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.
---
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…
---
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.
---
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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Why is the pacing so weird? Don't hate me i wrote this over several days and my mind is a mess.
also, damn this post looks so good in the dark mode. I made the dividers nobody steal them. if you do I'll come to your home at night and watch you sleep.
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