurie but your facial expression says differently.

"Don't you dare." He threatened, his hand gripping the sides of your throat. Your head perched up. The lack of oxygen making you feel fuzzy was the only incentive to move forward with your plan. Your sinister smirk was plastered over your face.

"Try me." You seethed as your feeble attempts of pushing him away failed. You gripped the granite counter, finding the strength to stand difficult.

"It's her or me, baby. And if you won't choose—I'll decide for you."

Silence invaded his eyes and his senses. He felt like cotton was stuffed in his mouth, unabling him to speak as his eyes zeroed on your phone screen that showed a zip file of his wrongdoings.

You were willing to give everything up, the passionate affair filled with lust and perhaps more? Andy wasn't sure. If he loved you, he was doing a shitty job at proving it to you right now. There were so many reasons to say yes, but there was this nagging reason in the background telling him no.

A few more beats followed with only the sound of your quick heartbeats.

Sure, you may be a crazy bitch, but you guessed love drove you there. And there weren't enough lust-filled nights in the world to mend it at this point.

"It's really a shame you second-guessed me? Won't make that mistake again now, will we?"

Ding!

Andy's face fell in complete shock and horror. Out of options and out of time it seemed.

Silence filled the small bathroom as you both exchanged glances; your lives were about to be fucked forever.

[evansbby]

…ahem. you asked for this.

thicc corporate lawyer andy who has a sparkling reputation and is as strategic and relentless as he is handsome and rich. in a desperate bid to save their marriage and keep up appearances, his wife has agreed to him having an extracurricular love life, but unbeknownst to andy, she’s hired you to fill the position of mistress. in doing so, she hoped to maintain control over her predicament, but she was ill-prepared for how enamored you and andy have become with one another. you have practically nothing in common, but this middle-aged man is the best sex you have ever had, and you can’t get enough of him.

he dotes on you, making sure you have the best of everything at excess. he chastises you about your eating habits (not enough food!) and trendy (too much skin!) wardrobe. you sleep in his lap while he answers emails in the backseat of his town car.

your new favorite hobby has become reducing this fearsome and much-lauded man into a flustered, frustrated mess. grinding on him while he takes his business calls, strutting around naked or sparsely dressed in front of staff, saying lewd and outrageous things in front of his colleagues,  etc. you’ve become somewhat of a glutton for punishment, particularly the kind that andy likes to dole out.

COME TO THE DARK SIDEE !!!!!

😐😐😐😐

See, i just kept imagining Ari 🤧🤧 bc sugar daddy Ari is soooo hot and sweet and doting and perfect! Andy, as previously established, would not be a good sugar daddy!

That being said, why is his wife hiring women to sleep with him??? How does that give her any control bc whoever she hires is still gonna sleep with him?? 😭😭😭 and what if he’s fucking other women as well as the one the wife hired!?! Basically the wife is SPENDING HER MONEY to have another woman sleep with her husband?!? 😭😭😭😭😭 (actually this makes perfect sense, if i was Andy Barber’s wife, I’d pay someone else to have an affair with him too just to keep him away from me!)

Although i have to say, “you sleep in his lap while he answers emails in the backseat of his town car” is hot 😍😍😍😍

[generalgemini-booknerd]

Hooolllyyyy shhhiiiiiittttt

Oh lord... Daddy 🥵

I found this on ig @chris.evansarg but credit to nix-akimbo

[avintagekiss24]

one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

[earlgreydream]

october 13

🍁 Bondage — Andy Barber

content warnings: +18, daddy kink, ddlg vibes, d/s, collar

The smell of coffee and keys clicking on a laptop lulled you into a comfortable stillness, the familiarity of Andy bringing unmatched security and safety. No harm could come to you in Andy’s presence, you could count on him to catch you when you fell, kissing everything better.

The sound of your name brought you back to attention. You gazed up into blue eyes, Andy, clad in a suit, towering over you, a small smile peeking out from behind his beard. He’d been up early working, while you continued to sleep comfortably in bed, snuggled in the sheets that lingered with his scent. Just over an hour passed before your body ached for his presence, your subconscious mind dying to be close to your lover, waking you from a dreamstate.

“Hi, daddy,” you whispered, smiling as he pressed his lips against yours.

“Didn’t know you were up yet. Want daddy to help you get dressed? I want you beside me all day.”

He was pleased with your energetic nod, giggling as he picked you up and carried you back to your shared bedroom, his beard scratching against your cheek. When your feet touched the floor, he pulled his oversized button down from your body, affectionately scolding you for sleeping in his work clothes, swatting your bum for the infraction.

