Summary: Teaser. Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet?
Warnings: Smut, Husband Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Full story coming soon! Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!
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You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car.
2 Missed Calls - Andy Bear
3 New Texts - Andy Bear
Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?
Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.
Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.
You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring.
“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes.
“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”
Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.
“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”
“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”
“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”
“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now.
“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk.
“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”
“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long.
RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy.
“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”
“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”
“Andy…”
How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…
At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.
“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt.
God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!
“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”
“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…”
Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.
Summary: Full story! It’s all fun and games when you find yourself in the mood to embrace your inner brat. Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Smut, Shenanigans, Bratty Reader, Grumpy Andy, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Sex Toys, Sexual Themes, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Well, I finally managed to finish this story! I hope it's okay. Please let me know what you think. Part of my ongoing Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated. Semi-proofread. All mistakes are my own.
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You’d woken up this morning in a mood. But not just any kind of mood. You wanted to play. Too bad the man you were playing with didn’t know that you two were in the middle of a game. Oh, well. You were sure he would figure it out.
Eventually.
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Your fun begins innocently enough.
You lean back in your seat, your stomach threatening to burst if you tried to eat even one more bite of your stuffed brioche french toast. Brunch at the North Street Grille never disappointed, that was for sure.
Sighing, you take a look around the restaurant hoping to catch sight of your boyfriend. He’d stepped outside to take a call from the office roughly ten minutes ago and still hadn’t returned. It was annoying, yes. But his prolonged absence also gave you an idea.
You were about to do something that was going to irritate the hell out of your man. Something that he had never let you do in all your months of dating.
Take care of the check.
“Still enjoying everything, ma’am?” Your waitress asks as she walks by your table. “Or would you like me to get you a box?”
“I’m finished, thanks. But I think my boyfriend might need one.” Casting a brief glance over your shoulder, you reach into your bag to pull out your debit card. “Could I go ahead and pay real quick? He never lets me get the bill so…” You shrug and offer her a conspiratorial wink.
That’s right. You were gonna pay for your meal, his old-fashioned objections be damned.
“No problem. Be right back with your card and that box.” The young woman hustles away before returning a few moments later with the necessary items. After thanking her and signing the receipt, you slide your card back into your purse. Just in time for Andy to rejoin you at the table.
“Everything alright?” You chirp before taking a sip of your now lukewarm cappuccino.
“It’s fine.” Andy scrubs one big hand over his neatly trimmed beard. “More than fine, actually. That was Ahmed calling. He thinks we’ve got enough cause to petition for the judge in this case for a recusal, which is great fucking news.”
“Oh, well, yay! I guess.” While you didn’t know the specifics, if he was happy, then you were happy.
“Trust me. That ignorant fuck, Baxter, has no business on the bench.” Your man takes a bite of his bacon. “Mm…thanks for grabbing me a to-go box, little love. I’ll pay and then we can get out of here. But I will need to stop by the office for a bit before we get on with our day.”
“Sounds like you need to work.” You flash him an easy smile as you begin to gather your things and stand up. “How about you just drop me off at home? Or, come to think of it, I can walk back.”
“Not happening, baby girl.” Andy stands up too, tossing his used napkin on the table. He takes a moment to stretch his arms above his head, his sinewy muscles bunching and flexing beneath his maroon colored shirt. “I won’t be long. I just need to grab a couple files.”
“Andy Bear, it’s only like a fifteen minute walk from here to my place. I do it all the time.” You swing your purse strap over your shoulder. “Really. It sounds like you need to concentrate. And I’d probably just be in the way…”
Your Big Man pins you with a hard look, letting you know that he disagrees with this entire conversation. It was no secret that your man wanted you with him practically all of the time. He was even bugging you to move in with him. Not that you were complaining.
“Yeah, not gonna happen. Let me go pay for this and –” Andy looks down at the receipt in his hand, finally noticing your handwriting scrawled across the signature line. “What did you do?”
“My treat, handsome.” Rising on your tiptoes you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Don’t forget your box.” With that, you turn and scamper out the front door.
“Damn it, Y/N!” You don’t have to look over your shoulder to know your unhappy Andy Bear is hot on your heels. Cursing your short legs, you speed walk all the way to his Audi. Which, of course, just happens to be parked at the far end of the freaking lot.
You feel Andy’s hand grip the waistband of your jean shorts, tugging you backwards and into his side. “Why would you –? We’ve been over this, baby girl.” Andy growls, his tone rife with displeasure. “When I take you out, I pay.” He uses his big body to box you in, pressing you against the passenger door of his SUV. “That’s how this works between you and I.”
You were pretty sure that you were the only person to ever willingly pick an argument with Andrew Barber outside of a courtroom. If he were being honest, it was part of what made you so attractive to him.
“But Andy Bear,” you pout. “You never let me pay for anything. It’s time for you to step into the twenty-first century a little, honey. You can be so old fashioned sometimes.”
“So?” He grunts, raising one dark brow.
“So…I’m just trying to get you to bend the rules a tiny, tiny bit.”
“No.” His rebuttal is sharp even as his soft lips go to graze the shell of your ear. “I don’t care what century we live in, princess. I’m a man who believes in taking care of his woman. Which means that I pay. Understand?”
Instead of responding you choose to stick your tongue out at him. Which then prompts him to lightly grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intoxicating gaze.
“When Daddy asks you a question he expects an answer.”
“Yes, okay.” You whisper as the pad of his thumb delicately traces the curve of your bottom lip. “But I also think you’re just mad that I beat you to the punch, Big Man.” You give this thumb a playful nip.
“Oh, I am. Try that shit with me again and I’ll take your debit card and keep it in my wallet for the rest of the day. Now get your pretty self in the car, baby, before I decide to bend you over the hood and redden that tempting ass just enough to make sitting a hardship.”
Frowning, you allow him to open your door and assist you into the passenger seat. And then he makes a show of handing you his food before buckling you in.
You were a strong, independent woman who was perfectly capable of dealing with her own seatbelt. So why did it make your core spasm whenever he took charge like that? You needed to have a conversation with your inner feminist stat.
“Thank you.” Your man huffs as he shuts the door before walking around to the driver’s side. “Such a little brat first thing in the morning.”
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Two hours later…
Andy bristles in the seat next to you as you do your best to tamp down a fit of giggles. While he’d kept his promise to make his trip to the office a short one, he wasn’t very happy with you at the moment.
And not because you had snuck and paid for brunch. Oh no. He’d gotten over that one. Mostly.
“Put your shirt back on, Y/N.” He grits out as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Now, please.”
“But I’m hot!” You whine. “It’s, like, 92° outside and I’m practically melting. Look at me!” You tell him, dramatically fanning yourself with your periwinkle-colored blouse. To be honest, you weren’t sure what his problem was. Afterall, it wasn’t like you were walking around naked. You were still rocking your navy blue cami, complete with a black push-up bra layered underneath.
“I can see the outline of your fucking nipples. And if I can, then so could Ahmed. Poor man practically choked on his tongue the moment we walked in.” He hisses under his breath.
“It’s a natural reaction to the A/C, Andrew. And how was all your co-worker’s stammering and stuttering my fault?” You ask as you lean back in your seat, unconsciously drawing his attention to your cleavage. “It’s not like he hasn’t met me before.”
“Yeah, but it’s the first time you’ve come in with the girls on display like that. Between them and that ass in those tight little shorts…” Your man trails off as he stares hungrily at your pouting nipples, nearly veering into the other lane.
Yeah, you knew you were slowly driving him nuts. You just didn’t care.
“I’m gonna need you to cover my tits before we hit the grocery store, baby girl. I don’t want or need a bunch of slack-jawed fuckers staring at what’s mine.” The gleam in his lets you know that your Big Man is far from joking.
“Who says it’s yours?”
“The fuck?” His head whips towards as he swings the car into an empty parking space.
“What?” You innocently bat your lashes at him. “Last time I checked, this was my body, which means that I am the keeper of this temple, boo.”
Andy’s bright blue eyes zero your mouth as his own lip curls in some semblance of a snarl.
“Now, that’s where you’re wrong, little love. Your body is my fucking temple.” One big hand goes to grip the back of your neck, applying just enough pressure to let you know that he means business. “And I worship at its altar every goddamn day.”
“Oh.” Your breath hitches in your throat.
“I don’t know why you seem so intent on pushing my buttons today; I really don’t. But I feel the need to make something very, very clear here.” He takes a deep breath as he fights to maintain control. “Just because it’s my job to uphold the law doesn’t mean I won’t toss you in the backseat, splay those sweet thighs wide, and feast on that disrespectful cunt until you remember your place.” Andy possessively nuzzles the crook of your neck, his sharp teeth nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.
“Now, are you gonna be good and put your shirt back on for me? Or do you want everyone in this parking lot to hear how fucking pretty you sound when you cum on my tongue?” He growls, the scruff of his beard softly scraping against your cheek.
Your eyes flit to the back of the car as you process his words. Your handsome District Attorney was never one to bluff. Wordlessly, you shrug your blouse back onto your shoulders and quickly fasten the buttons.
“Good girl.” He purrs, watching through heavily lidded eyes as you stubbornly leave the top three undone. “Tell you what. If you’re still hot when we get back to my place, you have my permission to prance around naked for as long as you want.”
“Al-alright.” You mumble, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together as you try your best to quell the ache forming between them.
