#andrelyon x black!reader

[paisholotus]

Hey, Nisha. Have you ever watched the show Empire on Fox? The show been over, but it's on Hulu. I just wanted to ask if you could make a book based on the show? But with a different female lead.

Don't get me wrong taraji p henson played tf outta cookie. But I would honestly like to know if you could use a different female OC, because I think it would be cool and different.

But ok that's it 😅 thank you ❤

Hey boo, how are you? Yes! I have seen Empire, but it's been such a long time since I've watched it. But tbh it was my favorite show to watch, loved everything about it.

But as for writing another book, I currently don't have time for that. I'm in the middle of midterms, my ass doesn't even have the time to update the books I already got 😅. But having another female OC, sounds interesting. Taraji did so good as cookie, I don't know if the book would get any reads if I added a different female OC 🙁. Would y'all read it, if I put a different female OC?

But again I am intrigued about the idea. If I ever have time, I might consider doing it.

Thanks for the ask, Love. 🤎

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Just Business (Andre Lyon x black!reader)

Summary: You are having an affair with Andre Lyon.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes

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You were halfway done with parting your hair for crochet twists when you heard your doorbell ring. Walking down the hall, you finished your part before you open the door. Andre's lips twitched when he saw your hair. "Don't even start," you turn around and made your way back to the bathroom.

"You look like Cynthia from Rugrats," "Shut up," you say with a chuckle. He follows you into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. He grinds himself against your ass. "Andre, you are not getting none when I look like this,"

"I don't care if you were bald. I would bend you over just like this," his hands slide down to your thighs, pulling your hips back and pushing your chest into the sink. "Absolutely not," you pull away from his touch and body bump him away.

"What did you need, Dre? Or did you come by just to chill?" He cups your cheeks and pressed his warm lips to yours. His hum vibrated your chest and gave your waist a squeeze. "Just came by to chill," he says against your lips. "How long are you staying?" "However long you need me to stay,"

He tilts his head as he met your gaze. You bit your lip and slide your hands down his chest. "Order some food while I put on the music. I'm going to put you to work today,"

"Wouldn't have it any other way," he gives your lips a quick peck before leaving to order the food.

A part of you feels bad for messing around with a married man. Like many things involving love, you didn't plan this. When it came to men, you were as mean as a junk yard dog. You were happily single and hated when people disturbed your inner peace.

When you were first hired as Chief Information Officer for Empire. You worked hard and you worked smart. You allowed yourself to be consumed by your work. Then one night, both you and Andre stayed late at Empire. You were on your way out when you saw him in his office, growing frustrated.

You knocked on the door and asked if there was anything you could do the help. You became his first call for a lot of things. He walked you to your car after one night of drinks and he tried to kiss you. You quickly shut it down and he's been after you ever since.

You had him jump through hoops and he did every one. You finally gave him a chance after months of trailing. He came by a couple times a week to do anything you wanted. To say he trailed after you like a lost puppy was an understatement. It started to show at the work place until you whipped him into shape.

You made him better. You made him feel like he was normal. Not like he was some monster without his meds.

**

Andre called you into his office as soon as you clocked in. You hid your nervousness through your long strides as you made your way into his office. "You called?" He motions for you to close the door. "Is everything alright, Andre?"

"We can't do this anymore," you closed your mouth and nodded softly. "Okay, is that all?" You turned to open the door but he calls for you to stop.

You slowly turn to face him. "I'm in the church now and I have to refrain from any sins.. you make me think sinful thoughts." He explains.

You scoff in disbelief and approach his desk. "I have no control over your thoughts, and I am not to blame for them. I did not spread my legs as soon as you flashed a smile at me. I made you work for that shit and you put in the work. So don't you dare painted me as some desperate ho like Anita." You snap.

"We're done. All business calls will be on my office phone. Any calls to my phone will be ignored." "Y/N, baby," he starts. "No, it's done, Andre." You pulled open the door and walk out like nothing happened.

You walked to your office and sat in your chair with a huff. You're definitely going out for drinks tonight. How could you have been so stupid? You really thought that you could have an affair with your bosses son who was married?

