#Professor! Andy Barber Smut

[americasass91]

Bad Grade

Hello, there lovelies!

So this was completely conjured because of the picture above. I can’t help that I’m horny for the bastard. Thus, this fic was born. I immediately thought of Andy when I saw the glasses and had to indulge in a little Professor fic. With a surprise thrown in at the end 😉

I hope you enjoy it.

*DISCLAIMER*, if you’re under 18, you don’t belong here. Kindly fuck off and go away. Thank you!

Words: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, P in V sex, oral(m receiving), Professor kink, Andy’s glasses, I think that’s it

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You nervously pull down your skirt as you approach the professor's door. You have to admit you’re a bit nervous. You almost think about turning around.

Instead, you take a couple of deep breaths and hesitantly raise your fist and knock on the door.

You don’t have to wait very long at all before the door swings open and reveals your law professor, Mr Barber.

“Ah, Y/N.  I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.” He says as he’s not so subtly giving you a once over.

You clear your throat as you pull on your skirt again. “Of course I was gonna show. I’d like to discuss my bad grade.”

He moves aside so you can enter his classroom. As you’re walking to a desk in the front row, you hear him shut the door and turn the lock. You turn to look at him quizzically. “Is there a reason we need the door locked Professor?”

He waves you off and walks over to stand in front of his desk so that he’s directly in front of you. “Just don’t want to be disturbed while we discuss your paper.”

You nod hesitantly as you take a seat. “Okay…where should we begin?”

He gives you a look you can’t quite place before he grabs your paper off his desk. He pushes his glasses up his nose. “I think the first place to start is to ask if you’re paying attention in class because according to this paper the answer is no.”

You look down at your hands that are fiddling in your lap. “I’m doing my best, Professor. It’s hard. I’ve been a bit distracted lately.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s hard.” He mutters under his breath.

You furrow your brows. “What was that?”

He clears his throat and leans against his desk. “I asked what’s distracting you?”

“Oh, uh, you know…just normal stuff.”

“Are you having issues at home?”

“No.”

“Problems with your other Professors?”

You shake your head. “I guess you could say I’ve been distracted by…someone.”

“And who might that be?”

No way were you telling him that considering he was the someone. “That’s not really important. What I’d like to know is if there’s anything I can do about my grade?”

He looks down at the paper in thought for a moment. He looks back up at you after a few seconds. “You could always try actually paying attention and studying.”

You know that’s not gonna work. Not when he shows up to class in his stupid cardigans and those stupid fucking glasses. “I’ll do my best, I promise. Is there anything else I can do? Maybe some extra credit or something?”

He looks down for a moment. You can swear you see a slight blush on his cheeks. The look he gives you when he lifts his head back up is enough to have your panties melting off of you. “Well, I can think of a few things. Though you might not be up for it.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and start pleading to him. “Please, I said I’d do anything, Professor. I have to pass this class if I want to be a lawyer someday.”

He stands up fully and drops your paper on his desk. He takes his glasses off and wipes away a smudge with his sweater. He places them back on his face. “Alright then. You could, oh I don’t know, suck me off?”

Your mouth drops open. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but that definitely wasn’t it. “Excuse me?”

He starts walking toward your desk. You’re glued to the spot, unable to look away from his now heated gaze. He leans down and plants both hands on your desk and gets so close that you can see your reflection in his glasses. “I said you can suck me off.”

You cannot believe your hot law professor just said that to you. You’re appalled. You quickly stand up and storm to his desk to grab your paper so you can leave. You just get your hand on it when you are pushed against the front of the desk by Mr. Barber. He cages you against him and the desk and ruts his obvious erection against your ass. He moves your hair away from the right side of your neck and leans forward to speak directly in your ear. “Where do you think you’re going, honey? I thought you wanted to improve your grade?”

You try to wriggle free but he has too good of a grasp on you now. You realize there is no way out of this. You sigh in defeat and lower your head. “Fine.”

He stops moving. “What was that?” He turns you around so that you’re facing him.

“I said fine. Can we just get this over with?”

He smirks as he backs away a little, enough to give you room to sink to your knees. Which he assists in by pushing on your shoulders.

You adjust yourself so that you’re a little more comfortable before looking from the noticeable sized bulge in his pants back up to his face.

He raises a brow at you. “Well, what are you waiting for? It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you shakily reach for his belt and undo it. You glance up to see him peering down at you with lust in his eyes. “Go ahead, honey.”

Without any more hesitation, you undo his pants and push those and his boxers down enough until his cock springs free. Holy shit. You can’t help but take a moment to be impressed. It may not be the longest one you’ve ever seen, but damn was it thick. You weren’t even sure you could get your mouth around it.

He must be able to read your thoughts. “Don’t worry, honey. It’ll fit.”

You start with wrapping your hand around the base. Your fingers don’t even meet. It earns you a hiss from your professor. You move a little closer and give a tentative lick to the tip. After that earns you a groan from Professor Barber, whose hands are now in your hair, you give a nice lick from base to tip.

He gently yanks your head back by your hair. “Stop the fucking teasing.”

You smirk but decide to oblige. You hesitantly take him into your mouth, only able to get about half down before having to remove your mouth to take a breath. You were right, your mouth barely fits.

You give a couple more pumps with your hand before trying again. You get a little further than halfway this time. Which seems to please him. “Fuck, just like that honey. What a nice little mouth.”

You begin bobbing your head, still only able to go a little more than halfway. This only continues for a few minutes before you’re being yanked off his cock by your hair.

“You can do better than that. You want that better grade? You’re gonna have to work for it. How about this, just keep your mouth open and I’ll do the rest.”

Before you have a chance to even think of responding, he’s stuffing his cock back into your mouth. He gives a few shallow thrusts before picking up speed and shoving more and more of it into your mouth each time. You start gagging a little. He stops again. You look up at him, mouth still full of his cock, with a questioning look on your face. He removes his hands from your hair and gestures towards your arms. “Give me your hands.”

You place your hands in his. He takes your hands and plants them on his hips. He then leans forward and places his hands on his desk and looks down at you degradingly. “Hang on tight.”

You barely have time to tighten your hold on him before he starts a punishing pace. The tip of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. “Ah, Fuck. That’s it. Your throat was made for fucking, honey.”

You just squeeze your eyes shut as you’re having an internal battle in your head. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. But you can feel your panties soaking through. Stupid fucking hot professor with his stupid hot fucking glasses.

His pace starts to become a little sloppy. You can feel him starting to pulse in your mouth. You know he’s close. You start bobbing your head to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna make me cum down that little throat. You want that, honey? Wanna swallow your professor’s cum?”

You let out a moan and give his hips a squeeze to let him know that was more than okay.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before removing himself halfway as he releases his spend down your throat. You make sure to be good and swallow it all before releasing his cock with a ‘pop’. You look up at him as you wipe the sides of your mouth. “Was that okay, Professor?”

He grabs you under your arms so he can lift you up to stand with him. He immediately pulls you in for a heated kiss. Moaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. You go to move closer to him when you feel his erection press into your lower belly. You pull back with surprise. He shrugs and slaps your ass as he goes around the desk to sit in his chair. You turn to face him. He’s pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles and is stroking his cock. “Guess you’re not done earning that good grade yet.”

You look at him in disbelief. “But I did what you asked me to. I sucked you off.”

“Yeah, and that was great. But now I think you need to ride me. Really secure that A+.”

You’re struggling internally again. On the one hand your professor is taking major advantage and could probably get in serious trouble for this. On the other hand, he’s really fucking hot. You shrug your shoulders. Oh well, go big or go home.

You go around the desk and stand in front of him. “Good girl.” You shiver as he reaches under your skirt to remove your ruined panties. Once they fall to the floor, you step out of them. He quickly snatches them up and puts them in one of his desk drawers.

He reaches under your skirt again and grabs at your ass before making his way towards your pussy. You spread your legs apart. You whimper as his fingers make contact with your soaked cunt. “Fuck, honey. All this just from sucking me off?”

You let your head fall back as you nod. He plays with you for a few minutes, from circling your clit to inserting his first two fingers and scissoring them around to open you up for him.

Just when you start grinding down on his hand, he pulls it away. You snap your head up and look at him. He pats his thigh. “Have a seat, honey.”

You go to start straddling him when he pushes you away. “Nuh uh. Turn around.”

You do as you’re told, desperate to get his cock in you. He grabs your hips and moves you backwards until you're in between his spread thighs. You place your palms on his desk in front of you for some balance. He flips up your skirt and helps you lower yourself on his cock, stopping once he gets the tip in, allowing you to take over. “Take your time, honey. Nice and slow, that’s it.”

You let out a whine as you lower yourself down. He is stretching you so fucking good. It takes you a few minutes before you’re fully seated on him. You let out a deep breath as he smacks your ass. “Alright, get to riding, honey.”

You use your legs and your hands that are placed on his desk for leverage as you slowly start to move up and down. He feels incredible. He keeps his hands on your hips to make sure you don’t rise off his cock completely, helping you move. “God damn that’s a tight cunt. You’re so fucking wet for me. You’ve been wanting this haven’t you? Been wanting your professor to fuck you.”

The last sentence wasn’t a question but a statement. There was no denying it. You pick up the pace. “Oh, yes Professor Barber. Been wanting your cock for awhile now.”

He helps you bounce a little faster and smacks your ass. “Yeah? You’re just a little slut aren’t you?”

You shake your head. “Just for you, Professor. Only you.”

“God damn right only me.”

He allows you to continue your pace as he removes his left hand from your hip and moves it under your shirt to get a handful of your breast, making sure to pinch your nipple in the process. It makes you clamp down on him. “Fuck, honey. You like that?”

You’re only capable of a whimper at that point. He goes back and forth between your breasts, pinching here and grabbing there.

You start moving faster, starting to feel your orgasm building. He’s repeatedly hitting your g spot. You moan out. “Right, there Professor. Right there!”

“My little slut gonna cum all over her Professor’s dick?”

You nod. “Need a little help, please Professor.”

He pulls you down fully on his cock and takes his hand out of your shirt and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your back against his front. You place your hands on his thighs for balance and immediately start grinding your hips, needing friction.

He takes his right hand and moves it in between your legs. You part them a little so he can reach your clit. He rubs tight, rough circles against it. You’re not gonna last long now. You throw your head back against his shoulder and grind even faster on him. “Oh, god! Gonna…gonna cum!”

He speeds up his fingers. “Do it, cum all over my dick honey.”

You only last a few more seconds before you fall off the edge. Your vision goes white. Your release triggers his. You can hear him moan your name as he releases inside you.

Both of you continue to move to ride out your highs, eventually coming to a stop to catch your breaths. And then it’s silent.

He’s the first to break it.

He presses a kiss against the side of your head. “I love you.”

You giggle and move your hips a little, knowing he’s sensitive. This earns you a slight pinch on your thigh. “I love you too…Professor.”

