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Absolution
andy barber x mob boss!fem!reader
prompt: where worlds collide and days are dark.
summary: his job means he should destroy you and your empire. but andy barber buried his conscience with his family, and you’re the only thing that still makes him feel alive.
warnings/tags: SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, enemies with benefits, dom!andy, light choking, slight canon divergence (implies laurie and jacob are dead), dark romance vibes, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day two of the january jumble scribbles - this was such an interesting prompt (from skyfall?), wasn’t sure how to make it smutty at first, but i quite like how i ended up using it. first time writing andy, and i had a lott of fun with it! i need this man soo bad.
word count: 391 (oops again 🫣 if this was a challenge to keep it under 400, i'd be nailing it so far...)
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You’re bent over your desk, pussy dripping on the ledgers and laundered books he swore he’d seize as evidence.
“Fuck—if you didn’t squeeze my cock like this,” Andy groans, one hand fisting your hair, “you’d be rotting in a cell right now.”
You moan for him, loud and shameless, because it makes him angrier. Makes him fuck you harder, like he’s chasing oblivion. Like if he just buries himself deep enough, your heat might thaw the cold that grief carved out.
“Lucky me,” you purr, grinding back. “ADA Barber’s got a soft spot for crime bosses with tight cunts.”
He’s still in his suit, sleeves rolled, pants shoved down, cock buried to the hilt in the same body he promised he’d put behind bars. You’re half-naked beneath him, legs trembling from how hard he’s fucking you.
Your pussy always makes him forget he’s supposed to be a good man.
“You like being bent over your empire, sweetheart?” Andy pants, thrusting harder, cock dragging against every spot that makes your walls pulse around him. “I should drag your pretty ass to holding. Cuff you and keep you there.”
You laugh, wicked. “Cuffs are in the drawer if you want a test run.”
He growls in response. His hand wraps around your throat, hauling you upright against his chest, arching your back so his cock slams into that perfect, unforgiving spot. Your vision blurs. You cry out his name, shaking, cunt clenching hard enough to make him swear.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “All this power and you still come on my cock so fucking pretty.”
He fucks you through your release, until you’re sobbing and pliant in his arms, and the fight drains out of you completely.
“Be a good girl,” Andy snarls, breath hot against your ear. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” you choke out a gasp, the sound almost swallowed by the slap of skin as he keeps driving into you.
That’s what breaks him.
Andy growls low in his chest, hips jerking and control shattering as he spills deep inside you. His teeth sink into your shoulder like it’s the only way to keep from falling apart completely.
Because he’s the law and you’re the rot beneath it. He shouldn’t orbit your fire.
But where worlds collide and days are dark, Andy Barber finds absolution between your thighs.
thanks for reading! if you enjoyed please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3 i'd especially love to know if any of these little snippets that i'll be posting across the month for the january jumble scribbles inspire any ideas that could be developed into a full fic!
Big Bad 28
Warning: age gap, verbal and physical abuse, dark elements….
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: silverfox!Andy Barber (mob au)
Note: If you’ve got a problem with slow burn then you’ve got a problem with me and I suggest you let that one marinate.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
Fridays are usually a relief. Not today. You barely have the energy or clarity to get through your singular class. You can’t tear your mind away from the night before. How can so little time change so much?
It’s happened before. You remember those nights you went to sleep and the next you woke up without a mother. You grieve for that little girl who believed she wouldn’t leave again. Who even hoped that if her mom did go, she’d take her with her. That never happened.
You know this is different. Andy isn’t going to leave you alone. You already told him to. You gave him every reason to. You gave him back everything he gave but he just put it all right back in your lap. His control is overwhelming and confusing.
Is it control? He’s not asking you to pay him back. He’s not making you work for it.
Not like when your dad had you scrub the floors for your first package of tampons. All the while, he reminded you how disgusting you were. He didn’t make you change three times before leaving the house; he didn’t set a timer when you went to the corner store.
It doesn’t feel like a collar around your neck. You can’t quite understand the feeling. There’s that weight of suffocation in your chest but there’s something else. A lightness. A trickle of hope. You can’t help but imagine what it could be like to let him take it all over. To just stop thinking and let Andy decide. He’s good at that.
He told you, over and over. You want to believe him but there’s that little girl crying in that empty house. He’s shown you how nice he can be, how much he can do for you, but you just can’t make yourself believe that this is more than temporary. He will leave, or at the very least cast you out. You can’t let yourself succumb to naivety. Not this time.
No, you can be cautious. Enjoy that time while it lasts. Put your pennies away for after. Make sure that there is an after.
You leave class wrapped up in your inner turmoil. As you shuffle along with your peers, following the sound of their squeaking soles, your stomach bubbles giddily. You stop at the top of the staircase and step to the side, out of the way of those impatient to top up their caffeine addiction or get started on their Friday night hurrah.
You smirk and bite your lip. There’s that needling thought in the back of your head. The naughty one that makes you want to melt to a puddle.
You’ve seen the movies about wild coeds, about all sorts of scandalous and obscene antics. Movies about professors and students breaking the rules behind closed doors, of frat parties bursting at the seams with alcohol and nudity. Everly dragged you into the latter one too many times, but the former…
An older man.
You shiver and lean on the wall as you grip the straps of your knapsack. Your chest flutters and you feel suddenly nauseous. It’s not like you never thought of men, maybe even a few women, but you just never chased it. You never thought of it being real.
You saw how it goes. You saw your father lashing out, your mother covered in bruises. Then Everly, look at how that went. And your aunt and her stories of men robbing her blind after nights out, or refusing to get off her damn couch.
This seems too good to be true. No, it’s just that early stage when it’s all perfect and pretty. Don’t let it go past that. Protect yourself first.
Don’t be like them.
Your face falls as your pocket vibrates. You dig out the phone Andy forced into your hand when he dropped you off. You’re not surprised it’s him texting.
‘Everything okay? Waiting.’
Your lip trembles. Are you really going to do this? You close your mouth and a tingle ripples over you. You can still feel his warmth and the tickle of his fingertips on your skin.
‘Omw. Srry'
You shove the phone away and barrel down the stairs. Stop thinking. This is the one moment in your life when you can do that.
You go out into the wet aftermath of the morning showers. Andy waits in front of the gate to the paid parking. You pick up your pace. He’ll get a ticket if he idles there.
You open the door and drop into the car. You gulp down a breath, only then realising you’d stopped. Andy leans over and startles you. He kisses between your cheek and temple.
“How was it, sweetheart?”
You flinch and settle your knapsack on your lap. “Um… just class.”
“Uh huh,” he sits back. “Buckle up.”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” you stutter. “Thanks for coming to get me. I… I could’ve–”
“No more buses. If I’m around or not, I’ll make sure you get to where you need to be,” he insists.
“Oh, well, the pass is part of our tuition–”
“Don’t worry about it.” He backs out and spins the wheel, joining the sluggish line of cars trawling through the oblivious pedestrians crossing without looking. “Let me worry about things, alright?”
“Mm, okay. I guess…”
“You guess,” he echoes.
You shrug. “Sorry, it’s just… all so…” your voice trails off as your phone shakes again. You ignore it. “Well, I… I’m just… tired. It’s been a long two days…”
Your phone starts again. You can hear the buzz. So can Andy.
“Who’s that?” He asks.
You lean to one side and dig out the phone. It’s your dad. You have missed calls from the days of separation from the device and more from today.
“My dad. I can call him back.”
“He’s been calling for a while…” He drawls.
You cluck and huff. “Yeah, well, uh…”
“You think he’s worried?” Andy asks.
You nearly scoffed. You’re embarrassed to let on that your dad would never worry about you. Not like that. Only what he can get from you.
You chew your lip and answer, putting the phone to your ear as you lean away from Andy.
“Hello.” You answer.
Your father grumbles.
You stare at the top of your bag. You are overly aware of the presence next to you. You sniff.
“Hello, sir.”
“Bout time you fucking answer.” He snarls.
“I'm sorry–”
“Don't give me this shit about school. I know it ain't that hard.” He snarls. “Now I been wasting my time tryna get through to you. I got bills to pay and you're not helping none. Running around at some fucking college.”
You shrink down. This is why you didn't want to answer. Your hands are sweaty as your vision blurs.
“I don't why you're fucking wasting the money when you owe me a fuckton.” He goes on.
“Hey, everything okay…” Andy asks quietly as he touches your arm.
You jolt and the phone shifts in your hand.
“What's that? You fucking around–”
The phone slips entirely and you scramble to catch it. Your thumb smears the screen and your dad's voice comes full force over the speaker. You stare in horror as his rant is broadcast for Andy to hear.
“A slut. Just like mommy, huh? I heard that. You got some boy there. Well, forgive fucking me for interrupting you. Hope you're at least getting paid for being a fucking whore–”
Andy swipes the phone before you can turn the volume off. You squeal as he scoops it up in front of his mouth, his other hand firmly on the wheel.
“That's no way to talk to your daughter.” He sneers.
“And who the fuck are you? Oh, don't you sound all tough and mighty. Bet you're 120 soaking wet, huh, boy?”
“You need to apologise.” Andy ignores your father's snipes.
“Fuck off.”
“Now.” Andy grits.
Your father guffaws. “Why? You know I ain't wrong. You're fucking her and all that.”
“I don't give second chance but you can apologise right now –”
“Or what?” Your father spits. “Having fucking fun with the leech. I don't fucking want her. Never did.”
The call clicks and Andy keeps the phone hovered just over the wheel. He taps the side button and slides it into the cupholder. You sit in silence, humiliated and hot.
He flips on his signal and pulls into the library lot. You stare down, eyes barely open as you fight back tears. He shifts into park.
You don't move. You don't even look at him. He undoes his seatbelt. You stay frozen in the passenger seat.
He grabs your knapsack and shoves it down onto the floor. He clicks the buckle of your seatbelt and it repels. He reaches to untangle your shoulder then grips it.
He angles you in your seat and draws you close. He wraps his other arm around you as he leans over the space between your seats. His hand brushes up to your head and he pets your hair as he guides your face into his neck. His other hand spreads over your side as he hugs you snugly.
“It's alright, sweetheart.” He holds you as he breathes into your hair. “I'm gonna take care of you… and I'm gonna take care of him too.”
a good neighbor ⟨part 3⟩
part 1 ☀️ part 2 ☀️ part 3
pairing: neighbor!andy barber x female reader
summary: the day after your neighbor puts on a show for you, your relationship finally takes the next step as feelings come to light.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, porn with feelings, unspecified age gap, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pool sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, cockwarming, tit/nipple play, biting, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, daddy kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), aftercare, happy ending
word count: 6.0k
a/n: whew, i feel like i've been racing against the coming fall to get this fic done 😅 i know it's not technically fall until next week, but everyone's already talking about it so much!! so anyway here's the conclusion to the series—we've got some sweet emotional confessions and of course some smutty smut. hope y'all enjoy!! ♡
The next day dawned bright and beautiful, and warmer than it had been all week. Summer was putting up a fight against the oncoming fall, and you were glad for it—for what it meant.
For a little while, you lazed in bed after waking, basking in the excitement for what was to come on that particular Sunday. Your neighbor, Andy Barber, was going to come over, and the two of you were finally going to do something about the desire-filled tension between you.
Giddy with enthusiasm to start your day, you hopped out of bed when it was still early in the morning, especially for the weekend. But you’d waited as long as you could, so you eagerly got ready with a bounce in your step and a smile on your face.
From your closet, you pulled the skimpiest bikini you owned, one that was little more than tiny scraps of fabric held together by thin strings. It left nothing to the imagination, and it gave you a sense of satisfaction to imagine how the buttoned-up lawyer-next-door would react to seeing you in it.
Flouncing downstairs, you paused only briefly to make an iced coffee and grab one of your smutty romance novels before making your way outside.
The patio around your pool was drenched in warm, golden sunlight, a soft breeze blowing through your yard to keep the heat bearable. You took a deep breath, soaking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and the late summer flowers of your garden—a mix of zinnias and black-eyed susans.
You loved this time of year, when the high heat of summer had burned off, leaving the smoldering, delicious warmth of August’s cooler nights and bright sunny days. If you could live your entire life in one slice of a season, it would be this.
Bubbly joy filled your chest and a bright grin was spread across your face as you made yourself comfortable on your favorite sun lounger—the one that had a perfect view of the kitchen window in the Barber house.
You didn’t see the smudge of shadow that meant Andy was inside, which sent a tiny pang of disappointment curling through your belly, but you reminded yourself it was still early. Perhaps the 40-something lawyer needed to sleep in after all the excitement of yesterday.
That thought had you smirking to yourself and you flipped your book open to a page you knew well. You’d read this particular romance novel before, so you knew exactly where to find your favorite smutty sex scene. Settling into the lounger, you sipped your coffee and began to read.
By the time you felt the familiar electric current zip down your spine that meant Andy Barber was watching you, your body was already warm with desire. The book had done the trick and your arousal was already making a mess of the scrap of fabric between your thighs.
Lifting your eyes from your book, you caught a glimpse of Andy’s shadow in the window of his kitchen before he disappeared. It was so much like those mornings when he’d disappeared after simply watching you that your heart dipped unpleasantly, but it perked up a moment later when Andy stepped out his back door.
Your body shifted on the sun lounger, almost without your notice, crossing your legs enticingly and arching your spine so your tits were pushed up, straining against the thin strings of your bikini. Your nipples were already hard and aching, clear as day against the thin fabric of your suit.
The closer Andy got, the more his expression darkened with desire. His blue eyes were raking unabashedly over your body, feasting on every inch of exposed skin like it was a meal only for him—which, of course, it was. Surely he knew that by now…
“Is this all for me, sunshine?” Andy rumbled, his voice gruff with barely leashed lust as he came to a stop next to your lounger, casting a shadow across your face.
Setting your book aside, you skated your fingertips teasingly up your thigh and over your hip, toying with the ties of your bikini for a moment before moving higher. You heard the hitch in Andy’s breath when your fingers traced the curve of your tits, and a smile tugged slowly on the corners of your lips.
“It’s always been all for you, Mr. Barber,” you said huskily, catching Andy’s eye and arching your body toward him in a sensual, lustful presentation.
For a moment, Andy’s jaw just worked, the muscle popping as he chewed over what to say. While you waited for him to decide, you were gratified to see the bulge growing in his jeans. Your fingertips lightly teased your aching nipples, your smile growing when his cock twitched in his pants.
“You’re too good for me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, and the tenor of his voice had the breath rushing out of you.
The fear that Andy might pull away before you’d ever really had him struck deep in your heart and you sat up quickly, grabbing his hand. You laced your fingers through his until your palms were pressed together and you peered up at him, letting him see the genuine honesty in your eyes as you spoke.
