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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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A Little At A Time, Part 12

Summary: And baby Barber is a... Laurie just can't leave you alone

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, teasing, D/s dynamics, Laurie, fainting, Soft!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.6K

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“I need you,” Andy says with a determined face to his coworker. Mike jumps up immediately grabbing his jacket. Andy never demanded anything of him. You give him a tiny little wave before your hand lays on your stomach. Your eyes never leave Andy as he grabs up a few things from his desk.

“Well, come on,” he declares exasperated towards Mike.

“What is happening?” Mike asks, following Andy out into the foyer of the office. Andy is right at your side, arm wrapping around your back, and his hand presses up against your stomach. You lay a hand over his, a pretty glittering ring shines in Mike’s eye.

“Are you showing off the ring or…”

“We’re getting married. I need you to be our witness,” Mike shakes his head no as he walks back into his office, “Hey, I need you to do this for me.”

“What is the rush? You guys haven’t even been dating long, and…” you step behind Andy, a calming hand lays on his stomach before you push him aside, “I’m sorry. I just don’t think you need to rush into things. If you really need a witness I’m sure there will be others.”

“There is. My cousin is meeting us at the courthouse. Do you believe Andy and I love each other?”

“Of course, but Andy falls fast, and you seem new to relationships. I’m sorry, I can’t condone a shotgun wedding,” you continue to smile at him as you step closer, grabbing up his hand and you press it against your belly. “Oh god, now there’s a baby involved.”

“There shouldn’t be a timeline involved in marriage or love. I love Andy. And I know that he loves me more than he even loves himself. Our sweet little pea was conceived in love, and is a miracle. This is just something non formal so when we go to our doctor’s appointment tomorrow my last name is Barber. We want you in our lives, and our baby’s. I know you have reservations, but do you think that what Andy and I have is different than before?”

Mike shrugs, but he does nod his head a tiny bit. “Mike, please, Andy wants you there today. Of course we can find someone else, but we want you there. Can you not find it in your heart just to be present with us today? Please? I’ll make you some more of those cookies that you love.”

“And the funeral potatoes?” Cracking a smile, you nod your head. Whatever it took to get Mike to be there with you and Andy. It’s all he wanted, and you were going to make sure your fiance had the people he cared about with him. If he wanted potatoes and cookies, it’s what he was going to get.

“Fine. Fine, let's get you two, and baby Barber hitched. There’s really a baby in your belly?” You giggle, moving to hold tightly onto Andy’s arm. But you were ready to be legally Mrs. Barber.

“Who is that?” Mike whispers in your ear when he sees Poppy waving at you and Andy, and you give him a knock in the ribs, shushing him. “I need to know.”

“That is my cousin, Poppy. Come on. We’re running late because of you.”

“I told Andy not to go through downtown. It may be a shorter distance, but you always have to fight with traffic. Are you having a party afterwards or not?” You shake your head no as Andy’s hand goes behind your back to walk the two of you upstairs. On stairs he was either behind you, or a hand on your back. Always.

“No, but we do have plans to go back to Georgia for a formal wedding, and you’re invited. Getting married in a clearing where magnolia trees grow. Because of what I feel the due date is, this baby is still going to be inside me, but it’s okay. My Mamaw wants to have a baby shower for her grand baby anyways. Now, shh. No more questions, and no more talking. Poppy!”

Poppy gives Andy’s friend a glance over before mentioning how you were late. It isn’t like you weren’t aware of not being on time, but it didn’t matter. Today you were becoming Mrs. Andrew Barber. And today has never felt more right in your life. You have never questioned Andy or your relationship. It finally felt like you were home.

“Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Barber,” you look over to Andy with a cute little smile, as the doctor scoots in between your legs, “are you ready to see your baby?” A squeak slips out your mouth, and you squeeze tighter to your husband.

“Sorry, she’s a bit overwhelmed.”

“It’s okay. We’ve talked about your concerns. But let’s look at how baby is growing,” rubbing the wand on a little bump, you can’t look at anything but the monitor. Unblinking until the tiny image of your baby comes on the screen, and another squeak pops out of your mouth.

“There ya go. There’s your baby. When…when did you say you think you conceived?” You give him the exact date that you believe a miracle happened, and he turns to look at you oddly. “Why has it taken you so long to come to a doctor’s appointment?”

“Doctor, my wife was told she most likely would never have a child on her own. She was scared to, and…what is that?” A steady rhythm now makes Andy chirp. Getting closer to you, and he presses his lips against your forehead.

“That is your baby’s heartbeat, and she’s growing right on time. You guessed the date, and that’s what is reading up on the screen it’s just…”

You squeal. Pulling your husband down to pepper kisses against his lips over and over again. The doctor wasn’t slick. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you said it. You said she,” you remind him, still clinging to Andy’s hand when the realization finally hits him.

“We can do a blood test with you to be sure. Mrs. Barber, you have a lot of scar tissue, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that. You said you worked at a daycare?” Both you and Andy give him a nod while he starts cleaning up his work space. “If you have the means, I really think you should quit working. You’re at high risk. Your baby is fine, so don’t panic. But you shouldn’t be lifting any children. I don’t want you under too much stress. Baby needs to grow in a healthy environment, and in order to do that I think it would be best for you to be at home.”

Andy’s mind was made up instantly. You were going to be at home. He wouldn’t even take you back to work. He knew the director well enough, and she would understand. You and the baby were his priority. He had more than enough to take care of the three of you.

“I don’t want you to feel trapped. Walking daily would be a great low impact exercise, it’d get you out of the house. Going to the library, doing social things. Have lunch with friends. You’re not on bed rest, but I have a feeling you are one who wants to hold your students, yes?” Giving him a nod, you know this was a done deal.

You were never going to lift another thing during pregnancy. You don’t even have to look into Andy’s eyes. You know he’s already planning what needs to be taken care of to make sure the baby stays safe. The baby girl. “Mrs. Barber, you want a healthy baby. I want you to have a healthy baby.”

“Baby girl.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. This is a bit too early to tell, but in my personal experience, that peach in your belly could be a girl.”

Your bottom lip juts out, and you turn to look at Andy. You had told him that the baby was measuring the size of a peach. His hand covers your belly. Spreading his fingers wide, and splaying them out as he gives you the sweetest kiss to the top of your head. That was your baby peach, and you knew exactly how you wanted to decorate her bedroom.

“Okay you two, Susie, up front, will get you another appointment scheduled. You’ll be coming a bit more than the normal person because you are at high risk. Next time I see you, I want you to be a practicing stay at home mom, walking the road in your suburb, and have read a few more books, okay? You think you can do that for me?”

“She will. Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure that her and the baby are safe and sound. She’ll have some new hobbies, too.”

“Hey, baby,” Andy’s raspy voice, wakes you up from a peaceful sleep. He was down by your belly, holding it, and talking to her again. “I guess I can official call you my baby Peach Blossom. You are indeed a girl. Your daddy always wanted girls. Especially if they’re going to be as beautiful as mommy.”

He gives your belly kisses all over, and you chuckle at the tickle of his beard. He loved her so much already. You didn’t have to worry about Andy not wanting to be in her life. He was in. All in. Was counting down the days until he became a father.

“We woke your mommy up. She’s snorting like a piggy. Did you know that you make her gassy.”

“Andy!” You groan, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t care what he was telling your baby girl, it was the fact he talked to her all the time. His bond with her was already so sweet, and you couldn’t wait to see him hold this itty bitty baby in his beefy arms.

“Well, she does. So today, you and mommy are going to have your overnight oats she made. Then you’re walking to the library, so she can pick up some new books. And then, daddy is getting off work after lunch. We’re going to go out to dinner for our first date anniversary. Do you know what your mommy did on our first date? She wet the bed.”

“Would you stop it!” Andy looks up at you with the brightest eyes and biggest smile. He was so full of manure, but man if he wasn’t the most handsome thing. And the way he loved your daughter already. “Daddy you know what tomorrow is, right?”

“Toenail painting day! Ma’am,” he presses his whole mouth over your belly. An animated deep voice as he continues to talk to the baby, “You are getting in the way of your mommy’s feet. We have only just begun to sprout your belly, and you’re in the way. But I also think mommy likes her foot massages more than me painting her toes. I’m horrible at it. But I will rub her feet, and paint her toes whenever she wants me to. Because it’s what mommy deserves.”

“So when she’s born, what are we going to call her?”

“Baby Mae Barber.”

“Daddy, our baby has to have a name. She can’t have everyone calling her Baby Barber. You by all means can continue to call her that, but she needs a name,” he blows a raspberry on your belly shaking his head no. “Andy! Her needs a name!”

“I thought of something, but…I don’t know if you will like it,” he had been thinking about names, and for some reason that man thought you wouldn’t like it. You were sure whatever he had come up with would be the sweetest thing. “Magnolia.”

“Oh, stop it,” it was the sweetest thing. It was the best name, and you didn’t even think about it yourself.

“You hate it,” crying, you shake your head no. “Oh, honey, what is wrong? The tears came on so fast this time. Normally I have a bit of a warning if you’re going to cry,” you couldn’t even make words. An overwhelming feeling of pure love washes over you, and it makes you speak in high pitch nonsense.

“So you don’t hate it?” More shakes of your head as you try to say real words. You sound ridiculous, and you were sure you looked even more ridiculous. “Honey? What is it?”

“It’s — it’s perfect,” your cries turn into screeches as you pull some tissues out from the beside table. “And — and — and can we call her Maggie? Maggie Mae Barber?”

“Of course we can,” sobs. Obnoxious and ugly sobs. “You and your hormones. Maggie, you have made your mom speak another language,” you begin to wail, pulling him up the bed for the wettest kiss. You didn’t even cry this much on your official wedding day.

“Listen, I should be home by the time her crib gets delivered,” more tears. They never stopped. You are sure this was going to end in divorce if you couldn’t get it together. You are crying over her name, and now her crib. “And the reason I told you that is because you do not touch it. Don’t move it. Don’t slide it. I’ll get it. I’ll get it made. And then we can have more than wallpaper in her bedroom.”

“Andy, I love her bedroom. Can we just put our bed in there, and let me just sleep in there?” Sitting up straight, he motions you to sit in his lap, while he holds you tight. He feels so good. So warm, and perfectly comfortable. “Why not?”

“Because both her beds should be here. You know we got the round bed to be in here with us. And then she’ll graduate to her own bedroom,” the tears get louder as you think about your baby not sleeping next to you, and then in a completely different room sounded nonsensical.

“Honey, her room is down the hall. We don’t have to think about her being anywhere, but growing inside her nest right now. That is where she needs to be, and that’s where she is. Besides, don’t you want to hang her mobile over her bed? The one with the tiny little peaches?”

“Her bedroom is going to be so cute, and I just can’t stand it. I’m so tired of crying. I just want our Maggie…aww, Andy her name is Maggie!” You give yourself a moment to think about how the one thing you always wanted, and were told you could never have; now she was growing in your belly. You could feel her. Could even feel how she reacted to Andy’s voice. “Andy, I’m ready to hold her.”

“I know, Peach Bottom. But maybe she should sprout up a bit more first. Okay. Come on. Breakfast, and then shower with me. We’re trying to conserve water, remember?”

“Oh, you mean a nasty fucking in the shower is conserving water?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds awful. We don’t always fuck. Only sometimes when I can’t help but stare at how sexy you are with me growing inside of you. Fine, I won’t fuck you this morning.”

“I did not say that.”

“I’ll save my fucking for after dinner. Just like our first date, but I still expect you to shower with me.”

You peruse through the shelves of books. Most of the time you weren’t even looking for something to read, but it was nice to get out of the house and to see people. Grabbing your belly, you grunt out as Maggie kicks you hard, “Okay, little lady, don’t be so rough with mommy. I think me and daddy are going to have us a sassy girl on our hands.”

Scratching at your neck, you turn and look behind you. You felt weird, as if someone was creeping up on you, but there was no one. Continuing to walk down the aisle further, Maggie kicks you again. You had a ways to go, and you felt like she was already running out of room. She was active. You knew you would miss feeling her with you always, so you hate to complain.

“Mmm,” you make an uncomfortable grunt as you head towards the sofas. You need to sit. Braxton Hicks contractions were kicking your butt. One emergency room visit later, and just to know everything was fine and normal, you finally took it as a sign your body was preparing for her birth.

You take slow inhales and exhales as you rub along your belly, finally sitting down. Counting your breaths, and checking your watch. That same prickly feeling runs up your neck, but you are focused on the short moment of your insides tightening up. Holding your breath as you open your eyes, you flinch.

This was where the prickly feeling was coming from. Standing up, you grab your bag, and start to leave. You didn’t have to deal with this. “I — I mean no harm.”

“What do you want, Laurie? To tell me that my husband is a piece of shit and that I will eventually see?” She shakes her head no, walking closer to you with her arms outstretched and low, “You’re not touching my belly.”

“Did Andy even talk about why we got divorced?”

“You cheated. It’s what you deserved. You don’t get to hurt people, and think they’re going to stay.”

“I was the one that filed. I was unhappy,” you shake your head no, taking a step back from her. She was lying. Andy had never lied to you. “I didn’t want kids, and he pressured me to have kids.”

“Well, he’s getting what he wants now, and with me.”

“I want you to really think about your relationship. Is this what you wanted? Or did you allow someone that was handsome to manipulate you into thinking you wanted this? Why the rush to get married, and then pregnant. Or are you one of those people that get married because you’re pregnant? Please tell me you’re not that dumb.”

“I’m not dumb,” you blink a bit too long as a cloud interrupts your vision. “I wanted her. I wanted her when…when I was…” why were words so hard. Why couldn’t you think or process what was happening. “I always wanted her. And Andy, he…” you exhale slowly, holding onto your stomach as your vision goes completely blurry.

“He was…he was — mmm — Laurie?” Your vision completely blacks out, and a scream echoes through the library.

“Oh god, someone call an ambulance! Hey, hey,” she slaps at your face. Rolling you to your back. “Call an ambulance! Nonono,” Laurie presses her fingers up against your neck, feeling satisfied with feeling your pulse before grabbing her phone. “Andy, don’t hang up. Your wife…she…she fainted.”

“What do you mean?” His protective veneer rolls over his skin as he grabs his keys, and walks out of the office. “Laurie, how do you know this? Is she okay?”

“She’s at the library, and I saw her pass out in front of me. She hasn’t woken up yet, but…hey, hey, you see me. Andy, her eyes are opening.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where am I?” Why did Laurie say his name? And how did you get to the floor?

“Laurie, keep her awake, I’m almost there,” Andy has never driven this fast in his life. He isn’t sure why Laurie was with you. How she was the one that was watching over you, but right now he couldn’t process anything, but getting to you. It hurt him that you sounded scared. That whatever happened, happened without him there.

Feeling like it took too long to get to the library, he bolts up the stairs. Beating the ambulance as he rushes to your side. “Daddy, I don’t know what happened,” you cry as he wraps his arms around you. Burying your face in his neck. “I just wanna go home.”

“Shh, baby, I’m right here. I’ve got you, but we have to get you checked out. Laurie, what happened? Why are you a part of this?”

“We,” she starts. Not daring to get any closer to the two of you. You had an odd bond with Andy; one she never had with him. “We…we were just talking,” she stutters out, unable to look Andy in the eyes. “And then she struggled to speak, and fell.”

“I wanna go home,” you whisper onto him. All you need is his arms wrapped tightly around you. It was all that you desired right now. Have Andy rub along your little princess. “Please, can we go home?”

“What were you talking about?”

“I’m happy for you two,” Andy can hear you whisper no, but you cling tighter to him. You didn’t need a scene. You need out of here, and away from Laurie.

“She’s high risk. She doesn’t need stress,” he knows that Laurie is lying, but the need to comfort you was higher. “Baby, hey, look at me. Hey, honey. Everything is okay. How’s Maggie?”

“What if I fell on her?”

“You didn’t. You’re holding her. That’s our baby, and you protected her,” you look down at your belly, giving the swell a squeeze. As if on cue, Maggie rolls around, and you and Andy both look at each other smiling.

“There’s our Maggie. She’s okay. We’re going to let them check you out, and,” your head starts to violently shake back and forth. You just want to be at home with Andy holding you.

“Daddy, please can we just go home.”

“Why the fuck does she calling you that,” Laurie snarls, looking at you still softly clinging to Andy. Your husband turns around to glare at her. “You sick fuck. You finally did it. Found a woman with daddy issues, just so you could get off. Had to find you a young one, too. Manipulated her into your perfect submissive housewife. She’s going to get tired of you, and this life you’re making her have.”

“Laurie, not now,” if it wasn’t for your fingers soothingly running over his beard, Andy would have lost all self control. His attention did not need to be off you right now. “Do not say another word. My wife does not need stress, she needs to get to her doctor. Go. I appreciate the call, but it would be in your best interest to shut up, and go.”

Her mouth starts to open again, and Andy’s body tenses, “Go!” Drawing out the word until she slowly back away, and he turns to look at you, “Hey, Peaches, I know you don’t want to, but we’re going to get you and Maggie Mae looked at. And then, Daddy is going to get you home, and rub your feet until you fall asleep okay?”

“Okay. Daddy, I’m scared,” he knows you are. That nickname for him never was said outside of your home. You need his comfort. Going completely into a submissive state, and letting him lead you. He is more worried about your in subspace in public now that he could feel Maggie.

“I know, baby. She’s still kicking. Our angel is telling us that she’s okay, but I need to know both my girls are okay. You understand, right baby?” You nod your head, hearing the paramedics come in. “They’re going to check your vitals, and if they say it’s okay, I’m going to be the one to take you to the hospital. Baby, I just need you to breathe. You can do that for me.”

You want to. You want to make Andy proud, plus, you know that your daughter needs you to be calm. Needs you to not stress. Your daughter needs you.

“Mr. And Mrs. Barber,” you didn’t think you would ever get tired of hearing that. It is like you were born to be Mrs. Barber. The doctor looks up at the monitor, and back to you and Andy with a smile, “Your daughter is fine. But I want you on bed rest.”

“Why?” Andy gives you a soft kiss to the top of your head. He knows you won’t actually go against what the doctor says, but you also are someone that needs to know what is going on. “If she’s okay.”

“Your fainting could have been bad for her. I don’t know what caused the fainting. Your blood pressure is fine, there’s no swelling. You are doing everything you can for your daughter, and doing a great job. I’m assuming you had a stressor?”

“You could say that,” you didn’t even know Laurie, and you still despised her.

“You can go out with someone. But I want you mostly on bed rest. Have you some meals prepped and ready to go. Get you some reading done. Nest. Don’t rearrange her room, but setting up her books, toys, and clothes will be fine. Mrs. Barber, I’m sorry, but this is what is best for you, and Magnolia. And you want to do what’s right for her.”

“Yeah, of course I do. So…no heavy lifting, and I can’t go out of my house alone?”

“No,” Andy is already nodding his head, wondering if he should ask someone to stay with you. “Phone on you at all times. Mr. Barber?” The doctor looks towards Andy when he clears his throat.

“We have a trip to Georgia planned. Her grandparents haven’t seen her, and…we were…that’s…”

“We were going to do a small ceremony for my family. Is that still possible? It’s just in a couple of weeks, and…I wanted…we’ll do what you suggest though. She’s what is important.”

“Yes, you can go. I’m not keeping you from your family. I just don’t want you to be alone. Now, Mr. Barber, go pamper your wife.”

“Andy!” You giggle watching him carefully paint your toenails. But his pinky finger was tickling you. “Stop stop stop!”

“Honey, you can’t see your toes, so I am doing this before we leave for Georgia,” your mouth turns up into an o, as you gasp at him. Andy can’t help his chuckles, but keeps painting. “You can’t see because Maggie Mae is getting so big now. She’s growing right on time, and you are doing the best job, and…Peach Bottom, I don’t think I have ever found you more sexy than this.”

“Oh, stop. You’re just saying that,” Andy slowly puts down the bottle of nail polish, and pulls your legs apart. Sinking to his knees. His hands hold onto your belly before sliding to your hips, and then back again, “Ands, what are you doing?”

“I don’t think you realize the rush I get knowing that I’m the reason you are swelling like this. Seeing these men stare at your belly as you hold my hand, and they know I’m the reason that you are growing our child. They know that I am the one that fucked you so hard and deep that I started growing inside of you. I wake up, and I see our daughter rolling around, and I know one day she is going to be out of your belly and on my chest.”

“Daddy,” you gulp as Andy’s hand dips under your dress. One hand was rubbing over your bump, while the other sinful hand was rubbing over your covered center.

“Shh, I need you to listen because I think you doubt what I mean. You’re sexy. You always have been, but now you are always so full of me. And our Maggie Mae,” your breathing hitches as he peppers kisses over your stomach. All over her temporary home before starting to drift lower, “One day, this baby is going to be in our arms, and people are still going to know that you take daddy’s cock so well.”

“Only Daddy’s cock,” you give him a wicked grin, pushing him away from you with your foot, “Andy, my whole body is yours. Every part of me you have had, and filled.”

“Where are you going?” He asks as you head towards your bedroom, turning to the side, you take off the dress you had been wearing. The only other thing that covered you was panties that were barely covering you anymore.

Running your hands over your skin, you let Andy see the side profile of all your new curves. Your breasts were slowly becoming another favorite thing of Andy’s. You could literally see his eyes glaze over into a dark pool of lust as you cup your belly. Holding onto his and your daughter.

Biting at your lip, you whimper, “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I ride you tonight?”

“Of course, Peaches, whatever it is that you want, honey,” as soon as he gets close enough to you, you cup his bulge, moaning out his name. “You better get in the bedroom. Tomorrow we go to Georgia, and you’re not as quiet anymore,” just a graze of his body on your hardened buds, has you mewling. Starting to walk backwards into the bedroom.

“I don’t think so. Turn your hot little self around and walk correctly into the bedroom.’

“Yes, Daddy. And you get naked and on the bed. Want to see what’s mine,” a guttural moan echoes off his lips, and his gait picks up in speed. You were basically undressed, while he was fully clothed.

Slipping out of his clothes quickly, he doesn’t head to the bed, but instead turns to you. Tenderly he slides your panties off you. Making you step out of them without getting too wobbly before laying on the bed. His fist pumps his pretty cock in his hand while you crawl over to him. You don’t even have to try to be sexy, you just were. A belly perfectly round and housing his baby.

Throwing a leg over him, he squeaks as your drenched core sinks over him. His thick hands immediately go to rub over your bump as he stares up at you with the most loving face you have ever seen. He loved every inch of you, and every stretch of you. He was thankful for what you are sacrificing to give the two of you a child. And you were thankful for him.

You always wanted a family of your own, but could have never imagined you’d get the most perfect man in Andy. Didn’t think it would happen as fast as it did, and yet, it felt like you had known Andy your whole life. He was your best friend. He took care of you like no one else ever did.

He has never seen anyone more beautiful than his wife, full of him in every way possible, making the most amazing sounds. You just got him. You, too, wanted a quiet and simple life. Being a family was good enough for you. Being a mother and wife is what you wanted, and felt born to do.