He chuckles and helps you stand up, keeping his hands on your hips as he stands with you, knowing you’re a little unsteady on your feet. He carefully turns you around. You look up at him with a big smile on your face. He mirrors it and tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. “How was that?”

You bite your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around his waist. “It was perfect.”

He shakes his head as he leans down for a quick kiss. “I still can’t believe I let you talk me into doing it in my classroom.”

You shrug your shoulders. “It made the fantasy more believable.”

He rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “You and your fantasies.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy them. Besides, next time it’s your turn.”

He raises a brow at you. “Oh, yeah? I’ll have to get creative.”

Now you roll your eyes playfully at him. You turn around and tap his phone to check on the time. “Shit! It’s already 5:45. I told the babysitter I’d be back by 6.”

He juts out his bottom lip in a pout. “Just text her and tell her your husband isn’t done with you yet.”

You smack his shoulder. “Oh my god, Andrew I didn’t tell her the real reason I needed a babysitter! She thinks I just had an appointment.”

He smirks. “Well, you did. A dick appointment.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m married to a cheeseball like you.”

“Say what you want, but this cheeseball’s cum is currently running down your thigh.

You hated when he was right. Which reminded you. “Can I have my panties back?”

He shakes his head. “No way. You have to drive home like that. Wasn’t the babysitter curious as to why you were dressed like that?”

You look down at your provocative school girl outfit you bought especially for this. “I changed in the car. But I don’t have another pair of panties.”

He shrugs. “Sucks to be you.”

You scoff at him. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too, honey.”

You go around the desk and grab your bag off the floor. You walk back over to your husband as he’s buckling his belt into place. “Are you coming home right away?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Because of your little distraction, I didn’t get all the papers graded that I needed to. I’ll probably be home around 8.”

You nod and lean up on your tiptoes for a last kiss. “Okay, well be careful coming home.”

“Always, honey. Your professor is always careful.”

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[jamneuromain]

Brat Taming

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Pet Names (Angel, sweet angel), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Smut, Dom/Sub relationship, Dom! Andy Barber, pussy spanking, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), mentioning of facial hair, bondage, threats of edging/spanking, masturbation (both), cumplay-ish?, possessive Andy Barber, Age difference

Word count: 2k

Summary: You need to be put down.

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

“What are you going to do me, Sir?” You suppress your grin, raising your brow and challenging him, “you’re gonna punish me?”

Andy knows too well what you are doing.

Every once in a while, you become extremely hard to satisfy. You lose your temper easily, you defy him, and you poke him on everything that he can’t overlook or ignore.

You’ve discussed this.

If you use “Sir” during your conversation, that means you are up to some punishment.

Andy loosens his tie from his throat, slowly pulling the ring of fabric from his neck, wrapping it around his knuckles, his voice dangerously low, “careful what you say, Angel. You know I hate to gag you, but I’ll do it if I have to. Stop testing my patience before I paint your ass red, or worse.”

“Gag me with a ball? Or your cock?” You feign your surprise. You are not the best actress but who cares. You even flip your hair for good measure, “or what, Mister Barber, Sir? Spank me? That’s new.”

That drip of sarcasm has not missed his ears.

You make your stand clear.

You are not going to behave.

And you dare him to do worse than spanking you.

You pose the pillows on the couch as a fortress, holding one up in front of your body to defend yourself. To which, Andy scoffs. He reaches your side in two strides, hauling you up from the couch, carrying you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and swatting your ass.

Your arms flaring in the air for balance, yelling and kicking in protest, “Hey-Hey! Where are you taking me? Let me down!”

To be fair, you only wear a large hoodie and panties. Him carrying you up in this position will allow him to see you wear nearly nothing underneath, make it clear to him that you are anticipating this.

“Quiet!” He growls, slamming you on your shared bed, taking a cuff - tied to the bed with metal chains, a permanent ornament for your bedroom after he lashed out at you - to secure your ankle.

You are quiet, per his order. But you pout and squirm, brewing another temper tantrum inside of you.

Andy knows too well you need to be put down. To be disciplined.

A hand on your throat, shutting your brain down efficiently. The other rips your pantie down your ankle and strips the hoodie off you.

You instantly cover yourself on instinct, only to have him yanking one of your arms from your body. “You, Angel, are going to pay for that, since you are such a smartass.” Andy snickers, unwrapping the tie around his hand, tying one of your hands to the bedpost. “But first…”

He pries your thighs open, slapping harshly on your thighs.

His iron grip on your knees, pushing them up, revealing your glistening cunt. “So excited for me, huh? Already making a mess on your pussy.” Andy licks his lips, eyes full of hunger, “nothin’ smart coming out of your mouth now, Angel?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I thought you needed a break.” Even though you are naked, you jab at his age unabashedly, “y’know, wondering if you could still keep up.”

If your previous defiance hadn’t done it, this is it. This has done it.

The age difference.

Ouch.

Andy slaps your weeping pussy, hard, warning you he’s about to get serious.

Overwhelming pain mixed with pleasure shoots up from your core. Your pussy drips down his palm and wrist, bucking your hip to meet his hand.

You hate to admit it. But you want more.

And you probably shouldn’t have said that.

The age thing.

“Big mistake, Angel.” Andy purrs like a beast in the woods, his piercing blue eyes locked on to you, toying with his prey. “Big mistake.”

He dives in.

His beard tickles your pussy. His tongue finds your nub, lapping your clit. He drinks down every drop of your juice, moaning loudly as the vibrations are picked up by your sensitive flesh. You can’t help but cross your legs to relieve the itch between your thighs.

“Don’t fuckin’ move, Angel.” Andy bites down on your inner thigh, having you yelp, no doubt leaving a red circle of teeth mark, “be good for me, hmm?” He coos softly, nuzzling your mound when you are closer to the edge. His beard is soaked with your essence, wet and prickling as he rubs his beard on your inner thighs.

“Sir…” you whine. Your free hand threads his hair, pushing his head lower to eat you out as he just did.

“What did I say about moving, my sweet Angel?” He lands two firm slaps on your clit, and draws himself away from you.

You visibly gulp, “not moving?”

“Damn right.”

He spanks your messy cunt two more times for good measure.

His suit jacket disheveled, his shirt no longer crisp, his pupils blown wide.

Fuck. You want him to fuck you wearing this.

When he’s dressed to the nines and you are stripped naked

When you are exposed, vulnerable, and weak.

And he can do whatever he pleases.

“Tell me, why should I give you a good fuck when you are being an ungrateful little brat, hmm?” Andy unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the floor. Pulling a chair to the bedside, he sits down, unzipping his pants, stroking his hard shaft.

Your cunt throbbing, your breath heavy, “please, Sir, I’ll be good I promise.”

Fuck. Is he going to edge you again?

Now you regret the spanking comment.

“Aww, baby, you know it’s going to take a lot more to convince me.” Andy groans from the pleasure he brings to himself, his beard glistening with your juice. He could taste you from his own lips. The thought of him darting out his tongue to wet his lips makes your body burn.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I promise. Please, fuck me.” You let out a pathetic whimper. Your pussy is going to die. It is going to die of draught, and he asked you not to move. It desperately needs stimulation.

A dark grin on Andy’s lips, “since you want it so badly, why don’t you put on a little show for me, Angel? Finger your pussy, make yourself come.”

Was Andy ever this nice during your brat-taming sessions? Never.

Maybe he is in a good mood.

Whatever. He said you can come. Which is good news.

Your fingers find your dripping pussy, sliding two fingers inside, prodding your hole. Your palm adds some pressure to your clit, having you moan.

It’s not the same though. With Andy.

Andy’s fingers are thick as fuck. He could have two fingers in your pussy knuckle deep and you’d feel full already.

It’s a miracle how you take his dick entirely.

And speaking of Andy …

“You could have been a good girl, asking nicely. And I’d give it to you.” Andy breathes, pumping his shaft a little harder than he intended, “fuck, could’ve had this dick shoved in your tight hole, ruining you. But you have to be a brat, don’t ya’, Angel?”

You mewl, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, curling your fingers to massage your G-spot.

“No-No, Sir.” You whimper, “I’m sorry for being a brat.”

Lewd noises with every thrust of your fingers, reminding you that you are pleasuring yourself and him per his command.

“Are ya’, sweet Angel?” He smirks, “look at me.”

You haven’t realized that you have closed your eyes, until he said so.

Your eyes glassy with tears brimming, watching him moaning pornographically. Pleasuring himself, seeing you finger your pussy. Still fully clothed, nonetheless.

Your pussy spasms, cumming on your hand when you are too fucked to pull your fingers out.

His length, you wish it were you pumping him, your hands, or, hand, as you were tied up, coating him with your slick. Your mouth on him, suck him off so good that he fucks your mouth, stuffing your throat with his cock, the salty taste of cum on your tongue. You’d let him use every part of your body to please him. To prove to him you are good. You will behave.

Instead, his hand is holding it. Pumping his cock sloppy.

He must have known your mind, because he stops his hand around his dick.

“Did I say you could stop?” He slaps your puffy clit again, his words as cruel as his slaps, “the show isn’t finished yet.”

“Please, I’m sensitive.” Your body trembled under his spanks. Your hand covers your mound to put a halt to his abuse, “Please, Sir. I’ll be good. Please, just fuck me.” Your voice quivering. Fuck me. Use me. Do whatever you want to me. Don’t leave me high and dry without the touch of your hands and your cock inside me.

“Aww, Angel.” He mutters, “shoulda’ use this more when you’re misbehaving, huh? Already begging like a good little girl. Can’t live a day without my cock in your pussy. My perfect little cockslut. Fuckin’ perfect. MINE.”

“Yes. Yes. Please.”

You’d obey his every command, every order. Pleasing him.

Blush creeps up your face. You’d gladly be his cockslut. Be his. HIS.

Your fingers penetrating your sore hole, as per his request, but they are not thick enough, nor hard enough to rearrange your guts or punch the air out of your lungs. And your pussy is sensitive, gripping your fingers.

Slick. Warm. Tight.

Fuck, you want him.

“I’m gonna give you two options, sweet Angel,” Andy’s blue eyes meet yours, hissing when he brushes over the tip, when your fingers bury deep in your pussy - his pussy, for that matter, when you are fucking yourself just the way he wants, “either, you’re not getting my cock today, but be a good girl and let me finish on your pussy; or, you get thoroughly fucked like a slut, but you don’t get to cum for three days. What’s it gonna be, Angel?”

Even in your drunken state, you know three days without cumming would be even more torturous than not having his cock inside you today.

Plus, he’s a man of his words.

“I’ll be good. I’m a good girl, Sir. Please don’t edge me.” You rasp, arching your back as another wave of pleasure rolls over you.

Fuck.

“Cumming-” You breathe, “cumming again.”

Andy rises from his chair, kneeling between your legs, pumping his shaft a few times before he angles his cock right at the entrance of your spasming cunt.

“Shhh, careful, Angel. Don’t move.” He whispers.