“I want this, Andy,” you said, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling it to your chest. You pressed the back of his hand against your sternum, so he could feel the way your heart raced. “I want you.”
“You want a divorced, 40-something lawyer who works too much and has no idea how to do this anymore?” Andy asked, gesturing between the two of you with his free hand, bitterness dripping from his tone. His face was guarded, but you could’ve sworn you saw something deep in his eyes, something that looked like hope.
Spurred on by that spark in his gorgeous blue eyes, you pushed yourself up to standing, gratified when Andy didn’t step back. Your bodies were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a moment, you basked in the feeling of him. It was the first time you’d ever been so close.
Andy Barber was hotter than the sun in his simple jeans and t-shirt, a hint of the silver chain he wore around his neck peeking out. You couldn’t help the way your body swayed into him, not quite touching, but aching to. Instead, you squeezed his hand again, still holding on.
“I want the man who’s my hot, friendly, charming neighbor, the generous man who always offers to mow my lawn or carry my groceries even when he’s busy,” you said, speaking slowly to make sure Andy heard every word you said. “I want the man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every time he looks at me—the one who drives me so wild that I’ve been showing off for him all summer hoping he’d finally take a hint and ask me out.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt laid bare after your pronouncement. You felt so much more vulnerable admitting your feelings than you ever had showing off your body, and you wondered briefly—morosely—if Andy would leave you hanging like he did all those other mornings.
Andy was quiet for a long time, his eyes searching your face like he was looking for any hint that you weren’t being entirely truthful. However, you had nothing to hide. You’d told him how you felt, how you’d been feeling all summer, and it was up to him to figure out how to handle it.
“He sounds like kind of an idiot,” Andy rumbled, raking his free hand through his fluffy brown hair. The gesture was uncertain, but there was a glimmer of humor in his gaze, and in the flickering corners of his mouth. “Maybe you’d be better off with someone else.”
You could hear the insecurity in his tone, and a sad smile curved your lips. He’d barely finished the sentence before you were shaking your head.
“He’s the one I want,” you said simply, closing the distance between your bodies and pressing lightly against Andy’s chest. For a second, your head spun at the exhilarating feeling of him, but you refocused, pressing his hand to your sternum again. “My heart’s set on him.”
Andy took a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your aching nipples and sending a delicious shiver down your spine. It took all your self-control to hold yourself back from rubbing against him and begging him to fuck you. Somehow, you knew Andy just needed time, so you gave it to him.
“Well, sunshine,” Andy murmured, cupping your cheek in his big palm. His touch was cool compared to the warmth of the sun and you nuzzled into him, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you stared into his handsome face. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” you said quickly, just to drive your point home that you were sure.
You were rewarded with Andy’s soft smile and his even softer, “Alright.” He ducked his head, pressing his forehead to yours.
Inside your chest, your heart soared. Andy Barber was finally going to give you what you wanted—him. You were so sure he was going to kiss you, a buzzy awareness filling your body as you tipped your head back, ready to slant your lips to his. You could taste the coffee on Andy’s breath, and you wanted to lick the taste from his lips.
But before your mouths could connect, Andy was pulling away, leaving you feeling bereft. A cry of protest rose in your throat, but you swallowed it down when he dropped a quick kiss to your knuckles, which stopped you from feeling too disappointed.
There was a smirk flirting around the edges of Andy’s mouth, and there was a heated promise in his gaze as he stared at you. It only took a second for you to realize that Andy wanted to have a little fun before you took things further—and he’d rightly guessed that if you kissed, you didn’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from jumping him.
“How about that dip in the pool?” Andy asked, back to his charming, friendly self—back to the game the two of you had been playing. “It’s another scorcher today, and I could use a little relief.”
It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Andy that you needed some relief from the heat swirling in your core, but you were too curious about what he was up to. So you let him pull his hand from yours and gestured welcomingly to your pool. “By all means…”
Then, right in front of you, Andy Barber began to strip.
Reaching behind his back, he tugged his shirt over his head, ruffling his fluffy brown hair and revealing the wide expanse of his broad, golden chest. There was so much to look at, and all you could do was stare.
Andy’s shoulders were deliciously broad, his pecs covered in a dusting of dark brown hair that led down to his belly, and even further down… His skin was also decorated in a smattering of freckles that ran up his toned arms and across his collarbones, which were highlighted by the silver chain he always wore.
There was a layer of softness to Andy’s body that belied the strength you knew resided in his corded muscles, and it only made you ache for him even more. The tight coil of need in your belly wound even tighter as your gaze followed the path of hair down to his belly, where it disappeared into his jeans.
“Ya like what ya see, sunshine?” Andy asked, his tone friendly and teasing, but there was an undertone to it that revealed his own lust. It occurred to you, suddenly, that he liked it when you looked at him just as much as you liked the feeling of him watching you.
The realization had your mouth curving into a smirk, and you wrenched your gaze up to Andy’s face to let him see the naked desire in your eyes.
“Oh, I like it very much, Mr. Barber,” you murmured huskily, teasingly skating your fingertips down your sides to play with the ties of your bikini. “I’m feeling a little hot and bothered, might need to join you in the pool.”
At that, Andy grinned, his eyes dipping down your body to rake appreciatively over the way you looked in your skimpy bikini. It made you practically glow with pride and you grinned back, your own gaze greedily wandering his body.
In his jeans, Andy’s cock was hard and bulging, and you could imagine it was beginning to get uncomfortable. It was a good thing, then, that he made quick work of shucking off his jeans and socks, leaving them with his shoes by the sun lounger beside yours.
Andy reached out, brushing his fingers over the back of your hand as he walked past, moving toward the pool. His touch sent tingles dancing through your body, and you desperately wanted to grab him and drag him back, but you wanted to see how this played out first.
“Join me whenever you want, sunshine,” Andy said, before pausing next to you and catching your eye. “Until then, enjoy the show.” He brushed a quick kiss to your cheek, his beard rasping against your skin and sending a shiver of delight down your spine.
Then he was gone, strolling to the edge of the pool and executing a smooth dive into the cool water.
Your legs felt weak, all the blood in your body rushing between your thighs, where you were throbbing with need, so you sank down onto your sun lounger. You watched with breathless anticipation thrumming in your blood as Andy cut a clean line through the water, swimming laps like he didn’t have a significant bulge between his thighs.
You were too riled up to sit still for long, and when you couldn’t stop squirming on the lounger, you gave up the pretense of watching to walk to the edge of the pool. There, you sat down, dipping your feet into the pool and letting its coolness give you some relief.
For a little while, you watched Andy swim laps, his golden skin a contrast to the bright blue water. Leaning back on your hands, you kicked your feet idly as you watched him unabashedly, your eyes taking in the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin, the curve of his trim waist and the perfect flex of his ass and thighs.
When he finally came to a stop, treading water in the middle of your pool, he looked around and grinned when he found you sitting on the edge. Swimming over, his hands gripped the lip of the pool on either side of your hips, a shameless grin on his handsome face.
Andy made a show of looking at you, his eyes lingering on the plushness of your thighs pressed against the stone edge before dragging slowly up to your tits and peaked nipples. His gaze felt like a physical caress, it was so intent on your body, and your tits bounced a little as your breathing quickened.
Finally, Andy’s eyes collided with yours, and you sucked in a gasp at the sheer amount of heat in his gaze. It perfectly matched the desire burning in your belly. You wanted to jump him so bad, but you tried to act as if you were indifferent to the hot older man in front of you.
“How’s the pool? Refreshing?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the tension swirling thickly around you and your neighbor. However, your voice was so breathless, you still sounded as if you were panting like you were in heat.
Andy noticed, the corner of his mouth curving up into a ridiculously self-satisfied smirk. The expression was so distinctly masculine, it made your core clench and you squirmed a little, pressing your thighs together for some semblance of relief.
“It’s perfect,” he purred and you nearly trembled at the seductive heat in his voice. “And it’s even nicer with you sitting on the edge, looking so pretty in your little swimsuit while you watch me.”
“Andy.” His name was a helpless exhalation, your heart racing faster in your chest the longer you stared at your handsome neighbor. Up close, you could see the fine lines around his blue eyes, and a little smattering of gray in his beard.
The evidence of Andy Barber’s age was a reminder that he was older than you, but it also made him all the more handsome in your eyes. You swayed toward him, pushing your tits out as if in offer, and he let out a little growl of desire.
“What do you want, sunshine—want to give me some of those pointers on how to improve my show,” Andy began, his voice as low and rough as gravel. “Or do you want to join me in the pool and let me get some hands-on experience with how to please you?”
Your brows winged up and your eyes widened with delight at the second option Andy presented. It didn’t take you more than a second of thought to decide you wanted your neighbor’s hands on your body—and you hoped desperately that led to his cock in your cunt.
The question was barely out of Andy’s mouth before you were slipping into the pool. He stepped back and straightened his arms to give you room, but didn’t move his hands from the edge of the pool. That meant that as you slid into the water, your body rubbed against his bigger, sturdier frame.
Andy held your gaze the entire time, your body rioting with sensation at the drag of his hard muscles against your softer, plusher body. His blue eyes darkened and it felt like your skin was engulfed in flames, even as the cool water of the pool swirled around you.
Once your toes touched the bottom of the pool, Andy crowded you into the side, pinning you between the tiled wall and his hard body. Your hands rested on his biceps, distractedly learning the curve of his muscles, and you gasped softly when his bulge brushed against your belly.
“This is what you do to me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, his voice low as he pressed his hips forward, digging his hard bulge deeper into your softness. “You’ve been driving me wild all summer, making me fuck my first more than I have since I was a teenager.”
“Mm, it made me so wet knowing you were watching me,” you teased, winding your arms around his broad shoulders and lifting your legs to circle his waist. “I would’ve been more than happy to help you with your predicament, Mr. Barber.”
Your core settled against his thick bulge and you closed your eyes as pleasure burst through your body, a soft, helpless moan slipping from your lips. He felt so big and thick, you knew he was going to fit inside you perfectly, and your body was already aching for exactly that.
Andy’s growl brought you back to the moment. “Stop calling me Mr. Barber like you’re the naughty girl next door,” he rumbled, his hands falling from the edge of the pool to grab your hips. He rubbed you shamelessly against his bulge, wringing a moan from you. “Or are you calling me that because what you really want is to call me daddy.”
Your pussy clenched and you clung tighter to Andy, humping against his bulge while you moaned in his ear, “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so big and hard against my pussy.” You dragged your slit down the length of his dick, the scrap of fabric of your bikini already slipping to one side. “What are you gonna do about it?”
With a tortured groan, Andy captured your lips in a kiss, stealing the filthy words from your tongue and plundering your mouth for all you were worth. His fingers yanked on the strings of your top until he could pull it free and toss it onto the patio.
Then Andy was groping your tits and grunting his satisfaction into your mouth. His hands were so big and strong, his deft fingers pinching and plucking at your nipples, wringing soft moans and desperate whines from your mouth, which he greedily swallowed down.
Andy was quick to figure out what made your breath hitch and what had you moaning helplessly into his kiss; he put that knowledge to good use, turning you into a writhing mess in his arms.
All you could do was hold onto him, your arms tightening around his shoulders, your fingers carding through his soft brown hair. You raked your nails down his neck and across his shoulders, enjoying the way he shuddered against your body.
Andy’s mouth broke from yours to trail kisses down your jaw, nipping and teasing your throat while his beard rasped deliciously against your skin. It sent tingles of pleasure dancing through your body, leaving you to hump mindlessly against his bulge.
“Oh god, Andy, I need more,” you cried, burying your face in the base of his neck, mouth suckling on the skin just above his collarbone. He tasted like salt and chlorine and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough. “Please, daddy, I need you.”
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you, sunshine?” Andy rumbled with a deep chuckle, the vibration teasing between your thighs. You rocked your hips, grinding harder against his bulge while he played with your tits. “Why don’t you tell daddy exactly what you need, and then maybe I’ll give it to you.”
You huffed a petulant sound at the teasing in Andy’s tone, but lifted your head to look him in the eye. You were gratified to see he was just as wrecked with lust as you were, and a smile flirted around the edges of your mouth at the realization that you were both in this moment together.
“I need you to fuck me, daddy,” you said plainly, growing impatient with all the games you’d played that summer. You felt like he’d been edging you for months, and you were ready for a good, hard pounding. “I need you to split me open on your fat cock and fuck me like a slut. I’ve waited so long—please, Andy, give it to me. I need it—I need you.”
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Andy groaned, kissing you again. His hands slid down your sides, fingers tearing at the strings of your bikini until the scrap of fabric was finally wrenched away. In the next moment, he was shoving his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard length.
Then Andy was lining up the head of his cock with your tight entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked folds. You were already drenched and dripping for him before you’d even gotten in the pool, and all the grinding against his bulge had only made you needier.
Still, when he began pressing inside, it stole the breath from your lungs.
“Oh god, Andy, yes, give it to me,” you babbled quietly in Andy’s ear, barely enough air to get the words out. You held him tight in your arms while he lowered your hips onto his cock, slowly impaling you on his thick length. “Daddy, daddy, please!”
“Jesus fuck, baby,” Andy grunted, shunting his hips forward until half his cock was hilted inside you. A high-pitched squeak tumbled from your lips and pleasure coursed through your body, pleasure singing in your blood at the burn of him stretching you open.
Distantly, you were aware that you were still in your backyard, which only offered an illusion of privacy, so you buried your face in Andy’s beard, muffling a moan into the coarse, dark hair. He was so big and thick inside you, making room in your tight cunt for his fat cock, that you were trembling in his arms from how good it felt.
“Y’alright, sunshine?” Andy asked, one of his hands stroking up and down your spine in a soothing gesture.
You nodded into his neck. “Feels sooo good, daddy,” you murmured, enjoying the way his cock twitched at the endearment. “Deeper, daddy, need you deeper, all the way—want you to fill up my tight cunt with your big daddy cock.”
Andy groaned like he was being tortured, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down on his cock. You stifled a scream into his beard, your mouth biting into his jaw through the coarse hair and making him grunt, his cock twitching inside you.
For a long, hazy moment you let your body adjust to the feeling of Andy’s cock buried inside you. It was such an intense feeling of fullness, and you already knew you’d never get enough of it. Andy Barber could stuff you full of his cock every day of your life and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Before too long, though, you grew impatient for the friction your body craved. You squirmed against Andy, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but he pinned you more firmly against the side of the pool, keeping his cock buried deep in your tight cunt.
“Gimme a minute, sunshine,” Andy rumbled, his voice warm with affection as he pressed kisses to your cheek before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours. “I wanna savor this—the first time daddy’s cock is buried in his baby girl’s cunt.”
