#open invite for andy prompts bc damn that man HAS me

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i must confess to you, i want to possess you

anonymous: ok so we’re all sluts for Steve Rogers obvi. But how differently would Andy Barber fuck from our captain? 👀 I dunno if it’s just me, but he definitely seems like the kinda guy to tie you up and leave you hanging right on the edge when he’s in a Mood. And probably prefers Sir over anything else.

warnings: smut. edging. little bit of bondage. my writing (wrote like that bullet point writing but w/o the bullet points bc i was lazy)

word count: about 4,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: like, there’s no way anyone can convince me that this man doesn’t love eating pussy.

He’s insane, you had long ago discovered.

You remembered meeting him, how sweet and perfect he was. Not that that has changed, not really.

You remembered dating him, how he never failed to text you good morning and good night. How he always seemed so concerned about you. Protective. Caring.

You remembered how he proposed, how perfect everything had been. Since that day, it had only gotten better. The wedding that was nothing short of extra, there was nothing he wouldn’t give you. The house, it took months to find one that you really liked. He never lost patience, and as soon as you found it, even though it was a tad out of the price range he’d hoped for, he didn’t hesitate.

Andy spoiled you. There was no denying that. And there were no exceptions, but especially in bed.

Sex with him had always been amazing. He made it his mission to learn exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you cry, exactly how to make you beg. Even though you both knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.

Not at the start. You could say that changed. Sex changed.

You still woke up wrapped in his arms. He still told you he loved you any chance he got. He still brushed his fingers through your hair. He still traced patterns into your skin with his fingers. He still ran his hand up and down your spine when you were laying in bed talking about your day.

Really, he had not changed.

It just happened. Out of nowhere. You pleaded with him to go on a vacation with you. He worked hard and you wanted to do something nice for his birthday.

It only took so much convincing and it was with the condition that if work called, he would take it and you couldn’t pout. He just wanted to be kept in the loop. So, Paris.

Even though you wanted to do something for him, he knew you had always wanted to go to Paris. He got you the hotel you’d always wanted, with a balcony and a killer view of the beautiful city and the lively people.

On his birthday, you switched it up a little. You woke him up with your mouth around his cock. You showered with him. You let him eat you out on the tiny table after he finished his breakfast. You stayed naked until it was time to start getting ready for dinner, only your wedding ring on your finger—a sight he let you know he appreciated.

He surprised you with a new dress and a diamond necklace. The exact opposite of how things should have gone. But he loved to buy you things, maybe that was his present for himself. With only minor complaint, you slipped into the dress, skipped the underwear, and he clasped the necklace for you.

Dinner was what it always was. You were still very much in love with everything about Andy and you just wanted to listen to him talk the entire time. You knew he liked how much you worshiped him anyway.

Normal. For a while. But after he finished his second glass of wine, he just looked at you.

“What?”

“I’m going to tie you up tonight.”

You blinked. Once, twice. “What?”

Before he could elaborate, the servers were bringing out your meal and filling his glass with more wine.

He didn’t mention it again. Instead, he wanted to hear about you. You were currently fixing up some minor things around the house. There was this bedroom that you’d been trying to ignore, its looming intent always in the back of your mind. You knew what he wanted it to be, a nursery. You just weren’t ready yet. You were still so obsessed with one another, so spontaneous and fun. Soon, but not yet.

When you returned to the hotel, you wanted answers. You began removing your jewelry, then your shoes, your dress, leaving a trail of it all to the bedroom. “You’re going to tie me up?”

He’d stopped in the kitchen to get another drink, eyeing you once you were naked in the doorway of the bedroom. “Yes.”

He’d never done anything like that before. You wouldn’t say boring or vanilla, it was too fucking good to be either. But adventurous? No, probably not. Andy had never seemed to want to change that. Apparently, now he did.

“Have you been wet since I told you I would?”

Yes, it was exciting. It also wasn’t like you had any concerns with being at Andy’s complete mercy. He loved you more than anyone else ever had. “No.”

He scoffed. “Don’t try me tonight. You  will not win.”