Your cunt milks his tip, the feeling of your weeping pussy sucking him in is the last straw.

“Fuck.” Andy grunts, his veiny shaft shooting ropes of cum on your soaked pussy, painting it, tainting your body. Warm spurts of cum on your thighs, on your pussy, on your abdomen. Leaking down onto the sheets, mixed with your cream. Making a total mess.

It takes every ounce of your will power - surprisingly you still have any - to not buck your hip and take his cock.

You are fucking spent.

Fucking ruined too.

By one Professor Andrew Barber.

He gets rid of his clothes and lies down with you in bed. Relieves you of cuff and tie. Engulfs you with warm kisses and his arms. Holding you close.

“You’ve been so good for me, Angel. I’m so proud of you.” Andy peppers kisses on your forehead and your temple, whispering, “I’m not too harsh with the spanking and the degradation, right? Have I gone a bit too far?”

You snuggle into his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly drop to the normal pace, “No … kinda turns me on.” You admit shamefully as you bury your flaming cheeks in his chest. “And am I with the eye-roll and the hair-flipping? Too dramatic? Too bratty?”

“A bit.” He lifts your chin with his finger, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss, grinning to your lips when he hears your huff in frustration, before adding unhurriedly, “just the way I like it.”

“So … I need to be more bratty next time?” Your eyes light up, sparkling with mischief, clearly planning your next move, the next brat-taming session.

Andy chuckles at your restless thoughts, his arms gripping you tighter: “Do your worst, Angel.”

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

INFINITE SOLUTIONS

AU: Law!Professor!Andy Barber x Math!Professor!Reader

SUMMARY: MIT is famously known for its high level of education. What happens if it's not only filled with knowledge? What if it is also filled with confusion? Confusion of a new, hard-working Mathematics professor? A professor who might be falling in love with her fellow co-worker? What if that co-worker was in the Law faculty? What if that Law professor is Andrew "Andy" Barber?

WARNINGS: Swearing, smut (in some chapters), some mathematical terms( dw you don't have to know it :)), angst (watch out y'all.) (Each chapter will have its own individual warnings.)

Snippet (a teaser if you will)

CHAPTERS:

CHP 1

[imaginedreamwrite]

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Because of this slut of a man:

The lifesaver would be a really Smutty™️, preferably professor!au oneshot with either Chris/Steve/Andy, and reader. 🫣 You're the one writer I can trust with something like this without fail, everytime. 💞

Okay imma go now, thanks for reading all this bye 😩🥵

Thank you for having so much faith in me!! This isn’t super smutty, but there’s definite smut and spice and I hope you still like it!

With his sweater rolled up to his elbows and his thick rimmed glasses, you would think that Andy Barber would be nothing but the friendly professor that everyone seemed to like. On the surface, he was one of the best professors you could get in this course and you were really grateful for him.

On the surface, you should have been grateful for all of your academic and brilliant scholarly professors, however there were two specifically that had you caught unaware. There were two professors who had made every day interactions in the classroom seem far more intense than usual.

With professor Barber, he made the rudimentary subject of the historical significance of Shakespeare come to life.

Professor Rogers and his iron backbone had made your history classes and courses as exciting as you expect, however he was not a pushover.

Neither of them were, really.

But no one would have expected the favourite professors to be such ruthless men, especially when it came to your pleasure.

Hedonism, they were incredibly aware of what they were doing.

And with a single appearance of Professor Rogers in your English literature history class had been astutely wonderful for your class.

But ever torturous for you.

With Professor Barbers’ soft sweaters, and Professor Rogers’ button downs, both of which were rolled to their elbows, their glasses and messily styled hair, it was torture.

It was torture having them both in the classroom, and it was torture knowing that they were adding a level of fun to this entire situation.

“Life imitates art,” Professor Rogers had clicked the button on a remote, simultaneously creating an unfair buzzing that radiated from between your legs, and reminded you that you were being punished, “art is about emotive responses to the challenges life throws at you.”

“Are you going to be good? Are you going to be our good girl?” It wasn’t enough that they were your professors, they were also paying your college tuition and in exchange you were theirs.

It was more than a sexual relationship, it was emotional. They were completely and wholly yours, they had dedicated themselves to you as your benefactors and boyfriends.

“Are you willing to push yourself?” You clamped down on your tongue, stifling the moan as the vibrator shoved into your pussy had increased in volume, controlled not just by Steve but by Andy as well.

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to understand the complexities of life?” He smirked, piercing eyes fixated on you.

Another set of vibrations had started, soft clamps on your nipples had added another layer of pleasurable pressure that almost made you buckle and cave. While you were being surrounded by students, your body was pliantly and physically being toyed with even from a distance.

It was an amazement in itself that no one heard their toys, let alone could sense your lack of focus.

“I think that’s enough for today, Steve.” Andy stood and addressed the class, his hands resting on his hips as he scoured the crowd and then smiled nonchalantly. “Have a great weekend, remember to have your chosen study handed in by Monday. You had three weeks to complete it, don’t be late.”

You started to gather your things, desperately seeking an escape. You shoved your books into your backpack and stood, your thighs and legs shaking when you put pressure on them and you’d wondered if anyone would be able to notice your state of being.

“A moment, Y/N.” Steve raised his hand to stop you, lips pursing and his eyes dropping to the hem of your pleated skirt, and the expanse of your bare legs. “We need to have a discussion.”

Your attempt to tug your skirt down was fruitless. Your attempt to rub your thighs together was wasted as another vibration rocked you to your core. You carefully took the steps down to meet them, your hands shaking all the while knowing that of the two Steve was harder to please.

Though you were always their good girl, they liked to act like you were trouble.

“On the desk,” Steve tapped his knuckles against the hard surface, his head tilted to the side, “legs spread.”

Your skirt was flipped up, your back hit the smooth surface and your legs spread to reveal the evidence of their teasing. Your panties were soaked through, the toy still pulsing and buzzing while your hands fell behind you to grip the edge of the desk.

“What a good fucking girl,” Steve was pleased, his eyes were cathartically bright and vibrant with lust, “you listened to everything we had to say.”

“Steve please,” you whined, lifting your hips and arching your back for him, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Over sensitive, darling?” Andy crooned, walking around the back of the desk, his cologne drifting toward you with subtle notes of spice and warmth. “Look at those gorgeous nipples…”

Your shirt was lifted, your back arching against his hands as he cupped your breasts and gave the vibrating nipple clamps a little tug. You felt the scratch of Steve’s beard against your thighs, the gentle pluck of the vibrator from your cunt.

And then the warmth of his tongue hit your clit and you shrieked his name, jerking your hips against his face.

“Oh yes,” Andy grinned, “you’re going to earn a special treat for this, baby.”

“A five fucking star resort for the three of us. A couple of sugar daddies and our sweet little darling.”

[jesevans]

Any Andy is good but this mean professor is something special. 🥵 He’ll let you play the boss in the office, but watch out when the day is over. You’ll be the one following Andy’s rules.

Happy Wetnessday 💦

Let's play with your professor universe but put you in it.

You're the new chief of staff and so far you really like your new position but you can't help but notice that almost all professors are insanely handsome. At a staff party you get to know some of them better, which of the three flirts offer to get to know each other better in their office to you take follow there?

International relations professor Ari, who has been eye fucking you all night

Law professor Andy, who straight up told you he'd like to fill you and watch it drip from between your legs for the rest of the party

Criminal defense professor Lloyd, who told you he's not a one pump chump like the others here and would ruin you forever

So who do you follow? Or are you holding out for another professor?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Wetnessday Anon, my beloved naughty enabler! 💖😁 Hope November treats you well!

When you started this ask with let's play with professor I was instantly giddy 🤭 Let's play with him, let him play with us, yesss.

Picking Ari would be my usual way, especially with the recent fluffy Ari 2.0 look that Chris is showing. He's always a great choice, so flirty and seductive and irresistibly hot. You know that he'd get you all worked up just from the way he looks at you, how he says your name, how he licks the rim of his glass suggestively while holding your gaze.

Professor Lloyd would be a wild choice, but perhaps that's what you actually need? You're dealing with those stuffy professors on a daily basis, who have sticks so far up their asses and know clit only from a poster in biology class, but would sooner die than touch it. Lloyd is not one of them. He's incorrigible, playful and so crass, but damn it wets your panties.

But right in the middle of my period I'm horny for some strict, mean fucking and professor Andy gives me that vibe 🥵

He looks fluffy and charming, can act that easily, but when it comes to taking your body, he's a mean, merciless fucker. He told you he wants to bend you over his desk, fill you and watch it drip out of you.

Your brain ceased to function for a split of a second, no coherent words coming to the front to object.

When you finally opened your mouth, about to scold him for the inappropriate behavior, Andy put his finger to your lips.

"Save it," he reprimanded you, instead. "You may think it's best to play the part of a proper lady, but what you need is to be taken hard and filled like a cumhungry slut."

Your pussy clenched; heat flooded you.

You still managed to frown at him, but your eyes shone with pleading need. It blew your pupils wide, glazing your gaze as Andy pushed you down to your knees in the semi-darkness of his office.

He ordered you to open your mouth, not an ounce of soft coaxing in the way he gripped your jaw and tilted your head as he fed you his thick cock.

"Such a needy slut and yet so untrained." Andy hummed when you gagged.

"Don't worry," he cupped both sides of your head and held you in place, showing no mercy as you choked and your eyes teared up.

"I'll train you."

He promised the same later, when you were hanging off his massive desk, your body limp and twitching as he twisted his thumb into your tight asshole while your pussy leaked his cum.

With a growl of approval, Andy watched a thick dollop of white cum spill out as he smacked your ass. You moaned, your hole clenching tightly around his thumb.

"What a dirty girl," he mocked, twisting the digit in your rim.

"Stuffed full of cum and getting turned on from her tight ass being played with. You're making a mess in my office." Andy's low grunt resounded right next to your ear as he pinned you down with the weight of his body, his beard grazing your tear-streaked cheek.

"Leaking your juices and my seed onto the floor and my shoe. You're gonna be a good little cumslut and clean it all."

[steviebbboi]

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2021, Day 26: Zelophilia

Summary:  Nick doesn’t like you flirting with Professor Barber

Pairings:  Nick Gant X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, dub con, role play, jealousy kink, safe word, public sex, car sex, degradation, physical violence (2 men), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  818

Zelophilia is a condition in which a person becomes sexually aroused by feelings of jealousy.

Previous

Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

Your finger slides up Professor Barber’s arm, a quick look to the side at the table on the other end of the restaurant, you make contact with the man sitting at the booth only for a second before you’re looking back at the professor. He’s losing his battle with your flirting. Trying to keep things professional. “Maybe you should stop.”

“We’re not on campus, Professor. Seems silly to deny this.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend? You mentioned him in class the other day.”

“Had. Past tense. Just need something to help me get over him.”