Once you were bare, he snapped a pink leather collar around your throat, a small tag resting at the base of your neck, Andy’s Pet. A shiver ran down your spine as his lips planted a hot kiss to the tag, making you feel owned. A wave of submission washed over you, warmth spreading through your mind and body, making you cling to Andy, even as he tried to help you into pretty pink lingerie.

You adored the days he worked from home. You knew how you’d spend the day, kneeling at his feet, dolled up by Andy.

Your expectations proved correct as you were settled on the floor between his legs, your hands bound behind your back in pretty pink leather cuffs. Your cheek rested against the inside of his thigh, and he stroked through your hair as he spoke on the phone with another lawyer on his case.

“Daddy,” you tried, before Andy’s hand reached down and covered your mouth, hushing you. The change in his tone was imperceptible to someone who didn’t know every aspect of his stern dominance. But you recognized the warning, immediately falling into submission.

His stern expression broke into affection when you kissed the palm of his hand, his fingers moving to gently brush over your cheek. As soon as Andy hung up the phone, you tugged on the cuffs behind your back, gazing up at him with a pathetic expression.

“Will I have to gag you? You know I don’t appreciate my phone calls being interrupted.”

“No, daddy. I just want to sit on your lap.”

Typically, you remained comfortably on the soft cushions on the floor, content between his legs, especially when he let you put your mouth around his cock. He rarely let you sit up with him, preferring to keep you in your place at his feet.

But Andy could tell how sleepy and clingy you were, and you had been good, letting him restrain you without protest. He picked you up, letting you sit sideways on his lap, reclasping your wrists together in front of you.

You immediately settled, your head resting against his chest, the faint echo of his heartbeat pulsing against your cheek. A tender kiss was smeared over your forehead, and he went back to work on his laptop, leaving you to obediently rest your hands in your lap.

Your obedience didn’t last long— it never did, and soon you were wriggling in his lap, your hands going to his beard. He tried to manhandle you to sit still, but you struggled against the firm grip he held.

“Why are you acting like this?” Andy asked after slamming the phone down onto the receiver.

“Not acting like anything,” you insisted, attempting to squirm off of his lap.

“And after I let you sit on my lap. Get down.”

You whimpered at his stern tone, knowing that there would be no escaping whatever he decided was a fitting punishment for your behavior. His work was momentarily forgotten on the desk as he bent down and wrestled you onto your knees, putting a spreader bar between your ankles and clasping your hands behind your back, making your face rest on the ground with your ass in the air. Chilly air reached your slit as Andy tore away the lace that covered you, making you squirm. His large hand cracked down on your ass, leaving heat on the tender skin, before he went back to work and opted to ignore you.

“Down.”

You felt like a dog, dropping your face when you’d tried to sit up. You resided yourself to behaving, even as you ached beneath Andy, who looked so dominating above you. Every once in a while, his hand would trail down to your exposed pussy, fingers tracing barely-there circles over your quivering holes, but refusing to breach your entrance, teasing you.

He shot you a look of disapproval when you tugged on the restraints, getting fed up with his teasing. You heard the sound of his desk drawer opening and closing, a moment later, feeling something cool press against your bum. Andy ignored your low whine of protest as he slipped the anal beads in, prompting a choked noise when he turned them to the vibrating setting.

Andy’s mind kept straying from his work as he felt you squirm against the feeling, wriggling, unable to escape the vibrations. It soaked your pussy, but wasn’t enough to push you over, leaving your hips bucking against nothing and your pussy throbbing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

You nodded, and only a second passed before his muscular arm hooked under your waist and lifted you on top of the desk. Dread settled in your tummy when you heard his belt buckle release before you were freed from the restraints.

Andy leaned down and flattened his warm tongue against your pussy, licking up the arousal that had smeared on your dainty skin. You mewled into the cold glass top of his desk, your eyes fluttering open to see his camera recording from underneath. Andy’s tongue left you, quickly replaced by his cock, pushing you open wide to make room for him.

Andy fisted your hair, jerking your head up as he pounded into you from behind, the camera capturing every moan and thrust. You ached from being spread open and tied, the pain mixing with the pleasure he inflicted, slamming hard against your g-spot until your eyes were rolling back.

“Please let me come,” you begged hoarsely, your hips bucking against him, unable to control yourself.

“Hold it,” Andy grunted out the command, forcing you to try to fight off the pressure building between your hips.

His grip on your hair released, allowing you to fall forward as he pulsed inside of you, spraying hot, sticky come as deep as possible. A loud whine ripped from your lips when he pulled out, leaning back in his chair and staring at you, unfinished and writhing on the desk.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come.”

