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.”
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT (at the end), violence, allusion murder, oral (f receiving) tongue fucking (at the end), heavy make out sessions, no p in v
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and follow | what do we think? I'm loving those four honestly, this chapter? a fucking pain in the ass, it took so long and instead of the p in v you only get oral. Well you gotta wait till 4th chapter
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹
Lloyd circled the man bound to the chair, he had several cuts in his knees and a cloth stuffed into his mouth. Two broad men stood by the door, preventing the man bound with ropes from escaping.
His rage about to boil over, a glare on his face as gripped the man’s throat. “You dare to ambush my girl, you think you have the right to scare her?” Lloyd flicked his knife into the thigh of his victim who’s scream was muffled through the cloth.
“What’s your plan huh? I know there is more,” something about this man felt familiar to Lloyd but he couldn’t quite place it.
“You two, try to get something out of him while I tend to my girl,” he instructed the two men at the door who nodded. The blonde opened the door for his boss while the brunette strode over to the bounded man.
He walked back to you and Andy. As he opened the door the sight in front of him almost had him on his knees.
Your head laid on Andy’s lap, your eyes closed while his fingers threaded through your hair and Alf laid on the other side of Andy. You looked so peaceful and comfortable.
Lloyd stepped inside with a soft smile, “how’s she doing?” he asked and sat himself next to Alf who lifted his head and turned his body towards the mob boss. “Better, she cried and then fell asleep,” Andy told him with a worried expression.
“I think there is more behind this man, stalking her for weeks? There has to be more,” Lloyd said leaning back against the couch.
Andy nodded along, agreeing with him. It was weird, they had to find out if it was only him and who the man was. “I don’t want her to be alone…what if there is actually someone bigger and they send someone else?”
The worries that Andy brought up were justified, but how would they tell you? “I don’t think she would feel okay to live with us,” Lloyd had a point, however they couldn’t think of another solution at the moment.
“She won’t, but what else can we do?” Andy was just as desperate as Lloyd and all they wanted was to protect you.
“We should wake her,” he added with a sigh, wanting everything but to wake you, you looked too beautiful.
Lloyd stroked your cheek gently, whispering into your ear, “sunshine, wake up, come on….” A soft hum left your lips, and a yawn escaped you, slowly your consciousness came back, and you began noticing your surroundings.
Slowly lifting your head, you saw Andy and Lloyd looking at you, rubbing your eyes it didn’t take a second before you had a wet nose against your cheek.
“Alf,” you giggled and stroked through his fur, he wiggled his tail excitingly. Sitting up you felt a hand wrapped around your waist which belonged to Andy, “how are you feeling?” he instantly asked.
“Better, did you catch the guy?” you came right to the point. This could finally be the end of all the nights you spend in bed paranoid he would break in and do horrible things.
“We did, but it’s more guys than you might think,” Lloyd said, and your eyes widened in shock, fright washing over your face at his reveal. Behind you Andy groaned annoyed, slapping his hand against his forehead.
“Way to go Lloyd,” he muttered with a sigh. There was no easy way to tell you this, but this isn’t how it should have been done.
Fear took over your body, goosebumps running down your neck. There was more, there were more, how could this happen? Why were they after you, why you? Out of instinct you stood up and walked towards to the door, Alf immediately followed you.
Alf pushed his body in front of you to stop you from leaving, “no, no, Alf if there are more I have to go. I can’t be here, I need to leave, if they come,” your breath quickened and a tight feeling spread through your chest, “I can’t breathe, I can’t-.”
Two strong arms closed around you and a familiar scent reached your nose, Lloyd. “You’re save, I promise sunshine,” he whispered against your shaking body.
Gently and slowly, he guided you back to the sitting area, he moved you to sit first, “now lay down, on Andy’s lap with your head and feet on up,” he instructed. Your breathing became shorter as the tightening in your chest closed.
“Blacks, come here,” Lloyd patted the spot next to you, Alf followed the ask and sat in front of you. The sight of you panting and feeling bad made him sad, he didn’t want you to be in pain.
Andy followed his partners actions and realised what he was doing, like before his fingers began stroking through your hair. Alone this action had you calming down a little, not as much as you wanted, but it helped.
“Lay your head on her chest blacks,” the mob boss guided the dog’s head towards you who obeyed his wish.
With Alf’s head in your chest the breathing became easier, your hand found his head which you scratched. It calmed down your nerves and you were able to take normal breaths while the tightening slowly vanished.
It felt like magic, your body calmed, your mind calmed, everything calmed. However, the scary thoughts were still present, and you had no idea how to make them leave.
“What happened,” the past ten minutes felt like a blur. “You had small panic attack,” Andy explained, his fingers combing through your loose hair.
A panic attack? You never had one before or thought one would feel like this. Everything was too much, and you needed a break, a safe space. You tried thinking about a place however nothing came up that made sense to you.
Wanda lived with her husband together and as much as you loved her, they fucked like rabbits. Besides the red head you had no other friends which never worried you before, would have come in handy now knowing more people.
You couldn’t go back to your own flat, if Lloyd was right – which he very much could be – then they knew where you lived. Was there even a place you could go?
“Darling, we don’t think you can go back to your flat,” Andy words came right out of your mind, his tone sincere while he never stopped touching you. The feeling of his rough yet gentle hands cooling your nerves.
“Then where should I go, huh?” your voice was dry, you couldn’t understand why all of this was happening to you.
Your eyes found Lloyd’s who’s gaze was on Andy, you couldn’t see his expression however it clicked in your mind. Instantly you sat up, accidentally pushing Alf back before glaring at both men.
“No, no, no, fuck no! Who knows what you two do when you’re alone?” Was this some kind of movie? A book? Something completely fictional? This would be the most stupid idea you ever heard.
Alf put his paw on your shoulder and looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, “not you too, Alf we can’t…we barley know them,” he whimpered in response which had you shaking your head, “I know I wanted to go on a date with them but that doesn’t mean I’ll move in with them,” you explained.
Lloyd’s head snapped towards you at the last words, hope blooming in his stomach. “You wanted to say yes?” his eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.