The filthiness of his words had a delicious shiver skating down your spine and an obscene moan slipping from your lips. You didn’t know which of you closed the distance between your mouths, but in the next breath you were kissing desperately, making out with your hot older neighbor in your pool while you were impaled on his cock.
By the time Andy slowed the kiss, your body had relaxed in his arms. You were draped loosely around his sturdy frame, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, and your legs wound around his waist, ankles resting on the curve of his ass.
“That’s a good girl,” Andy cooed in your ear, smoothing his hands up and down your bare back. “Just keep daddy’s cock warm for a minute while he makes sure he doesn’t come too soon.”
Despite the loose, relaxed feeling in your limbs, you snickered into Andy’s beard. “Really showing your age, old man,” you teased, purposefully clenching around his cock and wringing a grunt from your neighbor.
He pulled back and gave you the harshest glare he could muster, which wasn’t harsh at all. If anything, it was adorable. But you gave Andy a sweet kiss all the same in apology.
“I like it,” you murmured into his mouth, letting the truth spill freely. “I like knowing I have such an effect on you.”
Andy’s mouth curved into a smile against yours, and you could practically taste the affection on his lips. “You have no idea, sunshine, the effect you have on me,” he said, his words sounding like a promise.
Before you could ask him what he meant, his hands were sliding under your ass and he began to move you on his cock. Your body was buoyed by the water, making you basically weightless, and Andy used that to his advantage, lifting you up and pulling you down on his hard length.
“Be a good girl and take it, sunshine, take my cock like the pretty little slut I know you are,” he growled, fucking you in hard, deep strokes. With every thrust, the tip of his cock brushed against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you gave yourself over to the sensation.
You threaded your fingers in Andy’s hair, holding on tight as he fucked you, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your tight pussy. When he hiked you up higher against his chest, his head ducking down so he could lick and suck at your tits, you squealed, the sound dissolving into a moan.
Curling around Andy’s big body, you buried your face in the crown of his head, trying to muffle your sounds of pleasure. You’d remembered far too late that even though the trees around your property shielded your yard from view, there was nothing stopping the noises of you and Andy fucking from carrying on the breeze.
Thankfully, it was still early on a Sunday morning, and most of the neighborhood wasn’t awake yet. Otherwise, you had no doubt someone would’ve been calling in a noise complaint to the HOA.
The pleasure in your core coiled tighter as you rushed toward your release. When your pussy was fluttering around Andy’s cock, he yanked you back down into the water and pinned you against the wall of the pool, pounding into you relentlessly.
All you could do was take it, clinging on to Andy while he fucked you, moaning helplessly with every brutal thrust of his cock in your tight pussy. It wasn’t long before you were close, the sounds spilling from your lips becoming more and more high-pitched and desperate.
“Daddy, please, cum inside me,” you begged, burying your face in his beard and whining your need into his sun-warmed skin. “I’m on birth control, just pump me full—please, Andy.”
“Fuck, yes, baby, daddy’s gonna fill you up,” Andy groaned, grinding his hips between your thighs. The movement had his cock stroking that spot inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit. “Cum for me, sunshine, wanna feel your perfect cunt milking my dick dry while your pussy sucks all the cum from my balls.”
“Oh god, Andy,” you cried, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle the piercing scream that spilled from your throat as you came. Your body convulsed in your neighbor’s arms, pleasure overwhelming your mind until all that was left was you and him and his cock inside your clenching pussy.
Your release triggered Andy’s, and he came a moment later, his mouth pressed against the side of your throat as he groaned his pleasure. You felt the bite of his teeth and it only sent your pleasure spiralling higher, making your release last even longer.
Through your haze of pleasure, you felt Andy’s cock twitch as he spilled rope after rope of cum inside your pussy, painting your inner walls white. He groaned against your neck and held you crushed to his chest, his hips jerking as your body wrung every last drop from his cock.
It was everything you’d wanted—better even than all the fantasies you’d had about Andy Barber all summer, because it was real. He was really in your arms, his cock coming inside you, claiming you, his mouth murmuring sweet, possessive words against your skin.
“My girl, my sweet girl, my perfect girl.”
You hid your smile in Andy’s beard, nails digging into his skin as you clung on to him, your bodies writhing together and eking out every bit of pleasure you could.
When you were both finally spent and exhausted, Andy carried you over to the tiled steps in your pool and collapsed, keeping both of your bodies submerged in the cool water. He leaned back, and you sprawled across his broad body, enjoying the feeling his chest hair teasing your nipples.
“Was that worth the wait, sunshine?” Andy asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice that had your heart clenching in your chest. His hands were lovingly stroking your back, but you could feel the tension in his body.
You lifted your head from where it had been laying against this shoulder and cupped Andy’s handsome face in your hands. Your fingers teased through his beard, nails scratching lightly at the skin beneath. He practically purred at the feeling and you had to bite back a bigger grin.
“It was everything I’d waited all summer for,” you said honestly, ducking forward and capturing Andy’s mouth in a sweet, decadent kiss. When you pulled away, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding a snarky comment: “I’m still waiting for you to ask me out, though.”
Andy chuckled against your mouth, giving your ass an affectionate squeeze before his hand slid up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled you in for a kiss, this one all happy smiles and teasing nips. When you were sufficiently breathless, he finally pulled away.
“Can I take you out to dinner tonight, sunshine?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips.
You knew he had a right to look and sound self-satisfied—you were, after all, going to say yes. But you made a show of making him sweat a little. Leaning back, you tapped your chin, acting like you were checking your schedule in your head and thinking it over.
Andy chuckled at your antics and waited patiently, though he did start rocking his hips, fucking you in shallow, grinding thrusts that had your head going hazy with renewed pleasure.
Finally, after another moment of his teasing rocking, you put Andy out of his misery. “I’d like that,” you said, your voice more than a little breathless, before leaning in for another kiss.
Andy’s relief and happiness were palpable as he kissed you. His mouth moved slowly, methodically, against yours, and it took you a moment to realize what he was doing—that he was deliberately exploring your body, taking the time you hadn’t given him earlier to learn you.
With a smile that he licked from your mouth, you settled in on Andy’s lap, kissing him back and reveling in the knowledge that you had all the time in the world to explore him and learn him in return. After so long spent dreaming about your neighbor, you were going to take your time getting to know him, and his body, better.
You spent the rest of the morning with Andy Barber, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the pool and the rekindling heat between your bodies. For a while, you kept his cock warm while you sat in his lap in the pool. When he was ready for another round, you rode him lazily, delighting in the pleasure of his cock inside you.
After, you recovered together on one of the sun loungers on your patio, where you told him about all the books you’d read that summer and he’d opened up about himself. The sun was dipping low in the sky, the afternoon bleeding into evening when you finally parted ways.
That evening, Andy took you out to a nice dinner, and you discovered you didn’t need to be wearing a skimpy bikini for him to rake his eyes appreciatively over your body. You just needed to be you.
Despite how much you’d talked during the day, you and Andy didn’t run out of conversation topics at dinner, and it was an enjoyable date. So enjoyable, in fact, that you went home with him afterward—though nothing much happened.
After such a long day spent in the sun, the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together instead of continuing what you’d begun in the pool that morning. At some point in the night, Andy led you up to his bedroom, and you fell back to sleep together, entirely entwined.
You woke the next morning with a smile on your face and Andy’s arms wrapped around your body. There was an autumn chill in the air, so you snuggled deeper into his chest, enjoying the way his arms tightened around you and held you close.
As summer turned to fall, your relationship with the hot older man next door deepened and turned into something profoundly meaningful. Andy Barber went from being a good neighbor to a good boyfriend—and, eventually, he became a good husband.
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Special Treatment
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 693 Summary: Your psychiatrist takes advantage of your vulnerable state. Warnings: AU. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Non con/dub con elements. Somnophilia (kind of). Soft!dark Andy. Shy!sweet Reader. Oral sex (f receiving). Unprotected sex.
A/N: This is an old hoe thought that I dusted off after a recent ask response wishing I’d write some more power play dynamics. This is for you, nonnie! 😘
Hoevember 2025 Masterlist
Let’s talk about psychiatrist!Andy and how he uses hypnosis on you.
You think it’s to help you with your severe social anxiety, as he claims, and he does get in a bit of that genuine work with you, but a majority of the time you’re under?
Andy is doing very unprofessional things to you…
It started with stray, lingering touches, because it was torture to have you—so beautiful and sweet—sitting across from him week after week, and yet still, Andy couldn’t have you.
No matter how much he knew it was exactly what you needed, him to protect you and appreciate you, someone who had a deep understanding and sympathy for your issues but who could also, in time, he was sure of it, lure you out of your shell and, at the very least, make that tempting body of yours come alive.
But after just a few weeks, touches weren’t enough.
Andy needed to taste you, and not just that sweet mouth, oh no. He needed to feast on your pussy like a man starved.
So of course Andy took it as “a sign” that the same day that he woke up from the most intense wet dream ever—dreaming of ruining you from his place between your thighs—you wore a pretty dress for him, for the first time in weeks.
If that wasn’t an invitation, he didn’t know what was.
As exquisite as it was to drink from your sweet cunt, nothing compared to the first time he filled you with his cock.
You were under just enough that you couldn’t resist—not that you would, he was sure of it—but still aware enough that you could feel him and hear him and respond to him.
Beg him.
And you did.
He had barely stretched you open before you were mewling and moaning and pleading for more, your fingers curling into his crisp button down, your mouth as responsive as your cunt around his cock as he dipped close and kissed you deeply.
And the icing on the cake? Without any prompting or influence at all, you said his name, his given name–”Andy!”–as you came around his cock, sending him over the edge right after you.
Andy groaned against your neck as he pumped into you a few more times, spilling his seed deep and marking you in the most intimate way he could. Making you his completely, whether you knew it or not–for now, anyway.
And once he was done? Andy cleaned your sensitive cunt with his mouth, forcing another orgasm from you, eyes shining as your fingers gripped his hair, your eyes still closed and face sweetly twisted with your pleasure.
Andy shifted your panties back into place, tugging your dress back down and smoothing it for good measure. He stole one more kiss before returning to his chair across from the sofa where you laid, now freshly debauched by him, and clueless about it.
He took his time gently pulling you back to the surface of consciousness. Smiling encouragingly as your shy gaze briefly met his as you sat up and primly tugged your dress as far down as it would go, crossing your legs at your ankles before folding your hands in your lap.
“How do you feel?” Andy asked.
He barely suppressed a smirk as you squirmed in your seat, avoiding his gaze.
“Um, good actually. I don’t feel as tense as when I first got here.” A small, beautiful smile broke out across your face as you glanced up at him. “I guess our work is paying off, huh?”
“I certainly think so,” Andy grinned, making a note in his pad. “I say we strike while the iron is hot and double up our weekly sessions for the time being, what do you think?”
“If that’s what you think is best, Dr. Barber, then let’s do it.”
Smiling, Andy resisted the urge to praise you with a gentle “good girl.” He promised himself that he’d save that for your next session, which he could barely wait for, growing hard again already merely at the thought of having you again.
And again, and again.
I won’t even apologize 😌
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Tribute [His Law AU - 1/5]
Characters/Pairings: war lord Andy Barber x curvy!Millennial female!reader Word Count: 6.3k Summary: Its been years since governments toppled and society collapsed. Too many years to act like society will ever return to what life used to be. Unfortunately it's been long enough for factions to start forming and amassing their own powers in the wake of what used to be, and the name Andy Barber has become feared or revered across the region, depending on which side of his line you're on...
Content/Warnings: post-apocalyptic; offering of a virgin tribute; DUBIOUS CONSENT; explicit smut: oral (female receiving), mutual masturbation, male ejaculation/marking, brief cum play/eating
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None of this feels real.
It’s exactly the kind of scene you had read before in historical romance novels: the virgin being sent as a tribute to the king or war lord with the hope of earning mercy and peace for her village.
You suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that it’s playing out in reality, like so many other scenarios that felt like they’d only ever be witnessed on a page or screen.
Only now it’s all layered over with the veneer of post-apocalyptic, not royal luxury.
Here you are, world order dissolved, everyone left stripped back to survival of the fittest. It was inevitable that a group like Andy’s would form and start to present a threat.
You are handed out of the truck and toward the mouth of his compound by two men whose hands sweat through their gloves—still wearing pandemic-era masks with their post-apocalypse uniforms, which you note as proof that nobody really knows how to dress for the end of the world. You’re wearing what the mayor’s wife had selected for you at triple speed: a white blouse, a pleated skirt scoured from the collective closets of the women in your makeshift town, and an oversized parka because the wind whips through the chain-link fences with a sharpness you’d never known before.
You replay the instructions she gave you—you had been given exactly two days to prepare. Demonstrations and conversations of whispered, hurried, sometimes giggling, sometimes grave lessons in a back room with no power. “You’ll need to kneel, just for a moment, but only if it feels right. Make eye contact, not too much. He’ll expect you to be afraid, but don’t give it to him so quickly. Let him think you’re scared, but not too much. Never let him see you cry, unless you want him to want to see it again. Above all, don’t let him hurt you if you can help it.”
Now, as you walk past the patchwork of scavenged shipping containers that make up the walls of Andy Barber’s fiefdom, you cling to those instructions as if they’re scripture, even though your memory keeps skipping and rewriting them in your head. The guards bring you through a yard lined with the visible skeletons of things that once mattered: playground swings frozen mid-swing, a lawn full of toppled patio chairs, a car hood propped up as a barbecue pit. Colorless children, peeking from windows, vanish at the sight of you.
The mayor’s wife had done your makeup herself, in daylight against a hand mirror. “He’ll expect something soft. Hopefully you’re given some softness, but it’s not likely. But you’re not property,” she’d said. “You’re leverage. There’s a difference. Don’t forget it.”
You want to believe the story ends with you coming back, escorted by a sympathetic guard, with a promise of safety for the town and a pallet of supplies. Instead, you keep imagining the possibilities: a private cell, a locked room, or worse, being made a public example.
After a few more minutes of walking, you are escorted not into a warehouse or an old public building, as you half expected, but into a house. An actual house, with a porch, a glass-paned door, a cheery slant of sunlight on the steps. The only thing visibly wrong with it is the excess of sandbags and the slouch of a blue tarp across what must be a blown out window.
Inside, the foyer is warm and bright, the floors scrubbed to a shine, with a runner of real wool. You smell lemon polish, actual bread baking, and something earthy you can’t place. A woman in a flowered apron greets you. She has a nurse’s badge on her chest and a surgical mask hanging loose under her chin.
