#barkeep! andy barber x black reader

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Crossing the Bar

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

Summary: You’re ready for your closeup with Andy and Frank.

Part 11 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Open The Bar.

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. EXPLICIT. This has Everything: bi-sexual threesome. Porn with a lil bit of plot, toys, spit play, anal play, Daddy kink, boys kissing, oral sex all around, degradation kink, rimming, masturbation, double penetration, slapping, safe words, praise kink, tea bagging, breeding kink.

A/N: I don’t want to go back to work. Like panic attack level of don’t want to go back. It helped to write this. Thanks @ysmmsy. Please heed the warnings, but if you’re cool with them and you enjoy it, let me know what you think!

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You were only upside down for a couple of minutes, but the rush from being placed down in the middle of Andy’s apartment was heady. Or maybe it was being there with Frank and Andy again. You had not been there since you left them almost a year ago.

You turned around slowly, taking in the space. It was the same, but different. While you turned, your boys looked you over and then glanced at each other.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?”

Andy’s deep voice greeted you as you turned back towards him. You smiled slyly and walked toward him.

“You two started it a few minutes ago. You’re not backing down are you?” 

You stopped short of touching Andy and looked from him to Frank.

“Backing down from what, Baby Doll?”

“From making me feel what I’ve missed for the last 10 months. From making me your fucking cum hungry cockwhore like I said..”  

Your look made Frank’s eyes water and his cock throb. You turned back to Andy.  

“I want to feel you for days.”

“Fuck.” 

Andy breathed it low and slow, but as you palmed his dick through his leather pants, there was no mistaking his need. Frank came up behind you and kissed your neck, running his hands up and down both of you.  Andy looked at you both and gulped.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, Sweetheart. We’ve got some things to show you.”

Andy turned and grabbed your hand as Frank walked closely behind you.

The bed was the same king sized you used to sleep in; everything was basically the same, but as you looked around the room, you saw a couple of toys and lube laid out on the dresser. This was getting real. 

Your eyes must have been wide, because Frank spoke in soothing tones. 

“We don’t have to use any of those things, we could just hold you…”

You stamped your foot like a naughty child.

“If you don’t stop teasing me…”

“Don’t be a fucking brat!”  

Andy’s command made you whimper. Fuck. Daddy Andy was back, and you loved it. He grabbed your face and turned it toward him roughly.

“You’ve been teasing us for weeks. Tonight, we’re all going to get what we want. No going back.”

You were scared and thrilled all at the same time.

“Safe words? Do you remember them?”

You nodded your head, his grip still so tight, the inside of your cheeks rubbed against your teeth. He released you.

“Good girl.” 

That phrase had you dripping anew.

“What are they?”

“Sunshine and Rain.”

Andy grinned at you and then behind you, but you didn’t turn because Andy had you in his spell.

“Now go get that ass on the bed, back against the headboard.”

“Yes Daddy.”  

The way you said in that small voice made Andy rush to get his pants off. You now looked over to Frank to see that he was fully naked and fully erect.  He approached you on the side of the bed and you grabbed his cock, jerking it, spitting on it and  immediately putting it down your throat as Andy watched you.

“Holy shit, I forgot how nasty you were, Baby Doll.”  

Frank was looking down at you in admiration. He leaned back and closed his eyes. 

“I remember that you said you wanted to suck my soul out, but damn!”

You felt the bed dip as Andy came up on the other side of you, but you were busy deep throating Frank. Your throat was making lewd sounds as you fucked your mouth on his cock

“That fucking sound! I need some of that gluck gluck too, Sweetheart.”

You smiled up at both of them, chin wet with saliva as you leaned over and blessed Andy while jerking Frank off.

“Holy shit that mouth. I’ve missed it so so much.” 

Andy was moaning as you struggled to take his entire cock in your throat. You pulled off and dripped saliva all over the bed as you spoke.

“I’ve missed your cocks stretching my throat out. Y’all got me out here thirsty.”

You kissed Frank’s tip and then put both of them in your mouth.  You moaned around them as Frank grabbed Andy’s head and kissed him. Your boys were so sexy.

You hadn’t noticed that Andy had brought the long pink wand vibe to the bed, but you sure did when Frank placed it against your clit on the outside of your panties. 

Andy pulled your breasts free of your top, causing you to spill out and at first pinched your nipples lightly, and then as you started to moan louder, he tugged and roughly kneaded them. That sensation, along with the wand on your clit made you cum for the second time, squirming under the assault of the vibe. You moaned loudly, causing Frank to groan and Andy to pulse a little pre cum down your throat. 

“Take it. You don’t want to be teased right? Take it like a woman.” 

Frank held the wand to your soaked clit for a few more seconds, prolonging your orgasm, and then gave you a reprieve when he saw fit.

“Good girl. What’s your word?”

You licked them both clean and leaned back and widened your legs, ready for more.

“Sunshine,” you said with a smile. Then, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, giving them the opportunity to slap your mouth and face with their cocks.

“Look at you, face all ruined because you’re sucking two dicks at once. You like that? Such a fucking slut.”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes Daddy.”

Then you gently tugged them closer and started alternatively sucking their balls, your moans sending shivers up their spines. Andy grabbed Frank’s head for a kiss and Frank started jacking Frank’s cock as you sucked his sack.

“Are you gonna fucking cum in my hand and all over Baby Doll’s face? You’re my cum slut too, aren’t ya, Andrew?”

You could have cum again as Andy whimpered in Frank’s grip. Suddenly, Frank stopped and swiped Andy’s head clean of pre cum, then thrust his thumb into your mouth.

“Better yet, I want you to suck my balls while Andy fucks you.” 

Frank looked down at you.

“We only cum inside you tonight. Gonna fill you up.”

“Please…” You whimpered.

Andy pulled you off of the bed so that you could finally be rid of your dress. He laid you down across the bed and leaned down between your wide spread legs. You were oh so ready to be penetrated.

“Wait!” Frank’s interjection stopped the show.

“I need to taste. Both of you.”

You leaned up on your elbows and watched as Frank sucked Andy off deep and slow, and then stroked him as he leaned down and licked a long, filthy stripe from one end to the other of your slit.

“Fucking hell. So good. Can’t wait to taste our cum drip out of you.”

Andy was a little unsteady as he came back to you, climping up as he hooked your knees in his hands and brought them up to your armpits.

He lined up at your pulsing cunt and dipped in shallowly, teasing you slightly, although you wouldn’t dare say that again tonight. You looked up to see Frank jacking his dick above you and then your eyes rolled back into your head as Andy sunk his long thick dick between your pussy lips and into your tight canal.

“Oh my god, Frank. She’s so tight. So fucking tight….”

His voice broke and trailed off as Andy dropped his head into the hollow of your neck. You could only utter short whimpering screams in your throat as you teabagged Frank. You watched his hand start to stutter as the sight of Andy wrecking you was getting him too close. He stopped and shifted up to the head of the bed as Andy pulled out and then started fucking you from behind.

“Fuck yes!”

Andy pounded you into Franks balls as you licked him, your tongue occasionally slipping and  teasing his hole. Then you deep throated him.

Frank let out a shout and then he pulled away, pulsing a little precum down your throat, but not giving way fully.

“Naughty girl.” Frank slapped your face lightly. “You were trying to get me to cum, weren’t you?” 

He grabbed your neck as Andy started pounding mercilessly. His grip tightened and you saw stars.

“Word?”

“Sun….fuck. Shine!”

You croaked as you came around Andy’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. He slipped out of you, semi-hard and gllistening with your combined slick, the first to cum inside you.  You collapsed and watched as Frank sucked your juices off Andy and your heart grew two sizes as you witnessed the look on Andy’s face as he carded his fingers through Frank’s hair. Your heat felt light.

Frank stopped, kissed Andy, winked at you and then went to get the biggest butt plug you’d ever seen. It had to be at least four inches long, thick at the base and tapered. Your eyes were huge as you watched Frank lube it up. 

Andy was cooing in your ear now, massaging and playing with your nipples again. Frank came near and smiled at you. You nodded and spread your legs as Frank toyed with your clit with his thumb. You closed your eyes and groaned as the the pink butt plug got inserted, Andy watching and licking his lips. It felt huge, but it wasn’t as big as either of them.

“Remember when I said I wanted to fuck you? Well, I want to fuck you like this.”

And Frank slid inside you, pushing Andy’s cum along the way, your passage slick, but still snug.

“Fuck, how?” Frank asked the air. “How are you still so fucking tight?”

“Cause she’s our good little cumslut, aren’t you Sweetheart?”

Andy looked down at you as he held your legs open for Frank. All you could do was moan, because you were feeling full with Frank and the plug inserted. You reached for Andy and started sucking his cock, loving having all of your holes filled.

Andy read your mind.

“Oh, but you’re greedy aren't’ you? You love this don’t you? You’re in heaven. Something in each hole? Do we need a third, Frank?”

Your body involuntarily clenched down at that thought. Frank chuckled. 

“She’s a greedy little slut alright. She loves it Andy. But let’s just stick with the toys for now.”

They both leaned down and started kissing you, all tongues intertwined obscenely. You tugged on their hair as they feasted on you.  Then Andy and Frank kissed as Frank pounded his cum into you.

You panted and fingered your clit as you watched the boys kiss and play with each other after Frank pulled out. You felt insatiable. They noticed, and then Andy slapped your hands away, flipping you over, ass up. Someone slipped the plug out and then they both took turns licking your sloppy slit and eating your ass as they watched you squirm.

Then, you felt the lube at your back door.  You shivered from the cold, and from anticipation.

“I want this first.” It was Andy

“That means I get that sloppy pussy again.” 

Frank was back to hard and grinning at you. You never wanted anything so much in your life.

You moaned and arched your back, ready for the attack. You tensed a little because of how big Andy was, but he reached around for your clit as he put the huge tip of his dick inside your ass. He circled two fingers around your plucky nerve endings as you watched Frank jacking off. It inspired you push back onto Andy and he slid home, the stretch uncomfortable at first, but becoming pure pleasure as you saw the look on Frank’s face, eyes dilated, mouth agape.

“You’re a goddess, beautiful.”

Frank kissed you as Andy thrust shallowly, then more fully as Frank scooted under you to enter your cunt. Andy stopped as Frank stuffed himself into your now even tighter channel, being full of Andy on the other side.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh.”

You sighed and leaned back against Andy.

“How’re you feeling, Sweetheart?”  His deep, soft voice was like velvet as you started moving slowly.

“Full. So full. Like I’m full of... Sunshine.”

Andy grasped your waist while Frank held your ass cheeks apart for Andy. Your sounds were everything.

“Look like a fucking angel.” 

Frank was in awe of you.

“So fucking good for us, love.”  

Andy kissed your shoulders as they rocked you between them, giving you the most pleasurable sensation you’d ever known. They were right. You were greedy.

“More, give me more, harder. Please!”

You were begging for them to ruin you, and your wish was their command.

“You like our cocks inside you at once?”

“Want us to use your holes for our pleasure?”

“Does it make you feel good to be fucked by our big dicks?”

“I can feel you fluttering around me? Are you close?”

“Jesus, your ass is fluttering too? You liked being fucked in this glorious ass, Sweetheart?”

“You like it when I’m fucking this sloppy, beautiful cunt?”

“You were made for us, darling.”

“You’re ours…”

Their incessant praise helped lifted you higher. And the realization that everyone was here for the same reason, love, made your heart shatter as you came, more intensely than you ever had in your life, being held by the men that you loved. Your cries commingled in the echoes of Andy’s apartment.

Andy was holding you on the bed, cleaned up a little by a warm washcloth as Frank went to run you a bath. 

“I love you,” He whispered, as he stroked your arm.  

“I love you too.” You had never stopped 

“Thank you.”

You leaned up. “For what?” Andy just smiled weakly and then stand up and lift you off the bed to take you into the bathroom.

“I can walk!” 

You protested when he put you down.

“You sure?” replied Frank as you teetered on your feet. They had ruined you, but you just jutted up your chin and let him help you into the tub. You raised your eyebrow as Andy went to the shower.

Frank made sure that the bath was just the right temperature as Andy started to get clean. You sank down into the steaming water as he sprinkled epsom salts for you. 

“Thank you, Frank.”

He leaned over and tilted your chin up, giving you a gentle kiss. 

“Anything for you. I love you.”

You smiled wide at him.

“I love you too, Frank.” It was true. And you were happy. Now go join Andy. And give me a show.”

Frank raised his eyebrow at you and gave you a wink as he joined Andy in the shower, reaching for him. You ran your hands over your used and satisfied body as you watched the men you love love each other.

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Open The Bar

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

Summary: You, Andy, and Frank become open about your relationship.

Part 10 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Raise The Bar.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. ANGST, sexting, phone sex, Daddy kink, degradation kink, masturbation, double fingering, slapping, leather, chains, harnesses, naughty Halloween costumes, on the bar, mention of double penetration, threesome.

A/N: I. Just. Can’t. Stop. Thank you Alice @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for being my beta! 🥰 The artwork is just a representation of the idea in the story.

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The week and a half after your dates with Andy and with Frank were full of anticipation. Your good morning texts turned into hints at your sexual fate.

From Andy:

You’re going to pay for working us up, Sweetheart.

Am I? Is that a promise or a threat?

Which one gets you wetter?

From Frank:

Good god woman. I’m dead. I’m dying. Jacking off with your panties Baby Doll…

Gonna cum all over them, then make you put them on and push all of that into my cunt.

I mean your cunt.

I mean our cunt.

You could only stare at the texts like a slut.

Are you slippery Baby Doll?

Are you touching yourself Sweetheart?

Just let us come over. We’ll overlook the fact that you tried to get a rise out of us.

That is if you want us to. I think you want certain things to rise.

Frank’s levity always balanced out Andy’s ominous nature.

You squirmed, wet as fuck and needy beyond words. You finally responded, thinking you had a suitable response.

If I let you put your hands on me again. This weekend was a slip up.

They were unfazed.

True. But lips and tongue is not a hand.

I’ll tie Andy’s hands to the bed and make you sit on his face as I fuck him senseless.

You’ll be begging for us to touch you.

You moaned out loud, thankful that they couldn’t hear you.

I’ll not beg.

You want to lay a wager? You in, Andy?

Andy’s hand had been occupied, ever since Frank inserted his lewd suggestion into the chat.

Oh Definitely. Because I know she wants it. She’s highly suggestible.

Isn’t that right, Sweetheart? After I suggested putting the tip in, you let Frank inside you.

Didn’t you? Oh, you’ll pay.

You couldn’t answer, just panted at the realization that you were being sexted by two men at the same time.

She barely let me in Andy... It was torture, had me cumming in seconds.

I would have loved to have tasted you, Baby Doll. Got me hard just remembering it, look.

Frank sent a dick pic to the group chat, large pink head glistening with precum and looking right at the camera on his phone to the delight of both you and Andy.

In response, Andy sent one of him stroking off, large hand around his even larger cock, shaft, tip, and balls glistening with lube. You sent back a voice memo.

“You both look delicious. Would love to have both of you in my…. anything right now.”

You sent them a picture of your pussy, two fingers in as deep as you could go. Your voice made Andy almost blow his load. Frank was feeling the same way.

Andy called you and Frank on threeway.

“Hello?”

The need and timidity in your voice made both men pulse in their hands, close to their highs.

“Is that for us? And did you say ‘Anything’, Sweetheart? Did you mean your mouth? Pull your fingers out of your pussy, stick them in your mouth and suck your juices off. Because that is what will be required of you with our dicks.”

The deep timbre of Andy’s voice made you huff harder as you did as you were told, imagining sucking them off at the same time. The slurping sounds of you obeying made Frank even harder.