The question pulled you from your conversation with Alf, at a lose of words no tone came from your lips.
Suddenly Lloyd kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his, “you wanted to accept even though the lines were complete trash?” A small smile adorned your lips, Lloyd’s reaction was adorable.
“Yeah, they were trash, but I guess it did work,” you admitted.
Internally Lloyd was beaming and when he met Andy’s eyes the bearded man wore a proud smile, they shared a silent conversation.
“It will be the best date you’ve ever had, darling,” Andy promised, his eyes meeting yours and the need to kiss him erupted in your stomach again. Now you were able to really see them, they showed you that they weren’t just assholes – well Lloyd showed it to you.
They were gentle, sweet and caring, add to that they liked Alf and he liked them. This meant the world to you.
Alf nudged your side with big eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted. “Fine, I will live with you but I want my own room, we have to get my stuff from my flat and you two don’t try any funny business. Clear?” you looked at them expectingly.
“Crystal,” they said unison, without wasting another second, they stood up and motioned you to follow them. First stop, your flat.
It was quite a lot you took from your home, Alf things overtook 40 % while the rest were all kinds of clothes, shoes and some blankets as well as a pillow. You needed something that reminded you of your home when you would be in this new environment.
Andy and Lloyd helped you with everything and even animated you to take more, but you feared that it would be too much after all it was still a mystery how big the room was.
The drive to their house from yours wasn’t a short one and had you wondering if they drove to your café this long way every Wednesday just to see you.
Lloyd was driving and stopped in front of a big ass house, your mouth fell open at the sight of the beautiful house, no scratch that. It was a fucking mansion. Then it downed on you, of course that would have such a big house.
Once inside you couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful interior design, it looked modern yet had a vintage touch.
You followed the two with Alf who wiggled his tail, both men stopped and Andy opened an oak door to reveal the bedroom in which you could sleep for now. Two different men came up behind you and brought your stuff along with Alf’s.
“You have your own bathroom and closet right here, if you need us we’re right across from you. Good night, darling,” he held your waist as he kissed your cheek. Your cheeks warming up.
Next was Lloyd, “good night, sunshine,” he went to kiss your cheek but you laid your hand on his cheek and guided him to your lips. To say Lloyd was surprised would be an understatement, however he didn’t waste a second to kiss you back.
You expected his lips to be rough, but they were as soft as a pillow. He moved his lips over yours as his tongue licked along your bottom lip asking to be invited in.
The way he kissed you made you want more of him, a burning fire lit inside your body. It took everything in you to pull away.
You panted heavily, your lips swollen and lightly red. Lloyd didn’t know what to say, he was flabbergasted, “sunshine…,” “I kissed Andy in the restaurant, I didn’t want you to feel left out and maybe I really wanted to kiss you,” your head hung low, a bit embarrassed to admit this.
“Desperatly,” he suddenly said with a smirk. Your eyes snapped up, taken back by his statement, “what?” “you wanted to kiss me desperately, you kissed me as if you were starving,” there he was again, the cocky Lloyd.
“You think so? I kissed you as if I was starving?” you stepped closer to him, “then you better feed me enough, don’t want me feeling bad…,” he still towered over you, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him.
You snaked your arms around his neck, nose to nose with him now. “You would like that wouldn’t you…feeding me with your…,” you never finished the sentence, instead you pushed him out of the room where Andy was already waiting. “Good night,” were your last words to him before closing the door in his face.
“Your dick is hard,” Andy stated as he slipped his hand into his dress pants pockets with a sigh. The sight the played out aroused him too, you and Lloyd together was something he dreamed of.
“Rock hard,” Lloyd agreed while grimacing, you would pay for that later. “Want me to help ya out?” Andy lifted his brow he could need some help himself. With a strained nod Lloyd agreed and walked towards their bedroom, Andy followed suit with a chuckle.
Inside the room you laid in bed with Alf cuddled up against you, “what did we get ourself into huh Alfi?” you whispered while leaning your forhead against his.
It didn’t take long before your eyes fell shut, too exhausted from today to keep going. It felt good finally being able to rest without having to fear anything, just laying there and relax your muscles.
The night went by faster than you’d liked, a wet nose nudged yours before a tongue licked over your face having you giggling.
You tried pushing Alf back, but he kept coming back, “okay, okay, I’m gonna get up,” at those words the black dog jumped up towards the door.
Huffing you opened the door for him knowing he would be on his way to find Lloyd and Andy. You found it truly remarkable how much he liked them, throwing on a sweatshirt along with pants your first finished your normal morning routine.
As you saw yourself in the mirror everything that happened in the 24 hours began to rewind in your mind. What were you doing here? You couldn’t stay here, what if all of this is a trap to get you to like them? You couldn’t go out there…but then they would come to you meaning there was no way out.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to go after Alf, you put on the confidence and buried the fear deep inside.
From downstairs you were able to hear a soft music drumming around the walls, you didn’t recognise the song though it did sound pleasant. You walked into the direction of the music which led you to the kitchen where you found Andy in a black apron flipping pancakes.
He looked so domestic, like a husband who made breakfast for his wife whom he loved more than she could ever imagine. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you never wanted to look away.
You had to tear your gaze away when you heard Lloyd coming in with Alf, confused you wondered where they had been.
All three didn’t seem to notice you yet and that resulted in Lloyd sneaking Alf a stripe of bacon from the pan. Your mouth agape you couldn’t believe what he did – okay you could.
“Now, now, what do we have here,” you drawled out and leaned against the door frame.
All heads shot up your dog hid behind the counter. It clicked in your head and you slowly crept around the marble knowing Alf was right on the other side waiting for you.
“Ha! Caught you,” jumping around to surprise him, with a wiggling tail he pushed his body into you and then zoomed around you while you stroked through his fur wildly. “Did you eat bacon huh?”
As you played with Alf the mob bosses couldn’t take their eyes off you, completely starstruck. You looked beautiful, hair a little messy, the sweats you wore made the feel like you were comfortable in their home and around them, it also looked like you belonged here with them.
Standing up with a smile you saw Andy and Lloyd staring at you, with heated cheeks you sat down at the kitchen isle. Their gazes trailing after you in the process.