He always let you win. Why not tonight?

There were goosebumps on your skin. His voice was so low. His eyes didn’t leave you. He just stood there, in his suit, drinking rum. By now, you shouldn’t be so attracted to him, but you were sure that would never wear off. He was devastatingly beautiful, inside and out.

You made your way to him, arms wrapping around his waist. He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and brought both hands up to your face. “Every night I spend with you is a win.”

He smirked. “That got you some points...” he set a light kiss to your forehead. “Be a good girl for me tonight, yeah?”

You smirked, shrugging a shoulder. “Or what?”

He gave you a flat look. “Or...you’re not going to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

You weren’t sure how to respond for a moment. He never spoke like this. Never alluded to anything that would be less than a wildly intimate, soft experience that both of you wanted. “Anything you want.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” His hands slid down to your shoulders and he turned you abruptly, pressing his front to your back.

Your breath was shaky and maybe you were a little dizzy. The wine, probably. That was all.

He pressed one hand to your stomach, the other settled on your chest, inching up until he curled his fingers around your neck.

You couldn’t move for a moment, confused mostly. Turned on, definitely. You wanted for nothing, Andy gave you everything. But maybe this was just more of that. Sometimes, he knew what you wanted even if you didn’t.

You brought your hands up to his forearm, sliding up to feel his wrist, then his hand. You were obsessed with his hands. There was no part of your body you didn’t want him to touch, neck included. “Andy—”

“No.” He applied just the slightest pressure with his thumb and forefinger.

You immediately shut up.

His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Here’s how we’re doing this, baby. You’re going to be good. I’ll tie you up. If you continue to be good, I’ll reward that behavior. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And you’re going to call me ‘Sir’. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”

Consequences. Consequences? You had never heard that word from his mouth applied to you. You were S P O I L E D. However, you were also wet and there was this need just growing inside you. You had never seen this side of him, you knew you needed to.

You nodded.

He kissed your temple, your cheekbone, your jaw, then your shoulder. “I love you. You know that?”

You scoffed. “Of course.”

“Of course...?”

“Sir.” Your cheeks immediately flushed. It felt...weird. Hot. But unusual, you guys just didn’t do this. You turned your head up slightly to see his face. “I love you, too.”

“I know.” He kissed you for a moment before gently urging you toward the room. He took your shoulders once more and sat you on the edge of the bed. “Stay.” And then he eyed you pointedly.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, moving toward his bag. When he pulled out black rope, you swore you were dead. Or dreaming? Maybe hallucinating. “Lie back.”

Eyes still on the rope in his hands, you did as ordered.

He slowly walked up to you, set the rope down, and grabbed your arm and calf. He arched your leg, grabbed the rope, and tied your upper arm near your knee and your forearm with your calf.

“Did you...bring those? Or did you go out and get them?“

“I had them.”

“For how long?”

He didn’t answer. After completing the other side, he stepped back to look at you. You were beautiful and wet and wanting, and he fell in love with you all over again. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was still completely dressed. A point he was making about who really had the power. Not you. Never you. Sometimes, he just let you think you did.

He was staring at you still so you took the time to do the same to him. Blue. He should always wear blue. He should always wear a suit. He should always be fucking you.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

You shook your head slightly. “Just you, sir.”

He reached out slowly and you shivered when his fingers touched your inner thigh. “You’re dripping, baby.” He leaned down, your breath stuttered as he kissed just below your navel. “Tell me what you want—be specific. Don’t forget your manners.”

This was mostly new but he’d never shied away from whispering the filthiest things to you at parties, texting you when you were with friends and family. He was a lawyer, after all, you quickly learned how he wanted you to speak in these situations. “Please eat my pussy, sir.”

He glanced up at you and moved down your body. He dragged his beard along your skin pointedly and you shivered. Watching him take you with his mouth was nearly enough to make you orgasm right then.

Usually, you could arch your back, wrap your thighs around his head, pull his hair to bring him closer. You couldn’t even move now and you felt utterly frustrated by that.