“Fuck Baby Doll. Such a nastly little slut for us. Did you mean that you want both of us in your tight little pussy?”

Frank’s voice made you whine and whisper his name.

“Fraankkkk…”

Andy barrelled ahead.

“You know what I dream about Frank? It’s a bit extreme…”

He didn’t say it, but your imagination went reeling. They could tell by your silence save for the little huffs that you were trying to keep quiet.

“That would be hot, but fuck, I have waking dreams of you squirting in my mouth…”

Frank’s gravelly, lust filled voice was about to do you in.

“I love the way you two fucked me. I want that, I want to be used.”

“Shit! Sweetheart….”

Andy’s voice conveyed his need.

You were huffing and moaning, your fingers in your pussy and circling your clit; you were at the height of desperation.

“What are you doing, Baby Doll? Are you touching yourself again?”

You were silent, with tears in your eyes as you imagined them both inside you.

“Answer him!”

Andy’s order caused you to whimper as your wetness multiplied.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Frank’s praise made you keen. “Just don’t squirt again until I can get my mouth on you.”

“Oh shit!”

Andy wouldn’t let you recover from Frank’s verbal assault.

“I think the first time we have her again, we fuck both holes at the same time, get her loose, and then start training us to take us both in one…”

“Ohhhh, Andyyyyyyy!”

It took just a couple of minutes before you were cumming. You moaned loud and long as you came at the dirty, dirty thoughts they were putting in your head. You heard their curses as they grunted and groaned through their own orgasms.

“Just wait until Andy and I get you alone in a room.”

You could hear them both moving around, cleaning themselves up. You just lay on the phone, wanting their arms around you.

“You’ve broken us, Sweetheart. You know that right? We are completely and utterly ruined for anyone else but you. What do you want? What do you need for us to be together again?”

Andy was desperate to be official. Things were getting real.

“I want you both. Soon.”

“When can we see you again? Together?”

You shivered with anticipation and the after-effects of your orgasm. But you couldn’t be caught slipping.

“I’m busy this week. But I’ll be at the Halloween party next Friday.”

The annual party at The Bar was legendary. They were both quiet. They knew you were spooked.

“I have an idea for a…A costume for all of us.”

“Oh? Are you going to claim us in public?”

Frank was only halfway joking. It was one of the elephants in the room. But you were ready.

You smiled to yourself.

“Funny you should say that…”

You explained your idea, ignoring Andy’s groans and talking over Frank’s laughter. Finally, they agreed. In truth, they would have agreed to anything, they were so gone for you.

You got off the phone reluctantly, even though you would be late for work.

When they wished you a good day, you found yourself wishing that you were going to come home to them at the end of it.

Andy and Frank assailed you all week with a combined attack of erotic selfies, soul-rendering texts and promises that your pussy would be assaulted on sight. So you stayed away, not trusting your willpower.

On Halloween at The Bar, everyone got their costumes wrong. Andy and Frank didn’t correct anyone all night, just smiled and took their drink orders. They looked out of place, yet perfect next to each other behind the bar, and in fact your costume idea earned them extra tips.

They were on edge all night, waiting for you to make an appearance.

Finally, the bell on the door didn’t disappoint. You and your friends entered The Bar, and you were all their dreams were made of.

They saw your horns first, red and glittery, shining in your mass of hair, which was down your back and around your shoulders, straight and glossy for the night.

Your lips were red, matching the short leather dress you were wearing. Their eyes, and everyone else’s, were drawn to your lace up bustier top, your soft breasts barely contained within. Your legs were encased in black sandals, the long ribbons lacing up to your knees.

Both of their mouths dropped open as you approached, and everyone watched as you went behind the bar. You looked over your shoulder as they followed you into the back room.

“Well hellooo, Baby Doll.”

Frank was taking you all in and you could feel Andy’s vibe beside him.

“Hello.”

You smiled innocently and brought what you had out of your purse.

Andy started to sweat.

“You were serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

You looked at both men who were staring hungrily at you. They looked hot in black leather pants and black harnesses and nothing else. Your mouth watered at the sight before you, but you went on with your plan.

“If you could be good boys,” You got as close as you could to Frank and Andy without touching them, giving a view down your dress. “And stay in place,” you looked down at their black leather clad crotches. “We can have fun later.”

They didn’t answer you, just stared at you and made you squirm as they smiled.

“Let’s go.”

“I’m down.”

They were very agreeable. And not very talkative. You wondered what they were up to.

You took the leads in your hands and hooked them to the harnesses.

You took a deep breath and asked, “Are you ready?”

Andy and Frank smiled at you.

“Lead the way.”

“After you.”

You smiled and turned around, leading them back into the bar. It was you who wasn’t ready.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, talking, drinking, dancing, serving, and turned to look at you three. Your heart stopped when the noise did, wondering what made you come up with this idea. Then you looked back at your boys. You went forward and led them to the rail behind the bar, fastening the chain to it. They weren’t fixed in one spot and could move the length of the bar, but not from behind it.

Everyone watched as the boys obeyed you, and as you reached up, grabbed their face and gave each of them a deep kiss. They didn’t resist, and eagerly took what you had to offer, but they didn’t make any moves toward you either. You were a little disappointed, but you’d laid out the ground rules pretty clearly.

Pete cleared his throat.

“So what is this costume then?”

You looked him straight in the eyes.

“A succubus and her sex slaves.”

A slow clap began behind you and you turned to see Scott putting his hands together and encouraging others to join in. Soon, the whole joint was applauding and cheering.

You smiled and waved at Andy and Frank who had started to bartend again, cheeks slightly red but a twinkle in their eyes. You joined your friends and their chorus of “I knew it”s, and “I told you so’s” greeting you.

The night both dragged and flew by; you had fun with your friends, but were anticipating the night with Andy and Frank. You hardly looked at them for fear of how they and you would react to eye contact.

Closing time soon came and you waited patiently for Andy to count the till and Frank to help clean up. Scott and Pete got the deposit ready and bid you all goodnight.

“Have… fun!”

Pete’s eyebrow was raised as he and Scott chuckled their way out of the door.

You stood in between Frank and Andy’s warm bodies, feeling faint from want. You couldn’t wait anymore.

“So.. what do you want…”

Andy raised his finger to his lips, drawing your attention there and silencing you.

“Listen before you speak. We want you to be certain of what you ask.”

The care they had for you was the ultimate aphrodisiac. The thought of that sent your skin into goose bumps and made your nipples hard.

Frank advanced toward you, licking his lips as his eyes takes along your body.

“We want to take care of you right here, Baby Doll. But you’ve got to ask.”

Andy eyed you from two feet away. You remembered your big talk and jokes of a wager but you no longer cared about your pride.

“I want you both. Now. Please, I need you to touch me.”

You looked up at them under your lashes.

“Do you want me to get on my knees to beg?”

Frank groaned. “Fuck yes, Baby Doll. But not here.”

He moved toward you first, reaching out to start unlacing your bodice. When the string was loose, he lifted you up and sat you on the bar.

Andy hung back and watched you and Frank, not for certain that this was real. He couldn’t believe it.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful.”

You and Frank looked over at him, and Andy flushed, not realizing that he said it aloud.

You smiled and Frank responded.

“She sure is.”

He reached out for you slowly as you nodded at him, giving him permission to expose you.

Frank peeled the leather away from your skin and your breasts spilled out, warm and soft against the red leather.

Andy moved closer and caressed your nipple, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“You like that, Sweetheart?”

You could only nod.

“We only want to make you feel good.” His lips descended toward the top of your breasts, kissing tenderly. “But remember, you did say that you wanted to be used.”

You shivered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Andy’s praise and his smile was everything.

Frank’s fingers were tracing the lips of your pussy through your leather thong.

“Andy and I have been dreaming of paying you the attention you deserve, from both of us.”

Frank’s eyes held yours as he lowered his head to your breast as he fingered you, those lips encasing your hard bud. You were watching him, so you felt Andy before you saw him, his red lips and tongue beginning to pull at your other nipple.

“Ohhhhh, shittttt!”

You put your hands in their hair as they sucked at your breasts eagerly. You arched your back, causing you to shift on the bar as Andy’s finger slid inside you next to Frank’s. The full feeling was heaven along with the nipple stimulation.

Andy looked up and released your nipple with a pop. You noticed that his face had changed as he reached up and smacked your cheek, the smart of it causing you to clamp down and gush over their fingers.

“Stay still. You agreed we could have our fun. You have to take it.”

Andy was totally Daddy now and that voice was in control of you.

“O- okay.”

“What was that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s better.”

Andy went back to sucking your breasts, Frank holding, molding, and squeezing your breasts for both of their mouths. Andy moved to put his other hand on your ass to keep you still while their fingers pushed inside you on either side of your panties, having you make a mess on the bar.

Frank looked up as you were writing on the limited confines of what they gave you, lips wet with saliva.

“You gonna cum with us both inside you? Right now it’s just our fingers. Tell us what else you want.”

Andy looked up and started twisting your nipples as you writhed under their gaze.

“Tell us how cum hungry you are.”

You could barely speak, but you did as you were told, the sound of the light chain moving as they did what they wanted adding to the mood.

“I want you to fuck me Andy. And then I want Frank to fuck me. I want you to take turns using me as your cumslut. Then I want you both inside my holes, filling me up.”

Frank’s eyes almost closed as he felt your pussy clench around thier fingers.

“You do, don’t you? You want that.”

“Yessss!”

“It’s amazing how fucking perfect you are…”

Frank buried his face in your neck, starting to mark you up good.

“You belong to us? So that we can use you however we see fit?”

Andy was in heaven watching you and Frank. He maneuvered his pinkie to ghost over your other hole.

“Oh god, yes!”

You were staring to pulse around their fingers and they knew you were close.

“So, if we told you not to cum right now, you’d hold it?”

Frank’s mouth went to your nipple again and scraped it with his teeth.

“I— I can’t!”

“You better fucking hold it!”

Andy grabbed your face and squeezed as he watched Frank suck your nipple.

“That mouth is talented, isn’t it? Bet you wanna see it wrapped around my cock.”

You closed your eyes, as if that could shut out the sound of Andy’s words and their effect on your brain.

Frank bit your nipple lightly and groaned.

“Feel how tight she is. Can hardly move our fingers.” Frank looked you in the eye.

“Did you forget how to take our cocks? Might as well cum…”

Before he could finish, you released and shook uncontrollably, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over you. Frank and Andy held you, making sure you were safe.

“…On our fingers Baby Doll.”

“So fucking eager.” Andy glared at you. “Will you be as eager when we punish you with our cocks?”

Frank chuckled and licked his hand as Andy admonished you.

“I deserve to be punished, Daddy. I’ve been bad.”

Andy’s jaw clenched at your response.

“Oh, it’s guaranteed Sweetheart.”

He grabbed your face and pulled you into a ferocious kiss that had you clenching anew. He slotted himself between your legs as Frank stood beside you and brought Andy’s hand up to his mouth to suck you off of his fingers. He used his other hand to pull your hair making you expose your neck to Andy, who promptly licked you from collarbone to chin. You whimpered.

“Give me the key, Baby Doll.”

You obeyed, sliding the key to the chains out of a small pocket on your dress. Frank unlocked himself and Andy, carefully winding the chain around his hand.

“This will come in handy for both of you cocksluts. Let’s go, Andrew.”

Andy lifted you off the bar and over his shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes up the stairs to his apartment.

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How was Andy holding up while the reader was away kn The Bar series?? Like, I don’t really feel bad for neither Andy nor Frank because what they did was way worse than the reader leaving but I do feel like Andy took it the hardest given how his feelings for the reader.

Ahhhhh it’s such a good series, I could imagine the ending in so many different ways whether it’s the reader completely moving on, or ending up with both the boys or just being alone, either way it’s been a great read. Thank you for always writing these gems🤎🤎

Aw Nonnie! 🤎🤎 Sorry that it’s taken me a minute to get to this ask. These three deserve it all!

Here you Go:

Better Left Alone

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

Summary: How Andy doesn’t deal when you’re gone.

A Bar AU drabble.

Word count: 650 wds

Warnings: 18+ Only because of the AU. Minors DNI! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST.

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Andy read your note again and again.

“I could have loved you both if you had just been honest.”

He sat down for a few minutes which became a few hours. Frank moved around him, talked to him, saw through him.

Andy didn’t register anything but your words on the page. He needed to find an analgesic for the loss that he felt. It was all too familiar, yet brand new. Detachment was an old friend.

He heard someone offer him a bottle of water. For the first time in hours he acknowledged Frank’s presence by looking at him. It felt like they were underwater. Andy sure as hell couldn’t breathe without you. Frank looked terrible, almost as bad as Andy felt.

“You have her folks’ address? You can get it?”

Frank's words were as desperate as his countenance.

“Leave it alone.”

Andy’s voice was low and cracked, throat dry from lack of fluid and the huge lump that was there.

“What? We have to go after her, explain…”

Andy stood up, grabbed the bottle of water and walked toward the door.

“But what about the rings? Don’t you even want to try?”

Frank sounded like he was crying. Andy didn’t care.

“I said. LEAVE IT ALONE!”

Andy’s voice echoed through the apartment, probably because it was so empty now. He bowed his head and placed his velvet box on the table by the door.

“Pawn ‘em. And lock the door on the way out.”

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It took a month for Andy to say more than two words to Frank. They worked around each other with a careful, precise avoidance that came only with past intimacy. They functioned, barely survived.

Andy ran on bitterness and self-hatred; he’d dared to hope again and then got greedy and selfish.

You’d been right, he wasn’t an honest man. Never had been, never would be. It was how he dealt with his past trauma. How could he even dare to expect to find love? Love, as such as you had offered him, was not for the likes of him.

And Frank. Andy had to admit that how he felt about Frank hinged upon you. It could have been the perfect combination, but they’d fucked it up with thier gluttony.

Andy didn’t deserve one love, much less two. His heart was better left alone.

He did have connections in New York, however, and had taken steps to ensure that you were physically safe. When he heard that you went back to work at Hatchette, he pulled some strings.

Cooper, his friend from undergrad was the HR manager in Boston. Two months in, He invited him to The Bar for some free rounds before Frank got to work.

His friend downed the two fingers of Macallan Rare Cask and queried his college buddy.

“So, do you want me to make her an offer she can’t refuse?”

Andy gave him a little smile and shook his head at his dramaticism.

“No Coop. Just present her the offer. If she doesn’t want to take it, leave it alone.”

“I don’t know…Who would want to leave New York City for Boston?”

Andy put an unopened bottle of the Macallan’s on the bar. Cooper’s eyes got big.

“One of these every month for a year.”

Andy’s offer was hard to refuse.

“I think we can make her an offer. I hear she’s a good Junior editor. She’ll make a good addition to the team.”

Andy gave him a look.

Cooper finished his drink and tucked the bottle in his arm like a baby.

“If she accepts.”

Frank passed Cooper coming out of the bar with the bottle. He questioned Andy when he got inside.

“Did that man just rob us?”

“What man?”

Andy’s look made Frank leave it alone.

When Andy heard you were coming back to Boston a few weeks later, he asked Frank a question.

“Did you still have those rings?”

Frank gave Andy a smirk.

“What do you think?”

Suddenly, Andy didn’t feel so alone.

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Compersion

Ok, I’m a doofus and just deleted an ask about whether or not Andy has a hard time adjusting to seeing Frank and Reader together.

Answer below the cut.

18+Only, smutty thots, description of sex acts and of what happens in Set the Bar.