You win this round, Andrew Barber.
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Your trip to the store to grab the items you need to make grilled steak fajitas is largely uneventful. After your discussion in the car, you’re tempted to remain on your best behavior.
And you do. For the most part. Until you decide to wander away from your boyfriend while he’s busy searching for your precious queso fresco. Because you would be damned before you settled for something like basic shredded cheddar cheese.
Oh no. According to Andrew Barber, you were just born to be difficult.
Since he’s otherwise occupied, you make your way over to the produce aisle to grab a pineapple. And maybe a little extra attention if you could swing it.
“Excuse me…hi.” Waving, you stop someone who looks to be a manager as he’s in the process of replenishing apples.
“Hello, Miss. How, uh…” The dark haired man goes to adjust his glasses as his eyes stray to your chest. “How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for something…sweet to enjoy with my dinner tonight.”
He nods along, looking just the teensiest bit flustered. Smiling, you reach over to pick up a cantaloupe, followed by a honeydew melon. Holding one in each hand, you raise them so that they’re level with his bordering on inappropriate gaze.
“And since I haven’t ever been to this particular Wegmen’s before, I’m a little curious about your…melons. I - I’m afraid I’m not very good when it comes to picking out fruit.” You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
This whole thing definitely had cheesy porno intro written all over it.
“Okay.” By now the man’s face is tinged with red. And if you’re not mistaken, he’s also starting to sweat.
“Do these seem…firm enough to you?”
“I, uh, I think so, Miss.” He coughs, nervously fidgeting with his tie as he watches you give them an enthusiastic squeeze. “They look…great.”
“Yeah? They do seem nice and plump.” You pretend to study them as if weighing your options. Good lord you were probably going to hell for fucking with this poor man, but the train was in motion and it couldn’t be helped. “You think they’re a good size? I’m looking for maximum enjoyment, you know?”
“Well, if I’m being honest, those, um - they look like the perfect handful.” His crooked grin lets you know that he likes where this conversation is heading. “But I’d be happy to show you some of the new produce we’ve got in the back.”
Woah, buddy. Pump those brakes!
“That’s very kind of you, but–”
“Y/N - there you are!” You jump at the sound of your name. “Been looking all over for you, baby.” Turning to face him, you do your best to appear as innocent as possible.
“Hiya, Andy Bear. This kind gentleman was just giving me his opinion on my melons. See?” You do a little shimmy. “Think they’re ripe enough?”
Honest to God, you cannot remember the last time you saw your man’s face turn so many pretty colors. Mostly shades of red, but boy is it a sight to behold.
“Jesus Christ, woman.” He rasps, his expression one of pure exasperation as he takes the fruit from you before handing it off to the worker at your side. “Sorry, but we won’t be needing these.”
“But…”
“We’re leaving.” Andy’s gruff, no nonsense tone is enough to make you pout as he holds his hand out to you. “Now.”
“But I wanted to grab some pineapple for you to throw on the grill with the steaks.” You explain as you begin inching towards the display. “By the way, did you know that some experts say men should consider drinking pineapple juice before they go to bed…for the health benefits?” You watch as that one vein along his temple begins to throb spectacularly. “I can tell you that article definitely left a sweet taste in my mouth, that’s for sure.”
Oops. Too much?
Your question is answered for you when you feel Andrew’s big body suddenly looming over you. “Why do you keep trying to provoke me, sweetheart?” His nimble fingers go to brush a flyaway curl off the back of your neck, eliciting a shiver. “Hm?”
“I - I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Andy Bear.” You feel a hand sink into the back pocket of your shorts before painfully squeezing your ass. “Ow!”
“Last warning, little girl...” He does it again, ignoring the way you rise on your toes with a whimper. “Knock it the fuck off. Now put that shit in the cart and let’s go.”
You resume pouting, but manage to do as he asks. Quietly hating the fact that you can’t do anything about the sting in your poor bottom because you’re out in public.
Overgrown, handsome ass sourpuss.
Andy keeps a solid grip on your waist the entire time you’re in the checkout line, only letting up when you two are loading things onto the conveyor belt. Handing you his card, he tells you to go ahead and pay while he runs off to the bathroom.
So you do. With your debit card. But instead of going for immediate gratification this time, you take the receipt and wrap it around the black card he had initially given you. You had no idea when he would notice, but you knew that he would one of these days. And when he did…
Well, you’d deal with it.
But until then, you decide to keep the game going by pushing the cart outside and loading up the car. Sometimes it was so unbelievably easy to mess with your man. It really didn’t take much with Andrew Barber, especially where you were concerned.
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The ride back to your place is mostly quiet. Well, Andy talks. But you’re not able to respond because you’re too busy sucking on one of those fucking jawbreakers he keeps in the center console for moments when you’ve been…acting up.
Funny enough, he’d actually noticed your little switcheroo with the cards earlier than you’d expected. But only after he’d found you sitting in the driver’s seat of his car with the windows down and the A/C on full blast. At least you’d left your shirt on this time.
See? Progress.
Yeah, not to him. That was another rule of his. He always drove. And on the rare occasions when you were the one to pick him up, he pumped your gas. Rain or shine. When it came down to it, you really were a lucky girl.
And you knew it.
But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t get a little sassy with him now and again – which is exactly what you'd done when he’d snarled at you to get your little ass over to the other side before he tore it up. Which explained why you were currently sulking with a mouthful of hard candy.
And, to top it off, he had to drop you at your spot after all because he had to head back into the office. Looks like things were moving quickly all of a sudden, and he was apparently due in court first thing in the morning. Talk about a bummer.
You’re still not done with the fucking thing when he finally pulls up in front of your home. With a sigh, Andy puts the car in park before climbing out of his seat and jogging over to your side to assist you.
“Hm. Still pouting, huh?” Andy murmurs, chuckling when you don’t reply. Besides, you were only following instructions. You attempt to swerve him when he leans in for a kiss, turning your head so that his lips brush your cheek.
“Hey. Don’t be like that, baby girl.” Wrapping his arms around your middle, he pulls you flush against his hard body. And although you try to resist, it’s difficult to put up much of a fight when he smells so damned good.
“Hmph.” You grunt, even as you bury your face against the fabric of his shirt.
“I’m sorry, but it looks like I really do have to work. We’ll pick things up tomorrow.” One of his big hands begins lightly rubbing your back. “Including discussing whatever's got you acting like such a brat today. Understand?”
You nod, slipping a territorial hand beneath his shirt.
“Thank you. And in the meantime, Daddy is going to Venmo you the amount of whatever it was you spent today. Plus a little extra so you can order yourself something for dinner tonight since we’re pushing off the fajitas until tomorrow.” He pulls back so that he can look into your eyes. “You gonna be my good girl and accept it without giving me a hard time?“
Again you nod, trying not to get lost in those big, beautiful orbs.
“Wonderful.” His head dips to capture your lips for a brief kiss. “I’ll call you tonight after I’ve taken care of what I need to prepare for court and you’ve had time to adjust that little attitude.”
He takes another kiss, right as you finally finish with that damned jawbreaker. This time he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, before claiming your mouth for his own. He groans softly, reveling in your sweet taste as his hands go to your ass, tugging you closer.
“Okay, Daddy.” You whisper, feeling a touch lightheaded when you finally break apart. “I’ll talk to you tonight.”
“Count on it.” Andy playfully tugs on a curl that’s escaped your bun. “Now go on inside, okay? And be sure to lock the door behind you too.”
“Bye.” You steal another kiss.
“Goodbye, baby girl. Talk to you tonight.”
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True to his word, your Andy Bear sends you your money back and then some. You’re tempted to return it, but instead you decide to use it to buy the ingredients for your famous lemon pound cake – made from scratch.
The secret? A package of instant lemon pudding and a couple teaspoons of lemon zest.
And by the time he manages to FaceTime you that evening your mood has certainly shifted. You spend much of your thirty-minute call talking and teasing one another before signing off for the night with a little dance to the tune of T-shirt & Panties by Adrina Moore.
Yeah, Andrew Barber loved the hell out of you. Even when you spent the day being a little fucking brat. Which was understandably a good thing.
Especially since you weren’t done.
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The next morning…
Knowing that your boyfriend would be busy with court proceedings for most of the day, you quietly let yourself into his house. After getting your things settled, you change into something into one of the two outfits you’d brought along to aid you in this particular bout of shenanigans. Namely, some brand new lingerie.
Giggling, you disappear down the hall in the direction of his study. Once inside, you take your time putting together the compact tripod for your mobile phone before adjusting your camera and lighting.
Deep down, you knew that you should probably quit while you were ahead. But, in all honesty, where was the fun in that?
Having previously settled on several classy poses thanks to a little practice last night, it doesn’t take you long to capture what you need. And you managed to successfully take them all without falling on your head.
Once your man got through bitching and moaning about your being naughty, you were sure that he would come to appreciate your efforts. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
You normally felt bad about interrupting him in court, unless it was an emergency. But today you would force yourself to ignore those feelings in favor of shenanigans.
Biting your lip, you open up your message thread to fire off a good morning text. You kick things off simply enough, writing: Good morning, Daddy. I’m just over here waiting patiently for you to bring home a victory today.
And then you hit send, which leads to the following exchange:
After slipping in the dreaded b-word to your conversation, you decide to put your phone on silent. While it was true that your boyfriend often claimed to be man things to you, being your buddy wasn't one of them. And it annoyed the crap out of him whenever you referred to him as such.
