Warnings: fucking in front of a window (i can’t remember what that’s called right now), dirty talk
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It was a Thursday evening. You and Andy were having dinner with friends at this fancy restaurant which meant fancy clothes. You had already gotten dressed and you were standing in the front room of the penthouse staring at Andys back. He was standing in front of the large windows overlooking the city below with a glass in hand. You walk up to him.
"When are we leaving?" You say.
He turns to face you and before he can speak his gaze drops down your body. He's wearing a crisp black suit with his tie undone. He always looked good but him in suits was delicious. It was different.
"You look fucking stunning baby" He manages to spit out.
"Thank you" You reply with a blush. You weren’t a stranger to compliments and knew how to take them, but it was different when Andy gave them.
He sets his drink down and walks around you slowly before landing back in front of you. His fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head up to face him.
"Beautiful."
He spins you both, so he is behind you, and you’re at the window facing the city. He presses his body into you. You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing deep into your back. He kisses you deeply and you feel your mind swarm. Your body heating with his hands at the short hem of your dress, dragging it upwards.
"I want you," Andy whispers. "Right here baby where everyone can see you." His mouth pressed up against your ear.
"We have to leave soon..." You tried to remind him. Really you didn't care, if anything you would've gladly stayed home to fuck him for the rest of the night. But it was fun to tease him by resisting. He knew what you wanted anyways.
You heard him chuckle lightly. "We both know I could get you off in a minute if I needed to, but we have plenty of time so put your hands up on the glass and spread your legs for me, yeah?"
You give a sharp intake at his words and place your hands up on the window, feeling the cold glass against your heated body.
He continues lifting your dress but stops abruptly.
"Baby?" He says, all his movements halting. "Where are your panties?"
You can't help but giggle at his stunned tone. You had deliberately left them off as a surprise for at the restaurant or in the car, but he was so impatient it was happening now.
"I seemed to have lost them." Is your response, teasing.
"Is that right, hmm?" Andys gruffly voice making your body vibrate with lust.
He moves one hand to the entrance of your cunt, "I'm gonna fuck you, right here, for the whole city to see how you take me and your going to moan and groan until you can only think of my cock, okay?”
You nodded, the only response you could think to give.
You loved him like this, when he lost control and his composure and his rawness was left. It was what made you love him. Almost like he was connected to your thoughts he pushed into you with a sharp thrust, catching you off guard. One of his arms wraps around your waist and the other is holding up your own arms, pressing you harder into the window.
He moves slowly at first, knowing the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you was everything. Andy had fucked you countless times but every time it was by the window it was a little more raw than ever. Knowing anyone could see you but not touch you. It drove him crazy almost more than it did you.
He was fucking into you so quickly you felt like you couldn’t catch a breath. Every time he pulled out, preparing to pump back in you felt empty, like you needed his cock back in you so you could breathe. You felt your eyes prick with tears and you didn’t bother to hide them.
Andy sees them falling down your face and kisses your cheeks, his hips work faster and you know it’s the sight of your tears making him want you more.
“Does it hurt baby?” He asks roughly. You nod your head. “Good.”
His hand makes its way back to your clit, rubbing and flicking it more. It’s too much. You try to pull away from him but it only pushes your cunt further down onto his cock. It’s a strange feeling and you let out a mix between a cry and a moan, adding to the sounds already floating in the apartment. It’s too much. Your body feels tight like it’s ready to pop.
He fucks you harder, the cold window soothing your burning skin. He’s whispering filthy things in your ear. Telling you he loves you this way, presented to the world, and thinking of nothing but cock. You can’t help it and you don’t want to so you come. It’s hard and sharp, you feel like your being pulled off a cliff and Andy isn’t far behind you. You cry out, loudly and Andy’s hand comes down to cover your mouth. It may have been a large apartment but people would still hear a scream that loud.
You feel his warm release coat the inside of your cunt and you spasm around him, hearing him hiss from the over stimulation.
“That was perfect, You we’re perfect baby.” He whispers, pulling his cock from you slowly. leaving you feeling empty. “C’mon we gotta go.”
If it were up to you you would be warming his cock all night long.
He pulls your dress down and pulls you to the elevator. It isn’t until your in the taxi you remember your not wearing any panties. And Andy’s cum is dripping from your cunt.
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Hey babe!! Can I request Andy x Desi!reader with these prompts:
“how about this. i go out, get your favorite ice cream while you take a nice bath and by the time we’re both done, we can watch our show.”
and
soothing kisses
Thank you so much and congratulations again!!!
Liquid Love
a/n: hi heather 🥺🥺 love u sm. this turned out to be autistic!desi!reader but ofc everyone's experience is different. i hope it doesn't take away from the story 🫶🏻💕💕banner by @/cafekitsune
“Feeling better? Hm?” Slowly, Andy runs his big palm in circles around your belly button, adjusting pressure unconsciously when you whine, gaze focused on the drama playing on the TV, volume as low as it can go.
You’re a sweet otter on its back, half-heartedly mouthing at a Kirkland kulfi bar, warm and cozy after your everything shower; traces of coconut oil waft from your head, his careful massaging lulling you to forget your soreness.
Every month, he prepares for the war your body wages on you, beating you down with bloating and aches and pains that overwhelm you in their intensity. This time, it’s no different, with you coming home and melting down the moment the door shut behind you; the world is so cruel, darling.
Carefully, Andy moves closer, smiling when you tuck your head underneath his bearded chin, right where it belongs, rubbing slightly to stim as you finish your treat.
You frown a little, “too icy...” one last taste, “no mango.” He hums apologetically, landing a kiss on your forehead, two, three, five; he’ll make up for it and buy something from a proper brand tomorrow, but tonight, he'll stay by your side as you fight through the pain again.
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as always, if i include something in my writing that is incorrect or inaccurate, pls let me know!! im not desi, possiblyyyy undiagnosed autistic(?) so i might get stuff wrong. send me an ask (be nice pls) and i'll make changes.
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