At first when Frank began flirting with you, Andy was annoyed. But when you flirted back, he started thinking. There was a twinkle in your eye that wasn’t there for him.

He was your Daddy, but you liked the power of a Frank’s attention. And while Andy didn’t want to change the dynamics of your relationship, he enjoyed watching you with Frank.

Frank was in his ear after he saw you and Andy on the bartop. Andy brushed it off, but the thought invaded his dreams, waking him up every morning as hard as a rock and driving him to you to use your cum hole until you begged him to stop. It wasn’t enough. He needed both of you. He finally agreed to the plan.

As Andy watched you cry, he felt awful. You were upset because of him and he wasn’t there to comfort you. But then he saw you take control. You’d made a decision and got what you wanted, which was your pleasure and Frank’s cock.

And it looked… so fucking good, you jacking off, writhing under Frank’s mouth and then creaming up his dick, all the while looking like a a fucking queen.

It was so much better than he imagined. He had to have some of that. Andy just sat there for a while after watching you and Frank fall asleep over FaceTime, replaying the scene in his head.

He realized he could have it all.

Andy started packing; he couldn’t wait to join you and Frank.

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When the next the bar au part? 👀

Have you read Raise the Bar? Came out today.

😩

After that, I can’t want to say specifically , but soooonnnnn!

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What did our favorite throuple do for NYE?

😩

We’re almost there, Love!

Have you read the part that I published today?

Raise the Bar?

It takes us almost to Halloween. One for Halloween, then one for the holiday. So one, maybe two more fics and were there.

But let me tell you.

It’s something special.

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The Bar AU

Barkeep! Andy Barber x Reader x Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Backstory (drabble)

I. The Bar Minimum

You’re one of Andy’s bartenders; your heart is on the top shelf. (Pt. 1)

II. Bar None

Andy lets you know exactly what’s up and who you belong to. All in the shower. (Pt.2)

The Past (drabble)

III. No Holds Barred

Your attitude gets you into a bit of a situation. (Pt 3)

Before You (drabble)

IV. Low Bar

What does Andy do when you go home for Thanksgiving? (Pt. 4)

Moments with Frank (drabble)

V. Set the Bar

What happens when Andy goes out of town leaving you and Frank alone together? (Pt. 5)

Compersion (drabble)

VI. Bar the Door

Everything comes to a head (or two). How do you take the news that you’ve been played? Is there going to be a happily ever after? (Pt. 6)

Better Left Alone (drabble)

VII. April Fools

Why did you ever step foot in The Bar again? (Pt 7)

VIII. Boys of Summer

What Happens when Andy and Frank come to your rescue? (Pt. 8)

IX. Raise the Bar

Things are moving along, and all three (well, Frank at least) get a taste of what’s to come

X. Open the Bar

Your relationship w/Andy & Frank comes out in the open.

XI. Crossing the Bar

You’re ready for your closeup with Andy and Frank.

Good Morning (drabble)

XII. Bar All Else

It’s Endgame for you and the boys.

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Bar None

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Angst, employer/employee relationship, hangover, shower sex, rough handling, mention of sex w/multiple partners at once, oral (m receiving), face fucking, raw sex (wrap it up), breeding kink, anal play, anal sex, fluff.

A/N: Good morning! 🌞 This is part two of Bar Minimum, requested by @ysmmsy Hope you enjoy, Love! Not Beta’d.

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Andy leaned against the wall and lazily watched you enjoy the hot stream of water. The waterfall cascading down your ass was getting him hard again despite the fact that you didn't say ‘I love you’ back.

Maybe he’d put it out there too soon. Maybe you didn’t feel that way at all. Well, you were still here showering without him, so at least this physical thing was strong.

You turned around and Andy dragged his eyes from the rivulets of water running down your shaved pussy, up your belly, to the water cascading down your breasts. Then he saw the look on your face, full of petulance. That raised his ire, and his cock.

That attitude needed to be tamed.

“Did you let that blonde bitch suck your dick, Andy?”

Andy smiled. You were jealous. Maybe you did care. Or maybe you just didn’t want anyone else to have him.

Or both.

“Trish?”

Andy stood up straight and stared down at you.

“Perhaps she offered…”

He took a step toward you.

“And perhaps I took her up on it.”

He watched your lip quiver as you looked him in the eye, head tilted upward to face him, ready to buck. His heart beat faster.

“Or perhaps, like I said this morning, I haven’t touched anyone else…”

“I bet you like her tits.”

You just couldn’t let it go.

Andy raised his eyebrow.

“They’re nice.”

You were swole, looking as if you wanted to fight.

“But yours are beautiful.”

Andy reached up and rubbed your wet nipples.

“And when you’re pregnant with my baby, they will be huge too.”

Andy’s hands and deep voice were doing things to you. But you couldn’t let that slide.

“Who says I want to have your baby?”

You huffed, lips pouty again and eyes hooded with desire.

“You did a little while ago when you begged me to cum inside you.”

He had you there. His hands were running up and down your wet body, long thick fingers reaching for your private spots, like he owned you.

You weren’t quite ready to concede that yet, however.

“What about you?”

Andy’s tone changed slightly as he remembered the stunt you pulled.

“Were you gonna go home with those three guys and take all of their dicks?”

He wondered if he couldn’t satisfy you.

“Were you going to take one in your mouth?” He grabbed your cheeks and pushed hard, making your lips push out.

“One in your cunt,” he slapped your pussy with his fingers, forcing your thighs apart with one hand.

“And one in your ass?”

You cringed when you realized what nearly happened last night.

“N-no Andy, I- “

He slid his wet hand around your ass, slapped it.

“Shut it,” he barked, then he started toying with your asshole. Your guttural moan told him that you liked what he was doing, and his heart raced.

He released your face, pushing it back a little, noticing the look in your eyes.

“Get on your fucking knees. Now.”

“But, the tile…”

Andy stared at you and raised his voice.

“Did I ask for you to speak? Get the fuck down there and suck my dick.”

Your wetness flooded your pussy as you scrambled to do what he said. It was like your body was on autopilot.

“Open that mouth. Wide, Like I like it.”

Andy’s eyes glinted down at you as you opened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and looked up at him.

“So fucking hot.”

Andy slid his cock past your tongue and down your throat as you chugged it, closing your mouth to suck him from root to tip. He grabbed your hair and fucked your face again, loving when he did that.

He pulled you off and you reached up to stroke him off, sucking his balls in the process. Andy slumped against the wall as he succumbed to your pleasures.

He looked down at you, mouth open and panting, face so expressive of everything you were doing to him.

After a moment, Andy made you stop and pulled you up by your arm roughly. He grabbed you like he wanted to shake sense into you.

“The only dick going in those places is mine, got it?”

Andy was really worked up. You nodded at him, not prepared to say what you knew he wanted to hear yet.

He lifted you up and onto his cock, leaning you against the wall and making you go dumb.

“I said, do you understand?”

How in the world could he ask a question when you were sitting on a literal Barber pole? You were practically drooling, but him beginning to drill you woke you up. You just nodded again.

Andy was huffing up into your face as he looked up at you, watching you and your bliss as your pussy fluttered around him and gripped his dick.

His hands, grasping your thighs as you rode his cock, slipped up to your ass, and squeezed your cheeks. Andy’s fingers brushed that empty hole again and you clutched his shoulders tighter and moaned.

“Ohhhhhh! Andy!”

You arched your back and your nipples almost poked a hole in his chest, they were so hard.

Andy brushed your asshole again. And again you moaned. His eyes connected with yours as he slid in and out of your slick.

“You like that?”

Andy moved his fingers more purposely as he spoke to you through gritted teeth. Your head hit the tile wall as he rubbed your tight hole and rocked inside you.

He pushed two of his wet fingers inside your tight channel and started pumping, stretching you out and going deep.

“HNnnhhhh!!”

You braced your hand against the shower door to get purchase in the temporal world. You were blissed out. The feeling was full and amazing. You panted against his shoulder and bit it as he started going harder.

“Feels so gooooddd!”

“This isn’t half of it yet.” Andy’s breath was hot in your ear. “You’re gonna get this dick in your ass. Gonna fucking fill you up.”

You whimpered and your eyes teared up at the raw emotion he was acting out.

“Yes, yes. Please Andyyyy! I’m yours. You know I love you too. You gotta know.”

You cried for him and you came all over him, riding both his cock and his fingers.

Andy pulsed and wanted to release into your cunt, but knew that he wanted the ultimate prize, so he held back and fucked you through your orgasm, watching you.

Andy had to close his eyes to keep from cuming because hearing you say that you loved him made him on the verge of losing control.

He held you fast under the warm stream until your pulses slowed down, and then let you slide down the wall. He looked down at you and kissed you lovingly. Then he leaned over and growl/whispered in your ear.

“Nipples on the fucking wall.”

A fear/lust sensation bloomed in your stomach and you didn’t hesitate to obey. You turned and pressed your cheek against the cold tile wall, arching your back as you felt Andy spread his palm against your spine.

You felt cold liquid soap squirted between your cheeks and Andy’s slippery fingers breach your ass again and scissor within you, getting you ready.

“Oh, Andy…” You whimpered and bit your lip.

He leaned forward. “You good?” He whispered as he opened you up.

“Fuck yes.”

You smiled and Andy low key growled as he placed his hands on your waist to steady you, kicked your feet apart with his foot and leaned his chest against your back to again. He maneuvered and dipped his hips to position the head of his cock at your tight hole.

“All of you. Is. Mine.”

With each word he eased into you, causing you to keen with each thrust.

“Ahhhhh! Yes!”

You felt him pulse and heard him moan each time you cried. Both of you were spurred on by the other’s pornographic sounds.

What started off slow and easy became a frantic pace and action of Andy biting your shoulder, you reaching back to pull his hair and both of you working to wreak your hole.

When Andy reached around and thrummed your clit was when you lost your vision and started shaking violently at your orgasm, squeezing and milking his cock for dear life.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Andy jerked inside you, warm cum spurting out and down your legs, traveling with the water down the drain.

You both stayed pressed against the wall, holding each other’s hands and panting. When he came to his senses, Andy kissed your cheek and carefully pulled out, washing you clean with his hands.

You did the same, languidly soaping Andy’s hard body. You two shared little kisses and smiles, and your eyes drooped again, this time from exhaustion.

Andy wrapped you in a thick fluffy towel and tucked you back into his bed with a forehead kiss. You smiled up at him and closed your eyes. You could get used to this.

You were already floating on a cloud of sleep when you heard Andy get dressed and pad to the kitchen.

“I’m going to make us some food. Your ass better be in that bed when I get back.”

You scoffed and turned over to get more comfortable.

You were all in now.

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Bar the Door

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

Part 6 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Set the Bar.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Bisexual sex, Daddy kink, Praise kink, mmf, lying, deception, seduction, jealousy, cheating, masturbation, safe words, slapping, oral (m/f receiving), squirting, anal sex, double penetration, after care, Angst. Unprotected sex (wrap that shit up!)

A/N: This one is out there! Let me know if you like it. 😃

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You opened your eyes to Frank’s face and froze. What happened the night before happened, and you weren’t even drunk. You couldn’t assuage the sinking feeling in your stomach as you thought of how you would tell Andy.

What the fuck had you done??

You moved to get out of bed and Frank tightened his hold on you, drawing you back into his warm, hard body.

No matter how good it felt, no matter how much you wanted to snuggle, you persisted in your quest to escape the bed and succeeded, responding to Frank's grumble with the assertion that you needed to go pee.

You walked into the kitchen for a glass of water after a quick shower. You were wrapped in a towel, trying to figure out what next when you heard Andy’s key in the lock and the shower start at the same time.

You froze when he came in the door.

He saw you, dropped his bag and came over to you, picking you up in a giant bear hug.

“Hello, Sweetheart!”

“Andy!”

You had no other words as you looked up at him. Then you came to your senses.

“What are you doing back?”

Andy looked at you, careful to smile. He didn’t want to scare you. It was time to be honest.

“Frank FaceTimed me last night and I came as soon as I could.”

You cocked your head, confused, thinking of when Frank would have FaceTimed Andy.

“Hey, You.”

You turned to see Frank leaning against the door frame, towel around his waist and water dripping down his chest, smiling at Andy.

“Hey.”

Andy moved toward Frank and kissed him full on the mouth.

Your jaw dropped as everything clicked in your head. Everything that you didn’t even want to think came flooding through your brain.

Andy’s side piece, Frank sleeping in his bed, his interest in you and Andy. It all made so much sense. You processed it all and then went numb.

“Well, I guess I’m the fool here.”

You were trying to remain calm. Frank had gone to get some sweats and Andy watched and waited to approach you together.

“Baby Doll, you’ve got to listen.”

“Listen to what? Your sick plan to play me out? Did you FaceTime when we had sex Andy? Did you set me up, Frank?”

You tried to push past them.

“Move the fuck out of my way.”

They formed a brick wall.

“Not until you listen.”

“Fuck you both.”

They finally let you through and you went to the bedroom to gather your things. They spoke while you moved.

“We didn’t plan this. At first. Me and Frank were just a fling. I was all in with you. But when you went home for Thanksgiving, I realized I still wanted Frank too.”

You couldn’t look at Andy as he spoke. The betrayal.

“And I fell head over heels, Baby Doll.” Frank captured your eyes and you looked away.

“I was already in deep with Andy, and you. I know why he fell so hard, because I did too.”

Your mind was whirring. You wanted to burn down the bar but there had to be a better way.

“We both want you. And we want you to want us both. We want you to love us both.”

You finally turned around to look at Andy, Frank standing beside him.

You walked up to him and slapped him, the sound ringing off the walls. He reached up and touched his face as Frank squared up. You slapped him too. And just as hard.

You turned around and stalked to the other side of the room, next to the bed. You were shaking with rage.

Andy came up behind you.

“We deserved that. But we didn’t know how to say it. We just decided to show you.”

Andy pulled your shaking body against his as Frank stood on the other side of the bed.

“Can we show you, Baby Doll?”

Andy released you as Frank reached for his towel. Your eyes were transfixed as you heard Andy rid himself of his clothes, taking this moment of opportunity.

You watched his cock swing along his thighs as he moved to kneel on the bed and grab it, stroking it with long, languid strokes. You clenched when you remembered how it felt.

“Are your nipples hard for me?”

Frank cocked his eyebrow.

“Let Andy show you off.”

Andy came up behind you again, tugging on your towel and letting it drop as he palmed your breasts, then pinched your nipples. You groaned in pleasure as you thought of the possibilities.

You made a decision as Andy’s hands roamed all over you as both of you watched Frank stroking off. You felt Andy’s hard cock on your back and heard his hard breathing in your ear.

“That’s right Frank, baby, stroke that shit for us. Get it ready. Tell me, what did you do to our girl last night?”

Frank looked at you both with hooded eyes and licked his lips.

“Fuck Andy. What did she do to me?” He looked at you. “She ruined me.”

You arched your back and leaned against Andy as his hands roamed your torso, rubbing your belly, grazing your pussy and nipples with long fingers. He licked that spot on your neck that made you groan and then started pulling on your nipples.

“She made me cum just at the sight of her, and then, she almost sucked my soul out with that mouth of hers. You didn’t tell me it was THAT good. Shit, Andy.”

Frank reached out and trailed his hand up your thigh until he reached your dripping pussy. He looked both you and Andy in the eyes as he slipped four fingertips through your wet folds.

“She’s such a good fucking girl. For both of us.”

Andy spoke to you as he addressed Frank, leaning down to push two fingers into your cunt while Frank played with your clit. This was going to be sensation overload and you wondered how you would handle it. Your thighs started trembling as Frank continued his story.

