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v𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:
♛𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫
♛𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞
♛𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
♛𝐀𝐫𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
♛𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫
/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬/𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬/ 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:
AU's:
♚ceo
♚college/collegemates
♚workmates
♚office
♚teacher/student
♚stepcest
♚roomates
♚pornstar
♚mob
♚ex's
♚arranged marriege
♚neighbours
kinks:
♚breeding kink
♚degradation kink
♚voyeurism
♚chocking kink
♚bondage
♚worshipping
♚cock warming
♚daddy kink
♚mommy kink
♚double penetration
♚dom/sub
♚face-fucking
♚gagging
♚hairpulling
♚forced orgasm
♚sex filming
♚innocence kink
♚masturbation
♚first time
♚face-sitting
♚phone sex
♚praising
♚cheating
♚public sex
♚sex toys
I'm open to any of your ideas so don't be shy, just write to me!!
summary: you're stuck in a motel room with only one bed with your dad's best friend andy barber and you can't sleep because you can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to touch him... thankfully for you, andy doesn't plan on keeping his hands to himself.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, andy is late 30s/early 40s), smut, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, edging, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, teasing, dirty talk, dumbification, anal play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names (mostly sweetheart and honey), aftercare
word count: 8.3k
a/n: i spun the wheels from @georgiapeach30513's moodboard event and got andy barber, dark, only one bed and edging and the idea for this fic popped into my head so i figured i'd write it 🤷🏼♀️ it ended up not being very dark but maybe soft!dark-ish if you squint?? i also did make a full moodboard for this fic, which i'll post later or tomorrow. i haven't decided if i'm gonna turn this into a series, but i kinda wanna follow it up with some smutty drabbles, so if anyone has anything they'd like to see with these two, my inbox is open 😁 otherwise, please enjoy!!
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“You’re squirming a lot over there, sweetheart,” Andy Barber said, his voice low and deep, raspy with almost-sleep as it floated to you from the other side of the bed in the dark motel room. There was a pillow separating your body from your dad’s best friend, but it apparently wasn’t going to save him from all your sleepless tossing and turning. It had been meant to stop you from thinking about him, so close but so untouchable, but it hadn’t saved you either.
Guilt and a little bit of shame slithered down into your gut as you whispered a soft, “Sorry, Mr. Barber.” Andy was a kind, steady man, and you felt awful for keeping him awake, especially when the reason was your tiny little crush on your dad’s friend. And the the big, overwhelming thoughts about what he was hiding beneath the lounge pants he’d worn to bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about reaching over the pillow and sliding your hand beneath the waist of his pants, feeling him in your hand.
Blowing out a quiet, frustrated breath, you rolled onto your back as silently as possible and stayed as still as you could, only your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.
You’d known Andy Barber for a number of years, and through almost all of that time, you’d thought of him as nothing more than a polite, decent, almost boring, man. He was a well-respected lawyer your dad had met shortly after you’d graduated from college when he’d needed help with some legal matters. You didn’t know what they were exactly, you’d been wrapped up in your first job out of school—it had been a long, arduous process to find work in your field and you were focused on impressing your colleagues. But you knew your dad had gotten close with Andy because your parents had started inviting him to all their summer barbecues and their yearly holiday party, where you’d met him.
You didn’t know much about Andy besides the fact that he was a lawyer and he was single. At almost every party, you overheard one of your dad’s other friends ask him when he was going to settle down, get a wife and have a kid. You’d hear Andy laugh affably, a charming smile gracing his bearded face as he’d say, “I’m just waiting for the right girl.”
You’d never given much thought to who that girl might be, but as you lay in bed beside Andy, a pillow separating your bodies, you found yourself jealous of her. She wouldn’t need any kind of barrier between her and Andy’s big, strong body. She wouldn’t have any reasons not to cuddle up to the broad-shouldered lawyer and press her face into his neck, feeling the soft rasp of his beard against her cheek. Your body burned with jealousy over a completely fictional woman, which only made you feel worse.
The only thing that stopped you from wishing any ill will against Andy’s future wife was the knowledge that sometimes you’d catch him looking at you across your parents backyard or their living room. His blue eyes would be darkened, an intensity to them that would always make you squirm a little, though not unpleasantly. There’d be a look in his gaze, something that made your heart pang with yearning. But then the look would vanish and Andy would give you a friendly, benign smile and nod his head before looking away, making you question whether the look had ever been there at all.
You’d known since you met him that Andy Barber was attractive. With his brown hair swept back from his handsome face, neatly trimmed beard bracketing soft lips and those brilliant blue eyes, Andy was one of the hottest men you’d ever met. Even if he was your dad’s best friend. But he made it easy to never think of him as anything other than Mr. Barber. He’d never made you feel uncomfortable or given you too much attention. He’d greet you with a kind smile and make small talk, ask you about your job and, later, your career.
Maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you’d had a tiny little crush on Andy for a long while, though you couldn’t say when it had formed. You’d always ignored it, told yourself he was a boring, older man. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who hung around your dad, talking about their work and golf and other boring things. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who was so much older than you, even if he was at least a decade younger than your dad.
You’d done a good job of ignoring that tiny little crush, but then you’d gotten into Andy’s car earlier that evening, and everything had changed for you. It was the first time you’d ever spent any time alone with Andy Barber, and you got to see him outside of one of your parents parties, away from your dad and the golf talk. It had changed the way you saw him, turning him into a man who made you squirm and have dirty thoughts while you were meant to be falling asleep.
Your parents were staying for the month of August at their shore house like they did every summer, and they’d insisted you take a week vacation to visit them. Normally, you’d rent a car and drive down from the city, but you had to work late that evening and your mother didn’t want you driving alone after dark. It just so happened that Andy, who also had an apartment in the city, had been invited as well, and your father coordinated with him to pick you up from your place so you could drive down together.
Once Andy had helped load your bags into his car, he held the passenger door open for you, closing it softly after you’d settled into the seat. You couldn’t help but admire him as he walked around the front of the car, his white button down shirt was open at the collar, showing off just a peak at some chest hair, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his strong, tanned forearms. You didn’t know what it was about men’s forearms, but just the sight of Andy’s made a gentle warmth bloom in your core. It only worsened when he slid into the car and his cologne surrounded you, blanketing you in his scent, warm amber and something spicy.
Already flustered by the overwhelming urge to crawl across the car and curl up in Andy’s lap, you pulled out your phone and texted a friend about plans when you were back in the city. You hoped Andy wouldn’t notice your awkwardness, and he didn’t seem to as he pulled into traffic, maneuvering the car through the narrow Brooklyn streets near your apartment. But then he cleared his throat and got your attention.
“Ah, I have one rule in the car,” Andy said, dragging your attention from your screen. You glanced up at him and found him cutting quick looks at you out of the corner of his eye, an apologetic half-smile on his face. “No phones, please, sweetheart—makes me feel like a chauffeur.”
Your face warmed at the nickname, even though you were certain Andy didn’t mean anything by it, and stowed your phone away. “Sorry, Mr. Barber,” you murmured, then asked him about his day.
With nothing else to look at, your eyes kept drifting back to Andy, cataloguing things about the man you hadn’t allowed yourself to notice before, like the way his big hands gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms shifting as he turned. The heat in your center slowly grew as you watched Andy, asking questions as he told you stories about the law firm where he worked. Alone in the car together, you could pretend you and Andy were just two adults who were friendly—there was no reason you couldn’t look at him and wonder it’d be like to touch him, to feel his hands on your body.
Not long after you’d left the city, you began to fantasize about Andy stopping the car suddenly, certain his arm would reach out and brace across your front to keep you pinned safely to your seat. You imagined his big hand falling to your leg, the warmth of his hand resting on your thigh just beneath the hem of your shorts. Your fantasies had you squirming slightly in your seat, even as you tried to remain unaffected by Andy’s presence, his charming smiles sending your heart fluttering. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and just kept you engaged in conversation, turning it to your day and your job.
It had already been pretty late when Andy picked you up, and you’d only been on the road an hour when he’d started yawning. He’d suggested stopping at a motel for the night, and you’d agreed, knowing your parents were rather you were both safe than trying to drive while tired. Since it was summer and you were on a well-known route to the shore, it took a little while to find a place with any vacancies, which was how you’d ended up in a single motel room that had only one bed.
“What’s keeping you awake?” Andy asked, after you were both silent for a few moments, drawing you out of your thoughts. His voice was rumbling and deep, making you want to squirm some more, and press your thighs together against the dull ache between your thighs. But you didn’t move, only stayed on your back and kept your eyes on the popcorn ceiling of the motel room.
“I don’t know,” you whispered, a hint of a whine in your tone. You hoped you didn’t sound as guilty for lying as you thought you did. “I just can’t sleep.” Even in the dark, you could hear the pout in your voice and you mentally slapped yourself for sounding just a little bit flirty. The freedom of the car was gone and the knowledge of who exactly Andy was to you weighed heavily even though you couldn’t turn off the fantasies of touching him. You reminded yourself Andy was your dad’s best friend and you couldn’t flirt with him, no matter how hot you thought he was.
With a heavy sigh, Andy pushed himself up until he was leaning against the backboard of the bed. You turned your head to look at him, your gaze catching on the way his t-shirt was rumpled around his chest and biceps. It looked so soft, you wanted to lay your head on his chest and curl around his body. You looked away quickly, afraid he’d see the desire on your face in the soft light filtering in through the large window next to the motel room door.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, scooping you up from your side of the bed and hauling you across the pillow divider. The sheets twisted around your feet as Andy set you between his legs, his thick thighs bracketing your ass while he urged you to lean back on his chest, your ass on his lap. Your mind short-circuited at the knowledge Andy was touching you, and you let him gently manhandle you into settling against his body.
With the blankets pushed down around your legs, you realized how underdressed you were compared to Andy. You hadn’t expected to be sharing a bed with anyone when you’d packed them, so you were wearing only some skimpy shorts and a matching cropped tank top. Your nipples were pebbled beneath your top, and you weren’t sure if it was the air conditioner in the room or your desire, but you crossed your arms loosely over your chest, trying to hide your body’s reaction anyway.
“What’re you doing, Mr. Barber?” you asked in a whisper, a little bit of teasing in your tone. You wanted so badly to squirm in his lap and feel if he would respond to you, but you weren’t sure if he’d be OK with that. You still thought he probably wasn’t making a move, no matter that him pulling you into his lap in the middle of the night might be a little inappropriate.
Andy’s hands stroked down over your arms, skimming along your hips and over the tops of your thighs. You sucked in a breath when his warm palms came into contact with your bare skin, enjoying the feel far too much. “Just trying to help you relax, sweetheart,” he said innocently, his hands moving back up your body, his touch a little firmer. When he got to your upper arms, he skimmed one hand up to the front of your throat and tipped your chin back so your head rested against his shoulder. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart—can you relax?” His hands stroked back down your body, lightly massaging your muscles.
You let out a soft contented sigh as you calmed little by little. “I think I can do that,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. With the air conditioner running, you weren’t sure how Andy heard you, but you knew he did because a pleased hum rumbled in his chest. His hands felt so good on your body, you didn’t think to question whether what he was doing was appropriate from someone who was your dad’s best friend.
“It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a low, quiet voice, his lips next to your ear. His hands were touching you more firmly, almost groping as they stroked over your arms and legs, venturing to your hips and waist. His palm slid over your stomach in a way that had you letting out a shuddering sigh.
You were so lulled by his hands, and the heat they were stirring in your core, that it took you a moment to catch up with Andy’s change of subject. “Y-yeah,” you answered on a soft, breathy whisper. It was the first time Andy had ever asked you about your love life, and you were a little surprised he seemed to know you’d dated at all. But he was right, it had been a long while. “Not for a couple years,” you said.
“Oh, honey,” Andy murmured sympathetically. His beard rasped over the skin of your cheek as he nuzzled the side of your face. You shivered in his arms and another pleased sound rumbled in his chest. “That’s too long for a pretty girl like you to go without a boyfriend,” he said in your ear, the words sinking into your mind. “You need a man in your life to take care of you.”
Andy’s touch was getting firmer, his hands groping your soft flesh in an almost possessive manner, which was having an effect on your body. The heat in your core was burning hotter, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. You knew you’d crossed a line with Andy, though you couldn’t be certain exactly when it had happened. Especially when you were trying to focus on the conversation he insisted on having.
“I can take care of myself,” you said as indignantly as you could manage, thinking Andy was talking about your financial security. You couldn’t fathom a double meaning to his words in that moment, not when your focus was split by the trickle of your arousal sliding down your slit, making you squirm on Andy’s lap. You bit back a gasp when you felt his cock twitch against your ass.
“Mm, I know, honey, I know,” Andy rumbled, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, over your hips and belly. His thumbs dragged closer to your center, but didn’t touch you there yet. “You’re a strong, independent woman,” he said, his voice warm like he appreciated those qualities in you. You sighed happily at his praise and turned your face to hide a dreamy smile against his neck “You’ve always been so impressive, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss to your cheek, tickling you with his beard and making you giggle softly.
You were so wrapped up in Andy’s praise, you barely noticed him moving your legs, lifting first one, then the other, on top of his. Your thighs spread a little, which felt dirty enough while you were sat in the lap of the older man, but then Andy began to slide his legs out, pulling you open wider. You were so pliant and turned on, you were little more than a limp, needy mess on Andy’s lap, and all you could do was watch while he spread you open for him, his hands never ceasing to stroke and caress your thighs.
Your skimpy little shorts had ridden up, the center hugging your mound and pressing your panties against your wet slit. You were a little stunned at how fast—how easily Andy had gone from seeming like a respectable man who’d never make a move on you, to the man who now held you open for him. Your lulled mind was struggling to catch up, but with Andy’s fingers stroking closer and closer to your dripping center, you had no desire to protest what he was doing to you.
“If it’s been years since you’ve had a boyfriend, I bet your sweet cunt is feeling a little neglected,” Andy said, his voice deep and dark, a hunger lacing his tone you’d never heard before—but you liked it. His hands stopped on your upper thighs, his thumbs tracing along the edge of your shorts, digging into the creases where your thighs met your core. “That’s why you were squirming so much, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Your needy pussy wouldn’t let you sleep when you were laying so close to a man you knew would take good care of you, isn’t that right?”
Your head was spinning as you tried to reconcile the friendly, charming and affable Andy Barber with the man at your back who spoke such filthy words. You never would’ve suspected the upstanding lawyer could ask you such a dirty question, but you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. You’d been so restless and needy it had kept Andy awake—and instead of getting angry, he seemed more than happy to take care of you. The only thing you could think to do was repay him with honesty.
“Oh god, yes,” you said on a gasp. Your hips jerked as his fingers continued to tease you, sweeping just beneath the edge of your shorts, but not moving close enough to touch you where you needed him. They pressed just a tiny bit closer and you writhed against his hardening cock. “Yes, Mr. Barber,” you cried softly.
“Don’t need to be so formal when you’re squirming on my lap, sweetheart," Andy murmured in your ear, laughter in his tone. You could feel the corner of his smile against your cheek, which only drove you wilder. His thumbs swept closer to your aching slit, digging beneath your panties and shorts. But he got your full attention with his next words. “I’d rather you call me daddy.”
That word sent a lightning bolt of arousal through your body, leaving scorching desire in its wake. You reached your hands up and dug them into Andy’s hair, your back arching as you put yourself even more on display for the filthy older man who had you soaking and ready to beg for him.
“Daddy,” you gasped, trying out the word. You loved the way it felt on your tongue, how perfect it felt to call Andy that. You tilted your head back, getting your mouth as close to his ear as you could manage while you whined and writhed in his lap, feeling his cock twitch and harden further against your ass. “Daddy, please!”
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy, honey,” Andy cooed, his tone dripping with teasing chastisement. “Were you laying over there imagining this? Imagining me touching you? Tell daddy, and I’ll pet this pretty little clit of yours,” he urged in a soft, almost hypnotic voice, his finger teasing around your aching bundle of nerves without touching it.
“No, daddy,” you whimpered, starting to tremble with need. You weren’t protesting, but answering his question. Even still, Andy paused his hands, his breath rasping harshly in your ear while he waited for you to give him some kind of sign you still wanted him to touch you.
For a brief time, you both hung there, suspended in the moment. Your fingers clung to the back of Andy’s head, playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t get over the sight of his hands on your body, the sheets of the motel bed rumpled around your spread legs and the soft neon light from outside filtering in through the blinds on the window. It looked so perfectly debauched, and you so desperately wanted more—wanted him to touch you properly. So you answered him properly, admitting to your dirty fantasies.
“I was thinking about touching you,” you confessed in a hushed whisper, your words spilling into the imperfect darkness of the motel room. Andy let out a harsh breath of relief, but you went on. “About curling up against you and letting my hand reach into your pants,” you broke off on a gasp when Andy’s finger lightly flicked over your clit. It sent an electric shot of pleasure straight to your core, and you could feel yourself leaking more, your arousal trailing down to your puckered hole. You went on, hoping he’d continue to touch you if you did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about feeling you, daddy,” you said in a rush, “About taking you in my hand and stroking you.”
“That’s my girl,” Andy rumbled, affection in his tone. The tip of his finger teased your clit with light touches, never giving you the firm stroking you so badly needed. “You’re a precious, obedient little slut who needs daddy to take care of her, isn’t that right, honey?” Andy asked, his fingers swiping through your folds and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of you. You nodded in answer to his question, and he went on. “I always knew there was a perfect little slut hiding under all your good girl sweetness,” he murmured in your ear. “Knew you’d be wet and willing for me if I just got my hands on your sweet little cunt.”
Your head spun even more at the implication of his words, that he’d been thinking about touching you a lot longer than you’d allowed yourself to think about touching him. The realization only made you hotter. “H-how long,” you started to ask, needing to stop and swallow against your dry throat. You were gasping for air while he ruthlessly teased your clit with gentle flicks, but you pushed the words past your parted lips. “How long have you thought about touching me?” you asked breathlessly. “How long have you wanted to to turn your best friend’s daughter into a writhing, desperate little slut?”
Andy sucked in a harsh breath, like he hadn’t expected you to ask him such a dirty question. His free hand came up to your face and he turned you to look at him. A breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face so unraveled with hunger—all for you.
Andy’s eyes raked over your expression, like he was searching for something. You let him see how much you wanted him, how depthless your own hunger was for him and his touch. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you only had a brief moment to appreciate it before he was ducking down, capturing your lips in a kiss.
Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the first brush of his lips, and again when he pressed his mouth more firmly against yours. You sighed contentedly at the soft firmness of his kiss, giving Andy the room to deepen it, sliding his tongue between your lips and taking possession of your mouth. He kissed you harder, like he wanted to fuse his body to yours at the mouth, and you returned his fervor. Your nails raked through Andy’s beard, scratching lightly at the skin beneath and dragging a happy groan from him.
When Andy finally pulled away, he was breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath. A smile danced on your lips and he gave you one last searing kiss, swallowing your surprised gasp and kissing you until you were dazed from the feel of him.
“Christ,” Andy rasped once he’d pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Too fucking long,” he said, picking up the conversation where you’d left off. At the same moment, he pinched your clit between two fingers, making you shout, your body jerking hard enough he had to clamp his other arm around your waist to keep you on his lap. He held you pinned to him so his fingers could continue their exploration of your pussy. “You were only a couple of years out of college when I first thought about touching you like this,” Andy confessed, pressing one of his thick fingers into your pussy. He pushed inside you so slowly, your breath burned in your lungs from holding it. “You wore that sweet little sundress to your parents’ Memorial Day barbecue, the one with the daisies on it.”
His finger was buried inside you to the knuckle and it took you a moment to recall the party he was talking about, but you finally did. “I remember,” you said on a gasp. It was a couple years ago, but you recalled the cotton sundress with a daisy pattern. It had been rather short, but you’d felt so pretty in it. “Didn’t know you noticed,” you said in a breathy voice.
“How could I not,” Andy rumbled, dragging his finger from your hole before plunging back inside just as slowly. “You looked like the sweetest angel in that dress, and all I wanted to do was shove my hand up your skirt and feel your soft cunt,” he went on, fucking you with his finger in torturously slow strokes that had you gasping for air. “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over, pushing your dress up and burying my cock in your tight, warm hole.”
“I had no idea you thought about me like that,” you admitted, watching Andy’s big hand move beneath your shorts. It was such an erotic sight, you could feel yourself getting wetter just from looking at it. Andy used your added arousal to slide his finger in and out of you.
“Of course you didn’t, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, adding a second finger to your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure when he pushed both deep inside you, spreading them in your tight hole to stretch you. “Couldn’t have your father knowing I was thinking about his daughter like that,” he said distractedly, almost like he was talking to himself. “Couldn’t let anyone know that the whole time I was at those parties, I was thinking about all ways I wanted to fuck you.”