She asks your name. You give it, and she repeats it back to you with an accent that makes it sound unfamiliar, even to your own ears. She tells you to leave your boots at the door. You do, standing awkwardly on the cold tile, feeling more exposed without your shoes. Another masked man steps forward and rifles through your parka pockets with a bored efficiency. He finds the little tin of mints the mayor’s wife had pressed into your palm as you left, and flicks it open, shaking one into his mouth before handing the rest back to you.
The nurse leads you through a corridor and into a study. You step in, and for a second you think the nurse has made a mistake, or at least a joke. The study is lined floor to ceiling with books, actual books, the spines neat and upright. There is a green velvet couch and an antique globe, an old university pennant tacked above the window. The carpet is so plush it swallows your toes. You realize you haven’t stood on an actual carpet in years.
The man at the desk is not what you expect. He’s young—somewhere in his thirties or forties, but it’s hard to tell in the world you live in now, and the sharpness in his face makes it harder to tell. He’s got a haircut you associate with the old world: a little too clean, a little too expensive, fluffy in a way that invites fingers to be brushed through it. He’s reading, one elbow propped on the desk.
You chest tightens because not only is he younger—maybe only a few years older than you—he’s dangerously handsome. Not pretty. Solid. Appealing. He wears a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled above the elbow.
He closes the book and studies you instead—it’s a quick assessment, and you wonder if you’ve passed or failed, but all he does is stand and beckons for you to, “Follow me,” as he heads out another door from the study.
Andy—because you know immediately that’s who he must be, even though nobody bothered to introduce him—moves with a confidence that doesn’t need to check if you’re following. Andy makes no effort to slow his stride, which is smooth and confident, a little too elegant for someone who supposedly took this place by force.
He leads you up a flight of stairs, banister polished to a nervous gloss, the kind of detail that means someone here cares about things looking good even when nothing else in the world does.
He’s already halfway up the stairs when he calls over his shoulder, “Coming?” and you realize you have stopped on the first step, hands gripping the rail as if you’re afraid of heights. But it’s not that. It’s how strange all of this is. You take a deep breath and continue to follow him. There’s a second floor, and then, to your surprise, a third: a short flight of steps leading to what must you assume must be the master suite. He opens the door and gestures you in with a slight tilt of his head. It’s oversized even by old-world standards.
The room is huge, gleaming, a museum of privilege, sun flooding through two picture windows, lamps on every surface, a king-size bed dressed in what looks like real cotton sheets, a heavy comforter, actual pillows. Your mind stalls at the idea of that much cotton, the absolute luxury of it. There are two armchairs angled to face each other across a chess set, and a desk, smaller than the one downstairs, but cluttered with beautiful things: notebooks, a decanter, a vase of white tulips that must have been trucked in from somewhere far away.
Andy closes the door quietly, but doesn’t linger at the threshold to savor your awe. “You can take off the parka,” he says. “You’ll overheat.” His voice is even, almost kind, and that makes it even more unbearable.
But you slide the coat from your shoulders and lay it over one of the armchairs before turning back to him.
He glances at the bed, then at you, and you’re surprised at how direct it all is. You had expected some kind of ritual, some acknowledgement of the transaction, but instead he gestures, open-palmed, for you to sit. You do as he indicates, careful to perch at the edge of the bed, hands folded on your lap like a child waiting for punishment or pardon.
Andy steps forward, but stops a few feet in front of you. The room is quiet except for the humming of something—maybe a generator, maybe your own nerves. He lets you feel the silence. His gaze is steady: not leering, not gentle, a calibration you can’t quite make sense of.
“So,” he says, the faintest hint of amusement in his tone, “They send me a virgin.” The word hovers between you like a dare or an accusation. “Is that true, or is it just the kind of story they think men like me want to hear?”
You are not sure if you’re meant to answer. You look at his hands because his face is too much. “I—yes,” you say. It comes out rougher than you’d like.
He smiles, not unkindly, but not kindly either. “You look a little old to be a virgin in this century.”
You can’t help but scoff, almost a laugh. “Dating apps are not really popping off anymore.”
He does laugh. “No. I suppose not now that the internet’s gone.”
He doesn’t move for a long moment, and you wonder if he’s waiting for you to make another joke, but then he comes forward, the air between you shrinking to nothing. His knees touch yours. He looks down at your hands—your fingers locked together, knuckles white—and then bak to your face, again measuring.
“Up,” he says, gesturing with a tiny flick of his fingers. “On your knees, if you don’t mind.”
It’s not a question, but it’s not a threat. Merely a command. You shift onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, the sheets cool and smelling like a laundromat—a clean that feels almost violent after so long without it.
Andy’s gaze never leaves you. He steps closer, between your knees, and without pretense begins to unfasten the buttons at your collar. His fingers are quick and impassive, as if he were undressing a mannequin.
With the blouse open, he pauses. You brace for him to move faster, to push or yank, but instead he shrugs the shirt off your shoulders with an unexpected delicacy, and lets it fall silently to the floor. Goosebumps crop up along your arms, a shock of cold or of shame. The air in the room feels suddenly immense against your exposed skin, your naked curves and soft belly.
Instead of what you expect—hands, hunger—he tips your chin up with one finger, like a slow-motion correction from a ballet teacher. His deep blue gaze is unreadable, set beneath eyebrows that seem heavy with thought. You try to swallow, but your mouth is dry.
Your bra is plain, a pale cotton thing, and you’re embarrassed by its thrift-store plainness, by the faint gray band where the elastic is surrendering. Andy looks at you, not at your chest, but at your face. There’s something clinical in it, but not cruel. You try not to shiver, but you’re certain he sees it. He is so close, the scent of his skin is intoxicating, a muted mint and soap. You brace yourself for what comes next—anything but the actual thing that happens.
He kisses you.
It’s too soft, at first. So brief you barely have time to register his lips before they’re gone, and you’re left blinking at the place where his face just was. Then he does it again, firmer this time, catching your lower lip between his, holding it, like he wants to make certain you remember this moment.
A third kiss, now hungry. He grabs your jaw—not roughly, but with authority—and tilts your face to meet him. You’re aware of your own heartbeat, the way your body lurches forward, not entirely in protest. His tongue is in your mouth, his breath warm, and you realize you have not been kissed in years. Maybe ever. Not like this.
You should be afraid, and maybe you are, but your heart is hammering.
He unclasps your bra with no ceremony, just a practiced flick, and lets the straps slip from your arms. His hands are warm, broad, a little callused at the tips, and they cup your breasts as though he’s weighing fruit, not flesh. It’s jarring, the way he behaves as if your body belongs not just to him, but to both of you—something to be shared, assessed, and enjoyed.
There’s an undertone of something rough or transactional, and it’s in line with what you’d been told to anticipate by the women who prepped you. But he’s also precise, focused. He resumes his kissing, even while his thumbs brush over your nipples, circling, teasing, until the sensation is so sharp you gasp into his mouth. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t smirk, just keeps at it, clocking your reactions like the study of a live wire. The fact that you’re responding—more than responding, melting, throbbing under his attention—should humiliate you, but it doesn’t. Once you moan and arch into him, he nips at your bottom lip, then pushes you back on the mattress.
The next thing you know, he’s hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your skirt and yanked it down, along with your underwear, both in a single, unhesitating motion. You’re left bare and blinking, all your warnings and modesty gone the way of the parka and blouse. The air is cold against your thighs, and he’s already climbed up on the mattress, caging you in, hands braced on either side of your hips.
You try to close your knees, but Andy is stronger, prying them apart, a butterfly to be pinned. His gaze is fixed on you in a way that makes your skin prickle, more naked than naked, your most intimate area exposed to him, and you have to look away, humiliated even though you knew…
But did you know this? Did you know he would be interested in anything more than spearing you with his cock and pumping you with his cum?
Andy presses your folds open with his thumbs, insistent, examining you with the deliberate, almost impersonal care—as if reading a label, or studying a specimen. You feel heat rocket along your thighs, a bright humiliating slash of exposure, and squeeze your eyes shut. You brace for the inevitable, for the hard push, the sharp pain of him forcing his cock in to claim your hole.
But instead he murmurs—not to you, but more to himself, as if you’ve just done something clever. “Pretty,” he says. “That’s almost unfair.”
The words hit you with a strange electric pleasure, equal parts shame and pride. You still want to close your legs, but Andy’s grip is unwavering, the spread of his hands an absolute vise. And then—without any warning at all—his tongue presses flat and hot over your cunt, a blunt swipe that has you yelp in surprise, and you can’t help but rocket your gaze down to look at him.
He licks you again, a long, anchoring stripe, and then again, but slower—deliberate, savoring. You feel every cell of your body contract around the press of his mouth, the prickle of his beard, the promise in the blunt slide of his tongue. When you jerk, he presses a palm to your hip and pins you down, not cruel but absolute, and you feel your bones ring inside your skin with the certainty of his grip.
You can’t breathe, or you can, but it’s all in these short shudders, because he’s not just doing it—he’s watching you as he does it, gaze never wavering. You can’t look away, not even when you want to, as his mouth settles over your clit and he sucks with a restraint that makes his intent clear: he’s not here to finish this quickly. He’s here to make you squirm and writhe, to see what noises you make and how many times he can wrench them out of you before you break.
You dig your nails into the sheets, shocked at how quickly your body starts to betray you. Andy’s mouth is possessive, owning you, as if he’s claiming this most intimate part of you for himself. His palm flattens against your pelvis, a weight that demands you stay exactly where he put you. The sounds you make are not the ones you’d planned to release—too open, too desperate, too much like an animal. Part of you is mortified; another part is numb with relief.
Once he’s mapped the places that make your hips buck or your thighs tremble, he sets a steady rhythm, letting you adapt before ratcheting it tighter, higher. Your eyes tear up from the pressure of holding the tension. He’s not just eating you out—he’s devouring you, and it’s not even entirely sexual, or at least not only that. It feels like a demonstration, a declaration: this is what you are here for. This is what men like Andy Barber do when absolute power is placed in their hands.
He’s still watching you, the blue edge of his gaze impossibly steady, demanding. Your face is burning but he shakes his head minutely, a warning not to break contact, not even for a second.
It's obscene, the way he eats you. You feel the slickness of it leaking out of your cunt and down your ass cheeks, hear the soft, greedy noises of his mouth. He doesn't moan or hum—he's not trying to perform pleasure, he's trying to extract it from you, to see if you'll give it up. The pressure of his tongue grows relentless, the friction of his beard against your now tender and swollen pussy lips its own sweet torture, then he stops just at the point where you're about to lose control and lets up, drawing back so your body rides the edge of that crest, desperate and suspended between indignity and pleasure. You are furious at him for it, and more furious at yourself for wanting him to finish the job, for being made to want anything here, in this room, on these sheets, by this man.
But Andy only grins up at you through the fan of his inappropriately pretty eyelashes. Your hips squirm, betraying your need, and ultimately he relents. But it’s with such a seemingly casual attitude that it’s frustrating as he merely leans forward, pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit once, twice, three merciless times. It’s enough. You shatter. The orgasm rips through you so suddenly that your body jerks hard, knees threatening to close, but he holds you exactly in place until the spasms subside.
As he climbs up your body, he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, but it doesn’t clear his beard of your juices completely. What you don’t expect is for him to kiss you again, your lips this time, the taste of yourself so sharp and unfamiliar you nearly recoil, but his hand cups the side of your face and he deepens the kiss, relentless, as if all his focus has tunneled down to this single point of contact. It’s not a reward, isn’t even a comfort—it’s raw demand. He wants you to taste it, to know precisely what he’s done to you. You let him, because there is nothing else for you to do, and the way he kisses is nothing like any kiss in your memory. He uses his tongue like he’s feeding you a secret, flooding your mouth with it, devouring your breath, his palm anchored heavy against your cheekbone.
You remember, distantly, that you’re supposed to hold something back. That you’re not meant to give away all of yourself this quickly, not to let him see how easily he’s unmade you. You are dizzy with it, the world shrunk down to the taste of his tongue and the heat shimmering between you.
Andy kisses like it’s an argument, like he’s intent on convincing your whole body that you want this as much as he does, and you hate that it’s working. His hand migrates from your face to your neck, thumb pressing lightly against your jaw as his other arm wraps beneath you, gathering you to him. He is still fully dressed, and there’s something criminal in the inequity of it, the cool cotton of his shirt brushing your naked skin in all the places you’re most embarrassed to be seen.
He slots one of his legs between yours, the fabric of his pants rough against your sensitive pussy, and you find yourself grinding against the muscle of his thigh with an obscene, automatic hunger. The friction is so immediate, a blessed counterpoint to the way you’re drowning helplessly in his kiss, a place you can control, can beg for more, and you feel another wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.
Distantly part of you collapses under how unfair this is. Although you’ve survived this long, self-sufficient in the community you’d been part of, fine with the connections—friends, found family—it’s painfully evident how touch-starved you’d become, how desperate your body is now to connect, be pleasured, be overwhelmed. Your body doesn’t care who he is or what he represents, it’s merely taking what it’s been denied and apparently aching for for far too long.
Andy bites down on your lip, far from gently, and you let out a yelp because the sting is what you need to break the pattern, to snap yourself back from the undertow of sensation. He seems to know it, smirking as he pulls away, the taste of iron brightening at the tip of your tongue. That amuses him, apparently; you see it glint in the twist of his mouth, the way he leans in to study the damage up close, then licks the spot with a proprietary flourish.
You half expect him to tear your body open next, to force himself inside you without preamble, but he only loosens his grip and sits back, irrationally careful, as if you’re made of blown glass. His hands slide over your flanks and rest there, heavy and steady, as you gasp for air. Your knees are still splayed open. You wish you could close them, to reclaim some boundary, but his gaze is resolute, and you know without testing that he won’t let you retreat by closing them.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” he commands you.
You whimper, wanting him to demand or give you the pleasure you’re aching for.
But he’s going to be cruel, demand that you perform for him, that you share this intimate, private act with him.
“Do it,” he growls.
Your hand trembles as you obey, sliding between your own legs, over the gloss of your own slick, fingers clumsy and cold at first. Andy’s eyes flick down and back up, hunting for any pause or hesitation, his gaze a hand itself, guiding and demanding. You touch yourself, uncertain at first, then with more intent, your face burning with the effort of pretending not to care that you are, in this moment, pure entertainment for him.
He doesn’t praise you, doesn’t even smile. Just leans closer, elbows braced on his knees, face intent upon every move you make. The sound of your own fingers become the room’s only music, a wet, embarrassing melody that would mortify you if you weren’t already unmoored from every anchor of sense.
“Faster,” he says, not unkindly, but as if you should already know what he wants. “Press harder. I want to watch you do it like you need it even more than I do.”