“And then I tasted this pussy.”

Frank withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, painting them with your slick. He looked up at Andy, mouth wet, eyes pleading.

“It’s one of the last tastes I want to have in my mouth before I die, Andy.”

Andy’s fingers fucked you faster as he growled into your skin. Frank scrambled up and grabbed Andy over your shoulder, kissing him passionately as they both tasted you on his mouth. Frank’s hand slipped in between you two to your clit and you shivered as you watched the men kiss.

They drew apart and came for you, all of you sharing the filthiest three-way kiss as they made you cum with their fingers, your body shaking and vibrating between them.

Andy and Frank pressed you between their hard, taught bodies and supported you as they kissed your mouth, your skin, and each other. You slipped your arms around Frank’s shoulders and Andy held you both tight around your waists. Their cocks pounded, pressed on either side of you.

“D’you want more? More of us?”

Andy said it into your shoulder while Frank kissed the top of his head.

“I want all of you.”

Andy sighed and nodded. He had a couple of questions.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot. You need safe words. This will probably be overwhelming.”

“Because we plan to make this all about you, Baby Doll. We both want more of that pussy. I’d love to have your ass. The only time I’ve been jealous is when Andy told me he’d had it. We want to make you feel good, Baby Doll.”

Frank's smile and sweet/nasty words did you in.

“Ok.”

You sighed, still catching your breath from your orgasm.

“How about Sunshine for go and Rain for stop?”

Andy uncoiled himself from around you, creating space between you, you shivered as Frank did the same.

“Excellent choices. Now lay back and show us how we did.”

You could tell that Andy’s elbow was cocked without even looking at him, and Frank’s smirk told you that you were correct.

They fixed the pillows against the headboard and you reclined back against them. Each man kneeled on the bed, beautiful cocks bouncing in the air as they watched you, hands reaching for each other and your legs to slowly pull them apart and as you lay back and watched them.

You watched them stroke each other off, fascinated, licking your lips as they stared at each other, and then you.

You moved to sit up, wanting them both in your mouth. Andy pushed you back down.

“We’re going to eat you now.”

Frank lightly slapped the side of Andy’s cock.

“Don’t be so mean, Andrew. Let her taste.”

The way Andy ducked his head and looked down when Frank said that made you feel some kinda way. You’d never seen Andy submit. It was hot as hell.

You sat up again and grabbed both of thier cocks, feeling their heavy, but different weights in your hands. You moved up on your knees and stroked languidly while looking up at them through your eyelashes.

You tugged slightly so that the heads of their cocks were touching. Then you French kissed the fuck out of that beautiful mashup, your tongue slipping between their salty slits.

Andy opened his mouth and moaned loudly and Frank groaned deep in his throat as your saliva ran down both of their shafts, and you stroked them while taking turns deepthroating both. Soon your head was trapped between their abs as they started kissing each other, the lewd tower making you want more and more.

They pulled apart and watched you and making eye contact with each other.

“Fuck, Baby Doll. Andy was right. You’re gonna suck us dry. You need to stop… fuck”

“No, no, no. It’s all sunshine down here. I’m having fun.”

You grinned at them, face ruined with saliva and precum.

“Please. Please. Lay back, shit. Please.”

Andy begging was new, so you obliged, laying back on the pillows and tugging on your nipples with your Andy/Frank wet fingers.

This time, the men wasted no time grabbing each of your legs, pulling them wide, and diving for your pussy. Their tongues wrestled as they competed for your clit.

The sensations were too much as you grabbed handfuls of their hair and wrapped a leg around two different shoulders. Four fingers on two men’s hands fucked into you while they continued to kiss around yor clit.

Just the realization of what was happening caused you to cum, so forcefully that it took both of them to hold you down as they continued to eat you through it.

“Fuck, fuck, holy fuck!!!!”

“What’s the word?”

Andy was panting as Frank lifted your limp body on top of him, maneuvering you over his face as Andy held you from behind.

“Sunshine!”

You said it as you looked down at Frank.

“Good, because I’ve missed this pussy.”

Andy bent you over, pushing your head into the pillows, and swiped his cock through your folds. You could feel Frank kissing your thigh as Andy slid in.

“Fuck! I’m home! Shit!”

Frank started sucking your clit and you could feel his hand rolling Andy’s balls against you as he was stuffed deep inside you. You could already feel the coil inside you tightening.

Andy started moving and Frank increased the pressure of his sucking as he moaned, Andy’s thrusts knocking your pussy into his mouth.

“Gotdamn. So tight. Imagine how tight you will be, how full you will feel, when we’re both inside you.”

You whimpered, tears leaking out of your eyes as you tried to hold it.

“You want that? You want me and Frank to fuck you stupid?”

You moaned, holding on by a string.

“Answer me!”

Andy pulled your hair and you gasped and moaned as he started thrusting deeper, hitting your cervix. Frank started pulling on your clit more insistently.

You opened your mouth to answer as your orgasm rushed through you like a wildfire.

“FUCK! Yes!! Both of you! I want both!!”

And you released into Frank’s mouth, trying to pull off when you realized, only to have him pull you back down as Andy pulled out and lay beside him, reaching greedy fingers in to try and get some.

“Lucky bastard.”

Andy was mad, but the happiest he’d ever been in his life. He laughed at you as you sat back in Frank’s chest, hand on your mouth, shocked as you apologized to Frank.

“Sorry…”

You watched Andy lean over and lick Frank’s face, then kiss him, and you grabbed them and scratched their scalps.

A wet, breathless Frank grinned at you.

“Never apologize for that. Just give me more.”

You got up and he let you go to the bathroom for a wet towel to clean him up. You were greeted to the sight of Frank sucking your juices off of Andy’s cock. Andy was leaned back on his arms, watching with adoration. It was close to, but not the same look that he gave you when you did that.

Suddenly, and much quicker than you’d ever been able to make him, Andy started cumming. He groaned and grabbed Frank’s head and held it down as he pistoned his hips up into Frank’s mouth. Frank swallowed everything and then noticed you were there.

He grabbed you and kissed you, giving you a taste of you and Andy on his tongue.

“Thank you Baby Doll. So sweet.”

You watched him clean up and then bring the hot, wet towel between your legs, the rough texture making you jump from sensitivity.

“What do you want now?”

“I’d love to see you fuck him. But right now, I want you both to fuck me.”

You pointed at Andy and then yourself and Andy sat up, dick coming back to life.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy and swallowed for us, Frank, you get to have my ass.”

Andy frowned. You kissed him, moving to face him as Frank went for the nightstand with the lube.

“Don’t be a brat.” You whispered in his ear and bit it.

Andy chuckled and slapped your ass as he sat back against the pillows, pumping his cock to get it ready for you. You suddenly changed your mind.

“I think Me and Frank need to fuck YOU.”

“Mmmmm. Our girl. So nasty. So good.”

Frank kissed your shoulder as Andy’s eyes got big and his dick became rock hard. He whimpered as you moved his hand to position his cock at your entrance and Frank rubbed the cool lube on both your and Andy’s holes. You started riding him as Frank pressed two fingers inside Andy, stretching him out.

“Shit.”

Andy’s eyes were wide when you felt Frank move up against you, and watched Andy’s eyes shutter closed as Frank entered him.

“Daddy. Ma’am!” Andy’s lips turned into a delectable pout. “Fuck me.”

“Damn, BabyDoll. He’s never called me Daddy before. This must be just the right combination.”

Frank growled to both of you and then reached around for your clit as you started riding Andy and Frank started fucking him hard. You leaned back and let Frank do all the work as he moved Andy in and out of you as he did the same to Andy.

Andy’s mouth was open and he looked so delectable.

“Look at that little slut. You're our little cock and pussy slut, aren’t you?”

When Andy didn’t answer, Frank reached around you and slapped his face.

“Answer me!”

Andy gulped, opened his blazing blue eyes and said, “Yes Daddy. You and ma’am are fucking me so good.”

You started cuming again when you saw that, collapsing on Andy’s chest as you felt him pulse a little inside you. You held on for dear life, because you were exhausted. Four orgasms had ruined you.

Frank pulled out of Andy, causing him to whimper again. He reached for the wet towel and cleaned up, grabbing your ass as he did so.

“Wouldn’t want you to cum yet Andy, now would we? I’m not going to miss this ass. Especially now that she’s winking at me. What’s your word, Baby Doll?”

And Frank inserted his fingers inside your ass, scissoring them to loosen you up. Andy kissed the top of your head. You were so relaxed right now, you felt you could take on anything.

“Sunshine?”

Frank stopped moving and Andy rubbed your arms.

“You gotta be sure. What is your word?”

The sweetness and care was it for you. “Sunshine. Please.”

You were confident now.

“Good girl.”

Andy’s cock swelled larger inside you and Frank moved behind you again, rubbing up against your hole. Your heart beat fast as he breached the ring of muscle, but then you relaxed again.

Andy and Frank whispered sweet words of praise in your ear, kissing and caressing every available ince of your skin as Frank moved deeper and began to set the pace again.

“So good Baby Doll.”

“You look so fucking pretty all full of our cocks.”

“Suck a good girl taking us like this.”

“You feel like heaven.”

“Best thing in the world.”

Frank and Andy found the rhythm, one pulling almost all the way out and then back in deeply, smoothly shattering your brain with each thrust. You could hardly catch your breath between the both of them.

You were loudly moaning almost non-stop with each stroke of their magnificent dicks as one hit your spot and the other met it on the other side.

“Fuck, Baby Doll. I can feel Andy through your walls. Never felt heaven before.”

“Fucking Nirvana, Sweetheart.” Andy groaned into your throat before catching a nipple and sucking hard. Frank was strumming your clit as you squirted between them, bathing all of you as you came for the fifth time.

“Holy shit!”

You choked it out, voice hoarse from screaming.

You could feel Andy’s hot ropes of cum stream inside you as Frank pumped faster, started cuming inside you, and then pulled out.

You rested your head on the pillows as Andy and Frank both kept your ass in the air as they cleaned you up kissing and licking your sensitive, tired body. Then you were made to go pee and drink some water and collapsed on the bed as more hot towels cleaned you more properly. You were basically passed out when you were tucked into bed with fresh sheets and told to rest.

You slept like a rock for two hours when you woke to Andy’s empty bedroom. A note on the bedside table indicated that they had gone to the store to buy groceries for a meal.

You got up, showered quickly, and wrote your own note.

You gathered your things and left Andy’s apartment, going to your place to pack up there. You silenced and blocked Andy and Frank as they tried to reach you later, looking up and out of the window of the train as the snow covered terrain flew by.

You could have loved them both if they had just been honest.

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No Holds Barred

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader

Part 3 of The Bar AU. Read The Bar Minimum and Bar None.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Angst, employer/employee relationship, jealousy, fingering, edging, teasing, ass slapping, spit play, eating the groceries, oral (f receiving), raw sex on the bar (wrap it up), breeding kink, semi-public sex, voyeurism.

A/N: Blame @ysmmsy​ and @maroonsunrise83​ for this. It’s terrible (in a good way I think. Tell me if you like it.)

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You were leaning against the bar, cleaning a glass and giving that stank bitch the evil eye.

When you and Andy became official, you had him tell you what his date was like with her.

He admitted that although he didn’t take Trish up on her offer to suck his dick, or fuck her, he did kiss her to see if there was a connection. There wasn’t; he was hopelessly head over heels for you, but that didn’t make you content with the situation.

The fact that she kept coming around the bar made you mad.

And even though Andy was nothing but professional, you didn’t appreciate the way she eyed your man.

“Ay. Yo. Didn’t Trish order an espresso martini? 10 minutes ago?”

Frank was smirking at you.

“Oh, yeah.”

You smirked back at him, not moving to make her drink.

”Almost forgot.”

Frank just shook his head and went to the other end of the bar.

Andy came up from the basement with a box of bottles.

“Hey. Need you to bring up some wine. Box is at the bottom of the stairs.”

Andy was an exacting boss and even though he was your man, he was still all business at work.

“Hey Andy!”

Trish waved him over.

“You need some new help. I ordered a martini hours ago.”

The exaggeration and her hand on Andy’s arm made you forget yourself and stay to make her martini in order to listen.

“You shouldn’t be carrying those heavy boxes, Andy. You’ll strain your neck. Why don’t you take me out again? We can work out any kinks you might have.”

You glanced back at them. Andy was grimacing and Trish really looked like a bitch in heat.

“Sounds like a fun time, but I’m off the market, Trish. Why don’t you ask Frank?”

Andy turned to unload the boxes and raised his eyebrow at you. You should have heeded the warning.

“That’s a shame, Andy. Whoever it is, I hope they realize what a catch they have, and they better keep you satisfied.”

This bitch knew exactly who took Andy off the market; she was there when it all came out, but If she wanted to play dumb…

“Don’t do it.”

Frank whispered in your ear as he passed by. You ignored him and placed Trish’s drink in front of her, leaning forward and smiling.

“It’s me. Bitch. And don’t worry about me keeping him satisfied. Maybe I’ll let you watch him eating —”

Andy was right behind you, clearing his throat. You straightened up.

“That box, Darlin’?”

You almost laughed at the joke but then you noticed his tone. It was polite, but dangerous. He wasn’t playing around.

You nodded and cleared your throat, looking up at him with wide eyes. Your nipples were so fucking hard. Andy stared down at you, hands on his slim hips, daring you to try it.

Anyone watching would know that you two owned each other. But you were oblivious, heated, and annoyed.

You just turned on your heel and headed toward the basement, cussing both of them out under your breath on your way down. You were looking for the box when your foot hit something on the last step, a bottle.

You gasped and looked down to see a broken bottle of Moët & Chandon that cost almost $250.

“Shit!”

You bent down to clean up the bottle when you heard the upstairs door open and close.

You looked up to see Andy descending the stairs with an ominous look on his face.

“What do we have here?”

You looked up at him, then stood up and sighed.

“I broke a bottle of champagne. M’sorry Andy. Take it out of my check.”

You couldn’t look in his eyes.

He looked down and bent over to retrieve a large portion of the bottle that still contained some liquid. He placed it carefully on the table behind you.

“Let me guess. You were ticked off and didn’t pay attention.”

His voice was deep and seemed to go through you.

You didn’t answer, just turned to get the broom and dustpan, chastened. Andy grabbed your arm and placed his hands around your waist, and gently placed you on the table.

“Despite your green-eyed monster vibes up there, Trish apologized after you left.”

Andy tenderly tipped your chin up to look at him.

“Said our chemistry was amazing.”

Andy leaned forward and kissed you tenderly like he meant it. He left you breathless.

“Sit there, Darlin. Don’t move a muscle.”

You watched Andy get the broom and dustpan, and admired him as he cleaned up the glass.

When he was done, he turned back to you, putting his hands on your thighs and slotting himself between them. He moved his hands up and down your legs, teasing the skin just below your leather skirt.

“When you walked in this afternoon in this skirt, I knew I was going to fuck you on the bar after closing.”

Andy looked up at you, knowing full well that you were down for whatever. He was so damn cocky. And you loved it.

“Fuck, Andy-“

“But after that little display up there. I think that you need to have something to focus on besides your jealous mind.”

Andy’s hands were on the move, pushing your skirt and revealing your naked cunt.

“Oh.”

He looked up at you, smiling.

“Seems you had the same idea when you got dressed today.”

Andy pressed his thumb on your mound, causing your glistening red clit to poke out between your puffy lips. He licked his own and looked up at you.

“I’m suddenly very thirsty. You?”

He reached for the broken bottle and brought it to your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed and Andy trickled some of the liquid onto your tongue.

“Mmmmmm.”