Andy looks down at your lips, before back to your eyes. The struggle continuing of what he wants to do and what he should do. He should end this, but what’s the fun in that? Leaning forward, he barely grazes his lips on your own. “Professor…”

“Please call me Andy.”

“Andy,” leaning forward you slot your lips against his. Mewling when he pulls you closer to him. His tongue brushes against your lips, and you part them, allowing him access. Wrapping your hand around his neck, you hold tightly.

Nick stands gritting his teeth. Watching this whole moment play in front of him, walking slowly up to the two of you that stay entwined together. He jerks Andy’s shoulder, and when Andy looks up at him, he gives him a quick punch to the face, “Get your hands off her you perv.”

“What the fuck?”

“Nick! What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I’m doing? You’re the one acting like a fucking slut. Making out with your professor, after you stood me up. Let’s go,” you shake your head no, but he’s pulling at your arm. “Let’s go now.”

“Andy, I’m sorry,” you tell him as Nick pulls your body away.

“God, what the hell is your problem? First flirting with him, and then you’re making out with him at our restaurant. We had a date tonight that you said you couldn’t make it to. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry.”

“Get in the car,” you stand there, eyes trained on the pavement. “Get in the fucking car,” opening the door, he shoves you harshly in the back seat, before crawling on top of you. His hands knead your body, before roughly hiking up your dress, and pulls aside your panties.

“Nick, stop it.”

“No. You want to try and fuck Professor Barber? I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to you fucking slut,” pinning your wrists above your head his undoes his pants, wrapping his fist at the base of his veiny girth, Nick lines himself up and slams into your cunt. Your body quivers at the intrusion, and he allows you to adjust, only for a few seconds, before he ruts into you. “You want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

“The door,” your voice whines. It’s bad enough that he’s objectifying you like this, but to do it in the open.

“Don’t care,” the hand not holding your wrists, grabs your cheeks to look up at him, crashing his lips into you, and when you don’t return the kiss, he grips your face tighter, until you indulge in him. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you nearly become chaffed and raw with his jackhammer speed.

“Acting like a whore.”

“Whose slut, are you?” winding his hand down, he pinches your bundle of nerves, and for once you feel a fiery pleasure. “Tell me sweetheart, who’s dirty little slut, are you?”

“Yours, Nick. I’m your dirty little…ahh…” your eyes squeeze shut when you feel the rush of pleasure, but you know you need to finish. “I’m Nick’s dirty little slut.”

Continuing his fast pace, Nick stabs into you. Your walls clamp down around him, and his thick heat fills you up. Panting he lays his head on your chest. And the two of your heaving breaths rebound in the car. “How’d she do Andy?”

Andy opens the door to look at the two of you blissed out in the back of his Audi. “You did good honey. You like being Nicky’s little whore?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Alright, Nick, the Mrs. And I will call if we need you again, okay?”

Nick pulls himself out of you, smiling at the mess he made. “If there’s anything else on that list you need help with, just let me know. Andy was telling me you want to try some double penetration,” he gives you a quick wink before leaving.

Closing the door behind him, you’re still there sprawled out when Andy fully looks back at you, “Oh, honey, we might have been pretending to make my student jealous, but seeing him fuck you like an animal back here, made me jealous and horny. You’re not tired, are you?” you shake your head no. “What’s your word?”

“Flamingo.”

“Good girl.”

[writing-for-marvel]

For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in August. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

😈🔥💧💗 Mob!Bucky x Fairy (series) by @kinanabinks

🔥 Live Now (series) by @world-of-aus

💧💗🔥 Barnsey x Clover (series) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

💧💗 Positive Vicissitude (series) by @targaryenvampireslayer

💧💗🔥 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧💗 A Hopeful Tale by @justagirlinafandomworld

🔥💧💗 Ceramics Professor Bucky by @fandoms-writings

🔥💗 On Bended Knees by @slyyywriting

😈💧 Dark Desires by @jobean12-blog

💗 Sunshine in the Dark by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 CEO!Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Stay Quiet For Me by @inmyicyworld

💗 Morning Rain by @rain-lavender-rain

🔥 Spoiled and Stuffed by @sebstanwhore

🔥💗 On My Mind by @/targaryenvampireslayer

🔥 Skype Sex with Bucky by @boxofbonesfic

🔥 (Baby Cry For Me) When I Put My Lips On You by @cockslutpadalecki

😈🔥 Werewolf!Bucky by @buckylattes

Steve Rogers

💗 Hugging from behind by @worksby-d

💧💗 The Earpiece by @/crazyunsexycool

😈 Late Night Visitor by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

Joaquin Torres

💗 Neighbour!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Photographer!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

Ari Levinson

💧🔥 Playing With Fire by @flordeamatista

💗 The Meeting by @astheskycries

🔥 Big Daddy by @slothspaghettiwrites

🔥 Sunkissed by @brandycranby

Andy Barber

💧💗 Terms and Conditions AU (series) by @navybrat817

🔥 Good For You by @sunshinexsin

Lloyd Hansen

💧💗 Lloyd Hansen fluff by @venusstorm

🔥 Chain Game by @mrsurahara

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 Empty Spaces by @intrepidacious

💗 Sweet Surprise by @babyjakes

💗 In Perfect Colour by @/brandycranby

Mickey Henry

💗 Out of my League by @syntheticavenger

Joel Miller

💧💗 Joel Miller x Reader by @holacia3

💧💗 Nook of Love by @/jobean12-blog

[sapphirerogers]

I would like that

“You left.” “You told me.”|| A. Barber

Summary: You break off your relationship with your law professor, only to realize in the end, you could never really stay away from the man if you wanted too.

Warnings: angst, non-con/dub-con, smut, bicep choking, some forms of gaslighting, mean!Andy, creampie, dacryphilia, degradation (??), public sex (at school), unprotected sex (don’t do it), forbidden relationship, reader and Andy end up having a happy ending together.

No notes <3

***

You took school very seriously, from desperately and constantly trying to get straight A’s, to your performance in every class. Never once had you been distracted, well not once until you were in Professor Barbers class. The man was practically a god in form of human, neatly kept hair with a matching beard, his muscles popped from the suit jacket he showed to class in, he was glorious.

He had to have been the only reason you were not paying attention, because at the end of every class you had no idea what occurred, what he talked about that day and the main focal point of the lecture, 120 minutes wasted on ogling. At the end of each class more recently, you’d been going down, asking questions and embarrassingly one day, you admitted to not paying attention at all.

Andy knew, he saw the way your eyes shined as he spoke, velvety smooth voice taking it’s course around your brain, what he never admitted was how infatuated with you he was himself, he could barely teach when you gave him those eyes- the eyes you didn’t even know you were doing, staring at him through the whole two hours that he spoke.

The moment you confessed it was like he dropped everything. He didn’t even bother telling you he felt the same before he grabbed your body, heavy lips smushing against your own, that’s when the whole ordeal started. After every class Andy would help you understand, and to make up for not paying attention he’d fuck you on his desk until your legs were numb and trembling.

But it had to come to an end, finals were coming up and you couldn’t have sex with the beautifully carved man anymore, you’d also just recently found out that he had a wife, and a child. Andy had told you he divorced his wife and his kid was with his mother, you’d even found out his kids name was Jacob. The man straight up lied, to your face and had no shame.

So the moment you finished digging, you gathered your things in your backpack for class. Only today was different, instead of drooling heavily over the man, you would try to pay attention- try your damn hardest, but the moment you stepped foot in the empty classroom your brows pinched together in confusion.

“Really should start paying attention, sweet girl. There were emails from the Dean this morning explaining that classes are canceled.” a deep gravely voice met your ears, instinctively shivers ran down your spine as your book bag hung off of one shoulder. “Just wanted to see me didn’t you? Huh?” your head shook, this time it was his turn to be confused.

Carefully you turned to face him, he stood tall and full of authority, those azure eyes capturing yours.

Damn him.

“We can’t do this anymore Andy.” you hadn’t meant to blurt it out- but it needed to be said and now thankfully, it had been. Andy’s brows furrowed further, long strides as he stood over you with those thick, muscle corded arms crossed over his chest.

“What do you mean we can’t do this anymore? Baby yes we can it’s only a PD day we could do anyth-” your head shook, waving him off to stop talking. “We can’t do- this anymore Andy. I know about how you lied, you have a wife and son waiting at home for you every night, you blabbed bullshit right in my face.” it was immediate, those blue eyes darkened. How did you find out? He kept it so well hidden.

“Angel, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I would never lie to you precious girl. Fuck look at you, you’re too sweet,” his head shook, arms unfolding while large calloused hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing over the bone. “I could never lie to a little sweet angel like you.” his lips pouted- near mockingly. You didn’t buy it.

Your hands swatted at his while you stepped back, shaking your head and staring up to him.

“You’re lying again Andy! You’re a fucking liar! I can’t believe I trusted you- you- I could go report you to the Dean! Professor fucking a student!” now you were panicking, he knew too. If he got caught then you both were stuck in a tizzy. Easily he had many videos of your body just desperately needing him, even you pleading him.

Andy’s jaw tensed, hand grasping so tightly at your jaw you were worried that it would possibly shatter in his grip. “You listen here, I don’t know how the fuck you found out, but you go report me to the Dean and I will have you kicked out of this school. I have more videos of you begging me to fuck your pretty little throat and pussy than you do of me. You understand? You want this shit to be done, fine then. It’ll be finished. Get the hell out of my classroom, now.”

He practically shoved you out from his grip, like you were vermin and he couldn’t believe he just touched something so gross. Though there were gentle tears clouding your vision, you were the one who initiated all of this to come to an end. Carefully your head nodded, cheeks and jawline throbbing from his hold as you sauntered out of the classroom. Tomorrow would be something, if anything.

***

As morning rolled around the next day, unfortunately so did classes, though thankfully you only had one lecture then study hall for the rest of the day, it was the class you were now looking forwards to the least, as opposed to before where you were so eager to please and see the Professor who gave you the most mind reeling orgasms of your life.

You had dressed lazily, skirt and a hoodie, much less caring about your hair as you threw it up into a messy ponytail, shoving everything in your bag and heading to the hall. Delightedly today, when you arrived everyone was seated, yourself took a seat at the back, now wanting to be nowhere near the mountain of a man who taught you law.

It hadn’t been long before class started, Andy spotted you walking up the stairs and all the way into the back row, clearing his throat with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he began teaching about the rules of the court.

***

Longest, fucking, lecture. You couldn’t sit still, constantly squirming around, those two hours couldn’t have been any longer, but the moment he dismissed the class after centuries of sitting you were eagerly the first one to stand up, shoving everything carelessly in your bag and walking down the flight of stairs that led to the classroom door.

Andy cleared his throat. “Ms. L/N, I’d like for you to stay back for a moment. Your grades is something that needs to be discussed urgently.” resounding “ooh’s” caused your eyes to roll, Andy wished good day to all the students before he followed behind the last one, locking the door. He stood silent, stiff as a board for a moment before a deep heaving sigh left his mouth.