As you go about tidying up, you consider making use of the toy you knew was tucked away upstairs in the nightstand by the bed. While it would definitely do you good to relieve some of that ache between your thighs, you would force yourself to be patient.
However…
That doesn’t stop you from heading up there anyway, under the pretense of dropping off your overnight bag. And then wouldn’t you know it?
The damned thing somehow makes its way out of the drawer and into your mouth. Ugh! And to make matters worse, you accidentally manage to snap a photo of yourself sucking on it, right as you hollow-out your cheeks.
What a damned shame!
Talk about a true comedy of errors. It’s so funny that you end up giggling uncontrollably for the next ten minutes. But you know what makes it even better? The moment your thumb slips and hits send.
After that, it becomes downright hysterical.
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Later that afternoon…
Letting out a yawn, you lean back in your chair and stretch before deciding to call it a day. You’d just spent the last several hours going back and forth with a client about a project that was supposed to be in its final stages.
As in almost fucking finished.
But they’d since decided to shelve half of the damned concept before pivoting and heading in a different direction. Which was fine, so long as they were willing to pay.
Pressing the heels palms over your eyes you reason that you've done enough. You really did love your job. But sometimes it could also be unbelievably taxing.
Powering down your laptop, you decide to go ahead and ice the pound cake that is currently cooling on the counter. While you’re at it, you go ahead and prepare everything you need for the fajitas as well. Since the steaks were already doing their thing in the marinade you’d thrown together earlier, there really wasn’t much left for you to do outside of slicing vegetables.
Once that’s done, it only takes you a few minutes to whip up the simple glaze. After all, it was just powdered sugar, condensed milk, lemon juice, and a dash of vanilla extract. Whisk together until smooth and then bam!
Sweet and sticky deliciousness in a bowl.
You’re in the process of slowly drizzling it over top of the cake when you hear Andy walk through the front door. Moments later, he strides into the kitchen clutching a box under his arm.
“Hey there, Andy Bear!” You chirp as you go to set the bowl in the sink before rinsing your hands and drying them on a towel. Earlier mischief forgotten, you launch yourself into his waiting arms. “I missed you!”
“Did you?” He asks, tilting his head. “That's interesting.”
“What do you mean?” Confused, you place your hands on either side of his face, trying to pull him in for a kiss. But instead of cooperating, he sets you back on your feet with a sigh.
“Don’t worry about it, baby girl." Andy sweetly boops your nose before removing his suit jacket. "Honestly, it’s my fault for not taking care of it yesterday when I had the chance.”
“Huh? I’m afraid you’ve lost me.” Rising on your tiptoes you offer up your lips again, only to pout when he denies you. Again.
What the hell? And what was in that box on the table.
“Just let me go and get changed and then I’ll deal with everything.” Shaking his head, your man lets out a dark chuckle as he turns towards the stairs. “Including you.” And then he’s gone, disappearing around the corner in the direction of his bedroom.
Oh shit.
Your stomach drops as every single bratty act you’ve committed over the last thirty-or-so hours suddenly comes flooding back. You really should’ve gone home to wash your hair or something like you'd said you would. Not that that would’ve helped you any.
The man knew where you lived. And he had a fucking key!
Feeling a little on edge, you head for the hallway, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “I baked you a cake, baby!” You call out. “Want me to cut you a piece?”
“I’ll be down in a moment!” He responds. “Why don’t you go open your present, hm?”
Rocking on your heels for a second, you decide to go back to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he possibly could have bought you. And then you remove the lid.
Okay, well, so far it appeared to be nothing more than an overabundance of pink tissue paper.
You’re just about to reach inside when you hear Andy return to the room. “Go on. Dive in.” You jump when one of his brawny arms snakes its way around your waist, as his soft lips delicately caress the sensitive skin just behind your ear.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Aw. You really want me to spoil the surprise?” He presses a kiss to your temple. “I don’t think so, baby girl.”
Your pulse spikes as you tear at the thin sheets to reveal...a pair of lacy black panties.
“Keep going.” Andy urges as his talented fingers slide beneath your shirt to rest on your abdomen. “There’s more.”
Next you find a black device that looks suspiciously like a remote, followed by an oddly shaped vibrator, and a pink paddle with the words “for bad girls only” emblazoned on the front.
“Well, don’t leave me in suspense, sweetheart.” He brushes aside your curls so that he can rest his bearded chin on your shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think I quite understand.” You mutter as you dangle the skimpy scrap of fabric from your index finger.
“Well, in that case, allow me to explain.” Andy gives you another kiss, this time on the back of your neck. “See, since you love playing games so much, Daddy took some time out of his very busy schedule to go out and buy you a few things so that we could play together. Isn’t that nice?”
“Uh huh.” You breathe as your traitorous core spasms. “Wait.” Licking your dry lips, you try to turn in his arms, but his grip remains steadfast.
“Oh no.” He murmurs before picking up the paddle and pressing it to your chest. “I’m ready to play now.” The gruffness in his tone has your panties positively soaked. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. Are you listening to me, sweetheart?”
You nod quietly, suddenly having a tough time getting a full breath of air into your lungs.
“You're going to kick things off by stripping for me. And then you’re going to bend over the edge of the table and offer up that gorgeous ass.”
“But I -” You’re interrupted by a hand fisting itself in your hair, jerking your head back with just enough force to make you whimper.
“I don’t want to hear another goddamned word out of that sexy little mouth.” Andy growls, licking the curve of your cheek. “Not one, unless I grant you explicit permission to do so. Understand?”
You nod again as a delicious shiver courses through you.
“Good. Now strip. You have thirty seconds, baby.” He then steps to the side so that you can quickly go about removing your clothes, starting with your shirt. With shaking hands you work to unfasten your bra before letting it drop to the ground - baring your breasts to your man’s hungry gaze.
Next up are your thin cotton shorts, followed by your underwear. But instead of allowing them to join the pile, Andy holds out his hand to you. Giving them over to him, you watch as he slowly brings damp cotton to his nose, inhaling your sweet, earthy scent. A strangled groan escapes his throat as he repeats the action. Once. Twice.
“You smell like heaven.” He hums, the gravely purr rumbling in his chest.
Finally naked, you lower yourself across the table, letting out a tiny shudder as your nipples make contact with the cool surface.
“Good girl.” Andy praises as his large, slightly calloused palm settles on the small of your back. “Now, we can continue with the game.” He steps around you to pick up the vibrator and panties that are laying on the table, just out of reach.
“As you probably already guessed, this toy very similar to the one we keep upstairs. Except there are a couple key differences. The first one being that it’s controlled by that little handheld remote right there.” He places the device in question into his pocket, a hint of a mocking grin flitting across his lips. “Yeah, that part’s meant for Daddy.”
And then he continues on, purposely ignoring the way you keep rubbing your thighs together.
“As for the second special thing…you see these? These are magnetic wings that lock together with this piece right here, turning these into one hell of a good time.”
Oh good God. He was talking about vibrating panties.
"Doesn't that sound fun, little girl?" Your man's all-too enthusiastic response elicits another whimper from you, followed by a whine as he slowly begins dragging the fabric up your legs and over your ass.
You do your best to focus on your breathing when he gently adjusts the vibrator, making sure the toy is securely nestled against your swollen, needy clit.
Once he’s done, he then cups a possessive hand over your mons. “Who’s pussy is this?” He rasps, as his voice borders on something feral. “You can speak.”
“Y-yours.” You respond with a shaky whisper.
“Damn right it is. And who do you belong to? Who's the rightful keeper of this beautiful little body?" He grinds heel of his palm against your cunt, enjoying the sweet sounds you make. "Wanna hear you say my name, baby.”
“You-ooh! I belong to you, D-daddy.”
“Good girl.” Andy purrs. “Proud of you for answering correctly.”
“Ooh!" Without warning, you feel the toy suddenly come to life, sending low, even vibrations pulsing through your vulnerable core all the way down to your toes. “Oh, fuck - god, Andy!” Your eyes fall shut as the power increases.
“Did I also mention that this thing is equipped with twelve different settings?" Oh fuck! "I mean, the box did promise hours of fun. So, I think it’s only fair that we give it a good test drive. Maybe even leave a review.”
“Ungh!” You cry out as he ratchets up the speed once more. "Daddy, please!"
Andy ignores your cries as he silently debates whether or not he ought to gag you
“Glad you agree, baby girl. Tell you what, I’ll be nice and let you keep playing with your new toy during your spanking. In fact, you even have my permission to cum.”
“Fuck!” You dance on your toes as the sensations threaten to overwhelm you. “Too much!”
“It is not.” Andy scoffs, issuing a sharp slap to your upturned ass, courtesy of your brand new paddle. “Knock it the fuck off before I really give you something to whine about.” And then he chuckles before adding. “Oh, wait. That’s exactly what I’m about to do, isn’t it?”
The paddle cracks across your ass again, forcing you to bear down on the toy as your empty walls clench around nothing.
Your orgasm was so close, but what worried you was that you knew he was only just getting started.
“And when we’re through with this part of the game, I’ll help you with the fajitas.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ow, Daddy!” You hiss at the sting - which only serves to intensify the pleasure pulsing through your poor, soon-to-be overworked pussy. “Damn!”