“Tell me,” you pleaded on a sharp inhale, turning your head slightly so you could catch Andy’s eye. His gaze was darkened and hungry and it made your stomach bottom out even as you gushed harder around his fingers. “Tell me what you thought about doing to me, please, daddy,” you begged in your sweetest voice.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Andy bit out through clenched teeth, closing his eyes briefly as his fingers stilled inside you.
He took a deep breath as if collecting himself, and when he opened his eyes again, they were fathomless pits of desire. His mouth was pressed into a determined line as he added a third finger to your pussy, fucking you slowly while you gasped and squirmed on his lap, your hips canting to give him a better angle.
“One time when you were eating an ice pop at one of those barbecues, all I could think about was pushing you to your knees in the grass and shoving my cock in your mouth,” Andy admitted, his fingerfucking picking up the pace gradually as he spoke, like he couldn’t help himself. “I wanted to see you lick and suck on my cock the same way you did that popsicle.”
You didn’t remember the exact party he was talking about, but it was easy to imagine the scenario he conjured. You pictured yourself on your knees in front of Andy and you wanted it desperately—you wanted to taste him so badly, drool began to pool in your mouth. But, instead of voicing your need, all you could manage was a gasp and a moan, mumbling, “Oh god, daddy,” as he fucked you with his thick fingers.
“And then there was that time your friend tickled you at a Christmas party and you squealed,” Andy went on, blowing out a harsh breath after that last word. “Jesus, fuck, it got me so hard,” he confessed, his fingers driving into you harder. When he stopped speaking for a moment, you could hear the light smacking of his palm against your soaking wet folds, which dragged a filthy moan from your lips. “I knew you’d squeal exactly like that if I pushed into your ass and stretched you out on my fat cock.” He punctuated his point by spreading his fingers as much as he was able, stretching your pussy and making you cry out, your hips jerking from the ruthless pleasure he delivered.
The relentless drive Andy’s fingers in your pussy and his filthy words had you fast approaching your release. “Daddy,” you cried on a gasp, your hips rocking against his thrusting hand. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You tilted your head back against Andy’s shoulder, one of your hands dug into his hair while the other gripped the arm he still had banded around your chest. You needed something to hold on to while he drove your pleasure higher and higher.
But before you could tip over the edge, Andy wrenched his hand out of your shorts, his fingers leaving you wet and wanting. You could feel your pussy fluttering from your almost release, your clit throbbing angrily. “Daddy,” you wailed. A frustrated sob fell from your lips, but Andy was quick to shove his soaked fingers between your lips, making you taste your arousal on his skin.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Andy murmured in your ear, rubbing his fingers on your tongue. It made your head go fuzzy as you tasted your own muskiness. “Daddy’s gonna edge you until you’re all drippy and braindead,” he said and you could hear the grin in his tone, like he knew he was going to enjoy himself. “Gonna turn you into my own perfect little fucktoy.”
You moaned around Andy’s fingers, your hands circling his wrist and holding on while you sucked them clean of your wetness. Your body had relaxed from the edge of your release, and you’d started feeling warm and floaty. Andy’s other hand pushed your tank top up and he began groping your tits, plucking at your nipples and swirling his thumb around the tight peaks, making you whimper while you sucked on his fingers.
When Andy was sure you’d sufficiently cleaned him, he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a slight popping sound. A little bit of drool dribbled down your chin but you couldn’t be bothered by it, melting into Andy’s arms as he played with your tits. “Feels so good, daddy,” you murmured softly.
“That’s it, honey, let daddy take care of you,” Andy said, guiding you to sit up so he could pull your top off. Then he pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs and helped you out of them. He gently manhandled you back into position, with your back against his chest, your legs splayed over his and your ass resting on his hard cock. He hooked his feet around your ankles, keeping you spread wide open for him. “Just let daddy make you feel good.”
His hands began stroking your body again, this time skin to skin everywhere, and you relaxed even further, your mind drifting in a haze of pleasure while he murmured praises about your body in your ear. “Such pretty tits, honey, so soft and perfect,” he said in your ear. His groping hands were possessive when they felt up your thighs and hips, his voice low on a groan as he said, “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, could touch you all fucking day.”
Andy eventually worked his hands back to your pussy and he slid his fingers through your drenched folds. He worked you up again and again, edging you two or three more times, enough that you lost count. Every time he’d fuck your pussy with his fingers, bring you to the edge of your release. When you were crying and begging him to let you come, he’d move his hands away and leave you wanting. He’d shove his fingers in your mouth for you to clean while your body relaxed away from the edge. It was glorious torture, and by the time you’d lost count, your mind felt floaty and far away, only Andy’s hold on your body keeping you tethered to the earth.
“Daddy-daddy, please, wan’ come,” you babbled, head lolling back against Andy’s shoulder as your chest heaved. You were covered in a light sheen of sweat and you were so slick between your thighs you had no doubt you’d soaked the front of Andy’s pants beneath you. His cock was hard and twitching against your plush ass and you wanted so badly to feel him slide his thick length inside your grasping hole. You wanted so badly to come.
But Andy only chuckled. “One more,” he murmured in your ear as his fingers teased through your soaking folds, gathering your wetness and dragging it down to your puckered hole. He pressed a fingertip to your rosebud and gently pushed inside, making you cry out and tense. Andy soothed you with his soft, shushing words. “Let daddy in, sweetheart,” he murmured in a sweet rumble that sent a new wave of warmth spreading through you. “Just wanna play with your pretty little hole, honey, I promise I won’t give you more than you can take.”
His words made you smile and you relaxed for him. Andy pushed again and was able to sink his finger all the way into your ass, opening your tight hole for him. When he was buried inside to the knuckle, he let out a sharp exhale. “Can’t wait to fuck you here, honey,” Andy rasped in your ear. You could hear a smile in his tone and it made you grin dazedly. You wanted to make him happy. “You’re so fucking tight, it’s gonna feel like you’re choking my dick.”
“Daddy,” you whined. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to fuck your ass in that moment, but at the last second, some sense returned to you. You’d never been fucked there before and you knew it would take time to prepare you for Andy’s cock. You whimpered at the thought of taking Andy’s thick cock stretching you out when his single finger already felt so big back there.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it feel good for you, too,” Andy promised, accurately interpreting your whimper. He dragged his finger almost all the way out of your ass before sliding inside again. It was such a weird sensation, but you didn’t dislike it. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna love feeling daddy fuck your ass, sweetheart,” the older man murmured in your ear, making you shiver with desire.
“Yes, daddy,” you agreed, the words dissolving on a loud moan.
Andy fucked your ass with his finger, his thumb reaching up and rubbing your clit lightly, circling around the puffy nub. He brought you to the edge again like that, without even penetrating your pussy, but it fluttered all the same, begging to be filled. When you gasped that you were “gon’ cum, daddy,” Andy pulled away again. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and had you clean off your juices.
You busied yourself sucking on Andy’s thumb while he removed his finger from your ass, careful not to make you come with the stimulation. When Andy pulled his thumb from your mouth, he murmured in your ear. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. “Like feeling daddy’s finger in your ass?”
“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, a dreamy smile on your face. You were floating in a haze of pleasure, but you knew what you were saying and you meant it, you really did like the feeling of Andy fingering your ass. “Love feeling you play with my holes, daddy—daddy’s holes.” You giggled, not even knowing what was so funny, but it felt right.
“That’s right, honey, daddy’s holes,” he said, smiling and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His hands were soothing over your body again while you settled. Then he flipped you over onto your front, the pillow you’d shoved between your bodies all those hours ago wedged beneath your hips. “Gimme a second, sweetheart, just stay there,” Andy murmured, dropping a kiss to your head before he got off the bed.
You did as he said, staying right where you were with your ass up and your face pressed into the cool sheets of the bed. You felt nice and floaty and warm. There was an insistent throb between your legs that took up a lot of your focus, but you didn’t squirm or try to ease it at all. It felt good, and you liked feeling good. You liked being good for Andy. Your daddy. You giggled again, happy about the direction your night had gone.
In the bathroom of the motel room, you heard the water in the sink turn off and Andy padded back into the room. When he joined you on the bed again, you could tell he was naked, his bare skin sliding against yours as he crawled on top of you. You let out a low, ragged moan when you felt his bare cock against your ass. It turned into a whine as you tilted your hips up, offering yourself to him wordlessly.
“Mm, there’s my braindead little slut,” Andy murmured, pressing sweet, suckling kisses up your spine and across your shoulders. He settled on top of you, his chest hair brushing teasingly against your back and making you shiver. “Ready for daddy to fuck you now, honey?”
“Please, daddy,” you begged, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him sinking inside you. You tried to spread your legs, but they were stopped by Andy’s knees braced on either side of you. You squirmed, pressing your ass back against Andy’s cock. “Need you so bad!” you cried, frustration overwhelming you.
“Fuck, yes, beg for it, baby,” Andy urged. He reached between your bodies and pushed his cock between your thighs, dragging it against your soaking folds. The hard length of his thick cock bumped against your clit and you let out a high, desperate keen. “Beg for daddy’s cock to fuck your tight little cunt.”
“Please, daddy,” you begged in a sweetly whining voice. “Please fuck me, please, please, please, daddy.” You rocked your hips back on his cock, feeling the thick length against your pussy only making you drip more. It was so close, but not inside you and you were so frustrated you could cry. “Please, daddy, daddy, daddy, please!”
“Good girl,” he rasped, brushing a kiss to your temple, his beard scratching delightfully against your skin. “Such a good slut for daddy.” Andy groaned, notching the tip of his cock at your entrance. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke so close, the words went directly into your brain. “Cum as much as you want, honey, don’t hold back.”
You’d barely nodded when Andy started pushing inside. He was bigger than his three fingers, so thick that the stretch burned a little, but you relished the pain-edged pleasure. It helped to clear some of the haze from your mind, allowing you to feel fully present in the moment.
Andy moved slowly as he buried himself inside you, making you feel every inch of his fat cock. He was quiet as he moved, like he was savoring the moment. But when he was almost fully sheathed inside you, he shoved in the last few inches like he couldn’t wait to be inside you any longer. The jolt of pleasure and slight sting of the stretch was enough to tip you over the edge.
You muffled a scream in the bedsheets, your fingers clinging to the soft cotton as your pussy clenched down on Andy’s cock, making him feel even bigger inside you. Your mind was blown with pleasure, the long edging session Andy put you through making your orgasm even more intense. Your vision whited out for a long moment, before you returned to yourself, swept under wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, jesus christ, sweetheart, that’s it, cum on daddy’s cock,” Andy bit out through gritted teeth. His fingers were digging hard into your hips, and you relished the way it grounded you. Your body trembled as your pussy gripped his cock in a vise. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed. “Fuck yes, squeeze daddy’s cock.”
Andy gave you only a short moment to come down from your high before he pulled his cock from your still fluttering channel and barreled back inside, forcing a sharp, pleasured cry from your lips. “Daddy!” you yelled, pushing back on his cock and making him grunt. You felt insatiable with need, like now that you’d had one orgasm, you were greedy for more.
“That’s it, honey, take daddy’s cock,” Andy growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked you hard and rough. His dirty talk never ceased as he spilled filth in your ear. “Such a good fucking slut for daddy, taking my cock so well,” he murmured while he railed you, his hips slapping against your ass, his balls banging against your clit. “Knew you’d be perfect—I knew you’d be the best little fucktoy for me.”
The older man fucked you relentlessly, pounding you into the sheets of the motel bed with a ruthlessness you never would’ve suspected from the upstanding lawyer. You loved it, you couldn’t get enough of it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from egging him on. “Harder, daddy, please, fuck me harder—need you so bad daddy, please!”
“Take it, you little slut,” he growled, fucking you harder and faster, his cock barreling into your cunt with every thrust. “Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” You shrieked as he pounded against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you pushed back desperately on him, chasing your pleasure.
“You gonna come again, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a teasing, breathless voice while he fucked you mercilessly hard. “You gonna come again like a good little slut?”
Moaning and shaking and overwhelmed with pleasure, you nodded, gasping for breath so you could speak. “Almost there, daddy,” you whimpered.
“Rub your clit, honey,” Andy rasped, levering himself up. While you reached an arm underneath you and found your clit, Andy gathered the wetness from where his cock pounded into you and brought it to your rosebud. He pressed his thumb against your hole and you were so close to being undone, there was no resistance left in you. You squealed as his finger sank into your hole until it was buried to the hilt.
Between your fingers desperately rubbing your clit, Andy’s thumb in your ass and his cock pounding your pussy, it wasn’t long before you came again. It hit you like a lightning strike, and you screamed as your whole body tensed. You felt like you blacked out for a moment, coming back to yourself with a scratchy throat and a pussy throbbing with pleasure as it clenched down on Andy’s cock, squeezing him in your body’s tight grip.
“Good girl,” Andy growled as he rutted into you, chasing his own pleasure. “Good fucking girl, honey, feel so fucking good coming on my cock—so good, fuck yes,” he growled. “Take my come, sweetheart, take daddy’s come.” He barreled into you one last time, your cunt gripping his cock and dragging him deeper. He pressed as deep as he could go and then groaned loudly as he came.
You felt Andy’s cock twitch deep inside you, then his warmth filling you up and you moaned softly. After a few shallow pumps inside you, Andy collapsed on top of you, his arms braced on either side of your head holding him up enough so he didn’t crush you. Turning your face to him, you pursed your lips until he huffed a small laugh and indulged you in a kiss.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. He didn’t go far, though, pressing his forehead to yours.
It was your turn to laugh. “That felt fucking amazing, daddy,” you answered, raking your nails through Andy’s beard and smiling when he let out a pleased rumble. He pressed another kiss to your lips.
When you’d both caught your breath, Andy helped you up from the bed and dragged you to the bathroom so he could clean you both up. You giggled when he flicked water at you, and moaned softly when he slid a warm, damp washcloth between your thighs. He left you alone to pee, and by the time you crawled back into bed, he was stretched out. The pillow that had been between your bodies at the start of the night was shoved behind Andy’s head.
Still, you had a moment of uncertainty where you weren’t sure if he wanted you to snuggle into him. But then he turned his head to you and gave you an expectant look, reaching for you with grasping hands. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured as he dragged you into his side while you laughed happily. You settled into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand playing lightly with Andy’s chest hair.
“Andy?” you asked softly after a moment, your voice quiet. You were half hoping he was already asleep, but there was a question burning inside you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he answered it. So you supposed it was a good thing he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
“Hmm?” he asked, skimming his palm down your forearm and up to your bicep, pulling you more on top of him.
“What’re we gonna tell my parents?” you asked. You were already dreading the conversation you knew you’d need to have if you wanted to start a real relationship with Andy. And you did—you wanted that, and you hoped he did too. “What are we gonna tell my dad?”
You didn’t notice your breaths were coming quicker and you were tensing up until Andy flipped you over onto your back. He hovered above you, his eyes shining with affection in the dim light of the motel room. His gaze raked over your face, no doubt taking in your anxious expression. He ducked down and brushed a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart,” Andy promised when he pulled back, giving you a serious look. “That means I’m going to talk to your father, tell him how I feel about you and make sure he knows I’ll cherish you for the rest of your life.” His eyes went distant as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve had a long time to think about this, I know what to say to him—to both of your parents.”
Your eyes went wide with a little bit of shock. One part of what he’d said was rattling around your brain, unable to let you move on from in. “H-how do you feel about me?” you asked, staring up at the older man who was quickly working his way into your heart.
Andy’s gaze returned to focus on you and his expression softened. You sucked in a breath at the look of pure adoration on his face. “I feel like you’re the right girl for me, honey,” he said in a soft, genuine tone. “You’re the girl I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” A gentle smile graced his lips.
“Oh, Andy,” you said softly, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. You kissed him passionately, putting all your burgeoning feelings for him into the slide of your lips and the stroke of your tongue against his. When he finally pulled away, you were breathing heavy, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. “You’re the right man for me, too, you know.”
Chuckling, Andy smirked. “Oh, I know, honey,” he said, rolling onto his back again and dragging you on top of him. You shrieked in surprise and laughed. “Now get some sleep, I wanna use your pretty pussy again in the morning before we get back on the road.” He swatted your ass lightly and you giggled before settling down.
“Yes, daddy,” you whispered sweetly on a laugh, nuzzling into Andy’s neck. You felt more than heard him chuckle.
Andy wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “Hush, my perfect girl,” he urged in a deep voice. “Sleep.”
Finally, blessedly, you slept. In the arms of the right man for you, content in the knowledge that you were the right girl for him.
daddy Andy travels with you, he drives up front while you sleep on the back seat😋
(Some somno) and you wake up, rubbing your eyes: "are we there yet?" "No, not yet sweets. Daddy just needs a taste😋"
sskksjsjdksksks oh yep I love you
That’s way better that a boring lecture (even though a nap also sounds nice 👀🤣
To the thought:
This could maybe be a part from the little one shot I send you yesterday about Boyfriends Dad Andy😫 (btw I’ll post the one shot later 👀🤭) and they have a trip (after finally admitting the forbidden feelings etc👀)
Maybe Jacob was already in the cabin they were supposed to stay in (he probably drove with a friend there, while reader couldn’t go sooner because of an exam and Andy because of work-so they decided to drive together ^^ )
So, let’s get to it
Road trip
Warnings; age gap (Andy in his 40s, reader in her 20s), cheating, fingering, somno (and it happens while driving so…don’t do that. Stay safe.)
Pairing: Boyfriends!Dad!Andy x Reader
Andy looked at you biting down on his bottom lip when his gaze fell onto your sleeping face. So relaxed. Soft. Sweet.
He had it bad for you.
So, so bad.
Andy reached to your leg and stroked over your bare leg.
Normally he hates the summer heat but with you around..in these short skirts or shorts…always revealing so much of your beautiful legs that he loves spending his time in between. Or the cropped shorts showing your stomach he had marked with his cum so many times- even better when you wore something with a deep cleavage so he would peek into to see your breasts when you leaned or bent down.
His hand slowly crept underneath your skirt, flipping it up, stroking along your naked and already wet pussy. He had made you take off your panties as soon as you sat down in the car after he noticed how short the skirt was.
A soft sigh left his mouth when he slowly pushed his fingers into your tight cunt, rubbing his thumb over your bundle of nerves. “Such a good girl”, he mumbled to himself, feeling you clench around his fingers. “Even while asleep, so hungry for me, huh? Always need something to have your hole filled”, he grinned, especially after hearing your quiet moan.
His fingers pushing into your cunt with a squelch, your walls gripping him and sucking into your sex. He could already imagine how I’d feel to push his cock in you, but this would probably take a while till you two find enough time and privacy for that.
“So fucking wet-probably having a wet dream about Daddy, huh? My little sweet whore”, he grunted feeling his own cock twitch, hard in his pants and probably leaking. His thumb rubbed a bit quicker over your clit, your cunt gripping him even tighter.
He noticed how you moved your head, already slowly waking up, while he was driving into a mostly empty parking lot.
When Andy pulled his fingers out of your went cunt to lick your juices from them, you opened your eyes tiredly. A whine escaped your lips when you felt an ruined orgasm. Your gaze immediately falls to your flipped up skirt and Andy’s slurping mouth. “Why’d you stop”, you whispered, your cunt squeezing around nothing. “Daddy…”, you mumbled rubbing your legs together, before looking around.
Maybe you were already there so that why Andy had stopped…? Even though he had done some way more risky stuff than that.
Some stuff in the kitchen…
Or in the bathroom…
Or even on the same couch Jacob was sitting. Right next to you. His arm around you.
Andy’s fingers filling your cunt making you cum at least four times during one movie.
When Andy pulled his fingers out of your went cunt to lick your juices from them, you opened your eyes tiredly. Your gaze immediately falls to your flipped up skirt and Andy’s slurping mouth. “Are we there yet?” You mumbled while Andy reached your leg one more time. “No, not yet Sweets, Daddy just needs a taste”, he grinned, his hand finding your thighs again.
“Now legs up, Daddy wants a snack”
👀🤭
Many kithes for your beautiful amazing brain for coming up with this idea🤭💋
Could you write something about dad's bestfriend!Andy comforting reader after telling her parents they're together didn't go well?
YEP 🫡
Pairing: dad’s best friend!Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Summary: Exactly what the request says ✨
Warnings: Age gap, comfort sex, 18+
Word count: ~1,300
a/n: Look at me sloooowly clearing out my inbox recently 🤭 Two years late, but dbf!Andy never goes out of style amirite girlies! Not sure if this was maybe supposed to tie in with a series back then, it could probably be read as part of A Great Mentor if so ☝️
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Andy has tried his best to keep you in good spirits throughout the past week. And it’s worked for the most part. You’ve been grateful to be able to spend so much time with him, finally free of the weight keeping your relationship a secret was beginning to put on you.
But as soon as you have a moment alone or a second without Andy purposely distracting you, you feel like shit deep down, unable to think about anything but the fact that your parents still aren’t talking to you or him.