Andy was the first one to snap out of it and walked back to the stove where he continued making breakfast. He swiftly moved around the kitchen knowing your eyes were on him the whole time. Why did he have to look so fucking handsome while cooking? A thought running through your head without end.
“How did you sleep sunshine?” Lloyd asked while putting a plate in front of you along with a glass of apple juice.
Andy put a pancake, two stripes of bacon and placed a bowl of strawberries next to it. “We thought this could be our first date,” the handsome cook in front of you proposed as his partner placed go more plates on the counter.
The idea wasn’t bad, it actually sounded good. A cute, romantic breakfast alongside Andy and Lloyd could be fun, you also didn’t have to go out which you were thankful for as you had no nerve in your body that wanted to go out. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you agreed, smiling shyly.
Lloyd grinned and sat down opposite from you just like Andy. At first there was a awkward silence surrounding the room, you weren’t sure if it was your nervousness or theirs.
But could they be nervous? “What’s your favourite colour?” Lloyd asked out of nowhere. Yep, they were nervous too.
“Oh, well I don’t really have one I think...I do like red though,” you while munching your pancakes which were delicious. “Do you have one?” you asked back, catching Lloyd of guard, “’m not sure, maybe…,” he trailed of.
“What’s your favourite movie?” Andy went on this ask as Lloyd was still thinking what his favourite colour could be.
The questions they had confused you, it was normal small talk of course but there could be so many things to talk about other than the standard questions. It had you wondering if they’d ever been on a date before, time to ask, “have you two been on a date before?” you chuckled.
The question wasn’t one they had expected, “no, not really…I fucked a lot of women but I didn’t date them,” Lloyd admitted, the confession caused your eyes to widen.
“I was on one, however it’s been years since that,” Andy added and Lloyd snorted, “yeah the bitch was the only one,” receiving a glare from his partner Lloyd shrugged, “it’s the truth,” he had no regrets in saying this.
“I know, but we don’t have to talk about her yet. Unlike you I don’t talk about other women I slept with on the first date,” Andy bit back as he took a sip from his coffee. “Like you have slept with that many women, there was the bitch and maybe a hooker then you couldn’t get it up with any other women after you saw her,” at the ‘her’ Lloyd motioned towards you.
Wow, okay, too much information, you thought as you chewed on the bacon however the scene was quite amusing.
“Because your dick is any better? Who helped you last night after you got hard huh?”
Now you really didn’t know what to say, Andy literally implied that he at least gave Lloyd a hand job. Well, now the question was answered if they fuck each other. Not that the sexual tension you felt between them wasn’t giving it away, but you could have been wrong.
“So, neither of you really been on a date in the last few months. My favourite movie is Legally Blonde, I have a dog called Alf, I don’t talk to my parents and I had sex with three men so far,” their expressions were priceless, “your turn,” you propped your chin on the back of your hand.
To say the two were shocked would be a little understatement, suddenly Andy realised what he said and what revealed of himself. You weren’t supposed to know about his ex-wife yet – or never he wished.
Lloyd didn’t seem to realise everything he said yet because he smirked or he did that because he was proud of it, no that didn’t make sense…did it?
“Can we go back to before the talk about who we slept with?” Andy pleaded. A light wave of guilt rushed through your veins, you knew how hard it could be to talk about the past and what it could do to people.
“I’m sorry,” you took his hand squeezing it gently, it was a silent promise that you were here if he needed to talk, a promise that you wouldn’t force him to talk about. Andy looked up at you with a grateful smile.
It took Andy a long time to process what Laurie, his ex-wife had done to him. She made him depend on her while she did everything she wanted and made Andy think it was his fault if she met with other men.
He was isolated from everyone only went to work then home and cooked for Laurie who came to scold him for everything she found. Then he’d try to make it up to her, her good mood would last a few day.
Lloyd was the one who got him out of there, cursed Laurie to hell and threatened her with everything he had. She ran for the hills.
After all this it took Andy a long time to heal and trust people, until now he only trusted a handful of people. One of them being Lloyd and he desperately hoped he could trust you.
“Here try this,” Andy held up a strawberry covered in chocolate cream, “I made it myself,” he said proudly. Without hesitating you took a bite, the sweet chocolate mixed with the strawberry tasted amazing and felt like heaven to your tastebuds.
You accidentally moaned loudly, “this is amazing, god.” Both men shared a look, this could end very different from what they had planned.
“If everything you cook is that good than I’m jealous Lloyd gets that every day,” you exclaimed ditching the strawberry into the cream again, “really fucking good,” another quiet moan rolled of your lips.
“Sunshine, if you don’t stop moaning I will bend you over this table and fuck you until you’re moaning my name,” Lloyd growled and slammed his hand on the marble plate.
“What…,” you swallowed the strawberry, completely caught off guard by his words, “I, uh, really,” stumbling over your own words as Andy stood up and rounded the counter. He came to you, towering over you.
He laid his hand on your cheek letting his thumb trail down to your lips, “if I had know you’d make such sounds, I would have cooked for you a lot earlier…,” his gaze was intense, you didn’t dare to move your eyes.
With his thumb he stroked your bottom lip, “you liked it? Liked the way my cream tasted?” the last sentence was whispered against your ear, his face so close to you it had you clenching your thighs together.
You were too lost in Andy that you hadn’t noticed him stand up and walk behind you until his hands gently gripped your waist.
“If you want us to stop, say it now,” he whispered against your skin while kissing up your neck. “We know it’s early, but we can’t hold back anymore. You’re beautiful, kind, funny,” Andy explained resting his forehead on yours.
To you it felt good that the respected your choice, that they gave you a choice. Though you had to agree with them it was still early, your first date was still going but who could say no to those men? Exactly.
“Stop the sweet talk and get on with it,” you commanded leaning your head on Lloyd’s shoulder who made a tsk noise, “so, bossy.”
His hand slide beneath you sweat pants, finger tips colliding with your sensitive nub. You jerked slight at the contact.
“Mhm response little girl...,” Lloyd rasped, his tone deep and fulfilling. Two digits moved your panties to the side slipping through your wet folds. “She’s wet Andy, so wet,” he raved.