“Mm. Swear, you look so pretty like this.” He delivers the next blow before turning up the vibrations another notch. “In fact, I think we’ll keep playing through dinner. What do you say?”
“Argh! Fucking bastard!” You wail as you stomp your foot, which only earns you an underhanded slap to your cunt.
Crack!
“Okay, have it your way, sweet girl. Daddy will check in with you after dessert.”
Summary: A lazy morning in bed leads to a simple request from your man... Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Light Smut, Schmoop, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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This right here was what Sunday mornings were all about…
You silently muse from your place sprawled atop your man’s chest, letting the gentle, rhythmic sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you to sleep. If you had your way, you would never move from this spot. This man, this bed. They were your home. You were exactly where you belonged. All twisted up and tangled in sheets that smelled like him.
Like cedarwood and vanilla.
“Baby?” Andy whispers, lightly clearing his throat. “I…I was wondering…" He trails off as he tries to settle on the right words.
Unbeknownst to you, your sweet man had something on his mind. And he was finally ready to pose the one question he’d been dying to ask for the longest time.
“Hm?” You lightly rub at his chest while you wait for him to finish. Perhaps after a quick nap you would convince your Andy Bear that you were in desperate need of another bout of lazy lovemaking.
In fact, you couldn’t possibly dream of a better way to pass the afternoon.
“What is it, honey?” You ask again, sitting up just slightly so that you can get a good look at his face. Andy smiles down at you, his warm blue eyes filled with what looked a lot like love…and a hint of something else.
Uncertainty, perhaps?
“Baby girl, I just - I love you. Okay?” He strokes a knuckle across the softness of your cheek. “And I’ve been, uh, wanting to ask you if you would, uh…ah, fuck. I’m screwing this up. Can you maybe not look at me for a sec?”
“Okaaay.” You mumble before obediently shifting your gaze downwards. “How’s that, Big Man?”
“Nope. Didn’t help.” He grunts before using his powerful body to swiftly reverse your positions. You can’t help but squeal when your world tilts on its axis as you find yourself pinned beneath his delicious weight. “There we go. Much better.”
“I’m so glad.” You tell him, giggling when he begins tenderly nuzzling at your neck with soft, tender kisses. After a moment Andy decides it’s time to try again.
“I want you to show me how to take care of you.” One of his hands finds its way into your thick curls, gently playing with the coiled strands.
“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of that already, my love.”
Which wasn’t a lie. You knew without a doubt that the man in your arms was entirely devoted to you in every way that mattered.
“No.” Andy sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I mean that I would like you to…teach me about how to help you with your hair.” He loosely wraps a curl around his finger, tugging lightly.
“You wanna learn how to do my hair?” You ask, unable to hide the wave of surprise that washes over you. “What? Why?”
No man had ever asked you that before.
“Because it’s part of what makes you so uniquely special. And as your man, I feel it’s important for me to know all the ways you might need me to take care of you. Comes with the territory, you know?”
“Wow.” You breathe, feeling a touch overwhelmed. “I, uh…wow.”
“I may not be good at it. I mean, I keep my shit short for a reason. But maybe you could show me the basics? If you’re comfortable, that is…”
Comfortable? In love is what I am, you darling man.
“Andy, you don’t have to -” Your man is quick to interrupt you as he swoops in for a brief, yet meaningful kiss.
“Shh.” Andy murmurs against your lips. “For what it’s worth, I already tried watching a few videos on YouTube, but I wasn’t quite sure where to start. And then things got a little complicated.” He shrugs, a hint of a blush staining his bearded cheeks.
His sweet admission makes you laugh. You can just imagine him sitting downstairs at desk, staring at pictures of you on his phone while trying to determine the nuances of your curl pattern.
And damned if that wasn’t sexy as hell.
“Just when I think it’s impossible for me to fall for you even harder, you go and do something like this.” Using every ounce of your strength, you flip him over so that you're straddling his waist.
“Like what?” He asks with a grunt as hands go to brace themselves on your hips.
“Don’t worry about it.” You tell him, as your hand reaches back to fist itself around his hard cock. Raising up, you both bite back a groan as you lower yourself over his thick length, slowly engulfing him in your wet heat. “All you need to know is that you just earned yourself one hell of a round three, baby boy. And if you can handle it, maybe even a round four.”
“Ah, fuck!” He hisses through clenched teeth as you begin to ride him. “Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Hell yeah, it is. I love you, baby.” You increase your pace, grinding your greedy pussy against him with everything you have. “Now lie back and let your girl show you just how much.”
Summary: You get a little creative helping Andy with his nightly skincare routine.
Warnings: Smut, Hand Job, Cursing, Fingering (mentioned), Fun with Lotion, Minors DNI
A/N: Written for @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Partially written on my phone, so all mistakes are my own. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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Steam fills the bathroom, temporarily clouding your vision when you and your man finally emerge from the shower. Andy secures a towel around his waist before holding out one to you, which you readily accept. With a chuckle, he hauls your small frame against his hard body, his damp chest hair tickling your bare skin.
"Be good." You playfully scold, rising on your tiptoes so that you can gently peck his soft, full lips. Once. Twice.
"I thought I was." He growls as his big hands find your ass, palming your cheeks. “At least that’s what you kept screaming in the shower a few minutes ago.”
“Oh my God.” You mumble, rolling your eyes before trying to pull away. “Stop it.”
“Why?” Andy slowly walks you backwards toward the bathroom sink. “I distinctly recall you saying it over and over again while I was busy finger fucking my little pussy.”
“I - I, um…” You stammer out, trying to find the right words. Which was unusually hard since you were still coming down from the amazing orgasm he’d just wrung from you.
“You, err, um, what?” He teases, leaning down to trail his wicked tongue along the curve of your throat. “What’s got my baby tripping over her words like this? Too many orgasms, or not enough?”
Oh, definitely the second one.
“Not enough.” You whisper, feeling your cheeks burn as your teeth go to nibble at your bottom lip. “It’s never enough with you.”
Andy lifts you then, making you gasp, as he sets you on the vanity. You watch as his eyes darken, before his arms go to position themselves on either side of you - caging you in. It never failed to turn you on when he used his powerful body to demonstrate just how big he was compared to you.
Whether it was simply picking you up to move you out of the way or carrying you around the house, you were always aware of his superior strength. And, oh God, when the man decided he was in the mood to wrestle...
The thought itself is enough to have you squeezing your thighs together.
“You telling me the truth, little one?” One finger finds its way under your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.
“Uh huh. And I want more.” You breathe as your heartbeat quickens in your chest. “I just need to finish getting ready for bed first. Wanna help me?” Your man nods eagerly, his expression letting you know that he is practically putty in your hands right now.
Ask and you shall receive. That definitely seemed to be Andrew Barber’s motto, both in and out of the bedroom.
“Hand me my lotion, please. I need that red jar right over there.” You point to a spot located just behind him.
“Anything to get my greedy girl ready for bed.” He murmurs before turning to follow your instructions. As soon as he does, your hand snakes out to grab at his towel, giving it a sharp yank.
Not that it fazes him any. Now standing there stark naked and proud, he makes a show of bending over to fetch the item you requested.
Fuck, you wanted to take a bite out of that fine ass.
Andy returns to you then, handing over the tub before resuming his previous position in front of you. You knew that he loved watching you apply your favorite lotions and creams all over your skin. Sometimes he even sweetly offered to help - which usually made the entire process take much, much longer than it actually should.
But, what your man didn’t know was that you were about to use this opportunity as a teaching moment. You were going to gently remind him that even the district attorney for the City of Boston could stand to use a quality moisturizer now and again.
Dry skin was a bitch no matter who you were.
Graciously accepting the proffered offering, you twist off the lid before giving it to him to hold.
“You know why I love this one as much as I do, Andy Bear?” You ask as you begin smoothing the lightly scented cream over your arms.
“Because it makes you smell absolutely delectable?” Andy purrs, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Hurry up and finish getting ready, baby. You’ve got me so hard I’m afraid I’m about to pull something.”
You’re briefly distracted from your task long enough to confirm that he is, in fact, serious. And very, very hard. Your wide eyes fixate on your Big Man’s impressive cock as a bead of precum wells up, dotting the tip of the swollen mushroom head.
And fuck if the sight doesn’t make your mouth water.
“No…” You try again, shaking your head as you attempt to refocus. “Because it leaves my skin feeling so soft and silky smooth. Why else do you think you have such a hard time keeping your hands off me honey?”
“Because I’m fucking addicted to you?” He muses before taking your lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. “Because I love the feel of you in my arms?” Another kiss, coupled with a sensual flick of his tongue. “Because my girl’s got a pussy that grips me like a fucking vice? I dunno, take your fucking pick.”
“Okay, okay.” You plant a hand on his chest to stave off his advances. “Maybe so, but the point I was trying to make was that I think you might be able to use some of this too.” Clearly only half listening, Andy’s head dips again in an effort to recapture your lips.
“Pay attention, Andrew!” You squeal, wanting him to understand. Which was hard to do when you were also busy dodging him at the same time. “This one right here contains a serum that promotes skin elasticity and –”
Still not listening, his hands go to remove your towel. Which, in all honesty, was probably his way of helping you along. He slowly slides it down your body to reveal the bare flesh beneath as the cool air makes your nipples pebble.
“Oh, I am, Y/N. Very, very close attention.”