You've been waiting for a call, or at least a text... Anything.
He has you cuddled next to him tonight as you watch a movie together, but your mind is racing, causing your heart to do the same, panic beginning to set in from dwelling on your negative thoughts.
You lean closer against his side, closing your eyes as you try to relax, but you need to be even closer.
Mustering some energy, you gently and wordlessly move so you’re straddling him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. His arms hug around you tightly without any questions, and you melt against him, nestling your face against his neck.
He knows you’ve had a hard couple days. He’s pressing soft kisses to the side of your face and your shoulder, and rubbing your back.
“I love you,” he whispers, not missing the chance to reassure you.
“You still love me?” You ask, almost inaudibly, voice muffled as you speak against the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulder.
“I love you extra,” he says, knowing you need it. “I know this week was hard for you. I’m sorry.”
“After everything?” You continue to press.
“Of course…” His heart breaks. “You didn’t do anything wrong, angel.”
You’d beg to differ right now.
“I feel like I did everything wrong and dragged you with me while I did it.”
He does his best not to laugh at your dramatics. “No one did anything wrong. If I could fix everything right now, I would. But it’ll just take time.”
“I know,” you murmur. You have no choice, your voice would crack if you spoke any louder. “I love you, too.”
He does what he’s best at – Holding you and quieting the nerves that were overtaking you moments ago.
“I wish I would have been there with you,” he speaks up softly.
You insisted on breaking it to your parents alone.
“I don’t,” you assure him with a faint scoff. You find it in you to joke a little bit. “My dad was so angry. I don’t know if you would have lived to tell about it.”
“I know,” he chuckles. “I just...” His voice trails off. He lets it go for now, no use in focusing on what ifs. “Are you ready for bed? We can go upstairs.”
“Not yet,” you say quickly. “Can you just hold me here for a little longer?” You add more quietly, comfortable in his embrace like this. “Please.”
“Yeah, baby.”
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When he senses you falling asleep in his arms, he makes the decision for you. The calmest you’ve been the last couple days is when you’re sleeping, so he knows your slow breathing and relaxed weight on top of him means you’ve dozed off.
He hates to do it, but he carefully pushes off the couch to sit up straighter. He holds you tighter as you begin to wake back up, not wanting you to have forgotten where you are and nearly fall out of his arms.
“You fell asleep,” he whispers. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Letting out a yawn, you nod sleepily and climb off him. He keeps an arm around your waist to help you up the steps and toward his bedroom.
As he lays you on the bed, you hold your arms around his neck, bringing him down with you.
“Andy,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.
Your breath is warm against his lips and he can never resist you. His lips press against yours in a slow kiss, climbing into bed with you. A content sigh escapes him as he gives in completely.
Sharing deep and languid kisses, you subtly roll your body against his, once again plagued by the feeling of needing to be even closer. He doesn’t notice until your hands begin to wander, slipping down to the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.
He pauses, reluctantly pulling away from you, just enough to peer down at you.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he says quietly.
If it’s possible to be too considerate, that’s what Andy Barber is.
You refrain from rolling your eyes. “It’s not taking advantage if I’m asking for it,” you joke, but there’s desperation in your voice.
“I know,” he chuckles. “But I know you’re upset–”
“Stop, please,” you ask. Your voice barely reaches a whisper, eyes falling shut to put your all into not letting the thoughts back in your head. “I don’t want to think about it anymore tonight. Help me forget.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, studying your face, waiting for you to look back up at him.
You don’t answer with words, instead pulling him back down, nodding softly before kissing him again.
The way your hands roam each other’s bodies is slow, but not calculated. He finally lets you tug his shirt off of him, and his fingers fumble helping you out of your own clothes.
When he moves down your body, he trails kisses along every inch of your skin, eliciting soft gasps from you, fingers digging into his skin as you grasp onto him.
He situates himself between your legs, but you reach for his hands to get his attention.
“Need you closer.” You shake your head, only wanting him on top of you. “Please.”
He listens, coming back up so you’re face to face again. Your arms wrap back around him, as if you’re scared of him leaving.
“Relax, pretty girl.”
His voice is soft and comforting, contradicting the shot of pleasure that courses through you as his cock presses against your center, igniting a wave of warmth that washes over your body.
You rest your cheek against the palm of his hand that’s cupping your face, letting out a moan, one in unison with him as he sets a steady rhythm.
He knows your body better than you do, you think sometimes, knowing exactly how to make you come undone, make your eyes roll back, make you see stars.
His lovemaking is mind numbing.
You swear you don’t regain your senses until you feel him trying to gently push off of you, but you glide your hands from his sides to rest on his back, silently asking him to stay where he is, needing to feel him close to you longer, while you catch your breath.
Resting his forehead against yours, he does the same before rolling over carefully, bringing you with him to lay on top of him.
His chest is definitely up there on the list of most comfortable places to lay your head. Your heartbeat continues to go back to normal as you listen to his against your ear.
“I love you so much. I never want you questioning that,” he whispers, rubbing your back. He knows you wanted to be done with that for the night, but he needs to do his part in continuing to reassure you. “Okay?”
Tears roll down your cheek and he can feel them wetting his skin as you nod. He’d like to hear you say you believe him, but he’ll take it for tonight.
Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.
Characters: Professor!Andy Barber x Dark!Cheerleader!Reader.
Words: 1.9K.
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, mentions of prescription drug use, somnophilia, cheating, reader is 18, dark!reader, female masturbation, obsessive behaviour, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), blackmail, daddy kink, cream pie, 18+.
A/N: I got inspired watching the video for Good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo and this literally wrote itself. Andy is married, but not necessarily to Laurie, his wife is left unnamed. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And thank you to @sweeterthanthis for always enabling my hoe thoughts.
His house is dark when you pull up. The glow from the streetlight opposite his bedroom window basks it in the same intense orange glow that used to permeate the apparently “impenetrable curtains,” preventing you from getting any decent sleep whenever you stayed over.
That was, of course, when Andy would let you sleep.
A/N: Hi! The first chapter of Better Than Boys! I Hope you’ll like it. There’ll be definitely a lot going on, def some huge dramas of course👀 inspired by this post and the many conversations we @jamneuromain had🤣
Please leave some feedback and reblog!
Pairing: Boyfriends!Dad! Andy Barber x reader
Warnings: boyfriends dad Andy, age gap (Andy mid forties, reader mid/early twenties) , smut, oral m receiving, daddy kink, ball and cock worship, cheating, guilt, angst
Friday evenings were movie nights at Jacobs. You were there. You brought popcorn. The movie had already started. You were cuddled up in a blanket on the couch in their living room. The pizza would be there soon, too.
Jacob wasn’t there.
Your boyfriend wasn’t home and forgot to tell you.
And you felt humiliated as soon as a confused Andy Barber opened the door.
“Oh hello Mr Barber! It’s nice to see you”, you greeted your boyfriend's father, who had just opened the front door. A slightly tired smile on his face, the dark circles under his eyes only confirming how little he slept in all the recent months he was busy with the divorce.
He opened the door a bit wider to let you in. “Hello, Sweets. Jacob left an hour ago. He said he’d be gone for a while”, he informed you, helping you take off your slightly wet jacket from the rain.
Confused, you looked up at the man. “He left? Oh, that’s…he’ll definitely be back soon. Fridays are movie nights, so he should definitely be back soon. I’d wait for him if that’s okay”, of course Andy let you stay. He’d let you stay any day at any hour, if he had to be honest with himself.
And he really shouldn’t feel like that.
“Jacob just called-he won’t make it. The rain is too heavy for him to drive so…he stays the night at his friends place..if you want I can drive you home”, said Andy entering the living room, making you jump in surprise, especially since you were currently watching a horror movie. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks while you slowly looked back at the older man, before looking out of the window. The weather was awful, the whole world seemed gray and windy. It was raining cats and dogs. You definitely wouldn’t feel good making Andy drive in this weather.
Sighing, you shook your head. “No, I’d stay the night if that’s okay. It’s late and the rain is awful. I’d be worried when you’d have to drive home”, you shrugged, just when you turned your head back to the tv the possessed doll appeared scaring you enough to nearly make you drop the popcorn bowl.
At the same time Andy laughed in amusement. “ ‘Course you can stay. Do you mind if I accompany you? I’d love to take my mind off the horrors I’m going through and watch a real one-Annabelle, right?” “Yeah, I’d love some company”, you mumbled pulling the blanket higher to your face.
Andy sat down next to you with his own pizza, already having half of it eaten. “If you want some more help yourself, I won’t be able to eat both mine and JJs pizza”, you chuckled, but even to your ears it sounded stained.
“Sure, you can have some of mine, too, if you want”, he said, putting the box on the glass table in front of the couch. While he leaned back, his arm accidentally brushed over yours. Goosebumps erupted over your whole body. A shiver run down your back.
God, why couldn’t this stop? It happened every time Andy touched you, if by accident or not.
The occasional hugs to congratulate someone on your birthday, or well, Andy’s birthday. Every time that happened you felt your heartbeat quicken, your breath hitching and sometimes when he pulled you a bit tighter against him, even your pussy throb. He affected you in every way possible.
Twenty minutes later you decided to finally take a piece of Andy’s pizza, immediately feeling your mouth burn. “Holy shit-“, you coughed putting the piece back. Andy looked at you in surprise, partly because of the swear and also because of your coughing. “What-why is it so spicy”, you tried to clear your throat, but it only felt worse.
“Right I forgot-it’s probably because of the jalapeños and hot sauce, wait let me get you some milk. It should help”, with that he rushed to the kitchen filling you a glass of milk. As soon as he gave you the glass you chugged it down, some of the milk not even making it into your mouth, instead leaking from the corners of your mouth down your chin and throat, soaking the collar of your t-shirt.
And Andy was hard now.
He immediately looked away, not trusting himself with you around. Especially when you look like this. Wet from the milk, messy. What would happen if you’d suck his dick? Would you be this messy too? Would you let him finish on your face? Let him rub his cum into your skin? Mark you?
Fuck.
His dick twitched again and he really hoped you couldn’t see it when he covered himself with the blanket, also taking his pizza box to cover his crotch a bit more. Now you definitely wouldn’t notice it anymore.
“How can you eat these? I feel like my throat is bleeding”, you mumbled, drinking the last sip of your milk. “Don’t swallow-it will maybe help a bit better”, he couldn’t stop himself from licking over his own bottom lip when he saw your red, swollen lips. How badly he just wanted you to let him fill your mouth with- Andy, get a grip on yourself.
“Any better?”, he asked, feeling a bit bad having forgotten to tell you about the jalapeños on his pizza. You nodded slowly, feeling some of the milk leak from the corners of your mouth while you gulped down the milk again.
This time Andy couldn’t stop himself from brushing his thumb over the corner of your mouth, then over your lips before gently pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Noticing how you didn’t even move away. He could even feel like your tongue pushed against the tip of his finger.
You were looking right into his eyes, never breaking eye contact while you slowly sucked his thumb a bit further into your mouth. This time it was Andy’s breath that hitched. You were definitely doing this on purpose. Making him all hot and bothered.
Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t the first time you tried to tease him.
Maybe the first time you did it was when you walked around the house just in an oversized t-shirt, your legs on full display and when you bent down to pick up the napkin you dropped he saw the lacy panties you wore.
Or maybe it was when you left your phone on the table with a picture in dark blue lingerie. A picture of you. He recognised the necklace you had on. A necklace he quickly bought after Jacob told him he had no gift for you. So technically…the necklace he gave you.
There had been so many times he had to control his damn dick when you were around, always bending down right in front of him or brushing your ass against him while passing by him.
“You little minx”, he didn’t even mean to say it, but the smirk he received made it clear you knew exactly what you were doing. He pulled out his thumb from your lips, not being able to stop now. The switch was now turned over, he couldn’t control it anymore. He needed you. To feel you. Your young, pretty body is against him. You soft, plump lips on his dick. Wanting to hear you moan. Make you cum, over and over again. Maybe he’d manage to get you to squirt. He was sure nobody had done it before. Not his son. He could hear the two of you sometimes-the walls were thin. Even just from hearing your fake moans he could tell you were pretending.
He wanted to hear the real moans. He wanted you to orgasm on his fingers, mouth, dick, face, whatever.
Andy grabbed your shirt, pulling you against his chest immediately pressing his lips to your in a demanding and wanting kiss. His tongue didn’t need to fight for dominance, already having won it. A gasp escaped your lips when he pulled you over his lap, instantly thrusting against your core, the blanket pulling down from your bodies.
Panting you started kissing his neck, gently sucking gentle marks beneath his collar since you didn’t want anyone to see them. Or well, just one person. His son. His son shouldn’t see the hickeys you were currently leaving on his fathers neck.
Fuck.
Only then did you really start thinking about that. About the fact that you kissed Andy Barber. Your boyfriend's dad. The man you had a crush on since the day you met him. The cause of your wet dreams. The cause of your best orgasms when you fucked yourself on your dildo, thinking about him.
A moan escaped Andy’s lips when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You haven’t even noticed when you had pulled his sweatpants down-or did he do that? It didn’t matter anyway.
“Let me suck you off”, you whispered against his neck, licking over the mark you just sucked underneath his collarbone. By the thought of having your lips wrapped around his cock his hips bucked against your crotch again. “Fuck, yea Sweets, suck Daddy’s cock.”
He didn’t mean to say it. Until now he never even thought about referring to himself as daddy. It just slipped. Like he couldn't control his own brain to mouth filter anymore. Now he definitely scared you off, just when it started to get…interesting. But then again, he could’ve expected you’d surprise him once again.
As soon as he said that your eyes widened, a tingle spread in your chest. And a little smirk on your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from biting down on your bottom lip. “Sure, Daddy”, your voice was only a whisper while you slowly leaned down to his cockhead, the red tip already leaking in your palm while you slowly stroked his thick shaft. Your thumb brushing right along the vein that you’d love to feel against your throbbing cunt.
And Andy…was definitely bigger and better than Jacob, thicker, longer and slightly curved, perfect to hit the spot that neither you or Jacob could find.
You licked over the slit, tasting his precum on your tongue. Moaning quietly you licked slowly over his length, down to his balls, making him gasp. God, his bells were always so sensitive yet no woman ever gave them much attention until now. You started licking and suckling on them, especially when you felt him press your head harder into his balls, making you suck and lick on them greedily.
You were all enthusiastic, lacking the finesse of a more experienced person but the eagerness made up for it, especially when he felt how you nuzzled against his cock. How you worshiped his dick, playing with him, slurping and lapping his pre cum up, before once again trying to get as much of his balls in your mouth as possible.
When he looked down at you, your cheeks and lips were glistening with his pre-cum. “Fuck, sweets you’re so pretty when you’re on your knees for me”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hair and pulling a bit away, his other hand positioning his cocktip at your lips. “Now let Daddy check your throat”, a grin spread over his lips when you opened your mouth wide, letting him slid into your mouth, slowly fucking in deeper.
You let him thrust into your mouth as he pleased, first slow but getting faster and harsher with the second, especially after noticing the lack of your gag reflex. “Oh what a treasure you are, any man would love to call you his, you know that?”, he moaned, pushing you further down, till your nose touched his pubicbone. “Oh fuck-and that’s what you can do? Didn’t think I’d be even more jealous of my kid-and here you can deep throat me”, you felt blood rush to your cheeks listening to his words, at the same time wetness drenched your panties. “-my filthy little girl, my perfect girl”, he moaned, letting you come up for air.
A few more thrusts and he felt his balls tighten, coming closer to his orgasm, which you also noticed, touching his tight balls and massaging them. “Daddy-please”, you moaned before suckling again at his cock, greedy slurping moving your head quickly up and down, till his grip on your head hardened.
“Fuck-open wide Sweets, daddy has a gift for you”, he grunted and you immediately opened your mouth wider, letting him shoot his load on your tongue and face, stroking himself to the last drop dripped onto your face, before pulling his pants back on.
You smiled at him bashfully, swallowing his cum, while he leaned down and kissed your cum stained lips gently, his hands cupping your cheeks, slowly massaging the cum with his thumbs into your skin. Marking you. Just like he wanted to do it since he had met you. The endorphins filled the air between you, both of you smiling against each others lips.
He pulled you back onto his lap after pulling his sweatpants back up. “You’re amazing sweets”, he smiled, pecking your lips again. Butterflies erupted in your belly, instead of being comforting, only making it harder to breathe, as the truth slowly sank in. While he grabbed some napkins from the table you felt your blood run cold. The guilt creeps up, making your chest feel tighter. You didn’t say anything while he wiped off the cum from your face, somehow making you even more humiliated than when you had actually sucked his dick and he talked about his son, your boyfriend.
What the hell have you been thinking?
Just when he wanted to kiss you again you backed away, your heart feeling tight at the confused and sad face he made, while you slowly stood up from his lap, stepping away from him. “Where are you going? Are you-Y/N? Are you okay?”, he started asking softly, but nervous.
You backed away from Andy when he stood up, trying to gently take your hands, but you hastily pulled away. “Don’t-this-this was a mistake“ you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. Of course Andy noticed, feeling his own throat getting tighter, not being able to make a sound. He opened his mouth but no words came out.
Without saying anything else you rushed into jacob's room, the door falling loudly shut behind you.
Andy felt his heart break into a thousand pieces as he watched you run from him. He dropped back onto the couch the feeling of warmth and comfort now replaced by devastation and regret.
What the hell had he just done?
The tears finally started falling, the quiet sobs leaving your mouth while you slowly slid down the door, pulling your legs up close to your chest. The taste of his cum still in your mouth, reminding you of what you just did. The humiliation finally hitting you hard. Everything coming up. You were pathetic.
God.
No.
What have you done??
No, no, no.
This was such a huge mistake.
You cheated on your boyfriend.
You fucking cheated on your boyfriend with his dad.
The worst part of it was…
You didn’t regret what happened with Andy.
You regret being in a relationship with Jacob in the first place.
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Could you write something about dad's bestfriend!Andy comforting reader after telling her parents they're together didn't go well?
YEP 🫡
Pairing: dad’s best friend!Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Summary: Exactly what the request says ✨
Warnings: Age gap, comfort sex, 18+
Word count: ~1,300
a/n: Look at me sloooowly clearing out my inbox recently 🤭 Two years late, but dbf!Andy never goes out of style amirite girlies! Not sure if this was maybe supposed to tie in with a series back then, it could probably be read as part of A Great Mentor if so ☝️
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Andy has tried his best to keep you in good spirits throughout the past week. And it’s worked for the most part. You’ve been grateful to be able to spend so much time with him, finally free of the weight keeping your relationship a secret was beginning to put on you.
But as soon as you have a moment alone or a second without Andy purposely distracting you, you feel like shit deep down, unable to think about anything but the fact that your parents still aren’t talking to you or him.
You've been waiting for a call, or at least a text... Anything.
He has you cuddled next to him tonight as you watch a movie together, but your mind is racing, causing your heart to do the same, panic beginning to set in from dwelling on your negative thoughts.
You lean closer against his side, closing your eyes as you try to relax, but you need to be even closer.
Mustering some energy, you gently and wordlessly move so you’re straddling him, wrapping your arms around him like a koala. His arms hug around you tightly without any questions, and you melt against him, nestling your face against his neck.
He knows you’ve had a hard couple days. He’s pressing soft kisses to the side of your face and your shoulder, and rubbing your back.
“I love you,” he whispers, not missing the chance to reassure you.
“You still love me?” You ask, almost inaudibly, voice muffled as you speak against the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulder.
“I love you extra,” he says, knowing you need it. “I know this week was hard for you. I’m sorry.”
“After everything?” You continue to press.
“Of course…” His heart breaks. “You didn’t do anything wrong, angel.”
You’d beg to differ right now.
“I feel like I did everything wrong and dragged you with me while I did it.”
He does his best not to laugh at your dramatics. “No one did anything wrong. If I could fix everything right now, I would. But it’ll just take time.”
“I know,” you murmur. You have no choice, your voice would crack if you spoke any louder. “I love you, too.”
He does what he’s best at – Holding you and quieting the nerves that were overtaking you moments ago.
“I wish I would have been there with you,” he speaks up softly.
You insisted on breaking it to your parents alone.
“I don’t,” you assure him with a faint scoff. You find it in you to joke a little bit. “My dad was so angry. I don’t know if you would have lived to tell about it.”
“I know,” he chuckles. “I just...” His voice trails off. He lets it go for now, no use in focusing on what ifs. “Are you ready for bed? We can go upstairs.”
“Not yet,” you say quickly. “Can you just hold me here for a little longer?” You add more quietly, comfortable in his embrace like this. “Please.”
“Yeah, baby.”
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When he senses you falling asleep in his arms, he makes the decision for you. The calmest you’ve been the last couple days is when you’re sleeping, so he knows your slow breathing and relaxed weight on top of him means you’ve dozed off.