You heard him pick up his belt, but when you glanced over your shoulder through teary eyes, you saw he had no intention of getting dressed.

[onsunnyside]

Sonny! I can’t decide who this would be with…possibly our daddy lawyer Andy Barber?? Maybe holy grail Ransom joining the reader for a lil cam show?? Either way it’s so hot 🥵

Why not both bestie😌

Andy is a little rougher when you’re on the clock, just a quick trip upstairs while everyone else is busy so he can flip up your pretty dress, then send you back down with wobbly legs and dazed eyes.

Ransom, on the other hand, clears his entire night to teach you a lesson. Letting your fans choose how to punish you, giving them a long show with the perfect view between your thighs. Lots of edging or either lots of orgasms, Ransom let’s your biggest fans choose.

[chuckbass-love]

20,39,42 with Andy Barber?

Hey, lovely anon. First of all i hope you’re doing well and second of all, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and i hope y’all have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a hot minute since i last wrote for Andy.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Prompts Used: 

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are”

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

42) “I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Warnings: Smut. Sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, spanking, daddy kink, love making (kinda), arguing, swearing, angst and a sprinkle of fluff for good measure. That’s right, used all 3. 18+ you know the drill.

Word Count: 6,796

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cassercole go check them out💕

Do You Feel What I Feel?

After a long and interesting weekend, you’re a lot less eager to get back behind your desk to work for Andy Barber than you usually are. One reason in particular being that you’ve been dating other people behind his back. See the thing with you and Andy is that you’ve known him for 2 whole years, worked for him for 1 year and been fucking him since the evening of your very first day. He got you the job to work with him after you got laid off.

You met him after he showed up for one of your seminars at college and he gave a presentation on what it’s like to be a lawyer and you just clicked. But it was strictly platonic...until you showed up on that first day dressed in a knee length skirt, a semi sheer polka dot blouse with stockings and heels. He was shocked to say the least. You looked entirely different and he’d never seen you this way before. It turned him on and he let you know it. 

As you were packing your things away and bidding him goodbye for the day, he called you back into his office and instructed you to lock the door behind you before he began to inform you of the effect you had on him. Starting slowly by telling you how he was taken aback by your ability to think on your feet, use your initiative and then just like that, it all came out and he couldn’t control his hunger much longer. 

He kissed you so hard that night that the breath was knocked from your lungs but you loved it, you yearned for more of that feeling and he fucked you so good that you made it a regular thing, without even realising it was becoming one until it was too late. You’d just show up at each others places without a warning and before you knew it, he was fucking you into the mattress and making you cum with a cry of his name.

Now back to the present... you like Andy, in fact if you’re being truthful with yourself, you’ve fallen so madly in love with him that you know it’s time to quit him. He’s like a drug, an addiction and you need to stop going back for more. Hence why you decided that enough was enough. 

You met a guy online, his name is Ashley and he was more than keen to take you out so you happily obliged and sure you had a nice time but there’s just one issue lying in your way. Andy is unsuspecting of your little date and it’s been eating away at you since said date walked you back to your apartment. You know that you need to tell him but you fear that it’ll cost you your job, he did hire you to help you out after all.

Before you can wallow more in your choice to keep things from him, he calls you into his office and you haven’t even gotten any work done yet, you only sat down 5 minutes ago.

What could he possibly want so early on?

“Yes, Mr Barber?” you ask flirtatiously, making him glare up at you before gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. Which you do.

“So today i’m gonna need you to file this paper work into the data base for me” he starts, lifting up a pile taller than the length of your forearm and now you’re annoyed for real this time. He knows full well that you’re still finishing off the stack from Friday and yet here he is presenting more work for you to do “get it done by the end of the day” he finishes, flashing you another stone cold glare as he looks back down at the paper on his desk, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence for a second longer.

Until you speak up “Andy, you know i’m still finishing off Frid....”

“That’s Mr Barber to you and you can leave now” his rude and snappy interruption makes you scoff as you shake your head at the tone in his voice, he’s not in any mood today to help you out or make exceptions. So you do as you’re told, hauling the heavy pile into your arms and lugging it back to your desk outside. Once it’s on your desk, you walk back to shut his door before he asks, making sure to slam it harder than needed to make it known that you’re angry with him.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care though.

Now to get started on all of this work that’ll probably mean you staying later tonight, just brilliant. Guess your second date with Ashley will have to be rescheduled.