He lifts your left breast, hefting the tempting weight in his palm. His thumb moves to trace a circle around your sensitive areola, sending sparks coursing through you from head to toe. And then you watch as his luscious mouth slowly begins to descend so that he can –
Okay, no. Focus girl!
“Thank you, honey.” Giggling, you go to slide off the edge of the sink. At this point, trying to educate your man about the importance of having a proper skincare regimen was kind of a lost cause. “But something tells me that you’re just not hearing me.”
“C’mon, baby girl.” Andy groans, before poking out his bottom lip. Your handsome man was so cute whenever he resorted to pouting. “Just let me have you. Wanna bury myself between your thighs so I can taste all that sweetness you promised me this morning” He goes to grab your hips, prompting you to dance away as you move behind him.
Sporting a devilish grin, you dip your fingers into the fresh smelling cream. You take a moment to rub it between your hands before reaching around to slather it across Andrew’s taut abs. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath your gentle ministrations.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” You ask, silently noting the catch in his throat as your wandering hands skim lower. “Men need lotion too, you know. Can’t have my beautiful Andy Bear out in these streets looking ashy.”
You crack open an eye as you reach for more cream. “I asked you a question, baby boy.” You remind him as your voice drops to a sultry purr. “Answer me, please.” He lets out sharp intake of breath when you wrap a slippery hand around his shaft, leisurely pumping his thick length up and down.
“Fuck, sweetheart!” He grunts, his shoulders hunching as you continue to work him. “Ah, goddamnit! Don't -"
Don't stop? Wouldn’t dream of it.
Twisting your wrist with practiced ease, you swirl the pad of your thumb across his now weeping crown. It blends easily with the creamy slickness of the lotion, only adding to the fluidity of your strokes.
“You feel so good in my hands, Andy. Don’t you think?” You love the way his big body shudders as you continue to play with him. It’s not often that you got to be in control with this man, so when it did happen, you had to take full advantage.
Especially when that man happened to be Bad Boy of Boston.
“Uh huh.” Comes another grunt, this one sounding more pained than the first. “I - I wanna cum inside you, baby girl.”
“Mm…” You hum as your other hand goes to cup his heavy sac. “But I wanna see you cum like this.”
He slams his fist down on the counter as you continue to fondle his balls while jerking his cock. You can practically feel him pulsing beneath your hand, letting you know just how close he is to release.
How desperate.
“Wanna watch you cum all over my hand.” You increase the pace, taking pleasure in the fact you were the one making Andrew Barber come apart at the seams. “Wanna know you’ll remember to lotion up after each and every shower.”
He cries out when you sink your teeth into the blade of his shoulder, before trailing a line of kisses down the curve of his spine.
“Ah, god! Yes!” Andy’s hips move to match the rhythm you’ve set, his ardent thrusts now timed with the intimate motion of your hand. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna – gonna – fuck!”
“Do it, baby” You hiss. “Cum for me, Andrew.” Knowing that he’s beyond close, you change tactics so that you can play with his perineum, using your nails to lightly tease the sensitive spot just behind his sac.
A heated blush fans its way across his broad chest and back, his entire body beginning to shake as he approaches his impending orgasm.
“Open your eyes and give it to me, baby boy.” You urge, eager to witness his explosion. “Want it all.”
Another fevered stroke, followed by a skilled flick of your wrist is all it takes to send Andy tumbling over the edge. Throwing his head back, a feral groan escapes his throat as the trembling takes over. His angry cock spasms in your grip as thick ropes of hot, white hot cum hit your hand before splashing onto the surface below.
But you don’t stop, oh no. You keep going, determined to milk every single drop from him as his big body continues to shudder his way through his incredible orgasm.
Nuzzling his shoulder, you lean around him to rinse off your hands before drying them on a nearby hand towel.
“Don’t you feel better, Big Man?” You coo as you return to the task of quickly applying lotion to the rest of his tempting physique. “Now that we’ve soothed all of that gorgeous, thirsty skin?”Only when you’re done do you allow yourself to step back and admire your handiwork.
All of it.
A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he turns to peer back at you. You had no doubt that you had awoken the beast within. Even now as he stands there recovering, you already knew that he was in the midst of plotting his revenge.
“Swear to God, as soon as I get the feeling back in my legs I’m gonna wear you out.” The force of his snarled promise has you taking a small step towards the door. A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he scrubs a hand across his face. "Oh, sweetness, the things I'm gonna do to you..."
“Sure you will, honey.” You respond with a nonchalant shrug. He quirks a brow in your direction, letting you know that he isn't overly fond of your tone. “Just be sure to clean up your mess first.”
You toss the soiled towel at him before pinching his ass and darting out of the bathroom in search of refuge. Because while you couldn’t be sure that your lesson was effective...
Your man now knew just how committed you were to helping him develop a proper fucking night routine.
Summary: Restless energy and an ill-advised night jog land you in a heap of trouble with your man. Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Spanking, Punishments, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Minors DNI
A/N: Requested by @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Partially written on my phone, so all mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!
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You spare a glance at the clock as you lace up your shoes. At just after 7:30pm it was a little late for a run, especially this time of year. But since you were bored out of mind and your man was busy burning the midnight oil, you figured this might be a good way to relieve a little bit of this extra energy that was currently coursing through your veins.
It was officially the holiday season. And while you enjoyed the festive decorations, music, and movies, this particular time also left you with a dull ache in your heart – because you missed your family. But sometimes being around them wasn’t always good for you, especially when it came to your mental health.
Instead you had chosen to spend this past Thanksgiving with friends, just like you had the year before. But unlike last year, you’d actually had three celebrations. One with your friends and then one with Andy and his family. Which had been so fucking lovely that it makes you smile just thinking about it.
You hadn’t known just how much you’d needed a mom hug until Andy’s mother, Lisa, had wrapped you up in her arms and given you such a heartfelt squeeze. And even though you had only met her a couple of times since, you still cherished that moment.
And later on that evening you and your man had each taken turns expressing just how grateful you were for each other. With the help of a French Silk Pie. You’d never made one before, but you now knew that it required a lot of work and was best enjoyed with a side of Andrew Barber’s abs.
Still smiling, you throw on your jacket and take another quick peek at the time.
7:42pm. Alright. If you were gonna be back before you man got home you needed to head out now.
After making sure you have everything, you go ahead and step out of Andy’s brownstone and onto the porch. You take a moment to scroll through your phone, searching for the perfect playlist.
While you stand there, you can’t help but feel grateful for this recent bout of unseasonably warm weather. Sure, it was probably global warming at work, but at least that meant you wouldn’t freeze to death.
Setting your playlist on shuffle, you slip your iPhone into the fitness band attached to your bicep. And then you turn on your AirPods before checking the lock one last time. Satisfied that you had everything just right, you take off down the street and into the night.
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You’re about fifteen minutes in when you realize that you were actually doing pretty well for yourself. You weren’t even breathing that hard. At least not yet.
Ahh, progress.
Looks like all that cardio at the gym was finally paying off. While your boyfriend was always very, very vocal about just how much he appreciated your curves, you really were a little concerned about some of that damned happy weight.
Sometimes your boyfriend even liked to join you. But seeing as he spent most of his time glaring at every man who even so much as dared to look at your ass, he never actually managed to get in much of a workout himself. You bite back a small laugh when you think about that time some guy, one of those wanna-be bodybuilder types, had asked if you needed a spotter.
Andy had just stepped away to use the restroom, briefly leaving you all by your lonesome. Deciding to give into temptation and fuck with your fella just a little, you’d responded with “oh my gosh, that would be great”. You’d gotten through all of five reps by the time Andy had finally re-entered the main fitness area. And, oh, how you wished you could’ve had someone snap a picture of his face.
Saying your man was pissed had been a colossal understatement.
Those two had spent several minutes exchanging quite a few testosterone-fueled snarls, grunts, and chest thumps before your very unhappy boyfriend had dragged your ass out of there. His proprietary grip on your waist had been so tight that you were pretty sure your poor feet had ceased to touch the pavement once you’d hit the parking lot.
Your Big Man had seethed practically the entire way home. But the moment you’d stepped foot inside, Andrew Barber had you on the ground. The next thing you knew, he had ripped a hole in your expensive black leggings, before proceeding to fuck the living daylights out of you right there in the hall.
At least he’d had enough sense to shut the front door before raviging you like a wild man. Good god, you hadn’t walked right for two days by the time he was through. He’d shown you no mercy.
And it had been so freakin’ worth it.
Forcing yourself back into the present, you continue on. Not yet ready to stop, you keep pushing yourself, focusing on your breathing as you round the next corner of a familiar block. You decide to turn around once you make it to the outskirts of one of your favorite local parks.
Yeah. That would be far enough.
You’re also grateful that your phone hasn’t gone off, not one time.Which meant two things. One, that your Big Man was deep in work mode. And two, you’d be able to make it back to his place before he did.
Because now that you thought about it, you were pretty sure that he would not approve of your little adventure. Swear to god, he could be so overprotective sometimes that it bordered on ridiculous…
Once you reach the park, you finally allow yourself a well-deserved break. By now, your precious lungs are on fire. Standing under a lamp post, you spend the next few minutes greedily sucking in air.
You really should have brought along a bottle of water. But then again, you also hadn’t planned on running this far.