You want to protest, want to ask why, but the words tangle up with the tension in your stomach and never make it past your lips. Your body is trembling, but you continue to do as you’re told, rubbing circles where you know the nerves are most raw, most electric. It’s humiliating how quickly you can build yourself up under his scrutiny. Every gasp or twitch of your hips is noted, cataloged, used as evidence in this silent game.
He slides his hand over your thigh, but he doesn’t help, doesn’t intervene, just keeps you splayed open, obscene and compliant. You find yourself working harder for the next edge, hating how well he’s taught your body to obey. You’re right at the crest again, so close to another shattering, and he leans forward, nose nearly grazing your wrist.
“Look at me,” he orders, though you still are—really, why can’t you look away?—and then your already racing heartbeat skitters at what he does next.
He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the motion practiced and casual, and a disorienting surge of heat runs through you seeing how hard he is—straining against the zipper, a solid shape that looks angry to be contained. He draws it out and up, and it’s bigger than you expected, thick and flushed, the head glossy with pre-come. He fists his cock once, twice, the motion unhurried. His other hand keeps you wide open, thumb pressed hard into the flesh thigh.
“Keep going,” he says, and you do, your fingers working frantically at your clit now, desperate to keep up with him, to meet the animal challenge in his gaze. You are both animals in this moment, both exposed, both reduced to what the world has left you: nerve, hunger, and nothing else.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and tight at the edges. “You like being watched by me, don’t you? Didn’t think you would, but you do.”
You nod, barely breathing, hand working yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. It should disgust you, or terrify you, or at the very least impress upon you the gravity of your situation, but all you can process is the hunger, the humiliation, the way your body seems to belong to him already. He jerks himself with a slow, ruthless rhythm, showing you how he likes it, and you match your own movements to his—faster, then slower, as he wishes.
“You’ll come for me again,” Andy says, voice edged with grit. “Don’t stop. I want to see you lose it.”
You do not stop. You can’t. Your insides are a mess, nerves shredded, climax so close it hurts. He drags his thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the bead of pre-come and smearing it, then spits in his hand for more, so deliberate that you shudder. He never takes his eyes from you.
You start to whimper, both hands between your legs now, because the intensity of watching him watching you is too much. Every nerve in your body is tuned to his voice; you clutch at yourself, desperate, the urge to come for him rewriting all your other needs. Andy’s face is a study in hunger, all cheekbones and sharp blue eyes, framed in the neatly-trimmed beard and mustache. The way he works himself—deliberate, ruthless, patient—somehow makes you want to please him, obliterate yourself for him.
“God, look at you,” he says. “You’re so fucking sweet like this, you have no idea. I want to see that little cunt twitch when you come for me, you understand?”
You nod, unable to speak, mouth open on a gasp. He leans closer and strokes himself harder, the slick noise of it matching yours in the charged air. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asks, voice low and intent. “That sweet virgin pussy.”
You can’t summon a yes, not with your throat locked up tight, but your hips cant, ass lifting off the sheets in supplication. You’re panting, the wire of tension strung too tight.
“You’re going to let me,” he says, voice flinty, nothing left of the earlier restraint. “You’re going to let me fuck you until you can’t think.”
He fists his cock, the knuckles pale, but he doesn’t fuck you yet. He talks you through it.
“Rub it like you’re desperate. You are, aren’t you? Poor little thing, nobody ever taught you how. You want me to show you how to touch your own clit, you need that so bad?” His voice is a rasp, hungry, just shy of mean, but there’s a note of awe in it, too—a kind of delighted cruelty, as if you’re a discovery he’s just cracked open and can’t believe his luck. “Right there. Keep going, don’t you dare stop—good girl. That’s it.”
You press harder, the friction almost unbearable, the nerves so raw they threaten to split you down the middle. “You’re gonna come for me again, I can see it. You’re about to lose your mind, aren’t you? Let them hear it downstairs. Let everyone in this fucking compound know what a perfect slut they sent me.”
The words punch through your embarrassment, spike straight to your core. You let out a sob, legs locked, pelvis tilting up to meet the rhythm of your hand, and it’s never been like this the times you’ve sought your own release alone in the dark. But now the pressure of your own palm is so intense it feels like you’re being burned alive all because he’s watching.
He grins, wild and wolfish, and strokes himself faster. “That’s it. God, you’re fucking perfect. Just like that, come on, give it to me—”
Your orgasm detonates inside you, a shuddering thing that blanks your mind. You sob his name through gritted teeth, body clenching tight. You are aware of the way your cunt spasms, sharp and helpless, clearly keening to be filled—and to be filled by him. Immediately. And Andy’s gaze devours every twitch, every humiliating whimper.
The sound of your ruin, the sight of you, is all he needs. He pulls back, gives himself two savage tugs, and then he comes. It’s violent and unfiltered, streaks of thick white landing across your belly, the heat of it making you yelp and shiver as he marks you, ruining you further.
You hold your breath, because it’s the first—and really only—thing you can control in this moment. Because you don’t want to look at the mess he’s made of you, or at him, or even at yourself. It’s the first moment you’re able or allowed to look away, and you stare at the ceiling, an attempt to collect the pieces of yourself that are left.
Instead, Andy leans over you, bracing one hand on the mattress beside your ear, his face somehow still neat, but the look in his eyes wild, raw. He glances back down to the slick on your skin, then, with a single finger, scoops a line of it from your hip and slips it between your lips. “Taste,” he orders, even though it’s already in your mouth.
It’s salty, bitter. You are crying, of course, but the tears don’t sting. They’re just sliding down your temples, pooling in the hollows of your ears, slicking the pillow you hadn’t even realized you’d crushed in your fist. More than the taste, it’s the gesture—the insistence, the taboo—that breaks you in half. He’s not the monster you expected, but something worse: a connoisseur, a collector of reactions, a man who knows exactly what it means to have a person at his complete disposal, and wants every part of it.
He traces your jaw with the back of his knuckles. His touch is gentle, almost apologetic. But there’s no apology in his eyes, only the dangerous satisfaction that comes with having anticipated an outcome and then engineered it, like a chess master two moves ahead. He wipes your face with the sleeve of his expensive shirt, dabbing away the dampness with a patience that threatens to make you feel cared for, and you lean into it. He smiles, but it’s too sweet.
He sits back on his heels, his body language so suddenly casual it startles you. You expect him to crawl up and claim your mouth again, to press your hips wide and press forward, and claim your cunt, but instead he stands, tucks himself away with a practiced flick, and reaches for a silk handkerchief from the nightstand. He tosses it onto your belly, where his cum is already cooling, and gestures with a lazy flick of his fingers that you should clean yourself.
A beat passes—one, two—before you process that he’s off you. Only then do you realize you’ve been paralyzed waiting for further instructions, or violence, or some aftershock. When he turns away to pour himself a glass of water from a carafe, you feel your body seize with an angry, involuntary disappointment. You shift, trying to make yourself smaller, less exposed. Only then does it register how wet you are, how sticky the inside of your thighs and the damp indentation of the sheets between your legs is. You wipe at yourself with the silk, the fabric so fine it brings tears to your eyes for an entirely different reason.
Andy is already on the far side of the room, rolling down his sleeves, composing himself as if the last ten minutes were a board meeting and not a war crime. He buttons his cuffs with brisk, practiced flicks, then gestures at the chess set on the table as if it’s the actual point of all this. When he speaks, the breathiness of before is gone, replaced by a tone of almost bored amusement.
“I suppose you thought I’d fuck you right away.” He doesn’t look back at you, but you feel the words strike somewhere between your ribs and your gut. “In case you forgot, you’re leverage. Did you think I’d take the risk of dulling your shine so soon?” Andy asks, watching you from across the room with a critical detachment. His tone is almost academic. “They warned you, I’m sure. If you give everything away, what’s left to bargain with?”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The air between you has chilled, or maybe it’s that the high is already evaporating and all that’s left is the undertow of humiliation, the realization that you made yourself a spectacle for nothing. That your worth—what little of it you thought you could barter for your own survival or anyone else's—has dropped in value with every moan and shiver he milked from you.
Andy picks up a pawn from the chessboard and rolls it between his fingers, gaze flicking up and down your body as you are still virtually on display. You pull the comforter up, finally covering yourself.
“You need to negotiate the final terms to keep your former home safe, do you not?”
You blink, stalling. This was not covered by the mayor’s wife, not narratively prescribed, not accounted for in the breathless, trite warnings handed down by generations of women preparing their daughters for the tyranny of men.
His voice is sharp again, the velvet replaced by wire. “Come here.”
It’s not a question or invitation, but you stand and do as told, feet uncertain on the softness of the carpet. You keep the comforter wrapped around you, unwilling to return to the hard bright nakedness of earlier, but Andy only smirks, amused by the gesture, pleased to see you cling to even the smallest modicum of dignity.
You stand before the chess table, which is not a prop but mid-game—a dozen pieces locked in radiating patterns, a puzzle you recognize from the margins of your own, previous life. Andy steps close and places one of his large hands on your jaw, striking a balance between care and warning as he angles your head sharply up to look at him.
“I want you to remember how easily you almost gave up everything to me. Know how effortlessly I could have taken it.”
His hand lingers on your chin, thumb dragging slow over your bottom lip—where a ghost of swelling registers, not quite pain but the memory of his teeth. You flinch, not because you want to, but because you want to want to. You’re fighting yourself, your body’s instinct to surrender to what’s easy, what’s warm, what could, in a different world, feel not like defeat but belonging.
Andy’s palm is so hot it feels alive, charged, as if the contact is meant to cauterize something in you. He is already looking away, down at the chessboard, only the pressure on your skin reminding you that the threat is not gone, it’s simply evolved into something harder to define. “I like it better this way,” he says, as if reading the thought from behind your eyes. “A little push and pull. More compelling.” He lets your chin go, and you try to keep your face from collapsing around the ache of it. You try to conjure spite, or at least the outlines of a plan—some method of reverse psychology, a way to burrow under his skin and flip the script. But your mind is jellied, too blurred out at the edges by the aftershocks of what he made you feel. You suppose that was the point. The line, the boundary, the game.
“You’ll stay here tonight,” Andy says, still not quite looking at you, but at the pieces lined up on the board. “We will negotiate in the morning, precious virgin.”
This one sort of came at me out of nowhere. No one asked for him, no one inspired him, I watched a porn video that gave me only just maybe 10% of a vibe/inspo, but then the rest just sort of happened.
The backdrop of this post-apocalyptic verse was going to be the same as Beyond Survival with that taking place on the west side of the country and this in New England, but then I remembered that... BS is omegaverse and this is not. 🙃
PART TWO: NEGOTIATION
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Patience is a Virtue ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader
Synopsis: Good things come to those who wait; and you had been waiting. But when Andy Barber—the man who wasn't nearly as subtle as he thought he was—refused to act on his desire, well, you'd have to take things in your own hand.
Warnings: 18+/MDNI. Inappropriate workplace relationships. sub!andy cus look at that man!!!! Menace reader. SMUT [oral (m! recieving), handjob, reader teasing andy a LOT]
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: mr barber calls forth his girls @prettybubblesintheair87 @brandycranby @sarahdonald87 @love-stucky @stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr and i might have addded a little surprise for my cutie @sassandscribbles🤭
Dedicated to my beloved pervert @blobfishlol for always being feral about his dick.
Enjoy 💋
Andy Barber was a patient man.
He waits for he knows good things come to men like him.
He waits, for that's the right thing to do.
But lately, his patience had been fraying at the edges, threatening to snap in half completely.
And really, could you blame him?
A pretty thing like you with your teasing little glances. The sway of your hips with every step. The soft, knowing smile you shoot his way like you knew something he didn't want you to know.
Did you?
Did you know he dreams about you every single night—waking up with his heart restlessly thrumming against his chest and a sheen of sweat all over his body, hands flexing to catch hold of the fleeting vision of you underneath him?
Did you know he looks for you every time he enters a room—eyes searching for you like a moth to the moon. Disappointment all over his face when he doesn't see you.
Did you know he spends hours working overtime—just to spend another moment with you. Just another "You did great today, Andy!" Just another smile, just another brush of your hand against his as you both reach for the door at the same time—only for you to let him open it for you.
Did you?
Is this why you were tormenting him? Toying with him? Hell...was he that obvious?
He takes a deep breath, running his hand across his face. Every second without you feels like he's losing something. He is, truly and irrevocably, gone— far too gone to come back the same man.
It feels like a test, one he doesn't want to mess up; and so he waits.
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You had been patient.
As patient as you could be, because you know good things await you.
Good things?
Well, Andy Barber's thick and strong fingers, Andy Barber's perfect, pouty mouth, and Andy Barber's cock—which you've seen bulging inside his pants when you whispered a good night, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.
He really wasn't subtle.
And hell, he was making your life miserable with each passing day.
Were you really not that obvious?
You wear lipsticks the colour you imagine would look best smeared up on his cock. You wear perfume you imagine would mingle the best with his, imprinting itself onto his shirts. You wear the heels you imagine would look best on his shoulders and wrapped round his waist.
All this, and all you get is a blush on his cheeks and a stammer in his otherwise eloquent words.
That, and the boner.
You get that too.
But you need more.
And you've given him plenty of time to get his head straight. Too bad you're running out of patience now.
It's his fault, really…
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You saw him sitting at his desk, back hunched as he wrestled through the last of the day's work.
You saunter over to him, heels clacking on the hard wood floor, “Hey, Mr. Barber.”
His jaw clenched, hands tightening around the edge of the mahogany. You really were testing him tonight. And he could feel himself weakening with each rise and fall of your chest as you breathed in the same air as him.
“You here to tell me I did good today?” he snapped, a little too sharp—hiding behind a wall, taking whatever control he could.
He expected you to back down, get offended, leave him all alone.
But then you smiled—all slow and amused—and he realised it was never a test he could lose, for you had won before he even knew he was in it.
“No, Andy, you've been bad. So very bad for making me wait like this,” you tilted your head, your lips in a pout he so wanted to taste. “You know I want you, and I know you want me too. But. You. Have. Given. Me. Nothing.”
He was taken aback by your words. Shame and want unfurled in his chest. He had been a coward. He had been nothing but a pathetic, shameless coward— wanting you, yet not taking anything despite being offered everything on a silver fucking platter.
Fuck.
He was a loser. And now he was going to lose you, all because he didn't know how not to.
Hiding behind files and ego and excuses and giving you nothing but his nerves.
“I'm sorry…” his words were barely a whisper, but you heard them loud and clear because those were exactly the ones you were anticipating.
You take a step forward, your chest brushing his shoulder, and leaned in to place a kiss on his jaw. He shuddered, the soft touch of your lips like a bucket of ice water on his scorching body.
You took your time, savouring the scratch of his neatly trimmed beard—the one you always wanted to feel against your skin— and turned his chair to take a better look at the pretty eyes that haunted you.