“Peach Bottom, I’m not in a rush,” he coos up at you as your speed skyrockets faster. “My lord,” Andy grunts as how tight your walls were constricting him. Pregnancy was doing you wonders. “Baby!”

“Daddy, I can’t stop. It’s so good. So good. Daddy! You make me feel so good and full. Daddy!” You pant out. Things just feel much more intense, you couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. It was the best feeling in the world. His moans make you want to come undone immediately, but you didn’t want to yet. You wanted to just ride him all night.

The way his fingers dig into your ass with such harshness was such a contrast with how he rubbed over the belly softly. Almost as if he was already holding your daughter, but also wanting to make sure that you knew who was boss.

“Daddy, I’m going to come.”

“Me, too, baby. Just don’t stop. Daddy is almost there. I’m right there. Right…right there! Honey! Peaches!” He moans as his seed spurts out, and you keep going. Going right until the damn breaks, and a beautiful euphoria rushes into every inch of your veins. Slowing down right until the moment you stop, and you smile down at him. His own dopey grin pulling up his lips.

“She’s going to sleep in here with us for a while,” Andy loved how you went from being so needy and dirty for him to wanting to talk about after Maggie’s birth. “I want one of those beds that attach to ours before we put her in the bassinet.”

“Okay. We’ll put her right here,” he taps on the bed, smiling as he watches your face turn into a grimace.

“Andy, that is your side of the bed. Wouldn’t it be easier for her to be on my side of the bed?”

“Nope. Her will need kisses from daddy before I hand her over to you to feed her. I can even change her diaper, while you get like a minute more of sleep, and I can have some time with my baby girl. You know she’s going to be a daddy’s girl, right?”

“I’m hoping for it,” you turn your back to Andy, and reach behind you, “Alright, Daddy, come hold me and your baby. She needs her daddy’s hands on her.”

“Whatever my princess needs, she gets,” he whispers on your skin. His hand slides around your belly, and he gives her water bed playful squeezes, “Maggie, you keep growing, but I can’t wait to hold you. Me and your mommy have waited forever for you. Peaches, she’s going to be so spoiled.”

“Mhmm.”

“Just like her mommy. Mmm,” he shakes his head, burying himself further into the crook of your neck, “And this weekend, we get our wedding ceremony,” you smile as sleep slowly starts to take you over. Your Mamaw and Papaw were going to get to dote on your miracle. Get to officially welcome Andy to the family. And you couldn’t wait. Life was everything you had ever dreamed, and still so much better, and definitely so much sweeter.

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 where you enter the lives of your favourite characters as they try and survive the apocalypse. unlike any other, they are lured to you, wanting you, needing you. they cannot survive without feeling you against them.

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warnings will be added story. I would like to add that I looked up if fucking zombies is considered necrophilia, and I found a site that said it was not! I hope to awaken more kinks for you guys. a huge thanks to my two beautiful babies for helping me @shadeysprings @royalsweetteaa

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓… 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆? ft human luke danes x hopeless reader.

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𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ft zombie ransom drysdale x survivor reader.

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 ft human charlie swan x frightened reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒂��𝒍𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ft halfbie clark kent x human reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕? ft human andy barber x coworker reader.

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𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie sebastian stan x fangirl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ft halfbie hayley marshall x damsel reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ft human lee eun-hyuk x needy reader.

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𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 ft human cleo sertori x ruthless leader reader.

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𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie jasper hale x curious reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 ft halfbie harley quinn x bloodthirsty killer reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ft zombie rick grimes x rising queen reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 ft human carlisle cullen x oblivious reader.

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𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft zombie steve kemp x food reader.

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𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ft human gomez addams x desired reader.

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𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ft human dex x obedient reader.

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𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 ft human chris argent x unlucky reader.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year ago

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Sweet Arrangement | Part 2

PAIRING | Andy Barber x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | You're considering Andy's offer daily, but before you can officially say yes or no, you'll need to talk with him about what it will entail. After a lengthy discussion about both your wants and needs, you have come to a decision, and you're looking forward to Andy's reaction.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap (Reader is in her mid-20s, Andy is in his mid to late 40s), angst, discussion of a sugar daddy/-baby relationship, swearing.

A/N | Thank you all for the love of the last part of this, and I've officially decided to turn it into a short series (again 3-5 parts at most), so I can't wait to hear what you all think of the rest of this series going forward. 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It's been three days since your dinner with Andy, where he brought up the idea of being your sugar daddy. You have been thinking about it constantly, and as exciting as it may sound, you still want to take your time and think about it before making a decision.

Because of this, you're picking up your phone and letting out a sigh as you look at the state of it. It's one of many reasons it is a good idea, but you should take your time.

You look up Andy's number, and your heartbeat quickens when it rings several times. You pull your pillow on your lap to hold onto, and he picks up the phone after the third ring.

''Andy Barber,'' he says, his deep voice making your heart skip a beat.

''Andy, hi, it's Y/N. Is this a good time?'' you ask, and you can hear his demeanor on the other side change immediately.

''Sugar, it's good to hear from you again. Is there anything I can help you with?'' he asks, and now that you're a little more relaxed, you let yourself sink into the couch a little more.

''I've considered your offer and am interested in discussing the arrangement further. I don't want to make any rushed decisions, and I would like to know what I'm getting myself into,'' you say, and he hums in response.

''That's fair. Do you have any time off this week?'' Andy asks.

''I'm free on Friday,'' you say, and you can hear him looking through his calendar to see if he has appointments that day.

''Friday works for me. Shall I take you out to lunch at the diner where you work? That seems like the most neutral space since we're both used to going there, and you will have the support of your coworkers as well,'' he explains, and you agree.

''Alright, Sugar, all you have to do for me now is research things you would or would not like to include in the arrangement so that we can go over them on Friday,'' Andy tells you.

''I will; thank you so much, Andy. I'm looking forward to seeing you again,'' you say. After your goodbyes, you immediately start your research and write down some points you do or do not like and a few questions you have for him.

Once that's done, you look it over again, and when you're satisfied, you go and make yourself a sandwich. Doing all this research has made you quite hungry.

You have to work the next day; tomorrow, you'll have lunch with Andy to discuss the terms and conditions of the arrangement he proposed. You keep looking at the clock the entire day, wondering why the clock slowly ticks away.

Ava seemingly picked up on your behavior, and during one of your breaks, she decided to ask what was happening.

''So, you and the lawyer...'' she begins, and immediately, your cheeks sport a dusty pink color.

''Is it that obvious that something might be going on?'' you say, and she laughs.

''Girl, you're constantly looking at the clock to see if it's time to go. Do you have a date with him or something?'' your cheeks turn red with those words.

''Well, I- uh, I'm not sure it would be called a date, exactly,'' you start, and Ava's eyebrows shoot up into her hairline.

''Tell. Me. Everything!'' she demands, and you do.

''So, he gave me his business card last week, and it said 'call me' on the back, so I did just that. We went out for dinner last Sunday, and he offered me a sugar relationship,'' you tell her, and her jaw practically drops to the floor.

''Are you kidding?! Please tell me you said yes?!'' she almost shrieks, but you shake your head.

''I will talk about it with him over lunch tomorrow at the diner. I was thinking of just getting one of the private booths so we could discuss it,'' you tell her, and she nods.

''You better believe it's going to be one in my section because I'm going to keep an eye on that man to make sure he's not doing anything weird,'' she says, and you laugh at her reaction.

''Alright, grandma, you can keep an eye on me and the man I'm with,'' you joke, earning you a glare from the woman as she lights her cigarette.

''As long as you know I will miss you once you leave here. And don't forget about me, please! I could use some of that sugar daddy money too,'' she jokes, and you shake your head with a chuckle.

''Don't worry, I won't forget about you,'' you say, and by that point, your break is over, so you get back to work. Now that you have told someone about what might happen, you feel much lighter, and the rest of the day seems to fly by.

After work, you swing by the grocery store to pick up an easy dinner for yourself, and when you're walking back to your apartment, you can feel the dread sinking into your shoes with every step.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you can't stop the tears from forming as you twist the key in your lock. With every step you make right now, you're reminded of the shitty situation you live in and how much you could use Andy's help.

You warm up dinner and watch some TV but decide to call it an early night as the reality of the situation still weighs heavy on your chest. At that moment, you choose to do something you haven't done in a few years. You call your mom.

''Baby?'' she says after she picks up, and you immediately burst into tears when you hear her voice. Everything that's been building up inside you is finally coming out, and you can't stop yourself.

After a few minutes of crying and sobbing, you calmed down enough to finally talk to her. She kept telling you sweet things to calm you down, and you immediately felt better.

''I'm so sorry, Mom. I am so sorry I haven't called all these years and never visited. I'm miserable here, and I don't know how to get out of this stupid situation,'' you say through your sniffles, but she listens intently on the other side of the line.

The two of you talk until you're almost falling asleep, and after promising to talk to each other more from here on out, you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

It's Friday morning, and you're having lunch with Andy to discuss your arrangement today. You woke up at dawn because your nerves were getting the best of you.

The morning is spent preparing a light breakfast. After all, you cannot eat much because your stomach is filled with nerves. After the dishes are done, you clean your apartment until it's time to prepare for lunch.

Your lunch with Andy is at 1 P.M., so by the time 11 A.M. rolls around, you must start getting ready; otherwise, you'll be late since you still have to take the bus to the diner.

You go for a simple outfit, which you hope is nice enough for today's lunch since all your other clothes are still in the laundry, your washing machine has been broken for a while, and you don't have the money to fix it yet.

Your hair is put in two loose French braids, and you decide to wear light makeup, combined with your glasses, to save yourself the hassle of putting in your contacts today.

When you're done, you grab your purse and run to the bus stop right on time for the bus to arrive, and you get on, ready for the 20-minute journey to the diner.

The entire way there, you keep bouncing your foot up and down to calm your nerves, which isn't working. All you get are dirty looks from other passengers, and your foot starts bouncing even faster.

When you're at your stop, you quickly leave after saying goodbye to the bus driver and walk the last bit to the diner. You've arrived early, so you decided to head in already, waiting for Andy inside. You text him quickly that you arrived safely and went inside to wait there.

''Hey, girl!'' Ava says as she notices you, and you walk over to her with a big smile. It always makes you happy to see her, and today is no different.

''So, please tell me there's a booth available for me and Andy?'' you ask, hopeful, and she smirks.

''Come with me,'' is all she says as she guides you to the last booth in the restaurant, which happens to be in her section. She decorated it with a few candles and folded the napkins in a fun shape to finish it all off.

''Oh god, you're unbelievable,'' you say as you sigh, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the sight before you. You sit with your back facing the wall to look through the restaurant, which makes you feel at ease.

About 15 minutes later, Andy walks into the diner, and he looks stunning in his suit, which appears to be tailored for the gods. When he spots you, he walks over, and you get up to greet him.

''Hi, Sugar. You look gorgeous today, especially with your glasses on,'' he says, and you blush at his compliment before pulling him in for a hug.

The two of you sit across from one another, and you glance at Ava, who winks back before your attention is turned back to Andy, who has gotten something out of his bag.

''I want to start this lunch with a present, but I don't want you to think I'm giving it to you to get you to say yes. I want to give it to you because I want to help you, and this would be the least I can do for agreeing to meet me,'' he says, and your eyes move to the dark blue present in his hands.

''I- I don't know what to say,'' you stumble over your words as you take it from him, hesitant to open it at first.

''Thank you would be enough,'' he says with a soft smile, and after you've thanked him for it, you make your way to open it swiftly.

The paper slides off, and your eyes go so wide it's a miracle they don't pop out of your head as you reveal the latest iPhone. Your first instinct is to say no and give it back, but you push that feeling away.

''What- why-'' you mumble while you take a moment to process what just happened. You look over at Ava, and when you see her looking back with a reassuring smile, it suddenly seems like your brain snaps back to work.

When Ava comes to get your order (an omelet with ham and cheese for Andy and a BLT sandwich for you, together with a milkshake to share), you stop your conversation temporarily. Still, other than that, it flows naturally.

When she brings over the food, she wishes you good luck, and that's when Andy shifts the conversation to why the two of you are here.

''So, I asked you to do some research on sugar relationships, and I assume you've written down some points to discuss,'' he starts, and you nod, getting your notebook out of your bag and flipping to the right page.

''Wow, you've done quite a lot of research, I see!'' Andy notes as he sees the amount of things you've written down, and you sport a slight pink tint on your cheeks at the comment.

''Alright, so the first thing I want to discuss is how often you want to meet and what those meetings would entail,'' you ask as you read over your notes.

''Well, I thought we would have dinner together at least three times a week, one day I will take you out for dinner, and the other two times will be either at my house or your apartment,'' he says, and you sigh at the thought of Andy seeing your crappy apartment.

''I don't- Could we only have dinner at your house?'' you ask softly, and Andy raises his eyebrows in concern before reaching out for your hand, but you can't get yourself to look at him right now.

''Sugar?'' he asks, and you finally look up at him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes at the thought of how embarrassed you would be.

''What's wrong? You can talk to me,'' he tries, and it only makes it worse, so you remove yourself from the situation to calm down. As soon as you get up, Ava is by your side and leads you to the back of the diner and into the lot behind so you can calm down a little bit.

''What's going on, sweet cheeks?'' she asks, and you put your glasses on the top of your head so you can wipe away your tears.

''I don't think I can do this,'' you sniffle softly, while your embarrassment only grows at the thought of Andy seeing your apartment that falls apart around the edges. It doesn't cost much, and even though it's all you can afford on your dinner salary, it still hurts that you must live there.

The fact that Andy has figured out that you need financial help is even worse, and you can't help but let the tears flow freely at the thought of being so broke that a random guy at the diner offers you said help.

''Why not?'' Ava asks as she crouches in front of you, and she takes your hands in hers to ground you a little while you tell her.

''The only reason he's offered me this is because he can tell I'm broke as fuck,'' you sob, as your anxiety is getting the best of you. It has wiggled its way into your brain and won't get out, making you feel even worse than you already did.

''Listen to me, please. He did not offer you that out of pity; he doesn't seem like that type of person to me. I thoroughly believe he offered you this so he can take care of you in the best way possible. He wants the absolute best for you, and I highly believe this is the best way he can do that,'' she tells you, and it makes you smile a little bit, the corners of your mouth curling up.

''But if you're not sure you want it, you shouldn't do it. It would be best if you did not do this for Andy's sake or for the wrong reasons because I would hate seeing you get hurt. Please promise me one thing, okay?'' she says, and you look up at her.

''Please promise me that whatever you choose, you will always take care of yourself first. No matter what happens, no matter what anyone asks of you, you will always make sure you are taking care of yourself. Can you promise me that?'' she asks, and you nod.

''I promise, Ava. I will always take care of myself first,'' you repeat after her, and you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in for a big hug. You've never felt as lucky to have her as your friend.

''Thank you. I love you so much; sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve you as my friend,'' you say, and the both of you laugh until tears of happiness stream down your cheeks.

''Alright, you should go back in and finish your conversation,'' she says, and you do. You feel a lot better after talking to Ava and let out your anxiety a little bit, so you're going back in with your head held high.

''Hi, Sugar. How're you feeling?'' Andy says as he gets up from the booth, the worry visible in your eyes after you ran away earlier.

''I'm feeling a lot better now; I'm so sorry for running out on you like that,'' you say, staring at your plate once you've sat down again. You have barely eaten any of your food, but suddenly, you feel hungrier and dig into your sandwich.

The rest of your lunch was spent talking through the arrangement, and in the end, you have compiled a list of terms you are both okay with, and Andy will draw up the contract in the following days.

It is Tuesday, and you contacted Andy over the weekend to ensure you're still okay with everything you agreed on. He also invited you to a gala he is supposed to attend soon, but you still need to sign the contract, so that is still in the air for now.

You're busy folding your laundry since your neighbor lent you a little money to go to the laundromat and wash your clothing, so now that that's done, you have to fold it all.

In the middle of you folding a shirt, your phone rings, and you get a smile when you see it's Andy.

''Hi, Andy! How are you?'' You pick up and feel as cheerful as you sound right now.

''Sugar, it's good to hear you are so happy! I'm doing even better now that I'm hearing your voice,'' he says, and your cheeks turn red.

''As much as I would love to listen to you all day, I want to let you know I have the contract ready for you to read over and sign, and all the points we discussed Friday are considered. I can send it to you via e-mail, and you can sign it online. How does that sound?'' he offers, and you agree.

''I can't wait, and I'll try to give you a definitive answer before the end of the week,'' you say, your mind already wandering to the gala you've been invited to by Andy.

''Sounds good to me,'' he says, and after your goodbyes, you hang up before doing a little happy dance in your apartment. The knowledge that you will be leaving this shitty apartment and your broke life behind is a constant in your mind, and as soon as Andy sends it over, you send it back, signed and well.

Now it's time to get ready for your new life with Andy by your side. Sure, he may pay you to be alongside him, but no one needs to know. You're just glad you'll finally see what life is like if you have money instead of living without it for once.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years ago

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Prettier When You're Mine

Andrew Barber x Reader

Summary: One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family. Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion. Masterlist Playlist Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A revelation from Y/n forces Andy to put another plan into action. Warnings- Possessive behavior, violence, stalking, references to SMUT.

One month later Having been a loner all his life, Andy had never been the type to grab drinks with colleagues after work. He even skipped office holiday parties and only ever interacted with coworkers on a larger scale during meetings. As long as the event didn't have any direct relation to work, he'd be more inclined to spent the evening in the comfort of his home, where the liquor was free and the burden of socializing was resting on his tired shoulders. But that night was different.

That night, Andy didn’t care about the huge case that their office had just won, or the serial home invader that would be facing a the harshest sentence possible by the end of the weekend, all he cared about was the conversation he’d overheard in the elevator about who was going to be at the office's casual celebration at pub that night

Y/n.

She hadn’t told him she’d be there and Andy had certainly not been invited- he was still facing a brutal shunning from everyone that still believed his son was a murderer, and the ones that said that Jacob must have gotten it from somewhere. Nonetheless, Andy had never been one to let the whispers from the shadows propel him into a cowering stance, and he certainly wasn’t going to let a few odd stares stop him from spending some time with Y/n.

More and more, he was beginning to believe that she was his second chance; she didn’t treat him the way everyone else did. To her, he wasn’t the father of a murderer, or an outcast that the powers at be had only kept around for his stellar conviction rate- like a rabid fight dog too useful to be put down. She didn’t flinch when they stood in the elevator together- she got into his car. She didn’t whisper to her friends when he walked by- Andy could tell that she saw him as more than anything the papers had made him- and his family- out to be.

In that way, she was not like Laurie.

Laurie, who was stunning, intelligent and empathic; Laurie, who weak and had let herself be so poisoned against their own son that she’d killed them both.

Murder-Suicide, that's what they'd called the accident and part of him hated her for it. But all of him still loved her.

But that night wasn’t about Laurie and her fatal flaws, it was about his future. The woman across the room, standing at a tall, round table with a group of, all laughing widely and nursing the kind of drinks that would give someone his age a hangover for a week. From where he was standing, it was easy to recognize most of her friends, most- except for one. A couple attorneys that had arrived at the office when she had, a legal clerk, a researcher a littler older than the rest of them. He knew them all from work, all except the man standing at her left, arm thoughtlessly slung around her shoulders. Andy was sure that he’d never seen him around.

“Bold of you to show up.”

Rolling his eyes, Andy huffed, irritated that he was being forced into splitting his attention. “Fuck off Neal.”

Neal chuckled dryly, “I’m just saying,” through his periphery, Andy noted the masked venom that was being cast his way, “Its one thing to get your job back, its another to come here and act like you’re still wanted.”

“What the hell is your problem, huh?” Finally granting him the fury he’d intended to provoke, Andy glared at Neal, “Still twisted up about me getting that job that you thought you deserved? Newsflash, you’re only good because I made you good.”

“And the great Andy Barber can never let me live that down,” he huffed a chortle, rolling his eyes, “It was your job to teach me. Just like its your job to teach her,” Neal nudged towards Y/n, “What are you gonna do, try to screw her over too?”

As a fit of blind rage rushed through his veins, like a lit match on a line of kerosene, Andy slammed his glass down on the worn bar behind him and lunged for Neal’s collar, grabbing the lapels harshly.

How dare that asshole assume he'd ever hurt Y/n?

“I didn’t screw you over, you jealous son of a bitch,” he gritted through a clenched jaw, shoving his further down so Neal's back was bent awkwardly, the back of his head was almost touch the bar and his beer had fallen over, glass shattering noisily and liquor spilling at their feel. “You screwed me over.”

Neal’s hands were gripping his wrists tightly and while there was evident fear in his eyes, it was clear he’d gotten the reaction he’d been seeking. And he would have gotten more if it wasn’t for a hand flattened urgently on the back of his shoulder, jerking him back to his senses. “Andy,” she sounded far away at first, but by the second time Y/n had called out to him, it was like emerging from the bottom of a pool; suddenly everything was clear again. “Come on,” she encouraged and as he let Neal’s collar go, he chanced a look around and found that half the pub’s attention was on him.

“Two beers,” he heard Y/n tell the bartender as his breathing evened, and in the background, Andy also caught Neal mumbling something about how he’d always been a hot head, a comment wasn't entirely untrue, but didn't do much for his bruised ego and simmering anger either. “Let’s go outside,” Y/n suggested when she got the pair of amber tinted bottles.

As they stepped through the front entrance of the quaint establishment, Y/n offered him one of the drinks, “Its not craft, but it’ll do the job,” she joked.

“Thanks,” Andy took a swing of the beer, wincing appreciatively. He rarely drank cheap beer, but every time he did, he was reminded that it actually wasn’t as bad as he remembered. “Not just for this,” he gestured with the bottle, “But for back there too.” Much too ashamed of his behavior he didn’t dare look at Y/n; he didn't want her to think that everything everyone was saying was true. That he was angry and volatile. That he had a chip on his shoulder.

That he was nothing more than the son of a cold blood killer who’d managed to pass on a few of those bad genes.

Y/n shrugged, “Its no problem. I noticed things getting heated and didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret.”

“I’ve made a lot of decisions I regret,” he courted gruffly, still avoiding looking at her directly. Though, when a few seconds of awkward silence befell them, he added, in a far softer tone, “But I’m grateful that you didn’t let me add one more to the list.”

She nodded subtly, “For what its worth, Neal’s a piece of work, so he probably deserved it.”

She's still on his side, the realization made Andy smile.

“You mean a complete jackass,” he corrected and she chuckled softly.

“I do,” she glanced at him, smile still lingering.

Briefly, his face fell, and Andy glanced down at the damp sidewalk, “Yeah well,” he took a swing of the bottle, “Whatever he is…..I’m a hundred times worse.”

Reaching out, she laid a hand on his bicep and Andy’s breath caught. “No,” as he raised his head, their eyes met, the dimness of dusk only hampering his ability to match her gaze slightly. “You’re not. Andy, you’re not defined by any….of that,” she exhaled shakily, “Look, I don’t know your life, not really. But I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“A broken man,” he argued husky, not even wanting to admit it but trusting her enough to do it anyway.