After giving yourself a little more time to recover, you’re finally ready to head on home. But before you do, you remove your phone to search for a new playlist. Since your light jog back would act as your cool down, you needed something that meshed with your new vibe.
And you can see that there’s still nothing from Andy indicating that he’s left the office. Thank goodness. Maybe you’d even have time to shower before he walked through the door.
A girl could only hope.
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Forty minutes later…
Thankfully, your journey back to his place is just as uneventful as your quick jaunt to the park. You manage to keep a pretty good pace the whole trip, alternating between jogging and walking, which keeps blood pumping.
And now you’ve entered the home stretch, putting you just shy of a block away from the finish line. Turning off your music, you decide to check your phone one last time.
It reads 9:07pm.
You frown when you see that you still haven’t received a message from your man. Now, you weren’t typically one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you were starting to find his lack of communication just a tiny bit strange.
And then you notice that you also haven’t received any Facebook or Instagram updates either. Alright. And the same holds true for your email as well. Okay, now that was really, really odd.
And then it hits you.
You’d accidentally switched on your device’s Do Not Disturb feature at the start of your run.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Bracing yourself for the worst, you quickly fix your settings. Less than two seconds later, you’re hit with a barrage of notifications consisting of missed texts, voicemails, and calls. All from Andrew.
Deciding to listen to forgo the voicemails, you go straight for your text messages instead. Seemed like a much better option. That is, until you actually read them. You make it through the first three before giving up.
Concern. Panic. Frustration. And then more panic. It was all right there in his texts. By now it was pretty safe to assume that your Big Man had kind of gone off the deep end with this one.
You’re in the middle of calculating just how long it would take you to run all the way back to your apartment when your phone buzzes in your hand. Which, of course, causes you to accidentally panic too.
Which means you accidentally hit decline. Oops.
Well, at least you were being consistent. You’d be back at the house in a minute anyway. So you would deal with him then.
And not a second before.
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Five minutes later you quietly unlock the front door, wincing at the sound it makes as it slowly creaks open. You were almost certain that it had never made that noise before.
So much for trying to be stealthy.
You pause when you briefly catch sight of Andy as he paces back and forth. And then you feel your phone vibrate.
“C’mon, c’mon.” He growls from somewhere just beyond your line of sight. “Damn it! Pick the fuck up, baby girl.”
Okay, now you were just being silly. You had no doubt that you could fix all of this with one simple explanation.
“Um. Hi, honey!” You call out as you work to remove your shoes. “I - I’m…back.”
You hear a sudden burst of commotion from the next room, which sounds suspiciously like a chair as it connects with the floor. And then there he is. Your man. Looking like he’d just been through the wringer.
His tie is long gone, and his light gray dress shirt untucked. Couple that with the fact that it looks like it’s missing a few buttons, you can definitely tell that he’s been freaking out.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Andy is quick to bridge the distance between you, roughly hauling you against his solid chest. You give him a moment, ignoring the fact he’s squeezing you so tight that you’re having trouble breathing.
You attempt to tell him that you’re fine, but the words come out too muffled.
“What?” He asks when he finally lets you go. His large hands go to your biceps as he takes a step back to get a good look at you. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m okay.” You repeat, hating that you’d worried him so much. “Since you were working late I just decided to go out for a little run. That’s all.” Prying a hand from your arm, you press a sweet kiss to his knuckles. At least maybe now he could relax a little. “And accidentally managed to set my phone to Do Not Disturb too. Isn’t that funny?”
You brush by him so that you can head into the kitchen where you spy a bag sitting on the counter. Along with a dining room chair laying sideways on the floor.
Not a good sign.
“Smells good in here, Big Man. Did you,uh, bring home tacos?” When he doesn’t respond, you take it upon yourself to go ahead and look inside. “Oh, you stopped by Gomez Salsa? How yummy!”
Silence.
Sighing, you go to fix the fallen piece of furniture. Maybe if you got him to eat something he’d –
“I’ve been home for almost an hour, Y/N.” Andy hisses from his place just outside the kitchen. “I called. I texted. Searched every inch of this place. Twice. And nothing.” While his tone remains eerily calm, his big body is bristling with anger. “I got nothing.”
“Aw, c’mon Andy Bear. I just told you that I accidentally turned off my notifications.” The charge in the air has you feeling more than a little on edge. “I’m sorry. I promise, promise, promise that I will be more careful about that. Okay?”
Your words do nothing to ease the tension radiating from his broad shoulders. In fact, they only seem to make things worse.
Much worse.
“What stopped you from leaving a note, sweetheart?” He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for your answer. “I mean, you had to know that I’d be pissed either way.”
“I - I didn’t think –” You stammer out, suddenly tongue-tied.
“I’m gonna stop you right there, little girl. Because you’re absolutely right. You didn’t fucking think.” Andy’s caustic, unflinching tone catches you off guard.
“I didn’t – I wasn’t planning on being gone that long.”
“Of course you weren’t.” A dark chuckle rumbles out of his throat as he sinks his hands into his pockets. “Swear to God, baby girl. I just don’t understand why you would do something so fucking dumb.”
‘I’m not dumb, Andrew.” You hiss, resisting the urge to tear up.
“You’re right, Y/N, you’re not. In fact, you are one of the smartest people I know. Which is why I just don’t get what possessed you to go out running in the middle of the goddamned night!"
“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “It is not that late. This is exactly why I was trying to make it back before you got home.”
“Oh, really?” He responds, raising one imperious brow.
“Yes, because I knew you would overreact like you always do!” You tell him, hands on your hips. “And then, bam! I’m in "trouble” with my big, bad Daddy. Pfft.” Reaching for the bag, you fish out a taco, unwrap it, and daintily shove it into your mouth. “And all because tonight I was cursed with having too much energy.”
The look he gives you lets you know right away that he doesn’t appreciate your tone. But at this point, you don’t really care. You were over this entire ridiculous conversation.
“Okay, baby girl.” Andy sucks on his teeth before scraping a hand over his bearded jaw. “Okay.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Comes your stubborn retort as you wolf down another delicious bite of food. “These are good. You should eat one while I go shower. Might help you calm down a bit.” You spare him a pointed glance before balling up your trash and tossing it in the garbage.
“Is that right?” He chuckles, somehow managing to sound anything but amused. Feeling brave, you snag a bottle of water from the fridge. And then you go to walk past him.
Or, at least, you try to.
“Would you move?” You try again, only to have him block you yet again. “Agh! Please?”
“No.” That’s it. That’s all he says.
“This - this isn’t funny, Andrew.” You grunt, doing your best to physically move him out of the way. But alas, the beefy bastard doesn’t budge.
“Well, that’s good, Y/N. Because I’m not fucking laughing.”
“So what are we gonna do then, huh?” You huff, arms flailing wide. “Stand here and look at each other until…until one of us turns to dust? Which’ll most likely be you, by the way.” You poke him in the shoulder for good measure. And you can tell that your level of sass takes him by surprise.
Grasping your face in his hand, he tilts up your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m only gonna say this one time.” You try to jerk away, but his grip remains firm.
“You’re gonna drop this defiant little attitude of yours right fucking now.” He purrs, his stern eyes flashing. “And go park your ass in that corner right over there.” He points in a random corner, located just beyond the table.
“And if I don’t?” You sensed you were pushing him too far, but you didn't much care.
Andy smiles at you then, brushing a thumb across his lower lip. “Ass. Corner. Now.”
“Make me.” You were not about to go quietly into this good night. No, sir. Not without a fight.
“Alright, baby girl.” Shaking his head, he rolls up his sleeves before beginning to undo his black leather belt. He then makes a show of pulling it through the loops of his slacks. “I had a feeling we’d get here at some point." He muses, more to himself than you. "Evidently, you need Daddy to remind you just how serious I am about your safety."
“I don’t need anything from you except – ooh!” You shriek when he lunges without warning, tossing you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing. “Shit! Andy, wait!”
“Nope.” He grunts, sounding just as casual as can be. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you need me to take control. Which is exactly what I’m going to do, baby girl.”
“I’m sorry!” You cry, bouncing on his shoulder as he carts you up the stairs.
“Huh. Look how easy that was.” Andy’s hand comes down hard on your bottom. “Shame it’s too late for that.”
“Agh!” You kick and squirm in his hold, but it's to no avail. Forget the cardio, you needed to take up street fighting to deal with your district attorney. “You are such a fucking brute!”
All that earns you is another slap.
“Not yet, I’m not.” He grunts as he shoulders his way into his bedroom. Your Big Man then unceremoniously dumps you on the bed. And when you try to crawl away, he grabs hold of your ankle. It takes him a moment, but somehow he maneuvers you in such a way that allows him to restrain your arms behind your back with help his fucking belt.
You cry out again in frustration, the sound now muffled thanks to his stupid comforter. And then your world tilts once more as you’re lifted and then draped across your man’s lap.
“Alright.” Andy mutters as he gets you both settled. “Now that we’re both comfortable, how about we try this again? Hm?”
“Fine.” You grit out. “I’m sorry for –”
“No, no.” Your man is quick to interrupt. “I’ve heard enough out of you. It’s Daddy’s turn to talk, and you’re going to listen.” A soft whimper escapes when he drags the material of legging and panties down your thighs, exposing your ass to his feral gaze. “Understand?”
“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly fascinated by the grooves in the panels of the hardwood floor.