How did you think that was going to end, with a happy ever after? That might have been what you hoped for but it definitely wasn't what you got.

You were on your break when Cookie passed you in the hallway. "Damn baby, you clench your jaw anymore and you'll snap it into half." Cookie comments. "Huh? Oh! Right, sorry." "What are you sorry about?" You shook your head for a moment.

"Oh come on, say whatever you need to say. It's clearly eating you up." She says after she pulls you into her office. "I've been played. A guy played me good." You said.

"It happens to the best of us, honey. Don't beat yourself up about it. Tell you what, me and you can go out for drinks after your shift?"

"Oh no, Ms. Lyon, you don't have to do that." "Girl please, you've been hustlin' since they hired you here. You deserve the spotlight. Hell, you deserve a promotion." "Thank you, Ms. Lyon," "Please, call me Cookie." "Hey, Mom. I need your h-" Andre stops once he steps into her office.

"Where you headed for lunch? I'll meet you there after I talk with Andre." "Russo's across the street," "Meet you there, honey." You didn't spare Andre a glance when you left the office.

**

"How long?" Lucious asks Andre, whose eyes never left you as soon as you stepped foot into Leviticus. "What?" "How long have you two been messing around with each other?"

"Seven months. I broke things off to save my marriage with Rhonda... But I can't stop thinking about her," You danced with Cookie on the bridge in club.

Cookie took you under your wing after you told her about the 'guy'. Of course she didn't know she didn't know this guy was her son.

Cookie moved away once she saw a man holding your hips from behind. You looked to her and she sends you a nod with a wink. You leaned into him and his grip on your waist tightened. You cringed at the lack of tenderness and pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me," you tell him when you saw him reaching for you. "Oh come on, baby. Don't be like that." "I'm not your baby." You snap and walked away from him. Andre stands when the man grabs your wrist and Luscious chuckles.

"What's so funny?" "She has you wrapped around her finger and she didn't want anything to do with you in the first place," "You're really giving her all that power?" He adds. Andre sent him a glare but smiles when he sees you grip the man's hand tightly and twisted until he fell to his knees.

"When I say don't touch me, I mean that shit." You told the man before letting go of his hand. You walked over to the bar and ordered a martini. He sits back down and runs a hand over his face. "Go talk to her," "Uh uh, she can be real mean when she wants to. She would rip my head off."

"Sounds like her and Cookie are more similar than you thought," "I haven't felt this way about since my first love in high school," "Maybe she's the one," "Yeah, she could be.. I'll talk to her later on tonight," "You mean if she doesn't rip your head off,"

**

Andre has been trying to talk to you for a week now. You used every excuse in the book and now you're running out.

"I'm coming over tonight. I'm not leaving until we talk," he texts you and you scowl at your phone. "If I talk to you, will you leave me alone?" Three dots show up on the bottom right corner. "If that's what you want," you left him on read and put your phone in the drawer.

You stayed in your office for the majority of the day until you heard screaming and crashing. You stood and cautiously walked towards the door, not knowing what I would see on the other side.

Your office phone rings, sending a jolt of fear through you. You answer the phone and it was Lucious. "Sir?" "Andre needs you in the conference room,"

"How did you.. doesn't matter. I'm on my way," you rush down the hall and slam on the elevator button. "Who did you call?" Cookie asks. "Y/N," "What? Why would she be.. Andre was the one she was talking about, wasn't she?"

They look to Rhonda, who heard their conversation. It was times like these that you hated being on the eighth floor. The elevators open and you click the floor to the lobby.

Your heart pattered in your chest as the elevator seems like it was move a millimeter a minute. The elevator finally dings and you rush out of the elevator and towards the conference room. Andre yells at a blonde woman, you assume that was Andre's wife.

"Andre," you state softly. He continued to yell and you slowly stepped between them. "Andre," you repeat. You lift your hand in front of you and he stares at it before lifting his own to hold yours. "You're not wherever you are. You are safe with me in the conference room."

"You're safe, Andre." You repeat and he nods. He steps closer to you as he calmed his breathing. He holds your other hand and pulled until your forehead was touching. "We can't," you whisper to him.