The man turned to face you, feet carrying his body over at an alarmingly fast pace. You were about to scurry away, but he grasped your body and tugged your back against his chest, arm wrapping around your throat while he practically caged you in a headlock.

“You left.” “You told me.” A low growl left Andy’s chest at your quipped response, arm tightening around your throat. You gasped and widened your eyes, hand wrapping around his forearm in an attempt to get him to let you go.

“Don’t do this angel, just accept it. Shh shh, there you go, atta girl.” when he felt your grasp loosen from his arm, a smirk curled on his skillful mouth. He only slightly loosened his hold, the pressure there was a warning, “don’t even think about it.” kind of warning.

“Now, I’m gonna take your pretty little skirt off, you are going to lean back and relax. You know better than that sweet girl, you can’t say no to me alright? I’m what you need to pass this class. You know you can’t do it on your own, without the Professors help you’ll never be able to.” his sweet, condescending tone was such a contrast to his words it had your mind spinning and you clinging to his arm.

“B-but m’a smart girl Andy-” the brown haired man tsked, shaking his head while hastily pushing your skirt down, panties following next. “It’s Professor Barber to you.”

He tilted your chin back and glared into your eyes, deep cerulean netting your own. The sound of a tinkering belt buckle caught your attention, brows furrowed as he shuffled from his pants and navy blue Calvin Klein boxers. Clothes were strewn messily across the floor, he didn’t care. Andy didn’t even bother to prep you, he could see the wetness shining from his desk light that filled the space you were standing.

Gently he grabbed ahold of himself, rubbing the weeping, needy tip through your folds. It was like a switch clicked in your brain, sulking back against the man as he pushed into you, his girth filling your cunt in a way that nothing else ever could. Andy drew in a sharp breath, pushing out a low breathy groan into your ear. His hips came flush with your ass, teeth nibbling at your ear.

“Feel that, baby? Look at me, I belong n’side of you. No other man will ever be as good enough for you,” Andy chuckled low and intense, hips snapping up with no warning. “Not like you’d ever be good enough for any man anyways, I mean look at you. Dependin’ on your Professor. Naughty, naughty girl.” the man was chastising you like a child, free hand holding your hip while he plowed himself into you.

“You see how dirty you are? How much a needy little slut you are? No other man would be able to keep up with you, no other man will love you. M’the one you need, angel.” his words had your eyes tearing up, ragged and uneven moans spilling from your mouth as you slouched back against his chest, all of his rigid muscle against your back.

“I’ll show you, show you who you will stay with for the rest of your life, fuck.” he could feel the way your pussy held him in a tight grip, his thrusts becoming more erratic and messy. When Andy felt something warm and wet on his forearm he looked at your face, laughing obnoxiously seeing fat tears rolling down your cute face, mascara now all smudged and messy.

“Oh poor thing, you cryin’ for me baby? Cryin’ for your Professor cause he’s so mean? You little fuckin’ baby, can’t even handle the truth huh?” his Boston accent becoming more prominent, he grinned as whimpers and indigent moans escaped your puffy lips. He was cruel, a cruel cruel man in a gods body.

“Come for me baby, all over my cock. Feel how much of a dirty slut you are.” slowly he gyrated his hips against you, pelvis perfectly flushed with your heated skin as he brought another hand around and flicked at your clit. That was your tipping point. A high whine fell from your mouth, slumped against Andy’s chest completely, he smirked, a devilish smirk.

Not even a moment later had he felt himself twitch inside of you, eyes flicking down to where the two of you conjoined and seconds ensuing where he spilled into your warmth, he gave a handful of thrusts before pulling out, watching as the creamy mess slid down your thighs. Andy’s arm around your throat ceased, but he did take you back by the jaw.

“You ever try to end this again, and I’ll have you over my knee in front of the whole class.”

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[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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[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendations '23: January

Welcome back to monthly to semi weekly fanfiction and more list recommendations. It used to be VelvetCardiganBucky’s list, but I changed my name. New Year, going through residential treatment soon, new me, new name. A lot of new here at this blog. I follow my username in hashtag form, so tag me in your fics, challenges, to be added in future list. Do not be afraid to message me I will answer back as soon as I possibly can! — Katy K.

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My Masterlist

One-Shots:

Start A War by @angrythingstarlight >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mob!Steve Rogers - Summary/Request: Another take on what could have been if the reader had decided to stay with Steve, not Bucky, in Pretty Little Liars story. | I always love reading anything written by angrythingstarlight, whether it's on here or it's on AO3. I have yet to read Pretty Little Liars, but this snippet has made me add it to my to-read list.

Looks Better On You by @navybrat817 >> Lumberjack! Stever Rogers x Reader - Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts. | You got yourself the perfect amount of alluded smut, and you got yourself the lovey-dovey stuff. It's perfect, just perfect.

Could've Just Asked, Baby by @wndalovebot >> CEO Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: All you wanted was, was some time with your CEO mate Bucky, but he seemed to busy for you lately. Well maybe calling attention to yourself was the best thing you ever did. | Did the room suddenly get 10 degrees hotter?

Still into You by @loverwebs >> Peter Parker x Scarlet Witch!Reader - Summary: You and Peter didn’t end things on the best terms and wind up seeing each other again at an Avengers party. | This is what I can picture as a realistic relationship with a fight between a super couple. The ending is *chefs kiss.*

Series:

The Happy Couple: Chapter 6 by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au) | The story just really picked up, but you can't really ever go wrong with reading one of Roo's stories. They are just so good.

AO3:

In The Mood by SkylarJames22//@skylarjameswrites >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Shelby!Reader - Mob Boss doesn't take too kindly to the beautiful Skylar trying to take over his territory in America. He comes to her to make a deal and get her to back off, but a Peaky Blinder never backs down from a fight. | HOT! HOT! HOT!

And They Were Roommates by staygold483 >> Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x OFC - Summary: Luka has just finished her college degree and moved back to her hometown to live with her boyfriend. She runs into some of her old high school classmates, who support her when she really needs them. One of those people, is her high school crush, Bucky Barnes. | I read this story after it was completed and loved it, the ending is okay, but the story it's self is what holds it for me.

One-Shots:

Sweet Nothings by @secretswiftymarvelfan >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: When the world is out there pushing and shoving, all you’ve ever wanted was sweet nothings. | I'm pretty sure I have to go make a dentist appointment with Robert Evans, that's how sweet this is, and I love it.

Jealousy's My Best Friend by @cockslutpadalecki >> Professor!Andy Barber x Student!Reader - Summary: You can’t help but be a little jealous when Andy pays another student some attention. | Oh, don't act like you wouldn't be jealous if someone gave Andy extra attention. I know I would be.

Trust by @worksby-d >> Chris Evans x fem!Reader - Summary: Your second first time together. | (Read Warining, then proceed if interested.) I found this one-shot to be adorable, as well as sweet in how caring Chris was. I would definitely come back to read again on my sad days.

Housewife Duties by @lilacevans >> Ari Levinson x (non-descriptive) Female!Reader - After Ari's been gone on a long grueling work trip, you want to do whatever you can to make him feel comfortable. | I need to start my Thursday mornings, or any morning in general, honestly, reading stuff like this. It would put me in a better mood.

One-Shots:

Closer to Me by @kiki0005 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: After you get pregnant with Tommy's child, he is adamant that you move in with him. | If I'm honest, I would let Tommy Shelby tell me what to do any day. So this one-shot of him was up my alley because he's asking and telling. Definitely worth the read.

*I'm Yours by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. John Shelby - Summary: Your body is for Tommy and Tommy alone. | I'm a fan of possessive Tommy Shelby, and I didn't know it till I read this, or I just forgot. So good.

Dada Tommy by @quinnsbower >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is left to watch over his 6-month-old while his wife eats with his sister. What could possibly happen? | This was so adorable, funny, and just plain loving. I love Dad!Tommy, especially to baby girls. Makes my heart go pitter-patter.

The Clap by SunsetBeachesandWriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Jealousy never looked so good on someone like Tommy Shelby, especially when all he wants is you back. | If a man ever did this to me, I would slap them. If Tommy Shelby ever did this to me, I would swoon.

Promotion by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Y/N is Harry's daughter and works in the Garrison until Tommy decides to "fire" her. | This is both a mix of hot and sweet. I could picture season one or two of Tommy doing this with a massive smile on my face.

Love Is Sweeter Than Vengeance by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Burglars break into the mansion in search of the safe and stumble upon the lady of the house. | This was so suspenseful as well as hot. Just how I like my Tommy Shelby.

You're Everywhere, Love by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Everyone has Tommy feeling overwhelmed. He walks out in the middle of a family meeting and goes to the one place he knows he'll find some peace. | I'm definitely not crying, and I'm definitely not going to suggest you have a box of tissues on standby when you read this.

Series:

The Boy in the Window by @notyour-valentine>> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy; after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realizes that he is in fact very real and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. | While I'm only five chapters into this story, it's quickly becoming one of my favorites that I've read. We get to see more of Charlie and more of Tommy's sensitive and protective side.

AO3:

*Tommy's Red Right Hand by HisRedRightHand >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: As if being left in charge of the two youngest Shelby siblings wasn't enough, Tommy decides to ask a redhead as ornery as he is and her six-year-old sister to take up residence at 6 Watery Lane. | At 115 chapters so far, I took my time to cherish this story because that is how much I thoroughly enjoy reading this. I highly recommend that you head the warnings that come in the tags in the summary that come with this before you dive in. The author does a fantastic job warning you about each chapter as well.

One-Shots:

A Flower Petal by @jelsasnowflakes1 >> Geralt x Fem!Reader - Summary: When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen, geralt comes in and "comforts you" when he sees you crying. | It's fluffy and smutty, but it's the ending for me in the end.

Sleepless by @sgt-seabass >> MobBoss! PrimeAlpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader- Summary: Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul. | Nick knows what he wants. This is sweet because he knows he will have to make an effort to change how he acts around her.

Series:

Happatance Pt. 6 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Henry Cavill x OFC - Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn't know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. | I was privileged to beta-read this chapter for Wren and am honored. This is a spicy one y'all so sit back and enjoy some Henry and Lizzy!

AO3:

*A Twist In Time by Comet96 >> Tommy Shelby x Lupin!OFC - Summary: Romy Lupin was a walking cliche. She has her father's metamorphmagus abilities and also seems to be a seer. During her last year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle is brought from his teenage years at Hogwarts into the year 2047, and soon after, Romy finds herself being sent back into time. Back to 1926, when Merope Gaunt was still pregnant. It's Romy's job to protect Tom Riddle Jr. from being taken into the wrong hands. It was all going to plan until Merope knocked the time turner, and they ended up in 1916, in the middle of the first world war and with no way to get back to 1926. There she meets the Shelbys and somehow manages to find her feet in dingy Small Heath with the help of Harry Fenton, Squib, and a distant family member. | At 43 chapters and hasn't been updated since the middle of September, this story is Harry Potter, pre-Fantastic Beast meets Peaky Blinders, and I'm living for it. It has everything magical-wise you could ask for and Shelby-wise as well. I just wish it would be updated, but dreamers can dream.

