Ohhhh what about giving Mafia!Andy Barber head under the dinner table at a gathering and after he thanks you by letting you ride him? Maybe something like that
a/n: omg this fantasy is too good, i think i might pass out
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Andy’s fingers had been tangled in your hair the entire evening.
It had been so casual during the party when he’d told you to slip off your seat beside him and crawl under the table. The words he shared with the other gangsters barely wavered as he, for the remainder of the meal, clutched onto your head and bopped it to the rhythm of his heart’s content, letting you drool and gag on his cock as he and the other guests got to enjoy the finest cuisine money could buy.
Though when the dessert plates were at last cleared and it was time for the men to move into the other room for cigars and brandy, he simply smirked down at your kneeling form, slotted between his thighs, and before he got up from his seat, his thumb caressed the saliva on your cheek before he let his desire rule the night.
The companions in attendance usually weren’t allowed to join the gruff criminals as they shut the doors to that room, but if the great Andy Barber wanted to drag you with him and include you in the boys’ club, then no one in their right mind would dare to tell him no.
If he wasn’t done with you at dinner, well then you’d simply have to evolve into the evening’s entertainment. Bouncing in the mobster’s lap as he sat in a leather tufted armchair, the display was fogged up by the clouds of smoke that the surrounding gangster puffed into the air as they shifted in their seats, as per Andy’s brash encouragement, to catch a better glace of how your pretty pussy stretched for all of them to see.
Your stupid boyfriend (already marked as ex and unbeknown to you sentenced to death anyway) drags you into a mess that is a high stakes poker with the underground's most dangerous mobsters. And since he lost all his money and his car, you're next as the prize to win. Despite your protests, you're made to sit there in your pretty but cheap dress while your ex loses another round. But which mafia man wins you (there can only be one)?
Is it the Boston's cruel legacy?
Is it the one who rules New York with an iron fist?
Or West Coast's unpredictable new ruler?
Eva strikes again! I don’t know how to thank you for gifting me these ideas and tidbits that has gotten my muse working again!
Winner Winner
Starring: Mob!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re Andy’s Prize
Warnings: 18+ Only. No Minors! Mob behavior. Dubcon. D/s undertones. Oral Sex (f receiving).
Word Count: 1488
“There’s no need to be scared, honey. I’m not going to hurt you.” His warm palm is firm as he squeezes your inner thigh. “Unless that’s your thing. Wadda you think? You want me to mark your pretty skin?”
Muffled screams capture your attention as you peer down the dark hallway where your boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend was dragged after losing his last hand. After losing his money, car, and keys to his luxury apartment, you figured the night was over. You told him beforehand he’d never win in the high stakes game of poker with the country’s most infamous mobsters, but he was convinced he could win everything back and more with this final hand.
And he put you up as collateral.
Crossing and uncrossing your legs, you tug lightly at the short hem of your dress, a barely there cheap number that your ex insisted on you wearing. You never had a problem with the way you looked, you thought you were pretty, but looking around you felt a little insecure around these women hanging off the arms of these important men in their designer dresses and expensive accessories.
“You look beautiful in that dress, but don’t worry. I’ll fill your closet with a wardrobe that will make every other woman in here seething with envy.” Andy hooks his finger under your chin and directs you to look him in the eyes. “Would you like that?”
Nodding, you immediately wonder how much of your life you’re going to have to give up. A kept woman was never on your list of aspirations, yet here you were, a woman owned. An object passed from one man to another as a prize for a lucky hand.
You’ve never met Andy Barber before, but you’ve certainly heard of him. Just uttering his name strikes fear in the city of Boston, and local businesses know to pay their monthly dues lest they want to fend for themselves without the protection from the most ruthless man in the city. At least that’s his reputation on the street.
You didn’t expect him to be this attractive, and you’d been stealing glances at him all night. Perfectly coiffed brown hair and a beard to match. Long lashes framed steel blue eyes, and my goodness does he have some full plump lips. And the way his biceps strain against his suit jacket…
“See something you like, honey?” Andy’s voice breaks into your thoughts, and you turn away, embarrassed that he caught you staring. Clearing his throat he rises from his seat, holding his hand out to you to help you up. “Would you like to see the rest of the club? This one happens to be one of my favorites that I’ve acquired.”
“Oh I didn’t know that this was yours. I’d love to see it”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Andy grabs your hand, leading you in the direction of a winding staircase. “But I hope you’ll like getting to know me.”
For the next half hour Andy showed you around the club. There were so many rooms, different types of music. Places like the poker room where your journey started, to down in the basement where on special nights people would gather to indulge in some of their deepest fantasies. Running your hand down one of the velvet couches you stop to play with one of the restraints left from a previous session, tracing around the cuff with your fingertips.
“Is this what you’re into?” You jump when Andy’s Boston accent cuts through the silence. He’s so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell his cologne as his lips lightly graze your neck.
“Come on. Last stop is my office.”
His office is just like you would imagine an office of a mob boss would be, leather furniture accented with mahogany wood walls and thick black carpet. To hide the blood, you think as you wrap your arms around yourself.
“Can I get you a drink?” Andy’s pouring himself a healthy glass of scotch, and you nod your head, thanking him as he hands you your own glass. The liquor burns your throat as you take a sip. Hopefully a little liquid courage will help you to relax.