“I need you to apologise, Andy.”
His eyes were an ocean, so deep and endless and oh so blue you could drown in them.
And drown you did.
Grabbing his jaw and smashing your lips against his, you could feel every bit of hesitance and shock slowly unravel away into desperation and need—till he melted in your hands.
He sighed into your mouth, a soft little sound that escaped against his better judgement and his hands moved to cup your face before he could stop them.
He couldn't believe this was happening. If felt like a dream. The dreams he replayed over and over again till they were all he could think about.
You nip at his lower lip, bringing his attention back to you— reminding him that this was, in fact, happening and nothing will stop this now.
Nothing will stop you now.
When you finally pulled apart, his eyes were closed, his hair a mess, and his lips swollen and so pretty a red it made your insides flutter, but the best sight was definitely the outline of his hard and heavy cock straining against his trousers.
“You taste so sweet, Andy… you gonna let me taste you proper now?”
You kneeled down in front of him, and the way his eyes widened told you this was going to be so much more fun than you imagined.
His thighs trembled as you slowly slid your hands over them, reaching your way up to his buckle.
The clank of the metal sliced through the air, causing a shiver to run across his spine. He stopped your fingers from finally undoing his zipper with shaky hands,
“I—If you do this, there's no going back. I'll be yours…”
You look up at him— the vulnerability and doubt that had draped itself over him—and your heart ached.
You kiss each of his knuckles, before placing one final kiss on to the centre of his palm. “You're already mine, Andy,” you say softly, “we’ve done our waiting.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed down his nerves. He nods, his eyes glistening with moisture; waiting for your next move.
Pleased, you slowly drag his zipper down, and he raises his hips to get put of the constraints of his pants. The sight that greeted you— a wet spot on his boxers where he was leaking for you—made your pussy flutter.
“You crying for me baby?” You cooed, and he didn't know if you were talking to him or his cock, and frankly, he didn't care.
“Let me kiss those tears away, hmm?”
His cock jerked at the first swipe of your tongue against his still clothed bulge. His taste flooded your senses—musk and masculinity and something a little sweet.
“Shit—I’ve dreamed about you.” the words stumbled out of his mouth on their own accord.
“Yeah? What was I doing?” you got rid of the last piece of fabric separating you from him.
He had no answer. To think of saying everything out loud felt so wrong.
"I was loving you."
You smirk, "Really?" And with his cock was finally in your hands, you felt your mouth water.
He was beautiful. So thick and so long, a vein that throbbed visibly with each passing second, and the head of his cock blushing an angry red.
“Look at this, babyboy. All this f’me?”
He whined into his fist as you wrapped your lips around his head, slowly sucking and kissing and drinking in his leaky mess. You moaned at the taste on your tongue, and he swore he hadn't ever felt this good.
You took him in further, as much as you could, and wrapped your hands around the rest of his length. Stroking him in time with each bob of your head.
“Fuck—Aah!—” he made a strangling noise when you squeezed him harder, and you pulled him out of your mouth, just to throw a dazed smile his way.
“You like when I do this?” You squeezed him once more, and his hips lifted off the chair— his eyes closed shut as he drowned himself in pleasure.
“Yes, yes! Don't stop…” his words were breathy, pathetic.
You liked that.
You spit on his cock, watching the saliva drip down his length. A drop of precum dribbled out and you promptly licked it all up— greedy and insatiable for him.
Taking him back in your mouth, your tongue flattens against the underside to tease his vein, and your hands reach down to play with his balls.
Gentle, featherlight touches like whispers against his skin, that had his hands reaching out to grab the back of your head— fingers tangling in your hair—to push you deeper, till he reached the back of your throat and he could feel it tighten against him as you gagged on his length.
Your hands tugged at his balls harshly, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His breath picking up pace and his vision blackening out.
He was close.
So very close he could taste it.
“You gonna cum baby? Huh?” You continue playing with his throbbing cock with your hands, your gaze fixed on his —watching him fall apart. “Do it. Show me you're a good boy… cum for me, Andy.”
He came with a groan, his head thrown back, chest panting, legs trembling and cock twitching desperately. His cum paints your hands, hot and white and oh so much.
You continue stroking him through his orgasm, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he could take it. He was writhing on the chair now. Tears in his eyes and his body twitching involuntary, but he still didn't pry your hand off him. He was patiently taking what you were giving him.
And give and give you did.
After what seemed like an eternity, after he had nothing left to spend— pain taking over the pleasure—you take your hands off him.
Wiping your hands on his blazer, you stand up, taking one long moment just to look at the mess of a man in front of you.
He looked at you like he found salvation. Eyes hazy and unfocused but never empty.
“You did good today, Andy.”
And he swore those words never felt this good before.
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It had been two months since that night in his office. Two months of him spending his nights with you in his arms, his mornings with you in his mind.
Two months of him carefully avoiding smiling around you at work. And it had been… entertaining, to say the least. But lately, you didn't really feel like entertaining him any longer.
So you do what you do best.
Wait.
And then corner him in his office.
“I want you to go tell everyone we're together.”
His head snapped up, panic filled up to the brim in his ocean blue eyes, “What? No, we can't do this. We work together and if—”
“Oh shut up! You know nobody cares around here.” You remind him, “Daisy from finance and James from security met through a client. A year later they invited HR to their wedding… I heard she gifted them rather generously.”
“I— Really?” He asked, his voice like that of a child that just got told it was okay to stay up a little late. “You want me to…marry you?”
You smile then. A little teasing. A little smug. A whole lot fond.
“We gotta wait some more, baby.”
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Come Plan Our Escape
Summary: Finally you get to get away and enjoy a relaxing vacation with your friends! And you get to meet a beautiful stranger who seems to be everywhere you go on the resort.
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader
W/C: 8.7k
Warnings: Angst, fluff, dark (implied)
A/N: It has been a literal month since I started writing this, but I finally got this finished. Special shout out to @krirebr for all her help and support (especially when I wobbled on the ending 😬) I appreciate all you do to help me be better!
The sun felt hotter than home, but in the most wonderful way, you were so excited to be away from the cold. This winter had felt so long, so much worse than you remember them being. Although you were pretty sure you said that every year. You let your head fall back as the sun kissed your skin, warming it. You felt like you were glowing, and soon you would feel relaxed.
You sat at the meeting looking around for your friends. No one was around. You loved the beauty of the location your friend group had chosen, although it was somewhat out of your comfort zone. You thought about texting to see where your friends were, when your phone buzzed in your bag.
We’re at the beach! Let us know if there’s any good excursions! - Tanya.
Of course. You were the responsible one. You didn’t really mind, you just wished they would wait for you sometimes. Checking the time on your phone, you huffed and anxiously started tapping your foot. You were eager to get to your vacation.
A man cleared his throat next to you, shaking you from your anxious thoughts. As your gaze traveled up his form you saw a tall man with khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt stretching broad across his chest. You feel heat gather as you find yourself unable to really pull your gaze from him. As your eyes travel up to his face a small sigh escapes your lips without permission. He has a strong jaw covered with a thick neatly trimmed beard, full lips, high cheek bones and - wow. The most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen.
Eyes that were looking at you. Eyes that looked confused?
You cleared your throat in hopes it would hide the fact you’d been openly gawking at this man for far too long. “Sorry, um, hi?” You tried weakly. If it wouldn’t have been wholly embarrassing you would have smacked your hand to your face, but chose to spare yourself further.
The man chuckled, and the sound seemed to vibrate deep in his chest. “Hey,” His lips quirked into a smile that had your heart skipping a beat. Calm yourself! “I was just asking if this is where we meet the travel rep?”
”Uh, yeah, yes? I think so?” Stupid! Stupid! Why were you saying it like a question? You knew this is where you were supposed to be. Your embarrassment had left you stumbling over your words.
Fate seemed to be on your side and saved you from further embarrassment by having the travel rep appear as if from thin air, then went on his spiel about tours, none of which appealed to you, but you knew your friends would probably like the tequila tasting. Maybe you would tag along, at least then you wouldn’t be sitting alone while they had fun. Your foot started tapping anxiously again, the dull rhythm only serving to drive your anxiety higher. You felt fingers nudge your thigh and your gaze snapped up to the bearded man who had claimed the seat beside you. He had a concerned if not, mischievous look on his face. He leaned in, his breath ghosting across your cheek. “Doing alright?”
Your eyes widened and you nodded before settling your gaze back on the travel rep.
Finally he told you when the bus would pick you up. You set a reminder in your phone as some people went to go book their excursions. The man beside you got up at the same time as you, and you awkwardly gestured to follow him out of the seats. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you quickly gave an awkward smile and a wave before dashing to the nearest bathroom.
A quick text to Tanya while you splashed some cool water on your face and you knew where to find your friends. You checked your appearance in the mirror one last time and then set off for the beach volleyball area, wherever that was.
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“Ugh, this is it you know?” Sarah sighed out beside you, “The sun, the water, this is where I’m meant to be.”
As much as you hated to admit it, you had to agree with her, she seemed to be like a maiden stretched out on the beach lounger. She looked impeccable. You glanced down at your old bathing suit and tried to adjust your cover up, feeling more self conscious.
“I can’t believe they are still playing volleyball.” You laughed as Tanya dived for a shot and missed. “I think I’m gonna get a drink, you want anything?”
Sarah merely shook her head as she eyed one of the guys playing with Tanya biting her lip. You were suddenly glad you had insisted you all get your own rooms.
You picked your way along the beach, wondering how everyone else made it look so effortless. You felt like a mermaid who had just gotten her legs. You really wished they had a bar closer. You tripped over yourself just as the bar came into sight, and prepared to make a crash landing into the sand.
Except, it never came.
Two strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into a firm chest. “Woah there, that could’ve been really bad.”
You stuttered out jumbled words mixed with apologies before turning to the man behind you, his hands slipping to your hips. “Oh, it’s you again! Thank you! I don’t know why I can’t seem to navigate the sand.”
He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, a hint of pink high on his cheeks. “You could always buy me a drink to say thank you.” His smile filled you with warmth and sent a tingle through your body. “Although, I think I’ll stay close by so we avoid any accidents.” You nearly swooned at the wink he sent you.
The man kept his hand securely on your waist as you both walked towards the beach bar. You felt your anxiety rise as you got closer, and suddenly blurted out your name. At the man’s confused expression, you continued, “That’s my name. Sorry, God, why am I like this?” You whined to yourself, although you were sure he heard you based on the chuckle to your left.
”Beautiful.” He murmured. At your questioning look he merely shook his head and continued. “I’m Andy.”
“Nice to meet you Andy.” A broad smile spread across your face. It was odd, this ease with a stranger.
With Andy’s help you both finally made it to the beach side bar and each ordered a beer. “Why don’t you grab a table and I’ll bring them over?” His suggestion sent a thrill up your spine. Which you quickly tamped down, the girls. This was supposed to be a friends trip for the three of you. Not the time to be finding a man.
Andy watched as your face twisted and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. Uh, I’ll see you around.”
Your stomach dropped. “No!” Without thinking you reached for his hand. “I’m really sorry. I would love to sit, but I’m here with my friends, and I just-I would feel terrible if I abandoned them on the first day.”
You do your best impression of a puppy while staring up at Andy, not really sure why you have this intense need for this stranger to believe you, but you do. The lines on his face soften, almost against his will. He hums and he licks his lips, your eyes tracking the movement. “Well, then I won’t keep you from your friends.” Dipping his head close he murmured so only you would hear, “Maybe I’ll find you later tonight.”
With that he pulled back and winked at you before walking towards the pool. The opposite direction of you. You stood in shock for a moment before chugging your beer and heading back to the beach.
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The music in the club was pounding against your ears, helping to keep your floaty drunk feeling going. You were surprised that Sarah and Tanya had convinced you to go off-resort. Your normal hesitance and nerves about being somewhere foreign left behind. You laughed as the three of you twirled and danced with the beat of the music, not caring about how ridiculous you all must look.
When the urge to pee became too much you yelled to Sarah and pointed to the back where the restrooms were. She barely acknowledged you, instead turning to grind on a man you somewhat recognized from the beach. Weaving your way through the crowd proved somewhat harder than expected as the writhing bodies and bass seemed to pull you into their rhythm. Giggling as you finally made it to the restroom, the light and floaty feeling taking the edges off of the night.
Finally relieved, your head felt slightly clearer, you exited the bathroom and ran straight into a broad chest. Arms gently steadying you. You placed your hands on a firm chest and your eyes widened. It was him again, Andy. He smirked down at you and pulled you slightly closer as someone skirted around you two. “I’m starting to think you’re following me.” His tone was teasing and light.
You laughed, and the tension in your body drained as you settled closer to him. “Scouts honour!” You held up a salute, that you were pretty sure wasn’t right, but felt the rumble of his laughter in his chest. “Hey! I can actually buy you that drink now!”
You grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the bar, jumping up and down. He wound up pressed behind you, from his chest down to his thighs as he leaned over you to give his order to the bartender. When you reached for your purse his hand covered yours, passing bills to the man behind the bar with a nod. You turned in the enclosed space of him and the bar and gave him a stern look. “I was supposed to buy!” Your features drew into a pout that had Andy chuckling to you.
Andy only shrugged, a small smile on his face as he took a sip of his beer. More people surged to the right of you, pushing you ever closer to the man in question. A look of indignation flashed on his features so quickly you would have missed it if you hadn’t been looking so closely. He pulled you away from the bar leading you into the dance floor. With the bass it was impossible to talk so he held up 1 finger. One dance. Your heart fluttered, he remembered your words from before about not abandoning your friends. You twisted around to see the girls not far, each dancing with someone themselves. Turning back to Andy you smiled and nodded, reaching for him to come closer.
You weren’t sure how long you and Andy rocked together to the beat, as servers kept bringing drinks. The music and time all started to blur and everything felt hazy around the edges. It was only when Tanya started tugging on your arm, that you realized how long you’d been dancing with Andy. You leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek as Tanya’s hand insistently pulled on your own. Andy’s hand lingered on your waist for a moment before smiling softly to you and pulling away.
The three of you giggled and traded stories on the ride back to the resort. “Who was that guy you were dancing with?” Sarah slurred in your direction. You giggled as you tried to think of the words to describe your chance meeting with Andy, before you could open your mouth to respond, Tanya cut across you.
”He was so hot.” You sealed your mouth in a thin line and simply nodded. Your friends laughing and joking the whole way back, while you itched at the thought of your friends being interested in Andy.
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You groaned into your pillow. How much did I drink last night? Your head seemed to be pounding with the same beat from the club last night. You remembered flashes from the night before. Burning blue eyes, strong hands on hips, so much alcohol. The images flew through your brain before you could identify any of them accurately. There was burning anger roiling through your stomach. That one you couldn’t place at all.