He hates to do it, but he carefully pushes off the couch to sit up straighter. He holds you tighter as you begin to wake back up, not wanting you to have forgotten where you are and nearly fall out of his arms.
“You fell asleep,” he whispers. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Letting out a yawn, you nod sleepily and climb off him. He keeps an arm around your waist to help you up the steps and toward his bedroom.
As he lays you on the bed, you hold your arms around his neck, bringing him down with you.
“Andy,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.
Your breath is warm against his lips and he can never resist you. His lips press against yours in a slow kiss, climbing into bed with you. A content sigh escapes him as he gives in completely.
Sharing deep and languid kisses, you subtly roll your body against his, once again plagued by the feeling of needing to be even closer. He doesn’t notice until your hands begin to wander, slipping down to the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.
He pauses, reluctantly pulling away from you, just enough to peer down at you.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he says quietly.
If it’s possible to be too considerate, that’s what Andy Barber is.
You refrain from rolling your eyes. “It’s not taking advantage if I’m asking for it,” you joke, but there’s desperation in your voice.
“I know,” he chuckles. “But I know you’re upset–”
“Stop, please,” you ask. Your voice barely reaches a whisper, eyes falling shut to put your all into not letting the thoughts back in your head. “I don’t want to think about it anymore tonight. Help me forget.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, studying your face, waiting for you to look back up at him.
You don’t answer with words, instead pulling him back down, nodding softly before kissing him again.
The way your hands roam each other’s bodies is slow, but not calculated. He finally lets you tug his shirt off of him, and his fingers fumble helping you out of your own clothes.
When he moves down your body, he trails kisses along every inch of your skin, eliciting soft gasps from you, fingers digging into his skin as you grasp onto him.
He situates himself between your legs, but you reach for his hands to get his attention.
“Need you closer.” You shake your head, only wanting him on top of you. “Please.”
He listens, coming back up so you’re face to face again. Your arms wrap back around him, as if you’re scared of him leaving.
“Relax, pretty girl.”
His voice is soft and comforting, contradicting the shot of pleasure that courses through you as his cock presses against your center, igniting a wave of warmth that washes over your body.
You rest your cheek against the palm of his hand that’s cupping your face, letting out a moan, one in unison with him as he sets a steady rhythm.
He knows your body better than you do, you think sometimes, knowing exactly how to make you come undone, make your eyes roll back, make you see stars.
His lovemaking is mind numbing.
You swear you don’t regain your senses until you feel him trying to gently push off of you, but you glide your hands from his sides to rest on his back, silently asking him to stay where he is, needing to feel him close to you longer, while you catch your breath.
Resting his forehead against yours, he does the same before rolling over carefully, bringing you with him to lay on top of him.
His chest is definitely up there on the list of most comfortable places to lay your head. Your heartbeat continues to go back to normal as you listen to his against your ear.
“I love you so much. I never want you questioning that,” he whispers, rubbing your back. He knows you wanted to be done with that for the night, but he needs to do his part in continuing to reassure you. “Okay?”
Tears roll down your cheek and he can feel them wetting his skin as you nod. He’d like to hear you say you believe him, but he’ll take it for tonight.
summary. | Your dad’s best friend makes an attempt at being a little nicer to you.
prompts. | Andy Barber + Dad’s best friend + “Can’t you see I’m trying?” + Cum-marking, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!dad’s best friend!Andy Barber x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, male masturbation, facial, cum-marking, dirty talk, age gap, implied mean!andy, Daddy kink, pet names, alluded oral (m receiving), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
You knew you should’ve just kept your mouth shut. But you couldn’t handle Andy’s rude behaviour anymore—not when he’d come over so often and intrude into your personal space. Every comment pushed you to the edge, and you couldn’t take it any longer, so you told your dad about it.
Of course, he was hesitant to believe his best friend would be so unkind to his daughter. But when you insisted and threatened to move out, your father acceded and mentioned it to Andy.
But now, you regret ever saying anything.
One of Andy’s hands is wrapped around your throat as he keeps you in place, forcing you to watch the dirty act he puts on. The older man strokes his dick in front of your face, making a real show of it. You balk at his size, and he notices this, chuckling.
“Aw, are you worried if it’ll fit in that tiny cunt, baby? Don’t worry, Daddy’ll stretch you out,” Andy chuckles, and though you claim you hate him for this, you can feel your pussy getting wet from his filthy words.
You don’t dare move, afraid Andy will hurt you. But you also find yourself tantalized by his actions, roped in and unable to escape the trance he keeps you under.
“You’re so mean, you know that right?” you spit out, and he tightens his grip on your throat to threaten you. “I’m being nice. Can’t you see I’m trying?” Andy asks, and his tone almost seems genuine.
You decide to keep quiet, worried your attitude will dig a bigger hole for yourself.
You instead focus on Andy’s hand moving up and down his long, thick cock. Pre-cum leaks in beads from the tip, and you can feel your mouth watering. You have the urge to lick each drop up, but you fight it back.
“Fuck—you don’t know how many times I’ve done this while thinking about you,” he grunts, squeezing his base just a bit. The confession makes your thighs squeeze together—why are you so turned on? You know you should be screaming and crying, but you don’t want to.
“Do you think about Daddy, baby?” Andy questions, picking up the pace on his cock. He fucks himself expertly, and you find your panties ruined with your wetness. Your clit throbs, and you just want him to fuck you, the desire becoming too much to bear.
You don’t answer him—afraid you’ll give away the truth under his undeniable dominance. Andy Barber has you wrapped around his finger.
“I know you do—fuck, I bet you dream about Daddy splitting you open on his dick,” Andy groans, and you can tell he’s close with how his tone gives way and his cock twitches.
Andy stares at your beautiful face and moans when you start to give him those doe eyes. He’s yearned for something like this forever, wondering just when will be the day he could strike. And then you just had to go and run your little mouth—the mouth he’ll eventually teach to take his dick the way he likes it, nice and deep.
The older man’s moans grow louder and louder as he reaches his climax. Andy’s balls clench while spurts of his cum shoot from the tip of his cock, landing on your face. He paints and marks you with his seed, knowing he’ll have to take a photo of the sight to properly remember it.
“Shit– fuck, yeah,” he pants, continuing to jerk himself off until he becomes too sensitive. Andy remains hard, though, and you marvel at the feat once you open your eyes.
You can feel the streaks of cum on your face, especially your lips. “Y’know, you look so much better like this,” your father’s best friend tells you, and you know from his tone that he’s far from finished with you.
Summary: Your boss, District Attorney Andy Barber, has had enough of your negligence in his workspace.
Pairing: Boss!Andy Barber | Secretary!You.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Andy Barber. This is a mature story so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Spanking (ruler), humiliation, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, cock warming, p-in-v, boob slapping, nipple pulling, power imbalance, dacryphilia, Andrew is lowkey a sadist and slightly mean because he's the boss, sir kink, age gap, praise, the tiniest bit of fluff.
Note: Very much inspired from the very scene in the very movie, yes. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
MASTERLIST
You were past denying and making excuses that this kind of treatment did not turn you on. It was this after all that encouraged Andy to take things one step further every time. "Read." The strictness in his deep voice made you gulp as you felt his heavy wooden ruler caress your cheeks that the District Attorney had already heated up generously with his hands.
A shaky whimper escaped you as your skirt and underwear was tugged off your buzzing bottom. Goosebumps slid over the now exposed skin of your thighs as you stood bending over the office table of your boss, Andy Barber. Your teeth reached for your bottom lip as you chewed on it, peeking behind you to see what the man was doing but a stern 'eyes on the paper' made you whip your head to look at the document in front of you.
"Dear Governor Rogers–" smack. Your back arched as your eyebrows furrowed, your throat strangling the pained moan forming in it to not anger the man any more than he already was.
"From the top" you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He seriously didn't expect you to mess up something as simple as the title! Though when your gaze briefly traveled over the page that was full of corrections made with a bold red marker, you knew you were dead and it was over for your poor ass.
"Office of the– ah!" You could not help but cry out in frustration when the slap cruelly came down on your ass again for seemingly no reason. You wanted to look back at him and ask him what the fuck was wrong now but you knew better than to act up when you were already in trouble with your boss.
He took his work very seriously.
"What do we say when we are given an order?" You wanted to slap yourself.
"Y- Yes, sir" as the ruler met with both your cheeks at the same time you arched your back and whined under your breath. "S- Sorry, sir."
Andy only hummed under his breath, trailing the wooden object to your sit spots. "Go on, now."
"Yes, sir…" Focusing on the line and wondering what the hell could you have possibly messed up in the basic format for him to be overreacting like this, you bit your tongue in embarrassment when you realized that a mistake had been made indeed. "O- Office of the Middlesex County District Attorney…" As if the blow against the backs of your thighs was not powerful enough, the scary sound of the collision made you jump.
"Is that what it says on there?" Your flushed face burnt hot in humiliation and you bit your lip, ducking your head.
"... N- No, sir…" You whimpered out in shame as you looked at what you had hurriedly typed out this morning after rushing in late as usual;
OFFICE OF THE MIDLESXE COUNTRY DISTRICT ATTORNEY
The words nearly glared at you from where they had been printed on the paper.
"How much time did you have to compose this very basic correspondence, Miss Y/L/N?" God, oh God.
"T- Two days, sir-!" You could not help but draw out the last word in a loud whimper when the ruler struck your right cheek, followed by the left one and then the middle which captured both of them with much cruelty and ease at the same time.
"And when did it arrive on my table?" The way he caressed your ass after asking yet another damning question made you want to both whine and hide yourself away for the rest of your life.
"T- This evening, sir" Andy was unforgiving with his blows as four more were placed on your throbbing ass.
"And at what time this evening?" The mock playfulness in his very obviously pissed voice was nipping at the skin of your face.
"Some minutes–" smack, smack.
"Specifics, Miss Y/L/N…" Your foot moved on its own and you kicked the ground with a grunt, curving your back outwards as your arms gave out and the upper half of your body collapsed against the table. "Remember?"
"F- Fifteen minutes b- before…" Tears stung at the back of your eyes. "B- Before it had to be sent off, sir" yet another spank from the ruler -the deadly weapon that you had secretly tried to get rid of on many occasions- resounded against you, the force used reverberating through your ass cheeks.
Andy only hummed again. "Correct. And may I ask what was the state that I received it in?" The answer to his question laid in front of your face, huge red circles drawn over every word you had misspelled; all the mistakes you had made. All of this just because you kept procrastinating despite your boss personally reminding you of the importance of this letter that he needed ready and free of error at the send off time.
"F- Full of errors, sir– sir, please!" Your fist came down on the table to cope with the plethora of spanks that rained down on your poor ass after your admittance. "I am sorry, sir! Please!" Heat was seething out of your soft skin.
"Despite your boss' constant reminders?" It seemed as if Andy wanted to make the wood of the ruler one with your skin at this point.
"DESPITE MY BOSS' CONSTANT REMINDERS, YES SIR OHMYGOD PLEASE, SIR!" You tried to dodge the hits by trying to move your ass away from him only for the man to firmly grab a hold of one of your hips to hold you down with much ease. "I AM SORRY, SIR! PLEASE!"
"Tell me, Miss Y/L/N" his own breathing was labored when he finally stopped and let go of your side to snake his hand through and around your hair to gather a handful. Andy pulled your head and upper half of the body up with a jerk of the hand that he was holding your hair with. "Do you disrespect the work environment on purpose?" A shiver slithered through you despite the heaving in your chest when your boss pressed his warm body against your half naked back, perching his bearded chin on the junction between your shoulder and neck. "To get in trouble and end up here…" Your lips parched when he briefly ghosted the tip of his nose against your teary cheeks, facial hair scratching the skin of your jaw. "Like this, with your… boss?"
Your moist eyes widened and you gasped. "O- Of course n- not, Mr. Barber!" You sputtered through your overwhelmed and hazy mind. "I- I am not that k- kind of a girl!" Your boss snorted under his breath.
"Then that only leaves us with one conclusion, Miss Y/L/N…" Your shoulder pressed against the base of his jaw in its attempt to recoil against his ticklish invasion.
"W- What conclu–" the paper crumbled noisily between your fingers as you writhed. "... C- Conclusion, sir?" You stopped yourself from whining as your cheek reached out to seek the warmth his had been providing when he pulled away.
"That you, Miss Y/L/N…" The hand that Andy was holding your hair with forcefully craned your head downwards as his other hand straightened out the letter before firmly pasting itself on one side to keep the paper in place, the dim light of his office bouncing off the silver wedding band he wore on it. "Are simply not eligible for the job."
Your eyes widened as you audibly gasped. Oh no. "No, sir! Please! I am eligible for the job!" The man only clicked his tongue.
"I am sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but this letter and your overall behavior tells me otherwise" the finality in his words made you panic. "Lack of punctuality…" Andy's lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. "Lack of work ethic…" The gravelly effect his low volume was creating in his voice made your thighs quiver in need despite your throbbing ass. Actually, it added to the arousal that was boiling between your hips. "Lack of…" Craining your neck backwards, your boss moved his hand from the page to the curve between your legs and cupped your core. "Decency." Clicking his tongue he brought the back of the same hand against your ass again. "Tsk, all sprawled out and leaking in front of your boss like a dirty little opportunist" your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips rocked against empty air to cope with the surge of shivers that bolted down your waist. Another backhand strike was given to your ass to bring you out of your brief daze before his hand placed itself on the document again.
"Oh, please, Mr. Barber!" You begged as you tried to move your head to face him but his firm hold on your hair kept you facing the disaster that had costed your boss a fraction of his otherwise spotless reputation. "I really need this job!" You timidly moved your hand that was besides his on the table, hoping he would not take offense from what you were about to do. "I- I…" Your tongue burnt in embarrassment. "I- I beg you please r- reconsider…" Your pinky finger reached for his thumb and slowly caressed the larger digit as you bit your tongue.
Your boss sighed. "I've been wasting the State's resources reconsidering for two years now" the words left a pang on your self esteem.
District Attorney Andrew Barber was infamous within the entire Middlesex County Courthouse for having no tolerance for unprofessionalism and fuck ups. You had to be at par to survive under him and ready to face any challenge head on especially if you were new. And your boss considered any one with less than a decade of experience to be new. So while your heart tried to console you into thinking that the relationship you had with him would help in some way, better judgment did not shy away from giving you the harsh check that once Andy Barber was done with someone, he made sure they did not breathe the same workspace air as him ever again.
You had heard stories, and they were not nice.
You pouted in both shame and guilt as you hooked your pinky around his thumb softly. "I- I am sorry, Mr. Barber, honest. P- Please give me a chance. I'll d- do anything to prove myself!" If only you were not so clumsy and negligent you would not have been in this embarrassing situation in the first place.
"Will you, now?" He was clearly not convinced. Not in the slightest.
"P- Promise!"
Andy sighed. "Fine." He forcefully whipped your head to the side to face him, one eyebrow raised slightly. "But you are packing yourself a box no questions asked if you fail, I don't have the time or any more resources for your not taking this very sensitive job seriously" the sternness of his deep voice made you gulp.
"Y- Yes, sir." A whimper escaped you as you bit on your tongue to stop yourself from grinding your burning ass against his crotch. Yes, you were on the verge of getting fired but he was so hot when he was like this. "B- But I promise I'll do whatever you say and prove myself!" A dangerous glint appeared in his dark blue eyes.
"Whatever I say, huh?"
"Whatever you say, sir!" You dared not think your words over, aware of the thinness of the thread that was holding you.
"Very well." Your head was made to face the paper again; downwards. Just how he liked you against him. "Tell me, Miss Y/L/N…" His lips were against your ear as he placed the hand that was on the table over yours. "What happens when we make a mistake?" Fuck. Andy was speaking slowly in a manner similar to one a person adopts to speak to a child.
Well, he never had made your dumbness a secret.
"W- We apologize for it, sir" your heart jumped and eyes widened again when he reached for the ruler without humming in agreement. Shit. You had done something wrong. You raked your brain desperately. Something was missing. But what?! As Andy started to lower you in the humiliating spanking position again a bulb went off in your head. "A- AND!" You stiffened your back, refusing to go down any further regardless of how much slick you had released during the spanking. It hurt just as much as it aroused you. Your boss was way too strong for you to withstand another ruler spanking by him in the same hour. "AND WE RECTIFY, SIR! PLEASE, SIR! WE RECTIFY IT, SIR! PLEASE!" Now he chuckled softly.
You sighed in relief, having no choice but to only hope your ass was safe now.
"That's right…" Tilting your head back to bring your ear closer to his lips again, Andy grazed the wooden weapon against your unblemished thighs from the front. "So, will you rectify, Miss Y/L/N?" When you nodded with an obedient yes sir, Andy's lips curled against the helix of your ear. "Any way I tell you to?"
"Anything, whatever, however, sir" you helplessly breathed, needing him to touch you more but knowing he wouldn't until he was done with making his point.
"Good girl" you whimpered in relief when he finally placed the ruler in its place on the table. That meant it was done for the rest of the evening. "You will rectify this letter in front of me right now" because you were bound to procrastinate until the next deadline, you knew it just as well as him. "Only you will do it…" Andy's voice lowered to a whisper. "Sitting on my cock with your cute tits hanging out like the desperate little favor slut that you are" as if on cue, your hole clenched and released more slick. Your cheeks flushed.
"Y- Yes, sir." You tried not to sound too eager. "Thank you, sir." Your training echoed in your response.
Since your rights to a personal office had been revoked a month after your joining –courtesy of your work ethic, or lack thereof– it was not too much of a challenge to walk to your work table half naked with the accompaniment of your blushing and bruising ass on full display. Andy had ordered for your desk to be set up in a corner of his own office where he could keep his vigilant eye on you at all times.
Grabbing your laptop and keeping your head low once you turned to walk to your boss' chair, you chewed on your bottom lip while trying to ignore his piercing gaze as he spread his massive thighs, getting comfortable on the chair while admiring his handiwork; you.
"I- I'll just…" Your face burnt in humiliation as you awkwardly malfunctioned, his intense eyes making you too aware of everything all at once. Clutching your laptop close to your chest you moved his own away with your free hand before placing yours in the spot. "Y- Yeah…" He knew how much the silence stung you in these situations so he stayed just like that, enjoying the show of you stumbling and panicking as you made a mess of figuring out what to do first like a clueless little baby. Your mind took a few moments to catch up and you sighed in relief when it did. Having decided your course of action, you bent down at last and reached for his fly.
Andy only tutted, making you look up at him in confusion. You were already half naked so all you had to do was to undo his pants and get to work… right? Oh God. His intimidating gaze made you second guess everything everytime. The man slowly shook his head before tilting it to the side and raising an amused eyebrow at you. It took you about a minute's worth of blinking at him blankly before you realized…
Oh! "M- May I, sir?" His snort made your heart drop and you almost whined. He was being so mean! "Thank you, s- sir" you breathed out as quietly as you possibly could when he finally nodded at last, clearly taking his sweet time with flustering you every chance he got.
Andy's huge cock never failed to intimidate you, because the rather monstrous girth coupled with the sheer length seemed to always make a promise that your little pussy would not be able to accommodate it.
And then the heavy balls were a whole another thing.
You turned around to prepare yourself to sit on the seat your boss had chosen for you this evening. Once his very hard and leaking cock was unsheathed, your shaky hands reached for the arm rests of the chair as you winced and lowered yourself. The tremble in your thighs increased as they slightly widened due to the position you were in, the sticky skin causing a noticeable plop sound. Your face and ass burnt alike.
"Come on now, you know this, Miss Y/L/N" Andy finally spoke in an encouraging tone, his own voice strangled as he grabbed one of your hips gently, the metal of his wedding band cold against your skin. "Just like that… good girl." The stiff ridge of his cock grazed against your folds and you whimpered in response, moving your ass to try and fit your entrance against it but the thick top slid away due to the difference in size of the impaler and about to be impaled.
Your knees gave out at last and you landed on your boss' lap with a loud and embarrassing oof, quickly apologizing and scrambling back up on your feet to not annoy him any more than you already had today.
Andy sighed. "I don't know, Miss Y/L/N." You could just visualize him shaking his head in disappointment as you hurriedly tried to align yourself against the fat organ that just would not fucking stay put against your slippery folds. "You are not exactly helping me here…" He stroked your ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the ring cooling your skin in tiny streaks. "All I see is a clueless little girl dumbly patting about like it's her first time." You started to struggle to reach behind you to try and hold the organ in place now, killing the frustrated whine that was threatening to burst out of you. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ineligible for this simple little task as well" you cried out when he struck your bruised cheeks with the back of his hand, the suddenness of his action shocking you into slipping. Your pussy that had finally found his tip sunk down the giant span of his cock with a loud squelch and the fat ridge collided with your special little spongy spot as you landed in your spot for the evening.