You moaned and licked your lips. The danger of the broken bottle so close was getting you hot.

Andy cocked his head. “Good?”

You nodded. He smiled.

“Yeah? Lemme taste.”

But instead of bringing the broken glass to his lips, he opened your legs and tilted it so that the champagne spilled on your clit and between your pussy lips.

Your heart raced at the broken bottle between your legs, and you shivered at the cool, bubbly liquid in your warm cunt.

When Andy bent to lick it up, you convulsed at the sensation of his hot tongue lapping at you. He poured the rest on your clit and his tongue, then put the bottle down and started sucking your clit as if it was a fountain.

He ate you out like a pro. When he brought two fingers to the mix and deep in your cunt, a coil inside you got tighter, about to snap.

“Andy! Andy! OH! Ohhhhh!”

Your clit was a hard bud between his lips and he knew you were about to cum.

So he stopped.

“Andy?”

No matter how harsh Andy got, he always made sure you got yours and always finished what he started. You were confused.

Andy looked up at you as he stood, beard glistening with champagne and your pussy.

“I love you, my little brat. But when that attitude interferes with business is when it becomes a problem. You gotta learn to hold it.”

“Fuck, Andy…”

You licked your fingers and were about to finish yourself off.

Andy glared at you. You froze.

“Speak one word sideways to another one of our customers and I’ll edge you all night long. Touch my clit and you won’t cum for a week.”

Your mouth dropped open and Andy so badly wanted to insert something. But he just went to the utility sink and washed his hands and cleaned off his face. You didn’t dare move. You believed him.

But you were so frustrated. You needed some relief. You slid off the table and bent over it, arching your back.

“You sure you don’t want this Andy?”

Andy turned around and eyed you. It would be so easy to sink into your wet cunt and get off, but then what would you learn?

“I think I will take that champagne out of that ass.”

He smacked you hard, and just enough to make you want more. But that's all he gave you.

Andy pitched the broken bottle in the trash and then you heard his footsteps on the stairs and you gasped, outraged.

“Shut your mouth, fix that face and your clothes and get your ass upstairs. Three minutes.”

Andy left you pouting in the basement.

Frank watched you on the cameras, thinking that he wouldn’t have left you alone.

You climbed back up the stairs with a smile on your face, exactly 2 minutes and 30 seconds later. There was no time to get yourself off so Andy knew you’d followed directions.

Frank kept giving you two strange looks all night.

Andy decided to up the ante and test limits for you both.

You two always seemed to end up at the same end of the bar. After about 30 minutes, when you’d had a chance to calm down, Andy reached up next to you to get a bottle.

You smelled the spice of his cologne and felt his breath in your ear as he whispered, “Thank you for being such a good girl for me.”

You stood there and closed your eyes, nipples hard and pussy wet again. Andy watched you for a second, hard again himself before he called your name and you snapped out of it.

About an hour later, after watching you lean over the bar in that skirt, Andy just had to squeeze behind you and put his hands on your waist.

“Excuse me,” he murmured as he pressed his dick into you.

“It’s wet back here. Hard. To maneuver.”

You gulped and looked down at the dry floor. And then back up at him as he winked at you.

Still later you heard him talking with a customer.

“I just had a tasting of some Moët & Chandon. It was delicious, faint hint of cherry with a tight, tangy aftertaste. Almost orgasmic. Almost.”

You gave him a sideye as the customer asked if he had any left.

“Sadly, no. That’s my private collection. Only I get to taste. But I can sell you another bottle. They usually go for $750, but I will sell it to you for $500.”

You were panting as Andy made up his loss at the expense of scrambling your brain. You were back in the moment in the basement.

Andy kept both of you on edge the whole night. It was hard to stay sweet when all you wanted to do was fuck Andy’s brains out and cum. You took to rubbing your thighs together when taking an order and making drinks to try and get some relief.

Andy took to watching you when he should have been doing something else. He was watching your nipples trying to poke a hole in your top as you served an older couple when he over-poured a vodka cranberry.

Andy was thinking of how responsive you were to him when he played with them and the blood left his brain. He needed to hear that moan. He settled for your voice. He wanted to hear how needy you were.

He was behind you when you turned to grab a bottle.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”

Your eyelids dipped and you licked your lips. He knew what you wanted.

But instead of that, you said, “Need… the Uncle Nearest.”

Your voice was so desperate that he almost moaned himself. Instead, he nodded, cleared his throat, and reached for the whiskey, regretting not getting you both off earlier.

The night seemed to crawl by, as you both watched the clock for three a.m.

It came and Andy shooed the last customer and Frank out of the door. As soon as he left, Andy came straight for you and you whimpered as he grabbed you up.

“You had me so fucking hard all night long.”

He was lifting you onto the bar and shimmying your skirt up around your waist.

His eyes got big when he saw the sheets of slick on your thighs.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ All this for me?”

His voice cracked because his throat was parched.

You whimpered and nodded.

“Yes, Andy. You’re such a tease.”

He kissed your lips as he got to his knees.

“So sorry, baby. Let me finish what I started.”

Andy wrapped his bicep around your thigh and his thumb swiped your clit. You watched him make out with your cunt. He parted your lips and expertly sucked and pulled your clit to get you to the brink again.

You didn’t register it, but you were practically shrieking as you pulled him closer to you by his hair. Those blue eyes peered up at you and he told you to cum while his mouth was still buried in your cunt. The vibration sent you hurtling right over that cliff.

Then you tried to push him away, but he contributed to suck your clit and added his fingers which curled to your spot.

You tumbled into a new orgasm right away, this time squirting all over Andy’s face and shirt.

He grinned and wiped his face like he was coming out of the deep end, taking off his shirt to dry it off.

“Never thought the first time I’d get you to do that you’d be sitting on the bar, but you gave it a proper christening. I’ll come back and sanitize later.”

You sat there, clutching the bar and twitching. You’d never ever cum that way from oral. Ever. You looked at Andy like he was dangerous. And he was. Andy reached for you and pulled your shirt off, leaning down to suck your nipples hard.

“Been daydreaming about this all night.”

You clutched Andy as he got you desperate for his dick again and, reading your body like a book, he pulled you off the bar, pulled you down a little ways and turned you around, placing your feet up on the box he brought up earlier.

It was perfect to lift you up to just the right height. You heard Andy’s belt clanking and zipper going down and you wiggled your ass in anticipation.

“Need your dick Andy… please…”

Andy slapped your ass and then parted your cheeks.

“Yeah? Well I need to taste some more.”

He spit between the globes of your ass and licked it up. You shuddered and moaned as he ate the groceries.

“Fuck Andy!”

Between slurps, Andy explained himself.

“I was too hard on you. I ended up punishing myself. I need to be hard in you.”

Then he dove for your pearl, slurped up your sloppy goodness, and pulled another orgasm out of you. You were thinking it was great that there was a bed in which you could sleep just upstairs, because you were exhausted.

You also heard Andy jerking himself as he ate you out and when you came, he was rock hard and ready when he moved to stand up, your impossible wetness easing the way for his thick dick to stretch you out.

The slide and the glide were amazing, and the drag of his head in and out of your opening was heaven. Your guttural moans, combined with being on edge all night were enough to make Andy ready to cum pretty quickly. He pulled you up by your neck and stroked into you, thrumming your clit one more time.

“Andy! No….”

He clapped his hand over your mouth and whispered fiercely in your ear.

“You got one more in you for me baby. This is what tonight has been for. Our pleasure. Give it to me.”

You screamed into his hand as you came, becoming boneless in his arms. Andy let you slump over the bar as he fucked his hot ropes of cum into you. He gradually slowed down as he looked and saw your cream and his spend coming out of you. It made him pulse at the sight of it.

He slowly pulled out and tried to push what was escaping back in with his semi-hard cock, but there was so much of it. After a while, he placed delicate kisses up your spine to your neck as you stood up and reached for your shirt.

You turned around and kissed him, smiling up at him. He was becoming soft for you, you could tell.

“Can I shower at your place?”

Andy smiled at you.

“Sure. There might be an extra toothbrush and robe up there for you. And if you wanted to stay over again, I could make that omelet you like in the morning?”

For all his cocky bluster, Andy was still insecure.

“Of course I’ll stay, you fucked me so well that I can’t walk straight.”

Andy laughed as he pulled his pants up and helped you to the stairs.

“Oh, and I love spending time with you. I love you.”

Andy held you in his arms, chin resting on the top of your head.

“I love you too, Darlin.”

“Now that we’ve fucked every possible place I own, maybe we need to actually go out on a date.”

“And fuck in pubilc???”

You used your shocked voice.

“Well.. now that you mention it…”

You and Andy talked all the way upstairs as Frank came out of the shadows, grabbing some paper towels for the cum on his hand.

The scene that he just witnessed was so hot that he had to relieve his achingly hard cock, and you two were oblivious that he’d let himself back in the back door. Jacking off to the erotic vision in front of him was automatic.

He wanted to join you two, but that wasn’t the move. The fact that he wanted both you and Andy was not a subject to broach lightly.

Although Andy might have forgotten their one drunken night together when he was first divorced and bought the bar, Frank hadn’t. He made a plan to get what he wanted.

You. And Andy.

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Raise the Bar

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

Summary: Things are moving along now.

Part 9 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Boys of Summer

Word count: 4.5K (these three...)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, jealousy, implied drug and alcohol use, bratty behavior, Daddy kink, degradation kink, breath play, fingering, slapping, spit play, crying kink oral sex and eating the groceries (f recieving) Praise kink, sex on a sink, just the tip, mutual masturbation, cum play, panty stealing.

A/N: This series has a serious hold on me. The final one for my Holiday Visit. Thanks for reading guys!

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The month of September was difficult, the Friendzone having made Andy and Frank two grumpy boys. With everyone except you. And you were beyond frustrated at all the tension. Something had to give.

You tried to stay away from The Bar, but the way that Frank and Andy treated you and the crew like VIPs made a tough argument when the girls wanted a low cost (for them) night out. And since you were always out at The Bar, Frank and Andy very not so innocently scared off any man who tried to get close to you. It was too much.

First, you tried ignoring it, then you tried giving them the evil eye, then you were just a bitch. You had to hand it to them, they were consistent.  They continued treating you and your friends like royalty, and they continued to look out for you, no matter what you said, or did not say, to them. 

It felt a lot like love. 

One night near the end of September, you stayed until closing and decided to be honest with them.

“Okay, truce.”

Andy and Frank both leaned against the bar, giving you a view of their long, lean forms. It just wasn’t fair.

“What are you talking about?” 

Andy looked at you quizzically.

“This tension between us. We need to squash it.”

“What tension, Baby Doll?” 

“Stop it, Frank.”  You rolled your eyes. “The longing stares, the attitude, the pining. The making any guy who looks my way pee his pants.”

They acted as if they didn’t know what you were talking about. 

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, damn it!”

“You come in here  and you want to tell me us to act?”

Andy was confused. You could tell that he was ticked off by the clench in his jaw. It gave you a thrill, and wet panties.

“What kind of tension do you think it is?” Frank had you there.

You sighed. “The feeling that you own me.”

“I don’t feel like I own you, do you, Andy?” 

Frank looked at Andy and he shook his head. Frank looked back at you. 

“Do you feel like we own all, or just parts of you, Baby Doll?” 

Frank licked his lips and you wanted to slap his face. Or ride it. There was no use in talking to them. It was futile.

“I hate you both.” 

You turned on your heel to leave.

They called your name.

“Please don’t leave. Again.”

You stopped, took a deep breath and turned back around. But you crossed your arms and wouldn’t look at them.

“Do you flirt with other people in front of us on purpose? Do you want us to be jealous, are you trying to punish us?”  Andy had questions.

“And it’s not attitude, Baby Doll. We don’t own you. We just want you. We still have feelings for you. And we want you to want us. Of your own free will.” 

“We know that it’s going to take a lot of time, and a lot of trust building.” 

You looked up at them.

“We know we hurt you, and we want to make it up to you.” 

Andy moved closer. Frank did as well. You fidgeted, the goosebumps raised on your arms and then finally looked them both in the eye.

“I have to admit that I am still attracted to both of you. But I...”

There was a long silence. And it said everything. You looked up at Andy and Frank who looked wrecked. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Frank’s voice broke.

“We fucked up big time. I’m willing to go as fast or slow as you want, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, Baby Doll. I feel like shit. This friendship thing is for the birds..” 

“And I agree with you about the sex. It clouds the judgement.” 

Andy was in control at this moment. And you appreciated it.

Frank nodded.  

“Yeah, it’s not like we’ve been getting any lately.” 

Andy shot Frank a look.  You bit your lip to hide a smile.

“I’ve been celibate since I left last December.”

“Oh shit, you’re killing me here.” 

Frank voiced it, Andy had a look on his face that was a mixture of pain and relief.

Andy cleared his throat and looked at you; you got lost in his eyes. 

“Ok. Let’s do this right.” 

You shivered.

“Let’s start over. No sex, no strings. Just get to know each other again. The right way.”

“Do you mean… date? Both of you?” 

It didn’t sound as crazy out loud as it did in your head. Maybe you needed to stop thinking so much.

You looked between the two men, both very different. You’d thought you were head over heels in love with Andy, but Frank came along and charmed you right out of your panties. Would that have happened if you were in love with Andy as you thought you were? Could you love them both? 

“How does that work?”  

“We will play it by ear. Maybe we go on dates separately, and maybe some together.”

You got breathless at the thought of being alone with them, individually, or both.  You pretended that you had some kind of free will in this situation as you tried not to just jump their bones right there.

“How about we start with lunches?” Andy snapped you out of your reverie.

“Oh…ok.”  

You could not believe you were actually agreeing to this. Stop it, breathe you told yourself.

“We want you to feel safe. And to be exclusive, whatever that means as a... Throuple?” 

Andy looked so sincere.  

“No more setting up these jokers to get their ass kicked, I mean heart broken. End game is you are ours, and ours alone.” 

Frank’s eyes were shining and all you wanted was to give them both a hug. 

So you did.

A group chat was established that night after they made sure that you were at home safely. 

When you woke up, you had two good morning texts waiting for you. You spent the weekend deep in thought as you washed and conditioned your hair, ran some errands and made sure that you weren’t dreaming.

You and Andy and Frank were really a thing.

On Monday morning a bouquet of wildflowers came with a note. 

 “Can’t wait to see you again.”

You bit your lip and tried to guess who it was. It could be the obvious, or the unexpected.  Excitement bubbled in your stomach.

When you came out of your building there was Frank leaning against the fountain. Fuck, he looked good.

He stood up when he saw you. Damn, he loved your smile. It made him want to kiss the fuck out of you and then… well. He needed to chill.

“I’m glad it’s you.” 

You came close to him and smiled. His stomach started turning flips.

“I feel like we need to establish a firmer foundation than what we had. We basically just slid into…” 

He didn’t finish his sentence.  You didn’t need him to. What was understood didn’t need to be said.

“I get it. We’re good. So, where are you taking me?” 

Lunch was good, there was good conversation about your backgrounds.

Frank told you that he had thought about going back to California earlier this year, but had changed his mind. 

“What made you decide to stay on the east coast?” 

“I like it here, love it actually. Don’t wanna leave somewhere I love.” 

He looked at you meaningfully.  Did Frank really love you, or were you tied up in his feelings for Andy? You decided to ask the question.

“I fell for you immediately, and honestly, your relationship with Andy only made me fall harder for both of you, seeing you two together, and how he was with you.  I just wanted to be a part of that. But I went too far. When you left, I realized how much you meant to me, not just Andy. And I realized how badly I went about things the wrong way.”