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You finish off half of the pile by the time it gets to 1:30pm and you’re due a lunch break round about now so seeing as though Andy hasn’t left his office all day, you decide to pop out for some food with one of the other assistants, Stacey. Thank God you don’t have to face him since you have absolutely no clue what could have possibly rattled his cage this morning to make him snap at you like that. The two of you have always had this ongoing joke of you calling him Mr Barber and he usually allows you to call him by his first name until today when that alone was enough to anger him.

It’s obvious that you’ll have to put off telling him about your date until he’s in a better place to receive the news. You’re hoping that since he’s always been opposed to commitment that he’ll take it well but the halt in your fooling around might annoy him a little. It’s not your problem though, he always knew you were planning to eventually settle down.

Upon your return to your desk you find Andy sat in your chair, looking through your work “where the hell have you been?” he mutters as he avoids your eyes “you know what, don’t even bother making excuses, my office, NOW” you jump out of fear as he raises his voice slightly at you for the first time in the whole 2 years you’ve known him. Your anxious body shuffles into his office, scared of what’s about to happen.

“Was i not clear enough earlier Y/N? Hm? Because i specifically remember asking you to have this work done by the end of the day. You get off at half 4, it’s now half 2 and you’ve only done half. Do i pay you to galavant around town with Stacey or do i pay you to do your goddam job?”

In the 2 years that you’ve known Andy, he’s also never made you cry, yet here you are trying your absolute hardest not to let these tears fall in front of him.

“You pay me to do my job and i’ve tried my best to get it done. I-I’m sorry” you stand there awkwardly, picking at the torn skin around your fingernails as you stare hopelessly at your stilettos. “Well your best isn’t fucking good enough Y/N, try harder. You can stay here until all of the paperwork is done and that includes Friday’s load too now close the door on your way out”

Is he actually serious? He can’t be, surely. What is wrong with him?

“No” you stand tall, hands on your hips as you talk back and if he was angry before then now he’s livid with you “What do you mean no?” he questions, stepping towards you, hands in his pockets as he awaits your answer.

“I said, no. Just because you’re in a bad mood for whatever reason does NOT mean that you get to stand here and humiliate me. I said no and that’s final. I’ll do my best to get today’s work done before i leave but Friday’s work can wait and i don’t care what nasty comment you have in store to throw back at me”

His face screws up as he clenches his jaw again, you should feel really scared right about now, that comment might have just cost you this job but you don’t care. If that’s the case then you’ll walk out of here proud of yourself along with one less so called friend in your life.

“Bad mood? I’m furious and you don’t even know the half of it” he picks his phone up, tapping a couple times before handing it to you and walking back to his desk to sit down. You watch the clip in his camera roll, squinting as you try to make out the faces in it and then you realise that it’s you and Ashley. Fuck. He was there that night at your apartment, he was obviously coming to see you and you didn’t even know it. He must have seen you with another man and changed his mind. You feel awful as you look back at him, he just sighs once you place the phone onto his desk.

“Andy, i-i”

“Save it. If you wanted to cut our little deal off then you shoulda just said. I don’t appreciate being lied to Y/N and i don’t fancy talking about it with you for a minute longer so just do as your fucking told and get back to work”

All you can do is turn around and walk away since you’ve done enough damage already. But all you can think about is the look on his face after you watched the incriminating clip. He looked sad, broken even and it’s replaying in your brain over and over. Torturing you. 

This is why he’s been so nasty today, so demanding and harsh. He’s hurt that you lied to him, hurt that you were with someone else, even if it was just dinner. You still arranged a date with another man and went and what Andy has never wanted to admit before, not even to himself is that he really likes you. In fact no, he’s fallen madly in love with you. 

Every waking moment of his life is spent with you on his mind. You even corrupt his dream world too and it’s gotten out of control. Saturday he decided it was time to cut your little deal off and start over. He was going to do it right, confess his feelings, ask you on a date and then take you out and treat you like a princess.

Ever since he laid his blue eyes on you that first time when he was doing the presentation in your class at college, he liked you. You asked so many questions, engaged a lot in the debates and he knew then that you were going to play an important role in his life. And you have. You became close friends, going out regularly and doing things like bowling and eating dinner together more than a handful of times. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his but there was this unspoken rule that you had to remain just friends. He wasn’t ready for anything serious and you were still not over your ex.

But then when you walked through his office door on your first day dressed in that skirt, those heels and stockings and lets not forget about that blouse. He was trying his hardest not to drool. One things for sure though, he was painfully hard for you.