He tried to lean in to kiss you and you shook your head no. "I missed you," "We should give them the room," Luscious says. "I'm not going to do anything unless someone tells me what's going on," you tried to pull away but he continued to holds your hands.

"No more secrets," he tells you before looking to his wife. "How long have you been together?" "Seven months," she choked on a sob. "And I've never been happier," he adds.

He brings your hand up to his lips and gave it a kiss. "So what does this mean?" "It means I'm filing for divorce. I'll serve you the papers by the end of the week." you stared at him with wide eyes.

"Andre, what are you doing?" "Following my heart," "No," you tugged your hand free and rushed out of the conference room. You went back up to your office to clear your head, sitting in your chair.

Andre walks in and before you could say a word, he pressed the button to initiate the tint in the windows. He locked the door and you stood with your arms crossed.

"What's going on with you? You break things off with me but continued to stick your stupid alpha male claim on me. You have an episode, then you tell your wife that you wanted to file for a divorce?"

"I know things have been weird but I'm just trying to make sense of things." "My feelings are more important to me than something you can manipulate to make sense of things,"

"I wasn't trying to manipulate you," he rounds the corner of your desk. He tries to reach for you but you stepped away from him.

"Stop pulling away from me, let me hold you." "No! You gave up that right when you tossed me aside like trash," "I love you," "I don't believe you,"

"I love-" you slapped him across the face before you realized what you were doing. He took the hand you used to slap him and kissed your tingling palm.

"I'm sorry," you said with wide eyes. "I forgive you," "Andre," you trail off when he kissed up your arm until he reached your neck. His hands rested on your hips and your lips parted when his plump lips sucked on your skin.

You let him walk you into the desk and lift you on to it, pulling you to the edge of the desk. "This is what is going to happen. You're going to take the rest of the day off. We're going to swing by your place so you can bring some clothes for the week because you're staying at my place."

"I don't think that's-" "It wasn't a request. I'm going to take you to dinner then I'm going to have you for dessert. You're not leaving until we resolve this,"

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"Love/Hate" (Andre Lyon x reader)

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (minors DNI)

**

You hated that smug look he had on his face whenever you walked in. It never failed to make your blood boil. "Good morning, Y/N." Cookie greets when you sit down in the conference room.

"Good morning, ma'am." You felt his gaze on you as you got yourself settled for the upcoming meeting. "I like your nails, Y/N. When did you get it done?" Andre starts.

Your gaze shot up to his and you sat back in your seat, tapping your nails against the glass table. "A few days ago. Since when did you like nails?" "For once in your life, flatter yourself. I just like the design."

You roll your eyes and looked towards the center screen. You felt his eyes on you again. "You should take a picture. It'll last longer." You snap. "What makes you think I haven't already?" Your lips part when you figured out the double meaning behind his words.

Yes, you hated each other. But the sex was fucking phenomenal. He made the nail comment because of the scratch marks littering his back from your nails when he was pounding into your like his life depended on it. "I fucking hate you.." "I'm fucking you and I hate you.."

"For the sake of your parents being right there, I'm not going to say what's coming to mind right now." You snap, your eyes snapping to Luscious when you heard him chuckle. "You two reminded me of me and Cookie when we were younger," you looked from him to Cookie and she nods.

"You hate each other, sure, but you make a damn good team." Cookie explains. "You know what they say about opposites," Jamal teases. "Right," you state, thankfully one of the board members decided it was time to start the meeting.

Once it ended, you packed everything in your brief case and walked out of the room. Lucky you, Andre followed you out. "What is your family's deal? Since when did they play matchmaker?" He matches your stride towards the elevator.

"Guess they think I can make you happy," your laugh bubbles in your chest and he sends you a glare. You click on the up button of the elevator and waited for it to make it's way down. "Hey Andre," "Nessa," he acknowledges and she sends him the flirty eyes.

You rolled your eyes and the elevator dinged open. You caught him mid sentence and pulled him into the elevator. "What's wrong? Jealous?" He asks when the elevators door close.

There it was, that damn smug face. You pushed him into the wall and gripped him tightly through his trousers.

"Shit," he groaned in pain. "You're going to delete all the pictures and videos you took of me without my permission," you squeezed on the without part for emphasis. "Okay, okay, I will." He inhales sharply and you pulled away from him.