“Thank you for being honest, Frank.”  

You looked down at your food and then back up. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice how you felt.”

Frank smiled at you. 

“No worries, Baby Doll. You were wrapped up in Andy.  At least you noticed how I felt eventually.”

You were thinking of just how good he felt indeed as he kept talking.

The rest of the convo was eye opening, and you two learned a lot about each other. You told him about your new job  and Frank told you about his life in California.

He confessed that he thought that he was going to be a dad, but that the paternity test showed that the baby was not his. 

You were shocked.  

“How did you feel about that?”

“Honestly?”  He looked you in the eyes. “I was disappointed as fuck. That’s why I left Cali and straightened up. I had to start fresh.”  

You nodded, understanding that emotion.

“I really want to be a father.” 

You smiled at him. “You would be an excellent dad.”

Frank beamed back at you and you continued your conversation.  He told you that he bought into The Bar, and that he and Andy were now co-owners. 

“I feel like it’s time to settle down and get serious.”

For some reason that took your breath away. You blushed and then kept talking. The time flew by and suddenly, he was walking you back to your building. You looked up at him expectantly when you arrived. You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and he watched you walk away enjoying the view and the way you looked back at him before you disappeared.

He couldn’t stop smiling all day.  Inside at your desk, neither could you.

Andy texted you the next morning.

“Can’t wait for our date.”

You were smiling down at your phone. And Tia noticed.

“I saw that you went to lunch with Frank from The Bar yesterday. That him? I see you getting your swirl on!”  

“Welll…” 

You smiled at Tia.  No use starting with lies. You ran from that last winter. 

“This is the other one. Andy…”

Tia just raised her eyebrows at you.

“Get it girl. Play that muthafucking field.”

You opened and closed your mouth, not willing to go into it right now. You just shook your head and looked back down at your phone, answering Andy’s text.

“Me neither!”

You tried not to hurry outside at lunchtime, but there he was, in the same spot as Frank was the day before. Shit, he was fine.

Andy used his old lawyer poker face as you approached, because he wanted to run toward you, throw you over his shoulder, take you back to his place and, well… that’s how you all got in this situation so he calmed down fast.

“Hey.” 

You stood there looking up at him and he was in heaven. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello. Where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.”

Andy looked away from you before you hypnotized him.  

“I know a place.”

“Lead the way.”

“No, ladies first.” Andy’s chivalry was cute, but irking at times.

You sighed. “Let’s just walk together.”

Andy chuckled. “Okay.”

You and Andy had a pleasant lunch, with easy conversation, much like the day before with Frank. Andy told you about their plans to open another location in New York and plans to hire more staff to help him manage the business.  They’d also purchased the building next to The Bar in Boston to renovate into a personal residence.

You nodded, remembering the space.

“That will be huge! Is it going to be just for you?”  You tilted your head in that cute way. “Or are you going to flip it?”

Andy looked at you strangely, then smiled.  

“I don’t know yet.  It’s a project that is full of potential. I’d love to have a big family there.”

You just stared at him, mouth open.

“I know, I told you that I got a vasectomy after what happened, but I do still love kids.”

You nodded, enjoying the honest exchange. 

“I always wanted two or three kids. But middle children, ugh.”  

You cringed, laughing. 

Andy laughed with you, and you two finished the meal, talking and even laughing. 

Andy walked you back, leaning down and kissing you on the cheek when it was time for you to go back to work. You kept your composure and turned to walk back in the building, looking over your shoulder to see Andy watching you. 

The lunch dates continued for about three weeks. You were smitten. With two men. Two very different men. They were like night and day, yin and yang. Maybe that’s why it felt so right. Together they were the perfect man.

When Andy asked you out to dinner, you had to set some ground rules. They looked at you as if you were crazy as you sat across the bar from them.

“So let me get this straight. You want us to know that we can’t ‘go all the way.’?”  Andy looked confused.

“What does that even mean?” Frank sounded perplexed.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess it means that I want to be physical beyond kisses on the cheek. Full french, heavy petting… treat me like I’m a virgin that you don’t want to ruin.”

They both had their mouths open.

“I know it sounds like a lot, but I’m trying to reimagine us, and for that to happen, I just have to set these boundaries, be brand new again with you.”

“Ohhhh, I get it.” Frank sounded as if he knew what was going on.  “You want the illusion of control.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fuck you, Frank.”

“Ah ah ah. None of that, young lady.” 

Andy made a joke. There was silence for five seconds, then everyone laughed. 

“Whatever you need, just agree to go out with me tomorrow.” It was a slow Thursday at The Bar.

You beamed brightly at him. “Of course.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Without me there.  I got dibs on Saturday.”

“Cool. It’s a date.”

A cocktail party.

Andy took you to a cocktail party that his liquor distributor hosted at the Four Seasons.

So when you came to the door in that short, red strappy cocktail dress with flouncy skirt, it took everything he had to not push you back into your apartment and ravage you.

You rode in the car, giving him all the leg, so much so that he had to stare at the road to get you both there safely.

Andy came around and helped you our of the car before the valet could arrive and when you uncrossed your legs, you revealed a lot of skin and just a flash of red at your crotch.

Holy hell, he felt like his heart was going to leave his body.

He was very careful all night, attentive, gentlemanly, and in control. And he looked so good in his jacket and tie. So much so that you decided to push his buttons. You needed Daddy Andy to come and play.

You two were chatting with Andy’s main sales rep, who was talking about their box at Fenway Park.

“You and Frank should come to a game sometime. Your business is really good for us, so it would be comped, of course.”

Andy smiled at the schmoozing. You were bored. You asked a simple question.

“Is it possible to give them a tour of the field?  I don’t know if Andy knows his way around third base.”

Andy’s large hand was wrapped around your throat, expertly controlling your air supply as he fingered you. 

“How’s this for third base?”

Andy moved his thumb across your lips and pressed it into your mouth and groaned when you sucked it. Then he pulled it out, watching with awe the string of saliva that connected you both.

“So, so good Daddy.”

Andy’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d been waiting to hear you call him that again.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I just want to put it in, just the tip. I swear I won’t move.” 

The empty meeting room in the hotel was convenient and perfect to teach your little hot ass a lesson, as Andy explained as he practically dragged you there after your embarrassing bratty behavior.

Andy licked his thumb, and used it to flick your clit as you whimpered.

“Oh my god…”  

Andy nodded, as if interpreting your exclamation as a full on conversation.

“You’re right.”

 Andy took your hand and put it on the front of his pants.

“Just the tip would turn into me shoving all of this dick this inside your tiny tight hole, fuck, both of them,  and then I would spend the whole night fucking you until your legs went numb.”

You squeezed him and Andy felt like he was a young man again. 

He pulled his thumb out and tasted you. You moaned something incoherent as tears rolled down your face and Andy tapped your jaw.

“Speak the fuck up. You’re spitting gibberish. You like this from just my hand? So right, you can’t handle my cock. Much less two. That’s why you have these rules, you know what Frank and I would do to you. Fucking cum hungry cockwhore.”

Andy knew just what to say and how to say it and how to apply just the right pressure to both your windpipe and your clit. After you came, and your juices were running down your legs, he spun you around and put your face in the corner.

“Turn around, nose in the corner.”

He flipped your dress up and slapped both of your cheeks, taking in the perfection of your red thong. He bit one of your asscheeks and then spread you apart, leaning in to lick up your entire crack.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” 

You turned your head and watched him dive in like it was his last meal. His lips and tongue did unspeakable things to you as you tried to look for anything to hold onto, the walls becoming inadequate. You finally reached back and grabbed his hair, wedging his face deeper into you.

Andy pulled your hips back so he could reach all the important spots and was rewarded with a mess on his mouth.  He moaned with you and enjoyed the bounty you were giving him. He almost came in his pants, the relief of getting you off after so long making him a slave to his body.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

Andy croaked as he stood back up, sliding up your body. He pressed you into the corner, holding himself back from just pulling it out and fucking you roughly. Very roughly.  But he didn’t. He had self control, barely. He shuddered as he took a deep breath, and then came to his senses, wrapping his arms around your body as you turned around and threaded your hands around his neck.

“Oh God. Are you ok?” 

He searched your eyes for any sign that you were going to run.

“I’m good Andy. Don’t worry. I know my safe words. And it was all sunshine for me.”

Andy grinned at you while you tried to fix his hair. Then you gave up and then followed and watched as Andy cleaned up in the bathroom.

When he was done, you stood up and kissed him. 

“Time to get home. I’m going to turn into a pumpkin.”

Andy couldn’t believe his restraint as he drove you home and dropped you off at the door. He must really be in love.

The club that Frank took you to was big and loud and perfect to get lost in the music. You and he stayed on the dance floor as you made a lewd statue of two people who wanted to fuck badly. There was no room for talking, just feeling. It was a perfect night.

You’d worn Andy’s shirt, tied up around your torso and a short, tight skirt. Frank could feel your perky tits as you pressed up against him, and he wasn’t sure that you were wearing panties with the ease that he could press his bulge into your ass through the thin material of the skirt.

You were on the verge of being too tipsy and too high and having to pee just enough to begin to harsh your mellow.  You whispered into Frank’s ear and escaped his clutches, just as he tried to go under your shirt.

You stumbled into the bathroom, laughing at his face when you left him on the dance floor, and fumbled for the light switch. Before you could flip it, someone came in behind you and pushed you in and the door closed behind them.

“Baby Doll. I-“

“Frank? What…”

Your eyes were adjusting to the dim light as your heart pounded from the close quarters. You could tell that his eyes were intense when they searched for yours.

“I just wanted to…”

He lunged for you and you grabbed him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he backed you up to sit on the vanity.

He kissed you like you were the air he breathed. You had none when he was done and now it’s either. It seemed his hands were everywhere on you, reacquainting himself with your body as he licked and sucked down your neck, trailing down to your cleavage.

The combined scent of you and Andy made Frank even harder.

“Hmmmm. This shirt smells like him. Was it good? Andy was over the moon last night. The way he described how you tasted almost made me jealous. S’all I could think about all day. But then I thought, I can just taste for myself.”

You moaned as he unbuttoned the shirt, biting his lips when your tits came into view.

He ground his cock between your legs, the barrier of his jeans frustrating you both to no end. 

“I want more.”

“Me too. I want to make you cum so hard on my mouth until you give me that nectar of the gods again.”

You had your hand down Frank’s pants, grasping his hard cock, pumping it as much as the constraints of his pants would allow.

Your thumb ran over his weeping slit as you teased him.

“What if I wanted to suck you off instead?”

Then he watched, helpless as you raised your thumb to your mouth and sucked the fluid that had coated it.

“I mean…I…”

You laughed. 

“I know, Our agreement. So fucking inconvenient when I wanna suck your soul out.”

Frank leaned his head against yours as you controlled him, body and mind.

You kissed him and he moaned as you started stroking him again.

“Baby Doll…”

You continued talking, seemingly oblivious to his turmoil.

“I have an idea. What if you put it in, I mean, just the tip…”

Frank’s mouth dropped open and you bit his bottom lip. You looked down, causing his forehead to move as well. You both looked down at the tip in question, which was pink and wet and pulsing in your hand.

“Could you handle that?”

Frank gulped again and nodded

“I… think I can.. I think I can.”

“Oh, my little engine that could…. So gotdamn adorable.”

“How’s this look?”

You reached down, shimmied your skirt up further and pulled your purple panties to the side.

Your plump pussy lips were glistening with your arousal and Frank grunted in his throat as his dick jumped in your hand. His eyes watered, he was so gotdamn needy.

“You’re trying to kill me for revenge. I get it now. Damn, Baby Doll. You know I wanna eat that.” 

You looked up and smacked Frank’s face, just enough to make him smirk at you with that dangerous glint.

“Don’t whine.” 

Frank licked his lips and bent his head.

”Let your dick get a taste.”

He hesitated, looking into your eyes.

“Don’t you want to? Or do you think you’re going to lose control?”

You cocked your head to the side, taunting him.

“I think you’re the one that’s going to lose control, Baby Doll. You’re just trying it so that you can blame me.”

Frank’s hands went around your ass as he pulled you closer to the edge of the vanity. Then, he pulled down his pants, moving forward to drag lmm the large head of this cock through your weeping folds, causing you to moan loudly onto his hand, which he’d clapped over your mouth as he started. 

Frank looked down at you keening though his fingers and desperately wanted to push inside you and give you what you both wanted.

Hard, rough, quick and hot sex.

“You made the rules to this game, now you gotta play by them...”

Frank snapped his hips shallowly and popped his tip into your cunt. You screamed when he stopped.

He didn’t take his hand away as he rested head on yours. His other hand gripped your hip to keep you immobile as you both felt his pulse inside you.

“..But god. I want to fuck you.”

The moans vibrating on his palm, the liquid satin feel of your cunt clenching his cock and trying to pull him in deeper, along with the tears in your eyes, made Frank start to cum. He cursed and pulled out, jacking into the sink between your legs as you leaned back against the mirror and rubbed your clit, cumming when you saw the creamy white spend start to spurt out of him.

Frank was mesmerised by your fingers on your clit as he kept cumming, stomach doing flips as he stood there and watched what he couldn’t have.

“Don’t stop. Keep cumming. Take it, take it.  If I can’t give it to you, you damn well better. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Frank’s hand was occupied and neither of you cared if anyone could hear as you moaned his name loudly.

“F-f-Frankkkk!” 

You arched your back and felt as if your head were going to crack the mirror as you came, the hardest you ever had from touching yourself.

The smell of you two was heavy in the air as Frank leaned on the vanity and you slumped against the mirror.

“Holy shit, Baby Doll,” said Frank as he marvels at your power over him. Those blue eyes tried to find the source of your magic.“That was hot.”

“It was nasty as fuck.” 

You reached down and gathered the remains cum at his slit and brought your finger up to your mouth to suck. Frank moaned and pulsed again.

“Dead. You want me dead…” 

Frank pulled up his pants and then leaned on the door as you hopped off the vanity and reached under your skirt to take off your thong.

“Want..” Frank grabbed them before you had a chance to finish. “These?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Baby Doll.”

You smirked at him over your shoulder as you straightened your skirt and then cleaned up in the sink.

When Frank went to wash his hands, you went through the club, ordering an Uber to take you home. 

You texted Frank goodnight and then texted both Frank and Andy for a movie night at your place next week.

It was time to raise the bar.

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Low Bar

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

Part 4 of The Bar AU. Read The Bar Minimum  Bar None, and No Holds Barred.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, employer/employee relationship, regret,  allusions to cheating, oral (f receiving), raw sex  standing up (wrap it up). Fluff.

A/N:This is is answer to this ask:

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Andy dropped you off at the station at 8:45 for your 9 o’clock train Wednesday morning.

“Have a good time with your folks. Love you.”

You were going down in time to get there and help your mother prepare the mammoth feast that she did for all of your relatives in the city. You’d invited Andy to come with, but it was a no go. He needed more time to be alone with his memories before he started making new ones.

He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed your forehead and down to your lips, kissing you breathless on the platform.

“I love you too, Andy. I mean it.”

You gave him a look that he didn’t have to decipher.

“I’ll see you Saturday night.”

Andy gave you a small smile.

Why did he feel like this? It was just two days. But it was two days that were important to you.

You didn’t say what you wanted to say, you just hugged him and then let him go and walked to your train. It was like a movie when you waved goodbye to him until you couldn’t see him anymore through the window.

That night, Frank and Andy held down the bar, regulars and gatherings celebrating or lamenting the holidays. Andy watched people, celebrating obliviously, marinating in bitterness.

Frank watched Andy, knowing exactly how he felt. He wanted to help him feel again.