She frowned, “He’s trying,” she elicited softly, giving his arm a squeeze. Turning completely to face her, Andy took a step closer, leaving only about five inches between them. She must have been about a foot shorter than he was and he found that he liked how small she was in comparison.

He could protect her;

Command her.

Y/n’s delicate hand slid down his firm, bulging bicep to his forearm, lingering there while his arms stayed limp. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but she’d pushed him away more than once and and he was too scared to take the risk again.

“How do you know?” He knitted his brows, using the light of the street lamp nearby to aid in searching her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but Andy thought he’d know when he found it.

Y/n flashed him a faint, wistful smile, “I just do.”

He was going to lean down, just kiss her like he'd wanted to for so long, but something in the back of Andy’s mind- perhaps the guilt that came with the fact that he still wore his wedding ring- made him hesitate.

Suddenly, she wasn't Laurie's understudy anymore; she was another person. One who was so absolutely remarkable that it made him feel like he didn't deserve her. She was too beautiful, too good.

But he wanted to deserve her- he needed to.

Laurie's space needed filling.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar baritone interrupted their moment as a figure he’d seen for the first time that night stepped out of the pub. A tall, lanky frame with broad shoulders and a shock of tousled, dark hair.

Upon seeing him in the doorway, Y/n immediately pulled away, though not in a fashion that suggested the action was born from guilt. Instead, it was so she could reach for him in what seemed to be an instinctive fashion. “James,” she grinned widely- wider than she ever had with him- and as the man fell into step beside her, his arm went around her waist, “This is my boss Andy.”

James offered his hand, which Andy reluctantly took, though only to keep up a polite appearance, “Andy, this is my fiancé, James.”

Fiancé?

What?

Stuttering, Andy cleared his throat and as he shook James’ hand, he searched for Y/n’s, only to realize that she’d placed it on the man’s back. She never wore a ring though, he would remember that. He was certain that he would remember. “Fiancé, huh,” their shake ended firmly and James slipped his hand into the pocket of his slacks, “I didn’t know.”

“Its the no ring, right?” Right, because what kind of engaged woman didn't wear a fucking ring? James laughed, glancing over at Y/n who was still beaming proudly, “I told you people would notice,” he teased.

“So what?” She giggled, finally turning her face back to address Andy, “We sent his mother’s ring to be resized and then the bridge broke.”

“I wanted to get her something temporary,” James chimed in, still gazing down lovingly at his betrothed.

“But I thought the money would be put to better use as part of a down payment for a house.”

“Cause she’s the smart one,” James joked leaning down to peck the side of Y/n’s head, and as the pair- couple- carried on with their lighthearted banter, Andy could feel himself sinking deep into a potent combination of jealously, rage and heartbreak.

After a few minutes, it was almost as if they'd forgotten that he was there, preferring to keep each other occupied in easy conversation. It didn’t matter though, in a way, Andy had already left. He was too consumed by the uproar inside, the collection of feelings that he had just realized came complete with a neat little term; betrayal. Y/n had betrayed him; led him on, introduced him to this silly little fantasy that she could save him from his demons, made him fall for her, only to pull the rug out from under his feet at the very last second.

What kind of person doesn’t mention that they’re engaged?

Their words, coupled with the environmental noises surrounding them faded away, ushering in the distinct sound of water in his ears. Andy felt like he couldn’t breathe and the crushing feeling of losing something special was like a sucker punch to the gut.

He couldn’t believe she would do that to him. He couldn’t believe he trusted her, after everything he’d put into her.

They’d worked together for a year, shared countless little moments. She’d been so outright with her flirtations; the way she’d touch his hand and let him take hers, their lingering hugs after he’d walk her out the building before heading to his car, that coy smile she’d flash him when he helped her into her coat and the way she bit her lower lip while he spoke.

She loved him, she had to. Andy could see it in her eyes.

It was so obvious, she was such a fucking tease.

With a mumbled excuse, Andy left, though it wasn't to head back into the bar. Turning away, he trudged down the sidewalk, fist clenched around the neck of the half empty bottle and jaw taunt with fury. With one hand slipped into his pocket, he dragged himself towards his car, parked at the end of the block, and as he did, one though rose above the ashes in his mind;

He was going to get his wife back, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Two weeks later “I would invite you up, but its so late.”

“.......I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“This is my fiancé, James.”

As his head rose the waters above the water’s surface, he drew in a deep breath and tugged his swimming goggles off, dumping them on the ledge of the pool. Still breathing heavily, Andy folded his arms on the rough surface, lingering in the barren pool for a while longer. His swim was supposed to clear his head, giving something else to focus on for a while, but all it had done was given him an opportunity to ruminate on Y/n’s words.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to his arm as his breathing slowly evened. It was like he couldn’t escape her, the lies she told him, the way she made him feel before dropping that bomb on him.

How could she be engaged?

What did James have that he didn’t?

Licking his chlorine stained lips, Andy pulled himself out of the pool. Collecting his goggles off the ground, he strutted over to a bench, where he’d left his towel earlier, slinging it around his neck before heading over to the locker room. It was still early, so with the exception of a couple janitors and security guards, the place was empty and because it was a weekday, it would be for another couple hours- not many went swimming at five am on Wednesday mornings. He preferred when it was like that; hollow enough for even the softest echos to remain unhampered but more importantly private. That hour in the pool, with his head under the water and only the sound of practiced strokes filling his ear, was his and Andy wasn't particularly fond of sharing.

Stepping into the shower, Andy turned on the hot water, the warmth raining down on his back a stark contrast to the bone deep chill that the unheated pool had carried. For a moment, he leaned forward, flattening his palms against the white, tiled wall. As the spray beat down on him, reddening his skin, Andy cast his head down and let his eyes slide shut.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, it must have been a while because eventually, the sound and sting of the water helped him empty his mind. He could have likened the sensation of falling asleep; slow and then all at once, and for the first time in a while, he was at peace. He wasn't angry at Laurie, Y/n or the world by extension, he wasn’t hurt that she’d led him on. He was just breathing; in, out, in, out…..

The subtle patter of footfalls in the water was so soft that Andy was almost positive that it was just something his mind had conjured up, but then, the pair of hands settling on his waist and slipping forward to lock in front of his stomach was not. He could feel the warmth- more gentle than that of the water- behind him. Soft breasts pressed to the center of his back and soft skin flush against his.

In.

“What are you doing in here?” He rasped, swallowing thickly.

Her lips on his spine electrified his nerve. “What do you think I’m doing here?” He could feel her breath on his skin, and the rhythmic beat of her heart was slower than the erratic pace of his.

“I don’t understand,” Andy managed despite his mouthing excitement, “How’d you know I’d be here?”

Y/n chuckled, the sound quiet and sultry, “You ask so many questions,” she taunted, kissing his back again, “I know everything about you, Andy.”

Flattered, he huffed. Removing one of his hands from the wall, he reached past himself for her thigh, pads of his fingers pressing into her flesh. “What about James?” He peered as one of Y/n’s hands crept down the toned plane of his stomach, inching towards his crotch.

“Stop talking,” she breathed, circling her lithe fingers around his semi-hard shaft, “Just enjoy the moment.”

She hadn’t started pumping yet, and desperate to lay his hungry gaze on her, Andy’s eyes snapped open and he turned around hastily. “What the fuck,” he elicited in a harsh breath upon discovering that Y/n was gone- or perhaps more accurately, had never been there. “Shit,” he hissed, swallowing thickly and running his hands through his soaked hair. Andy didn’t think his imagination had ever been that vivid, not even when he was an embarrassingly hormonal teenager that kept a stash of magazines tucked away under his bed.

Frustrated with himself, and a little embarrassed, Andy switched to cold water and finished up his shower, eager to get out as quickly as possible. When he was through, he wrapped his towel around his waist, collected his things and hurried towards his locker, eager to get dressed and get out;

He needed to do something about his…dilemma before it drove him to insanity.

Hurriedly, he dried off, pulled on a clean, dry pair of boxers and then pants. He was just reaching into his gym bag for his dress shirt when, before he could lay his hand on it upon reaching into his bag, his phone went off and realizing that he hadn’t checked it since dumping it into his bag about two hours earlier, Andy snatched it up.

Unlocking the screen, he ignored all of the other notifications- most of them work related- in favor of an email from an ordinarily unassuming address. One of the gray area detectives at the local precinct, the sleazy kind that was willing to use his connections at a cost.

It paid to have people in the right places, and sometimes, if you paid those people life was a little easier.

Tapping the notification, he opened the email and because there wasn’t any body text, he went straight into the attached file. At first, most of its contents were made of of things he’d been able to find out on his own;

A NYU educated software engineer from Washington. Came from good parents, a teacher and a dental hygienist and he had a sister who was a yoga instructor. He and Y/n had met at grad school and they’d been engaged as of three months ago.

A few screen capped social media posts that Andy had already skimmed though an account he’d made specifically for the purpose were included and there were also copies of academic certificates that he had absolutely no interest in. Andy was about to count his three grand as wasted, there didn’t seem to be anything that he could weaponize to get Y/n away from James in there. The man was the squeaky clean poster child for the kind of guy every parent wanted for their daughter. Just as he was about to close the file though, he managed to scroll far enough to discover something that would have never been able to get on his own, at least not without using more…..legitimate and traceable channels.

Temporarily forgetting his former task of getting dressed, Andy sank down next to his bag on the long bench that populated the area between the rows of lockers. Gnawing on his lower lip, with one elbow pressed into his thigh as he leaned forward, he allowed himself a little more than just a quick scan of the pages and as he did, the first inklings of a silly little idea bloomed in his mind;

Maybe it wasn’t about what James had that he didn’t; maybe it was about what he could give Y/n that James couldn’t.

Tagging: @polytheatix @wintasssoldier @sapphire-rogers @ambreds @patzammit @sarahdonald87

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #defending jacob #cevans #prettier when youre mine

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theycallmebecca · 1 year ago

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The Slumber Party Bingo!

Here's my bingo card for the August & September 2023 Bingo event @the-slumberparty

Links to my creations will be below the keep reading

Bingo Check Off (O's = not done; X's = done, X's = bingo)

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Row 1

Coworkers

Apron

Wedding Party - Drabble: Wedding Proposal - Steve x female reader, PG

Airplane Sex - Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star - Ari Levinson x female reader, R - warnings: semi-graphic sex

Lumberjack AU - Moodboard: Lumberjack Ari

Row 2

Hiking in the Woods

Online Dating

Rockstar AU - Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star - Ari Levinson x female reader, R - warnings: semi-graphic sex

Road Trip - Moodboard: Road Trip with Cole Turner

Masturbation

Row 3

Sports AU - Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught - Cole Turner x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

Breeding

Writer's Choice

Family Reunion - Moodboard: Catching up with Chris & Bug: A Few Years Later...

Truth or Dare

Row 4

Cock Warming

In the Pool

Divorce

Night Club - Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught - Cole Turner x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

College AU

Row 5

Ex-Partner

Massage

Librarian

Theatre - Drabble: Much Ado About Nothing - Andy Barber x reader, PG

One Night Stand

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 1 year ago

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Wonder if in Defending jacob Andy cheats on his shitty wife lorey with his firm coworker y/n another fellow lawyer

I have a feeling he would.

But my headcanon is that it'll be an enemies to lovers type thing... Andy, who's marriage isn't in the best or right place, doesn't like the idea of falling for anyone. Because he feels like he can't trust himself to make a good judgement on that.

Meanwhile, Y/N would just be trying to do her job, unfortunately she didn't expect to have feelings for Andy, Who is unfortunately an asshole😅

At some point, the sexual tension would make itself known, and there would come a time when it would boil over. And it would feel right, despite how wrong their situation might seem...

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worksby-d · 1 year ago

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They Can't Take What's Ours

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You overhear some people talking about your and Andy’s relationship and you don't want Andy seeing that it bothered you, but he's too attentive.

Warnings: Age gap, established relationship, terrible coworkers, hurt/comfort-type vibes, sooo soft.

Word count: ~2,200

a/n: A lovely anon asked if I could write something inspired by Ours - Taylor Swift so this is my take on that <3

Divider by @.saradika

Your hurried steps come to a pause right outside the door to Andy’s office. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in, but can’t get yourself to let out more than a few shallow ones.

Normally you’d be elated to have an excuse to see him for a few seconds in the middle of the day, but you know as soon as you walk in his face will drop. You can only conceal so much from him. He knows you too well and will see your bad day written all over your face, even if you are somehow able to muster a fake smile real quick.

Walk in, grab what you need, and walk out, you tell yourself.

Someone turning the corner into the hallway you’re stalling in is your final push to finally walk in so no one else passes you and wonders what you’re doing outside his office.

Your eyes are on the ground, but you hear his voice, telling you he’s on the phone. You’re able to let out a discreet breath of relief as you reach for the file you came for and quickly turn to walk back out.

The doorway is within reach when you hear him tell whoever’s on the other end of the call that he needs to put them on hold for just a moment.

“Y/N?”

It’s not like you to be in such a hurry with him. He caught a glimpse of your face and just needs to know you're okay.

Overly conscious of the fact anyone could be in earshot, you answer with, “Yeah, Mr. Barber?”

He knows for certain now that something's off since you didn't just use his first name. There’s zero reason for the formality right now.

You avoid turning back to him, but he’s a step ahead of you, making his way across the room to gently grab you before you can walk out. He swiftly closes the door so there's no chance of anyone seeing you guys.

“Stay, please,” he asks, letting go of you for just a second so he can step back to his desk to pick the phone back up and let them know he has to call them back.

He waves his hand for you to follow him into the meeting room connected to his office for a better sense of privacy.

“What's wrong?”

The concern lacing his voice makes you feel bad, and you know he'll stand here with you all day if he has to to get something out of you.

“I'm fine,” is the best you can offer.

You haven't allowed your eyes to meet his once though. He brings a hand up, using his fingers to gently move your head so you're finally looking at him. Your eyes look puffy and your makeup looks different than it did this morning, like some has been rubbed off.

“Have you been crying?”

“Can we talk about it later, please?”

He pauses. He doesn't want to wait until later. He wants to help make you feel better now.

“I promise I'm fine, I just need to get back to work.”

A small defeated frown tugs at his lips.

“Okay… Later,” he says softly, but it's stern too. He’ll hold you to that.

He leans to give you a quick kiss before walking you out, but you turn your face so his lips land on your cheek.

He holds back from pressing it any longer though, following as you walk out so he can open his door for you.

“Meet me back here later so we can decide where to have dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” you nod, forcing a small smile before leaving.

He’s never ready to leave on time, so you walk into his office quietly when you come back at the end of the day, not wanting to interrupt anything.

“Hey…” You speak softly to get his attention.

He looks up right away, greeting you with a smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”

His glance lingers, taking in the sight of you looking better than when he last saw you. Your eyes aren’t swollen anymore and you’re not so tensed up.

“I knew you wouldn’t be ready to go yet,” you laugh a little, closing the door behind you before making your way across the room to sit on his lap.

“You know me so well,” he teases. “I’m almost done, I promise.”

Truthfully, he’s not getting any closer to being done, only pretending to finish up while he waits for you to address the elephant in the room.

When you don’t say anything, he breaks the silence for you.

“It’s later… You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. “Not really.”

He has a hand resting on your thigh, holding you in place. He strokes his thumb gently telling you he’s ready to listen.

“I overheard some people talking about us today when I walked by one of the breakrooms,” you start.

Finally looking into his eyes, you expect him to start asking questions, but his brows just knit together, waiting for you to go on.

“About how they don’t get us, assuming I’m somehow using you,” you recall. You wish you would have just walked away, but you couldn’t. “And something about you not being able to date anyone closer to your age because no one older than me would put up with your baggage, or whatever.”

“Who?” He asks quietly, but he sounds serious. “I’ll take care of it–”

“No, please,” you beg softly. “That’ll make it worse.”

“I don’t want anyone around here making you cry.”

“I know,” you chuckle, sniffling a little. “But you doing anything would just give them more to talk about.”

The look on his face softens, and he brings a hand up to wipe a few tears that escaped off your cheeks.

“It’s not like we’re all over each other. It just caught me off guard to hear anyone talking about us, I guess. I don’t know why they would be…”

You’re both conscious about keeping your relationship private at work. You’re aware that most people probably know you’re together since you come in together and show up to events together. But most days you go without seeing each other at all until you meet like this to go back home at the end of the day.

“Sounds like they need more work to do if standing around talking about other people in the building fits into their schedules…”

“Andy,” you laugh a little, shaking your head at him. “It’s okay. I don’t know why it bothered me so much.”

He lets it go, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead.

“I know what it’s like to hear people talking behind your back…” He says softly.

Of course he does. Anything you heard is minuscule compared to what he’s probably dealt with before.

He kisses the sympathetic look off your face. “I know what’ll make you feel better though.”

His hand leaves your leg so he can reach into one of his pockets, pulling out your engagement ring. He only proposed a couple days ago and you haven’t worn your ring at work yet, but you ask him to hold onto it for you so it’s not laying at home.

“Can I give this back to you?”

“Yes please,” you giggle, holding out your hand for it.

But he insists on putting it on your finger for you. “Let me.”

You smile at the diamonds glistening back at you, but it quickly fades as you look back up at him.

“I’m sorry I don’t wear it here yet,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He knows it’s not insecurity about your relationship. Your yes when he asked you to marry him a few days ago came out faster than he could have ever hoped for. It doesn’t cross his mind to question you over leaving it off just these few hours each day. He knows you like to keep things private, that you’ve never been one to overshare at work. It’s a wonder how he somehow broke through your guarded exterior all those months ago and became such a big part of your life.

“I love you.” You kiss his cheek and move to get up. “I’ll let you finish up.”

“No, this can wait,” he says, quickly tidying up his desk, and gets up behind you. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your hand instinctively finds his, intertwining your fingers as you walk out together. You freeze for a split second though. “Oh– We didn’t decide on dinner…”

“I got it figured out,” he assures, giving your hand a squeeze to keep you walking.

The car is quiet as he drives, your exhaustion from the day setting in now that you've gotten away from work. You let your heavy eyelids fall closed, only as a means of resting your eyes, but the way you jump when you feel Andy’s hand on your shoulder, you figure you did accidentally fall into a light sleep.

“We’re here.” He gently shakes your shoulder before getting out of the car so he can walk around to open your door for you.

You kind of knew where he was taking you based on the direction he headed when you left work.

Luckily, he and you share a favorite restaurant. You frequent it as often as you can, the staff always joking that you're keeping them in business each time you walk in the door.

You know something is up when the hostess at the front doesn't walk you to a table though.

“I know where we're going,” Andy winks at her and she just smiles, laughing at the questioning look you flash at each of them.

He swaps which hand he's using to hold yours so his other can rest on your lower back as he guides you to one of the secluded corners. None of the tables are being used except one that’s set nicely with some candles and already has glasses of water and appetizers on it.

“Is this for us?”

Andy laughs at how you do that thing again where you stop in your tracks and he gets tugged back too because he's holding your hand.

“How did you do this?”

“I asked them very nicely and promised a lot of big tips for everyone who helped set it up,” he explains, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you. “I called shortly after you were in my office earlier. I just wanted a nice evening alone with you.”

“You're crazy,” you whisper against his chest, letting out a small laugh.

“Maybe,” he teases, dropping his hands from your back to grab yours again to bring you to the table.

You pull him into the same side of the booth with you before he can pretend he doesn't want to.

As soon as you're settled, a waiter is greeting you guys, helping move the plate and set of silverware on the other side of the table to the side you're both on.

“Can I get either of you something else to drink?”

“Uh, yes,” you chuckle, definitely in need of alcohol after the day you had.

Andy orders a drink too and expects the waiter to walk away right away, but he looks back to you.

“Could I see your I.D. quick, miss?”

“Oh! Yeah–” You have to dig through your bag to find it.

“You don't wanna see mine?” Andy scoffs, joking with him. “What are you saying, man?”

“I mean, if you wanna show me yours too…” He laughs, holding up his hands as if to say by all means. “But I believe you.”

“Unbelievable–”

You playfully swat at Andy. “Leave him alone.”

Reaching across with your card, you tell the guy to ignore the pity party he's throwing.

He likes to joke about these things, but you can tell he goes through small bouts of seriously realizing he's getting older.

“Don't pout,” you tease, bringing a hand up to his face to physically turn his frown upside down.

“I'm not,” he grumbles quietly.

He pulls you closer and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling completely relaxed for the first time today.

“You know what bothers me the most, right?” You break the moment of silence by reflecting on why you were so upset today. “I thought about it on the way here.”

“What is it?”

“It's not about people talking about our relationship,” you shake your head. “I know what we have and it's nobody else’s business. But I hate hearing anyone’s negative thoughts like that about you. You're the nicest, kindest guy and it hurts to hear anyone doubt that or doubt that I'm the luckiest person in the world for being with you.”

“I do have baggage though…” He tries to joke.

“But that doesn't matter,” you chuckle. “Everyone does.”

“Don't you worry your pretty little mind about me,” he whispers, turning enough to urge you to lift your head off of him. “I don't care what they say.”

“I love you,” you smile, leaning to give him a kiss.

“I love you, too.”

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years ago

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Hands Off

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Neal tries to ruin the night for Andy and Y/N but that only did the exact opposite.

Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving)

MASTERLIST

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Y/N watched as the many different lawyers and their plus ones manoeuvred their way around the room of the lavish hotel that her lovely fiance’s employers decided to host one of their annual dinners. Andy had left her side to get them another glass of champagne but got pulled into a conversation with his boss and another gentleman, leaving her on her own for a bit.

This was her third year of accompanying Andy to this event and how they manage to outdo themselves each year boggled her mind. She’d wave and make small talk to the people that she did know, Andy’s colleagues that were friendly and kind enough to even start up a conversation. However, Y/N always tried her best to steer clear of a particular individual, Neal Logiudice.

“Y/N, you look more beautiful since the last time I saw you.” Y/N sighed beneath her breath before dragging her attention over to the man who managed to get on every last one of Andy’s nerves.

“Neal.”

From where Andy was standing, he had a direct view of his lady and the asshole of a coworker that he despises with every fibre of his being. He forced himself to focus on what his boss was going on about but he found himself tuning her off, his focus on his uneasy fiance and Neal who continued to make his advances. Andy’s fists clenched so tight at his sides that his nails were digging into the flesh of his palms, he’d draw blood soon if he kept that up.

“So Y/N, has Andy mentioned that he’s up for a potential promotion?"

"He hasn't but he did mention he had something to tell me so I guess that would've been it." Neal couldn't help but let his eyes roam the beautiful woman's curves that were on display for everyone to see, all thanks to the red dress she had on.

"How Andy managed to get you to go out with him still boggles my mind because you are so out of his league." Neal had inched closer to her and her nose turned up at the smell of liquor coming off of him. Y/N moved to take a step back, obviously uncomfortable about the direction this was headed, she didn't want to make a big scene out of Neal's drunken advances with everyone else in the hall space but Neal held her in place with a hand on her hip.