“Yes, what?” Andy snaps, delivering a solid blow to your upturned rear. "Don't tell me you've forgotten already."
“Ungh! Yes, Daddy!” You hiss, biting your lip as you sink your nails into the fabric of his pants.
“Much better, thank you. What you did tonight wasn’t just dangerous.” He begins, double checking your bonds to ensure that they aren’t too tight. “It also showed an incredible lapse in judgment, along with a complete disregard for your safety!”
Sometimes Andy Barber’s patented daddy-mode also came with a lecture. And this evening you seemed to have earned yourself one hell of a good one.
“I –”
“Quiet!” Your Big Man barks as your spanking continues. “You didn’t leave a note because you knew, you knew, that I wouldn’t like it.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “You deliberately made one careless decision after another.”
Smack. Slap. Smack.
One particularly hard blow has you trying to scramble off of your perch. But your efforts are thwarted when he throws one of his heavily muscled thighs on top of your own.
“Ow!” You wail, hating the salty taste of your tears. “Andy! Daddy! Oh shit, stop!”
Crack. Smack. Slap.
“Do you have any idea how terrified I was?” He snarls as he liberally reddens your vulnerable flesh. “Are you really surprised that I’m tearing your ass up right now? The reason isn’t obvious to you?” The spanks keep coming, leaving you a squirming, whining mess.
“I get it! I swear!” You howl, not caring if his neighbors heard your pitiful pleas. You were just ready for your punishment to stop. “I won’t do it again, okay?” You sniffle, wiping your face on his pants.
“Damn it, Y/Nl! You could have been assaulted, mugged, or worse. And no one would’ve had the slightest idea that you needed help or even where to start looking for you, including me!”
Andy delivers several more harsh slaps, making you cry out with each one. But he’s still not done.
“And then, when I confront you about it, you want to act like a complete fucking brat.” He chuffs, briefly pausing to paw at your sore left cheek, squeezing roughly. “Absolutely not! Never again, my gorgeous girl. You’re much too smart for all of this.”
Smack. Slap. Crack. Holy shit, your ass was on fucking fire!
The grip you have on his calf slowly goes slack as you begin to sob. “No reflective clothing, you were wearing your earphones. I just –” He trails off, trying to calm his breathing. “Promise me you won’t do this again.”
“I promise.” You hiccup, watching your teardrops hit the hardwood.
“Thank you.” Andy growls before administering a few last smacks to your already smarting derriere. “You ever pull some crazy shit like this again and, swear to God, I’ll give you a taste of my belt.”
And you knew without a doubt that he most certainly wasn’t kidding.
“Yes, sir.” You sniffle, feeling positively depleted.
“Good girl.” He hums, lightly raking his nails across your heated backside. “You ever find yourself feeling restless like that again, then you call me so that I know I need to make a special trip to wherever you are so that I can fuck you so good you can’t move.”
“O-okay, Daddy. Can I please sit up now?”
“Of course you can.” Adjusting your positions, Andy helps you right yourself so that you can finally look into his stormy blue eyes. “There we go, baby.” He gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek before sucking his thumb into his mouth.
“Your little tears tast so sweet.” He murmurs, brushing his full lips against your temple. “Here’s how the rest of tonight is gonna go. You still listening?”
Unsure of what else to do, you can only nod as you stare at your lap.
“I’m going to help you get cleaned up, and then we’re going to go back downstairs so that I can feed you. After that, we’ll get on with the rest of your punishment.”
“The rest of my punishment?” You breathe, your eyes wide with confusion. “But I - I thought we were –”
“Done?” Your Big Man finishes for you, the word spilling out on the heels of a laugh. “Oh, absolutely not, young lady.” Andy tucks a stray curl behind your ear. “Once you’ve had dinner, you’re going to spend the rest of the night riding your Daddy’s cock.”
A small shiver of anticipation courses through you as your traitorous pussy clenches at his words.
“Daddy just wants to make sure we do everything we can to get rid of whatever’s left of all that pent up energy.” He nips at your jaw as two of his talented fingers slip between your thighs. “Even if it takes all night.”
In fact, he secretly hoped that it did. Otherwise, how the fuck else would his stubborn baby girl learn her lesson?
Pairing: BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't.
Word Count: Over 6.2k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public sex, possessive behavior, dirty talk, light Daddy kink, age gap (reader is in early 20's and Bucky late 40's), arguing, light violence, swearing, conflicted reader (everything is consensual!), everyone is a mess, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Woohoo! Stepped out of my comfort zone a bit on this and I'm so proud! Thank you to @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @buckyownsmylife, @targaryenvampireslayer , @christywantspizza , @sgt-seabass , @lookiamtrying for listening to me ramble about this. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you as well), but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
***Any soft!dark undertones are unintentional as everything is consensual.***
You met Bethany Barnes your freshman year of college. While some of the girls on your floor knew each other, you went off to university not knowing a soul and had to be assigned a roommate. Your nerves shot up when you walked into the shared room. Beth, as she preferred to be called, was intimidatingly beautiful. You hadn't met any supermodels, but she could've chosen that as her profession with her tall, slender build, long auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes.
Your nervousness faded when she smiled and gave you a hug, after asking if it was okay.
"You're here!" she smiled more when she pulled away, looking over your shoulder at who you thought was your dad. "By the closet."
You weren't normally stunned silent by looking at a person, but that was what happened when you met James "Bucky" Barnes. With the beard and quiet confidence in which he carried himself, you would've mistaken him for a professor had it not been for the fact that he was in the dormitory. Call it instant attraction or lust, but you found yourself openly staring at the handsome man as he carried a box into the room. He gazed at you, too, or so you thought. Your mind may have been playing tricks on you.
"Dad, quit staring at my roommate. That's weird."
The needle on the record scratched. Her dad. You could see where she got her good looks. He was taller and broader, his hair dark brown instead of auburn, and eyes a deeper shade of blue. One of the hottest men to ever grace the earth, if anyone asked for your opinion.
It didn't matter how good looking he was. This was Beth's dad. It put him in the "look, but don't touch" column.
Your dad, Dave, appeared moments later and introduced himself. Bucky was kind enough to help him with the rest of your stuff and even offered to buy lunch. While he didn't look the least bit upset about leaving, it was clear your dad was having a tough time holding it together and even had tears in his eyes. You understood. It was the two of you for so long and now you were out the door.
Beth put a hand on his arm and gave him a small smile to ease his worries.
"Hey. Your daughter and I will look out for each other, okay? You have nothing to worry about. Plus, I think we're going to be good friends."
She was right.
To your surprise, you discovered that Beth only lived about an hour away from your hometown. Like you, Beth didn't know anyone, but she was friendly and welcoming. Definitely more outgoing than you would ever be. Her popularity grew quickly, but the two of you were there for each other like she promised. While you had lost your mother, hers took off when she was so young she couldn't even remember her face. Bucky did the best he could to raise her. Like your dad had done for you.
Maybe that was why they became such good friends, too.
The two of you traded off different weekends at each other's houses when you left campus and spent a few holidays together. You did a couple of summer trips with your dads doing their best not to be overbearing. Eventually Beth joined a sorority and moved into the chapter's house, so you no longer lived together. Bucky suggested that your dad move closer to his place when he decided to sell the house, that way everyone could still spend time together.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" your dad asked at the time.
You didn't at the time. It still gave everyone a chance to hang out and your dad seemed to need it more than you. He admired Bucky for being self-made, having a nice house, and a good job. It was as if the man's confidence rubbed off on him. He began to dress better and get in shape. He mentioned possibly dating again, which you encouraged. Your dad deserved to be happy.
You couldn't have predicted it would all go to hell after graduation.
You nursed your wine as you sat at the bar, staring into the abyss of the liquid as you swirled it around. Maybe if you looked long enough, you'd forget about tonight. It should have been an evening of celebration for you. Nothing major, but it was something that meant the world to you.
"I think you need something stronger."
You stayed silent when you turned to your right, slightly surprised when you saw none other than Bucky take a seat beside you. The citrus scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when he moved his stool close enough that your knees touched. Up close, even with the dim bar lightning, you could see the gray hairs in his trimmed beard and perfectly coiffed brown hair. Of all the people you expected to see, he certainly wasn't one of them.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"I thought you could use a friend."
"Are we friends?" You asked softly.
Hurt flashed in his eyes, which filled you with guilt. "I thought we were."
You weren't sure if you would label Bucky as a friend, but you cared for the man. He had been good to you over the years, staying up with you and watching movies when you couldn't sleep or listening to you ramble on about your papers, internship, resume, while Beth pampered herself. He gave advice when you asked and listened when you only wanted to talk.
You didn't need to be rude to him.
"We are," you wanted to assure him and you felt a bit better when his shoulders relaxed. "How did you even know where to find me?"
"You rushed off before dinner started and you mentioned that you liked this place," he replied, like it was obvious. "We were supposed to be celebrating. We didn't get all dressed up for nothing," he teased, gesturing to himself and drawing your attention to his large body as you smiled a little.
Over the last few years, you got used to seeing different looks from him. Jeans and shirts tight enough to see the muscles underneath, sweatpants that hung low enough to let the imagination wander, swim trunks when you went on vacation, and even the occasional suit. He opted for a dark blue suit tonight that matched his eyes, but skipped the tie. It wasn't a look many could pull off and he did it with ease.