Legacy by cl410 or @i-like-plan-m >> Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes - Summary: Darcy Lewis meets the Hales from Teen Wolf. (My poor summary.) | I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, and I love this What If twist that the author has done with Darcy. The whole series is good, and I recommend everyone give it a read if you are a fan of Darcy Lewis or MCU and Teen Wolf.

Blue by galaxiejoon >> Louis Tomlinson & OFC >> Summary: Elle is a seven-year-old girl who meets Louis and asks him to describe the color blue to her. | This is adorable and made me tear up the first time I read it in years. I still tear up every time I read it.

@peakyscillian - Looking for a masterlist to binge or just a variety of Tommy and Cillian? I would check out Laura's page and her writing.

@teds-mustache-wrangler - Are your Henry Cavill needs not getting met? Do you feel like perhaps you need to read about Henry Cavill, but haven't yet? Well go on down to Wren's blog, she has all your Henry Cavill needs met.

@gypsy-girl-08 - If you are a fan of Cillian Murphy or Peaky Blinders, then I would check this writer out. They have many Thomas Shelby series to choose from as well as Cillian Murphy

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 8 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari had finally finished his last class of the day, he dismissed the class, packing away his stuff when Andy entered the room.

"You ready buddy, Y/N is excited to have you over," Andy said, patting Ari's back. 

"Give me a few minutes," Ari said, putting his laptop and papers away. "Ok I'm ready, so excited to meet Y/N Andy." he said smiling at Andy who was so excited to show off his wife. They left, Ari driving behind Andy, following, Andy quickly shooting his wife a text at the traffic lights that they have left. 

It took them 35 minutes to drive to Andy's apartment, which took longer than usual because of the traffic. Andy parked his car, stepping out and grabbing his bag, Ari parked behind him grabbing a gift for Y/N. 

He followed Andy into the apartment complex, going into the lift and going to the 12th floor. They arrived at the apartment, Andy opening it and stepping inside. He smiled, installing the aromas of spices she was cooking. 

"Honeybun, we are home," Andy said, walking towards the lounge. They waited a few seconds, then Y/N walked in wearing maroon jeans, white friends t-shirt covered by an apron and wearing fluffy brown and black slippers. 

"Jaan," she said, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Andy wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as Andy leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss. He parted his lips, turning to face Ari and introduce him,

"Honey, this is Ari. Ari this is my beautiful wife Y/N," y/n moved out of his arms, walking over to give him a hug. She is a hugger and likes to greet people with a hug.

"Nice to meet you Ari, trust my jaan is making you welcome in India," she said, seeing Ari smile and nod his head.

"Mrs. Barber, this is for you," Ari said, landing the box of chocolates to her. 

"Thank you Ari, you can call me Y/N. There was no need for the gift, but thank you once again," Y/N said, looking at Ari with a smile. "Food will be ready in five minutes, please wash your hands," y/n moved back to the kitchen while Andy showed Ari where the bathroom was. 

 They sat down to eat, Y/N plating both men the food, before sitting down to eat herself. One hand was linked with Andy's while they talked. 

"So Ari, how are you finding Mumbai," she asked in-between mouthfuls.

"It is taking me a while to adapt but I am loving the weather," Ari said taking some poppadoms and chutney and putting it in his mouth.

"Honey he has tried vada pau and now loves them," Andy said, making Ari blush thinking of the time he ate done with Maddy at the food stand. They talked, when Andy changed the subject asking about Maddy. "So tell us about Maddy, did you ask her out," Andy said, grabbing himself some more khadi. 

"I did ask her out, she said yes and we are planning a date at my place this Saturday. I am going to make tacos, nachos, some Margarita drinks and we will watch a movie together," Ari said, feeling nervous about the date. 

"That's great man," Andy said watching Y/N take her plate to the sink and start making some chai. Both the men helped clean up the table, putting the food away and washing the dishes. Y/N came back 15 minutes later with some chai and biscuits, and they all moved to the sitting room to talk more and enjoy the chai. 

"What is Maddy like," Y/N asked looking at Ari who smiled,

"She is lovely, very friendly to talk to and I just love her energy," Ari said blushing just thinking of her. "Sometimes we text each other silly memes and other times we send each other songs we like," Ari said, biting his bottom lip. They talked for a while, Y/N excusing herself and going upstairs to answer a call while Andy and Ari played a video game together. Ari left at 10pm, with Y/N sending him food in takeaway containers so he can eat them tomorrow. 

Saturday morning, Ari was panicking, he chose to make more food than he can make. He texted Andy and in half an hour both Andy and Y/N arrived to help him out with the cooking. 

Y/N and Ari worked in the kitchen, while Andy made the margarita drink, as well as cleaning the lounge and heading out to get some flowers and candles. Few hours later, the  taco mixture was made, all the ingredients for the nachos prepared and the lounge decorated with flowers, candles and fairy lights. Andy and Y/N left, hugging Ari and wishing him luck. 

Ari goes to have a quick shower and puts on the denim shirt and jeans. He sprays some cologne - Midnight Musk & Amber Cologne looking at the clock to see that the date will start in 1 hour. 

Ari was nervous and wished the time could speed up so the date could start. One hour later, the doorbell rang; Ari stood up, took a deep breath, opening the door to see Maddy standing outside in black denim jeans and a sparkly green top. 

"Hi, Ari," she said, handing him some sweets and a bottle of wine. Ari smiled, taking the gifts and putting them on the table before hugging Maddy and kissing her cheeks.

"Hi, Maddy, come inside," he said, taking her to the lounge and pouring her some wine. 

"Ari, you smell heavenly," she said, sitting next to him on the sofa. 

"Thank you, Maddy, you smell delightful as ever," he says, enjoying her scent. They talked for a little while; he couldn't help staring at her lips. The way he watched her smile, laugh and talk got his body feeling all types of things. 

He was itching to kiss her, he wanted to pause the moment, grab her head in his hands and passionately kiss her lips making her melt into his arms. 

"I have made tacos, nachos and Margarita drinks for dinner; I confess I had help making this. Andy's wife helped me; I hope you like it," Ari said, looking at Maddy's emerald dangling earrings.  Biting his lip, he needed to remind himself to behave and see how the first date went. 

They ate dinner at the table, Ari pouring her some more wine and talking about movies most of the time. He couldn't stop looking at her hair; it was long and black, French braided to the side. It got his dick twitching thinking of him tugging on it while pounding her. 

Dinner was finished, they both cleared up and went to the lounge to switch on the movie and get comfortable. Ari took a blanket and handed it to Maddy, who slipped her shoes off and sat under the covers. Ari went to the kitchen to grab some more wine, opened a bag of popcorn and put it in a bowl with some chocolate and brought it out. 

"What movie shall we watch," he said, putting down the bowl of popcorn, pouring some wine in Maddy's glass as he sat next to her, covering the blanket around his legs. 

"Let's watch a marvel movie, maybe the first cap movie," she said, taking a sip of her wine and eating some popcorn. 

"First Captain America movie sounds good," Ari said, opening up Hotstar and playing the movie. They both watched in silence, Maddy sneaking glances at Ari who looked hot in denim. 

Half way through the movie, Ari paused the movie, turning to look at Maddy. 

"Hi," he said, looking at her face glow with the light. 

"Hey," she said, feeling her face heat up from the way Ari looked at her. 

"Can I kiss you?" Ari asked and Maddy nodded her head. Heat rose from Maddy's stomach to her chest. Ari's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him was hypnotic beyond belief.

Her whole body tingled, his arms wrapped around her. Ari pulled her in, claiming her mouth, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Maddy became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his denim shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat. 

It was as if time had stopped, both of them sitting on the sofa glued to one another. As if no one existed but just them together kissing. Ari pulled away, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her once more, they cuddled as Ari continued the movie. 

It was 11pm when the movie was over, Maddy started to yawn, stretching her arms out. Ari knew it was time for her to go home, he felt a little sad but tonight wasn't the night to ask her to stay over. 

"It's quite late," Ari asked, "Do you want to stay over?" seeing her yawn once again. 

She squirmed and looked away, biting her lip. Ari understood what that meant. He was endearing to see that she was a little shy around him, even now that they had kissed. "I-I mean, I'll give you my bed and I'll take the couch…no pressure." 

"No!" She said a bit too quickly, eyes as wide as saucers I'll. "I-I can't put you out of your own room," she said, getting up and picking up her purse. "I mean, basically what I wanted to say is," Ari blew out a breath at this awkward conversation, "I mean, there will be no funny business," he gulped and cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks heat up under his beard. 

"No no, but I don't mean to cause you any discomfort," she said. 

"But it's late, let me drop you home at least," he pleaded. 

"Fine," she sighed. 

Ari fetched his car keys and rode the lift down along with Maddy. He drove her to her place and parked his car on the road, idling the engine. Maddy didn't make a move to leave the car immediately. She tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her plait behind her ear and gave Ari a shy smile. "I had a great time tonight, Ari, thanks for everything," she whispered quietly. 

"You're welcome. The pleasure is all mine," he returned her smile, with his palms resting on the steering wheel.

She bit her lip and waited for a moment. Ari guessed that she was looking for a goodbye gesture and was hesitating. He waited, trying not to make her uncomfortable, yet curious at what she would do. 

She patted his hand awkwardly, murmured "goodnight" and tried to open the car door. Her body was yanked back into the seat as she had forgotten to take off her seat belt. Ari bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "S-sorry," she teetered, feeling extremely shy. "Hey, no need to apologize. Here let me help you," he said as he leaned over the console to help her untangle the belt.

He closed his eyes for a moment when he got close to her neck and got a whiff of her perfume. He also saw goosebumps breaking out on her skin at his proximity, her breath getting rougher. "There, all done," he whispered slowly. 

"Th-Thanks," she whispered back. She hesitated for one more moment before quickly leaning forward and planting a swift kiss on his cheek. It landed on his beard instead, but it left Ari stunned nevertheless. Before he could reel from it, she had squirmed out of her seat and left the car. 

Ari moved on a reflex and followed her. She walked a few steps and then turned around and collided into Ar's chest. "Hey! What happened?" He was still not sure what was going on. 

"D-dogs! There are dogs in the street! Help!" 

"Ohhh are you scared of stray dogs?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, hugging him tight. 

"Aww don't worry; I'll walk you to your building's gate. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, please," she squeaked and trembled, making Ari go heart eyes for how cute she was. 

Ari hugged her back, patted her shoulder and then broke free to hold her hand. He walked with her as promised, and when they reached her gate, she looked down at their joined hands and whispered a quiet "thank you."

"Sundar," Ari lifted her chin and smiled at her, "I know you were trying to kiss me goodnight earlier. In the car." 