Andy chuckled before placing his lips on yours, at first it was a little peck but then he pulled away. You chased after him to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. In desperate need of his tongue, you opened your mouth for him, a satisfied moan leaving your throat as your tongues danced over dominance.
The kiss almost swallowed you, had you rocking your hips against Andy’s and if it wasn’t for Lloyd’s hand on your cunt you would have fallen of the stool.
Lloyd entered your leaking hole, his fingers already big enough to have you gasping. He curled them against your spongy walls hitting that spot in a span of a one minute. Who or what was this man? Could he be a wizard, how did he find your g-spot that quick.
A black shadow in the corner of your eye had you pushing Andy away instantly, “bedroom, we need a bedroom, dog,” was all you managed to say but both understood.
Unfortunately, Lloyd had to take his fingers away from your heat, a whimper left your mouth at the loss of contact.
Andy carried you into their bedroom, throwing gently on the soft cushions. At first his body was right above you, then he was gone...along with your pants. “Ready darling?” he asked smirking.
Confused you looked down at him, a second later you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed and Andy latched at your cunt like a starved man. A high-pitched moan slipped from your mouth. His tongue truly sinful.
Meanwhile Lloyd had discarded his polo shirt and rounded the bed. Your eyes found him, and it gave you a chance to admire his muscled chest, he looked like a Greek god. Well build and toned skin, how could you have let this man slide huh? If that was how Lloyd looked beneath his clothes than you couldn’t wait for Andy.
Lloyd’s big hand grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “does that feel good? Tell Andy how good it feels,” he commanded.
“Feels good, feels, oh so fucking good,” you arched your back as Andy dipped his tongue into your needy hole. You spread your legs further apart to grant him more access. He chuckled and slipped his hand under your thighs gripping them in a tight hold, “move and you will regret it,” he murmured.
His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. You cried out, your hands searching for hold on the bedsheets.
“Mhm, you look so beautiful falling apart on Andy’s tongue,” Lloyd told you and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth when the man between your legs stroked over your clit with his thumb, on the finishing line to bring you to your climax.
Lloyd loosened your hand and guided it to his neck to help you get a better hold as Andy devoured you. The knot in your stomach tighten, you bit into Lloyd’s bottom lip and your hand threaded into his soft hair.
You pulled on his roots, a silent scream running through your body as your orgasm hit you. “Andy, god don’t stop,” those weren’t your words, they belonged to the man who had his nose in your neck while you gripped his hair.
They way you held onto him, he groaned it felt too good. It didn’t go unnoticed by Andy how Lloyd reacted, the sight was one he would never get tired of seeing.
His fingers dipped into you, pumping in and out quickly as he ravished your pussy, pushing you through your high. “I won’t stop, don’t worry…you don’t want me to stop do you darlin’? No, you want me to ruin you…,” god, his tongue was truly filthy.
How did you deserve this? What Andy did was the best oral you ever received and you wanted more. He slowed his movements down and your body calmed.
“Do you want to keep going?” His tone is softer and more gentle than before. Honestly? You would love to, but you felt exhausted from just this little, you needed a few minutes first, “need a minute Barber,” you told him as you head fell back. Lloyd chuckled at your words and dragged you a bit more towards the headboard.
Andy covered you with a blanket and laid down next to you just like Lloyd. You felt dizzy, still not able to comprehend how you were this spent after one orgasm.
“How long do you think you need?” Lloyd asked, stroking your hair from your forehead. “Give me five minutes buddy.”
“If I didn't wanna fuck you this bad I would teach you manners first…but you will learn them soon enough.”
Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...
If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3
Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.
Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)
Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)
Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)
Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)
Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)
Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.
Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.
Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”
Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.
All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.
Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?
Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.
Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.
To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)
✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader
✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.
✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!
Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.
my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.
Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader
Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)
I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.
Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.
Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.
Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.
Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress
A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*
The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader
off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader
The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*
What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.
Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!
These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.
Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.
AO3 Website Reccomendations
Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.
Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.
Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.
Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.
off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.
The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)
Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.
Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!
Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.
The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.
Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.
Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .
Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.
“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”
You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.
Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.
You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.
“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”
“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.
“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.
You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.
But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.
After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.
All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.
You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.
Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.
“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.
You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.
This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...
But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.
Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”
“I will,” Andy smiled.
You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.
“I do,” since you had no other choice.
“I do,” he repeated.
You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.
The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.
Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.
Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.
You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.
And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...
You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.
You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.
Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.
You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.
With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”
“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.
“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”
“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.
“What?”
“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”
“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”
“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.
You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.
He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.
“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.
“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”
You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”
“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.
“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” you frowned.
He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”
You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...
“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.
“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?
He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.
You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.
No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice
“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.
Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.
And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.
For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.
You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.
But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.
You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.
With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.
So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.
After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.
Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.
Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.
You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.
“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.
He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.
“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.
“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.
“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.
He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.
He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.
But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.
“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”
“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.
Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?
“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.
“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.
He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.
You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.
While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.
Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...
And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...
“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.
“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.
You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”
“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.
Something was horribly wrong.
Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.
He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.
He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.
Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was
It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.
He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.
“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.
Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.
But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.
He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.
You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”
“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.
“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”
You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”
He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”
“What difference does it make?” you huffed.
“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.
“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”
“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.
“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.
“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”
He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.
“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”
“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”
You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”
He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.
While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.
You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.
He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.
He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.
Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.
He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”
“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.
“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”
“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.
“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.
And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.
“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.
“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.
You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”
“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.
You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.
You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.
He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.
“You like it, honey?” he asked.
You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”
Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”
“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him
He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.
“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.
“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.
“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”
“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.
He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.
“Mmm... I can’t tell...”
“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.
You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.
You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”
“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.
Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”
“What?”
“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.
“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.
“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.
He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.
You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.
“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.
You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.
“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.
His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.
He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.
One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.
“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”
You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.
“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.
He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.
He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.
“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”
You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.
“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.
“What are you thinking?” you asked.
“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.
Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.
You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.
He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”
It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.
“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.
“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”
“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.
He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.
“No...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.
You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.
His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.
Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.
You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.
You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.
“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.
He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.
“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”
He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.
“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.
Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”
“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.
He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.
You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.
Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.
Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.
He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”
Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.
You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.
He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.
“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.
You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”
He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”
You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.
“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.
You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.
“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.
“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”
He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”
“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.
“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.
“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.
He’d make you take it.
You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”
You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”
“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”
You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”
“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”
“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.
You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.
“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.
“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”
You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.
“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”
All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.
He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.
You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.
But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.
Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.
You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.
“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”
You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”
His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...
“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.
“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.
“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.
“I love you,” you beamed up at him.
“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”
He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.
He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.
His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.
Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.
“It hurts!” you screamed.
“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.
“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,
A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.
Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.
You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”
“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”
You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.
“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”
You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.
He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”
You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.
“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.
“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.
“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...
“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”
You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.
Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.
“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.
He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”
He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.
He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.
“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.
“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.
You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.
“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”
“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”
“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.
You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.
You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.
His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.
His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.
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Warnings: Sexual references, description of cuckolding, explicit themes, description of financial abuse, NSFW elements.
Word Count: 3.859
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Chapter Two
“Screw off, Jackson!”
You picked up a paper weight from your desk and hurled it across the living room at your boyfriend. The heavy piece of glass struck the wall as Jackson ducked.
“Get out of this house and don’t ever show your face here again!”
“My name is on the lease!” he protested.
You smoldered because it was true. Getting rid of this man was an impossible task.
Of all your mistakes, dating Jackson Flemming was the worst. He represented the height of your stupidity, the pinnacle of poor judgment… he was a giant red mark on the canvas of your life.
“I’m not sleeping with a man I don’t know. You have no right to ask me for that. Heck, I’m not even sleeping with you.”
It was true. For the past six months, he’d been in the second bedroom that had previously served as your home office.
“Ari says my money is no good to him,” Jackson said. “I have to do this!”
Your eyebrows jumped. “You? You have to do this? Excuse me? What, exactly, are you doing in this scenario?”
He opened his mouth and then shut it. He blushed, but you could still see the gears turning in his head. Before he could spin his next yarn, you spoke.
“I’m not your whore, Jack. And I’m the last person you should ask for help. You stole my identity and took out thousands in my name. I want to see you rot in a cell.”
“Baby, please. They’re not even willing to take my money anymore. I can’t pay them back, Ari said it’s a night with you or he cuts my balls off.”
Your lip curled. “Good! I’ll provide the knife and an alibi!”
Jackson groaned, dropping to the couch with his head in his hands.
A glance at the clock told you it was past time for you to leave. You grabbed your purse from the foyer table and spun towards the door. Two steps away you froze, struck by an unpleasant thought.
“How does your loan shark know about me? Why does he want to sleep with a woman he’s never seen before?”
Jackson looked guilty. “Uh…”
Your hand clenched on the strap of your purse.
“Babe-” His expression was like a kid caught sneaking in after curfew.
“Fuck you! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? This sicko is harassing me because of you!”
“He came to the house, he saw your picture,” Jackson said, waving to the side table towards a framed photo from your beach vacation in Mexico.
Ugh. You were wearing a string bikini in that picture. Why was it even in the living room?!
“He’s seen you in person too, I think. You remember a month ago when I got into the red after Mason’s poker tournament? He kept coming to the house when you weren’t here.”
“No, I don’t remember. All your loan shark troubles just blend together as one anymore.”
Jackson had the decency to look ashamed.
“Babe, Ari isn’t bad looking. He has a full head of hair, he’s sort of handsome, and his body’s pretty jacked. You might enjoy it. He said he’s not into forcing women. I did ask.”
“He said that?”
Jackson nodded, encouraged by your question. He hurried to explain.
“He wants it to be a cuckold thing where he ‘shows me how to please a woman’ you know, like from porn?”
“You’re sick, and so is he. I’m going to work. Don’t be here when I get back.”
“But it’s supposed to be tonight!”
You grabbed your purse and sneered at your boyfriend. Soon to be ex, you promised yourself. Just as soon as you could get your finances back in order and find a place to move into. Knowing you’d caught the interest of Jackson’s bookie pushed moving up to the top of your priority list. This man knew where you lived, he’d been in your house. You’d never feel safe there again.
“Please, babe, you have no idea what these people will do to me. They’re violent. I’m a dead man if you don’t help me. I’m begging you, please?”
“I’d rather have bamboo shoved under my fingernails than do anything to make life even slightly more pleasant for you.”
You slammed the door behind you on the way out.
The commute to work took you across town, to the Avalon Carter museum. It was a long drive, which you usually filled with podcasts and music. The time allowed you to prepare for the day in the morning, and in the evenings it helped you unwind. Today you left the radio off.
Your stung pride and simmering rage were distracting enough. With your late start, traffic was heavier than usual. There was no sense making the morning worse with distracted driving and a fender bender. You couldn’t afford the damage. At the thought, you tapped the breaks and slowed down a little, keeping closer to the speed limit than normal.
Damn Jackson Flemming to hell for putting you in this position.
He’d been sweet at first. Your dates had been fun and the flirtatious banter was like cotton candy on a Ferris wheel. Jackson had pumped the excitement back into your love life. After a disastrous break up with the man you still considered the love of your life, meeting Jackson was a fantasy come true. You’d been so excited by him and adored the light hearted warmth of the relationship that had blossomed effortlessly, as if every step in your life had been leading you towards it.
Your impression of him was just what he’d intended. That was the thing about gamblers - they knew how to read the room, how to watch for tells. Jackson had picked you and he’d fed you what you wanted to hear in a flawless performance. Less than six months into the relationship you were moving in with him and co-signing a lease on a cute house in a lovely neighborhood. This was it, you’d thought. You had it all. The job, the man, and the house.
Why wouldn’t you have been excited? He was the perfect boyfriend. Jackson, the consummate performer, had checked all the boxes as if he’d designed his character from a Cosmopolitan article. Knowing him, maybe he had.
It was funny now. Bitterly funny, but it still made you laugh. What a gullible idiot you’d been. Leeches always needed a source of fresh blood and Jackson had made you his host.