Caffeine and a shower would clear your head.
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Spa day babes! You better be in! - Sarah
Right, the spa. You were just not into it today. A lazy day by the pool, that sounded more like what you wanted. You hesitated before texting her back. Would they be mad?
Sorry girls, just feeling like a pool day today.
You smiled at the string of crying emoji’s followed by Tanya’s response.
Your loss, we are gonna look fabulous later 😉- Tanya
Sipping on your iced mocha you pulled your book from your bag. You were eager to read while you had the time alone. It wasn’t often you could score a chair in the shade with perfect access to the bar. A server came over and you ordered a beer, wishing you had some chips or something to snack on.
It was after a few hours you decided to reapply your sunscreen, when you saw him. Taking long strides on the other side of the pool, Andy. Something made you want to get his attention. He was making his way to the pool bar…you could meet him from the other side. Mind made up you sprang into action, placing your bag atop your chair lest you lose it, you slipped on your sandals and made a beeline for the bar. The line was long, but you didn’t mind. You weren’t really looking for a drink anyways.
It took you a few minutes to locate him in the throng of people, but once you did, a small smile graced your lips. You were able to get through with minimal upset, and a few “excuse me”s. Reaching out you placed two fingers on his wrist to grab his attention.
”Hey Andy,” Heat rose through your body, you were nervous and you weren’t sure why.
His head whipped around at the contact and your voice. A smile spreading wide across his face that made your stomach flutter. “Sunshine! Wasn’t sure I’d see you around today.”
At your confused expression he continued.
”The club?” He raised an eyebrow and let out a bark of laughter at your confusion. He shook his head. “Nevermind. Any plans for today?”
You beamed at his attention, “Actually, none. I’m really excited. I have a chair,” You gestured to where you had been sitting. “And when I left there was an empty one beside me if you want to…” You trailed off, your impulsive want had given you courage that was starting to diminish. “I totally understand if you’ve got plans or something though…”
Andy didn’t answer right away, his eyes took you in. From your overheated face to your aged bikini. He licked his lips, “Are you sure? What about your friends?”
”Oh,” you perked up, understanding his hesitance now. He’s so respectful! “They have been giving me hourly updates from the Spa. I’ll be lucky if they make our dinner reservations at this rate.”
Andy inspected you for a moment, your eyes round and a little pleading. A small smile played across his lips, “Lead the way.” He grabbed two beers from the bartender and followed you closely back to your lounger. You stopped short on your approach, realizing the group beside you had claimed the previously empty lounger.
“What’s wrong?” Andy’s voice rumbled behind you.
You turned to him and pouted, “Someone took the empty chair.” Andy chuckled and motioned you forward to your seat. You moved your bag to the ground and perched near the bottom, “Come, sit!”
Andy plopped himself to the back of the lounge chair taking a long pull from the neck of his beer, you could see his eyes dancing with mirth behind his sunglasses. His thighs spread wide on either side of the chair with his feet planted on the ground. “You’re pretty insistent, huh?” A small smirk played across his lips.
Heat gathered in your face, “No, I mean not really. Sometimes, if you know I need to, I guess.” You fidgeted with a loose thread on your cover up. You had been so determined to see this man again, but now that he was here, you found yourself at somewhat of a loss for what to say.
As if he sensed your nerves, Andy launched into conversation. Asking you about your work, about your friends. Before long you found yourself openly talking about all your family and your cat. You were so absorbed in your conversation with him, you hadn’t noticed yourself leaning into him more.
”Oh God, I’ve been talking about myself way too much.” You settled yourself closer to him again, “Why don’t you tell me more about you? What do you do for work?”
Andy sighed, as if he had been dreading the question, “Normally I lie when people ask that question.” At your confused expression he chuckled and continued. “I’m a lawyer, actually Assistant District Attorney back home.”
Your face must have shown your shock, because Andy chuckled quietly as pink rose on his cheeks. He scratched at the back of his neck nervously. “Wow, I’m just surprised,” His lips thinned and you knew your mistake, “No! You just don’t look the type! Sorry, God this is coming out wrong. Like um, in my head I always saw lawyers as these stuffy old guys with no hair and like beer bellies.”
Andy let out a bark of a laugh that soothed your nerves instantly, his hand smoothing along your arm. You felt a trail of goosebumps follow his fingers, despite the hot weather. You opened your mouth to ask more, when a sweet voice cut across you.
”Hey girl, come on, we got to get back to the room if we’re going to make our reservation.” Tanya’s voice was that fake nice one she did when she was working. You raised an eyebrow at her, but the only response you got was a glare.
“Sure, okay. Um, I guess.” Andy frowned, “I’ll text you guys when I’m ready, just give me a minute?” You motioned to Andy and Sarah rolled her eyes. The girls stomped away back towards the building you were all staying in.
“Sorry about them. Figures they’d get butthurt when I don’t want to do what they want to do.” You started to gather up your things, before digging your phone from your beach bag. There were several missed texts and calls from the girls which sparked a twinge of guilt in your gut. “This is probably too…forward but um, would you want to exchange numbers? So we can, maybe meet up tomorrow?” You didn’t dare look him in the eye, instead boring a hole through your phone with the intensity of your stare. There were only a couple more days in your trip, you didn’t even know where this man lived. But you couldn’t fight how drawn you were to him.
His hand pulled your phone from your fingers, and he tapped a few times before handing it back. “I added myself and sent myself a text so you’ll have my number. Look forward to hearing from you Sunshine.” His hand held yours for a moment, and you looked up to him seeing a sweet smile on his face. Before you could second guess yourself you leaned up and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
You were really excited for tomorrow.
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Sarah and Tanya cheered up after you spilled on the details of your day with Andy. They also seemed to relax when they realized you hadn’t ditched them for him, he had just happened to be by the pool and you invited him over. They gushed about the spa and the massages you had missed out on. You laughed and drank and agreed to join them in the resort club later that night.
You felt your phone vibrate in your skirt pocket and fished it out.
Hope things went okay with your friends - Andy
Heat swooped through your body, pleased he had texted you first. “Is that your lover boy?” Tanya asked teasingly.
”What? Lover? No, no Andy’s just…umm” You weren’t sure how to describe him.
“Well you should get some while we’re here.” Sarah said, while gulping down a glass of wine. At your surprised look she continued. “I just know it’s…been a while. And it’s harmless, we’re only here for so long and then we get to go back home and back to work.” You all collectively ‘booed’ at the mention of work. “So, I am in full support of you getting laid! He’s hot.”
”Sooo hot.” Tanya chimed in. A pinched expression crossed your features, feeling the need to defend Andy.
”He’s also really smart, he’s a lawyer.”
”So he says.” Sarah covered her mouth after knowing she had overstepped. “Sorry, but I mean, I’m sure you didn’t tell him you did data entry for a living. He’s probably like working in the courthouse or something, and figured…nevermind.”
You frowned. Andy wouldn’t lie to you. You hadn’t lied to him. Even still you left him on read.
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Another morning, another pounding headache. You pulled the spare pillow over your eyes to block out the sun while groaning loudly. You were glad you only drank like this occasionally, you weren’t sure how Tanya and Sarah did this every weekend. Your phone chimed for the nightstand signalling a message. You slowly pulled the pillow from your face and glared through half open eyes in its general direction.
Pulling open the message app, you rubbed your eyes in hopes of waking up more.
Morning! Wanna get coffee and walk along the beach? - Andy
Your stomach swooped in joy making you feel all warm and tingly. You contemplated your message back for a few moments before responding.
Just need to take a shower, give me 30?
You saw the typing bubbles pop up almost instantly, frowning when they disappeared. Maybe he changed his mind? You stretched as you waited to see if he would respond. After a few moments you decided to just get ready, and check once you were feeling a little less hungover.
Showered and dressed you felt slightly more awake than you had previously. Although you knew regardless of Andy, you would still be heading down to the little cafe to get coffee. Checking your phone you saw he had responded, and felt giddy at the sight.
Sounds good, can’t wait 😊- Andy
You swore to yourself as you checked the time and realized you had about 5 minutes to get to the other side of the resort where the little cafe was, you typed out a quick On my way before dashing out of your room, in hopes that Andy would still be there. On your way you listened to the voice note from Sarah, letting you know her and Tanya would not be making it out of their rooms before noon. You laughed knowing that they would regret not getting chairs at the beach or the pool, and knowing that was why she had left you the voice note in the first place.
Rounding the corner, you saw Andy standing outside the Cafe with two to-go cups. His eyes lit up as you approached and you found yourself smiling despite the lack of caffeine.
”I sure hope one of those is for me.” You pouted up at him.
”Well I couldn’t invite you on our coffee date, and not supply the coffee.” He winked as he passed over your cup.
Taking your first sip, you sighed as the flavour hit your tongue, and began to shake loose the last remnants of your hangover. “Thank you Andy.”
He sent you a beaming smile, gesturing with his free hand in the general direction of the beach. “Shall we?”
You nodded and followed his slow pace towards the beach. The wind had calmed from the first day you were there with your friends, allowing you to soak in the sun without sand whipping your face. The two of you walked in amicable silence for a while, each sipping your coffees.
“So,” You started, feeling unsure of yourself, “Are you here with friends, or family?” You weren’t sure why the question left you feeling uneasy, and yet it did.
Andy scratched at the back of his neck, pink tinging his high cheek bones. “I uh, came by myself actually. Had a lot going on at home, and just needed to get away for a bit. Clear my head, you know?” He chuckled softly, as you nodded along. “I think I’m pretty lucky though.”
”What do you mean?” You supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing to be on vacation by yourself, but knowing yourself, you never would have actually come if it was just you.
”Well if I had come with a bunch of people, I know I wouldn’t have met you.” He winked, before grabbing your empty coffee cup and jogging to toss them in the empty cup bin not too far away.
You felt tingly from his words, and a little giddy. Andy walked back to you with a small smile on his face, and you found yourself drawn to him. Still, you wanted to know more about him.
“So, what’s your life like when you’re not on a beach?” Andy’s question left you kind of struggling. You wished you had a great story to tell, or some fun hobbies to share. But the reality made you feel kind of boring.
You laughed to try and hide your embarrassment, but it came out more like a wilted groan. “There’s not much to it really.” You sighed, just open up a bit. “I kind of hate my job, but it pays well and has good hours, which is so hard to find now.”
Andy nodded along as you spoke, you couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but you could feel his intense gaze on you.
”I go out with Tanya and Sarah the most, but I’m not really a huge ‘party’ person. So I don’t go out with them a lot. I recently got into baking though!” You could barely contain your excitement at your recently acquired hobby. “I haven’t done a lot, but it’s been so fun learning and getting to have sweet treats all the time.”
Andy chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Well that sounds like a fun way to spend a weekend.”
You beamed at his response. He doesn’t think you’re boring! You could have done a happy dance. “What about you? I’m sure being a lawyer, you have a hard time getting time to yourself?”
Andy sighed, “Yeah, you know. Most of the time it’s good, it feels like a good job. But there are times that I question why I chose this for myself. I always have to be on, which makes it really hard when I need to relax, you know?” Well no, your job was mind-numbingly boring, but still you nodded along, because you still understood.
“Oh!” You exclaimed, smacking your forehead with your hand, “I wanted to ask, where are you from?”
It was an innocent enough question, and yet Andy’s brow furrowed above his sunglasses. Realizing your mistake, you flushed in embarrassment, again. “Oh no! Not like ‘I wanna stalk you and find your home’ where are you from. No, I mean you sound like you’re from around Boston, and I have family there. And they have the same accent.” All in one breath, you said that all in one breath. Why were you so awkward?
The tension in Andy’s shoulders eased as he watched you speak. A twitch in his lip as if to smile, but he was holding it back. “No you’re right, sorry about that. I just get a little…nervous I guess. A lot of people don’t like people with my job.” Andy shrugged and you realized he had started steering you both back to the resort. “I’m from just outside of Boston actually, just a small town I guess. But it’s really nice.”
You nodded and tried to send him a bright smile that came out more strained than you intended. To say you were mortified was an understatement. You couldn’t even find words to continue the conversation. Andy must have noticed your change in demeanor, because soon he was pulling you behind one of the buildings.
”Hey, what’s wrong?” He pushed you against the wall gently, and framed your face with both of his hands. His sunglasses now tucked in the front of his shirt, you could see the concern shining through his eyes.
”I’m so sorry Andy. I didn’t mean to be-“ He cut you off by leaning down and sealing his lips over your own.
Your eyes were wide as saucers, shocked at the sudden turn of events. Maybe he found boring, stalkers charming? It only took a few moments before you let your eyes drift shut, and you let yourself respond to the kiss. And boy, did this man know how to kiss. You felt the scratch of his beard against your cheeks, and they way his palms gripped your jaw now, holding you in place. You placed your hands on his arms, and slowly soothed them up until your arms were wrapped around his neck. His tongue licked across the seam of your lips once, before pulling away.
You kept your eyes shut, as you panted for breath. Andy’s eyes were on you as you blinked your own open owlishly. “Sorry,” He smirked down at you, clearly not sorry at all. “I couldn’t help myself, you just looked so sweet.”
Your hands still wrapped around his neck, you pulled to urge him back to you, and he came willingly. Just as you were about to kiss again, your phone started ringing obnoxiously. You both groaned in unison, and you dropped your head to Andy’s chest. Leave me alone! But instead of listening to your thoughts, your phone just kept on ringing until you finally reached to check who was calling.
Tanya’s name flashed across the screen.
”I’m sorry,” You bit your lip as you gazed up at Andy, “It’s Tanya, I should check to make sure her and Sarah haven’t died of alcohol poisoning from last night.” You rolled your own eyes, knowing exactly what the call would be.
Andy’s expression was hard to read, but he nodded anyways.
”Hey Tanya, what’s up?”
”Hey girl! So where did you get a seat? I can’t seem to find you anywhere? And it looks like all the chairs are taken on the beach and by the pool.” You narrowed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, in hopes it would prevent you from sighing.
”I’m actually just taking a walk,” Andy motioned towards the lobby, where you saw them setting up for an event. “Probably going to head to the lobby to see if they have anything going on.”
Tanya huffed on the other end of the line, “Oh, cool. I guess I’ll text you if I find a spot?”
”Sure, sounds good!” You clicked off the line, bitterness and guilt swirling in your gut.
You hadn’t meant to lie to Tanya, and really you hadn’t. Just omitted the fact that you were with Andy. And still, you were annoyed that she had expected you, once again, to make sure everything was all set up for the day.