When he came to your apartment Saturday and saw you outside your door with some preppy douchebag who was around your age, he felt this lump in his throat form as his heart ached. Sure he expected you to get a man eventually after all you are 24 and he’s in his 30’s. But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. He also didn’t expect you to have such an effect on him the way you have but here he is, angry at you for moving on without telling him and angry that you aren’t his anymore. 

He feels bad for shouting at you today, for being so harsh with his words. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes right away but he was too pissed off to stop and now he’s almost certain that any friendship the two of you had is gone for good thanks to his vile actions.

Another 2 hours tick by and you’re still working at your pile, you’ve still got a lot left being that he’s included Friday’s in your load too. It’s going to be a long night so you pick your phone up and call Ashley.

“Ashley hey, it’s uh, it’s Y/N. Listen, i have to work late today so i won’t be able to make it” you announce and as he responds, Andy opens his door but you don’t notice.

“Rain check? Uh...” you trail off, trying your hardest to decide if you even want to see him again. It’s like you’re torn. On one hand you have Andy, your dream man. A man who knows your body like the back of his hands and a man who can more than likely take care of you if you just took a leap and told him about your feelings but then on the other hand you have Ashley. A guy who is your age and who makes you laugh a hell of a lot. Before you can even decide though, you hear a cough behind you. It’s Andy.

“Ashley can i call you back? It’s just now’s not really a good time, i have a lot of work to get done”

You hang up the phone as your eyes are locked onto Andy’s and the moment your phone is placed back onto your desk he wraps his large hand around your wrist, lifting you up off your chair and tugging you into his office. You watch as he locks the door behind him before going back to sitting behind his desk.

“You gonna see him again?” he asks, jaw clenched.

“I-I uh, i don’t know. I’m a little torn right now” your eyes settle on his plump pink lips, wanting nothing more than to bite down on his bottom one as you sink down onto his cock but you’re dirty thoughts come to a staggering halt as he speaks. “Torn with what? You like him right?” why is he asking you these things? Is he trying to torture himself with the details.

“Yes i mean no i mean I don’t know. I like him but i don’t think i can date him”

“How come?”

“Because i like someone else, in fact i love someone else”

Andy feels his heart sink further as more cracks appear threatening to shatter it completely. You love someone else and now he’s truly out of the game.

Rage works it’s way back into his body and he can’t help but take it out on you “did you sleep with him? Huh? Did the douche bag get to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”

At first you find him funny, laughing as you look around the room, anywhere but his eyes but then your own rage sets in.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, he didn’t. We had dinner and that’s it” you state, matter of factly as you place your hands back onto your hips..

“Bullshit”

“Is that what you really think of me Andy? You think i’d just give it up to any guy that even looked my way. Wow, i knew you were a lot of things but vicious was definitely not one of them and what’s that i smell? Is it jealousy? Surely not.” you tut, shaking your head “I don’t think i even know you at all by the looks of things if you thought lying to me was better than being honest and trust me, i’m not jealous in the slightest, in fact i pity you. It’s your sex life that will suffer” he doesn’t falter for even a second as he stares you down and just as he anticipated, you’re the first one to break, looking away from him. You can’t help the way your heart starts to race from all of the fury filling up your body. How dare he.

“I was only keeping it from you until i found the right time to tell you. And don’t you dare think for one second that just because we’ve slept together that you have any right to comment on my sex life. You made it perfectly clear that monogamy wasn’t your thing so don’t be mad when i finally want to move on from being someone’s fuck buddy” you spit, heat rising to your cheeks as you realise what you just said. Fuck.

“I’ll comment on whatever i fucking want to so quit the bitching and yeah, i don’t do commitment but i sure as hell wouldn’t be with you even if i did”

You don’t respond to him this time, there’s no quick comeback to fire his way, no insult that could mean you having the upper hand again. Nothing is left but shock and disappointment. He really said that, he really played on your biggest insecurity. He played on it and used it to his advantage, to get the upper hand and win the argument.

“What? Got nothing to say?” he snorts, smug grin on his face. Watch his smile disappear now...

“I love you, Andy” you finally get the words out and you feel as if you’re going to choke on them and die right here in his office. Cause of death, unrequited love.

“W-what?” he’s practically speechless, his words barely audible.

“I’m so madly in love with you and i have been for a while now. But i continued to shut my feelings out and reject other guys because i came to the realisation that having you in any way that i could would be enough for me even if it meant that i couldn’t have you in the way that i’ve always wanted. But none of this matters now, right? Because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel and where you stand. You wouldn’t date me even you did date and that’s fine but at least now both our cards are on the table”

He looks up at you, using his index finger to force you to look back at him and when you do, he looks so deep into your eyes almost as if he’s attempting to see into your soul. Like he’s trying to search for any signs of dishonesty.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of going out with other guys you shoulda told me and been honest about it?” is all he can say and that’s the last response you expected but what catches you off guard the most is how he said it, almost like he was hurt and relieved simultaneously.