By the time you found out what his charming persona disguised it was too late. He was a hustler, a gambling addict, and a thief who occasionally abused cocaine. You needed to get out. This morning’s argument and the breathtaking audacity of Jackson, to think you’d sleep with his bookie to clear his debt, was too much. The idea of some man knowing where you lived and wanting to violate you made your skin crawl.
It was three flights of stairs to the top floor of the Victorian Mansion that served as the Avalon Carter museum. Once this place had been an elaborate home before it’s last owner, an eccentric woman who’d married five times, turned it into a museum for the public. The odd setting made the display galleries intimate and charming. Since you’d interned for the Avalon Carter during your last semester of college, you’d never wanted to work anywhere else.
Your rotten day took a turn for the better when you found the museum director in your office. Annabelle Lexington was seated in your guest chair, grinning like a fool.
“Guess what?” She sang, before you’d even put down your purse.
“The Red Socks made the World Series?”
“No, silly. That’s not until the fall, it’s still the middle of baseball season.”
“How could I possibly be expected to know that?” you asked, dropping into your desk chair.
“You’re friends with me. How could you not? It’s all I talk about. But let me tell you girlfriend, do I have news that’s going to turn that frown upside down!”
You tried to school your features into a more pleasant expression, removing the sourness of this morning.
“What’s up?”
“We have a buyer for the Paul Cézanne painting,” Annabelle said.
“You’re kidding!”
A rush went through you at the prospect of such a high dollar sale.
You’d been trying for the past four years to get the Avalon Carter museum and gallery back on its feet. The previous owners of the private gallery had left it in financial ruin after the recession. Since then, a series of rotating directors had kept it afloat until Annabelle had come down from New York. She’d agreed with your plan to sell some of the art and replenish the endowment fund that had run the private museum for decades. The sale of the Paul Cézanne painting would finish your plan.
Renovations would happen. A better security system. Raises for the staff. New positions.
“You found a buyer?”
The director grinned and nodded, her lined face glowing with delight. “And he’s a qualified buyer.”
You sagged into your chair.
“Annabelle, I could kiss you. Do you want a ring? I’ll marry you and spend the rest of my life making you a very happy woman.”
“Calm down, I’m not leaving my husband for some side chick. Though you do have great legs.”
You laughed, riding high on joy from the unexpected announcement. “Thank you. This is for real?”
“I had the buyer checked out. He’s got sixty million in cash sitting in a Swiss Bank account waiting for our grubby little hands.”
“Sixty?!” Your jaw dropped.
“How much do you think it costs to avoid a bidding war?” Annabelle said.
“You sold the painting for sixty million already?”
“Nope. That’s up to you.”
“Belle, I’m just the assistant director. Shouldn’t the board be making the deal? Has anyone called Simon?”
Simon Redfield was your chief financial officer, who handled most of the buying and selling related to the museum.
“Yes, he’s thrilled. But he’s busy at the auction in Tokyo and he can’t pull himself away, even for a deal this important. The buyer is sending a representative today and he asked to negotiate with you.”
“With me? I’m just a minion.”
“Hey, you’re my minion and as of last month, you’re an assistant director. This is a great opportunity for you. I’d stick around for moral support, but I have a meeting with the FBI field office about a threat analysis. I'm sorry to leave you on your own with this, but I know you can handle it, Y/N.”
You frowned. “The FBI? Didn’t we just do the threat analysis? Is something going on?”
Annabelle shrugged and stood up, adjusting her scarf. “When I know something, you’ll know something. Let me know where the negotiations go and if you get anything more than fifty million, I’ll give you a week of vacation.”
You waved her goodbye, regretting that if you got a vacation you’d spend it moving out of the house you shared with Jackson. At least you’d have the time. Because you were damn sure getting more than fifty million out of Mr. Moneybags. He’d flashed his cash with the bank disclosure and told you how much he was good for. Taking his money was going to be a pleasure.
You went down to the second floor, to the conference room. At the landing of the stairs you stopped to study your reflection in the decorative mirror. Your hands ran over the slim navy skirt and eggshell silk blouse, smoothing out wrinkles. If you’d known what the day held, you would have worn something more serious. The outfit was nice, if a bit plain. Your heels were scuffed, but they were your favorites.
Someone had already set up the conference room with snacks and beverages. Your throat was still scratchy from arguing with Jackson this morning. Taking a bottle of water you paced to the window to watch for your buyer. From this vantage point you could see the circular driveway and heavy gates at the front of the mansion. Less than five minutes passed before a dark SUV with tinted windows pulled up.
This must be your buyer.
When the vehicle parked a tall, broad shouldered man stepped out. His hair was medium brown and cut long enough that it brushed his collar in the back. When he turned his head you saw a neat beard that enhanced the sharp curve of his cheekbones. There was a sense of relaxation in the way he moved, as if he’d be just as home on the beach with a surfboard as he was in a business suit.
His companion rounded the side of the SUV and you lowered your water bottle to stare. The second man was golden haired and his complexion was almost porcelain, juxtaposing with his tanned colleague. They were the same height but the blond was bigger. His body was bulky with muscle, not like a bodybuilder, but with a natural, athletic appearance. Even from the distance of the second floor window, you noticed the width of his chest and arms.
These were your buyers? They were younger than expected.
You were ready when the security guard led them into the conference room. The bearded man’s eyes swept over you from head to toe, lingering a moment too long on your lower half. A tendril of warmth curled in your belly. He didn’t stare, which would have been uncomfortable. When he approached he met your eyes without a second glance at your body. But his brief attention was a welcome bump to your ego. He’d definitely noticed your legs.
“Hello gentlemen, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N, assistant director of the Avalon Carter Museum.”
You extended your hand to the darker man. His hand engulfed yours, warm and slightly rough.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Ari and this is my brother, Steve.”
Up close the brothers were even more attractive. Your heart was pounding and you tried to scold yourself into professionalism. But it had been so long since you’d felt a buzz of attraction. You shook hands with Steve and felt the heat curl in tighter your belly.
Appropriate small talk was made. Steve kept quiet and Ari took the lead in the conversation. But you could feel the blond man’s attention. Excitement trembled and you felt your nipples harden, turning sensitive. The lace of your bra became an irritation against your skin. Business, you reminded yourself, crossing your legs.