"Yes," she squirmed and blushed again. 

"Well, you're gonna have to kiss me properly then," he said as he dropped his lips down to kiss her. 

[jamneuromain]

All That's Inspiring

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Pet Names (Angel, good girl), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Smut, Dom/Sub relationship, Dom!Andy Barber, light spanking, edging, TOYS, vibrator, Overstimulation, Aftercare, just a little bit dacryphilia, Age difference

Word count: 2k

Summary: What would Andy do if he finds out that you break your promise with him.

A/N: I mean, I wanted to write the end as Andy continues punishing her after she finished this first session but… ;_; I’m so craving some warm and comforting aftercare

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

This is a terrible, terrible idea.

Yeah, this is also an excellent inspiration that you have to get out of your head before it slips away.

It’s still a terrible idea.

The rational part of your brain is having a debate with itself. Arguing which is best. Leave your spur-of-the-moment inspiration around and risk losing it. Or, you get your iPad-the sole tool for your writing because you don’t trust the internet and you hate typing on your phone - out of Andy’s study, and write it down as quickly as you could.

It’s such a good inspiration for a story!!!

Your sensible part of the brain, however, is instructing your body to get close to his study, when Andy is cooking in the kitchen downstairs.

Your rational part of the brain can’t help but remind you why your iPad is in his study in the first place.

Andy, your boyfriend slash professor, had you moved in with him months ago. You have started a wonderful relationship (with a lot of sex). And you get used to asking him for help. Namely, when you have poor control over yourself. Such as, you have a 2000-word essay that’s due in two days, and you haven’t written a single thing. To keep all distractions away, you’ve asked him to keep your iPad away from you.

You, here, right now, sneaking to his study to take back your iPad is a perfect demonstration of your poor self-control.

But it’s his big mistake to tell you where he put it! Plus, he’s cooking lunch! That gives you more than enough time to type the inspiration down and put it back and return to your room to write the essay! The sensible part of your brain screams. Just write the damn thing and back to your room before he notices anything!

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

A little smirk jumps to your lips when you find your iPad lying there on his desk.

Looks like Lady Luck is favoring you today.

You sit on his large chair and grab your precious iPad in one fluid motion, typing your amazing inspiration down frantically when you hear an amused voice.

“What the hell y’ think you’re doin’?”

You freeze.

No.

It can’t be.

He should be downstairs cooking.

And there goes your luck.

“Wait, Andy, I can explain-” You raise your head from your iPad slowly, catching a glimpse of the corner of the “inspiration” document, which now has spun into the start of the story, showing you that you have typed down more than 700 words.

Oh shit.

You are not going to explain yourself out of this.

Andy crosses his arm. You don’t have to read his expression to know his whole face is written over the words “don’t bullshit me”.

Damn, he looks good in his old polo shirt, with the sleeves rolled up.

……and giving you more inspiration for a smutty chapter.

Sometimes, you hope you can shut your mind down.

He interrupts your plea, shaking his head, “uh-uh. You asked me to keep it away when you are writing your essay. I did. We even negotiated so that you can have it back in the evening for an hour of leisure writing.” He runs a hand across his beard, “This isn’t looking good for ya, Angel. And you know how much I hate it when you break the rules.”

Oh no.

OH NO!

Punishments!

You hate his punishments.

It’s no fun when spanking and edging are delivered so that you could learn a lesson.

“Andy please, you know how tricky inspiration can be.” You try to whine yourself out of this, “I have to write it down before it slips away.”

With an adorable little pout.

“Pleeeeaaaaaase? I’m sorry. I promise I’ll give up my evening writing time and get back to my essay now.” Because you (almost) finished typing it and you will definitely remember the general idea when you get back to it.

He rolls his sleeves up even more. Andy is not fooled, never fooled by your tactics.

“I was gonna spank you for being a brat and stealing your iPad away.” He states calmly, earning a pitiful whimper from you. He reaches his desk in a few large strides, hauling you up from his chair, and pulls a drawer out.

Which reveals itself full of toys, cuffs, and restraints.

You are definitely stealing some of them away next time so that he could never ever use them on you again.

Just thinking.

“On second thought, you have to sit down to finish your essay and you can’t do that with your ass red.”

Andy quickly finds what he was looking for, a vibrating egg. Now he is smirking.

“So, I’m gonna help you finish your essay on a reward basis.”

This doesn’t sound good.

At all.

“2000 words, let’s see… hmmm, here’s what we’re gonna do.” He gestures for you to lift the hem of your-his shirt.

Even worse when you have stolen his shirts as your own so you don’t have to wear pants around the house.

Andy straps the Velcro around your left thigh, pushes your panties to the side, and shoves the little egg in your channels.

Your body clenches down in response.

“You have a lunch break to get used to it. I made mac & cheese.” He says with a shit-eating grin, “then you’re going to get back to our room to write your essay. 2000 words, right? Every time you finish 500 words, you get an orgasm.” He pecks your lips, his beard burning your chin, “Careful, Angel, don’t even try to stall it. Let’s just say you will be very motivated to write.”

A loud smack lands on your ass, having you jump.

“That’s for going behind my back.” He peppers sweet kisses to your forehead, “Let’s eat, shall we?”

You knew it would be a punishment.

You never thought Andy would edge you to encourage you to write your essay.

The egg inside you vibrates at the lowest setting, while he sits by the bed, grading papers.

It took you two fucking hours to write the first 500 words.

And he edged you for two hours.

You are on the edge of desperation when you click “save” for your five hundred words. You don’t even bother to finish the sentence, before you half cry out. “Please, Andy.” You can barely stand up, your hand gripping the arm set, your legs intertwined together, your bones itching for release. You are forbidden to touch yourself, as he threatens with spreader bars to add to your “motivation”. At lease you can cross your legs to ease the tension between your thighs without the spreader bar.

“Andy, please.” You plop down in the soft bed on your stomach, lifting your hips up to avoid more pressure on your G-spot.

You reach his thigh, grasping the thin material of his boxers, burying your head beneath your arms as another wave of stimulation runs through your veins. “Please please please please…” You breathe, clenching down the soft beddings when the tiniest of motion on your skin senses as if a huge shock to your nerves, tears rolling down your cheek.

Andy raises your chin with his fingers, a small smirk on his lips. Seeing you cry gives him the utmost satisfaction even if the stimulation did not come from him directly.

“Please, Andy,” you moan, “please -”

Andy leans forward, pulling your body towards his, slowly stroking your tear-stained cheek, allowing you to sit on his lap.

Your legs trembling. Shaking. Your core drenched. Pulsing. You dare not sit.

Sitting means pushing the toy deeper. The torture stronger.

You shiver as his thumb glide over your goose-bump covered skin, as he has yet to make a move to remove the toy inside you.

“Let me cum, Andy,” you whimper, “Andy, please.”

“Alright.” He says in the lazy tone, turning the vibration up a notch in the next second.

Your legs start twitching uncontrollably. Tears prickle your eyes, gushing down like a stream. The burning need to release clouds your mind like a haze, driving away the last bit of thought from your head. You clench his shirt, his arm. Him holding you in place, palms wandering down your spine and your waist, holding you right next to him.

Andy kissing the top of your head, keeping you close to his body, “Shhh. Cum, Angel, make me proud.”

As if on cue, a sharp cry rips your throat. Your pussy leaking. Small dribbles of your cum slides down the silicone toy down to your thighs. You’re crying again, when he presses your head to his chest, telling you what a good girl you are, telling you are so good at obeying orders, telling you to breathe.

Throbbing. Stinging. Numbing. The cluster of nerves down your clit calming. The vibration stops somewhere in the middle. The toy out of your body.

You sigh for relief.

“… making me so proud. My sweet little angel. Taking the punishment so well, hmm?” Andy wipes the tears off your cheek, kissing your brows gently.

You sniffle, wiping the remaining tear-stain on his shirt, and lying on his chest as your pumping heart slows its beat.

“Now, Angel, what do we say when I punish you?” He caresses your cheek, cleaning your sweaty body with a cloth he prepared by the bed, looking into your eyes, which are still hazy and clouded with pleasure.

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

“And?”

“I’m sorry for breaking our promise and writing my inspiration on the iPad when I should be writing for my essay.”

“Good girl.”

Andy draws smooth circles on your shoulder and your back, waiting until you stop sniffling.

“Want me to run a bath, Angel? A small nap?”

You nod to the nap. Andy gets up to set an alarm for thirty minutes, and closes the blinds, dimming the light in the room.

He changes the stained sheet into a new and softer one, fluffing the pillow before closing the door behind him.

You claw onto him the minute he’s back in bed, easing the discomfort between your thighs by putting your leg above his.

He pats your back like you are some children asking for the company of their parents because they are scared of monsters under the bed, in this case, the monster lies in bed with you.

The big bad monster that bosses you around and tells you what to do and what not.

Your Andy.

Who knows you through and through. Knowing that you will behave for a while, at least before finishing this essay. Knowing you want physical closeness after a tense session. Knowing you desire skin to skin contact.

Knowing you will fall asleep quickly and be pouty when woken up by the alarm minutes later.

Knowing the punishment just might give you more inspiration about your next story.

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Heya lovelies,

Tis’ I 😌😌

I have an idea I wanna pursue, but I’m not sure if it’s good enough.

Law!Professor!Andy Barber x Math!Professor!Reader

Lemme know what y’all think?? 🤭🤭🤭

(and yes it’s a related to my major lmao. I don’t see much STEM represented readers in fanfics, specially with this trope. It’s a funny idea, lemme know!!)

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

she's a good girl

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: Your subtle efforts to seduce your professor haven’t gone unnoticed. 

Warnings: petnames (sweetheart, honey), sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (reader is early 20s), smut; oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: Professor!Andy has been on my mind for a while now that I just had to write for him! I hope I’ve shown two sides to him in this, the dominating ‘I know what I want and I’m going to have it’ side and the sweet ‘let me take care of you’ side. (word count: 2.3k)

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly on the door. A gruff “come in” sounding from the otherside after what felt like an eternity. Your nerves were on fire and you could hear your heartbeat thundering. Taking a deep breath, you plaster an innocent smile on your face as you enter the room. 

“Hi Professor, you wanted to see me?” you smile, closing the door behind you. 

Andy Barber was a prominent force both physically and mentally. He was smart, successful, witty and held a subtle humour that you found endearing. He was one of the most attractive men you had ever met. He also happened to be your Law Professor.

He regards you from his seat behind his desk for a moment. His eyes trailing down your body before making their way back up. It takes everything in your power not to squirm under his dark gaze. He gestures to the empty seat in front of you and you take a seat, biting back a smirk at the way his gaze narrows in on your bare thigh as your skirt rides up.

“Want to tell me what’s been going on recently?”

“I don’t understand, sir,” you feign innocence.

“Why don’t I enlighten you then, huh?” he speaks slowly, pushing away from his desk to stand up.