“Andy, you’re my boss and you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship” he has absolutely no right to lecture you about honesty when he’s spent the entire time he’s known you blabbering on about how the single life is better for him and how he’d hate to be tied down again. You roll your eyes as you move away from him when he attempts to move closer.

Silence falls upon the two of you and it seems never ending, leaving you no choice but to leave. The moment you turn around to walk away he’s on his feet too “where are you going?” the tone his voice makes it sound as though he’s pleading for you to stay without actually saying the words.

“I’m going back to my desk to do my fucking job, just like you told me to do earlier” you turn back around but just as you expected, he stops you “look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just mad that you”

“Mad about what? That i went out on a date? I’m a single woman Andy and despite our little deal, i don’t belong to you so you have no right to be mad at me for doing what any other single person does”

He bites down on his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his perfectly styled locks, messing them up instantly “God, you’re so fucking infuriating”

“I’m infuriating? You really are clueless to your own behaviour aren’t you? I just told you that i love you and you still haven’t told me if you feel the same. So i think that says it all, don’t you?” you stop yourself before continuing your rant, trying your hardest to prevent something worse slipping out. Right now in your state, you’re bound to say things that you don’t mean and will later regret. “you know what, i think i’m gonna take the work load home and complete it there. I’ll see you tomorrow, if i still have a job that is” you raise your brows at him, praying he doesn’t fire you for your attitude alone. But to your surprise he doesn’t.

“You really think that low of me? That i’d ever fire you because of what’s going on between us outside of this office? Wow” he leans back on his desk and his shoulders drop as he slumps over, looking down at his large calloused hands.

“It’s what i assumed would happen. You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t want me gone after today?”

“I don’t, believe it or not. But i have no time to deal with this discussion any longer, i have to leave early today” he says as he goes back to sitting behind his desk again and turning his computer back on “i don’t expect you to stay any longer, you can take that work home and finish it after your date” he mutters the last few words, pulling a face as if they make him sick.

“Really? We’re back to that again. God i’ve had it with you” you spit, biting down on the inside of your cheek before strutting over to the door but his hand stops you before you even get yours on the lock.

“Let me go Andy. I don’t even want to look at you, let alone be stuck in a room with you” harsh, but in this moment it’s true. He’s done nothing but upset you all day long and even after your stupid decision to confess your love for him, he’s still doing it. You feel so defeated right now that you can’t take another second of his shit.

“Just one more thing and then you’re free to go and fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. How many guys have you been on dates with since we started hooking up?” the desperation is evident in his eyes as they pierce into yours, searching again but this time for the answers before you can even open your mouth to give them to him “one. It was only one date on Saturday night with Ashley” and that’s the truth. You would never repeatedly date behind his back, this was a one off. A one off you’re regretting more as the seconds tick by.

An awkward silence falls upon the two of you once more as he walks back over to his desk, pacing next to it and creating a draft. “Are you planning to see him again?” and he’s back with more questions. Why does he care so much?

He clearly doesn’t love you too otherwise he’d have said it once you confessed your feelings for him. Instead he left you looking like the biggest joke ever, the clown. And you feel so mortified for even believing he’d say it back.

Silly little Y/N, always catching feelings for men who don’t feel the same way back. You’re starting to feel as though you’ll never find someone.

But still his behaviour has you second guessing him. Maybe he does like you and that’s why he’s acting so hurt.

“Maybe i will, after all i am single. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it Andy?” you know full well that you’re pushing down hard on his buttons and you can see his cheeks turn red as his knuckles turn white from his tight grip on the side of the table.

“What you don’t like that? You don’t like the thought of me on top of Ashley, sinking down onto his cock as he touches my body and kis -”

Out of nowhere he interrupts you, slamming his fist down onto his desk “dammit, Y/N, what is it with you? Trying to make me jealous? Because i’ve had just about enough of you running your mouth” he pulls one of the chairs out, falling into it and spreading his legs “In fact. I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use? Huh? Maybe then you’ll shut up about that fucking douche bag” he is jealous, it’s so obvious to you now. He’s jealous of Ashley, jealous of the possibility of him spending time with you and he hates the thought of someone stealing you away from his tight grasp.