“What’s your opening bid?” you asked, taking out a legal pad.
Ari glanced at Steve. You noticed the look that passed between them, but couldn’t interpret it. Caution, perhaps?
“Y/N, we have a proposal for you,” Ari said.
“For me? Don’t you mean for the museum? I have authorization to bargain but if your request is specific, I’d need to speak with the board.”
Steve shook his head. “No. The proposal we have isn’t about the museum. It’s about you. What you choose is up to you, and you alone. We’ll respect your decision either way.”
His sharp blue eyes cut to Ari at the end of the statement, a clear warning.
“I’m not sure I’m understanding. Could you elaborate?”
Steve gave a reassuring smile. “Our proposal is from Ari, myself, and our boss. You see, you’re involved with a business associate of ours. If you’re willing, your cooperation would allow us to close a deal with him.”
Ari’s mouth curved, his eyes flickering with a hint of mirth.
You were more confused than ever.
“I think you might have the wrong person…”
“We know exactly who you are, Y/N,” Ari said.
A shiver went down your spine as his gaze caught yours and you felt the heat of desire crackle in the air. Ari looked at you as if he was hungry and it did something to you, melting your insides. It had been some time since you’d felt real desire. Jackson had become such a burden that you’d lost all interest in the male species. Except now, here you were, drooling. If you hadn’t been distracted, you’d have put it together already. But your raging hormones had thrown you off your game.
“What can I do for you?”
Ari flashed a predatory smile and leaned in, bracing his elbows on the table.
“We’d like your help settling a matter with your boyfriend, Miss Y/L/N.”
An arctic blast hit you at his words and goosebumps rose on your arms. The hair on the back of your neck went up. The drool vanished and your mouth ran dry. A tiny gasp escaped as a wave of shock made your stomach pitch. It felt like you’d gone over the hump of a roller coaster, but not in a good way.
“Ari… You’re Ari.”
The loan shark. This was the loan shark, the one your boyfriend owed. Your buyer was the same man who wanted to fuck you in front of Jackson.
“Yes, what does that… shit,” Ari said, realization dawning. “Listen, honey-”
You were out of your chair and smacking both palms to the table. His mouth snapped shut.
“No, you listen to me. I’m not doing anything for Jackson. I’m not payment, I’m not a toy, and I don’t want to have sex with you. If that’s what you’re here for, get out. If you’re serious about buying the painting, we can talk. But anything else is off the table.”
“You have fire,” Ari said. His tone was approving.
“Yes, I do.” You dropped into your chair and clicked your pen. “What’s your opening bid?”
Ari settled back and templed his hands.
“Hmmm… I’m wondering if now is the right time to buy. Perhaps we should wait. Six months, maybe? There’s a Monet in Berlin we’re looking at as well.”
You felt blood rise up your neck, heating your cheeks.
“Are you bribing me? Or would this be considered blackmail?”
Steve answered. “No. He’s being a dick. Will you let us explain, please?”
You glared. “I don’t need an explanation. I understand perfectly.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” Ari said.
“I’m not involving myself in Jackson’s affairs any longer.”
Steve’s expression flickered with satisfaction. He nodded. “That’s good to hear.”
You were confused. “It is?”
“You’re not his payment, sweetheart,” Ari said. “You’re his punishment.”
Punishment. You could be Jackson’s punishment. The idea was unexpected, but delightful. It was tempting. To punish Jackson for the hell he’d put you through this last year… ah, that would be tantalizing. But you were still hesitant. These men had made Jackson afraid. He was a snake, but he wasn’t stupid. Ari and Steve weren’t the kind of people you could trust.
“What is it, exactly, that you want from me?”
“I’ve earned enough money off the weasel. What I want is to crush him. My reasons are varied. Suffice it to say there’s no love lost between us,” Ari said.
“We want him to remember this,” Steve said. “Jackson is proud of his relationship with you. The circles he runs in don’t have women of your caliber. You’re like a trophy to him. He brags about your accomplishments, what a great girlfriend you are, smart, sexy, the whole package. But he also knows he doesn’t deserve you. We want to show him he’s never really had you. It will destroy him.”
Ari nodded. “It’ll destroy him from the inside out.”
“Why do you hate him so much?”
The men shared a sideways glance.
Ari shook his head. “Listen, we’d like to take you out. If you agree to help us, there’s a day at the spa waiting for you. We’ll have lunch, get to know each other, and negotiate terms for tonight. You’re in control, but we want to mess Jackson up. Bad.”
You licked your lips and the bearded man’s face flashed with desire. His fingers curled into a fist. His shoulders moved as he breathed in deep and fought for control.
“We want to show Jackson you could never be his,” Ari said, his voice gruff.
You stiffened. “I belong to me. Of course I’d never be Jackson’s. I don’t belong to any man.”
“We know that.” Steve’s voice was gentle.
Ari nodded. “This isn’t just revenge. From the first time I saw you with him, I wanted you. We want you. And at the same time, we want to give Jackson a smack down he’ll never forget.”
You looked to Steve for confirmation. He nodded and his expression turned, his eyes becoming hooded as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.
“We want you. I want to make you come all night long and I want to see Ari giving you pleasure. We’ll treat you like you deserve, I promise.”
Heat flamed higher, turning wild in your blood. You’d never met the man, but he seemed honest in his desire and his hatred of Jackson. And you were fiercely attracted to him. To both of them.
“What about the buyer? Your third man? What’s his role in this?”
“Our boss. He’s our middle brother. And yes, he’s a part of this.”
“How? What would I be agreeing to?”
“All three of us, doll. All night long. With Jackson forced to watch while you come for us.”
Your thighs clenched. Fuck. That was hot. Jackson had a distorted view of his performance in the bedroom, which was incredibly irritating. They were right about him putting you on a pedestal, crowing about what he thought he had. He was delusional in regards to the reasons you were still with him. Jackson was stalwart in his belief that you couldn’t leave him for emotional reasons, not because of the financial problems he’d created in your life.
You glanced between the men. “Do I get to meet your buyer?”