They closed the bar early, at 1 am, and Andy wanted to distract himself from what he knew was coming. When Frank came close him and whispered in his ear while palming his cock, he decided to accept Frank’s offer, taking him upstairs along with a bottle of Gentleman Jack.

Andy kicked Frank out of his bed early the next morning, vowing it wouldn’t happen again.

The Bar was closed for Thanksgiving, and Andy spent the day doing inventory and letting you distract him from the past, responding to you when you sent pictures of you with your family.

You looked young and innocent, far more innocent than you ever did when you were in Boston with him. Far more innocent than he ever was. Far more innocent than he deserved in a partner.

I’ll be back in Boston tonight. Coming in on the 10 o’clock train. Told my folks I had to work in the morning. 😉

Andy didn’t answer, because he was going through old pictures from his former life, swamped in anger and regret. By the time he saw your text, it was already 9:30.

What was the use of dragging you down this self hate spiral he was on? Frank and his talented hot mouth was the one for that.

You stepped onto the platform, hoping to see Andy there. But you didn’t. You waited for about five minutes, checking and rechecking your phone to see if you’d missed his response.

You wouldn’t text him again, you thought, as the lump began to form in your throat. You just started toward the stairs for the rideshare stand.

You walked with your head down, trying not to cry. You looked up as you reached the corner, taking your phone out to order a ride. Suddenly, you felt large hands grab you from behind and Andy’s cologne envelop you.

“Welcome back. I missed you.”

His voice in your ear was broken and you melted.

“Need you. So much.”

You turned around in his arms and covered his face with kisses.

Andy grabbed your bag and you two went to his car hand in hand. He nodded and smiled, and laughed and said, “That’s crazy!” at the appropriate times as you told him the ordeal of your family at the holidays.

He only stopped you once to tell you to take off your panties, which immediately made you wet and panting. He gave you a look and you obeyed immediately, shimmying out of your underwear, made easy with the sweater dress you had on.

Andy took the panties, brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, smirking at you as he told you to continue what you were saying.

You tried to regain your senses and continue your story as Andy drove you to his apartment instead of yours. As soon as the door closed, Andy cornered you in the entryway and kissed you softly.

“I’m so thankful for you.”

He pushed you against the wall and hiked your leg up and around him, bending his knees so that he could press his rigid cock into you. He pulled something out of his pocket.

“Open.”

Your eyes got wide, but you did as you were told, only to have him shove your panties in your mouth.

“There’s my good girl. Do you taste and smell the heaven that is your pussy?”

Andy ran his hand down your dress and squeezed your ass as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his cock, which was already hard, and started fisting it as you protested, drooling into the lace. You were hungry for him.

“Unh unh, Darlin. You’ve already eaten. Time for my holiday dinner.”

Andy slid down your body to the floor, leaning back on his knees and starting to fist his angry red cock, shuttling his palm up and down the thick shaft. The sight made you whimper around your gag.

Andy grabbed your boot and lifted it up, so that your leg was draped over his shoulder.

He was all about it as he used his thick, wide tongue to run up and down your clit, the rough texture making you feel like you were about to stroke out. You swore the sweet friction was causing sparks between your legs.

You grasped his hair and started shivering as he buried his face deeper into your cunt and started tongue fucking you, the end of his nose rubbing against your clit.

You were moaning now, legs shaking as he brought you close.

“You taste like dessert before dinner, Darlin’. Fuck!”

Andy swore, angry at how addicted he was to your taste.

“Can’t decide if I wanna suck your clit or keep fucking your pussy with my mouth. Either way, I could stay down here for hours.”

He peered up as he leaned down and chose your clit, chuckling with you as you tried to speak, breathless.

“I’m gonna—fuck!”

Andy understood you and in response, grazed your clit with his teeth as his hand slid from your knee on his shoulder to your quivering center..

You shrieked as two of Andy's thick fingers had entered you, palm outward and increasing in pace, in time with your cries.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

His moan made you go up on one tiptoe. Andy pulled you back down in his face.

He sucked your little hard bud steadily as your eyes rolled back in your head and your pussy gripped his fingers.

You came, delivering some of your slick into his mouth. Andy held your leg steady as he started stroking his dick again after your pulses slowed.

“Fucking love when you let me have your cream, like that Darlin’. Makes a man feel good to know I got you like this.”

His eyes were glued to your pussy clenching around his fingers like he was watching a movie.

Andy was stroking his dick faster, a man obsessed..

“Fucking pussy is like a vice.”

Andy looked up at you in awe. Your look was getting him there. He was panting and licking his lips and you were shivering, slumped against the wall.

He looked up at you, then got up, hiking your leg up again. Andy bent his knees a little and swiped his large, leaking head through your slit.

He took the panties out of your mouth and leaned to your ear, his hot breath on your skin making you whimper.

“I wanna hear this.”

The cry you gave out as he sheathed himself inside you was everything. The stretch hurt so good when he entered you fast and the sensation sent both of you hurtling toward the brink every time. He always had to stop if he wanted it to last.

That wasn’t what he wanted tonight, however. Andy thrust hard and deep and found that favorite spot within you that made you call his name in that way.

He fucked you like that, up against the wall, knee in one hand, the other hand between you to tune your clit. You clutched his shoulders as he fucked you harder and harder until you started clenching around him, which was his cue.

Andy almost finished before you did, it was that critical. He spurted warm cum into you until it was running down your legs, pumping until he was semi-soft.

He leaned his forehead against yours and huffed into your face.

“Pussy is like quicksand. I get lost in it. Fucking missed you.”

You kissed him.

“It was only a day and a h-“

He cut you off with a kiss.

“No more holidays apart.”

You looked at him and nodded, biting your lip to keep from smiling. This seemed too fragile.

“Let’s order Chinese. We have an hour and a half to make a new tradition.”

“You order, I’m gonna take a shower.”

You got out of your boots and pulled your dress over your head, turning Andy’s as you walked by.

Andy ignored Frank’s call, ordered online quickly and then went to see if you needed any help in the shower.

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April Fools

Pairing: Barkeep! Andy Barber x Reader; Frank x Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: As ALWAYS, 18+; Minors DNI. Angst. Language. Drinking, taxes. Angst. That’s all.

A/N: this is a The Bar AU drabble. Comes after Bar the Door and before the ending. I’m so into this story, and I’m writing all the words. Here are some, but without smut. Hope you still like it.

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It was April 1st and you sure felt like a fool. You were walking back into The Bar, not knowing what to expect. Four months away from this place and you were nervous as hell.

This was just business, and nothing more, you told yourself. You’d moved back to Boston in March, having been transferred from the New York division of your office job.

You didn’t even question yourself when the company offered you a head editing position in the Boston branch. It was a big town. You didn’t need to even walk by The Bar.

You spent a couple of weeks working just blocks away from Andy and Frank and feeling this unexplainable pull. But they didn’t deserve your presence or anything from you. And you didn’t need them.

But when you tried to do your taxes you realized that you never left Andy a forwarding address for your W-2. You’d even blocked Andy from your email address so you had to go retrieve it in person. You could have kicked yourself.

You put it off as long as you could, but you finally bit the bullet and went by.

After work you walked over to the building, ready to turn around every few feet. You managed to make it to the door and pushed it open, the familiar bell making your heart race.

Frank was talking to a customer, smiling, and looked up when the door opened. The smile dropped and his face blanched. You stopped in your tracks until he smiled again, when you continued toward him.

Frank felt like jumping over the bar to come get you, but he kept his composure.

His eyes scanned up and down your body as you approached. You were a big girl now, dressed in a pencil skirt and work blouse, your new locs piled on top of your head. He wanted to whistle.

“Hello ma’am. How can I help you?”

You relaxed at the playful gleam in his eyes. Frank would never change.

“Hello Frank. How are you?”

You found yourself really wanting to know after vowing you didn’t care if you ever saw him again.

He looked into your eyes.

“You know. Just getting over a rough end to last year, but aren’t we all?”

You nodded, feeling sad and looking down at the granite bar top.

Frank reached out and touched your fingertips. You looked up, surprised at the spark and at his reserve.

“Hey, I’m ok. Not great, but ok. Now Andy-“

You heard someone clear their throat behind him. Frank stepped to the side and you saw Andy, flushed red and wide eyed. Your stomach dropped.

Andy felt like dragging you over the bar for a hug and then throttling you. He had been so worried. He wanted to cuss you out and tell you he loved you at the same time. But all he said was-

“Hey.”

“Hey. Andy.”

You waved with your other hand that wasn’t trapped now by Frank’s fingers. You looked at both of them. Your boys. But then you remember what they had done and you straightened your spine and put your hands in your lap.

“Want a drink?”

Frank distracted you from rehearsing your speech. Your eyes flicked over to him.

“Um, yeah. Dewars. Neat.”

Frank raised his eyebrow at you but went to fix your beverage. You and Andy just stared at each other while you waited.

Frank set the drink down and you sipped it, licking your lips afterwards. Both men averted their eyes and you cleared your throat. All three of you tried to ignore the want in the room.

“So. You’re back in Boston?”

Andy tried not to sound hopeful, but his intended monotone voice broke and anyone who was listening could just tell how he felt. Most of all you.

“Yeah, been back about three weeks. Working at Hatchette.”

Andy leaned back on the counter, crossed his arms and said, “Oh.”

You got angry. He had no right to be indignant after the shit he pulled.

“I need my W-2. Need to do my taxes.”

Andy shook his head and turned to go in the back.

“Of course. You blocked me on everything, even email… I’ll go get it for you.”

You felt like running after him and punching. him in the face.

“I’d go do it. He makes me wanna punch him all the time the last few months.”

Frank went to the bar door and held it open. You didn’t realize you’d said that aloud.

You stared at Frank, took a gulp of the rest of your drink and went behind the bar to the back room.

Andy was elbow deep in a filing cabinet, cussing under his breath.

“Fucking hell….”

“You got a problem with me? I just came in here for business. This isn’t personal.”

Andy looked up at you then back down at the papers, grabbed one out and flung it at you.

“Here’s what you need. Take it and leave. Like you do.”

Andy spat out the words and then tried to move around you.

“You asshole.”

Andy stopped.

“What did you say?”

He was on you like he wanted to fuck, or fight, or both. Then he backed up with his hands up.

“Look, I know that what Frank and I did was foul. But what you did was equally so. We trusted you.”

“SO THE FUCK DID I!” You yelled it and Frank called back, “You two okay?”

“YES!” You both yelled at the same time.

“I’m sorry! Every day and night for the last four months, I’m sorry. We didn’t go about it the right way but we loved you. Life is not the same-“

“You’re right. It’s not the same. I can’t just go back there. I had to start my heart over to survive. You two hurt me. So bad.” You sighed. “But I know I did too…”

“Coming back to an empty apartment was a gut punch.” Andy looked wrecked. “Me and Frank were making plans, we went to look at… “ Andy stopped. “Never mind. You’re right. We ruined it.”

“Yes. Yes you did. We all did.”

You looked into Andy’s eyes.

“I just want to say that we’re even. But that’s it. I hope we can be cordial if we see each other on the street.”

You extended your hand to Andy; he looked at it as if you were offering him a snake. You slowly lowered it.

Andy took a step toward you and gave you a hug. A perfectly appropriate hug.

He released you quickly and cleared his throat.

“We’re good.”

You nodded, dealing with your own lump in your throat.

You turned and walked out, Frank eying you two. He followed you out of the door into the sidewalk, shoving his hands in his pockets, and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry for what we did. We really do love you.”

You smiled at Frank for speaking in present tense.

“It’s all good. It’s squashed.”

You stepped toward him and gave him the same hug that Andy gave you, but Frank held on to you longer.

“See you around maybe?”

Frank sounded hopeful.

You walked away and looked back over your shoulder. Of course he was checking out your ass.

“Maybe.”

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The Boys of Summer

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

Summary: What happens when Andy and Frank come to your rescue?

Part 8 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, April Fools.

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Daddy kink, Praise kink, crying kink, jealousy, Angst, drinking, sexual assault, violence. 

A/N: I can’t make this into just one more part and certainly not all in one Christmas fic. So here is part 8. I’m going to stop saying when it ends because it won’t let me go. 😫 I’m tired y’all and I’ve wrestled with this part a bunch. Let me know if it is any good! 

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Between Memorial Day and Labor Day, you and your friends found yourselves at The Bar a few times. You decided that little things like a broken heart and the hottest sex you’d ever had weren’t going to keep you from having fun.

Frank and Andy were nice, professional, and generous, giving you and your friends the good stuff. They comped your drinks on par with what the men in the place were buying. So your friends loved it and it became the go to spot.

Andy’s jaw clenched and Frank’s eyes gleamed every time someone hit on you, and they acted like they felt some kind of way, but they kept their cool. They’d frequently give you meaningful looks and you’d return them, if only to challenge them on their possessiveness.

“Damn girl, eye fuck the bartenders some more, why don’t you?”

Your friend Tia from work was clocking the eye contact between you and the guys.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Unh hunh. Well… if I didn’t know any better, I would say all of you need to fuck and get it over with, but that’s crazy right?”

You just sat and sipped your drink through the straw, looking away from her.

“Right!???!!”

You still didn’t answer her and she shook her head.

“Girl, I’m too sober for this conversation.”

Tia went over to the bar and leaned into it, trying to flirt with Frank.

“Hey sexy, I’m thirsty. Think you can take care of me?”

When Frank smiled at her, you almost lost it.

But why?

Frank looked at you over her shoulder and winked as he served her. You flushed and looked away. He’d caught you staring.

When she got her drink, Tia, shouted, “She’s single and ready to mingle, fellas!” and she was pointing at you. You didn’t even look at the guys, but you could practically feel the vibe that remark made radiating off of them.

Andy came up to you with some water. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Andy smirked at you. So close to ‘Daddy.’

“Is it true?”

You looked up his lean form and into his eyes. Him looking down at you like that had you shook.

“Is what true?”

“You single?”

You ignored the water and took a swig of your friend's drink, agreeing with Tia. You were way too sober to talk about this with Andy.

“I’m sooooo single. You don’t even know.”

You weren’t going to tell him that you hadn’t gotten laid since that day with him and Frank. He didn’t need to know that.

Andy took the chair and turned it around, straddling it and sitting next to you at your table.

“Tell me about it.”

You were too tipsy to resist the magnetic pull that Andy had on your nipples. And that deep voice. If he didn’t leave, you’d…

“What is there to tell?”

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, trying to hide your tell.

“Obviously, I’m single. At a bar frequently, letting guys chat me up. I’m young and I’m free.”

You sipped your drink and tried to look flippant, but the look that Andy gave you made you want to say Daddy. For real.

“Oh. You left with a guy a couple of weeks ago… didn’t know what your status was.”

You crinkled your nose, trying to think of what he was talking about. You were so damn cute to Andy.

“Oh! Fenway Park!”

Andy looked at you quizzically.

“I don’t remember his real name.”

You waved your hand, dismissing the memory of the guy.

“I told him to meet at my place, then gave him directions to Fenway Park.”

“That's my girl.” Andy laughed loudly.

Andy smiled at you.

“Excuse me?”

Andy stood up.

“Sorry. Its just how I think of you. Always.”

He shrugged his shoulders and walked away, leaving you to look wistfully after him.

In August, you and the crew were at The Bar again with a ton of customers after the Red Sox game. Andy had hired a couple more servers, Pete and Scott. They were mad cool. The place was loud and raucous, and almost everyone was at least tipsy. Business looked to be good.