You can’t quite believe your ears or your eyes as he spreads his legs further, grazing his hand over the tent in his dress trousers and you can’t help the gulp that follows.

“Andy”

“Shhh, enough talking. I don’t have it in me anymore to argue with you, just come here” he insists but you stand your ground “no. i can’t keep going round and round in circles with you with absolutely no end in sight and with no hope for you to reciprocate how i feel. I’m sorry but i’m leaving”

Yet again, as expected, he clears his throat “fine. I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Like they always do around Andy, your legs turn to jelly and your eyes glaze over along with your better judgement being clouded by x rated thoughts of him railing you. The idea of him touching himself, working his hand expertly around his girthy cock causes arousal to flood your panties. How dare your body betray you like this. How dare your mind do the same. It’s not fair that every time you think you have the upper hand and the dominance, he comes along, snatching it away from you and proving you wrong.

You have absolutely no idea why you’re about to do what you’re about to do other than the fact that your body gravitates toward him like a magnet and it’s out of your control.

So without a second longer to fester or overthink, you spin around on your heels, charging towards him. Andy watches in awe as you drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. Once you free his cock from the confines of his black Calvin Kleins and into your small hand you spot the droplets of precum oozing out of the slit on his red bulbous head. You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them as you give the tip a couple of kitten licks before spitting all over his shaft and pumping him agonisingly slow.

“Fuck” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips the arm rests on the chair when you take him into your mouth “attagirl, sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking pro” his hands grip your face as he continues to watch you go to work, making a mess of yourself as you gag around him,

You don’t bother to issue a warning before taking all of him in your mouth, all the way down to his balls over and over. Making sure to hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, your tongue licking the underside of him as your hands grasp his balls. He starts bucking his hips up, attempting to fuck your mouth but you push him back down as a whole batch of unholy sounds that only you can elicit from him fall from his perfect lips, the sounds that are so loud and downright filthy that he has no option but to cover his mouth with his hand, biting down one of his thick digits to keep from exposing himself to his unsuspecting colleagues outside.

He soon pulls you off and you do so with a pop. He forces you to look up at him, his hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing aggressively “no matter what undeserving boys you go out on a date with, no matter who flirts with you. You’re mine, always have been and always will be” he moves you to straddle his lap before he stands up to move the two of you to the couch.

“So no more dates princess, no more other guys. Because i’m the only one who gets to have you. Is that clear?” he cocks his brow up at you and you nod in response before mumbling a quick “yes” to satisfy his need for confirmation and assurance.

He lifts your knee length dress up to your stomach before he gets to touching you, squeezing at your ass cheeks a little too hard for your liking but you secretly love the way he gets so rough with your body, the way he smacks both ass cheeks repeatedly until you wince from how sore he’s made you.

“God, these clothes drive me crazy. Ever since that first day i met you, i’ve wanted you and when you started working here, i was so desperate to fuck you as you wore these stockings and these heels. You’re so fucking hot, princess and you have no idea how crazy you drive me when you bend over, shoving this ass in my face”

He starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses on the spot that has your back arching as you grip onto the back of his neck to steady yourself. He’s working you up all the more, turning the pool in your panties into a river. You’re dripping wet for him, desperate for him to just fuck your greedy pussy, desperate to clench down around his cock as he pounds into you.

“You’ve done it before Andy. Many times in fact”

His kisses halt as he smirks at you, that devilish look in his eyes. It always drives you wild “do it again, please, i need it” you beg pathetically and much to your surprise, he does exactly that. He takes your panties, tugging them to the side and playing with your soaked core a little as well as touching your bundle of nerves. You whine into the crook of his neck as you urge him to hurry before he eventually pulls his pants further down his legs to position himself at your entrance better. You don’t even have time to breathe before he’s knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks himself to the hilt inside of you.

The way his pace continues to pick up until it’s rendering on animalistic is causing you to let out the loudest and sexiest sounds, it’s like music to his ears but he can’t have anyone hearing this. He flips the two of you over so that you’re below him, your legs pushed back to your head and you hold them in place. His hand covers your mouth as he slides himself back in, not making any effort to start slow “you’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are” he continues with rough snaps of his hips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon and causing the sweet music you make to vibrate onto his hand.

“Yeah, like this? Like the way i fuck this pretty little cunt?”

Thrust

“Bet his cock couldn’t even touch what mine does to you, the way you cry out for more and scream my name every time. The way i can make you cum with just my words and my fingers. God, such a dirty little girl for me, ain’t that right, princess?”