“If you agree, you can meet him tonight,” Ari said.
The cagey answer caused a wave of fresh nerves to gather in the pit of your stomach.
“So I’d be expected to have sex with a man I’ve never met?”
“He’s out of the country and he won’t be back until tonight. This wasn’t as planned as you might think,” Steve said. “I can assure you, he’s just like us. We’re practically carbon copies of our father. He’s not half albino or grotesque. If anything, the boss is more charming than Ari and I put together. You’ll like him.”
You were insane. Agreeing to this was crazy. They were crazy.
But Jackson had driven you insane. He’d ruined your credit and you were stuck sharing a house with him for another six months. When your lease was up you’d need your parents to cosign for your next place. And that was assuming anyone would agree to rent to you. Screw it. Screw everything, you had to get even with that son of a bitch. These beautiful men wanted to have hot, animalistic sex in front of the asshole who’d wrecked your life. They were giving you a chance at revenge.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
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The one where Andy isn’t the type of man you can deny, even if what he wants is for you to become his mistress.
Andy Barber is a feared mobster and your best friend’s husband. There were more than enough reasons never to look at him twice. But when he lets you know that he wants you, there’s little you can do to stop the terrible trainwreck you know it’s coming your way.
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Looking around your best friend’s living room, you patted yourself on the back for all the help you had given her in preparation for this evening. It would be her and her husband’s third anniversary and although you didn’t exactly understand why this was something that she wanted to celebrate with a heck of a lot of people, you could appreciate all the care she put in the event nonetheless.
It was the same care she put into every single event she had organized since she got married to Andy. It was funny to think back on the girl you knew from college - how different she was from the socialite who was now mingling with other trophy wives. You were pretty sure her younger self would be unforgiving of the personality she had assumed after the wedding, but you weren’t so shallow.
You could understand the need to fit in, the pressure she was under from having married so quickly, to someone from such a high status. Andy Barber was well-known throughout all of Boston, of course - but perhaps his status would be best described as infamous. He was feared by many, yet known by few, and even being his wife’s best friend didn’t grant you much personal interaction with him at all.
In fact, excluding the ceremony, you probably had seen him three times, all of them in his and Erica’s celebrations of their union. You were pretty sure the reason she had thrown herself into this hobby of organizing these sorts of events was precisely to fill the empty place where her husband should be every night, but perhaps that’s life when you agree to marry one of America’s greatest mobsters.
You were still unsure how that even happened, anyway. Although, you couldn’t help but envy her somewhat. Marrying straight out of college to a man of his power meant she didn’t have student loans to worry about, while you were left to count every dime to keep a roof over your head.
Sometimes you wondered if life had really treated her so well as to make her completely blind to your struggles. Of course, you knew you could have asked her for money anytime - you were pretty sure she’d give you some, perhaps even without asking for it back (lord knows she didn’t need it) but it was just too humiliating.
Besides, her husband intimidated you. In the few times you had to brush shoulders with him, his unwavering stare and undeniably good looks had you weak in the knees, and you didn’t find it all that weird when you looked over the other side of the room to find her resting against him. Anyone needed some sort of support when they were around that man.
Still, the scene felt a little bit out of the ordinary, and it took you some time to realize that in all the time they’d been together, you had never once seen him give her a loving caress - not even at their wedding celebration. But if she was happy, who were you to worry about what was very clearly a picture-perfect life?
The sound of your phone beeping tore you out of your thoughts. Looking down, you realized you’d gotten a message from the guy you’d been talking to for the last few days.
I think we’ve established there’s something here.
You bit your lip, pondering over the steamy messages you’d been exchanging. When you signed up on this app to sell some raunchy pictures for a few dollars, you didn’t expect to attract so much attention as to have someone offering you to pay you some pretty big bucks to keep your images sent exclusively to him.
You also didn’t expect him to be so intriguing.
You’re right.
There definitely is.
It didn’t take much longer for him to type back.
So why don’t you send me something nice to seal our deal, baby?
Glancing up, you scanned the room to check if anyone had noticed you standing in a corner, subtly clenching your thighs to alleviate some of the tension you were feeling. Surely, no one would notice if you slipped to the bathroom to send him a thank you gift for the few hundred dollars he’d already sent you. Even Andy was distracted, texting on his phone - probably making some more than sketchy business deals.
Give me 5
You knew dinner was still far from being served when you slipped back into the room - or tried to, at least, because just as you turned the corner in the hallway to get back to the main room, you bumped into what seemed like a wall of flesh.
“Easy, there.” You knew that voice. Your head instinctively snapped up to meet deep brown eyes that looked down at you with amusement written all over them. Andy, you realized, not entirely sure why the proximity had your brain completely scrambled. You wanted to associate it with fear, but the way you shivered lit up some warning signs in the back of your mind.
So you quickly tried to push yourself away, wanting him to know it was an accident. Of course, you knew Andy wasn’t someone to lose his temper that easily, but being in the enemies list of a known mobster wasn’t amongst your goals in life.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Barber,” you made sure to say, but he just chuckled and kept his hands on your hips, his thumbs rubbing them. Lingering.
“It’s alright, Y/N.” You never had the courage to address him by his first name, but he never once referred to you as anything else, and you couldn’t help but think the sound of it falling from his lips was just lovely.
Also, what the hell was this cologne he was wearing and why did he smell so fucking good? It made your mouth water and the alarms in the back of your had rose in volume, making you cringe.
You felt his stare burning you before he even said it.
“It seems like you’re allergic to bras, huh?”
You knew your nipples were showing, the room was too cold and with his proximity, you couldn’t help but feel a certain tension in the air, even if it was one-sided. But why would he point that out? Was he toying with you?
You felt like a prey under his stare, kept hostage by his hands, but just as the thought settled, he let you go.
“Pay more attention to where you’re going, hm?” And then he left in the direction you had been in, not even looking back your way while you just stood there, trying to get your heart under control.
What the hell was wrong with you? You really needed to stop before this got any weirder.
And yet, as you got back into mingling with people who couldn’t care less about you, you couldn’t help but think that Andy seemed exactly like the type of man who could hurt you and still have you begging for more.