Andy let his tongue move through your cunt slowly but skillfully, he didn’t ignore the spots that made you gasp and curse. But he also didn’t spend enough time on them.

It felt like an impossibly long time later when you felt yourself about to come. He’d kept you there even though you both knew he possessed the ability to get you off in under a minute with his mouth.

Both his hands were on you, flat on your thighs, spreading you even wider. He devoured you, did anything he needed to make you cry out. He licked and sucked at your skin noisily, and he moaned because he loved the taste of you. Andy, you’d often told yourself, had to be the best man alive at eating pussy.

“Fuck,” you gasped when he started to tease your entrance. “I’m close, I—”

He backed away immediately.

You were startled at first, curious as to what would make him stop. Any questions you had died on your tongue when you saw him smirking.

“I never gave you permission to come.”

Once more, you felt your face flush. Permission? To come? What?

He arched an expectant eyebrow.

“May I come, sir?”

He hummed. “Not yet.”

“Well, when?” you demanded.

He gave you a warning look. “I’d lose that tone.”

You sighed quietly. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He set the side of his face against your thigh, nuzzling closer until his tongue could reach you. He lazily licked your pussy, never taking his eyes off you.

Of course, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t possibly get you there but you were still fuzzy because you’d been so close.

You were shaking by the time he once again closed his mouth around your clit and sucked. It didn’t take long at all and any other time, you would have been utterly mindless. Not now, you remembered the last time. You remembered what he said. “Please let me come, sir. Please—”

Again, he moved away completely and you let out this pathetic, strangled noise. He shushed you and began kissing your thighs once more.

You were breathless. And dying, possibly. This had never happened, you just weren’t sure what to make of it. Why? Why now? What did he want?

He placed his hand between your legs and your eyes rolled back. He never once looked at you, he just stared where he was working. He enjoyed watching your cunt spasm out of the sheerest desperation for him.

His thumb rubbed across your clit for several minutes before you whined, biting your lip in hopes that you could hide what you were building up to. In case he tried to take it away again.

Which he did, because he knew. He always knew. He removed his touch so unapologetically, with another dark smirk and that same cocky glint in his eyes.

“Please, sir. Please let me come.”

He got onto the bed, laying at your side. He touched your face when you turned to him, leaving behind traces of your arousal on your lips and cheekbones.

“Please,” you whispered.

He kissed you instead. For a long time, his mouth moved against yours in an almost innocent kiss. The tip of his tongue lined your bottom lip but you didn’t open your mouth for him. No. He told you no, so you were telling him no.

Something he realized you were doing after his fourth failed attempt at it. You felt a sharp, sudden pain against your cunt and when you gasped, he took full advantage of it. The sound of him smacking you, though not overly painful, still echoed in your ears.

You were impossibly wet—that was definitely new. You were almost ashamed of how much you liked it.

When he pulled away, you were breathless and your lips were swollen. Your eyes showed confusion and excitement, and that was fuel to him. He hadn’t been sure how you would react at first, especially to the ropes, but you always had been good at taking anything he gave you.

“You still okay?”

You nodded, unsure whether your voice would even work.

“Do you want to keep going? I need to hear you say it.”

One thing you knew with utter certainty was that anything Andy asked you to do, you would. That man owned you completely. You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And hello, new kink. Good girl? How dare he.

He kissed your cheek before slipping back off the bed. He leaned over you again, mouth finding your hot, soaking center.

“Fuck!”

The fourth time made you angry. Not that you would tell him, out of concern that he would just stop altogether. He got on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and leaned over to kiss and lick your breasts as he waited for you to come down entirely.

The fifth time was a disorienting disaster because you just weren’t used to this. You were starting to wonder—illogically—if he was ever going to let you come again.

The sixth time was just about the last damn straw. You were tired of being tied up and unable to do anything. Still, you kept your mouth shut.

The seventh time broke you. He pulled off, sliding his palm across his lips and you just snapped a bit. “Andy!”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Baby, what did I say about how you would address me tonight?”

But he didn’t look upset at all, in fact, it looked like this was exactly what he wanted to make you do. He wanted to show you those mysterious consequences he spoke of earlier.