Satisfied hums follow his questions along with a frantic nod as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like a knot twisting and pulling, you’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the impending orgasm. “Don’t make a fucking sound when i move my hand, okay?” again you nod in response and he moves his hand, smiling down at you with adoration in his eyes before moving his hand to your aching sex. His fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles on it and as soon as your walls flutter around him, he knows your close.

“Gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess all over my cock? My filthy girl, go on baby, cream all over me”

Just like that, along with his permission you let everything go, allowing yourself to really feel the pleasure. Your walls flutter around him again and again and each time he pulls out of you he spots your juices as they cover his cock beautifully. The sight alone has his hips snapping harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off of the walls in his office and you accidentally let out a lewd moan that he swallows with his kiss as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer “cum for me daddy” your encouragement sends his entire world spinning as his thrusts stagger. 

His cock jolts inside of you, twitching like crazy before his cream fills you up deliciously, painting your walls in thick ropes. You arch your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You need to feel his lips on yours.

He kisses you so hard that your teeth clash, making the two of you chuckle into each others mouths before attempting again. This time his tongue forces it’s way past your lips, battling with yours as he rides the two of you through your dramatic and intense highs.

Once his hips still and he pulls out, he flops down next to you. The two of you are nothing but a panting mess. Chests rising and falling along with your erratic heart beats.

“I love you too” he confesses, making you gasp as you turn your head to look at his spent body, the way his eyes meet yours and tears pool in them has your eyes doing the same.

“Andy”

“I’m not finished. I’ve felt this connection with you since the day i first met you, it caught me completely off guard. When we made the deal for it to be just friends, i was upset. I wanted a lot more but i know i wasn’t ready just yet. But the way you’d draw out laughter from me that no one else has ever been able to and the way you’d boss me around only made my feelings grow. Then we fucked and it was like confirmation to me that i was well and truly screwed. But i kept coming back for more because it was like an addiction, i had to have you in any way that was possible and if sex was the only way then i’d have stayed single forever just to keep you close. I’d have done anything to be able to hold your body and kiss your neck and make you feel good. If doing that as just your fuck buddy was the only way then so be it. But i got to a point where just fucking you wasn’t enough. I wanted something real with you. So on Saturday-” before he can even finish you sigh, sitting up.

“You came to tell me how you felt? Andy, why didn’t you just say that earlier?” you don’t know how to feel right now. You’re so consumed by emotions that your head is spinning. One one hand you’re angry, annoyed and upset that he kept this from you and didn’t just tell you he felt the same when you confessed how you felt. But then on the other hand you’re relieved and happy that he does feel the same. This was never some unrequited love, it’s always been reciprocated and real. 

All the lingering stares you’d catch, all of the compliments thrown your way and the insults hurled at random guys who’d ogle you whenever you were out in public with him or whenever another guy at work would take an interest.

“I saw you with that guy Y/N and i broke down. Then today, i expected you to come in and talk to me about it but instead you sat down at your desk, acted normal and didn’t say a word. I was hurt that you’d keep this from me. I know we both felt these things and i know both of us were unaware of the feelings being reciprocated but you still didn’t tell me you’d even thought about seeing other people and i guess i just expected more from you, more honesty”

He’s right. You don’t have it in you to argue because he’s right. He might have had his reasons for hiding his true feelings but you hid your date from him and that’s a lot worse. How was he supposed to just come out with it when all he could think of was you with Ashley.

“You’re right. I was wrong, i didn’t even think about the effect it would have and i was selfish. To tell you the truth i only went out with that guy because i was trying to move on from you, i didn’t want to keep feeling this strongly with no possibility of you feeling the same so i did the first thing i knew to do, date some other guy”

Andy can’t say he isn’t relieved to hear you admit that preppy college boy means nothing to you but it’s bitter sweet, you saying that you thought your feelings were one sided so you wanted to move on to avoid getting hurt further makes him hurt too. You’ve always meant more to him than just some friendship or some steamy sex. You’re the first woman he’s even looked twice at since Laurie and that means a whole lot more than you’ll ever know or understand.

“So what now?” you ask, puppy dog eyes showing as you await his response.

“I know it’s a bit backwards but how about a date tomorrow?”

God, he really is so handsome, so sweet. His deep and raspy chuckles make you giggle along with him as you straddle him once again, crashing your lips to his, his beard scratching at your face just the way you like.

He pulls away for a second “is that a yes?” once more you shake your head, tutting at him “a thousand times yes, Mr Barber. Yes i’ll go out with you” he wraps his arms around you as he pulls you flush against his suit clad torso, kissing you eagerly and smiling into it. He finally got the girl.

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