"Oh, my God!" Your back arched as you threw your head back and felt stars cloud your vision. The tight ring of muscles guarding the wet cavern leading up to your womb clenched around his girth as you felt the tip press against your sensitive bundle of nerves cruelly.
Andy moved slowly and his chest pressed against your back, the movement causing friction against your needy and much sensitive walls. Only, the stimulation was just enough to persevere the small flame of raw, hot need between your hips but not enough to cause or move towards any sort of relief. You leaned into him as you felt his hands reach for your pussy, the action making you sigh out in relief. Finally, some help.
But you should have known your boss better…
It was not your aching and throbbing core that was grabbed but the front of your silk blouse that his rough fingers curled against before the velvet coated buttons went flying everywhere. Your eyes widened as you gasped in realization of what he had done, pussy clenching and making him grunt out a chuckle as he pulled your bra cups away to let your tits hang free, as he liked to say it.
"Dumb little girl…" His face had found the crook of your neck again, the hickey he had left there yesterday hot against his moist lips. "Needs her boss to do everything for her, tsk" a punishing smack resounded against one of your boobs and your back arched to withstand the ache the strike caused in your nipple, the action resulting in the creation of the same torturous friction in your weeping walls. "Well, what are you waiting for, then? Get to it!" Andy's stern words brought you back on ground and your bottom lip wobbled.
So cruel.
You sniffled. "Y- Yes, sir…" Biting your lip to try and keep still as much as could be possible, you pulled the lid of your laptop upwards until the screen lit up to life. A small whine left you when your nipple was pinched and pulled as a silent reprimand for the lack of password. Your careful boss had warned you and even taught you how to put a password on the device because of the sensitive data files and case material in your hard drive.
But it was just so much work having to type it in every time you locked it or it went to sleep mode!
You gulped as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary, feeling your cheeks heat up when Andy snorted at your wallpaper. It was a picture of you and him at a work dinner in a fancy restaurant. A colleague you were girlfriends with had taken the picture where you were leaning into Andy as he smiled and poured wine into his glass. While you looked into the camera, his eyes were trained at what he was doing, the silver of his wedding band glinting under the lights. The wall behind you two was made of glass and the pink evening sky beautifully melted into a bright orange as it blended with the tall city buildings soon after.
Biting your lip in embarrassment because you knew his wallpaper was that of some famous architecture, you quickly clicked on the file that had led to your doom. You liked to think that you were normally not this shy but you were both different and not your usual selves in these situations. A wince slithered past your lips when you mindlessly reached for the printout that he had corrected only for his cock to rub against and probe into your insides.
Andy leaned back against the chair but did not let go of your boobs, resorting to softly toying with them as he enjoyed the sight of you struggling to straighten out the paper, place it and move the cursor. If you had learnt one thing under your boss it was that you should try to keep your work as errorless and up to par as much as your qualification and experience allowed. But once the District Attorney had corrected something himself in his rather traditional method, you were to rectify the final draft in the exact same manner.
Or else.
Said or else you had found out 2 months into your job so you dared not stray, shakily grabbing a pencil to cross out everything you were setting right on the paper.
Some minutes passed in silence after that, the nib of the pencil occasionally scratching the paper and the clicks of the keyboard the only sounds in the room. Your body was tense as you rigidly worked, the tautness caused by your controlled breathing making your chest ache as you tried to stay still to avoid raising any more of your boss' ire as well as to suppress the painful friction where your bodies connected as much as could be managed.
When your laboured breathing turned into soft grunts, Andy tore his gaze away from the screen as he blinked and noticed just how stiff your form had become. The man detached a hand from one of your nipples that he had been twirling while enjoying the feeling of your warm cavern hugging him to place it on your hip. After bracing you for the inevitable rubbing of your flesh against his skin, the man reached for the covered glass of water that he kept on his table and dragged the tumbler towards him before grabbing it.
"Relax" his free hand rubbed your side as he brought the rim to your lips. "You're too tense" you were grateful for the ticklish kiss that was placed against your bare shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax…" You only realized the parchness of your mouth when you sipped the cool water and sighed as it trickled its way down your throat.
Then Andy guided you through the quick breathing excercise you needed in these sorts of instances sometimes.
"Thank you, sir" you submissively whimpered as you ducked your face in his direction and felt your eyelids flutter close, soft cheek pressing against his bearded one for comfort. It was now that you realized just how tightly you had been clenching all your muscles defensively.
But your caring husband had come to your rescue, as always.
Even when boss was displeased and unforgiving.
"You're doing a good job, honey" Andy peppered soft kisses all over your cheek, caressing the nipple he had cruelly twisted a few minutes before with a featherlight touch. "You're nearly there now, I am so proud of you" the words of affirmation made you smile softly and you deemed it okay to kiss his scruffy cheek.
You needed it.
"Thank you, hubby. You're the best. I love you so much" before you turned around albeit with a wince thanks to the rod of flesh still very much violating your insides, getting back to work with a newfound enthusiasm.
Andy now palmed your pussy softly but did not allow you any stimulation just because he was mean like that, nibbling at the hickey he had left on one of your boobs this morning. "I love you more, my dearest" pressing a sloppy kiss to the bruise, he steeled one of your hips in place with a firm hand when you got too ahead of yourself and tried to produce friction. Though you knew that the only two possible things you could have after sitting on his dick for this long was either a ruined orgasm or a climax so powerful that your consciousness would give out. "But only sir or boss in the office" he could not help but snicker, resulting in the sending of vibrations up your womb when his stern words made you clench around his balls that your wetness had welcomed in it centimeter by centimeter.
"Yes, s- sir~" you breathed out shakily, typing in the last word before crossing it out from the paper and tallying the two versions of the letter. "Sorry, sir."
After you were sure you had gotten everything right, you crossed your fingers and requested the boss to review it one last time. A sigh of relief escaped you when Andy's firm gaze scrutinized the draft for some five minutes before he hummed with a nod, ordering you to print it then and there because he knew you too well.
The District Attorney then made you lift yourself off his cock to collect the print and waddle to your table to get an envelope for it. Andy fixed himself up after sending you on your way with a last ass shattering slap that made you jump with a squeal. The man only chuckled and shook his head at your quirks.
"Now fix my desk, Miss Y/L/N, thank you" was your last order for the day as your boss got up and picked up his coat, ready to leave in his now proper attire while you obeyed completely naked with the only exceptions being your tattered blouse and bra hanging from your shoulders. Pulling his laptop back in place, you returned the tumbler in its spot and covered it, moving some files that were out of place in order before gulping as you nudged the ruler back in its appropriate position.
Once you were done, you wobbled back and moved his chair in place.
"Done, sir."
Andy smiled and held out one arm invitingly as his coat hung from the other one. "Come to hubby" you gladly lept in his direction and reached for his hand with the one on which the expensive diamond of your wedding ring was twinkling under the dim lights.
"Can't walk, honey" you pouted and batted your eyelashes at him in that cute way that made him lose his mind every time.
Andy snorted and nodded, fully aware of your trick but not complaining. "Of course, hun" draping his coat that protectively covered everything that needed covering over your form, the older man ducked to circle his arms around your legs, the blistered skin of your ass making you wince as he hauled you up on his shoulder with ease.
"Honey?" Hugging your husband's warm jacket tight around your form, you felt him place a safe hand on your ass to keep the last section of the coat in place, just in case. You pouted while hanging upside down as Andy moved around the room with no regard for your weight.
Almost as though you were nothing more than a light blanket role.
Perks of marrying a man who had tanks for arms.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Your husband questioned as he locked the office's door which read Mr. & Mrs. Andrew Barber after turning the lights off, tugging at the handle at last, just to be sure.
You whimpered before pouting a little, watching the back of his head as you toyed with your wedding ring nervously. "D- Did you mean all that about the r- resources and f- firing me…?" He had sounded alarmingly serious and you had almost pulled the plug on the scene then and there. So you needed reassurance.
Your strict husband softly chuckled. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, darling…" Andy patted your sore ass before continuing. "You'll make a cute housewife." Wait…
Oh, no!
You did not want to spend the entire day apart from your husband waiting and waiting only for him to come back for a handful of hours! No! Absolutely unacceptable! You almost huffed out loud before stopping yourself and resorting to shaking your head quietly instead. Because you knew better than to argue with Mr. Responsible District Attorney -for you had joked recklessly about work once and that day had not ended well for you-, you vowed to yourself to start being less negligent instead.
Because there was no way you were getting fired from this job.
Summary: You overhear some people talking about your and Andy’s relationship and you don't want Andy seeing that it bothered you, but he's too attentive.
Warnings: Age gap, established relationship, terrible coworkers, hurt/comfort-type vibes, sooo soft.
Word count: ~2,200
a/n: A lovely anon asked if I could write something inspired by Ours - Taylor Swift so this is my take on that <3
Divider by @.saradika
Your hurried steps come to a pause right outside the door to Andy’s office. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in, but can’t get yourself to let out more than a few shallow ones.
Normally you’d be elated to have an excuse to see him for a few seconds in the middle of the day, but you know as soon as you walk in his face will drop. You can only conceal so much from him. He knows you too well and will see your bad day written all over your face, even if you are somehow able to muster a fake smile real quick.
Walk in, grab what you need, and walk out, you tell yourself.
Someone turning the corner into the hallway you’re stalling in is your final push to finally walk in so no one else passes you and wonders what you’re doing outside his office.
Your eyes are on the ground, but you hear his voice, telling you he’s on the phone. You’re able to let out a discreet breath of relief as you reach for the file you came for and quickly turn to walk back out.
The doorway is within reach when you hear him tell whoever’s on the other end of the call that he needs to put them on hold for just a moment.
“Y/N?”
It’s not like you to be in such a hurry with him. He caught a glimpse of your face and just needs to know you're okay.
Overly conscious of the fact anyone could be in earshot, you answer with, “Yeah, Mr. Barber?”
He knows for certain now that something's off since you didn't just use his first name. There’s zero reason for the formality right now.
You avoid turning back to him, but he’s a step ahead of you, making his way across the room to gently grab you before you can walk out. He swiftly closes the door so there's no chance of anyone seeing you guys.
“Stay, please,” he asks, letting go of you for just a second so he can step back to his desk to pick the phone back up and let them know he has to call them back.
He waves his hand for you to follow him into the meeting room connected to his office for a better sense of privacy.
“What's wrong?”
The concern lacing his voice makes you feel bad, and you know he'll stand here with you all day if he has to to get something out of you.
“I'm fine,” is the best you can offer.
You haven't allowed your eyes to meet his once though. He brings a hand up, using his fingers to gently move your head so you're finally looking at him. Your eyes look puffy and your makeup looks different than it did this morning, like some has been rubbed off.
“Have you been crying?”
“Can we talk about it later, please?”
He pauses. He doesn't want to wait until later. He wants to help make you feel better now.
“I promise I'm fine, I just need to get back to work.”
A small defeated frown tugs at his lips.
“Okay… Later,” he says softly, but it's stern too. He’ll hold you to that.
He leans to give you a quick kiss before walking you out, but you turn your face so his lips land on your cheek.
He holds back from pressing it any longer though, following as you walk out so he can open his door for you.
“Meet me back here later so we can decide where to have dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” you nod, forcing a small smile before leaving.
He’s never ready to leave on time, so you walk into his office quietly when you come back at the end of the day, not wanting to interrupt anything.
“Hey…” You speak softly to get his attention.
He looks up right away, greeting you with a smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”
His glance lingers, taking in the sight of you looking better than when he last saw you. Your eyes aren’t swollen anymore and you’re not so tensed up.
“I knew you wouldn’t be ready to go yet,” you laugh a little, closing the door behind you before making your way across the room to sit on his lap.
“You know me so well,” he teases. “I’m almost done, I promise.”
Truthfully, he’s not getting any closer to being done, only pretending to finish up while he waits for you to address the elephant in the room.
When you don’t say anything, he breaks the silence for you.
“It’s later… You wanna talk about it?”
You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. “Not really.”
He has a hand resting on your thigh, holding you in place. He strokes his thumb gently telling you he’s ready to listen.
“I overheard some people talking about us today when I walked by one of the breakrooms,” you start.
Finally looking into his eyes, you expect him to start asking questions, but his brows just knit together, waiting for you to go on.
“About how they don’t get us, assuming I’m somehow using you,” you recall. You wish you would have just walked away, but you couldn’t. “And something about you not being able to date anyone closer to your age because no one older than me would put up with your baggage, or whatever.”
“Who?” He asks quietly, but he sounds serious. “I’ll take care of it–”
“No, please,” you beg softly. “That’ll make it worse.”
“I don’t want anyone around here making you cry.”
“I know,” you chuckle, sniffling a little. “But you doing anything would just give them more to talk about.”
The look on his face softens, and he brings a hand up to wipe a few tears that escaped off your cheeks.
“It’s not like we’re all over each other. It just caught me off guard to hear anyone talking about us, I guess. I don’t know why they would be…”
You’re both conscious about keeping your relationship private at work. You’re aware that most people probably know you’re together since you come in together and show up to events together. But most days you go without seeing each other at all until you meet like this to go back home at the end of the day.
“Sounds like they need more work to do if standing around talking about other people in the building fits into their schedules…”
“Andy,” you laugh a little, shaking your head at him. “It’s okay. I don’t know why it bothered me so much.”
He lets it go, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead.
“I know what it’s like to hear people talking behind your back…” He says softly.
Of course he does. Anything you heard is minuscule compared to what he’s probably dealt with before.
He kisses the sympathetic look off your face. “I know what’ll make you feel better though.”
His hand leaves your leg so he can reach into one of his pockets, pulling out your engagement ring. He only proposed a couple days ago and you haven’t worn your ring at work yet, but you ask him to hold onto it for you so it’s not laying at home.
“Can I give this back to you?”
“Yes please,” you giggle, holding out your hand for it.
But he insists on putting it on your finger for you. “Let me.”
You smile at the diamonds glistening back at you, but it quickly fades as you look back up at him.
“I’m sorry I don’t wear it here yet,” you whisper.
“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”
He knows it’s not insecurity about your relationship. Your yes when he asked you to marry him a few days ago came out faster than he could have ever hoped for. It doesn’t cross his mind to question you over leaving it off just these few hours each day. He knows you like to keep things private, that you’ve never been one to overshare at work. It’s a wonder how he somehow broke through your guarded exterior all those months ago and became such a big part of your life.
“I love you.” You kiss his cheek and move to get up. “I’ll let you finish up.”
“No, this can wait,” he says, quickly tidying up his desk, and gets up behind you. “Let’s get out of here.”
Your hand instinctively finds his, intertwining your fingers as you walk out together. You freeze for a split second though. “Oh– We didn’t decide on dinner…”
“I got it figured out,” he assures, giving your hand a squeeze to keep you walking.
The car is quiet as he drives, your exhaustion from the day setting in now that you've gotten away from work. You let your heavy eyelids fall closed, only as a means of resting your eyes, but the way you jump when you feel Andy’s hand on your shoulder, you figure you did accidentally fall into a light sleep.
“We’re here.” He gently shakes your shoulder before getting out of the car so he can walk around to open your door for you.
You kind of knew where he was taking you based on the direction he headed when you left work.
Luckily, he and you share a favorite restaurant. You frequent it as often as you can, the staff always joking that you're keeping them in business each time you walk in the door.
You know something is up when the hostess at the front doesn't walk you to a table though.
“I know where we're going,” Andy winks at her and she just smiles, laughing at the questioning look you flash at each of them.
He swaps which hand he's using to hold yours so his other can rest on your lower back as he guides you to one of the secluded corners. None of the tables are being used except one that’s set nicely with some candles and already has glasses of water and appetizers on it.
“Is this for us?”
Andy laughs at how you do that thing again where you stop in your tracks and he gets tugged back too because he's holding your hand.
“How did you do this?”
“I asked them very nicely and promised a lot of big tips for everyone who helped set it up,” he explains, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you. “I called shortly after you were in my office earlier. I just wanted a nice evening alone with you.”
“You're crazy,” you whisper against his chest, letting out a small laugh.
“Maybe,” he teases, dropping his hands from your back to grab yours again to bring you to the table.
You pull him into the same side of the booth with you before he can pretend he doesn't want to.
As soon as you're settled, a waiter is greeting you guys, helping move the plate and set of silverware on the other side of the table to the side you're both on.
“Can I get either of you something else to drink?”
“Uh, yes,” you chuckle, definitely in need of alcohol after the day you had.
Andy orders a drink too and expects the waiter to walk away right away, but he looks back to you.
“Could I see your I.D. quick, miss?”
“Oh! Yeah–” You have to dig through your bag to find it.
“You don't wanna see mine?” Andy scoffs, joking with him. “What are you saying, man?”
“I mean, if you wanna show me yours too…” He laughs, holding up his hands as if to say by all means. “But I believe you.”
“Unbelievable–”
You playfully swat at Andy. “Leave him alone.”
Reaching across with your card, you tell the guy to ignore the pity party he's throwing.
He likes to joke about these things, but you can tell he goes through small bouts of seriously realizing he's getting older.
“Don't pout,” you tease, bringing a hand up to his face to physically turn his frown upside down.
“I'm not,” he grumbles quietly.
He pulls you closer and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling completely relaxed for the first time today.
“You know what bothers me the most, right?” You break the moment of silence by reflecting on why you were so upset today. “I thought about it on the way here.”
“What is it?”
“It's not about people talking about our relationship,” you shake your head. “I know what we have and it's nobody else’s business. But I hate hearing anyone’s negative thoughts like that about you. You're the nicest, kindest guy and it hurts to hear anyone doubt that or doubt that I'm the luckiest person in the world for being with you.”
“I do have baggage though…” He tries to joke.
“But that doesn't matter,” you chuckle. “Everyone does.”
“Don't you worry your pretty little mind about me,” he whispers, turning enough to urge you to lift your head off of him. “I don't care what they say.”
“I love you,” you smile, leaning to give him a kiss.
Summary: Seeing Andy for the first time since he fucked you in his car on the way to a Halloween party. (Part one)
Warnings: Age gap, Andy’s imaginary younger kid I made up to make the plot work, smut – oral (f receiving), biting, protected sex (they remembered condoms exist thank god), me continuing to convince everyone Andy has tattoos, 18+
Word count: ~2,900
He’s all you’ve been able to think about.
It’s been weeks of flashbacks to that night in his car. His hands on your body, whispers of praise in your ear, the marks you left on his skin.
You left the party early that night, unable to get him out of your head. Your clothes faintly smelled like him as you laid in bed once you got home, staring at the ceiling. And you came again, thinking back to just a few hours prior, chasing that same, euphoric feeling.
It wasn’t nearly as good of an orgasm as he gave you though and you let out a frustrated sigh, clenching your eyes shut to force yourself asleep, hoping you could just sleep your feelings away.
You refrained from texting or calling him since then. You wanted nothing more than to make sense of what happened… Maybe apologize for coming onto him. But would you mean it?
It doesn’t matter.
You knew it shouldn’t happen again.
But what he said… “I usually take my time with people I like,” and then “Another time?” when you wouldn’t let him do that. It kept running through your mind, making you wonder if he was thinking of you too.
To your surprise, he texted you first. No mention of your rendezvous, just straight to the point, asking if you could babysit his daughter again so he could take care of some work business while Jacob is at a friend’s house.
You almost replied instantly, but forced yourself to wait, not wanting it to be obvious you’d been hoping to hear from him again, even if it was just to ask a favor. That means he’s not upset with you.
As you sit in your car in his driveway, your mind races with what you’re going to say to him or what he’s going to say to you. Your eyes fixate on the time and you wait until the last possible minute to put your brave face on and walk into their house.
Lucky for you, he’s in a rush. You walk in to him giving his daughter a hug and kiss goodbye. And with a short–but genuine–Thank you, Y/N, he’s out the door.
On second thought, you don’t know if that’s really lucky for you.
You let out a sigh as you watch him and hear the door shut behind him. Great. You get to spend the next couple hours continuing to battle your nerves.
Maybe you do wish you would have just gotten addressing the elephant in the room over with.
When he gets home a few hours later, his daughter is sound asleep in her room. You’re an expert at wearing her out and getting her to sleep at a reasonable time, probably why the Barbers have kept you around.
You’re in his kitchen when you hear his footsteps come into the house. Instant sweaty palms make putting the dishes from dinner away harder. You almost drop them completely when you hear his voice behind you.
“Hey…”
Letting out a faint breath, you brace yourself and turn to look at him. “Hi.”
You wish you could say the smile on your face is a fake, forced one, but it’s not. Not when he looks like that. Like he had a long day and needs someone to tell him to relax. Maybe help him relax.
You inwardly curse yourself. This is pathetic, there’s no way he’s still thinking about you, so you need to be over it.
The awkward silence that sets in is undeniable. A silence that neither of you quite know how to sever.
“About the other night…”
What the hell, apparently you’re giving it a shot first.