"Neal, you're drunk."

Andy was livid at this point, he quickly excused himself and made his way over to the asshole that had his grimy hands on his lady. Y/N was struggling to push the towering man away from her.

"Neal you need to back off before Andy-"

"You might want to listen to her Neal." The intoxicated man turned to face his colleague with his hand still on Y/N's hip. Andy wanted to rip his hand off his body and shove it down his throat for even laying a finger on her.

"Or what Barber? She could do so much better than you." Andy didn't plan on causing a scene tonight so he repeated himself again only to receive the same response from Neal, this time however, Neal shifted his hand to rest on the curve of her backside. Whatever restraint Andy had left snapped and he grabbed onto Neal's blazer and slammed him against the nearby wall, effectively gaining everyone's attention.

"You don't put your hands on another man's woman you prick! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The vein in Andy’s neck felt like it was going to pop. He was about to clock Neal one when a few of their colleagues pulled him off the man.

"You stay the hell away from the both of us, you hear me!" Andy was beyond pissed off and Y/N tried her best to get him to calm down.

"Andy let's go, Andy!" Andy threw a final glare at Neal's way, slipping his hand into hers before leaving the party. As soon as they stepped foot out into the cold night Andy stopped in his tracks.

"Hunnie?"

"Fuck! This wasn't how I wanted tonight to go. I was going to tell you about the promotion and we'd celebrate afterwards but that son of a bitch just had to ruin it." This entire situation boiled his blood and all Y/N could do was reassure him that it's okay.

"The only thing I'm upset about tonight is the fact that you didn't mention that you were considered for a promotion."

"I didn't want to get our hopes up but I had gotten the email confirming that I did just before we got here." Y/N pulled him closer to her by the lapels of his navy blue jacket and planted a sweet kiss onto his lips; his hands immediately finding her hips.

"Congratulations, you deserve it Mr. Barber."

"Thank you sweetheart."

"I know tonight didn't go like you wanted but we're going to skip to the celebratory part of the night." Y/N dragged her hands down his chest and stomach until they reached the waist of his pants. Andy held onto her wrist before she could even venture any further as they were standing out in the open and anyone could walk out at any given moment.

"What are we still doing here Barber?" Y/N put on her best seductive tone of voice, innocently batting her eyes at the man who was eager to get them home.

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The front door slammed shut behind them the same time Y/N discarded her heels on the hardwood floor. Andy wasted no time in pressing her up against the wall, kissing her with so much passion and lust.

Andy tangled his hands in her hair and tugged on it eliciting a moan from her, using the small window of opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Y/N undid his belt, button and the fly of his trousers, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. She smirked at his reaction to her wrapping her hand around his cock as she gently stroked him a couple times.

Y/N bit down on his bottom lip as she slowly dropped down to her knees. Smiling up at her man, she pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock that was already leaking precum from the pink tip. Andy brushed his thumb against her cheek, waiting for her to take him into her mouth.

With both their eyes locked, Y/N licked the head of his cock and Andy threw his head back from the contact. She trailed her tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his thick member before finally taking him into her mouth.

Y/N held onto his thighs as she began to bob her head, sucking and hollowing her cheeks with her eyes still trained on his face. He was a man who packed length and girth so she fit as much as she could into her mouth and stroked what couldn't.

Her underwear was completely soaked through at this point from seeing her man get all protective back at the function and his teasing on the drive home to finally having her lips wrapped around his cock. Andy gathered her hair into a pony and began rocking his hips hitting the tip of his cock at the back of her throat.

Y/N let him take control as tonight was all about him. Drool ran from her mouth and down her chin and neck while she massaged his heavy balls, edging him closer to his release. He pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

"I need to come in you baby."

"You will but I want you in my mouth first." His cock twitched in her hand as she continued to jerk him off.

"Y/N-" Andy didn't know how much longer he could keep this going with his erratic breathing and eyes rolled back into his head.

Y/N swallowed around him and that tipped him over the edge. Andy held her in place as he came undone, shooting his load at the back of her throat. He pulled out and Y/N gladly swallowed his release, she had some on the corner of her lips and he used his thumb to get it into her mouth. He groaned again as she sucked on his finger, circling her skillful tongue around it.

Andy leaned down to capture her lips in another lustful kiss, helping her up to her feet.

"We're far from finished sweetheart."

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beefybuckrrito · 3 years ago

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Guilty

Andy sees you out unexpectedly and takes you by surprise

Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a/b/o dymanics/omegaverse, minor stalking, oral sex (m receiving), p in v unprotected sex, fluff, and a hint of feelings 👀

Author's note: it is here!! A sequel to Ate My Heart with our beloved alpha and sassy omega reader, however this can be read standalone! I'm truly in love with these two and have more in mind for them. Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly encouraged and help motivate me to write more. Beta'd by the amazing @mjolnir-steve - thank you for letting me bounce a million idea off of you and adding in all of the commas 🤣

Andy threw back his head with laughter, clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath from one of his coworker’s jokes. Everyone at the firm tried to go out once every quarter to forget about work and just be people together. The table was full of jubilant betas and alphas as they had finished their meals and were onto their second or third drinks. Andy sat back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass and listening to the chatter when someone brushed by his seat. He froze. That scent. Your scent. What were you doing here? He watched as you hurriedly made your way over to a small table where a man was already seated. His brow furrowed as the man stood and pulled the chair out for you, anger beginning to simmer in his chest as he watched you smile at the beta. What were you doing with him?

It had only been a week or so since he had last seen you, had you sobbing on his knot. You had slept together numerous times since you first met. Sure, regularly hooking up didn’t mean you were exclusive, but he really meant what he said about you not being with betas anymore. Or other alphas. Or anyone else for that matter. He thought you knew he meant it, too. He clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, quickly firing off a text.

Andy 😈: Hey beautiful, what are you up to?

His eyes remained on you, waiting to see when you would read his message. You appeared to be in deep conversation with the man across the table from you, only stopping when the server arrived with your drinks. He watched as you thanked the server and took a sip from your glass, watched the movement of your throat as you swallowed it. His mouth watered. After what felt like an eternity of Andy shifting his focus between the casual conversation with his colleagues and you engaged with the man, he saw you finally picked your phone up. A smirk pulled at his lips at your wide smile, the faintest hint of brown sugar wafted under his nose in what he recognized as your scent when you were particularly delighted. His phone buzzed a moment later.

'Mega Cutie: Hi handsome ;) Unfortunately I am working. What about you?

He warmly smiled at your reply before his ears perked up to a peal of laughter shared between you and the other man. His fingers gripped his phone tighter. Were you really working? You wouldn’t lie to him, would you? He didn’t like the way the other man was so attentive to you, how he gestured with his hands while speaking and garnering your full attention. He didn’t like you being seen out with someone else.

Andy 😈: Dinner with the firm. No business talk for once.

Andy 😈: Isn't it late for you to be working? I hope the office is quiet. Maybe I'll come visit..

He would never admit it, but he was testing the waters. You weren't at work, but you didn't know he knew that. He grew irritated as you continued to intently watch the man in front of you, still deep in your conversation while you both ate. He narrowed his eyes as you quickly typed a reply, not even picking up your phone off the table.

'Mega Cutie: Yeah, it's really boring. Can't wait to be done.

Andy's nostrils flared at your curt reply. You didn't answer him. What were you doing going out with some beta and lying to him about it? You were his whether you knew it or not yet. He was pulled away from his thoughts when fingers snapped in his face.

"Earth to Barber. You good, man? You look like you're gonna kill someone." His colleagues inquisitively looked at him.

"Sorry, I...Just got a little distracted." Andy cleared his throat and downed the rest of his whiskey. He caught your movement of taking the bill from the server out of the corner of his eye, "Forgot I had plans tomorrow morning so I should probably get going." He pulled his wallet from his jacket and dropped a few bills on the table as he stood. He bid the table good night with a nod and briskly walked to his car.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he watched the front door of the restaurant. After just a few minutes, you exited with the man. Andy narrowed his eyes taking him in. He was about the same height as him, hair slicked back, and heavy stubble. He didn’t think those glasses were doing him any favors, either. His interest was further piqued when you both awkwardly waved as you departed, pleased that he didn’t have to see you hug or, even worse, kiss another man. He watched your hips sway as you made your way to your car, his phone vibrating a moment later.

'Mega Cutie: Finally headed home! How’s dinner going?

He waited a minute before replying, not wanting to seem too desperate.

Andy 😈: It’s good. Wishing you were here to keep my lap warm, though.

His reply instantly warmed your skin, and you decided to wait to reply to him when you got home, planning to send him a naughty picture or two to tease him while he was out. It was always fun to play with him, especially as a way to unwind from your seemingly never ending day of meetings. Your teammates had been making the latest project far more difficult than it needed to be with stupid mistakes. They were supposed to take you out for dinner as a ‘thank you’ for saving their asses while discussing the last part of the presentation, but even then, only sweet Dennis showed up because Mike and Jack bailed at the last minute. The two of you had a decent enough time wrapping up the four-person task that you managed to power through together and talked a little smack about your coworkers at the same time, but you were ready to lie down. Pulling out of the parking lot, you failed to notice the black Audi lingering a few cars behind you.

Andy turned the radio off, focused on your direction. Thankfully, you were staying on main roads so it was easy for him to blend in behind you. His heart thrummed against his ribcage. You had yet to invite him to your place, something about you wanting to keep your space free of "alpha stink" as you so affectionately called it. You always went over to his place by the end of a night together, your scent lingering in soft wisps throughout his rooms now. He licked his lips imagining being fully surrounded by your essence, in your private space, a neediness and longing heating his belly and stiffening his cock. He felt addicted to you at this point and needed you to know how badly he wanted to have your scents constantly mingling together. He would need to scent you all over to get any hit of that beta off of your mind.

You pulled into your designated parking spot and turned your car off, eager to shed your work clothes for yourself and Andy. You paid no attention to the sound of another car pulling in and a person coming up behind you, probably just a neighbor coming in at the same time. You opened the first of the double doors in the entrance, finally looking up to see Andy behind you as you went to hold the door, a soft gasp catching in your throat as the man towered over you.

"Hello, beautiful. Did you have a nice date?" He tried to keep his tone even, not wanting his temper to get the better of him. His nostrils flared as he took your scent in, your usual sweetness off as you also radiated surprise and something else familiar.

"Andy? What the hell are you doing here?" Your brows furrowed as you studied his stoic features. "What are you talking about?"

Anger. The same bitterness that swirled with your regular scent the night he followed you in the club. He knew he shouldn't be here without your invitation, but here he was.

"Don't lie to me, honey. I saw you out with him." He inched closer, walking you against the next door, "I thought I fucked you good enough to not think about anyone else. He did look a little like me so I'll give you that much."

You bit your bottom lip, staring up at the alpha while deciding what to say. At this point you weren’t sure if you should be angry or laugh, "A few things first, Barber. One, I wasn't on a date." You stepped closer to him, "Two, you shouldn't have followed me home." Inching closer, you narrowed your eyes at him, your chests now touching. "And three, it's a little cute when you're jealous."

Andy's eyes widened briefly, no one had ever called him cute before. He quickly set his jaw and looked down at your smirk, his face and neck heating up at being defied and called out. He leaned down, barely brushing your nose with his, “Oh, I’ll show you cute, ‘mega. Show you what cute sounds you’re going to make when you’re explaining to me what you were doing tonight.”

You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against his for a moment before turning away and unlocking the door to the lobby. “You sound like you’re going to punish me.” You push the door open and peer over your shoulder at him, “When it should really be you, don’t you think? Showing up unannounced and making wild accusations.” You nod your head toward the elevator, wordlessly inviting him in. “How do you plead, Mr. Barber?”

Andy was on you the second his last name fell from your lips, pushing you inside the open elevator doors with his massive body and caging you to the wall with arms on either side of your head. He watched you for a moment, that devious little smirk still holding strong despite the size of your pupils and the honeyed musk of your arousal starting to reach his nose. “Guilty, beautiful.” He grinned down at you, “Guilty of hating to see you out with someone else.” He bumped your cheek with his nose, “Guilty of coming here uninvited.” His breath warmed your neck as his lips skimmed the shell of your ear, “Guilty of wanting you all to myself.”

You did nothing to hide the soft moan his words drew from you. It was a powerful feeling, knowing the alpha wanted you so badly. His admission surprised you, but you were enjoying every second of it. “Thank you for your honesty.” You slipped out from between his arms to push the button for your floor, “But you’re still getting punished for the second count.”

“Well, what’s my sentence?” Andy slid his hands over your hips, much like he did the first night he touched you on the dance floor.

“That is for me to know,” You pushed your hips back, pride swelling in your chest at the feel of his erection against your ass, “And for you to find out.”

“Fuck, ‘mega.” Andy's head dropped back as you swallowed around his cock, your throat so wet and inviting. He looked down, watching your cheeks hollow as you repeatedly bobbed your mouth up and down his length, the mix of your saliva and his precum making the fingers you had wrapped around his base glisten. You looked so perfect, your eyes shining up at him under the dim glow of the lights in your bedroom. His fingers twitched, aching to push themselves into your hair and guide your motion, but he remembered what you mumbled into his mouth as you entered your apartment:

“Don’t touch me until I say so. If you do, you have to leave…”

You hummed as you took Andy down your throat again, your tongue reaching for his balls the best it could. Satisfaction and arousal surged through you as he dropped from standing to sitting on the edge of your bed, a slight shake to his legs as you continued to drive him closer to his peak. You loved the way he was staring down at you, slightly slack-jawed. This was the third time you had felt his balls tighten and you released him with a pop, letting him catch his breath for a moment before taking all of him in your mouth again.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Andy growled, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth. You kept bringing him so close, then taking it away from him. Still lost in your delicious torment, he failed to notice you stand up for a moment, taken by surprise when you shoved his chest to move him further back on the bed. He continued sitting up after he had swung his legs onto the bed, his breath ragged as he watched you climb up beside him.

“Down, boy.” You pushed on his chest again until he laid down. He wasn’t used to taking direction, and the uncertainty on his face made you feel like you were on fire. You peppered kisses and nips across his chest as you swung a leg over his torso, your dripping core sitting just above his belly. You dipped your head down to kiss him, your tongue swirling with his as you slowly dragged your pussy up and down the hardness sandwiched between you two. “Remember, no touching until I say…” Your voice was deeper with desire but teasingly sing-songy nonetheless. Propping yourself up with one hand on his pec, you reach back with your other to lift his cock off his belly and line it up with your entrance. A high whine from you and a low moan from Andy blended together as you slowly sunk yourself down on him, a primal itch of yours getting scratched at feeling so full.

“Fuck, ‘mega. Look at you taking me like that. Your pussy looks so good getting filled up.” Andy watched in awe as you took more and more of him, his fingers curling into the sheets to keep them from settling on your hips. The way your body was still arched put all of you on display for his hungry eyes. Typically Andy liked to be in charge, taking the lead and calling the shots, but something felt so right about your fingers digging into his chest, holding him down. This was the first time you had ridden him and he was sure this was not going to be the last. He pulled his eyes away from your torso and was struck by the way you were staring down at him, your eyes dark and concentration knitting your brows.

You rocked your hips slowly at first, allowing both of you to adjust to each other, but now you had settled into a filthy grind. The way Andy was looking up at you was simply sinful and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his balls. Your nails left marks on his skin as you started to change the pace, picking your hips up until just his tip sat in you before quickly sitting yourself back down again, earning moans from both of you. “You like that, alpha? Like me using you to fuck myself? It feels so good. You feel so good.” You avoided calling him by his designation, only ever teasing, but this was different and felt so right.

Hearing you call him ‘alpha” sent a jolt down Andy’s spine that went right to his cock. He growled and throbbed inside you, thinking about claiming you for his own. He opened and closed his fists in the sheets, wanting so badly to touch you and feel you on top of him, but he was trying to behave.

Andy's actions didn’t go unnoticed and you lowly chuckled as another moan poured from you. “Are you getting desperate to touch me? I’ll let you soon, I promise.” You lowered your head to nip at the shell of his ear, “But I do like being in charge of you.” You sat up again and started to bounce yourself on his cock, your head dropping back at the sensation of being perfectly filled repeatedly. You were playing with a lot of fire and you were enjoying it thoroughly. You reveled in having such a strong alpha who could easily flip you and take charge under your body, following your silly little rule that ended up punishing you both. You craved feeling his warm hands all over your skin. “Go ahead, Andy. Please touch me.”

In an instant, Andy was running his hands all over you, feeling your soft skin beneath his palms and fingertips. He loved seeing the way his touch made you further come alive, a greater desire seeming to burn in your eyes. He gripped your hip with one hand, now allowing himself to plant his feet on the bed and thrust up into you, and let his other hand slide up your body to cup the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your scent gland. The way your head instinctively rolled back to bear your neck to him made a low growl rumble in his chest. He wouldn’t mark you without your permission, but damn, was it tempting. He gently pulled you down to him, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips and trailing more down your jaw and neck, eventually laving his tongue all over your gland. He shushed your whine of protest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck as he lapped at your skin and sucked marks all around the spot you wanted most.

You cried out as you felt his mouth graze over where your hindbrain so desperately wanted him to bite down, your pussy clenching down on him, causing you to let out another whine while Andy continued to pound into you. His teasing had brought you so close, your breath was ragged as you slammed your hips down against his. “So good. My alpha knows how to make me feel so good.” Two more thrusts from Andy and you were coming, pulsing around him as you frantically ground down onto him.

You may not have registered the slip of your tongue, but Andy did and it took everything for him to see you through your orgasm and not come on the spot. He loved watching you come apart - your eyes rolling back, your lashes fluttering as your eyelids became droopy, the gentle ‘o’ your mouth made as your chest heaved. He wanted to see it over and over again. “‘Mega, you’re perfect for me. Oh, fuck, I-” Andy’s knot caught on your still quivering entrance and he gripped your hips tightly as he spilled inside of you, earning him watching you keen from the sensation before you collapsed on his chest.

Andy woke with the slightest start, realizing you were still on top of him. You both must have dozed off. He gently smoothed his hand over your hair on the back of your head, cradling you to him. He could get used to this, more than a few nights a week. Your soft exhales across his skin made his chest tighten in the best way possible. His knot had gone down so he slipped out of you, chuckling as you whined and stirred above him. "All tuckered out from playing with your alpha, hm?"

You lifted your head and grinned at him. "Yes, but there's nothing more I'd rather be doing." You wiggled your hips and threw him a playful wink, already missing the feeling of him inside you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you intentionally didn't correct him and the smile that spread across Andy's face told you he noticed. "A perfect way to end the night after dinner with one of my teammates."

Andy's eyes widened at your words, realization hitting him and his cheeks turned pink. You weren't on a date after all.

You giggled at the look on his face and you kissed his nose, "Maybe I should do it more often just to rile you up."

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 12

Summary: Andy invites you over

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dry humping, implied past sexual abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.1K

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Looking at your desk you sigh as you move aside one of the lavender pens. Reorganizing the color coded post-its, and look back at your computer. Creating a chaos in front of you, so you quit thinking about Andy. You liked Andy. More than liked him, you were falling.

And thinking of taking your relationship to a more intimate place terrified you. And you wanted it. And worried about it. And didn’t want to tell Andy the truth. And wanted him. Goodness, you wanted him so bad. No one had ever touched you like him. No one had ever made your skin feel tingly all over. No one ever came close enough to start taking those bricks out of your walls. No one, but Andy.

Each conversation with him saw that wall getting smaller, and you wanted him. Wanted him so badly that you were touching yourself again. “Angel?”

“Hmm?” You ask, forgetting the nonsense that was going on with your desk. Your coworker notices immediately, and taps her finger on your desk. “Oh, that. Uhh…”

“What are you avoiding?” You reach towards the mess of pens, but withdraw back. No. It was a distraction. It was so you didn’t have to think about Andy’s hands on your body. You didn’t want to think about his lips making a trail up your neck.

Your hand goes to the nape of your neck, and you scratch the area three times, “I like him.”

“The lawyer?” Majorie asks before she sits down in the chair in front of you. “Okay, so how much?”

“I want him to be the one.”

“Woah,” she whispers. Her eyes drift to your desk, watching your internal battle of trying not to move anything. “The new first.”

“Yeah. No. No, this is the real first. The first that counts. Marji — I think about him when I’m in bed. He takes his time with me. Everything is my…it’s mine — my timeline. He’s not rushed or pushed, and he hasn’t stopped talking to me. Me. The girl who is broken, and does things in threes, lines up everything perfectly, has my books in alphabetical order. And I love his daughter, and their family. I got to meet Amaris’ aunt and uncle in their home. And they’re so sweet. She…I feel like I’m like her.”

“Oh, honey, this is great. I told you there would come a man that would put up with all this, but also that you would know was worth it. Andy wants you. Not your body. That’s why he keeps talking. And meeting his family. That wasn’t weird?” You shake your head no. “She’s the one with the baby?”

“A baby that Andy adores. Marji that baby calls him Dede, and I get all tingly in my belly. Andy didn’t get to see Amaris grow up, but he gets to have this sweet angel of a niece, and that baby loves him so much. And…I don’t want anyone else to give him that.”

“Why? He’s a great dad. He’s…”

“I want to give him that,” you interrupt. It wasn’t an easy conclusion to come to, but you wanted to give Andy a family. You wanted to wake up next to him, and make him and Amaris breakfast. Have him hold your baby. “I’ve never…I didn’t think I wanted that. I didn’t think I would want to have sex with anyone. I never even got urges, you know? But then he touches me, and it’s exciting and scary, and…”

“Honey, it’s a new start. Remember that. You’re getting all this with Andy. Everything in the past doesn’t count. He’s your first,” with tears in your eyes, you slowly put your desk back in order. “You may never stop with your rituals, and need to put things in order. So much was taken from you. And now it’s time to give it to someone. Andy won’t take from you.”

“I really like him.”

“I can tell. Don’t let those butterflies go away. But also, don’t be embarrassed. Just let things happen. Enjoy yourself. I promise you that Andy is. So just get out of your pretty little head,” furrowing your brows, you wipe away the tears that you hadn’t realized were leaking down your cheeks. “Remember to breathe. Go with your gut. Trust yourself. And let things happen for you two. You both deserve that.”

“What are you doing now?” Andy smiles, laying back on the couch. This was the nightly routine. Once Amaris was sent to bed, Andy was calling you. “Wait, it’s Monday. You are washing your jeans. No, you’re folding your jeans.”

“I am. And what are you doing?” Andy flops down on the couch, and the moan he releases goes right to your core. The sound of his voice shouldn’t be that enticing. “Andy?”

“I’m bored. I wish you were here with me.”

“Amaris is there though.”

“But she’s asleep. She even had some sleepy tea that her Aunt Doll made her because she’s been having trouble sleeping,” you fold your last pair of jeans, and turn to look at the television.

“But The Bachelor comes on tonight,” you answer with a little smile. Already heading towards the door of your apartment.