“I’m sorry, but I need to come!”

“No, darling, you need to learn patience.”

You huffed. “But why? You can just keep giving me everything I want.”

He scoffed.

“Please let me come.”

He hummed as if he was actually thinking about it, then shook his head. “Sorry.”

You had taken to angrily staring at the ceiling. Your muscles were starting to ache, you’d never been tied up and this was taking so long. You were sweating and shaking, and you felt used. None of that meant there wasn’t some part of you that was enjoying this. You weren’t sure where it would lead, but you liked letting Andy be in charge of everything. Why not this, too?

It was about pretending. You knew that if you really didn’t like this, Andy would stop without hesitation. You were, just as he was, putting on a show. You couldn’t just give in, you’d never done that before and now was not the time to start.

You squeaked when you felt his mouth moving against you again. He got you very high very quickly and there was so much built-up frustration that you couldn’t possibly be quiet about it.

You were almost sure this time was different, despite what he said, because this was the closest you had been.

Then you heard his phone ring.

He froze for a moment and you turned down to him.

“No, no, no! Please—”

He backed away, smiling. “You know the deal, I am going to take work calls.”

“You are crazy,” you accused. He wasn’t just going to leave you there, was he?

He leaned over you, kissing you roughly. “Crazy about you, baby. I’ll be back.”

You were torn between sneering at that line and complete shock. Your mouth dropped as he swiped his phone off the bedside table. “Andy.”

He left the room without another look in your direction.

“Oh my god!” you blurted out. Should you be offended? He just left you there. No other men did that, you were almost certain. But then, he wasn’t like any other man you had ever met.

Maybe if you were used to being tied up, you’d be able to move a bit. There were so many pillows and if you could just get one between your legs...

But more than anything, fear kept you locked in place. If he found out that you got off without him, without his permission, you weren’t sure what he would do. You theorized it left you empty without his cock, so you stayed put.

For however long he was gone.

An hour.

Two.

Okay, you were definitely exaggerating but it was too long. You could hear him from the other room and there was no haste in his tone. He also wasn’t using his business tone—who the hell was he talking to?

By the time he came back, you’d plotted his death. You’d gone through the careless plans, the ones that would definitely get you caught. Then you started going through some of the most obvious mistakes he’d told you murderers made when they got caught. Then you started going through the less obvious mistakes—because that was how much time you had, that was how long he had left you there.

“Who was that?” you asked as soon as he walked through the door.

He took another long, appreciative look at you. “The travel agent. You know, that woman we spoke to when we were planning this, the one you said was flirting with me.”

Your mouth was open but you weren’t sure when that had happened.

“She just wanted to make sure everything was going well.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

He laughed. Actually laughed. “Yeah? How?” He took a seat next to you, reaching out to your pussy and sighing. “You’re still so wet.”

“Please—”

“I asked you a question.”

You sighed. “Well, I thought about all the ways it would look like a crime of passion.”

He slid one finger inside you for the first time that night.

“Fuck, please, I—”

“Balcony?” he pressed.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. “That was the first plan.”

He snorted. “How many were there?”

“13 fully thought out, maybe 25 in total.”

He hummed. “And what have we settled on, love?”

“I’m going to get a lover and convince him you are terrible to me.”

“Should be easy enough.”

“Yeah, because you’re a monster.”

He smiled as he laid himself down at your side once again, adding a second finger and curling them slowly.

“Please fuck me, sir. I was good. I waited here and didn’t make a sound.”

He didn’t say anything else as his fingers picked up speed. He continued watching your face the entire time.

You were just two good swipes away from it when he pulled them free. You opened your mouth to protest but he shoved his fingers against your tongue as he stood up. You closed your mouth around them before you could say anything that would get you in trouble.

“I have to undress first,” he decided. “When I’m undressed, I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”

You nodded, speaking unintelligibly around his fingers.

“And if I need to know that you’re okay, I’m going to squeeze your hand, okay? If you are, squeeze back.”