He interrupts you before you can go any further. “What about it?”
He smirks and the look on your face mirrors his, relieved to hear his joking tone.
“I…” You try to go on anyway, but the words you’ve been rehearsing in your head have fled. You’re instantly flustered, hiding your face in your hands.
He takes the last few steps it takes to be standing in front of you and places his hands on your shoulders.
“Everything is fine,” he promises, rubbing his hands along your arms, encouraging you to drop them. “Look at me.”
You do and your smile falters. “Seriously… I shouldn’t have come onto you like that.”
Shaking your head, you open your mouth again to apologize, but he stops you.
He leans closer, causing you to still, nearly holding your breath.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he whispers.
Fuck, that's what you were hoping for.
His warm breath against your ear brings back the memories of how close you were in the front seat of his car. You have to swallow back a whimper.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” you admit.
He takes that, along with the fact that you haven’t tried to move away from where he has you backed up against the counter, as an OK to be the one to make the first move this time.
His lips ghost dangerously close to your neck, pressing a soft kiss below your ear. You can’t stop a whimper from escaping this time.
“Andy,” you sigh, tilting your head for him.
You’re a little apprehensive yet, not because you don’t want this again, but because you can’t help but hear that voice in the back of your head saying you shouldn’t.
He can feel your nerves as if they’re radiating from you. His kisses trail down your neck while his hands leave the counter behind you, resting on your hips.
“I won’t bite,” he teases, trying to put you at ease. But you feel his smile against your skin. “Actually… I remember you’re into that.”
That gets you to giggle. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him tighter against you so you can hide your face against his chest.
He lets up momentarily, laughter fading so he can be serious. “I’ll stop if you want me to…”
“Don’t.”
The word comes out quick, desperation clear in your voice.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Him guiding you toward his couch and kneeling between your parted legs is all a blur.
He looks at you for approval as his hands slide up your thighs, fingers hooking in the waistbands of your sweats and panties.
“My turn, yeah?” He winks.
You bite your lip, your answer coming in the form of silently ridding yourself of your clothes for him.
“Good girl.” His hands return to your hips to help position you, pulling you closer, while his broad shoulders spread your legs further. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Your head falls back against the cushions. This is what your last couple weeks worth of dreams were made of.
“Please–”
Your plea is cut off by your own gasp as he begins placing tender kisses along your inner thigh, teasingly nipping your sensitive skin, enough to leave marks similar to the ones you left on him.
You can’t help but squirm, aching for him already. Your hands rest on his head, fingers threading through his hair, tugging ever so gently. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re being impatient.
“I told you, I take my time with people I like.” His words are mumbled between kisses, getting closer to where you want him with each one.
“God, I was kind of hoping you weren’t serious about that.” Your breathless laugh is followed by a moan when his lips reach your clit.
“I was very serious, but lucky for you…” His voice trails off as his tongue teases along your slit before focusing back on your clit. “You're very hard to resist right now.”
“Oh, fuck,” you sigh.
Your hands pull his face closer and he doesn’t fight it, devouring your pussy like he can’t get enough.
He has you in a haze, failing to notice your moans are getting louder with each lap of his tongue.
You take in a deep breath when he suddenly pulls away, pressing soothing kisses to your thighs again.
“You sound so pretty,” he teases. “But you gotta stay quiet for me.”
“Sorry,” you giggle. “It just feels so good.”
“I know, and I want to keep making you feel good, but you gotta be quiet, angel.”
Angel. You smile, but immediately try to suppress it. You definitely don’t mind that nickname sticking, but you can’t believe he has you grinning like an idiot while he’s between your thighs.
Nodding quickly, you promise to keep it down. You just need him to keep going, pulling at his hair again to give him a clue.
He catches on right away, chuckling as he gives in to you. Your eyes roll back as he hums contentedly against your sensitive cunt.
“Cum for me, baby,” he murmurs without pulling away, noting how your body reacts to the vibrations from his voice. “Come on.”
Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, quieting the moans you can't hold in as you let go for him. You lose yourself in the sensation of the high he gives you, body trembling as he works you through it, completely unfazed by your thighs pressing against the sides of his head as the pleasure becomes too much.
“Andy,” you gasp when you can trust yourself to control the volume of your voice again. Your fingers unravel from his hair and he takes that as his sign to ease up. He can't get enough of you though, causing your body to jerk with a few lingering kisses to your swollen folds. “Holy hell.”
His hands rub your sides and along your thighs as you calm down. Glancing back down at him, you can't help but let out a laugh. He furrows his brow, concerned he did something wrong, but you grab his hands reassuringly.
“Sorry,” you shake your head. “I've just never came from that before. That was… Crazy.”
Barking out a laugh laced with disbelief, he sits back and pulls you by the hands to sit up too. “What kind of useless guys have you been with?”
“I don't know,” you chuckle, biting your lip nervously. “But there's only one guy I wanna be with right now.”
He has an arm around your waist as you walk into his bedroom. You joked–but not really–that you didn't know if you could walk after how he made your legs shake.
He sits you on the edge of the bed while he quickly steps back toward the door, locking it out of habit.
“I won't make you be so quiet in here,” he whispers, leaning over you, gently pushing you back to lay down.
“Good,” you giggle, pulling him down with you for a kiss.
You both make quick of discarding the rest of your clothes. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as you rush to undo them. He takes over when he feels your frustrated groan against his lips.
“Easy, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he quips, poking fun at your desperate movements.
A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, heat creeping up your chest and across your face. It’s quickly forgotten as he sits up to slip his shirt off though. Your eyes drift down his body, jaw dropping slightly as you take in his toned features that you didn’t get to see last time.
“Eyes up here, pretty girl.” He brings your attention back by cupping your face as he hovers over you again, getting you to look back in his eyes. There’s a teasing glint in them as his thumb strokes your cheek. “What’s that look for?”
Your hands press against his chest, moving up to his shoulders where your fingers trace along lines of black ink. “You have tattoos…”
He drops his head, stifling the laugh he lets out with a kiss to your shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’ve taken me for a prude of an old man all this time.”
“I…” Shit, you kinda did.
You dodge his question by moving your hands to his face to pull him down, closing the small gap that’s left between you with a kiss.
“We’re coming back to that later,” he jokes against your lips.
Your guilty giggle quickly turns into a small whine as you roll your hips, needy for the feeling of his cock again.
You let your hand fall from the back of his neck, moving between your bodies. He groans feeling your fingers wrap around his hard length.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
Your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths of anticipation, but you have one last moment of clarity before fully giving into him.
“Wait,” you whisper.
He stops instantly, pushing himself up just enough to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing.” You shake your head, catching your breath. “Do you have condoms?”
“Uh, yeah, I…” He points toward a nightstand, but he doesn’t finish his sentence, a flash of panic on his face. “Are you not on–”
“I am,” you quickly assure him. Nothing happened, but that doesn’t mean you should do it again. “That was just kind of stupid of us last time.”
“Right.” You’re relieved when he laughs with you. “One second.”
Pleasure-filled moans from both of you fill the room as his cock finally sinks into you. Attempting to get him to move, you wrap your legs around him.
“I need a second, angel,” he chuckles, leaning to kiss you while you both get used to the feeling of each other again. “You’re–” He lets out a groan. “You feel so good.”
Your kisses travel to his cheek and along his jaw. “Please,” you beg quietly, grazing your teeth against the delicate skin beneath his ear.
Even though you’re imploring him, the first thrust takes you by surprise, a startled gasp falling from your lips as your head falls back against the bed. “Oh my God.”
“Attagirl,” he breathes out slowly, teasing you with equally slow drags of his cock in and out of you. “You can take it.”
“Uh-huh,” you nod weakly, mouth dropping open in a strangled moan as he sets a steady pace with his hips.
His muscles flex underneath your fingertips, your hands grasping onto his upperarms as he fucks you harder.
“That's right, hold on. I've got ya.”
Those reassuring words drive you wild. He slides a hand down your side to grip the back of your thigh, pushing it off his waist to spread your legs further, allowing him to fuck you deeper.
Your back arches, pushing your hips closer to his to feel him against your clit. The contact causes your legs to quiver, and you dig your nails into his arms.
“Damn.” You try to laugh, but it almost sounds like a sob. He's got you on the edge already. This is only your second time with him, how does he know your body so well? “How are you doing that?”
“Doing what, sweetheart?” He smirks knowingly, pressing fervent kisses to your neck.
You let out a shaky breath. “You're so good.”
“We've established you've been with useless guys,” he chuckles.
You'd laugh too, but you can't focus on anything that's not the pleasure threatening to erupt deep inside you.
“Please don't stop.”
He doesn't halt you when you begin to move in tune with him, relentlessly rolling your hips, desperate for another orgasm. You can't bear the thought of going home and having to take care of it yourself again. You need to be spent tonight.
“Let go.” His voice is low, close to your ear as he litters your jaw and shoulder with teasing bite marks. “Cum for me, Y/N.”
“I–” Your breaths quicken as he thrusts into you and pulls almost all the way out before doing it again. And again. And– “Yes, right there!”
He groans feeling your pussy flutter around his dick, chasing after his own release as he prolongs yours. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
Your fingers soothe over the scratches you're sure you left on his arms and back while he lays with you. After he pulled out, he shifted like he wanted to lay beside you, but you held onto him so he couldn't, liking the weight of him on top of you.
As if he can sense what you're thinking about the marks, he speaks up softly after a few shuddering breaths. “It’s okay.”
“Okay,” you chuckle.
To your dismay, he rolls on to his side once his breathing has steadied so he can prop himself up on an elbow. He rests a hand on your cheek, quieting your protest. “Do you need anything?” He reaches over you for a blanket to cover you with before holding your face again.
“Just sleep,” you sigh dramatically. The exhaustion is definitely hitting you though, it's not a total exaggeration. “Now I really don't think I can walk, by the way.”
He laughs at you. “Don't worry, I'm not kickin' you out.”
Good because you're two seconds away from falling asleep.
“But the kids…” You slur out the few words.
“If they see you, I'll tell them I got home late, so you slept over.”
“Are you sure–”
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he cuts you off with a kiss to your forehead, teasing you. “You worry so much. Leave that to me.”
“Sorry,” you smile, offering him a wink that turns into both of your eyes falling shut for good. “Goodnight, Mr. Barber.”
Summary: Andy offers to drive you to a halloween party after babysitting for him, but you get distracted before you can get there.
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20s), Andy’s imaginary younger kid that I made up to make the plot work, car sex, blowjob, fingering, creampie, 18+
Word count: ~2,000
a/n: Changed this prompt to be for Andy at the last minute because I miss him soooo much 😣💕 I’m sorry to the Ari girlies. I’ll make it up to you, I promise 🫶
Part Two
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Skipping down the steps, you're in your own world as you quickly gather your jacket and shove the rest of your clothes into your bag, heading toward the kitchen to wait patiently for Andy and Jacob to get home.
Andy had texted you earlier today, asking a last minute favor of you to watch his youngest daughter while he and Jacob had a father-son evening. It wasn't like the Barbers to have not asked weeks in advance, but they're like a second family to you at this point, so you couldn't say no. But you do have plans to get to once those two are finally back.
Sending Andy a quick text, politely asking for an ETA since he wasn't sure before, you jump hearing his phone ding from just a couple feet away.
“Never mind,” you chuckle, walking into the room and seeing them both standing there already. “Sorry, I didn't hear you guys come in.”
“That's alright,” he laughs. If you aren't mistaken, you swear he does a double take after his eyes land on you. And you kind of hope that’s the case for a different reason, but he's probably just trying to decipher your costume. “We just got back. Figured you were putting the princess to bed, but maybe you were playing dress up..?”
“Oh, no,” you giggle. You know he's joking as he gestures to your outfit – a white skirt, white cropped tank top with thigh high tights, white heels, and a halo on your head to match. “I have a Halloween party to get to, so I was getting ready since she fell asleep early.”
“I didn't know you had plans tonight, I'm sorry–”
“No, it's okay.” You can’t let him apologize. He didn't force you to say yes. “I'm always happy to help out. I have a friend coming to pick me up though, so I'm just gonna hang out a while longer if that’s okay. This is kind of out of their way.”
“Well… Tell them they're off the hook.” Your confusion must be evident. “I can give you a ride,” he explains. “Yeah, Jacob’s here now, so I can leave for a bit, no problem.”
“You don't have to–”
“It's the least I can do.”
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It's a quiet ride at first. You spend the first couple minutes trying to come up with some small talk. You've always talked to his wife more than you have to him, so you're not coming up with much.
As if he can read your mind, he takes it upon himself to break the silence.
“Laurie and I separated.”
Is this his idea of small talk?
You have kind of been wondering though since it was Andy who contacted you for once and since she wasn't at the house when you got there. Plus, you wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but you noticed his missing wedding ring.
“Just felt like I owed you an explanation for the last minute need for a babysitter today. It's my weekend with the kids, but I didn't want to let Jake down, so…”
Glancing at him beside you, there's a sadness in his eyes–very clear as they're lit up under each street light you pass–and you wish there was something you could do for him.
You're not sure what to say honestly. Your initial reaction is scoffing an astonished, “her loss,” but you figure that's probably the wrong thing.
“Oh…” You let your solemn tone fill the quiet for a second. “I'm sorry to hear that.”
You don't leave it at that though, instead punctuating your words with a daring hand resting on his leg.
His heart races the same as yours at the contact – But while yours does so out of nerves awaiting his reaction, his is a result of not having felt such a gentle touch in so long.
As your touch lingers, he has to resist his impulse to drop a hand from the wheel and take yours in his.
For fear of misreading your movement, he just grips the steering wheel tighter, trying his best to not dwell on what’s probably nothing.
You watch as he shifts slightly in his seat, gauging his reaction to your subtle advance. When he doesn't pull completely away or ask what you're doing, you assume you're in the clear.
Seeing how far he'll let you go, you slowly move your hand higher up his leg, gently brushing your fingers along his inner thigh.
He's trying to keep his composure, but you hear the hitch in his breathing as your touch gets closer to where he's secretly wishing it would go.
In an instant, he’s slowing the car down, and you smirk to yourself as he veers to pull over on the side of the road.
It's a dark one, nearly silent save the rustling of what's left for leaves on the trees as a few gusts of wind blow by.
He lets out a deep sigh when you take your hand away from him, finally looking toward you to search for any signs that he's gotten the wrong idea. But you're unbuckling your seat belt and leaning over to undo his too.
“You look so sad,” you whisper. “I can make you feel better.”
Your eyes meet his as you move closer to him–as close as the center console separating you will allow anyway.
“Yeah?” His voice is low as he watches you kneel on your seat, putting a hand back on his leg to hold yourself up.
“Uh-huh,” you hum, putting an end to his anticipation as your hand slides over the crotch of his jeans, palming against his cock. “If it's okay with you…”
His head falls back against his seat, a groan escaping his lips, when your fingers work to undo his belt and move his pants out of the way, ghosting over his hard dick.
“Go ahead and show me, pretty girl.”
He moves his seat farther back so you can comfortably take up the space between himself and the wheel. You can't contain yourself, eagerly replacing your hand with your mouth, taking as much of him as you can before softly gagging.
“Oh, fuck.” A breath gets caught in his throat. One of his hands gathers any hair from falling on your face, while the other rests on your upper back to keep you down. “You're good at that.”
Lifting your head, you let out a small laugh before sinking your mouth back down on him. Hearing him pant above you, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together in attempt of some sort of relief, no room to slip your own hand between your legs.
Andy catches on though, his leather seat squeaking each time you squirm. His hand on your back glides down to your ass, finding that your skirt is conveniently short enough to just flip up and pull your thong aside.
Deft fingers expertly find your clit, already slick from your dripping arousal.
He tsks, “All this just from sucking my cock, babygirl?”
Your whimper quickly turns into a moan as he pushes a finger into your sopping pussy, legs already trembling from the sudden intrusion.
“You're a sensitive one,” he chuckles.
You have to come up for air for a second, resting your cheek against his body while your hand takes over, slowly stroking his hard cock.
“Andy–” Your voice trails off, all words forgotten as he continues thrusting a second finger into you.
“Keep going, angel. I've got you.”
Taking him back in your mouth, nothing but lewd noises fill the car. An involuntary thrust of his hips makes you gag again.
With tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you have to push off of him for a breath again. And as tempting as it is for him to fill your pretty mouth, he doesn't force you back down this time.
He pulls his hand from between your legs, eliciting a whine from you as he kindly smoothes your skirt back into place.
You have to sit up slowly, but once you're steady, you swiftly clamber into his lap, straddling your legs on either side of his.
“Woah, eager,” he teases, putting his hands on your hips to support you. He has to reach up to remove the halo from your head though so it doesn't get ruined pressed against the roof of the car. “I usually take my time with people I like.”
Attempting to ignore the heat that flushes across your face following his words, you let out a shy laugh. He can't help but notice how breathtaking you look – the glittery makeup on your eyelids and cheeks reflecting the bright moonlight peeking into the dark vehicle.
“My friends will wonder where I am.”
“So…” He smirks. “Another time then?”
“Another time,” you nod, breathless again as you lift up and begin sinking down on his cock.
“Shit–”
“Andy–”
You sigh in unison.
Feeling a breeze across your damp forehead, you’re reminded of the windows you kept cracked for air. You drop your face to his neck to muffle your moans, afraid of being too loud.
It doesn't take long for you both to teeter on the edge of your highs after working each other up. He can feel your legs quivering against his own as you continue to ride him.
“Can feel you're close,” he grunts, gripping your hips to help you move.
You cry out, quickly grazing your teeth against his neck to quiet yourself as he fucks you deeper, clit bumping against his pelvis each time you come down.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cum.”
He's got you in the palm of his hand at this point, you'd do anything for him. Your orgasm washes over you as an intense heat flooding your body. It leaves you trembling in his arms, biting down where his neck meets his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming his name.
“That’s it,” he breathes, working you through it as he chases his own release now. “Good girl. ‘m right there with you. Gonna leave you full of me for the–for the rest of the night.” He stumbles over his words. “No one will suspect a thing from the girl dressed like an a–angel.”
“Please,” you choke out, wanting, needing, to feel him. “Andy–”
Your pleas are cut off by a low growl in your ear and his arms tightening around you to keep you still as his cock twitches, release spilling deep inside you.
Letting out a shuddering breath, your body goes lax against him. The rise and fall of his chest as he works to steady his breathing is the only thing you can feel for a few moments.
“You with me, Y/N?” He chuckles, albeit still a little out of breath, as he checks on you.
“I think so,” you laugh and let out a sigh before finally lifting yourself off of him.
You instantly feel his cum dripping out of you, but he's a man who sticks to his word–quick to push it back in with two fingers before adjusting your panties back into place.
Your cheeks burn and you avert your eyes from his, whimpering at the obscene act. But your eyes fall on his neck, littered with evident bite marks outlined by your shimmery lip gloss.
“There's glitter everywhere,” you giggle, bringing your thumb up to try to wipe some off of his skin and his t-shirt. “I'm sorry.”
“Hey, don't worry about it.” He shrugs, but tries to get some that's misplaced off your face too though. “Let's get you to that party, sweetheart.”
summary. | Steve Rogers and his wife have a precarious arrangement in which she can have as many affairs as she likes, as long as she doesn’t ask for a divorce. But a man like him only has so much patience. And there you are, his child’s babysitter, too sweet to resist.
pairings. | Dark!Steve Rogers x baby-sitter!fem!reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (brief), Peggy Carter x numerous OMCs (implied/mentioned).
warnings. | NON/DUB-CON (leaning more towards dubious consent), smut, age gap, Halloween celebrations, deceit, manipulation, Steve is mean to his wife, obsession, possessiveness, implied murder (not the reader), mentions of masturbation (m), fingering (f), kissing, nipple play, Sir kink, mild Daddy kink, creampie, dirty talk, power dynamics/imbalance, praise, mild degradation, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, honey, baby, love), missionary, rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of riding, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
word count. | ~4.8k
author’s note. | hello! happy belated halloween! i know i’m a bit late—i’m sorry. here’s the dark!steve fic i was talking about. it’s a Deep Water!AU. please enjoy and heed the warnings! thank you @cuttlefjsh for beta-ing and putting up with me! let me know what you think. thank you for reading! taglist: @hansensfics. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY
The leaves fall apart underneath the pace of his feet. The hill slopes downwards, and the branches snap and hit the ground. Steve keeps pushing—keeps running even though he’s long devolved from a jog. The burn in his lungs is beautiful. He’s breathless.
For once, he doesn’t have to think about little Sarah and her mother. He doesn’t have to worry like a housewife, even though he was once the man of the house.
Millions in revenue. Two vacation homes. Endless income. But it’s never enough for her.
When Steve reaches the creek, he stops. The Apple watch on his wrist clocks in an unhealthy amount of steps. Unhealthy for everyone else, at least. He’s always been above average, and now he’s just like the rest.