One dudebro that you were talking to got handsy with you, grabbing your arm and going for your boob. Before you knew it, Andy was there, throwing the guy against the brick wall and holding him there by his throat. He must have jumped over the bar. The thought made you weak.

By the time everyone got quiet and observed the spectacle, you heard Andy say lowly, but menacingly, “Not that one.”

There was no logical reason for your panties to be wet, but here you were.

The dudebro was certainly scared as he gasped for air, and his friends advanced before Frank came up behind Andy and glowered at them.

“Of course you know your friend here has to go; you don’t want to start what you can’t finish. You can stay if you get in the right mindset. Or you can take this piece of trash with you when you exit the establishment.”

Andy’s voice was smooth and controlled, his lawyer’s voice betraying the rage on his face. You would suck his soul out at that moment.

“Let him go, Andrew.” Frank looked back over at Andy and dudebro, who was turning purple.

“Please.” You tugged on his sleeve.

You spoke softly to him, and he looked at you, face softening. He looked as if he honestly didn’t know what he was doing to the guy.

Andy stopped squeezing the guy’s neck, but grabbed him by the collar and literally threw him out of the door.

Frank looked at you. You were shaking.

“Hey, Baby Doll. Come in the back, we want to be sure that you’re ok. Andy, come on.”

You nodded and went to the back with them, where you started not just crying, but sobbing in Andy’s arms. Frank rubbed your back. That is when he noticed your arm. It was turning green and blue from where dudebro grabbed you.

“Did that fucker bruise…?” Frank stopped mid-sentence and stormed out.

“Where is he going? Frank!”

You started crying again, and then pulled away from Andy.

“I’m sorry,” you said, sniffling. “I’m going to snot up your shirt.”

“Snot away, Sweetheart. Don’t be sorry.”

You smiled up at him.

You thought you heard a scream outside, and a couple of minutes later, Frank came back into the back room.

“Gonna need some ice for my hand.”

You gasped when you saw that his knuckles were bloody and split. Frank washed it and then put the bag of ice on it that Andy handed him.

“Did you hit that guy, Frank?”

You looked into his eyes and he grinned at you.

“Let’s just say that his teeth ran into my fist, Baby Doll.”

His look turned from sardonic to hungry.

“No one can mark you up except….” He stopped himself. “No one can mark you up.”

Tears were still running down your face. Frank wiped your cheek with his good thumb and looked at you.

“Have I ever told you that you’re pretty when you cry?”

Fuck. He knew exactly when he’d told you that and what happened after that. You were anxious and horny all at the same time as you were in danger of drowning in Frank’s baby blues. You fought to control yourself.

You took a deep breath and took a step back.

“Well, thank you both for defending me. I think I’m good now.”

Andy raised his eyebrow at you.

“Then why are you still shivering?”

They both took in your form and the skimpy sleeveless blouse you were wearing, which clearly showed your erect nipples. Frank licked his lips.

“B-because of the ice.”

Damn your stutter. You were outing yourself.

“The ice that is over there… on Frank’s hand?”

Andy moved closer to you, and Frank took the ice off his hand and boxed you in as well.

“I’m cold, adrenaline… you know.”

You looked away, afraid of your body’s involuntary reactions to these two.

“You’re cold? Here.”

Andy started unbuttoning his shirt. You stared until he had it almost off before you said something.

“Holy Shit.”

Frank laughed at you as you gasped at Andy. You glared at him and he shut up, eyes still gleaming with mirth.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that!”

“It’s nothing. My place is right upstairs.” As if you didn’t know. “I’ll go get another shirt.”

Andy moved close to place the shirt around your shoulders and then stepped back as you put your arms through the sleeves. You relished his smell until Frank advanced to button you up, gingerly using his right rand, which was beginning to swell up. His smell mixed with Andy’s and you almost swooned.

“C-careful with that hand.”

You whispered, the need in your voice unmistakeable. Frank clenched his jaw and you knew he was holding back.

You stared up at them with those eyes and you could feel the tension.

Andy cleared his throat, refraining himself from carrying you with him. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh. Ok. I’m gonna head out. Go home. Relax.”

“Good plan,” Frank picked up the ice again, “Let us take you home.”

You looked at him warily.

“We just want to make sure that you’re safe. That guy crossed a line tonight.”

You stared at Frank until Andy came back down in a flannel, car keys in hand.

“Please. Just to your door.”

“Okay.”

You followed them back out through the door, stopping to tell your friends as they let Pete and Scott know what was up.

“Going home with two men.” Tia raised her eyebrow at you. “Get it girl!”

She laughed, thinking she was making a joke. If she only knew.

You just shook your head at her and followed Andy out of the door, Frank on your heels.

You walked down the street in silence, listening to the sounds of the harbor as you walked to the parking garage where Andy kept his car. You felt warm and safe between them.

You made it to the car, and Andy held the back door open for you. Frank got in the passenger seat, leaving you to wonder why you felt disappointed that you were alone in the back.

You sat in the car a minute, and then Andy looked at you in the rear view. You stared back until you realized he didn’t have your address. You gave it to him, as Frank chuckled, eyes gleaming out of the windshield.

You focused out of the window and on your phone, and not the fact that if either one, or both of those men climbed into the backseat with you… well, you were older and wiser now.

Before you knew it, you were at your apartment building. Andy parked across the street and all three of you got out. You let them into your building and onto the elevator, which was a private ride. They each took a wall, leaving you in the middle, shook and wondering if they could smell your wetness.

You glanced at them, Frank looking up at the floor indicator, jaw clenching, and Andy looking pensively down at the floor. You wanted to card your had through their hair to soothe them, but you kept your hands, and thoughts, to yourself.

You walked down the hallway slowly, not wanting them to leave you, but not daring to invite them in.

You stopped at your door, turning around.

“Thank you Andy, Frank. I appreciate everything tonight.”

Andy just smiled as Frank said, “No problem, Baby Doll.”

You grinned at the nickname this time, and then, without thinking, you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You let go and looked over at Andy and gave him a hug too. You nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheek as well.

They both looked in shock and Andy was rubbing his face where you kissed him.

“Thank you for the shirt, Andy, here.”

They watched you move to take it off, and then Andy stopped you. Frank threw him an annoyed look.

“No. Keep it. Launder it, give it back. Or not. Looks so much better on you anyway.”

Andy’s hungry look had you one second from a bad decision.

“I think it looks better off you, but I’m not going to say that.”

Frank smirked at you, watching as you turned around and unlocked the door.

“Well… Good night guys,” you smiled back at them over your shoulder.

“And by the way. I unblocked your numbers. Let’s be… friends.”

The look on their faces was classic as you said goodnight. You closed the door on them, thinking that they narrowly escaped being fucked to within an inch of their life.

But they would have to work for that.

[ramp-it-up]

Oooh some moments with reader and frank?

Oooh! I was just thinking of this. Here’s some that involve Andy too, because he’s always around. Thanks for the ask Nonnie! ❤️‍🔥

Pairing: Barkeep! Andy Barber x Reader x Frank

Warnings: 18+ Only! Minors DNI! Innuendo and Mentions of smut, slightly dark Frank, mentions of oral sex and DP.

Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

June

“Hey Baby Doll, hand me the grenadine.”

Frank flashed that smile and you were blinded. You’d worked at The Bar for three weeks and he’d never called you that out loud.

“Baby Doll?”

You smiled back up at him, almost like you were flirting back. Almost.

“Yeah. Your skin is so smooth and those big eyes. You look like you belong up on my shelf.”

You laughed and Andy cleared his throat, clearly not pleased with you two. He looked so fucking good when he was pissed.

Frank whispered in your ear.

“Looks like Boss is angry.”

You smiled again, shrugging it off and then went over and squeezed in front of Andy to get the grenadine, feeling his hot breath on your neck and his thick cock in the cleave of your ass.

“Be careful of what you’re doing, Darlin.’”

The threat and the promise in his voice made you forget all about Frank. You looked back at Andy and decided that tonight was the night.

September

“And when the Prince took off the young maiden’s shoes is when the real magic happened.”

You laughed down at Frank, who was kneeling on the floor, helping you take your new boots off.

His heart soared, because he’d finally gotten you to smile after being grumpy all night.

The boots were cute as fuck, but too small, and definitely not the move for working on your feet all night.

Frank massaged your feet, making your eyes roll back in your head and a groan to escape your lips. Frank shifted the foot he had in his hand a little so you wouldn’t feel his burgeoning boner.

“Mmmm Frank. That feels so good.”

He was looking at your neck as your head was thrown back and thinking how hot you’d look with his hand wrapped around it.

You opened your eyes and looked back down at him.

“You got them off so easily, too.”

Frank cleared his throat.

“Well it’s much easier to get something that’s… thick? Into a tight opening than to pull it out. Feel me?”

Frank was pumping your big toe, fisting it like it was his—

You licked your lips. “Y-Yes.”

“That’s right Baby Doll. You’d need some lube. Or just to shove it right in.”

You gulped and pulled your feet back, bending over to grab your shoes. You could tell that Frank was looking down your shirt and your eyes met his as he smirked. Your nipples were definitely hard. He was about to say something when Andy intoned your name.

Frank smiled ruefully.

“Daddy’s calling.”

That night, even after Andy had fucked you into a stupor, was the first time that you dreamed of Frank.

The Other Night

“You’re so pretty, Frank.”

You were leaning on the bar, Drunk as fuck after another night out with your girls. They bright you back to Andy’s place, well trained by now.

Frank and Andy were closing down, and you’d caught sight of Frank’s eyes.

“Am I now?”

Frank smiled at you and you flushed and put your chin on your fist.

“Your eyes are so dreamy.” You smiled at Frank. “ANDY! Aren’t Frank’s eyes dreamy???”

Frank turned to Andy who was busy trying to ignore you two.

“They are what dreams are made of,” replied Andy, who didn’t look up from what he was doing.

Frank scoffed and then turned back to you, leaning closer across the bar.

“Then stare into my eyes, Baby Doll. What do you see?”

You bit your lip, the alcohol making you loose.

“Speaking of dreamy. I’ve had dreams about you.”

“Oh really now?” He leaned even closer.

“Tell me.”

Andy was right there next to you now, counting out the till.

“Andy won’t mind, even if it’s dirty. S’ just a dream, right?” Frank spoke to Andy but kept his eyes on you

“Leave her alone.”

His voice was authoritative. It made you wet. Because you were definitely not wet when you were talking to Frank.

No.

You straightened up and both men should see that your nipples were erect through your metallic gold top.

They both licked those lips of theirs. You looked back and forth between both men, so much so that their faces blurred into one. You wavered a bit, vowing never to drink that much again.

“Ummmm. I have to pee. Be right back.”

“Need some help?” Frank said to your back as you quickly moved to the loo. He saw you shake your head and laugh.

“Cut it out,” Andy muttered at Frank as he continued to count the till.

“Both of you are killing me here.” Frank said in an exasperated voice. “Did you see how hard her nipples were?” Frank groaned moved close to Andy.

“D’ya think that I can take care of them while she’s riding you?”

Andy had to count the stack of twenties he had in his hand again.

“Think we could get her so worked up that she’d suck my cock after I feed it to you? Think you can share?”

Frank eyed Andy’s now glassy eyes.

“Think about how it’d feel when we’re both inside her…”

Andy opened his mouth a little at the prospect.

Frank continued.

“I know your, “she’s mine’ bit. You’re forgetting one thing Andy. You told me that you were mine.”

Andy looked into those eyes. The energy was palpable. Damn, Frank made him feel good when he took control. Made him feel safe. But Andy loved you. And Andy’s job was to make you feel safe.

“And fuck, Andy, I want her too. I want both of you.”

He picked an imaginary piece of lint off Andy’s sleeve.

“You know I usually get what I want. I think she’ll be open to it.”

They heard the toilet flush and Andy looked up at you as you came across the bar.

“You could have her cake and eat me too.”

Frank finally moved away and Andy could breathe. He was shook at the possibility.

They both watched you settle down on the stool again and Frank served you a glass of ice water, which you sipped through a straw. Frank coughed to cover up a moan at the sight of those lips.

Andy tried to will away the boner he’d gotten at the images Frank put in his mind. He didn’t want to lie, and he didn’t want to pretend anymore

“Did somebody say cake?”

You smiled at the two men, hungry as fuck.

[ramp-it-up]

Before You

Pairing: Barkeep! Andy Barber x Frank; Barkeep! Andy Barber x Bartender Reader

Word Count: 600 ish

Warnings: 18+SMUT. Minors DNI. Drinking, Male same sex innuendo and sex act. Angst, pining, scheming, falling in love fluff.

For these two asks from @theselilwonders and a lovely Nonnie. 😁 Hope you enjoy!

Frank made Andy feel free. He laughed and smiled with him, and it wasn’t even that hard to find a genuine friendship with him.

So during that first week, and Andy and Frank were going over the price list late one Sunday night, Andy invited Frank up to his apartment for a drink.

He didn’t want to be alone with his grief that night. Frank would prevent Andy from drinking the bottle alone.

After half of the fifth of Gentleman Jack, they were on his couch, fully relaxed and a lot buzzed.

Frank started talking about the woman he bedded the night before.

“You should have been there Andy. She took my dick like a pro.”

“Ha! I shoulda been there!?” Andy side eyed Fank.”You like to be watched?”

Franks eyes hypnotized Andy’s.

“Yeah. And I like to share. Swing. With all sexes. I’m down.. I’m not a very fixed mindset type of guy.”

Frank was drinking too, just not as much as Andy. He took a sip, then asked, “What’s your type, Andy?”

Andy was so loose that he didn’t even hesitate.

“I like dark hair and nice eyes. And the smile has got to be killer.”

Frank smiled and said, “Sounds a lot like me.”

Andy scoffed and took another drink, turning his eyes away from Frank.

“Sorry, I-“

“No need to apologize. You’re very attractive.”

Frank was astounded.

“Really?”

“Really. Look. I’m done with being in a box. I just want to be. I want to go with what I’m feeling at the moment. I don’t wanna define it any more. Break me free from the mutha fucking boxes, man!”

Andy poured himself another drink. He was warm and wasted and willing.

Frank moved a little closer to Andy on the couch and pulled his hand over to his hard on. Andy felt how needy Frank was through his pants; he saw it in his eyes.

“Well, what are you feeling at this moment, Andy?”

Andy gulped his drink and grabbed Frank's cock.

“Tonight, I feel like I wanna feel more of you. In the morning I might change my mind.”

Frank leaned over and kissed Andy, tongues sharing their impressions of Gentleman Jack.

Frank pulled back and unzipped his pants.

“Then get on your fucking knees and suck me off. Tonight you’re mine.”

Andy moved quickly to obey. All noises were off in his brain except for the sound of Frank whimpering as he pleased him.

———

Andy was right, when morning came and he was sober, the shelter of a box was preferable to opening himself up to Frank romantically.

So he stayed away. And Frank pined for Andy for months, flirting whenever he got the chance. Although they both saw other people, Frank still had a thing for Andy.

Andy stayed away from drinking after that, if only to hold on to his inhibitions. But when you walked in the bar, some reserve in him snapped.

Andy’s heart raced whenever you were around and he was drawn to you like a magnet. You were beautiful, innocent, and fresh. Just what he needed.

Frank fell for you too and when he saw the inevitable happening, he couldn’t look away. Watching you two was like watching a movie.

Frank saw you and Andy in a corner almost a month after you started working there. The filth that he overheard Andy say had Frank rock hard. It was obvious you two had finally cut the tension and done the deed.

Frank wasn’t jealous; he was pleased at the pairing. This could be what he’d been looking for: the best of both worlds. You three together would be perfect, he just needed both of you to see it.

There had to be a way.