It took you a moment to process what he was asking for but you nodded as soon as you did. Why couldn’t he just ask? Why couldn’t you just answer?

With his free hand, he loosened his tie, and just as soon as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he shoved the tie in their place.

Fuck.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed. You instantly returned it. He smirked knowingly, again dropping to his knees to bury his face in your pussy.

You weren’t concerned about noise anymore. Prior, this was a small place with thin walls, you’d heard people the entire time you’d been there. But now, you either didn’t care or you had a lot of faith in the tie. You screamed for him.

Even still, he didn’t give in. He stood just as soon as you were about to finish.

You were crying, something he seemed surprised to see.

He checked with you once more and you squeezed his hand, maybe a lot harder than you needed to. He thought that was hysterical.

Yes, this was a lot, but you’d come too far. You needed him to make you come.

He removed his jacket next and again, teased you to until you were almost there. You figured he would do this to you each time he took off an article of clothing.

Logical. You could deal with that.

But that just wasn’t Andy. He alternated between his mouth and his fingers but did so after every button on his shirt, after he’d finally removed it, after his belt, one shoe, the other, one sock, the other, the button on his pants, his zipper, after he shoved them to the floor and kicked then out of his way, then his boxers.

Finally, he was naked. He moved closer, his hard cock brushing against your thigh before he took himself in one hand.

You whimpered and his eyes flit up to you. He used the head of his cock to tease you, running it up and down the length of your slit several times. The final time, he kept moving until his cock was laid out on your stomach.

“Feel how hard I am?”

You nodded frantically.

He stepped back until he could line himself up with your entrance and slowly buried his cock inside you, inch by inch.

You had never felt relief so intense, it sent another round of tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Fuck, baby. This is the best pussy in the world.”

And using the same controlled pace, he pulled out completely.

This was why he gagged you, he knew you would have yelled at him until you passed out for pulling this slow shit. You needed to be fucked.

He played this game for several minutes. Until his own insane control slipped. You knew when he’d worked himself up too much because he made this sound that very much resembled a growl and grabbed the ropes on either side. He fucked you as hard as you’d wanted him to since dinner when he dropped this whole thing on you.

Your first finish was brought on mere thrusts later and he’d gotten you to this wound up place that made this one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had. Even the tie couldn’t stifle you.

And then the overstimulation began. This was always one of Andy’s favorites but now, it was just so much more. He was concerned with his own end and however many times you ended up coming in that process was a bit unclear. Many times. Maybe too many times.

Following his orgasm, he folded himself over onto you, mouth moving all over your skin. Your breasts, your neck, your shoulders.

It took him a moment to work the ropes off of you in his hazy state of mind.

As soon as your limbs were free to move, you tore the tie out of your mouth and tossed it aside, and his mouth hurriedly found yours. You began clinging to him like your life depended on it.

He rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh against him with an arm pinned to your back. You draped one leg over his hips and across his ass, the opposite he was laying on and it was uncomfortable but neither of you seemed willing to move. Your fingers pressed into his jaw, appreciatively tugging on his beard just a little every now and then.

His hips began rolling again and his hand snuck in between you two, fingers rubbing your clit. He just wanted to feel you coming around him one more time.

Even long after you did, you didn’t let him go. You didn’t let him move away from you even a centimeter. You just set your face in the bend of his neck as you caught your breath.

He ran his hand along the length of your back in silence, content with just being wrapped up in you.

When you fully came down, you knew because he was suddenly very heavy on your leg. You wordlessly tapped his shoulder and he knew what you meant instantly.

He rolled onto his back and brought you with him, cock still lying inside you. You did this sometimes, refused to let him get up, but he never minded it.

You were sprawled out limply on his chest, listening to his heartbeat for as long as you could—he was a talker, silence was a fleeting thing now. Tomorrow would be a sore day, but what a great memory you would get to revel in.

“Questions, comments, concerns?”

You turned your head up. “Before we leave, fuck me on the balcony and choke me.”

His eyebrows rose for a second then he was nodding. “That...yeah, great. Deal. Perfect.”

You snorted. “So, about that travel agent...”