Andy’s hand guiding you to the lobby, pulled you from your thoughts. You peaked up at him, but he seemed to have pretty well ignored your phone call with Tanya. The resort staff had set up a painting session with different options ranging from knick-knacks to clothing to paint. “What do you think?”
You glanced up to see him inspecting you closely. With his gaze so acutely focused on you, you found yourself fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You weren’t sure how but you knew he was asking you to choose. With the bitterness of Tanya’s most recent call still on your mind, the choice was easy. “Only if you promise not to judge my terrible art skills.”
Andy’s laugh had the tension easing in you immediately. He placed his arm around your waist more securely and picked a spot at one of the more secluded tables. The two of you set to work each painting your own items. You had chosen a shirt, and had roughly sketched out the shape you wanted to paint. Andy had grabbed a small canvas bag and had just dug in. You couldn’t really see what he was doing, but he seemed to be pretty intensely focused.
“So, you wanna talk about the phone call?” You glanced up to see Andy still focused on his painting. Giving you the room to decide if you wanted to confide in him. You stared at his hands for a long moment, watching as he delicately applied more paint to his brush and began layering the colours.
“It’s not a big deal.” You could hear the sadness in your own voice. You added some red to your brush to add some boldness to your painting. You sighed, but kept your eyes focused on your work, afraid you would make a mistake. “I don’t really mind when they’re like this.”
Andy’s fingers brushed against your knuckles that had turned white with the force you were using to hold down the shirt. When your eyes met his, they were full of warmth and concern. You flexed your fingers under his, before threading them through your own. You gave him a weak smile, that you could feel turning watery. “I just get annoyed sometimes.” He hummed to encourage you to continue, “I’m the ‘responsible’ one, you know? I plan everything, I book everything, I make sure we get chairs, whatever. It’s my job. And I’m good at it, so it’s just easier. But I feel like…” you trailed off afraid to make the declaration that had haunted your thoughts out loud.
Andy’s fingers squeezed yours slightly, there was a pinched expression on his face. Like he was trying to puzzle out the best way to say something. Before he could you let free the thought that had tormented you for years, “I sometimes feel like it’s the only reason they keep me around. That if I just went with the flow, they wouldn’t want me around.”
“Oh Sunshine,” He scooted his chair closer and pulled you onto his lap, a soothing hand on your back. He placed a featherlight kiss to the top of your head and pulled you to his chest, “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
Your response was a mirthless laugh buried in his neck, “Or maybe they know enough.”
Andy pulled you back by your shoulders and tilted your chin up forcing you to meet his eyes. There was a fire that seemed to be burning in them now, and when he spoke his voice was stern. “No. Anyone who thinks that isn’t worth your time.” He placed both hands cradling your face now, “It’s only been two days and I know that all I want to do is spend more time with you. You’re beautiful, you’re kind, clearly smart, all I can keep thinking is I want to know more. There’s no way that anyone who does know more than me would want to spend less time with you.”
You tried to smile at him, but it came out more like a grimace. Instead you leaned into his hands and their strong, calming feeling. You let your eyes close and inhaled his woody scent, finding more comfort than you expected. Turning you placed a peck on his palm, “You want to finish your painting? Maybe go for a walk?” You shook your head and made to get off of his lap, at his confused look, you leaned in and kissed his lips.
“No, let’s finish these before they kick us out.” Your eyes darted to the staff wandering through the tables, who were starting to gather items from guests who had already finished their work. Andy sent you a smile that was half encouraging, half worried, but you placed yourself back in your seat and focused back on your painting. The little bird on a twig you had sketched out was so close to being done. It wasn’t going to get you rich and famous, but it was cute and you were pleased with how it was coming along.
You both worked in silence for the next little while, although you felt Andy’s eyes on you every so often. When you were finally done you held up your shirt to show Andy, his smile had you beaming at your work. When he held up the canvas bag to show you, you were in shock. He had painted a beach landscape, including palm trees and chairs with the most beautiful sunset above it.
“Andy! That’s incredible! I wouldn’t believe you did that if I hadn’t been sitting here the whole time.” His face took on a pink hue, and he was scratching at the back of his neck again. You grabbed his free hand with both of your own and said to him solemnly, “Thank you for showing me your talent.”
He pulled you to him as he stood, his lips placing a teasing kiss on your nose that had you giggling as you tilted to meet his lips with your own. Instead of acquiescing to you, he started peppering kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, and even the corner of your mouth, teasing you as your giggles turned more raucous. You finally managed to grab his head between both of your hands and guide him to your lips. He rumbled in his chest, as you licked at the seam of his lips. He opened to you, but didn’t deepen the kiss further.
”Why don’t I get us a drink, while you find us somewhere to sit?” He suggested as he pulled away, you nodded and started to gather up yours and Andy’s things. Just as you started stacking away the supplies for the staff, one of the ladies came over, “Your boyfriend seems like such a wonderful man, you shouldn’t let him go.”
You weren’t sure how to respond to that, but gave her a sweet smile and looked around for somewhere to sit. Andy was still over at the lobby bar, so you chose a table that was shaded with a view of the resort. You pulled your phone from your bag and saw all the missed messages from the girls.
I still can’t find a spot 😩- Tanya
Me either! Are we all still looking? - Sarah
Nah, let’s go get drunk. - Tanya
There were several more messages, but nothing directed right at you. You stared at the screen for a moment, your emotions coming in waves. Until finally a settling peace came over you. Andy was right, and you were done taking care of everything for them.
You were startled from your thoughts by Andy’s return, he raised his eyebrows at you, but you simply smiled and accepted your drink from him. “What on earth is this?” You laughed as you looked at the multi-coloured monstrosity in your hand.
Andy looked sheepish and chuckled with you, “I have no idea. It was their daily themed drink, and there’s rum in it.” He took a sip of his own and then winced, “And apparently half a cup of sugar.”
You giggled at his reaction, taking your own sip, pleasantly surprised at the flavour. You wound up moving your seats to sit beside Andy, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you tight into his side. You felt the pressure of a kiss on the top of your head and sighed.
“So one of the ladies working the painting thing said something when you went to go get us drinks.” You didn’t dare look at him, not sure why you were bringing this up. Maybe to reassure yourself it was crazy, maybe to gauge his reaction, maybe both.
Andy stiffened subtly beside you, but hummed.
”She said you were my boyfriend, and that I’d be a fool to let you go.” You chanced a glance up to see his expression, as the tension eased from his shoulders. A smirk was pulling at his lips, but he was clearly trying to contain it.
Instead of responding, he angled himself towards you and turned you to fully face him. His hands framed your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Nudging your nose with his own before sinking into your lips. He licked at your lips, his fingers tickling along your neck causing you to gasp. Andy took full advantage and deepened the kiss further, his hands drifting down your body.
After your initial surprise had worn off, your tongue met his to battle for dominance. A fight that you were already losing. Your hands started to touch of their own accord. His hair, his neck, his chest. You squeaked as you felt your seat move from an impact, jolting you into Andy and back to reality. You felt flush at the realization that you had been making out in public.
You soothed your fingers along the crease in his brow, which eased immediately and turned to follow his gaze. Behind you stood Tanya and Sarah. Sarah looked annoyed, if somewhat pleased, while Tanya just looked frustrated.
”So, when you said walk on the beach, you meant hooking up?” Tanya’s sneering words hurt more than you’d want to admit.
You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form the words you wanted to say in response, but everything in your head sounded like excuses or pathetic.
“You know what? Whatever, you want to spend the rest of your vacation with him, it’s fine.” With that Tanya stormed away in the general direction of the bar.
Sarah gave you a halfhearted smile and squeezed your shoulder gently, “Have fun, just tell us the truth next time.” You winced, but nodded and reached for her hand squeezing softly. The look in her eyes held caution, something you rarely saw on either of your friends. She gave Andy a stern look before following in the direction Tanya had stormed off to.
Andy shifted nervously beside you, and you found yourself struggling with what to do. Chasing your friends meant abandoning what was happening with Andy. Staying with Andy felt like it was going to be a line drawn in your friendship. You grabbed his hand and whispered softly, “What do I do?”
For the second time that day, you felt tears gathering in your eyes. With his free hand, Andy stroked your hair back from your face. “I can’t tell you that, Sunshine.”
You whined at his words, knowing they were true, but wishing someone could just fix this for you.
”I can tell you I’m sorry.” Your eyes met his, seeing guilt and sadness swirling there. “I’ve been so selfish. From the moment I saw you, I was drawn to you. But, you’re on vacation with your friends, and I’m so, so sorry that I’ve come between you.”
”How do you do that?” You traced along his jaw with your finger, he quirked an eyebrow in question and you continued. “How do you-just.” You hummed and searched your brain for the words, “You haven’t done anything wrong Andy. They’re right, I shouldn’t have lied to them.”
”So what do you want to do?” There was no accusation in his tone, rather warmth and if anything curious. You shrugged once before shaking your head.
“They need time to cool off, and so do I.” You reached out to Andy again and cupped his cheek in your hand. “I want to stay with you.” Andy beamed at your choice and nuzzled into your palm. He placed a chaste kiss there before pulling you into another conversation.
You spent the rest of the day talking, walking, and drinking with Andy. The time had passed so quickly, that you didn’t even realize how late it was until the sun started to set. The two of you grabbed dinner together at the buffet, before he walked you to your room and you said your good nights.
While you got ready for bed, you decided to make a conscious effort to apologize to Tanya and Sarah tomorrow. Thankful for the early night, you snuggled into the bed feeling more content than you had in a long time.
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The next morning found you down by the pool, with your things strewn across three lounge chairs. Once you were sure that no one would steal your seats, you made a quick trip over to the cafe to grab three iced coffees to bring back.
Hope you have a wonderful day Sunshine. ❤️- Andy
You smiled down at your phone as you waited in line, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
You too! Miss you!
You bit your lip, considering if you should have sent that text. You didn’t have much time to think on it though, before the barista was calling out that your order was ready. You thanked them and headed back to the chairs to see Sarah and Tanya waiting for you there. You passed each of the girls their own drink before taking a seat in the middle lounger.
“Listen, about yesterday-“ Tanya cut you off before you could continue.
”It’s fine.” From the thinning of her lips, and the way she refused to look at you, you knew it was not in fact ‘fine.’
”Just let me say this, and then you can decide if you’re still mad at me.” Tanya huffed, and Sarah reached out and squeezed your hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I was doing. I promise, I didn’t mean to lie. Andy had asked me to get coffee and go for a walk in the morning, and you guys had already left me messages that you were sleeping in, so I didn’t think it would be a big deal to go.”
You paused to gauge their reaction. Tanya was busy studying her coffee, giving you no indication that she was even listening let alone cared. Sarah was nodding along, which was at least better than Tanya.
”By the time you guys called that you were coming down, I had already realized that there was no chance we were gonna get chairs anywhere. So, I was already going to just wander the resort. But I should have told you then that I was with Andy. I’m really sorry I didn’t. And I’m really sorry that you thought I ditched you guys.”
Sarah pulled you into a quick hug, “Thank you! Now we can get back to gossiping and drinking and having fun. Right, T?” Her smile fell as she looked at Tanya, who seemed to be more interested in the guys throwing a football in the pool than the two of you.
”Hmm, what? Oh! Yeah, sure. It’s fine, I was really just trying to make you sweat it out anyways.” She giggled and winked at you when you finally made eye contact with her. “We should go flirt with them.”
You and Sarah laughed, but followed her into the pool. Spending the day laughing and joking with your friends had eased your guilt and your anxiety about everything that had happened.
Since it was your last day there you had nice dinner reservations at the steakhouse where you all mourned the return to reality. Just as you were eating your dessert your phone pinged in your pocket.
Since it’s our last night here, do you have time to see me? - Andy
You hesitated, you wanted to see Andy. You weren’t sure if you would ever see him again after this place. But you had just gotten everything right with the girls again. You cleared your throat pulling their attention to you. “Would you guys mind if I went to meet up with Andy after dinner?”
Tanya and Sarah shared a look before both turning to you with broad smiles. “Of course not, girl! Go, have fun with your hot, hot lawyer.” Relief flooded you with Tanya’s words. You pulled them both into tight hugs and went to meet Andy.
He was standing on his own, just outside the club entrance when you saw him. He had light dress pants and loafers on, paired with a bright blue button down t-shirt. From the distance he still looked so good to you. He was busy with his phone so you took your time taking in the arch of his brow and the way he bit his bottom lip.
Shivering you tried your best to sneak up on him, and tapped him on the shoulder. He swung around, a grin spreading across his face as he saw you. He swept you up and spun you around, which had you giggling and begging him to put you down. “I wasn’t sure if I would see you tonight.” He murmured before locking lips with you.
You gave into his kiss immediately. Tangling your fingers in his hair, while his own pulled you so you were slotted firmly against his chest. You both sighed as you parted, breathing in each other’s scents.
”It’s our last night, we should enjoy it, right?” Although you were so glad to see Andy again, you felt a twinge of sadness as you said the words. Andy cupped your face with both of his hands, his thumbs gently tracing your lips. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he felt the same as you.
”C’mon Sunshine.” He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before pulling you into the club behind him.
The two of you danced and kissed for a while before the sadness started to tug at you once more. You pulled Andy to the seating area furthest from the dance floor. Once in the cover of darkness, you tucked yourself as close to him as you could. You could feel his breath against your ear as he murmured to you, but couldn’t catch the words over the music.
It felt like all too soon, you were ready to call it a night as you had to be up early to make your airport transfer. Andy walked you back to your room again, and you debated inviting him in. But of course, he had to be up early for his transfer too. You both promised to text and call, to try and get together once you were back home.
Part of you felt like it was you both placating each other. But you gave him a tight hug and a lingering kiss before closing yourself in your room.
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Your routine seemed to creep back up on you once you were settled back at home. You smiled fondly to yourself thinking of your trip as you danced around the kitchen while you made dinner. Nothing fancy, just some pasta and chicken. As you reached into the fridge for a bottle of wine your doorbell rang. Confused, you checked your phone to see no missed calls or texts - it must be an Amazon delivery driver that got lost.
You cleaned off your hands, and jogged to the door as the doorbell went again, followed by a loud knock. “Hang on! I’m coming.”
You were shocked when you pulled open the door to reveal, “Andy?” You squealed and launched yourself into his arms. He laughed as he carried you back over the threshold and into your home. “Surprise Sunshine, I had to come see you.”
You leaned up and kissed him hungrily as Andy kicked your door shut behind him. You both were pulling on each other's clothes, when you suddenly froze in place.
”Sunshine? What’s wrong?” Andy cradled your face in his hands, his eyes shining with worry. You stood stock still, before your hands moved to Andy’s, his grip on your jaw unwavering. The worry in his eyes, slowly being replaced by something else, something darker.
Because you realized, you had never told Andy where you lived.
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