"For the record, no, I'm not jealous. Who's to say you're the only Lyon I've been fucking," you presses the floor button and he slams the emergency stop button. He wraps his hand around your throat and shoved you against the wall.

"You are not fucking Hakeem," "Aw, what's wrong? Scared he does a better job than you?" "You have one more snarky remark. One." He grumbles and you're pretty relaxed given the circumstance.

"You have no claim over me. I can fuck who I want." He captures your lips in a possessive kiss. "No you can't. And if I see him flirting with you, I will fuck you in front of him."

He lets go of your throat and takes the emergency stop off. He looks down at you with lustful eyes, sending chills down your body. He's silently daring you to say something out of pocket. The door dings open and he gives you a once over before leaving.

"Damn it,"

**

Rubbing your eyes when you open the door to your condo. You kicked the door closed and tossed your keys and purse on the table. Pressing your hands against the counter, you sighed annoyingly. "Rough day?" Andre chirps from the living room.

At first, he would scared the living out of you. By now, you were even more annoyed. "How did you get in here, Andre?" You say, your voice flat.

"I may or may not have copied your house key when you were on your lunch break." "Why am I not surprised? You Lyons... You do what you want with no consequence." You snark, turning around to find Andre an inch away from you.

"What are you going to do? Choke me again?" He shakes his head and falls to his knees. He unbuckles your pants and pulls them off without breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry about that. I control myself when I'm jealous." He pulls off your underwear and carefully pulls them down your legs so you could keep your heels on.

Something that you noticed first about Andre, was that he loved you in heels. He lifts your leg over his shoulder and pulled your hips flushed against his face. He closed his eyes as he took your into his mouth and lapped your folds.

He sucks at your nub and circles it with the tip of his tongue. Your hand finds the back of his head as you rolled your hips into his mouth.

Your moans echoed throughout the condo. "Lemme take care of you," he licks your core in long, broad stripes and your mouth fell open when your legs started to tremble.

He circles your clit a little faster and your hips started to roll faster, chasing your release. Your body slumped against the counter and he lifted you into his arms.

He walks you into your bedroom and jumps on the bed with you in his arms. You tore his shirt down the middle. He pulls away for you to take off his shirt and for him to unbuckle his pants.

He flips you on your stomach, he kisses from your hip dips to your your neck. His hand comes around your thigh and circles your sensitive clit, having you writhe underneath him. He hums when your walls expand when he buries his dick into your core.

You yell out at the new angle and grabbed at the sheets next to you. He pries your legs open with his knees and thrusts into you, deep and slow. The air leaves your lungs with every thrust. Crying when he pinched your clit, your body shook with another orgasm.

He stops in the middle, earning a whine from you. He sits up and turns you around with his dick still buried inside of you. His arm wraps around your waist as you sat in his lap. He hisses when you dig your nails into his sore back but his pace never faulters.

Kissing down your neck to your breasts, he takes a nipple into his mouth. You eagerly grind down on him and his hold on your hips tightened as he chased his orgasm. You came after three more thrusts and he rests his forehead on yours for a moment.

This time was different. It wasn't angry and hard like it normal was. This time was passionate, and passion gets in people in trouble. "I, um.. I actually have a dinner with my Mom I'm going to be late for." You pull away from him and wince when your mixed juices slide down your thighs.

"Is everything okay?" "Um.. you should go for Nessa. She's more of what you're looking for." "What? What are you talking about?" "I don't know what this is but it can't happen anymore." "Y/N, where is this coming from?"

He pulls up his boxers and approaches you. You lift your hands and shook your head. "Y/N," "What was that?" You say pointing to the bed. "What do you mean?"

"That wasn't just sex, Andre. It felt different. It felt.." "Intimate," he finishes, taking your hand into his. "Exactly,' you pulled away from him.

"You should go, Andre. And leave the spare key on the counter," "You would really be alone instead of entertaining the idea of a man making you happy," "You don't know anything about me," "That's a part of the problem," he lifts your chin with his fingers.

You slap his hand away and walk into the bathroom before locking the door.