“I’ve got a TV. I’ll watch it with you. We can go into the bedroom. If you’re comfortable with that. Amaris always knocks first. The living room is just in the open. I can make a little snack tray. And…”

“I’ll grab some wine.”

“If you drink wine, I’m not allowing you to leave.”

“I know,” it is what you wanted. You didn’t want to leave, and needed to hear that Andy wouldn’t allow it.

“Okay. Okay — Amaris is a heavy sleeper. She doesn’t get up with an alarm. I have to physically wake her up. And there’s always the guest room. You…”

“Andy, let’s have this conversation when I get there. You can drink your beer. I will have my wine. Make sure you put a few of those cookies we made in the oven. I’ll be right over,” this was it. Sort of. It was going to take baby steps, and you are well aware of that.

But having Andy in a more intimate setting has butterflies fluttering around all in your belly as you pull on some shoes. Packing a small bag of essentials, and you walk over to the mirror. Twisting around to look at your body. You could do this. You wanted him, and Andy would protect you. Andy would wait, and go at your speed. You took comfort in that. And of course, it could be nothing but watching The Bachelor.

He looks better at night. Out of the suits and ties, and just Andy. Your face sets on fire when he opens the door, no need to knock, and his hand slides around your waist. Leaning forward he gives you the softest kiss to your lips, starting to pull away, but you place a hand on his cheek, continuing to hold the embrace. “Let’s…let’s head to the bedroom.”

Andy looks up the stairs, waiting on you to fully walk in before he guides you to his bedroom. It isn’t the most sexy set up, but it’s cute. A bed tray with a few snacks, wine glass for your wine, even a few beers. Pillows looking all nice and fluffy, and it is the most romantic thing you have ever seen.

“Andy, this is perfect,” you beam up at him. “Which side is yours?”

“It doesn’t matter,” an eyebrow cocks up as you stare at him, and he chuckles, “The right side. It’s closest to the door. It’s this thing.”

“It’s protective,” your eyes roll up to meet him, and that cool blue color of his irises have you looking away again. “So have you ever watched The Bachelor?” You climb onto the side of the bed furthest away from the door, and give the other side a little tap. “This season hasn’t been on long, but I know exactly who I want to win.”

“Who’s that?” Andy climbs in beside you. Popping a top off his beer, he looks at you as you stare at the tv. You are absolutely stunning when you’re not made up. Nothing about you looked professional, and even your demeanor is different. There isn’t this need for ultimate control. And you’re comfortable. Legs curled up, and leaning back on a pillow when you look up at him. “Who are you wanting to win?”

“This…this girl he keeps calling Bella. I think it’s short for bellisima. It means…”

“Beautiful,” Andy whispers. Your eyes coast around his face, landing on his lips, but then you flinch to look back towards the tv. Why was this so hard? “How about we make this our normal Monday?”

“How so?” You wouldn’t mind coming here on Monday’s to watch the show with Andy.

“Well, we can place a bet on who is going to get the final rose. We just hang out in the bed, drink, and have snacks. Spend time together. And you stay the night. I…we,” he takes a deep breath, pausing the television, and reaches for your hand. With a little nod, he fully takes it in his own. Thick fingers that have the most gentle touch, intertwine with your delicate fingers.

“We’ve been dating for a while. And Amaris knows something is up. I would like to include her a bit more. She loves you. I…what do you think? Maybe Tuesday morning breakfast together before school? Not this time if you don’t want to. But I do make a really mean pancake.”

The hand that isn’t being held moves on its own, and starts to rub over Andy’s thigh. Amaris was a smart girl, and you both knew that eventually she would put it together that the two of you were more than friends. You were hanging out for more than just observing her environment. “Yeah. Yes. I would like to spend more time with both of you. I knew that when I went on that first date with you it was going to eventually include her. And I love…her, too.”

“Good. Now, let’s watch your show,” whether it was the wine or the fact that there was a bit of a shift in yours and Andy’s relationship, you aren’t sure. What you do know for a fact is that you feel safe. Comfortable. And you sink more into the bed and closer to him. “Why do you think Bella is the one for…who is this guy?”

“Nick Vaughan, he’s a music producer. Those two had an immediate connection. The other girls hate her. Nick seems to make these excuses to get time with her. Their chemistry is obvious. She just…”

“You’re right,” he looks down at his stomach for a split second, and only because your hand slides over his belly.

“What do you mean?” It was an odd statement. Andy didn’t know these people, but he was watching Nick and Bella.

“It’s the way he looks at her. Like nothing else matters. He got himself into this show and its rules, but he’s ready to end it. Because he just wants her.”

“Why — why would you say that?” Your eyes finally look up at him, and your hand starts giving his belly scratches. He gives you the warmest smile, and you want to crawl onto him.

“It’s the way I look at you. I just want you, nothing else matters. Because…” his adam's apple bobs, but his eyes never stray from yours. “I love you. And I don’t expect you to say anything to me. I just need you to know. We’re too deep, and I don’t want anything else. Just…I need you to know. It’s not just Amaris that loves you, and her loving you is such a huge bonus, but…”

“I love you, too. And I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anybody,” you need him. You need to feel him, and you want him to feel you. The hand on his stomach slides up his chest. Your fingers settling at the neckline of his shirt. There is an absolute need to touch his skin.

“I love you,” you giggle. It feels good. “I didn’t think it’d be that easy.”

“It’s that easy,” with his voice low, and raspy, he leans down to kiss you, and you pull him closer. Your lips are perfectly slotted with each other. Like the two of you are made for the other. Nothing had ever felt this right.

A wave of euphoria runs through your body as your skin lights up. A trail of chill bumps decorates your skin everywhere Andy is touching. You couldn’t get close enough to him. There is only one way to remedy this, so you sling your leg over him. Settling your weight down on his lap.

“I wanna hold you,” he whimpers into your mouth. Andy is still cautious of your comfort.

“Please, hold me,” your voice whines. His hands slide up and down your back, settling on your hips, and he pushes you down harder onto him. “Andy.”

“How are you feeling?” Breathlessly you answer, pulling away from his mouth. Your body is on autopilot. Searching for friction, and finding it by grinding over him. Nothing has ever felt this good. It is simple, but has so much pleasure.

“I want you to touch me,” he slides his hands up your stomach, cupping your breasts, and you nod your head, “Yeah, please,” your bralette was hiding nothing. Your nipples are poking through every inch of your clothing, and when Andy’s thumb barely grazes over your hardened bud, you shudder.

“You like that?” His voice is low enough to be a growl, and still you want more.

“I want your skin on mine,” his eyes lock on yours as he brings his hands under your shirt. The same motion of cupping your breasts, but you shake your head, “No, on the skin,” he slips his hands under the bralette, tweaking your nipple, and you stop your movements.

“I’m sorry,” he starts to move his hands, but you grab his wrists, shaking your head. “Angel, tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want it. I want it so bad. And I’m not where I should be, but Andy I really want you. I want all of you, but…”

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he presses his forehead against yours, and you start to gyrate over him. “There ya go. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh huh,” you mewl, and he gives you a quick peck. Rolling your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers, your motions start to quicken. His pressure gets hard every time you change your speed. The two of you working in tandem.

Keeping your eyes on him before it all becomes too much. It was so much. So much heat. So much pleasure. So much wetness. You could feel yourself making a mess, but it didn’t seem that Andy cared much. “You’re almost there, sweetheart.”

“Andy,” a whispered scream exits your mouth, and notice how fast you are moving on him. “Andy.”

“I’m here. You got me feeling so good.”

“Andy!”

“I know. I know, baby, just keep going. You’re almost there. I’m gonna come right with you. You’re doing so good. Got yourself feeling so good. Keep…oh fuck…going.”

“Andy! Mmm…Andy. I’m — I’m…I'm coming. Yeah, I am. Yeah. Oh god, yeah!” Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing like that had ever happened. No amount of touching yourself, and reclaiming what was yours. It was sweet, and filthy all at the same time.

With your forehead still pressed against Andy’s, you pant in between kissing him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” He airily asks.

“I’m…I’ve never been that wet before.”

“Honey, that’s not just from you. I came, too. There’s more to sex than penetration. You did an amazing job. And I’ve never came harder.”

“You’re just saying that,” he shakes his head no. He is holding back on something. “Andy, be honest. Be crass if you have to.”

“Do you not feel me throbbing? Or are you throbbing too hard to notice?” You aren’t sure you understand. This isn’t your area of expertise. “If you want to touch me with your hand, you can,” scooting back on him, the evidence of yours and Andy’s juices had created a wet stain on both your pants. “Hey, I like it. Go ahead. Use your hand.”

You lay a hand down on Andy’s crotch, and have to immediately bite your lip. He was heavy. So thick, and his pulse was pounding on your palm, “You did that. And it felt amazing. However, I think that’s all for tonight.”

“You want more.”

“So do you. We’re not in a rush though. That was perfect, and plenty for tonight. But I think we need to change out of these wet clothes. And actually watch your show. What do you think?”

“I like that idea,” Andy tries to be respectful when you crawl away from him. But everything in him is screaming to look at your ass. Seeing that pretty wet spot on your shorts that was a mix of the two of you makes him want to shove his fist in his mouth. There is an innocence that he wants to protect, but if that wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.

Grabbing your bag, because you came prepared, you skip into his bathroom, and he leans back on the bed. You are going to be the death of him. It was the first time all over again with him, and he needed to keep you safe during anything sexual.

Huffing out a breath, he hauls himself out of the bed for clean dry pants. Changing quickly because he wants to wait in the bed for you. Wants to hold out his arm, so you will cuddle up next to him. And seeing your smiling face as you walk out of the bathroom is more than enough for him.

He didn’t leave. Didn’t get scared. Andy was all in just like you are. There is still a lot to navigate, but he was worth it. You are worth it.

You snuggle up into his arm, and your hand finds its favorite place to rest, his belly. Andy turns the show back on, and you watch as this stupid little show makes you feel even closer to him. It was silly, but it was a way to open up about love. You were watching this show when Andy told you he loved you. And you loved him.

“Can — can I lay on you?” Looking up at him, he gives you a kiss to your forehead, nodding his head, and you lay your head on his chest. A steady, but a bit speedy sound of his heart relaxes you more than you could imagine. It feels safe. Loved. Perfect.

“Amaris,” Andy gives his daughter a light shake, and she buries her face more into one of her Squishmallows. “Amaris, you have a visitor this morning.”

“Who?” She shoots up in the bed, looking towards her bedroom door, and then back at Andy. “Is it who I think it is?”

“Yes, and…”

“I knew it! She’s here in the morning, and it’s not her job to observe me, is it?” Andy shakes his head no, and that permanent grin spreads over his face. He had the best sleep of his life. Could smell the breakfast that the two of you prepared together.

“So…you are dating?”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t tell me, why?”

“I needed to know that it would last past a couple of dates before I got you involved.”

“Why?”

Sighing, Andy sits down on her bed, and pulls her closer to him, “You’ve had so many changes in such a short time. I didn’t want you to get attached to her as my girlfriend, if I wasn’t sure it would last.”

“And now you’re sure?” He was. He had never been more sure about anything. Last night was perfect. For all the heartbreak he had been through, it was made up by you staying the night. “So you’re getting married? And she’s going to move in? And become my mom?”

“It’s still too soon for that. But she wants our dates and time to include you now. We’ve navigated the early stages of our relationship, and we’re comfortable enough, as a couple, to have you be a part of it now.”

“So I determine if you marry her or not?”

“Sorta. You and I are still new with this father daughter thing. But I never saw myself being a single parent. I want her in our lives. And if things don’t go well with all three of us, yeah. Our dynamic can’t be too off.”

“I love her though. I told you to date her. I want her here everyday. Because she makes me happy, and she…daddy, does she make you happy, too?” You make Andy so happy. But even more so, he felt at ease. He wasn’t overthinking anything. Things felt right. “Then I don’t see the problem.”

“We’re new, sweetheart. But right now, let's get you fed so you can brush your teeth, and get dressed for school, and we’re taking you to school this morning. Both of us,” Amaris leaps out of the bed, and starts to run down the stairs. Getting there as soon as you have all the plates set down at the bar. Wearing actual clothes because you weren’t ready for the conversations of sleepovers with her dad.

“Good morning, Angel,” she giggles, crawling up into a stool. “Daddy makes the best pancakes. He has a secret ingredient, but he won’t tell me what it is.”

“I do, and I still refuse to tell you,” he responds, stepping behind you to get to the coffee pot. His hand skims your back before you take a spot on one side of the little girl. “Angel made the eggs though.”

“They’re extra fluffy. Do you have a secret ingredient, too?”

“I do. And I won’t tell you.”

“It’s sour cream,” Andy’s whispers into her ear as he sits down beside her. “Would have never thought about doing that.”

“They’re delicious. I need a recipe that has a secret ingredient.”

“Your dad puts a bit of sprite in his pancake batter.”

“Oh, I like the two of you together. Telling secrets. Okay, okay, my turn; I added cinnamon to the chocolate chip cookie recipe we made the other day. That’s why it tastes different. Just a dash.”

“I’m going to have to keep you girls safe. Everyone is going to know all our secrets, and won’t invite us to parties for our recipes anymore,” Amaris snorts as she stuffs a bite of pancakes into her mouth.

It was enlightening to look between the two of them knowing that all of you did not have traditional family homes. Andy might not have grown up in the system, but he had a single mother. Amaris may still be young, but she was old enough to remember. It was a band of people who were often forgotten, and yet now it felt like a family. This felt right. And it scared you.

There isn’t anything in the world you wouldn’t do to make sure that Amaris didn’t grow up the way you did. You wanted her to have a good and happy home life. One where she was safe, and could trust the people she was around. And you wanted Andy to get his family as well. And somehow in the process you were getting a family.

“How do you like daddy’s pancakes?”

“They’re delicious. His secret is safe with me,” Amaris’ head looks between you and Andy as you share a lingering gaze with him. The urge to touch him is strong, but a child separated the two of you.

“Do I get to go on the next date? Maybe we can go mini golfing. Or to the aquarium. Oh! We could go to a Bruins game. Just whatever it is, can I go, too? Please, pretty please?”

“Amaris, go get dressed, and we…”

“I think a Bruins game sounds perfect,” his eyes flick up to look at you, mouthing thank you. “Maybe sometime soon.”

“Yes! I love you daddy. Love you, Angel!” She screams, jumping into the floor to ready herself for school.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I’m not just dating you. She should be included. If this works out, she’s part of this equation. And I enjoy being around her. Seeing these things through a child’s eyes. And I know someone who works at the Garden. So I can get us tickets, and we can have a group date.”

“And I’m going to kiss you before we get our little audience, okay?”

“Okay,” whispers out before his lips touch your own with such tenderness. It feels like the start to the rest of your life. There is comfort in this homey familial vibe of today. This could be your every day. Everyday with them.

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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Set the Bar

Pairing: Bartender! Frank x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep! Andy x Bartender Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Part 5 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Low Bar.

Word count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, lying, deception, seduction, dub con around eating food. Coworker relationship, roomies, and there was only one bed!, flirting, teasing, jealousy, cheating, crying kink, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, spit play, oral (m/f receiving), cum play and eating, breeding kink.

A/N: I think there are just two more parts to this series folks. Let me know if you like this one. 😃

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You passed out, white girl wasted, on your friend's couch without texting Andy. When you woke up at 7 am, you saw a message at 2 that morning.

Call me.

Your heart raced a little bit and you phoned him right away.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I passed out on Ozzie’s couch.”

Andy didn’t particularly like your friend, but at least you were safe.

“I’ve got to leave town. For a couple of weeks.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’ve got some things to do in Connecticut. Some legal matters.”

You knew that Andy’s father was in prison in Connecticut, and that he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, that’s just over an hour away. You can commute.”

Andy sighed.

“No, sweetheart. I need to do this in person. I also need to compartmentalize this. I’m going to just call it what it is.”

You were silent for a long while, then you said, “Let me come over…”

“You do need to come to my place, but I’m already gone. Stay there while I’m away .I’m going to need you and Frank to hold The Bar down. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, anything… But I can just stay at my…”

Andy cut you off.

“No. It will ease my mind if you and Frank stay there. In case something happens.”

You paused.

“Me AND Frank?”

“Yes. I told him to take care of you. And The Bar. He’ll get you anything you need.”

You thought about it again. Being a business owner was a 24 hour job. But you would do anything for Andy.

“Okay, Andy. I’m just going to go home and take a shower and pack a bag.”

Andy chuckled.

“You can take a shower at my place, you know. I just want to get that text from Frank that you’re okay.”

You bristled.

“You don’t trust me, Andy?”

“Oh, I trust you more than you know. It’s just that Frank sees you a lot like I see you. He loves you..”

“I love him too, Frank’s a dear.”

Andy didn’t bother to correct your friendzoning of Frank. You’d find out soon enough. Meanwhile, you thought it was sweet that Andy (And Frank?) were being so protective.

You sighed.

“Okay, I’ll be over there, ASAP.”

“Good. Oh. And help yourself to anything in my place while I’m gone. Anything your heart, mind, and body desires.”

Andy must be stressed, you thought, he was being weird.

You just laughed a little and replied, “Sure thing Boss.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

By 9 am, you were using the hidden key to unlock Andy’s door above The Bar. As you got your stuff inside, you were greeted by a sleepy, bare chested Frank. Gray sweatpants were hanging off of his lean form.

Frank wasn’t as buff as Andy, but he was beautiful.

His dark hair was adorably messy, unruly even, as if someone had been grabbing it all night. Your eyes swept down from his hair to his torso to his shoulders, chest and nipples, to his abs and his pronounced v-cut. Then you saw the bulge in the grey sweats that looked suspiciously like Andy’s.

“Hey Baby Doll! I see you made it. Let me get my phone and text Frank.”

You followed him back in Andy’s bedroom and watched Frank retrieve his phone from the bedside table, on the side of the bed on which you usually slept.

Hold up.

Frank had slept in Andy’s bed. But where did Andy sleep? Your heart sank when you thought that Andy must have been up all night worrying about you.

“Did you have a woman in here, Frank?”

Frank laughed.

“Andy told me that you’re the only girl allowed in here, Baby Doll. And I agree with him.”

“Hmpphhh.”

You didn’t quite believe him, but whatever.

“I… uhhh, I have to take a shower, sooooo.”

Frank was looking down at his phone, but not moving.

“Go ahead.”

Frank was being so weird. You went into the living room to grab your bag, got out what you needed and took it in the bathroom.

You were going to have to talk to Frank when you were clean. There needed to be some boundaries if you were going to be roommates for two weeks.

You relaxed under the hot stream of water, your hands beginning to go between your thighs imagining Andy pleasuring you when you heard Frank in the bathroom.

“Baby Doll.”

You jumped, almost slipping on the wet tile.

“What is it?”

You grabbed the shower curtain and wrapped it around you as you peeked out at him.

“Just bringing you some towels.”

Frank smirked and looked at the outline of the curtain around your form.

You closed the curtain and retreated back into the shower spray.

“Thank’s Frank. Just leave them on the counter.”

You heard the door close and then you resumed soaping yourself, nipples achingly hard now.

You got out to the sound and smell of bacon cooking. You were trying no sugar, red meat or pork, but bacon was your weakness. You sat at the bar and watched Frank cook, his hair a little tamer, as if he’d run his hands through it.

“Are there any eggs? Andy always makes me omelets.”

Frank looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.

“In case you haven't noticed. I’m not Andy.”

He turned around toward you and handed you a plate of french toast with bacon. With loads of powdered sugar. And it looked so good.

“But I can still feed you.”

You tried to ignore the way he said that.

“I… “

You looked down at the plate and then up at Frank, those eyes dancing with mirth.

“...Don’t do bacon… or sugar.”

“Why? A little bit won’t kill you. Do you like how it tastes? The feel of it in your mouth. The way it goes down your throat?”

Frank smirked at you, watching you squirm.

He’d said that line to you in his countless fantasies.

Sometimes, in his head, he said it when you were sucking his dick. And sometimes he imagined asking you those questions while you deepthroated Andy. Frank shifted on the stool as he sat down beside you at the kitchen island.

He licked his lips and watched you almost roll your eyes as you inhaled the scent of the forbidden food.

“Fuck yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

You straightened up when he said that.

“I’m not…”

You stopped. You had to be trippin’.

“I’m just not doing sugar, red meat or pork.”

“Ok. You choose what you do. But don’t rule things out if you like them. Experiencing pleasure is sometimes worth it.”

You watched Frank take a piece of bacon and bite it. Then, he poured syrup over the toast, which already had sugar on it, and took a bite of that.

The syrup spilled from the fork and his lips and was soon dripping from his fingers. You were transfixed as he licked them, in slow motion it seemed, as his eyes were trained on you.

“I love eating. Brings me so much pleasure.”

You watched Frank’s tongue peek out and clean up his mouth.

“Fuck…” you paused. “...It. Fuck it. You only live once, right?”

You smiled and took a bite of bacon, moaning as you chewed the almost burnt smoked swine.

“Exactly, Baby Doll. Eat it up.”

Frank wanted to tell you to swallow and to check your mouth, but it was too soon. He fought to control his hard on sitting next to you, alone at last.

These next two weeks were going to be quality time.

You and Frank worked your asses off the next week. There was a lot more to running a bar than bartending and Andy was right, it was a 24 hour job. But you and Frank were a good team, developing an almost unspoken communication.

Every night you worked hard and then knocked the fuck out between 6 am (him on the couch and you in the bed) when you really finished with the deposit and getting everything settled. You barely had time to sleep and wake up and get ready before it was 2pm when you had to open.

You and Andy texted everyday, but you didn't get to talk to him. And it was ok. You were just glad that it made him feel better that Frank was there with you. Anything for Andy.

One night, you sat on a stool after closing time and rubbed your feet.

“This week almost killed me. I’m going to sleep in so hardddd tomorrow!”

Luckily, it was Sunday, and you didn’t have to open the bar again until Tuesday afternoon.

“Ok, do you want to sleep and eat tomorrow or eat and sleep?”

That smile.

You loved when Andy commanded you, but you also were loving Frank’s sense of humor and how he always gave you options with that cocked head and eyebrow of his.

“You said you’d teach me how to cook.”

“Oh. But there are so many things I’m going to teach you, Baby Doll…”

You called Andy while Frank showered that night to recap the week.

“I think that’s great, Sweetheart.”

His voice sounded so good.

“I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss you.”

You bit your lip as you waited for a response.

“Miss you too, baby. Just a few more days. Frank will take care of you.”

“Yeah. But Andy, I miss you. Miss your hands, your mouth, your cock. Frank can’t take care of that.”

Andy cleared his throat. He knew what you wanted. And he also knew what you needed.

“He can’t? Oh, I think you’d be surprised.”

“The hell, Andy!?” You couldn’t believe him.

“Listen. I don’t have too much time to talk. And I know that I’m possessive over you. But you really are free to do what you want.”

“Are you trying to end this relationship? Do you have someone else on the side? Why are you saying these things about Frank?”