“You’re so tense,” Andy takes a healthy swig from his glass before taking his and yours and setting both down on his desk. His looming frame towers over you, and it’s the first time this evening that you were afraid. No one knows where you are, and if they did you doubt they’d come running to help.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can’t bear to look him in the face. Andy takes a deep breath, studying you before he speaks.
“I already told you I wasn’t going to. You have my word.” His large hands cradle your face, tilting your head up so you’re forced to look into his eyes. “I always keep my word.”
His lips are firm but soft as he envelopes yours in a kiss. Gently he walks you backwards until you’re sitting on his desk, his kiss intensifying when he slides his tongue along your lips and you invite him inside. You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, your pulse racing and your pussy tingling and begging to be touched.
Andy looks down at you, searching your face for any indication you want him to stop. You don’t want him to stop, but was this really a good idea?
“Still don’t trust me?” He raises an eyebrow, and your mouth opens to speak but you’re at a complete loss of words. Andy shrugs off his expensive suit jacket, tossing it the short distance to the black leather couch. He then loosens his tie, pulling it from his collar and allowing it to fall to the floor. The buttons around his collar and each arm are next, and you’re mesmerized by his tattooed forearms as he rolls up each shirt sleeve. It's then that Andy drops to his knees and spreads your legs wide with his hands.
The pounding of your heart thumps in your ears as this powerful man kneels between your open legs. His deep blue eyes never leave yours as his fingers slide under your dress, peeling the tiny g-string from your body and down your legs, slipping the garment into his back pocket.
Draping your legs over his shoulders he kisses up and down both of your thighs and around your mound, pulling you close to the edge of his desk by your hips. “Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. Andy gently spreads your petals with his fingertips, briefly admiring how delicious they look smeared with your slick.
“What a gorgeous pussy you have honey,” he compliments, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “I wonder how she tastes.” He licks a slow long stripe up the cut of you, swirling his tongue around your clit.
“Andy!” You gasp as he sucks your clit between his lips and sucks. Your eyes flutter shut and you almost collapse to his desk when everything stops.
“Nuh-uh pretty girl. Eyes on me.” He nips at your inner thigh. “Want you to see how a man is supposed to eat that sweet little cunt of yours.” Andy eats your pussy like he’s a criminal on death row and you’re his last meal. His finger teases your entrance before sliding inside and curling against your sweet spot.
It's quick the way he finds the rhythm, his tongue and finger working in tandem to get you off. Your hands ache with how hard you’re gripping the edge of Andy’s desk trying to ground yourself, but the way he’s working you over has you quickly lost in your pleasure.
“That’s it. He coaxes between kitten licks. Give it to me. Give me everything.” He adds another thick digit to your sopping cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit back and forth to replace his tongue. “Come on pretty girl, cum for me.”
You don’t care who hears you when you shout Andy’s name as you shatter, his tongue relentless, flicking against your clit as you ride his fingers and face through your release.
“Better?” Andy kisses your clit, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he stands. He helps you to your feet, a firm hand on your hip to help steady you on your wobbly legs. But instead of leading you from the room the hand on your hip follows a path up your back, to your neck until his fingers are tangled in your locks. Andy gently but firmly guides you to your knees, the tent in his pants aligned perfectly with your lips.
“This is the start of something beautiful, I can feel it.” He smiles down at you while unbuttoning his slacks. “But first you have to learn how to suck Daddy’s cock.”
Navy im telling you this right after i read Bride and Groom, I WILL KEEP THINKING ABOUT THIS UNTIL YOU GIVE US A PART TWO but i can wait until whenever you feel ready to update
And i hope that you dont have any plans about killing us with angst
Anyway, i will keep reading it over and over until the next part
Btw are we married with Andy or is his wife not a reader?
I'm glad you enjoyed the first part, lovely! I'll try not to make you lovelies wait too long. I'll also try not to kill you with angst. 😉
Andy has his own reader. While his reader won't be as front and center as Nick's reader, we will see her and Andy will have his own one-shot to give insight into his relationship and thoughts. Hope you all enjoy.
NAVY YOU LEGEND YOU LITERALLY PRODUCE FIC IDEAS SO FAST MY BRAIN FAILS TO CATCH UP! WR ABSOLUTELY DON'T DESERVE YOU !!
also i have teeny tiny question , are we going to see Nick's ally Andy and his girl more ? who's his girl how'd they come to be together and also how do you think steve , nick and andy would react to being teased throughout the day individually??
A legend?! I'm not worthy. I always feel like you lovelies will get sick of hearing my crazy ideas. Like, "Really, Navy, another one?". 😂 I appreciate it! ❤️
And to answer your question, yes! The main focus will be Nick x reader, but Andy has his own "reader". We'll see bits of their relationship and touch on how they met. Nick and Andy both love their partners and would set the world on fire if anything happened to them. 🔥
As far as being teased...what kind of teasing are talking about? 🤔
Navy! If Steve is Nick's enemy, does Nick have anyone on his side?
Hi, nonnie! Nick does have an ally of sorts.
Andy and Nick have worked together in the past and they, for the most part, get along well and stay out of each other's territories. Nick primarily deals with guns while Andy deals with narcotics.
He recognizes that Steve is a dangerous man and will step in, but only if the situation calls for it. The former lawyer has his own woman to protect and care for, so he does his best not to rattle the cage. He isn't going to fuel a war if it means putting the love of his life in harm's way.