Another greying head in the sea of a crowd. Another typical client his shrink has with the same old problems—a cheating wife, a midlife crisis.
His phone buzzes, and Steve half-expects a reminder he doesn’t need. But it’s better—so much better than he could ever predict.
It’s you—your name with a heart. His spouse doesn’t even have that—she’s just got her entire government name with “wife” in parentheses.
Hi, Mr. Rogers. Hope you enjoyed your weekend! I wanted to confirm that I’m coming tonight. I texted Mrs. Rogers yesterday, but I haven’t received a reply yet. Sorry to be pushy. I just need to know in time. Thanks, and Happy Halloween! 🎃
He sighs. He’s never understood why you always go to Peggy first, even though you’ve seen her incompetency more than you do your own family. He’ll have a talk with you tonight—while Peggy is out on a date with her latest suitor.
Hey, honey. I hope your weekend is as wonderful as you are. Yes, we’re still on for tonight. Don’t worry about my wife. From now on, just come to me, okay? Be here by 7:00, please. Thanks. Happy Halloween! 👻
Steve replies a few minutes later, but you read his message immediately. The timestamp makes him smile. Soon, the ‘typing’ icon pops up and following it is your message.
Great, thank you so much! See you then :)
You even leave a ‘heart’ on his text message; he does the same to yours. A sigh escapes the older man’s chest. His heart has returned to its regular rate, and the sweat on his back has cooled.
The scene before him is gorgeous—but doesn’t even hold a candle to your beauty. The thought of you is more addictive than any illicit substance. It calms him down when he needs to and riles him up at the worst times.
Steve says it’s not fair. Peggy shouldn't have all the fun with her boyfriends—even when her husband gets rid of them quicker than need be. It’s exhausting to deviate from law enforcement for a woman who doesn’t care about her own family.
She gets to devise grand schemes and say mean words to him. She doesn’t bother with her own daughter. She doesn’t lift a finger or pay for a thing with money she earned. Steve has to live in the shadows—and he’s tired of it.
The almost 50-year-old man follows his usual trail back home. Sirens pass behind him, heading toward some emergency that he undoubtedly has nothing to do with. Not this time, at least.
He feels like a dog in the manger. Everyone can have Peggy (to a certain extent), but he can’t have anyone himself.
Fake cobwebs and pumpkins sit outside houses on each side of the road. It’s the spookiest night of the year, yet you have no plans. No parties to attend with some stupid little boyfriend who wouldn’t know how to fuck you the way he would.
When Steve unlocks the front door, he finds his wife’s heels strewn on the floor and his daughter watching cartoons in the living room. He kisses Sarah’s head and ensures she’s eaten the entirety of her breakfast. He tried his best with ghost-shaped pancakes, though they turned out more like blobs than anything. She doesn’t mind at all.
Sarah’s a brainiac, her new hobby being those kits that teach you how to hook wires into potatoes and other vegetables. Steve applauds her creations every time she shows them off, noting the little technological genius in her that he must’ve contributed to.
That is, if he’s her biological father.
The television screen plays her choice of cartoons, with a Halloween theme for the special day. He smiles when she laughs before heading upstairs.
Peggy has the largest room with the nicest furniture. She spends little time there unless she’s getting ready to go out or recovering from a hangover.
Steve knocks on her door. Despite there being no answer, he unlocks it and lets himself in. His wife is wide awake, eye makeup smudged a bit, but she’s wearing her signature jeans with a tank top.
She turns around and smiles at the sight of him. “What do you think?” she asks, gesturing to the costume she has laid out.
It’s a vampire—that’s as much as he gathers. The little voice in his head tells him how fitting it is—Peggy has sucked the life out of him for the last seven years.
“Perfect,” Steve tells her, giving her his most forced smile, and they both know she sees right through it.
“Good. And what are you going as?” she questions, turning her back to him. He genuinely contemplates this for a second.
For the last few years, he’s always worn a cheap cape and said he’s a superhero. But he’s tired of the same thing all the time.
“I’m not sure. I’ll come up with something, though. What time are you leaving?” Steve asks. “Oh, probably around six. Don’t wait up for me. You’ll take Sarah trick-or-treating, right?” Peggy smiles, unwilling to take ‘no” for an answer.
Steve says nothing and simply leaves. He takes his phone out of his pocket—sleek screen and a photo of you and Sarah as one of his wallpapers—and pulls up his conversation with you.
Hey, hon. Do you mind coming a bit earlier? 6:30 will do.
He doesn’t even have to wait for your reply.
Sure! Do you want me to stay the night, too? I don’t mind.
Always diligent. Always a sweetheart.
Please do. The door will be unlocked.
You give his message a thumbs-up, and he sighs.
Tonight will be the night. Tonight, he’ll finally get what he wants, and no one can stop him. Not even you.
You give the door a knock three times, even though you’re more than welcome to simply enter. It feels wrong, though. Too familiar, too casual.
Halloween is one of your favourite holidays. It’s a day full of excitement and creativity, and the month leading up to it is terrific. The turning leaves and the cold weather that lets you wear your coziest sweaters. The candy is the cherry on top of the entire delicacy.
You’ve never been on for extravagant costumes due to your procrastination. Tonight, you’re an angel. You don an all-white get-up; a lace dress, sheer tights, and matching shoes. You have a borrowed halo on your head and floppy wings on your back. It’s the best you can do for now.
Steve opens the door a few moments later, and he’s wearing a black suit. His hair is gelled, and he has a toothy grin—a change from his usual scowl. You smile at the sight of him.
“Happy Halloween!” you cheer, and he laughs. “Happy Halloween, sweetheart. What are you supposed to be? The devil?” he jokes. “Hardy-har-har. I’m an angel. But what are you? A CEO?” you ask, raking your eyes up and down his body.
The older man basks in your attention, his ears burning red.
“Actually, I’m a groom. Something different from the superhero thing, you know? It was the only thing I could come up with,” he sheepishly admits, and you wave his shyness away. “I love that! I never see anyone do something simple yet unique. But no decorations?”
You glance back at his front lawn and see nothing but withered flowers and yellow leaves from the neighbour’s over-arching tree. His porch simply has a bowl of candy with a threatening “TAKE ONE (1)” sign, assumingly written by Sarah.
“Nope. But there’s always next year!” he reassures. You giggle and nod your head. Your cheeks burn from smiling so much. Do you find him amusing? Or is it forced? Steve has numerous questions running through his mind, some exciting the butterflies in the attic that is his stomach, and some boiling his blood.
“C’mon in. No jacket? You must be freezing. You’re better than that, honey,” he chides like the father he is. He locks the door behind you—chain and all. “I didn’t think it’d be this cold,” you admit, removing your shoes. Steve takes them from you and places them on the rack where Peggy’s usual ankle boots would be.
You note the absence of her items and the lack of noise from the television. You don’t pay them much mind.
“Ah, rookie mistake. If you want, you can borrow a jacket from me,” he offers, picking up a stray black feather from the floor. You set your small backpack on the bottom step and follow his lead.
“So… What’s Sarah’s costume? She kept talking about being a minion, and then a cow, so I’m not too sure,” you laugh, and Steve does the same. “Peggy wanted her to be one of those Mario characters, but you know Sarah. Tonight, she’s Albert Einstein. Including the wig, of course.”
When you enter the clean living room, you expect to see her adorable face dressed as the notorious physicist. But she’s not there—and neither are the family photos.
“Um, sir, where is she?” you question, and he gestures to one of the sofas. You take a seat and wait for his return. He comes back with two drinks and hands you one of them. “Sarah is at her grandma’s. Peggy is at one of those parties she always goes to,” Steve coolly explains.
“Oh, are we going there? Or do you want me to stay back and give candy out?” You take a sip of your drink—a cherry limeade you once raved about to him. The sparkling water fizzles on your tongue. “No, she’ll be going trick-or-treating with her cousins.”
There’s a beat. A moment. And it lasts for a while.
“Uh, so what am I doing here?” you query. “Sweetheart. I’m a bit disappointed. You probably think that’s all I want you here for, don’t you? C’mon, you’re more than a babysitter to me.”
Steve places emphasis on his last word. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers, but I really don’t understand what you’re implying,” you profess, downing more of your drink out of sheer nervousness. Are you being fired? Are they moving? Did you do something wrong?
“Oh, honey, c’mere,” he says, even though he comes to you. He moves from his position across from you—standing tall in his full, towering height. Steve sits down next to you and places his large, warm hand on your cold left thigh. “Don’t be scared. M’not gonna hurt you. You’re not in trouble,” he says in a low tone.
When he’s this close to you, you can see the details of his face entirely. Whenever you’ve tried to admire him from afar, it’s like he knows when you’re looking.
“You’re so sweet… So pretty. I bet you’re nice and soft, too, hm? And you’ll be a good girl for me?” he asks, and you furrow your brows. You open your mouth to say something to him, but you’re quickly shut up with a searing kiss.
Steve presses his lips against yours, and it’s better than anything he could have ever imagined. The fantasies he’s had during those late nights or showers with his fist wrapped around his cock don’t even compare.
He takes charge, pushing his tongue inside your mouth and exploring within. His strong hands scoop you into his lap, one of them holding the back of your head. You lean back as Steve’s forwardness dominates you. You’re not sure what to do, so you place your palms on his shoulders and use a bit of force to try to push him away.
The married man doesn’t budge. It’s getting hard to breathe, and you feel like he’s sucked the air out of your lungs. You sink your teeth down lightly on what you think is his tongue, and he hisses as he pulls away.
“Sir– We can’t do this. It isn’t right. I– I mean, you’re my boss, and you have a wife—and poor Sarah, she doesn’t deserve this–”
“Fuck Peggy. Do you really think she cares? I don’t love her, never have. I only love you, darling. Now, what you just di–”
“Love me? Mr. Rogers, I think you’re mistaken. Maybe it’s just because we’re alone, or you and Peggy have been distant, but you don’t love me, Sir. I won’t mention this to anyone, I swear. And I’ll find another job if you’d like,” you breathlessly explain, shaking your head.
Steve shushes you with a snarl. “You’re not leaving me.” His voice is stern, and his tone says it all—there’s no arguing. “Please,” you try to get off the older man’s lap, but he holds onto you tightly. “We’re perfect for each other, honey. Don’t you see? Sarah loves you, and you love her. And look! I’m your groom, and you’re my angelic wife,” he exclaims, pulling the halo and ripping the wings off.
You gasp at his strength and audacity. You’d try to fight him, but you know you’d end up more hurt than anything. “Please don’t make this difficult,” he demands, adding your name. The mention makes you flinch, as he rarely says it.
“Look at those eyes… All blown out. I bet you’re soaking, aren't you?” Steve asks, but you don’t reply. His blue irises seem much darker in the dim lighting. His pupils are wide, and it’s like looking at a man who’s been possessed. “You’re probably making a mess of your panties, and we’ve barely even started. Does that always happen when you’re around me? Gosh, I bet you smell so sweet.”
His words make you whimper, and he smiles. “Oh, and look at those perfect tits,” he hums, groping them. Your nipples are stiff as peaks, and the rough touch from Steve has you shuddering. “Pl– Please,” you beg as he pulls at the nubs. The pain teeters on pleasure, and you squeeze your thighs to put an end to the thrumming at your core.
“‘Please,’ what, sweetie? Hm?”
“Please, Sir,” you whisper.
The title makes him groan. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting you,” Steve expresses. You don’t want to know. “Ever since we met… D’you remember that floral dress you wore? That you kept pulling up? God, I wanted to take you right there…”
You remember that day all too well. Seeing Mr. Rogers in all his glory was riveting, and the slight crush you developed lives on. Now—you’re not sure. Your brain is a mess, and you can’t think straight.
Your boss lifts you up bridal style, and he doesn’t let this go unnoticed. “See? We were meant for each other, honey. And we don’t even need a wedding.”
He sets you down on the bed in the room on the main floor. You’ve stayed here from time to time when Peggy likes to come out at two in the morning, and Steve is beyond worried for her.
Was it all a farce? You remember those times and how he never called her or insisted on picking her up.
Steve’s hands pull at your cheap dress, and he rips it down the middle. You regret your choice of not wearing a bra, but either way, it would’ve done nothing.
He cups your breasts, and you moan at the touch. He latches his mouth onto one nipple as he plays with the other. His mouth is skilled—his tongue flicking and teeth slightly grazing the sensitive skin.
Mr. Rogers’ fingers are just as talented. They pinch, pull, and twist at your other peak simultaneously. He switches eventually, and you’re a puddle beneath the imposing man.
Your back is arched slightly, and you’re practically pushing your chest into his face, and he chuckles. “So desperate. You need me so badly, don’t you?” he says, nodding his head and smiling when you mimic him for a split second. “Atta girl—so good for me.”
Steve pulls back, and you whine. He soothes you and pulls his jacket off. You can see the ripples of muscle beneath the white collared shirt. He unbuckles his belt with swiftness. You gnaw on your bottom lip despite its swollenness.
Soon, he’s back on you. Your boss hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and he pulls them down your legs, admiring the strings of slick that break from the distance. He pushes the cloth into his pocket, and you clench when you think of the things he’ll do with it later on.
In your mind is a tiny voice that chides your every wrongdoing—how you haven’t fought back as much as you should. But there’s a louder one that was once lovesick over the married man before you, and it’s far more convincing.
Steve spreads your legs and curses at the sight of your sopping cunt. You involuntarily clench from the exposure. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy, baby,” he murmurs, leaning over you. One arm keeps him up, and the other bends your knees, giving him better access.
His fingers slide against your folds, collecting wetness as he caresses your lips. You let out a pleasured sigh, secretly wishing he would stop tormenting you and just get it over with. “So sensitive, too. I bet you’ll make such a mess on my cock.”
You never knew Steve could have such a filthy mouth—and God, do his words have your head spinning.
He quickly finds your swollen, throbbing clit and lightly touches it. The sensations on your little pearl are mild, but they’re enough to have you writhing beneath Steve. He draws light circles with the tips of his fingers. Your mouths brush against each other, and he teases you until you’re whispering pleas against his lips.
“Shh… It’s okay, love,” he reassures. Once he knows he has you worked up enough, Steve pushes the first digit into your pussy. The intrusion has you gasping, which turns into a whimper when he shoves another in. “Lookatcha, honey. You’re takin’ my fingers like a champ. This cunt is so tight, though. I’m really gonna have to stretch ya to fit my cock in there.”
The idea of his large cock barely fitting inside you makes your muscles involuntarily constrict against Steve’s fingers.
It takes a moment for you to adjust to the intrusion, though your walls welcome him like a familiar friend. His fingers are longer and thicker than yours, and with ease, he reaches that sweet spot most boys your age miss.
Eventually, Steve begins to fuck you on his hand. His digits slide in and out of you with ease as he picks up the pace. The skin glistens from your slick, and it’s a sight to behold. He creates a scissor motion with his two fingers every now and then, stretching you out while having you at his mercy.
It doesn’t take long for your moans to get louder while your face forms a frown of pleasure. The squelching sound of your cunt and that build-up just above your core are tell-tale signs that you’re about to come. “Oh, sir…!” you wail, and Steve picks up the pace.
“I can feel that cunt clenching on me, honey. God, you’re so beautiful this way. C’mon, make a mess on my hand. Come for me,” he rasps, rubbing his cheek against yours.
Your eyes squeeze shut when you come undone on Mr. Rogers’ hand. Your aching hole squeezes his fingers, and he makes you ride your orgasm out. Your back arches, and you let out a loud moan as pleasure shocks every nerve in your body. The lewd sounds of your cunt are noisy.
You find yourself immediately wanting more, even though you shouldn’t.
“Good girl—such a good girl for me,” Steve coos before slowly sliding his fingers out your channel. Your inner walls already miss the presence of his digits. You struggle to catch your breath, but in the midst of it all, you hear your boss pull the zipper to his pants down.
“I can’t wait to get inside of you, sweetie. I need you so badly it hurts,” he says while pressing kisses against the side of your neck. Steve climbs on top of you as he frees his aching cock from the confines of his boxers.
He grips himself by the base, his entire hand wrapped around his hardness. He gives himself a few strokes as pre-cum leaks from his slit, sliding down his bulbous head. His size is marvellous, a raging purplish-red with a thick base. Steve slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, and you flinch from the unexpected jolt of pleasure. “Fuck…” he curses.
“Are you looking, sweetie? This is such a special moment for us—I hope you remember it well,” he hums in your ear, and out of your natural obedient instinct, you lift your head to where you two are about to be connected. The sight of Steve’s cock makes you whimper. “Shit, what a good little slut.”
He drags the head of his dick through your dripping folds, and then he pushes in. The sudden stretch causes your skull to fall back against the bed. You try to close your legs, but Steve’s presence makes that impossible. He refuses to let you hide what’s his.
The older man completely sheathes himself inside your pussy. The squelching sound has you cringing in shame, but that quickly disappears when the feeling of fullness takes over. Steve’s balls touch your ass when he bottoms out, and your breathing is rapid from the sensuality of it all.
A hand wraps around your throat—though gentle, it scares you at first. Your eyes meet with Mr. Rogers’, and he looks at you with what appears to be adoration.
“You feel just like heaven,” he simply tells you. “I’m never letting you go after this—never was plannin’ on it, anyway.”
Before you can even process his words, Steve starts to fuck you. His pace is slow at first, and he hits your sweet spot with ease—a feat most boys your age are incapable of. Your moans are wanton and loud, teetering on the verge of pathetic for someone who was fighting against him at first.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, and your reaction makes Steve smile. “You love this, don’t you? Yeah, always knew you needed a real man to fuck this cunt.”
His thrusts are a bit quicker now, and he pulls in and out of your wet pussy roughly. The sound of skin on skin is thunderous, nearly covering up the wet noises from your stickiness. His thick cock shines from your juices. Steve ruts into you like a starved man—because he is one.
His pelvic bone hits your clit every now and then, and his swollen, heavy balls are against the curve of your ass. He’s relentless in claiming you as his, sucking, biting, and licking at the skin on your neck.
“Oh my God—Steve–” you mewl, the pleasure blooming inside you almost too much to handle.
“What’s wrong, honey? Are you gonna come again?” Steve questions with faux pity. He punctuates each word with a thrust, fat cock pushing into your tightness. “What a pathetic little slut, making such a big mess on her boss’ cock. And I’m married too. You just can’t help it, can you?” he teases, and his filthy words have you squeezing his length from the filthiness. He lets a groan out from the feeling, and he keeps the fervour going.
That elastic band inside your stomach begins to tighten, and you can feel another orgasm build up quickly. “Go ahead. Make a mess on Daddy’s dick, baby,” he urges, and as if on command, you cream around his thickness.
Your back arches off the bed, but you don’t go anywhere far with Steve’s chest keeping you pressed down. Your hardened nipples rub against the cloth of his shirt, and the added friction makes your climax all the more breathtaking. The older man pounds into your cunt vigorously.
Stars appear in your vision until you come back down. Mr. Rogers doesn’t stop fucking you, forcing you to endure the overstimulation. Even with your legs shaking, he refuses to give up. “Good girl—such a good whore for Daddy,” he praises. The tip of his cock pummels against your G-spot continuously.
Your tits bounce with each push of Steve’s cock. Sometimes, he grazes your cervix, but the mild pain dulls away when he presses chaste kisses to your face and brutalizes your g-spot. “‘S too much,” you mumble, legs involuntarily trying to close. “Nu-uh—It’s enough when I say it’s enough. Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fill up that pretty pussy real soon,” he says, and as if on cue, there’s a change in the way he pounds into your cunt.
His thrusts become more sloppy, but they keep the same passion and desperation that he started everything with. There’s an intensity you can’t describe because it just feels so fucking good. The hand on your neck moves and begins to caress the rest of your body. Your pulsating walls hug him, practically refusing to let go. Your skin is hot and sticky, just like his—if not more.
Wandering hands grope your body, going pliant underneath Steve. Guttural groans leave Steve’s mouth while you’re gasping endlessly. “Shit—you were made for taking this dick, sweetie. I’m gonna fill you up until you’re leaking down your thighs,” he promises, and the threat of it sounds terrific to your fucked-out mind.
“Be a good girl and soak Daddy’s cock one more time,” he orders. The blur between your previous climax and the one that takes you over now has your head spinning. You grasp the bedsheets from the overwhelming pleasure. A silent scream leaves your mouth, which Steve accompanies with a grunt followed by a string of curse words. “Fuck.”
You squeeze Steve’s length tightly, soaking him in your wetness. Electric shocks run down your spine and unto every nerve in your body. You feel like you’re floating for a split second. You’ve never come that hard—ever. It’s difficult to breathe, and Mr. Rogers is mean enough to make you take the euphoria he’s doling out.