“I am not trying to end this relationship, Sweetheart. Quite the opposite. I trust Frank to take care of you because he cares for you.”

You had no words.

“Why are you saying this, Andy? What is going on?”

“I’m saying that you can have anything that’s in my house. You can do anything you have a desire to.”

You were confounded. What was happening right now?

“You didn’t answer my question, Andy. Do you have someone else?“

He hesitated for a long time.

“I’ve gotta go. We’ll talk when I get back.”

You just stared at your phone when he disconnected and tried to dial him back. He didn’t answer, just sent a ❤️ emoji.

You sat on the couch in stunned silence. It felt as if you were in the middle of a whirlwind.

You stripped off your clothes and saw the t-shirt that Frank had worn all day. You climbed into Andy’s bed, wearing it. Strangely, it made you feel better. It made you feel less like setting fire to things.

“Baby Doll?”

Frank saw you, in his t-shirt, curled up in a ball, with your eyes wide open.

“You okay?”

You just grunted and felt the bed dip as he sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned over and saw that he was naked except for a towel, beads of water still on his skin. You turned back around.

“Andy. That’s what’s wrong.”

You looked up in his eyes and started bawling.

“Oh, hey. I’m sure it’s not that bad. You two just need to talk this out.”

Frank climbed into bed with you and pulled you against him, your tears mixing with the water on his skin. He pulled you close and rocked you, pushing his fingers in your scalp and massaging, trying to soothe you.

You stopped sobbing, and he pulled back to look at you. The tears were still flowing though. Your big, wet eyes and that pout about did him in.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cry, Baby Doll, shit.”

And Frank started kissing your tears away, kitten licks on your cheeks to catch your tears, and when his mouth got near yours, he stopped, pulling back again.

You looked in his eyes and lunged in for a kiss, shivering when you heard Frank’s moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. You pulled back.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t be doing this Frank…”

You fell back onto the bed and grabbed a pillow, slotting the king sized softness in between your legs. God, you were so wet.

You laughed, thinking it was ironic that you stopped yourself when Andy had his piece of whomever. You weren’t going to feel guilty about a kiss.

Frank was laying staring at the ceiling, trying to will his hard on away. He was just thinking that a pillow stole his spot.

You looked over at Frank and peeped the towel tent that Frank was making, leaning up on your elbows.

You were wet, he was hard. Seemed like a simple equation. Andy did say that maybe you should do something to feel guilty about.

“So Frank, do you happen to have a towel so I can finish what you started?”

Frank looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“I mean, finish wiping my tears.”

He still didn’t move, so you tugged on the towel around his waist.

“Can I?”

Frank smiled wide at you, trying to keep his cool when his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Do whatever you want, Baby Doll.”

Frank reached up and put his arms behind his head. You tugged the towel some more and unearthed the monster. Frank smirked at your small gasp.

If Andy was an oak, Frank’s cock was equally magnificent, but much different. He was thick, though not as thick as Andy, and long, with a very large mushroom cap tip. He was more like a majestic pine against the dark hair on his abs.

You licked your lips and didn’t know it. The weeks of tension coupled with how close you were to Frank this week made you almost desperate. Andy telling you to do whatever spurred you on as well. Fuck him.

How would he feel about you and Frank in his bed?

Well, maybe it was time to find out.

“I thought you were upset. What are you smiling about?”

Frank was teasing you as you lay on your back watching his dick pulse with his heartbeat, his shirt molding to your body, showcasing your ultra hard nipples.

“Your dick just makes me smile, Frank. Thanks for cheering me up.”

“No problem at all, Baby Doll. Any time.”

His eyes ran down your body and he thought he could see a full bush at your pussy. He needed to eat that raw.

“Are you wearing panties?”

You pouted up at him. “Rude.”

You weren’t wearing panties. You’d just stripped and put on his shirt. You didn’t know what you were thinking.

You found out as you watched Frank’s cock get a little wider, more blood rushing to the channels of his organ. His eyes continued down your legs, the hem of his shirt stopping halfway down your thighs. He wanted to reach out and touch, but this had to be all you.

You reached out and touched his face after tearing your eyes away from his dick.

“Is that uncomfortable Frank? Looks… Hard.”

You bit your lip and your eyes lit up.

Frank leaned his face into your palm and closed his eyes, any stimulation welcome. He felt touch starved for you, and this crumb you were throwing his way was everything.

“It is… so, so, so… hard…” He bit his lip.

You drew in a ragged breath, trying to find some logic left in any part of your brain that still had blood flowing to it. Maybe…

“Do you need to take care of that?”

You nodded down toward his cock.

“If so, I’d like to watch.”

Frank sighed, disappointed that you hadn’t offered to touch him. But glad to give you a show.

“Yeah.” His voice was pure sex. “But only if you join me.”

You nodded, your pulse rushing in your ears. The excitement was out of this world.

Frank sat up, adjusting the pillows against the headboard and you did the same, angled toward him a bit. He fisted his cock and pumped it loosely a couple of times before he stopped.

“I need some lubrication. Do me a favor, Baby Doll, and spit on my cock. Please.”

He looked at you, his mouth open and desperate. How could you deny him? You leaned over and spit on his cock, a long string of saliva connecting you and him. Frank shivered and cursed as he watched the spit drip from your lips.

“Fuck Baby Doll, you’re so fucking fine. I wish…. Shit.”

You hovered over him, wanting nothing more than to lower your mouth around him. But you didn’t. Then you sat back and watched as Frank pumped more vigorously.

“Tell me, what is your wish Frank?”

You trailed your hand on your own thigh, getting closer and closer to your apex.

“I wish… “

He groaned when your hand disappeared under your shirt, not giving him a view of what you were doing.

“I wish I could see what you’re doing right now.”

What you were doing was playing in your sopping wet pussy, using your wetness to lubricate your clit as you flicked it vigorously as you watched Frank make the shiny, pink, huge head appear and reappear in his fist.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Frank opened his mouth to breathe.

“Fuck, I think you’re using those fingers to fuck yourself, Baby Doll. Shit. And for some strange reason, I think that should be my job.”

He looked at you with those eyes and you shuddered, closing your eyes and arching your back. Frank’s eyes found your nipples through his shirt.

“Those tits, Baby Doll….”

You reached up with your other hand and started plucking them through the material.

Frank started grunting, the teasing too much.

“I wanna see. Please? Please can I see?”

You thought of Andy. For a split second.

And then you saw Frank’s jaw clench and his tongue sneak out to lick his lips. This feeling was too good.

You slowly raised the hem of the skirt and revealed what Frank had been dreaming of. First, your pussy with a well trimmed, but full bush, then your stomach, then, your breasts. You pulled the shirt all the way off to see Frank’s contorted face when your eyes were free.

“Holy mother of god. I’m gonna… fuck… just the sight of you….”

Your hand quickly found your pussy and your nipple again as you watched Frank on the brink of cuming. This was so hot.

“Yes, I wish those were my hands, Baby Doll. My lips, fuck, my cock in both those places. I’d fuck you real good, if you let me….”

You pulled your nipple and let your breast fall, watching the precum drip all over Frank’s hand. Then you tried to put your fingers in yourself as far as you could.

“Fuck, I would fuck you right, I would fuck you so good… Shhhhhitttttttt!!!!”

Frank came quickly when you saw your thighs quiver and you collapsed on the bed, pulling your hand away from your orgasm as you watched Frank shoot beautiful, pearlescent cum all over his stomach and thighs.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Frank barely had any time to breathe before you snapped and grabbed his hand, licking the cum off of it, and sucking his thumb, fellating it with your lips and tongue. In turn, he grabbed your hand and sucked your juices off your fingers, making you wet all over again.

“You taste so good Frank.”

You smiled and proceeded to lick every drop off his arm, and started on his thighs.

Frank could only just lay there at your mouth tortured his sould and his dick rose again coming to settle on his stomach again just as you reached it to clean him up.

You licked all around his cock, teasing him again.

“You’re a demon.”

Frank whispered as your tongue went everywhere but where he wanted it.

Finally, you licked his tip and encased it in your mouth, making Frank practically yell and push your head down immediately when you got his shaft in your mouth.

“HOLYYYYYYSHITTTT!”

You gagged around him and smiled, doing it over and over again until he thought he would cum again. When you went for his balls was when he reached down for your thighs and flipped you over on your back, making you release him from your mouth.

There were no thoughts right now, just Frank.

He dove for your pussy.

“I’m gonna eat this shit. Now.”

And he buried his face in your cunt, looking up for your reaction as you leaned up and watched him. He licked long and urgent stripes through your folds and sucked your clit alternately, so that you arched your back and almost stood on your head as Frank ate you out.

You were cumming within five minutes.

He sucked your clit through it, holding your thighs firmly with his hands, then he started again, immovable as you tried to move his head.

Frank stopped once to tell you what was up.

“Sorry, Baby Doll. You’re gonna have to take this shit.”

And your eyes rolled back in your head for your third orgasm of the night.

As you were still pulsing from that one, you felt Frank’s thick head breach your quivering opening, and his long dick slide inside you.

He started stroking, languidly at first, kissing you so that you could adjust to him and holding your face between his hands. He looked at you as if he loved you. You could feel it.

“One more?”

The question made you pulse and you mewled a small yes into his mouth.

That’s when he hiked your thigh up in the crook of his elbow and started pounding your cervix soundly, causing you to clench down around him.

“Holy fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined.”

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and lavished it attention.

“You feel better than heaven… shit, Baby Doll.”

“Fuck me, Frank!”

“Oh, shittttttttt!”

He couldn’t control himself as he felt the urge to empty himself inside you and bury you under the mattress. You were full of his cum when he lay atop you, finally spent.

“That was….”

Frank rolled off you and you both stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

You searched your soul and found that you felt no guilt. You did what you wanted to do, just like Andy said.

“Can I…?”

Frank was lifting your leg. He stared longingly at your pussy, his cum seeping out of it. He pushed some back in with his fingertips and sighed, thinking of Andy going in for sloppy seconds. Or licking it out of you. He shivered at the thought and sucked your combined fluids off his fingers.

He flopped back on the bed, and sighed.

“That’s fucking beautiful.”

You chuckled, thinking how different he was from Andy, but how complementary. You were thinking crazy thoughts of both of them on either side of you as you drifted off to sleep. Frank curled himself around you and slept himself.

Andy ended the facetime call that Frank had started when he set his phone up on the dresser. He had a great view of everything that happened, and now here he was, his own stomach covered in cum as he watched you two fall asleep.

Andy had to get back there.

Soon.

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hansensgirl · 4 years ago

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you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

A group of women erupts in laughter as they point at one of the ugly sweaters that their coworker wears. The man burns up with shame before grumbling off, making you furrow your eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, before grabbing a sugar cookie that you baked yourself. Little red sprinkles fall to the floor as you bite into the treat, the sound drowned out by the others.

The melodious voice of Mariah Carey starts playing and everyone cheers; you included. You quickly shut up, though, realizing how stupid you must look. Standing there by yourself, an elf costume on, stuffing your face full of cookies as you yell.

You find comfort in the numerous Christmas-themed treats — from sugar cookies to Rice Krispies, to cake pops. Your mouth salivates at the sight even though you just had a cookie. Everything is so irresistible… “Merry Christmas Eve!” A cheery voice calls from behind you, and your heart quickens its pace.

“Oh- uh, Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Mr. Barnes.” You stammer in shock, careful to not look up at him. You fiddle your crumb-covered fingers together, a habit that you have yet to lose. “No need to be nervous, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, grabbing one of the cookies that are covered in green sprinkles. It’s shaped like a Christmas tree, and it’s one of your favourites.

“Uh, yes, Sir!” You answer quickly and nervously. Undeniably, everyone knows that Mr. Barnes drips with eloquence and dominance. As soon as he walks into the room, everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Everyone vies after him, and he knows that. He knows that, and he just makes it worse and worse and- “Why’re you alone by the snack table, doll?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh well- I’m not overly friendly with the others- I mean I’m not rude to them! I’m just not close to them, that’s all.” You ramble nervously, wringing your hands. Bucky places a heavy hand on your shoulder and the butterflies in your start fluttering even harder and faster.

You struggle to look him in the eyes, those darned cerulean eyes that make you weak in the knees. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that… Have you been drinking, doll?” He asks you, and you choke on your saliva. “Oh I don’t drink, sorry if I’m being annoying…” You sheepishly apologize, realizing how out of line you must be acting. Truthfully, Mr. Barnes always has that effect on you.

“Uh- I should probably go see if everything is in order.” You say before Mr. Barnes can say anything else to you. “Happy Holidays!” You call out as you speed walk as far away your legs can take you. Three glasses of eggnog have you wobbling slightly but you’re determined to be far away from Mr. Barnes and the others.

In a way, they aren’t really your bosses. They’re just the CEOs and your boss is the head of the HR department. …Perhaps they are your bosses, but you’ve never really talked to them much. Mr. Bodecker’s temper always frightens you, Mr. Blackwood’s stare would always have you shaking, Mr. Barnes’s aura always makes you weak, and then there’s Mr. Stan himself. Everything about him sends numerous emotions through you and others as well.

You lean back against the wall and pull your phone out, sighing with a heavy heart. You’re not sure if it’s the heavy nostalgia of seeing Santa Claus sitting on a throne or the wallpaper on your screen but either one makes you tear up slightly. You already took photos of the party, and you’ve already sent well wishes to your friends, family and coworkers.

You look back up from your phone and try to decide whether or not you should scroll through your camera roll just to look busy to others. Whilst you ponder with your hazy mind, you accidentally lock eyes with Santa Claus. Younger you would’ve freaked out, but older you burns up with embarrassment. Suddenly, his white-gloved hand beckons you to him with a come-hither motion.

You point at yourself just to make sure because only you know how many mistakes you’ve made of thinking that someone was pointing at you. He nods and smiles, but you’re still not sure. Call it paranoia, call it anxiety, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to make a fool of yourself on Christmas Eve.

You’re still unsure, so you look around and everyone else is off getting wasted in the main hall. Shiny confetti crunches under your flats as you hesitatingly walk over to Santa. He flashes you a smile and maybe it’s the egg nog talking but his pearly whites look awfully familiar to you. A waitress crosses your path, like a deer suddenly crossing the road. The platter that she holds gets slightly jilted but the shot glasses of tequila survive and her too.

You stop her and grab a couple of shots, taking them down the hatch with no shame at all. Liquid fire claims your throat as you have no remorse for your future self who’ll be hugging a toilet in the morning. You cough and sputter as you continue your way to Santa Claus. “Merry Christmas Eve, little girl!” He cheers delightfully.

You giggle drunkenly, the kind of laugh that would make anyone fall for you. “Oh, so no ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ for me? Seems like someone is asking for coal, or maybe even a spanking.” He drawls in a slight country-Santa accent. Perhaps your ears aren’t deceiving you, but there's no plausible way that Santa Claus just said… that.

“Oh— uh— Merry Christmas Eve!” You whoop, before bursting out in another fit of bubbly giggles. He laughs with you, but only for a few moments before taking in your appearance. Though you’re drunk on tequila, a few sips of wine from before the party and eggnog, he’s aiming to get drunk on your aura. Quiet yet sweet, a nervous mess that only furthers your adorable-ness and amazing desserts.

“See something you like, Mr. Claus?” You question him, snapping him out of his daze. You wiggle your eyebrows to your best ability, but you’re no actress. “Well, maybe I do, little girl.” He winks at you, and you swear that you’ve seen him before. “Wait- Do you work here? Or did we just hire you?” You ask him, as though you’re interviewing him.

“Can’t hire Santa Claus, little girl.” He disappointingly clicks his tongue. You let out an ‘oh’ before letting out a small laugh. He smiles at you and you bite your lipstick stained lip. Your coworkers are chanting in the background but you choose to artfully block them out. Maybe you’re not choosing, and it’s just the alcohol doing its wonders.

“I’m not little, why are you callin’ me little girl?” You slur your words as you question him again. “You are a little girl, and I can’t believe you’re back talking to Santa!” He scolds you, making your eyes water. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and you’re doing the best puppy eyes that you can. “You been drinking a lot, huh little girl?” He asks you, turning the tables and you gladly let him.

“Yep! Gotta stay hydrated…” You tell him in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle. “Silly little girl, getting all drunk in front of her coworkers…” He chides, grabbing your almost flailing arms. He pulls you up into his lap with a grunt, even though it doesn’t take much strength. You’re immediately reminded of the way he used to sit you in his lap.

Spinning you around in circles at first, loud giggles and begging for them to stop. Perhaps it’s fortunate that the alcohol renders your mind fuzzy and you can only make out a few colour blobs. “Whaddya’ want for Christmas, little girl?” He teasingly questions, smoothing a white-gloved hand over your hair. “Hmm, I can have anything?” You ask him, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He nods, taking his thumb and lifting it to your mouth.

Oh, how he has the urge to just push his thumb past your lips and make you choke on it. “Well… I want a raise, even though I’m not all that worthy of the company… Just like my ex said, I’m easily replaceable. Oh! Can I ask for another thing?” You perk up even though your throat burns with sadness and your eyes are almost leaking.

Interested, Lee nods and drags his thumb across your rouge top lip. If he didn’t have a wife who drags him to makeup stores on the regular, he would’ve thought your lipstick was expensive. But it isn’t, because there’s no way your paycheck can afford a lipstick from Hermes or Christian Louboutin. “Can I know why my boyfriend left me? I know I may seem dull and quiet, but I have more to myself…” You sadly ask him, ashamed of how he abandoned you for one of your closest friends.

Lee’s heart breaks in two — making him question whether or not he had a heart after all. Insults had him believing that he’s heartless, but you’re making him question every fibre of his being. “I’m sorry about that, little girl. But what we don’t know can’t hurt us, right? Curiosity killed the cat, little girl.” He reminds you, talking down to you as though you truly are a little girl. “But satisfaction brought it back.” You sass in return, your voice cracking from the impending tears and alcohol.

“You need to listen to me, little girl. Your boyfriend doesn’t know jackshit about treating a girl like you right. He probably doesn’t even know where your clit is.” He scoffs abruptly. You lean in, listening to him as though he’s the wisest man ever. “Bet he can’t fuck that tight lil’ pussy a’ yours as well as a real man like me can.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

“Didn’t know Santa Claus had such a filthy mouth…” You tease him, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. He groans, his cock stiffening up inside his red trousers.

“But, before anything like that happens… I would really like to have a raise.” You say with a heavy-hearted sigh. Lee has the urge to grab you tightly and shove his big, hard cock into any wet hole of yours. “Alright, little girl. But you need to continue to be a good girl, or else I won’t be able to get you anything except for a spanking.” He warns with a faux-smile beneath his fake beard. You giggle and squeeze his thighs, almost like a wave goodbye.

You stumble off, probably to go pee or hurl your guts into a toilet. He watches as your hips sway with each step of yours. The sight fuels the thought of you grinding yourself on his cock as you beg him to fuck you. He notices the party has died down to just people humping each other to party songs. Grumbling, Lee pulls the awfully fake beard away from his handsome face. Before, he was cursing his luck for drawing the short stick to become Santa. But now, he’s glad.

He’ll talk to your boss about the raise, maybe along with a promotion. If only the others could mind their own businesses. Literally. He’s glad that he wore only a dress shirt and not the double-breasted suit Jane suggested for him. “You comin’ or what? We gotta’ make these deals before everyone leaves.” Bucky asks as he swiftly walks past Lee. Lee nods and starts to take off the rest of the obnoxious costume. Bucky puts no effort into stifling his chuckle, a known trait of his.

Bucky smooths his hair back, even though not one strand is out of place. His arm whirrs wildly and his fist clenches every few seconds. His stress symptoms were the worst, but they’ve never been this bad. It’s risky; the deal that they’re about to make. For months, they had been making secret bribes, forging numbers and signatures, and putting their employees in loopholes from their contracts. But this deal was the riskiest. Their plan was well thought out, all thanks to Charles, whose middle name might as well be devious.

He stands in front of one of the glass doors. His reflection looks back at him. Somehow, the dark look in his eyes becomes enhanced. His huge frame only makes him more intimidating, but he knows that no woman ever had a problem with it. Except for one. “You comin’?” Lee asks as he brushes past Bucky, mocking his words from earlier on. Bucky rolls his eyes like a spoiled rich kid because he is one.

Bucky buttons his suit jacket and exhales one last time. He walks to his right and pushes the door open with only a little bit of strength. Laughter from different men fills the room, along with thick tension and the smell of expensive booze. “Oh, look who decided to join us!” Ransom sarcastically jabs at Bucky. “Look who finally got laid. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get it up anymore, Drysdale.” Bucky sneers at him, pouring himself a glass of Dalmore 62.

Ransom grumbles a few curse words under his breath and a prideful smirk spreads across Bucky’s face. They all have their ties loosened, maybe even the top buttons of their shirts but nobody cares enough to look. All but Mr. Stan and Mr. Evans are relaxed. They stare at each other with such glares they could murder one another. They all sit in their chairs, all similar. Except for Mr. Stan, who seems as though he’s sitting on a throne.

“They havin’ a starin’ contest or what?” Lee questions Bucky, downing the rest of the whiskey. “I don’t know, but didn’t they hate each other over some family feud shit?” Bucky asks in return, handing Lee the bottle of highland malt scotch. “Like the game?” Lee jokingly asks, knowing that the two head owners of the companies loved to get into petty squabbles. “We all fucking wish.” Bucky jeers, eliciting a chuckle from Lee. As much as they all hate each other, they always did have their moments when they weren’t insulting each other.

The only one who isn’t drinking, Andy, pipes up from all the talking. “So are we going to make this deal or not? I gotta get home for Christmas.” He grumbles just like the old man he is. “Oh fuck you, Barber. Just because you went to Harvard doesn’t mean you’re some busy guy.” Steve jabs, clenching his jaw in annoyance. He always hated Andy, and he proudly showed it.

Charles snickers, Ransom too. Lee and Bucky smirk from the sidelines. Andy clicks his tongue in a threatening way. But Sebastian and Chris send daggers in the form of glares at them. “I suppose we could sign the contracts and then celebrate… I could call the girls from Eighteen30’s.” Sebastian proposes, standing up from his seat. He emerges from the darkness like Batman, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the light. Everyone in the room groans in pleasure, recalling the moments they remembered from the last time they went to Eighteen30’s.

Andy pulls the contract out of his briefcase; an obvious “Andy” move. The sounds of glasses being set down on surfaces fill the room at different pitches. Evans simply turns around, stroking his beard as if he wants to say something. “Got something to say, Evans?” Charles asks him, giving him a devilish smile. “No, just thinking about how I’m gonna be rich as fuck once the ink dries.” He says in almost a hopeful manner. He thinks he has everyone deceived, but it’s the total opposite.

They all choose to keep quiet, wanting to just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. “Just to be sure… We all know what this entails, right? More money, more power.” Sebastian states, pouring himself a glass of whisky. He never minds the burn, he actually loves it. They all nod, because who doesn’t love money and power? They all pull a pen out of their jackets, ever the businessmen. One by one, in smooth black loops, they sign their full names on the contracts.