“You’re a bright student, one of my best this semester,” he stalks around his desk, slowly making his way towards the door. You keep your eyes ahead of you, trying to keep your breathing under control as the timbre of his voice seeps its way under your skin.

“Yet your last two papers have been lacking.”

You hear the click of the door locking.

“Your attire has also become more notable, especially with these short skirts.”

You gasp when you feel his hands rest lightly on your shoulders. 

“But don’t get me wrong, I have been enjoying seeing the lengths you’ll go to get my attention.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you stutter, your eyes still facing ahead as you try not to lean into his touch. The feel of his large hands on your shoulders, the intoxicating smell of him, it’s all almost too much for you to handle. The confidence you felt before walking into his office slowly ebbing away.

His dark chuckle has your thighs clenching as he moves to sit on the edge of his desk in front of you. Your eyes widening at the clear evidence of his arousal in his trousers.

“Are you really going to play dumb, sweetheart? We both know you’re not that stupid.”

Your gaze meets his expectant one. Your true desires are on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t get them out. You want to tell him how you think about him at night, when you’re all alone, touching yourself to the thought of how he’d feel, how he’d taste. But instead, you stay silent, your eyes locked on him. You can hear the clock on the wall ticking away, each sound louder than the last as the tension stretches between you. 

“I expected more from you, sweetheart,” he sighs, the look of disappointment you catch in his eyes has your heart breaking as he stands up ready to head back to the door. 

“Please, sir,” you blurt, your hand grasping his forearm before he can move any further, “I, um, I,” you stumble over your words, your eyes pleading with him to stop playing this game. 

Andy leans into your space, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, caging you in. His nose brushes yours slightly and you can’t stop the small whimper that leaves your lips. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he teases, “all you’ve got to do is say the words and you can have everything you want.”

His lips are so close to yours, you can feel his warm breath fanning against your skin. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you utter the words you’ve only dreamt of saying to him.

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good girl,” Andy growls before he’s gripping your chin and crashing his lips to yours. 

His kiss takes you off guard, his grip on your jaw bruising as he dominates your mouth. Your hands come up to cup his face, his beard scratching your palms and sending a shiver through you - you can’t wait to see how his beard feels against your thighs.

Andy kisses you until you're a breathless, pliant mess in his hands. He lets out a gravelly chuckle as you try and chase his lips when he pulls away. 

“What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?” he breathes, taking in your swollen lips and lust hazed eyes. 

With a renewed sense of confidence you take his free hand in yours, slowly directing his touch under your skirt. The muttered fuck that falls from his lips when his fingers come into contact with your wetness has fire burning in your veins. 

“Maybe you’re not a good girl,” Andy groans, his grip on your jaw tightening as one of his fingers slowly circles your clit, “coming in here wearing no underwear? That’s not behaviour I think I should reward.”

“Are you going to punish me, sir?” you moan as his finger keeps teasing you.

“I am,” he sighs, pulling away from you entirely and lowering himself to his knees.

Andy’s large hands brush over the skin of your thighs, pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist, a deep growl rumbling in his throat as he sees your pussy for the first time. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers, almost to himself. 

“Please,” you whine, desperate for him to touch you. 

Andy hooks his hands under your knees, pulling you down to the edge of the chair so your pussy is directly in front of his face. His lips are soft against the inside of your thigh as he chains kisses across your skin. 

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you giggle as his beard scratches your thigh deliciously. 

He looks up at you with a smirk that has your laugh catching in your throat, “oh, sweetheart. First I’m going to eat this tight little cunt because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a month. Then I’m going to bend you over my desk and spank you for being a desperate slut. And then, I’m going to fuck you so you know exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

You moan at his words, your head falling back against the chair. You yelp when Andy’s palm slaps lightly against your clit, your head snapping forward to lock eyes with him. 

“You’re going to watch me take you apart and you’re going to ask permission before you come, do you understand?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head, whispering a small “yes, sir.”

That’s all Andy needs to hear before he’s diving in. He licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs open. 

You try your best to keep quiet, very aware that you're in his office in the middle of the afternoon but the way Andy’s tongue moves against you makes it increasingly difficult. When Andy wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he growls, lapping up everything you have to offer. 

He leans back slightly, spitting on your wet lips before pushing two thick fingers inside of you. You bite your palm in an attempt to keep quiet, your muffled moans and whimpers like music to Andy’s ears. 

“So tight and wet, can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” Andy groans, watching his fingers slide in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds causing your face to heat up. 

You can feel the coil inside of you tightening as Andy begins to curl his fingers, hitting you right where you need him.

“Sir, please,” you whine, your fingers gripping on the arms of the chair.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Andy murmurs against your folds, his tongue flicking your clit in time with the curl of his fingers. 

“Fuck, please can I come, sir?”

Andy’s fingers speed up, his eyes locking on your pleading ones, murmuring “come for me” before latching onto your clit. The pleasure you feel as the coil snaps has your body trembling in Andy’s grip. He doesn’t let up as you ride each wave of pleasure, struggling to hold in your cries as he drags your orgasm out. 

“So perfect, sweetheart, and so good for me,” Andy murmurs, his lust blown eyes never leaving your face as he watches you settle into a post bliss haze. 

You don’t get time to catch your breath before Andy is tugging you out of your seat, his lips crashing on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan against his lips, your hands carding through his hair as he presses your body firmly against his own. 

Andy spins you causing you to gasp. His large palm lays between your shoulders, pressing your body down until it’s flush with the hard wood of his desk. 

His hand slides down your back, gripping your skirt and lifting it to bare your ass. Andy hums as his hand smoothes over your backside.

“Gonna need you to count for me, I think 20 will do, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you sigh, buzzing with anticipation for your punishment. 

“Good girl,” Andy hums before his palm cracks down on your cheek.

You count each slap. Your cries grow louder with each crack of his hand but you can’t find it in you to care - Andy sure as hell didn’t seem phased. By the time he reaches 20 you’re trembling against his desk, your skin is on fire and you’re wetter than you’ve ever been. 

You shudder when you feel Andy’s lips kiss your heated skin. The tender contrast to the punishment he just delivered sends your mind spinning. 

“Took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he whispers against the skin of your ass, his hands rubbing softly, “you okay to keep going?”

His question surprises you but it sends a welcome warmth through you. A smile tugs at your lips as you lift yourself to rest on your forearms, tilting your head over your shoulder to look at him. 

“I’ve never been better,” you smile, “please fuck me, sir.”

The way you wiggle your ass causes him to let out a breathy laugh and you decide then that it is your new favourite sound.

“Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl for me,” Andy murmurs as he undoes his belt, shoving his trousers and boxers down enough to release his cock. 

You can’t help the way your eyes widen and the whispered shit that falls from your lips. Andy looks nothing but smug as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t think that was much of a punishment, you’re fucking soaked,” he groans as he rubs the tip of his hard cock against your entrance.

You try to push your hips back but he plants a firm hand on your lower back to keep you in place. The two of you groan in unison as he pushes into you slowly. The stretch burns slightly but it just adds to the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuck, sir, you feel so good,” you moan as he slowly draws his hips back before slamming into you.

His hands grip onto your hips tightly as he sets a slow, languid pace, letting you feel every inch of him. The sound of skin slapping and your restrained moans filling his office. 

“Feel like heaven, shit, can feel you’re close already,” Andy growls, one hand reaching out to tangle in your hair. He tugs your head back causing an almost painful arch in your back but it gives him more access to hit you exactly where you need it. 

“Yes, right there, sir, please can I come?” you beg, your hips matching each of his thrusts as you chase your release.

“Fuck, come for me, sweetheart, come all over my cock.”

Your mind goes blank, your body boneless as the euphoria of your orgasm hits you. You're vaguely aware of Andy’s praises raining over you as you tremble under him. His hips stutter to a stop as he releases inside of you. 

Andy releases your hair, letting you rest against the desk as he leans over your back, caging you in against his desk.

He please sweet kisses against your cheek, his hands running down your sides as his cock softens inside of you.

“Are you doing okay, honey?”

The soft lilt to his voice has butterflies swarming in your stomach as you give him a soft smile over your shoulder, “I’m doing great.”

He smiles back at you, slowly pulling out and pulling your skirt back down before he helps you up and turns you to face him. Taking your face in both his hands, Andy leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You hum against him, your hands holding onto his wrists as you sink into the kiss. 

His office phone ringing makes you jump as you break away from him. The haze breaks as the gravity of what just happened sets in. Andy feels you tense against him and pulls you in closer as he answers the phone.

“Andy Barber.”

You watch him from under your lashes as he listens, offering the odd hum in response.

“I’ve had something come up so I’m going to have to take the rest of the day off, please reschedule the rest of my office hours for the day and I’ll see you on Monday.”

You can’t help but look confused as he puts the phone down, turning back to you with a grin.

“Well my afternoon just became free, want to get out of here, honey?”

That’s all the reassurance you need as you lean up to plant a quick kiss to his lips.

Oh Professor!Andy has me whipped!! Thank you for reading, as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated ❤️✨

[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | professor

pairing | professor!andy barber x college student!reader

warnings | professor/student relationship so obviously some abuse of power/authority, dubcon i guess? andy is clearly manipulating reader but i’m not complaining 😌

word count | 355

an | dedicated to my dear friend @worksby-d! dest you will always be andy’s #1 girl in my heart 🫶 i hope you like this little thot 🥺

okay but what if your hot law professor was andy barber 😳 my man looks so good in a suit, imagine seeing him in one three days a week for class 😌 and maybe you’re struggling a bit, genuinely and you do bad on an exam and he calls you in for “test corrections.” the whole time he’s babying you, treating you like a poor innocent baby who just can’t grasp big girl concepts. wh-what if you start to cry out of frustration and he pulls you over onto his lap 😳 he starts out with just rubbing your bare knee, but then one of those big hands just starts trailing up your thigh…. beneath your skirt….. sliding your panties to the side as he parts your legs a little……….. “shhhh, baby. it’s okay. let me take care of it, hmm? look at that, already wet for me aren’t you honey? poor thing, don’t have a clue what you’re doing… no thoughts in that pretty little head other than getting finger-fucked by your professor…” soon he’s knuckles deep with two fingers while his thumb’s rubbing your clit, his free hand coming up to brush away your tears. “shhh sweetheart, i got you. gonna make it all better, i promise. you just be a good girl for me and hold still, maybe if you’re good and cum for me we can forget all about that failing grade…” you squirt on his nice dress pants 😳 “good girl, such a good girl,” he’s praising you so softly, knowing you need it after being so defeated by your studies, “how about you come on over to my desk, baby. c’mere, come sit up in front of me. wanna take a good look at how messy i made you” he probably eats you out right there on top of all of his papers 😭😭 licking your juices from your dripping hole as he pushes his fingers back into you. “that’s a good girl, you just lie back and take it. think i need to call you in for office hours more often, you still have plenty to learn” 😈😈