Wetness stains the skin that surrounds where you two are filthily connected. Your ass is sticky, and some of your cream stains the trimmed hair at the base of Steve’s shaft. It’s a mess—one he intends on adding to with his semen.
His cock twitches inside your pussy, and with a final shove, he stills with his pelvis pressed against your clit. Steve’s balls clench, and he shudders as he reaches his own high. Ropes of cum spurt from the fat tip of the older man’s cock, painting your insides. The feeling makes you whimper as you’re filled to the brim with his seed.
For a few moments, Steve stays in that position, catching his breath while he recovers from his orgasm. Your eyes dance along his face, taking in the pinched yet relaxed look he dons.
Eventually, your boss resurfaces from the depths of his climax. You’re more than exhausted and have half a mind to fall asleep right then and there.
But the sound of the front door opening and closing shocks you from your stupor. Worry is written all over your features when Steve looks at you. “Aw, don’t worry, honey,” he hums, and though it may seem impossible, you can feel him get harder inside your pussy,
Whether it’s your evident fright or the thrill of getting caught, you’re not sure. Both make you dizzy.
Peggy’s notable accent slurs a call for Steve. “Think we should put on a show for her?” he jokes, grinding his cock further into your pussy.
You’re sure that no matter what you say, he won’t listen. And what will follow will be a nightmare you can’t escape.
But those thoughts ebb away when you hear your other boss curse a storm and abruptly leave, even though she hasn’t walked in on the pornographic scene that’s taking place in the guest room.
“Well, there’s always next time—if she’ll even make it,” Steve grumbles under his breath, but the words are too vague for you to dwell on them. “Think you’re up for round two, love? I wanna play with those tits while you ride my cock.”
For the nth time, your body betrays you and tells him your true desires. Either way, he still would’ve gotten what he wanted. Steve Rogers always gets what he wants.
summary. | Your affair with your boyfriend’s dad escalates drastically.
prompts. | Steve Rogers + boyfriend’s dad + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + cum-play, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, cheating, age gap, restraints, cum-play, fingering, male masturbation, orgasm (f), Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
You can’t even begin to imagine what your boyfriend would say if he caught you.
Steve keeps telling you his son won’t be home anytime soon, but you doubt it. He has a way with words where he can get you to do anything, and that scares you.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” the older grunts, keeping your legs spread open with one of his strong hands. His skin is flushed and covered in sweat—you can’t help but admire him, even though you shouldn’t.
The affair should’ve ended ages ago, but every time you tried, Steve managed to convince you otherwise.
“I should’ve tied you up a while ago—I love seeing you like this, all vulnerable…” Steve says, and you wiggle your fingers just a bit. He’s got your hands above your head, wrists tied together with a piece of red silk. You still have feeling in your arms, but the knot is tight enough to prevent you from breaking loose.
Your boyfriend’s dad strokes his large cock, pre-cum dripping down and onto his pale hand. He stares at your cunt, admiring his work. Your clit is raw and puffy, and your hole is leaking with his cum. It drips down to your ass and then the bed, staining the navy blue sheets.
“Do you like it, sweetie?” Steve questions, looking up at you. You’re a panting, writhing mess, with your chest rising and falling. Your tits beckon him to play with them, and so he does.
The hand he used to keep your legs open—even though the special rope that he tied you to the bedposts with already does that—travels to your chest. He pinches at your hard nipples, and you whimper, pouting at the sensation.
“Uh-huh, I love it, Daddy,” you tell him, your mouth operating before your brain has time to even think about what he’s asked you. But it’s true—you love everything he does to you, even though you always fight him a bit at first. But Steve likes that; it makes him so hard. “I know you do, baby.”
Steve leans forward and takes one of your nubs into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth as he massages the other. He then switches, giving the other breast the same treatment until you’re saying, “Daddy… Please…”
You can feel the older man’s cock against your thigh, and you realize that you’re in need of another orgasm. When he’s around, you’re insatiable. Perhaps it’s the thrill of getting caught—the secrecy. Or maybe it’s just that Steve Rogers knows how to make you feel so good.
“What does my princess need? Hm?” he questions once he pulls his mouth off your tit, releasing your nipple with a resounding ‘pop!’. “Wanna come again, Daddy… Please?” you ask sweetly, giving Steve your best puppy-dog eyes.
You catch sight of the greys that decorate his hair, especially in his beard. You’ve told him how much you love them before, and afterwards, he ate you out until you were crying.
“Daddy’ll make you come again, baby. Don’t worry,” he tells you, and you thank him nicely. “You’re such a good girl,” Steve coos.
He stretches his dominant hand down to your messy pussy, and he rubs your folds just to tease you. You whine, and he chuckles. He reaches down to your leaking hole and groans when he feels just how wet you are.
“Daddy really filled you up, huh, baby?” Steve notes, dipping his fingers into the mixture of his seed and your arousal. He coats his digits in his cum and pushes in, shoving two fingers into your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, and Steve praises you for taking his digits so well. “Daddy’s best girl.”
Steve begins to fuck you with his fingers, sometimes pulling them out entirely to spread his cum all over your pussy. The wet sounds that come from your pussy are so loud, but your moans drown them out. He curls his fingers skillfully, reaching that sweet spot that has your legs shaking just a bit.
“Fuck! ‘M gonna come,” you whimper, and the older man curses. “Gonna come for Daddy? Go on, make an even bigger mess, baby,” Steve urges.
As he says this, you come undone around his fingers. Your walls clench him, and you thrash around a bit from the amount of stimulation.
“Good girl, so good for me,” Steve hums, and through your fucked-out stupor, you register the tell-tale chime of the sensor on the front door. Your boyfriend. He calls out, asking if anyone’s home.
Panic surges through you, and your stomach drops. Your sensual mood is immediately killed, and you try to wriggle out of the situation Steve has placed you in.
The older man chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that,” he says, and he doesn’t do anything to help.
“Steve! Untie me—he’s gonna catch us,” you spit through clenched teeth, scared and angry. “Mm, no,” he bluntly tells you, and you fight him even more. “Please! You can’t let him see us like this,” you reason, tugging at your restraints.
“I think it’s time he learns how much his girlfriend loves Daddy. Don’t you agree?”
summary. | Your stepfather wants to try something new with you.
prompts. | Steve Rogers + stepfather + “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” + face-sitting, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!stepfather!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stepcest, age gap, fear, captivity, oral (f), face-sitting, pet names, dirty talk, kind of mean!steve?, Daddy kink, allusions to somnophilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
Steve lays back against your bed, the one he forces himself into night after night.
“Daddy wants to try something new today, sweetie,” he tells you, patting his lap. You know what that means—he’s trained you very well. He never has to repeat himself, and you’re always a good girl for him. Well, you try most of the time. “Come here.”
You’re in your bra and underwear, nothing special, yet he prefers you with no clothes entirely. He swears you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, but he continues to taint you.
You straddle your step-father, and he uses his immense strength to pull you upwards, positioning your legs on each side of his head.
“Oh– What are you gonna do, D– Daddy?” you question, though you have a slight inkling. “Daddy’s gonna make you sit on his face, baby. And I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve tells you. His voice is deep, and it makes your pussy throb.
“But, won’t you get hurt?” you ask. You know he’s more than careful when it comes to these things, but you just want to be sure. You’re also trying to stall him and perhaps convince him to leave you alone for the day. “I won’t, honey. Don’t worry.”
You nod your head as you look down at him, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes are blown out entirely, dark with arousal. You hate this—you hate him. He’s got you stuck in this suburban house as he uses you—his stepdaughter—for his dirty pleasure.
“Really? What about your neck?” you continue, fiddling your fingers. “I know what I’m doing, princess,” Steve reassures, giving you a smile. You can never tell when it’s genuine. He’s a great liar, in contrary to you.
“I know, Daddy… I’m just a bit scared, s’all,” you feign sheepishness as you admit. It’s true—you’re absolutely terrified of your stepfather. He’s hurt you in ways that make your skin crawl, but you find that your body betrays you when your panties are soaked.
Steve grips the cloth that hides your core, and he tugs at it until it rips, giving him full access to your pussy.
The older man sighs heavily, jaw clenching as he closes his eyes. You’re worried he’ll lash out and really hurt you.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be playing this game?” he suddenly asks, tone harsh. You gulp thickly. “Wh– What game, Daddy?” you question, hands shaking from fright. “Stop pretending you don’t want this. I know how much of a dirty slut you are,” Steve spits, and before you can reply, he pulls you down onto his mouth.
All thoughts leave your mind when he licks a fat stripe on your pussy, lapping up all the creaminess you have to offer. You moan loudly, and he chuckles, the vibrations adding to the sensation of his skilled mouth on your core.
Your stepfather sucks on your clit, tongue flicking and swirling around the nub. He passes the wet muscle through your folds, teasing you by pretending he’ll insert it into your empty, aching hole.
You moan the title he’s demanded you always call him by, and Steve bucks his hips upwards, desperate for some friction himself. He shakes his head a bit, and you cry out, the pleasure blooming in your core increasing with every lewd movement he makes.
“Fuck, Daddy…” you whine, grinding your hips on his face just a bit. He hums against your wet cunt, and you feel yourself nearing your first climax of what surely will be many.
Steve taps your thigh twice as a sign that he gives you permission to come. “Th- Thank you, Daddy,” you pant, and your muscles twitch as you come on your stepfather’s mouth. He licks up all that you have to offer and then some, forcing you to ride out your high.
Your heart clamours inside your chest as Steve continues to eat you out.
Maybe he is right. You, indeed, are too old to play that game.
summary. | Mr. Barber’s feelings for his cleaner are more than professional.
prompts. | Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming, requested by @baalsgurl1913!
pairing. | Dark/Yandere!Andy Barber x female!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON (mostly dubious consent), abuse of power, stalking, yandere, obsession, spying, orgasm (f), large age gap (reader is legal), grooming/conditioning, gaslighting/manipulation, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
You’ve always had a soft spot for Mr. Barber—and it seemed he had one for you, too.
You would clean the Barbers’ house every now and then when Andy and Laurie’s jobs made them too busy, and their son couldn’t bother to learn how to help out. You didn’t mind it. They paid a good amount and were always so kind to you.
But that was before it happened. And now Mr. Barber hires you because he’s grief-stricken, and you’ve known him for so long.
It’s not hard to tidy up behind him. He has manners, and you can’t help but feel bad for him. Andy’s entire life fell apart, and everyone watched in amusement.
Everyone except for you. No, you would never. You’re a good girl; he knows it. So sweet with your patterned dresses and adorable sweaters. You tell him ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ for every little thing, giving him those eyes that make him want to wreck you on the spot.
It really isn’t his fault that he watches you outside your work hours. He has to keep you safe anyway—don’t you know there are dirty criminals on every corner? And, plus, you made him do this. You’re too pure, too wholesome—and all his. Even though you don’t know it yet.
“That’s it for today, sir. Is there anything else you need?” you hum, light jacket on your shoulders with your purse on the chair since you just polished the countertops. “Actually, there is something else you could do for me,” Andy says, grunting as he stands up from his spot on the couch.
He stayed there the entire time, making sure you did your job well. You didn’t mind.
“Oh, what is it?” you ask, already shrugging your windbreaker off. “Have a drink with me?” he offers, walking to the fridge. He grabs a beer for himself and a coke for you, knowing that you wouldn’t want to drive home with alcohol in your system. But you don’t have to worry. Not anymore, at least.
“Er, thank you. You’re always so kind to me, sir,” you tell him, sitting down on the couch. He joins you, his thigh touching yours. You involuntarily try to make yourself smaller, nervously giggling at the contact. When you look up at the much older man, he looks different. Pained, almost, with dark eyes and a clenched jaw. Is he upset? Did you do something wrong? Worry gnaws at you.
Andy looks down at you and remembers when you first started working for him. It was a warmer day than usual, and he had come home early at Laurie’s request. She was worried a young thing like you—who had turned eighteen a few months prior—would steal something valuable from the house.
She didn’t know that the only priceless thing had become you, and the worth of their home would decrease drastically when you weren’t there.
You take a sip of your chilled drink, resisting the urge to chug it after all your hard work.
Andy places a hand on your thigh, but you don’t think much of it. He’s done this before, especially when he feels you’ve been exceptionally good that day.
“Y’know, honey… I really appreciate you coming here so often,” he starts, patting your leg. You smile, slightly embarrassed by the attention. “Really. I mean, you’ve put up with me for so long—through everything…”
You nod sympathetically, knowing what he’s referring to.
“I just feel like I owe you. More than a raise or a gift,” Andy admits, and you start shaking your head. “No sir, really. I’m fine—thank you for everything. I already have so much,” you say. He quirks an eyebrow.
“Do you?” he asks, puzzling you. You take a larger gulp of the Coke. “Yeah…”
“Don’t lie, sweetie. I know you don’t. Going back to that little matchbox of yours? With your slob of a roommate waiting for you to clean her messes?” he scoffs, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean, sir?” you question.
“You know what I mean. I’ve seen it all, honey. I can give you so much more—haven’t I already?” he reasons, and it’s only when you feel a chill of air that you realize that your dress has been lifted up, and he can see your underwear. Oddly, you don’t fight him.
It’s Mr. Barber—kind, sweet Mr. Barber, who cracks dad jokes and isn’t afraid to order pizza nearly daily. He’s been touchy before, but you’ve never paid any mind to it. Maybe that’s how he shows love.
“And please, call me Andy. You’ll have to, eventually,” he says, inching his fingers closer to your core. Your breathing gets heavy from nerves and desire. “I– I just don’t get it, sir—I mean, Andy. I’m a little scared?…” you confess, and he coos at you.
“That’s alright, sweetie. I’m here for you. Don’t you know how much I love you? I would never hurt you.”
His words make you dizzy. You feel his large, warm hand dip into your panties, and you let out an exhale. You’ve got a vice-like grip on the glass bottle he gave you, but it nearly slips when Andy finds your clit with ease.
“Now, I know you’re young and all…” he starts, rubbing slow circles on your nub. He can feel your wetness, and it takes all of him to not pounce on you right then. You gasp from the pressure, and your free hand reaches down to grab his wrist, but you don’t push him away. Instead, you keep him there as if he has threatened to pull his hand away and leave you a writhing mess on his couch.
“Think an old man like me can keep up?” he asks, and your eyes flash to his face. He’s got mild wrinkles and a slew of greys peppered into his hair and beard. You’ve always admired the look, even though he was married. “It’s been a while, but I can go a few rounds. You get me so hard, honey.”
You quickly come undone on your boss’ fingers, and he drinks in the sight, even though it certainly isn’t the first time he’s seen you have an orgasm. And it will never be the last.
summary. | Your number one fan turns out to be someone far more sinister.
prompts. | Pete Brenner + Camgirl + “I can’t help it. I love you too much.” + Dumbification, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Pete Brenner x fem!camgirl!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stalking, spying, camgirl, private session, power imbalance, age gap, masturbation (male and female), use of a dildo, delusion, dumbification, Daddy kink, pet names, mild overstimulation, smut, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
You start a new live for your ten or so customers. Some are regulars; most are dawdlers who just need jerk-off material. You’re happy to oblige as long as your bills are getting paid. You don’t aim to rise on the ranks of the site like others. You just want to get by.
That’s what it is, right? You swore to yourself that you’d stop eventually. Eventually…
You wait patiently, fiddling with the slip you’re wearing. It’s lavender-coloured, and you bought it with the tips you got from your last show. When you send the notification, you position yourself in a sultry yet casual pose.
The interlude is the most excruciating part. It’s when your negative thoughts emerge, and you wonder if you’re really cut out for this. You stare off and lose focus until your computer gives you a ping!
A viewer has joined. You recognize the username, D4ddy_P3te83. He watches your streams often but isn’t much of a regular attendee, especially on Sunday nights. His profile picture is of a swanky car, one you sort of recognize.
“Hey, you,” you greet, turning your charm on. He surpasses the paywall, and you can see he’s typing in the chat. You sip your water and read his message once it pops up.
Hey, princess. Slow night?
You laugh, a sweet giggle that mixes with your genuine chuckle. “Yeah, sort of. You have a good day?” you ask, leaning back a bit. He gets a good view of your tits.
I had a shit day. I was hoping you could make it better.
You pout playfully. “Aw, well, I could definitely help. What do you want me to do?” you question, biting your bottom lip.
How about a private session? I’ll pay whatever.
Then comes the offer—$1300. Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. The blue button is exceptionally enticing.
You don’t consider the offer for long. He seems well-off with his promise and tender. Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just masturbation.
“Sure! Just give me a few seconds. Thank you for the offer—I’ll make sure to give you the best session ever.”
He sends you a wink emoji as you click ‘Accept,’ waiting as the screen loads.
When you’re in, you give him a wide grin. You deduce from his username that he likes to be called Daddy, and you do exactly that.
“Hi, Daddy… Thank you for the gift, you’re so kind,” you tell him, but his screen is black. You wait a few seconds, and then he turns his camera on, along with his microphone.
You’re greeted with the pleasant sight of a handsome man, indeed older than you. He screams finance, but you don’t comment.
“Fuck, you sound so sexy when you say that,” he growls. “The name’s Pete, though. I doubt I should tell you that, but I can’t help it. I love you too much,” Pete quickly explains, and you repeat his name with a hum just to make him chuckle. You ignore his words—he’s probably lonely. You just feel bad for him.
“Do you want me to keep calling you Daddy?” you ask, running your hands all over your body. He moans at the sight and nods. “Yeah, I’m your Daddy, baby,” Pete tells you, and you smile. His voice is deep and husky. “And how does Daddy want me, hm? I’ll do anything,” you whimper, pulling down the straps of your dress.
Your bare breasts are on display for him, and you squeeze and palm the supple flesh. You tweak your nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. He groans.
“That flesh-coloured dildo—I wanna see you fuck yourself on that,” Pete tells you, and you spot it in your collection on the bed. You reach for it, arching your back and wiggling your ass for him to see. “You’re so hot,” he says.
“Heh, thank you, Daddy. You’re so good to me,” you moan, laying back on the many pillows you have. You spread your legs and reveal to Pete that you’re not wearing any panties. Your folds glisten with wetness, clit puffy and aching to be touched.
“Fuck—that pussy’s just beggin’ to get fucked. You wet for Daddy already, princess?” Pete asks, and you nod your head. You have a pout of pleasure on your face, giving him puppy eyes. “Uh-huh. All for you, Daddy,” you tell him.
“Good girl—I bet all you’re thinking of is getting split open with my cock, aren’t ya? Just a dumb little slut, always needing dick,” he grunts, and though his words are harsh, the filthiness has you whimpering.
You slap the tip of the dildo against your clit, jolting from the sensation as your legs twitch. “Mhm… ‘M just a dumb whore for Daddy,” you continue. You watch as Pete spits into his hand and adjusts his computer so that you can see his dick. It’s thick and long—red and leaking with pre-cum. You dart your tongue out to wet your lips.
You drag the toy through your folds almost impatiently, getting yourself worked up and the plastic soaked enough. “I’m so much bigger than that dildo, honey. You’d cry if I fucked you,” Pete says, and you can tell that his words are true. “Promise?”
“Of course. Anything for my best girl.”
Slowly, you insert the dildo into your weeping hole, and you moan loudly. You spread your legs wider for Pete to see, and he curses at the sight. “Yeah, that’s it. Take that dick like the stupid little slut you are,” he growls, pumping his cock with more fervour.
Once you adjust to it, you begin to fuck yourself with the dildo. The fake ridges and veins stroke your inner walls and hit your sweet spot, and your other hand rubs at your clit. Pete matches your pace and talks you through the entire thing, urging you to come when he realizes you’re close.
“Yeah, that’s it. Make a mess on that dick, you dumb baby. Pretend it’s Daddy’s and soak it,” he demands, and you cry out loudly. Once your climax hits, you try your hardest to keep your legs open. You soak the dildo in your juices, and your eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure is euphoric—practically overwhelming as your chest rises and falls rapidly.
You ride your orgasm out, thanking Pete for letting you come. He reaches his own orgasm, ropes of cum spurting on the tip and landing on his hand and the surface in front of him.
As you both pant, with satisfactory smiles, Pete sends you another payment. This one is much smaller, but you take it in gratitude. “Use that to buy a bigger toy, princess. We gotta get you trained for when I fuck you,” he says, and you laugh at his words.
“Okay, Daddy,” you promise, wincing as you pull the dildo out of your cunt. “I mean it. I’m gonna take you everywhere in your little apartment. On that couch, in the kitchen, on the balcony. We’ll have so much fun,” Pete continues, and your smile falters.
“Oh, and when you use your showerhead, turn the pressure up. You’ll come much quicker that way,” he tells you with a wink, and you remember your actions from this morning and almost every other time you’ve taken a shower.
You stare at the computer in horror and watch as he turns his camera to the window, where you can see your building across the way. He turns it back and winks at you before shutting the session down, leaving you richer and more scared than ever.