Sebastian and Chris are the last to sign because their names carry the most weight. Charles lights his pipes and sighs as he takes a drag of smoke from it. As Lee watches Charles puff the smoke out of his mouth, he has the urge to light up a cigarette. But he can’t, because his doctor told him not to. So now he has to suffer the pain of fighting away that urge and Charles all but taunts him. He watches, and he fights, and he watches until he snaps.

“‘Scuse me.” He says, getting up. “Are you going for the champagne?” Sebastian asks, tracing the rim of his glass. Lee nods, lying to his business partner and longtime friend. “I’ll come with, can’t fucking stand the darkness.” He grumbles, following Lee. They both appreciate the fact that the part is still lively, maybe even more as booze has taken over everyone’s body. “Hey man, sorry you had to be Santa this year.” Sebastian apologizes, clearing his throat beforehand.

It’s not unexpected. Lee already knows that Sebastian is comfortable with him. “Ah, it’s alright. Only had to talk to a couple ‘a horny girls and Mrs. Patterson’s son. That lil’ fucker is cute an’ all, but he fuckin’ drooled on my hand.” Lee rants to him, making him let out a chuckle. “Well, the girls weren’t all that bad, right?” Sebastian questions him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “They were… somethin’. Most of them were obnoxious, except for one of ‘em.” Lee admits to him.

“Oh really? Anyone I might know?” Sebastian continues, handing Lee a cigarette. Lee gruffly thanks him and hands him his Valentino lighter. “Hmm… not sure. I don’t think anyone really knows her, she seems quiet. But she was drunk, so that was nice.” Lee tells him, sparing certain details. “She wanted a raise, and to know why her boyfriend left her for some other girl. I think it was her friend. Either way, she nearly started cryin’ on my lap.” Lee recounts to him, something he’d only do with his therapist.

Besides fucking her, of course.

“Oh… maybe we could give her a raise. Do you see her here?” Sebastian asks him with a smirk on his face. Lee wonders if Sebastian is thinking of the same thing that he is, and vice versa. Lee’s blown out eyes scan the crowd for you, hoping you’re still here. Maybe perhaps even more drunk than before. “She’s in this burgundy dress and had a mini Santa hat on… Red lipstick too.” Lee describes to him. Sebastian nods his head and keeps on looking for you.

“Think she had lingerie on underneath the dress… probably wanted to get back with her boyfriend.” Lee begrudgingly admits to Sebastian, finishing his cigarette. Smoke flies from both of them yet nobody seems to care. “How do you know she had lingerie on?” Sebastian teasingly asks him. Lee’s face burns up with slight embarrassment. “I… I was feeling her up, I couldn't help myself. She was all over me in the cutest way possible.” Even though Lee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about God, he’d swear on her that he’s telling the truth.

“Is that her?” Sebastian asks him, pointing at you as you walk out of the women’s bathroom. “Yeah…” Lee puts out his cigarette and throws it beside him, leaving it for the janitor to pick up. Sebastian does the same, aiming his cigarette more accurately. “Fuck, that little doll? I’ve always had my sights set on her. Always so cute and shy… Never bothered anyone.” Sebastian groans, hoping— no, knowing that Lee and the others are on the same boat as he.

“I have an idea,” Lee says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sebastian follows him, going along with whatever his idea is. From your spot at the snack table, you manage to fill your now empty stomach with your sugar cookies. You’re slightly disappointed that not many of your treats have disappeared, but you tell yourself the night is still young. You look up at the sound of footsteps coming closer and nearly choke on a cookie.

“Oh my— uh, Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Stan and Mr. Bodecker!” You cheer, stumbling on your words and yourself. “Hi, darlin’,” Lee says, giving you his signature ‘ladies only’ smile. You feel yourself become shy at the sight, but Mr. Stan makes you look back up. He clears his voice and you take in both of them. They both stand tall and intimidating, with enchanting stares that just capture you. “Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little girl,” Sebastian says, taking in your form.

You look absolutely adorable and innocent in front of them. In your little burgundy dress and Santa hat… slightly tipsy with cookie crumbs all over your face. “We came over here to ask you for a quick favour… We just closed one of our biggest deals and we’d love for you to help us bring the champagne. Maybe make a toast with us? It’s the least we can do since you brought all these lovely treats.” Lee explains, grabbing himself a sugar cookie.

It’s identical to the one you have in your hand; except yours is half-eaten and his only has a small nibble. “M- Me? Really?” You ask in shock, nearly going into full cardiac arrest. They probably don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. At least they’re talking to you. “Yep! Unless someone else made all these delicious desserts.” Sebastian jokes around, slightly admitting that he tried a cookie. You shake your head in object and lace your sweaty fingers together.

God, why did you have to drink?

“I’d love to, Sirs.” You whisper with the utmost grace you can muster up whilst being half-drunk. They both nod and Lee places a heavy arm around your shoulders. The cookie in your hand breaks and you not so discreetly drop all the crumbs onto the floor. “Can I ask what the deal is for?” You question, not even daring to look up from the floor. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry your cute little brain about,” Sebastian tells you with a smile, quickly shutting you up and shutting the topic down.

They lead you to the bar and Sebastian makes a simple gesture with his hand. The bartender makes quick work of getting five champagne bottles and you’re easily amazed. Without realizing it, your jaw drops slightly in awe. Both Sebastian and Lee chuckle at how cute you are. The sounds are absolute heaven and they force you to realize something.

Holy-fucking-shit— You have feelings for your bosses.

You choke on your saliva at the epiphany, making Sebastian and Lee jump to you in concern. “Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks you, rubbing your back gently. Lee does this same, but his hand inches down to the small of your back. With anyone, you would jerk away and feel very uncomfortable. But with them… With them, it’s the complete opposite. You nod as you slowly calm down. The bartender sets the numerous bottles of champagne down on the bar.

Two bottles of Dom Pérignon, two bottles of Boërl & Kroff Magnum and one bottle of Goût de Diamant Brut. It’s the most expensive champagne in the world, costing $1.2 million. But to them and the company, it’s no big deal. You only know the price because he would rave about it on and on. You sniffle at the memory and Lee shushes you in a calming matter.

“Here, you lift this one, and we’ll carry the rest,” Lee instructs, handing you one of the bottles of Dom Pérignon. You hold onto the bottle tightly, but not too tightly. Sebastian and Lee point to where they’re going to celebrate, just to direct you. You walk in small steps, careful to not drop the bottle. They’d probably murder you if you did. “Right there, little girl… I— uh, I heard you wanted a raise, is that true?” Lee asks you, desperate to hear your lovely voice.

“Uh yeah, I just haven’t had a raise since I’ve been working here. All my coworkers are constantly getting raises…” You sheepishly admit to your two bosses. They nod and frown, how long has that been going on? They’ve kept their eyes on you since you started working here. You reach the door and you don’t open it because your two hands are occupied. Lee oddly knocks on the door, perhaps in a code. A few seconds pass, but the alcohol in your system makes it feel like an eternity.

Mr. Barnes opens up the door and gasps at you. “Nice to see you again, little girl.” He greets, smirking down at you. The sober version of you would’ve noticed the plethora of men in the room, but drunk-you can’t focus on too much at once. You nod shakily, swallowing thickly as you remember your encounter with Bucky earlier this evening. Bucky takes the champagne bottle from you and leads you inside, Sebastian and Lee following.

Bucky briefly leaves the room after setting down the bottle of champagne on one of the tables. It’s incredibly dark in the room and you can only make out the lights coming from the city. Sebastian flicks the lights on and you bite back a hiss at the sudden change. You look around and nearly drop dead right there and then. The company’s biggest enemies are here, smug as ever. “I… Huh?” You’re confused, not sure if your mind is playing a wicked trick on you.

Mr. Blackwood takes a drag from his pipe and then puts it out, the only remnants of it being the scent of smoke. In front of you, though, are Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Barber, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Evans. “Is this the little minx you’ve been telling us about?” Steve asks your bosses, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Yep, even better in person,” Bucky says, pushing your hair to the side. “What’s going on?” You ask, trying to move away from him. Lee quickly stops you, his pudgy stomach pushing you closer to Bucky.

“Like I said before, little girl. Nothin’ for you to worry your little brain about.” Lee says, his country drawl sending shivers throughout your body. Little girl… The nickname is all too familiar, and it’s not like anyone else with a country accent would call you that. “You were Santa Claus?” You ask him, slightly nudging him. “She’s smart… Can’t fucking wait to make her go all stupid for our cocks.” Ransom says, a smug half-grin on his face.

You whimper at his words because they’re straight out of your greatest fantasies.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? You really wanna be dumb and stupid for our cocks?” Bucky asks in a condescending tone. You shake your head no because all you want is to get out of here. “Let’s get the real party started…” Chris ominously says, grabbing a bottle of Dom Pérignon. He pops it open, the wooden cork flying to the other side of the room.

Foam pours out of the bottle and everyone cheers, minus yourself. Instead, you flinch and still try to move from their grasps. Andy hands him the glasses and he pours everyone half a glass. You, on the other hand, receive a full glass with a strawberry inside. “I- I think I had enough to drink tonight…” You shyly tell them, inching your body away from Andy. “Nonsense, celebrate with us, little girl.” He objects, beginning to tilt the glass forward.

You shake your head and twist your face away, but Bucky’s metal hand stops you. He roughly grabs your jaw and squeezes until your mouth pops open. Champagne fills your mouth and you refuse to swallow. Lee’s fingers dance across your cheek and clamp over your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. “C’mon, swallow it all. Do it like the good little girl you are.” Charles demands, the praise going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You cave because there’s no way you’re winning this. Against your will, you swallow the bubbly golden liquid. Slight carbonation sizzles on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You have to admit, it is absolutely delightful. You now see why rich people drink it like it’s water. “That’s a good girl. See? Wasn’t so bad after all.” Andy praises you, tapping your cheek as though you’re a pet.

You whimper again, feeling Lee and Bucky grab your arms tightly. “As much as I love that cute little dress, I’d prefer to see you out of it,” Ransom smirks, handing Andy another glass of champagne. This time, it’s a glass of Boërl & Kroger Magnum. It’s stronger, much stronger than the previous one. Ransom’s hands come to the front of your favourite dress and a loud rip reverberates throughout the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the room fills with whistles and groans. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl.” Lee groans, his cock swelling up once again. Suddenly, everyone’s trousers are a few sizes too small. They drink in your lingerie-clad form and you grow even shyer underneath their strong gazes. “I don’t know if I wanna fuck you in this little get-up, or rip it off and then fuck you.” Steve groans, palming himself through his dress pants.

You don’t realize until now that they’ve all surrounded you. Andy tilts the glass into your slack jaw and you allow the bubbly beverage to fill your mouth. Why fight it? Plus, there’s no way you can get wasted off of champagne. You can feel a bit of champagne dribble down your chin and towards your cleavage. It has you feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed than you already are.

The sight fuels everyone in the room. “Fuck it,” Steve says, grabbing the glass from Andy. He throws it behind him, a crash reverberating in the room. You flinch at the sound and Ransom cooes condescendingly. “Are you scared, little girl?” Ransom asks you, tilting your chin up to his face. His blue eyes are blown out with lust and darkness. He smashes his lips against yours and you’re not sure whether to kiss him back or not.

A harsh hand squeezing your ass warns you to mimic his movements. The kiss is rough and filled with need. You try to keep up with kiss lips, so focused on doing it correctly. You don’t even realize that you’re being moved to one of the couches and that everyone has been stripped from their suits. The only article of clothing on the men is their boxers. Ransom shoves his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate you. Sets of hands begin to feel up your body — groping, squeezing, rubbing.

You feel someone else’s lips on your neck, lightly peppering kisses near that sweet spot of yours. As soon as Charles hits it, you melt in all of their hands. “That’s a good girl, yeah.” Chris praises, cupping one of your tits through your bra. The strings on your lingerie are tearing away, the sound echoing in your ears. Your bra and underwear remain, with tethers of red string on them. Sebastian’s hands run up and down your waist, making goosebumps form.

You aren’t sure what Lee, Andy and Steve are doing, but you know their hands are on you somewhere. Then, Ransom pulls away. Your lips are swollen and they even hurt a bit, too. You can feel wetness pooling in your red panties, but you’re too drunk to care about your sudden neediness. You’re worried about what’s going to happen. Lee lifts you and places you on the expensive shag carpet.

You whimper in pain as the carpet digs into your skin remorselessly. “Sorry, baby. It’ll be worth it, don’t worry.” Lee gently tells you, rubbing your cheek. Suddenly, he strikes you harshly. You let out a shriek of pain and fear, but you’re quickly shushed. “Shh, I know you like that, look -- You’re rubbing your thighs together like a lil’ slut.” He jeers, stroking the other cheek. You whimper and shake your head, even though he’s correct.

“Lying isn’t very nice, little girl,” Steve warns, standing next to Lee. You look up at them both, tears welling in your beautiful eyes. The sight makes them even harder than they already are, to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Lee pulls his boxers down and so does Steve. You gasp and your jaw nearly drops. Their cocks bunce up and slap their lower abdomens. Pre-cum leaks from their swollen, red tips. They’re both roughly the same size, but Lee is thicker than Steve.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Steve asks, grabbing the base of his cock. It looks even bigger in his large hands, and you gulp in fear. You’re not sure why you’re nodding, but you can’t stop yourself. Lee gives his cock a few strokes, and Steve grabs a handful of your hair. You whimper loudly as he drags you closer to his cock. “Say ‘ahh’.” Steve teases, before shoving his cock into your mouth.

You’ve done this before, but never with someone of his length and girth. Your mouth and jaw immediately start to hurt at the stretch. His cock is only halfway into your mouth, but it’s quite possibly one of the worst feelings ever. Steve tugs at your hair again, and you take it as a sign to start sucking. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, your tongue laving at the bottom of his cock.

You can feel the different veins on his cock throb, pulsating underneath the wetness of your tongue. He groans above you and the others in the room whistle at you. You’re not sure where to look, so your eyes dart around. You end up locking eyes with the man above you and your squeak around his cock. The vibrations of your voice have him cursing like a sailor. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. So good at sucking cock.” He praises, petting the top of your head.

You involuntarily hum at the praise, squeezing your thighs together. Suddenly, you’re pulled off of Steve’s cock. You gasp for air, not even realizing how you were barely breathing whilst sucking his cock. Your chest heaves and your heart clamours as Lee drags you closer to him. He slaps the fat tip of his cock on your thrumming cheek. You flinch, feeling sticky pre-cum stain your face. Lee shoves his cock in your mouth the same way Steve did, only this time he forces you all the way down.

Your nose meets his fuzzy, soft tummy. You gag and sputter around his cock, trying to control your very much needed breathing. Lee places both his hands on each side of your head. Somehow, he’s still a bit gentle with you, even though he’s forcing you to suck his cock. He slowly moves your head up and down, moaning softly at the feeling of your wet mouth. Saliva coats his coat with a sticky sheen that only helps you make him feel good and nothing more.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly, tossing his head back. You swallow around his cock, your threat constricting around him for a brief moment. You can feel his heavy balls against your chin for a few moments every now and then. All of a sudden, you’re once again pulled away from his cock. Steve forces himself farther into your mouth, just like Lee.

You feel light-headed from the little bit of air you’re getting. But you know that’s not their priority. Gags fill the room and your eyes roll back into your head. You aren’t pulled off of his cock, yet. “Fuck, I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying this as much as you are, Steve,” Bucky says, only just realizing that you’re trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. Everyone’s eyes fall to your cunt, where you’re rubbing your thighs together and humping the hair like a little bunny.

“Bet she probably doesn’t even realize it…” Ransom smirks, feeling his cock throb. You can only hear some of their words. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but it can’t be good. Steve begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, moving his hips back and forth. His balls slap your chin, his cock stretches your mouth and his moans are the only thing your ears can hear. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces, and you shake your head in objection.

You place your hands on his thighs and push him as much as you can. Your efforts are wasted because he doesn’t budge at all. You decide to resort to hitting, but it still doesn’t do anything. Steve suddenly still and his cum shoots down your throat. White stickiness fills your mouth up and you whine loudly. Steve paints your mouth with white streaks and he sighs loudly. He doesn’t pull out even after he’s already come, and you’re confused.

“C’mon, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.” He husks, his voice a bit hoarse. He shoves his cock more into your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all. As soon as you do, Lee pulls you away from Steve. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He grumbles loud enough for only you to hear. He gives a nod to someone and then grabs a hold of your head again. “Shh it’s okay, you can do it. I know you can, you’re a good girl.” He eases, slowly pushing his cock into your wet cavern.

Unlike Steve, Lee is a bit gentler. Maybe it’s because his heart is slightly bigger than his dick. His cock hits your gag reflex and you’re so fucking lucky that you aren’t having any… accidents. Steve’s cum is still lingering in your mouth — musky, a little salty, and sticky. The droplets that are on the side of your mouth roll down Lee’s cock, leaving slight wetness on him that isn’t saliva. As soon as your nose nuzzles against his stomach, he groans.

He keeps your head locked in place for some reason, you’re not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s giving you some time to get used to his thickness. You hum in delight, a way of showing that you’re thankful that he’s sparing you some humanity. He chuckles, stroking one of your cock-filled cheeks. Cold fingers crawl between your thigh and you jump in fear. Your body doesn’t fully jerk away because of Lee’s strength. You can see Bucky smirking from your peripheral view and he rubs your wet cunt through the panties.

You shake your head and try to kick him away, but he stops you from protesting. Bucky spanks your ass harshly, watching as the skin ripples from the force. “Uh uh, stop that. Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you ‘till you’re bleeding.” He threatens, placing one of his knees on your leg. You try to wiggly away from him, but your attempts are fruitless. You accept defeat, but only for now.

His metal hand returns to your cunt and he grabs the crotch of your soaking wet underwear. Bucky pulls it away from your cunt and you can still see his grin as smug as ever. You look up at Lee and your eyes plead for him to stop it all, but he just rubs your bulging throat. He moans at the slight pleasure and you gulp in fear. His thumb rubs at your cheek whilst Bucky rips your underwear away from your pussy.

Sebastian, Chris, Ransom, Andy, Charles, and Steve watch the sight before them with their hands palming their hard cocks. “She’s so fucking wet, aren’t you, little girl? Bet you got this wet just from sucking their cocks, ‘cause you love it so much. You love being a little slut for us.” He sneers, lightly smacking your cunt. You whimper around Lee’s cock and he grows tired of holding back.

He drags his hips back slightly and moves your head away from his cock, before pushing you back down rather quickly and harshly. You feel Bucky’s fingers trace at your drooling hole, occasionally dipping the tip of one of his fingers inside. He traces your wet lips and your sensitive clit too. You twitch at the sudden stimulation. Lee guides you up and down his cock at a rather decent pace. Your gags, wet noises and Lee’s moans fill the room in a rather melodious manner.

Bucky pushes one finger into your tight cunt, groaning at how your pussy immediately hugs his digit. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt just needs to be destroyed, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re gonna ruin it for any other man.” Bucky chuckles, pushing his digit further into you. He feels around, searching that spot that you haven’t found yet.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, little girl. So fuckin’ pretty, ‘s like it was made just for me.” Lee cooes at you, thrusting even harder into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes but you ignore them. Bucky let’s put a noise of satisfaction and pride as you clench around his fingers. “There it is… Do you like it when I touch you like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin’ love it.” He husks in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe.

You squeeze your eyes shut once Bucky starts moving his fingers inside you. Lee fucks your face with sloppy movements, signalling his impending orgasm. You place your hands on his thick, squishy thighs. Your short nails dig into his soft skin slightly as Bucky assaults your g-spot with his metal fingers. Lee pulls out your hair, a delicious sting radiating from your head. The pain makes you sputter once again around his cock, and that’s when Lee loses himself.

Just like Steve, he shoves his cock further down your throat as he hits his orgasm. His hot cum shoots down your throat, some of it filling your mouth up along with his cock. His hips are stilled but his cock is twitching almost wildly in your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue and you’re more ashamed than ever. Hopefully, it’s all over now. You shut your eyes close, unable to look Lee in his eyes.

He gives your cheek a light slap, and this time you don’t shriek or flinch. You swallow obediently around his cock, losing all defiance just so that it can all be over. You cringe at the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, which is a fleeting moment. Bucky’s other hand reaches down to play with your little pearl of nerves. Suddenly, you’re gushing around his single-digit as it thrusts in and out of your pussy. “You look so pretty when you come, little girl. Such a sight.” Bucky whispers in your ear, kissing your neck.

“Aw, you love this, don’t you?” Lee asks, watching as you struggle to keep yourself together. You shake your head, even though the man above you doesn’t allow you to move. “Yeah, you do. You love sucking your seniors’ cocks and having your bosses watch. That’s why you’re all wet, right? Soaking Bucky’s fingers an’ coming all around them.” Lee presses, pulling his cock out. Somehow, he’s still as hard as ever. Steve too.

You open your mouth up to scream for help, but Ransom quickly stops you. His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes, cutting you off. Your scream for help dies down in your throat and so has all the fight in your body. Bucky continues to fuck you with his finger and his hand doesn’t leave your clit either. His movements are quicker, much quicker. Ransom leans his face close to yours, a dangerous scowl staining his.

“Do you want us to be rough, hm? We can fucking ruin you, and your holes. Are you that fucking stupid to try and scream? Who’s gonna help you anyway? Especially if they walk in to see you bouncing up and down on our cocks, begging for our cum.” He spits, squeezing your throat even tighter. “I— I’m sorry.” You apologize, scared of the man in front of you and the others who surround you.

You can feel yourself slowly losing consciousness, slowly but surely. Tears sting your eyes and begin to leak down your cheeks, maybe Ransom chuckle. You can feel his pinky ring dig into the skin of your neck, just like how you can feel Bucky’s fingers push against your sweet spot. “Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna cum like a good girl?” He asks lowly, staring right into your eyes. You’re not sure what the right answer is, but you can barely think.

From the loss of oxygen to the way Bucky's fingers and slowing down and denying your pleasure. You feel Ransom’s fingers loosen a bit, almost as if he’s giving you a hint. You’re sure he knows you can’t think straight, and he’s probably going to tease you for it. “I… I wanna cum like-- like a good girl…” You breathlessly admit, feeling your eyes flutter shut. “Please…” You beg, more tears leaking from your glassy eyes.

Ransom lets go of your neck but he doesn’t let you fall. Bucky’s ministrations on your pussy speed up, bringing you closer to the edge. White fire burns in your stomach and cunt as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Please, please, please, Sir…” You unconsciously beg, before starting to sob. “Awe… Look at you, so desperate. Hm? You don’t even care if you were gonna pass out, you just want to come.” Ransoms jabs at you, grabbing your face roughly.

You can see that he’s taken off his boxers, his hard cock hanging between his built thighs. “Do it, come right fucking now.” He demands, before hollowing his cheeks out. You can’t see what he’s doing through your bleary eyesight, but you have a feeling that it isn’t good for you. You let out a gasp as Ransom spit on your face, his sticky salvia painting your left cheek.

It drips down to your open mouth in the worst way possible. You let it roll into your mouth because you can’t stop it. “Oh my God, yes…” You pant desperately as you hit your climax. You cum all over Bucky’s fingers, your cunt spasming. You moan loudly, just like the slut they claim you are. Bucky rubs your clit and continues to finger you until you can barely keep yourself up. “So sensitive… God, I’m gonna have so much fun with this pussy.” Bucky groans, slowing down his movements.

You barely have any time to collect yourself from your heaven-sent orgasm. You’re being lifted and placed on someone else. You rub your eyes and turn around, just to see Andy smirking up at you. His kind-seeming eyes, but his smile tells a different story. You turn back around, just to see your bosses and their deviant partners surrounding you. Charles steps forward with his signet ring-decorated hand wrapped around his cock.

He stares you down as he spits in his hands and brings it to his cock. He strokes himself slowly, the salvia making lewd squelching sounds. Andy’s hands crawl up your ass to your soft thighs. He grabs your skin and spreads your legs as wide as he deems best. His thighs rest under yours as Charles kneels down in front of you. “Such a pretty little pussy, Bambina.” He softly tells you, as though he’s your lover.

It seems that you’re looking at him, it truly does. But in reality, you’ve zoned out to a land far, far away from where there were no monsters like these men. Only princes and heroes like him. “Look at her, she looks so fucked out.” Steve comments, pointing at you. Charles hums, before snapping his fingers. Your trip is cut short, and you’re back to reality. Charles grabs the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your sensitive clit, making you twitch.

Andy runs two of his fingers across your face; his pointer and his middle finger. He moves down to your slightly parted lips and pushes them inside. Charles smears his pre-cum against your wet lips, mixing the stickiness with your cum. You whimper at the feeling and focus on that only. “C’mon, suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, little girl.” Andy urges, pressing your tongue with his fingers.

You hesitatingly comply, trying to please him. The more you listen, the quicker it’ll all be over, right? “You’re just a good little slut, aren’t you? So good, the best little girl ever.” Charles praises, running the head of his cock through your folds. If this was all… okay, then you would agree with him and serve your duties as a good girl. But it isn’t okay, so you leave it at that. Charles pulls his now soaking wet cock away from your pussy, and you feel him push in.

But it isn’t him. It’s Andy’s cock. He slowly pushes into you, stretching you until it hurts like nothing before. He bottoms out with a loud moan that nearly makes your right ear hurt. He doesn’t begin to fuck you brutally, as any man would. No, he stays buried in your wet cunt and Charles seizes the moment. His wet cock head nudges against your other hole, the one that was forbidden to your boyfriend — ex-boyfriend.

You flinch and try to close your legs, but Andy stops you as quickly as possible. “Please…” You beg, using your eyes to tell him “No, I don’t want this. Please stop.” He shushes you and pushes the head of his cock in slightly. You’re gratefully he doesn’t just get on with it and brutalizes you. Andy pulls out of your wet cunt and you’re immensely confused.

To be honest, though, you always are.

Charles pushes into your cunt and fills you up like Andy. He immediately finds your sweet spot just like Bucky did. Andy grabs his cock and leads it to your tighter hole, before slowly pushing in. He groans loudly at how tight you are, how much you’re squeezing him like a vice. “No, stop it, please.” You beg, trying to get up from your spot on his chest.

He pulls you back down and Charles wraps his hand around your throat. “Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth before I get one of them to stuff it full with their cock.” He threatens. His face is calm in the most frightening way possible. Andy curses behind you as he finally bottoms out inside your ass. The pain makes you want to scream, but after your previous antics, you choose to just bite your lip and keep quiet.

Your short, red nails dig into your palms and draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt that badly. They both nod at each other but you don’t notice it at all, too focused on the excruciating pain you’re feeling. You might say that you’re about to pass out, but you can’t even form anything more than “please,” and moans of pain. Charles’s rough thumb rests upon your throbbing clit, ready to bring you to your orgasm.

But God, you’re squeezing his cock so tightly with your pussy it takes him a few moments to collect himself. “You’re squeezing our cocks so nicely, little baby. You just don’t wanna let us go.” Andy chuckles, wiggling his hips for some friction. You let out a loud moan — and you’re not sure if it’s of pain or pleasure.

Charles slowly drags his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip inside you. The feeling of sudden emptiness reminds you of when you stand up too quickly after laying down for a while. Mind-altering, if you must say. He slams back inside you and Andy does the opposite; pulling out of you. Charles fuck you slow, yet hard and rough. He rubs your clot quickly as he fucks you relentlessly.

Groans, whistles, curse words and moans all fill the room yet you only focus on the way their cocks are driving in and out of you. “Fuck, such a nice ass. You love having Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” Andy asks, looking straight down to where you’re connected. You swallow thickly and Charles feels it against his hand. He squeezes the sides of your throat slightly, and you nod quickly.

“Say it. Say you love having my cock fuck your little ass. I bet nobody ever fucked you like this, not even that lousy boyfriend of yours. You probably wished he took you like the little slut you are, destroying all your holes.” He demands as his dirty words make you wetter and wetter. “I…” You pant helplessly, looking around.

Everyone stares you down, their cocks in their hands as they slowly jerk off to you. “I l-love having your c-cock fuck my a-ass, Daddy.” You sheepishly tell him, whispering that last part. “Brava, Bambina.” Charles praises, punctuating his words with one thrust that hits your cervix. You let out a cry and the lewd sounds of them fucking you are drowned out for a brief second.

Charles continues to pummel your g-spot, and occasionally, your cervix. The pain isn’t as bad as the pain Andy is causing you. You can feel Andy’s cock pulsating in you, driving in and out of you. You’re sure you’re probably bleeding, but you know that none of these men care. “Fuck, she’s so stretched out…” Someone says, loud enough so you can hear.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge at a rather fast pace. “You gonna come, baby? You gotta ask us first.” Charles snickers, slowing down his thrusts and taking away his thumb from your clit. You whine out like a bitch in heat, desperate to come all over their cocks. “Please…” You beg, gyrating your hips so that Charles can continue to fuck you like a starved man.

“Gotta do better than that, Tesoro Mio.” He hums, pulling out even more. He watches in awe as your wetness coats his cock like nothing before. In the bright lights, his cock glistens with your juices. “Please, please let me come! I need it, I want to come so badly, Sir!” You beg, bucking your hips upwards. “That’s a good little slut.” He praises, pushing back into your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly once he bottoms out again.

The pain in your ass finally turns into pleasure and you moan even louder. “Oh my god!” You squeal despite your throat hurting. You grind down on their cocks slightly, chasing your orgasm. “Please let me come. Please, Sir… Please, Daddy!” You beg involuntarily, taking a page out of your wildest fantasies. Your words spur them on and you’re suddenly crashing into a lovely climax. You moan loudly and clamp down on their cocks as much as your body lets you.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come around our cocks. You love being fucked by two men, don’t you? Yeah, yeah you do. That’s why you’re being so needy and desperate.” Andy groans in your ear, feeling his balls tighten up as you milk him and Charles for all they’re worth. You nod in agreement, not even caring anymore,

You soak their cocks with your cum, and your eyes roll back into your skull. “Awe, look at her. She goin’ all stupid.” Lee teases, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his release. Your heart clamours in your chest, beating wildly as you struggle to come down from your high. Your mind has a slight buzz to it, and the champagne is the one to blame. You can hear soft moans from the other men, and you fight back a shy smile of pride.

Charles and Andy both have beads of sweat dripping down their skin, enhancing your arousal. They both curse under their breaths and groan. Andy’s hips still first, and his cock twitches inside you. “Oh fuck…” He groans in a low voice. Streaks of cum paint your insides, filling you up in a pleasant way possible. You sigh at the feeling and look up at Charles. He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, which only makes you wetter.

His thrusts are slow and sloppy, signalling his orgasm. “Please come in me… Please, Sir.” You whisper to him, knowing he needs something to push him over the edge. “Fill me up with your cum, Sir.” You add, remembering certain lines from porn videos you used to watch. “Oh— fuck…” He groans as he comes inside you. You can feel his cum, filling you up to the brim and then some. Andy pulls out, his cock lightly brushing against Charles’s thigh.

You watch Charles as he slowly comes down from euphoria. You feel empty, so empty. Bucky watches with hungry eyes as cum and a tinge of blood leaks out of your asshole. It’s slightly stretched, which only turns him on even more. Charles drags his cock out of your pussy, slowly and carefully just so that he won’t hurt you.

Again, if the circumstances weren’t so… fucked up, you would’ve enjoyed this all.

You sigh and flop backwards onto Andy’s chest, ready for sleep to take you. You feel your eyes flutter shut, but then you’re jerked back to reality. Your eyes open up just for you to come face to face with Bucky, who smiles deviously at you. “I know you’re tired, baby, but we’re not done with you yet.” He cooes at you, rubbing your ass.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you hope it’s somewhere near the door.

“Hi, baby girl… You feelin’ good?” A raspy yet oh-so-familiar voice asks you. You rub your eyes as you’re set on someone’s lap. Ransom’s dark, lust-filled eyes lock with your tired ones. It takes you a good few moments to nod, and he chuckles. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your slightly sticky cheek. He caresses your face with his thumb, and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

Bucky pushes you farther into Ransom’s arms and he grabs your hurting hips. Cum leaks from both of your aching, stretched holes. Ransom’s hand leaves your cheek, but it quickly returns. But this time, it isn’t sweet and loving. No. Instead, he gives you a light slap on the cheek, just like Lee did. The coolness of his ring on your hot skin is… refreshing. It’s different.

Your ass is lifted into the air slightly, giving Bucky easy access to your stretched out rim. Bucky runs his hands up and down your ass, occasionally spanking you. The crack of his hand against your skin is just a reminder of your situation. You can feel Ransom’s cock resting right beneath your abused cunt, throbbing with want and need.

He grabs the base of his cock and lines the fat, leaking tip up to your cum-filled hole. Neither he nor Bucky needs any lube, all thanks to Andy and Charles. In one thrust, he fills you in a way that your fingers can’t. You can feel Bucky scoop up some of the cum leaking from your holes, along with your juices. Everywhere is tingling, a sensation unlike anything else.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth and Ransom squeezes your jaw until your mouth falls open, just like before. Bucky quickly pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of cum — salty, musky, and sweet — fills your mouth. It laps over your tongue and you involuntarily swallow it all. Whilst being distracted by Bucky’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t realize that he’s already pushing into your ass.

You gasp around his fingers as he quickly bottoms out inside you. Bucky’s too eager to take it slow. Bucky takes his now spit-slick fingers and wraps his arm around you, reaching down to your clit. You feel even more full than when Andy and Charles were in you. Maybe it’s the added cum, or maybe it’s the same and you’re just not used to being filled by two cocks.

Ransom moves his hand to your stomach and rubs the skin there — the bulging skin. The outline of his cock is faint, but it’s there. “Look at you, all filled up with our cocks.” Ransom whispers, before roughly grabbing your hips. He grinds you down onto his cock before lifting you slightly. Both he and Buckypull out slightly and start shallowly thrusting into you, almost in a teasing way.

You want more, you want more pleasure so badly. You want them to fuck you hard, for them to fuck you deeply and maybe even roughly. “You want something, don’t you, baby? So ungrateful…” Ransom disappointingly coaxes. You thrust back onto Bucky’s cock, a trick you learned from when you caught your ex-boyfriend balls-deep in your closest friend. Then, you grind down on Ransom’s cock.

Cum drips from both of your entrances and runs down the sides of their shafts and your inner thighs. “Fuck, if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask real sweetly.” Bucky groans, losing all sense and self-control. He pulls his cock out all the way, not even leaving the tip inside your ass. Ransom pulls halfway out and then bucks his hips up. He fucks back into you, but this time it’s more deep and punctuated.

“Oh— Thank you… Thank you, Sir!” You squeal as Ransom pounds against your g-spot over and over. His sticky, swollen, heavy balls slap against your empty ass. Bucky rubs your clit slowly, just to hear you whine like the desperate slut you are. “C’mon, make some noise for Daddy.” He demands in your ear, rubbing the tip of his cock on your other hole.

The feeling is lovely, but you crave more. “Please… Please fuck my ass, Daddy! I wan’ it so bad, wan’ you to put your big cock in me… Please, please…” You beg whilst you pant wildly. “примерная девочка.” He husks before pushing his hips forward. Despite having your… anal cherry being just popped, he acts as though you’re constantly begging to take it up the ass.

“Fuck, she doing that thing again,” Ransom comments, staring at your face. By ‘that thing,’ he means that way your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back into your skull. You clench around both Bucky’s and Ransom’s cocks, even though your muscles are barely working. You fall onto Ransom’s chest and you can hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, just like yours.

Unbeknownst to you, you just gave Bucky more leverage to fuck your ass. He takes his hand away from your clit and instead wraps it around your hair. He gives your hair a slight tug, and starts fucking you even harder. You dig your nails into Ransom’s chest at the stronger thrusts overpower your entire body and mind. You can hear a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, best pussy I ever had.” He growls, finishing his sentence with one painful snap of his hips that goes straight to your cervix.

“Oh, can I come, please? I need it so— so badly, Daddy… Please, please let me come…” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten up. The pressure increases and you’re not sure if you can hold out for a minute more. The lewd sounds, the feeling of their cocks driving in and out of you, and their moans all push you to the edge.

“Awe, well go ahead, little girl. You’ve earned it, come all over our cocks.”

“Yeah… Fuck— I don’t think ‘m gonna last any longer…” Bucky curses under his breath loud enough for you and Ransom to hear. Ransom nods, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to your bra and he unhooks it. Ransom grabs the cheap fabric and throws it at one of his friends. Ransom gives a wink to Lee, who pockets your bra.

Your tits are sticky with dried champagne from before. Ransom has the urge to swirl his tongue around your hardened nubs until you’re coming around their cocks once again. But his basic needs are just more important than yours as of now. Bucky’s hips still first, his brutality against your ass finally coming to an end.

He swallows thickly — but he gets caught off by a loud, deep moan of his own. It’s right in your ear, and Bucky has you use your body as a brace to hold himself up. His balls tighten up and cum shoots inside your ass. You’re far more sensitive than the previous time and now you can feel every single drop painting your walls. Ransom follows, his load pumping into you in a relieving way. Your walls encompass them both, hugging them tightly.

Bucky fucks into you with a few more thrusts; shallow and quick. He prolongs his orgasm until his mind is fuzzy and his cock can’t take it. He pulls out, removing his hand from your hair and he sighs. His and Andy’s cum follows his cock along with a streak of light pink. He feels nice, prideful in a way that throughout all the pain, you only ever took pleasure.

Ransom keeps his cock locked inside of you, and he just knows that you’re on the verge of either crying, screaming, or passing out. He also knows that you’re smart, and won’t do anything other than remain docile for Sebastian and Chris. “C- Can I go now? I won’t tell anyone– I swear!” You plead to Ransom in an excited sort of whisper. Ransom clenches his jaw and stares down at you, and your lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re lucky we aren’t alone.” He tells you and his words are enough to shut you up. You whimper, but you don’t apologize. “You’ve been such a good girl…” Sebastian says from behind you. You turn around and look up at him. He smiles at you and it’s gentle, almost reassuring. But you don’t return it. Sebastian wraps his muscly arms around you and picks you up with ease.

Ransom’s cock slips from your folds with ease, and cum drips from your filled up pussy. White stickiness drips down your slightly sweaty thighs and it makes you feel so conscience-stricken. Unlike every other time — like when you were sucking off Lee and Steve, or getting fucked by Ransom and Bucky or Charles and Andy — you’re now standing up. It’s weird, a funny feeling that might take you a few seconds to get used to.

Chris comes up to you and he has a menacing stance. He cups your face with his soft yet slightly coarse hands. You flinch, scared that he’ll slap you the way Ransom did beforehand. Luckily, he doesn’t. “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, rubbing your top lip with his thumb. You hesitatingly nod. “Don’t be. The only thing you should be scared of is us destroying your holes… And by the looks of it, it seems like we already have.” He chuckles in a mocking manner.

You gulp thickly and try to ignore the newfound wetness that is pooling in your core. Along with it is a fire that doesn’t seem to be put out yet. Sebastian’s hands move from your waist to your back, and then to your hips. His movements are gentle and soft, almost as if his intentions hold no malice. But the truth is a complete contrast to what he’s trying to imply.

He spins you around in one swift movement and your world tilts on its axis for a brief moment. You grip his biceps as you try to get a hold of yourself. “Wanna see this pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” He mumbles under his breath, and you can feel Chris’s hands running all over your hurting ass. “And I wanna see this ass while I fuck it.” Chris chuckles in your ear once again.

He lands a spank onto your ass, watching the skin ripple in such a marvellous way he swears he’ll never see a girl as pretty as you. Sebastian lifts you up and on instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Sebastian’s cock right near your beaten up, cum-filled entrance. Then, you feel Chris’s tip at your other entrance.

They both thrust into you at once, and a loud squelching noise fills the room. “That cunt is so filled up…” Steve comments from the side, slowly jerking his cock off. You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, and try to block them out. Sebastian lets out a choked moan, whereas Chris groans lowly in your ear.

They both hold you up by your ass, and they start to thrust into you hard and fast. Your head lols back onto Chris’s shoulder and you can barely keep up with them. Sebastian’s hips buck up to your pussy and his cockhead slams into your cervix. “Ow…” You whine, before biting down on your lip. Your lipstick is smeared and your makeup is all ruined, but that seems to be the last thing on your mind.

You’re so fucking sensitive, it’s practically hilarious. Your little body has reached its limit... but maybe your body has no limit anymore. “Shh, just give up, babydoll. You’re doing so good, letting us use you.” Sebastian praises as he delivers a nice, harsh thrust. Chris ruts into you like no tomorrow, treating you like the fleshlight you are.

“Yeah– You love getting used. Bet your boyfriend couldn’t fuck you like this, couldn’t make you feel this good. He probably didn’t know how much of a slut you are.” Chris whispers in your ear whilst he grinds his cock into you. Both of their cocks are covered in cum, but they don’t mind. “These holes belong to us, right? All ours, ready to be used anytime.” Mr. Evans adds.

His slightly greying beard scratches your skin, right where Ransom was choking you. He places a few kisses on your bruising, hurting neck. Your hardened nipples rub against Sebastian’s sweaty chest, and your bulging abdomen touches his, too. “It’s… ‘S too much..” You complain in a dragged out, pathetic whine that turns into a moan. “Oh, it’s too much? Poor baby… Do you want us to slow down?” Chris asks, bringing his thrusts to a halt.

You nod before you start begging because you know they want the cherry on top. “Yes, please. Please, Sir, please slow down.” You ask them politely. You even flash your signature puppy dog eyes, hoping they haven’t gone out of style yet. They both coo at you, before smirking at each other. You shut your eyes and sigh, but your eyelids fly back open when you feel Sebastian and Chris starting to fuck you even harder.

“Too bad,” Sebastian grunts. “You’re going to take whatever the fuck we give you.” He sneers, and you can feel that pressure in your stomach beginning to increase. But it’s too much, more than you can handle. You shake your head and beg them to stop, but your pleas are silenced when Chris wraps his hand around your throat.

Every word that’s in your mouth dies down, and the only thing that comes from you are your moans and whimpers. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just can’t help it, it feels too fucking good, doesn’t it? Do it, come all over our cocks right fucking now.” Sebastian growls as your moans become louder and your grip on their cocks grow tighter.

Your legs are shaking as you come undone. Your hands curl into fists and your eyes shut as they roll back. Your wet walls gush around their thick, long cocks and they continue to fuck you until you’re babbling like a dumb little baby. “Fuck…” Chris curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy. It’s the same for Sebastian, and inside you’re elated.

Finally, finally, it’s all over.

They both pull out and you’re all but confused. They set you on the ground and you can barely stand without holding on to either Chris or Sebastian. Lee chuckles, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be like that.” Ransom sasses from Lee’s left side. He’s right. These men just put you through hell, and that’s what you’re going to be embarrassed about?

Pathetic.

Sebastian pushes you to your knees and you fall with a muffled thud. Once again, the carpet digs into your knees but this time it isn’t as painful. You look up, and you’re suddenly surrounded by everyone. Mr. Stan, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Bodecker, Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Evans, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Barber… You’re not sure whether you should look at any of them in the eyes or not.

Truthfully, you’re not sure what to do. Should you run? Scream? Fight? Stay put? Millions of thoughts run through your mind but none of them seem to fully register. Everyone’s dominant hands are on their cocks, moving up and down at a rather fast pace. Chris and Sebastian fuck their hands even faster, eager to meet their climaxes.

Their moans and groans go straight to your wet pussy, fueling certain feelings you had been trying to push down all night. “Fuck, yes…” Chris moans coarsely. His balls tighten up and his red tip lets out spurts of cum. He paints your face and you nearly gag out of disgust. “You look even prettier with– with your face painted like that.” Lee groans, and he comes too. “Open up.” He orders in a creepy sing-song voice.

You listen to him obediently, and you haven’t noticed that the alcohol in your system has dissipated. His cum shoots straight into your mouth, his signature taste of muskiness and salt spreading across your tongue. After a few more seconds, Chris finally stops. He admires the way your face is covered in cum — his cum, to be exact. “C’mon, swallow it all like the good slut you are.” Sebastian urges, and his streaks of stickiness begin to shoot from his tip, too.

He paints your chest, almost like it’s a canvas. As much as you hate to admit it, this all turns you on even more. You can feel your wetness leaking from your cunt. Lee’s finger drags through the cum that’s on your face and he scoops some of it up. He pushes his finger into your mouth and shakes his head when he learns you haven’t swallowed his seed yet.

His frown is enough for you to listen. You swallow with difficulty, which comes from his digit. Your tongue laps up the cum on his finger and he smiles down at you. He pulls his finger out with a ‘pop’ and your legs are being spread again. You know for a fact you can’t take anything more, but you also know that they probably don’t care.

Ransom aims for your cunt, Steve too. They both come at the same time, loud moans escaping past their plump lips. More cum joins the gratuitous amount that’s already there. Once they stop moaning and they stop coming, you’re turned over onto your stomach. You already know that the carpet is probably a mess that dry cleaning might not accept.

Bucky and Charles cover your ass in ropes of their seed, and your messy chest presses into the ground. There’s more cum on you and in you than there is dignity. “Fuck, I wish my phone wasn’t dead. I would’ve taken so many lovely pictures of our masterpiece here.” Bucky groans, and he continues to give his cock a few more strokes just to lengthen his orgasm.

Andy is the last, only because he has patience for things like this. He paints your back like he’s Monet, or maybe even Da Vinci. Sebastian kneels down in front of you and picks your head up from off the ground. His thumb smears the cum on your face into your skin, and you don’t even have the energy to ask them if it’s all over. He chuckles, before standing back up again.

“Looks like you really were a good girl this year.”

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