You blinked and shook your head, trying not to pay attention to how good he looked. Just because you were upset didn't mean you had a right to check him out. It was wrong to be attracted to him and you refused to acknowledge it. Mainly because he was one of your dad's best friends and one of your best friend's dads.
No, she's not my best friend. Not anymore.
“We even kind of match,” he smiled to himself.
You glanced down at your short, sleeveless dress. It wasn’t revealing or flashy, but you felt beautiful in it. The shade of blue was close to his suit. Part of you felt silly for dressing up for a simple dinner.
"I guess we do," you said softly, looking at your glass again.
“Surprised the boys aren’t lining up for a chance with you,” he said.
You snorted, thankful you didn’t take a sip of your wine. You would’ve spit it out. “The boys have never lined up for me, but it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Boys usually talked to you to get closer to Beth.
“Their loss,” Bucky said sincerely as he held up a couple of fingers for the bartender.
“And we have nothing to celebrate,” you said, not wanting to dwell on your sad dating history.
"Bullshit," he said, ordering two shots of whiskey and setting some money on the counter once the bartender came over. "You got a job at Stark Industries. I'm proud of you."
Your cheeks heated at the praise. "Thank you," you said, sparing him a glance when he passed you a glass. "I already have a drink.”
“And I said it isn’t strong enough,” he hesitated as he picked up his own. “Beth said you weren’t much of a drinker. Not even on your 21st birthday. You were a good girl, weren’t you?”
You were conflicted as you listened. Did Bucky mean for that to be an innuendo? You chose to focus on Beth instead, and how angry you felt. How many nights did you hold her hair back while she puked?
“You're right. We should celebrate."
Bucky gave you a worried look as you picked up your drink.
Your cheeks ached from your wide smile. "To my dad and your daughter fucking each other. Cheers!"
You might as well address the elephant in the room since he wouldn't.
He frowned when you downed the shot, the burn spreading from the back of your throat to your chest. You half expected him to see a clench in his jaw or an embarrassed blush in his cheeks, but he merely threw his drink back and slammed the glass down when he finished. "You sure you don't want to do another toast? I don't think the entire bar heard you."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to make a scene. I did that already, remember?"
You hadn't seen Beth in months since you graduated. Neither of you landed dream jobs right away, but you did find temporary work to help cover the rent for your new place. You wanted to be independent and your dad supported you. But your friend hadn’t even seen your place.
Any time you reached out to meet up, she made an excuse why she couldn't join you or bailed at the last minute if she agreed. At first, you didn't take any offense. You figured she met a guy. She got like that sometimes over boys, but she had never gone that long without hanging out with you.
Maybe she had outgrown you after college.
Your dad sensed that you missed Beth and assured you that you'd see her soon. He planned a special dinner to celebrate you getting a job at Stark Industries. Beth promised she wouldn't miss it. You thought it was strange how easily she accepted your dad's invitation, but you discovered quickly that she wasn't there for you in the first place.
"Sweetie," your dad began as he slipped an arm around Beth's waist. "We have something we want to talk to you about. Beth and I are, well, we're seeing each other. Now I know that may be difficult to hear, especially since I haven't seen anyone serious since your mother, but…"
Your dad used to describe you as amicable and well-behaved when someone asked him about his daughter. No matter what life threw your way, you did your best to be friendly and stay out of trouble. It could have been before your mother was always kind and you did your best to follow in her footsteps. It often meant putting the needs of others before your own, but it never bothered you.
Until tonight.
Until you saw the ring on Beth's finger.
Beth, the girl who flashed boys from her sorority house window and blew off studying. The same girl who cried with you on the anniversary of your mom's death. She was going to marry your dad.
A slow moving storm began to swirl in your mind. You managed to hear your dad say that they began seeing each other the night of graduation and promised it wasn't sooner. It explained why Beth had blown you off all that time. They were trying to figure out how to tell you, but all they did was lie.
Outrage was a foreign feeling to you and you didn't know how to channel it. Were you supposed to scream? Cry? All you knew was that it clawed at your insides until it broke free.
Whatever you yelled was enough to make your dad step back in shock and Beth grab your arm to drag you outside. The porch light illuminated her enough to see the anger etched on her face. You didn't even recognize her.
"What the fuck? You've been fucking my dad?!" you yelled, snatching your arm back from her.
"Yeah, I'm fucking your dad!" she yelled back.
"How did this even happen?!" you demanded to know, immediately regretting asking a second later.
"After your graduation dinner, we were drinking and I said I always thought he was hot and-"
"God, stop!" you shrieked, covering your ears until her mouth stopped moving. "So, you two have been sneaking around behind my back and lying to me for months?!"
"We had to because we knew you'd lose your shit! I knew you wouldn’t be mature about this!"
You trembled as you took a step back. You weren't used to yelling or being yelled at. There were times that you and Beth bickered, but it was nothing like this.
And, of course, you'd lose your shit. What did she honestly expect? Was she the real reason your dad began to take better care of himself over the years?
"Why?" You asked almost timidly, a contrast to how you shouted moments ago. "I don't want to sound cliché, but you can have anyone you want. Why him?"
"Because I want him," she said unapologetically.
Beth, in the time you knew her, was never afraid to go after what or who she wanted. She also went all in with guys. She didn't believe in doing it half-ass. But your dad was far from her type, the opposite of the fuckboys she typically dated.
"My dad isn't one of those stupid boys who does lines of coke off your ass. He's a good man."
"I know he's a good man. That's why I'm marrying him," she snapped, holding up her hand for you to see the ring again. It was beautiful. If you had to guess, it was also expensive. "We just want your support."
You wondered what it would be like at times to have a stepmom. Whenever you envisioned it, your best friend never came to mind. Your dad had to be going through a midlife crisis. God, what would your mom say if she was alive? What did Bucky have to say?
"You're half his age!" you argued, the anger starting to surface again as you stepped forward and smacked her hand away. "What do you two possibly have in common?"
"A lot, actually," she said, clutching her hand against her chest. "You never had a problem with your dad and I hanging out in all the years we've been friends. And you wouldn't give a shit about his age if this was any other guy."
"But this isn't just any guy! This is my dad!" you argued, pleading with her to understand as your vision blurred. Didn’t she realize how awkward it was? What if they ended things? "And you're my best friend."
Beth bit her lip at the sight of your tears. "Your dad and I care about each other, okay? We deserve to be happy. And I care about you, too, but I'm not letting him go. I refuse to be like you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you demanded when you watched the sympathy leave her eyes.
When backed into a corner, Beth lashed out like an animal. Anyone who got too close got hurt. Unlucky for you, you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"You spent all four years of college studying and being nice instead of living. You only had fun when I made it happen. You hardly dated. You're lucky you even got laid at all," she said, digging into your insecurities. It was tough for guys to look at you when Beth stood beside you. It made you wonder how long she felt this way about you. "Deep down, you’re just a fucking coward. Unlike you, I have the balls to go after what I want, so that's what I did. You should find a pair and do the same."
Your hand connected with Beth's cheek before you could stop yourself. Like a scene out of a movie, your dad opened the door in time for him to witness the slap. But it wasn't his hand that gripped your shoulder to pull you away.
It was Bucky’s.
Your hand stung as Beth dissolved into tears in your dad's arms. He looked disappointed in you and said as much as you tried to say something. You waited for Bucky to snap at you for hitting his daughter, but he stayed eerily silent as he looked at your hand.
Did he hate you now?
"I'm sorry," you whispered, pulling away before he could say a word.
You ducked inside long enough to grab your purse and take off before any of them could stop you. It was a coward's way out. Maybe Beth was right about you, after all.
"You didn't cause a scene," Bucky said, ordering you both another drink. "That being said, I didn't hear most of the argument, but I did see you hit Beth."
You winced a little and rubbed your palm against your thigh. It was the first time you ever hit someone. "I'm sorry for slapping her."
"Don't be. She deserved it," he said under his breath.
You didn't expect him to say that.
"Your dad is worried, you know," he said, surprising you again. "Said you aren't answering his calls."
"No, I'm not. I don't know what to say to him," you admitted, finally taking out your phone to glance at it. You had missed calls and texts from your dad and Beth, but you refused to listen to the voicemails or look at the messages. "I don't get it."
"What do you not get?" He asked curiously when you finally took your drink.
"Them," you said, allowing the alcohol to burn your throat again. "I don't get them together. Beth isn't. Well, she's not…"
"Your mother?" he guessed.
You looked in your lap with a sigh.
"No, she isn't, but maybe that isn't a bad thing. She won't try to be your mom. Just a partner to your dad," he said. Was your dad someone who could ground her? Was she someone who could make him feel younger? "They're consenting adults. And your dad is lonely. Has been for years."
It sounded like he was trying to placate you, but something in his voice kept you from calling him out. You knew your dad was lonely. Beth said something similar about Bucky.
"I think Beth is bringing him out of his shell," Bucky gently added.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve hardly seen them in months,” you mumbled.
“They should’ve made time for you,” he said, putting his hand over yours. You didn’t dwell on how nice his touch felt since he pulled away just as quickly. “I should have, too. I’ve missed seeing you around the place.”
It wasn’t his job to make time for you.
“You’ve missed me?” you questioned, warmth spreading in your face as he smiled. It was nice to hear that. “I’ve missed you, too.”
“Though I have a feeling you won't want to stop by as much now to see me.”
"If I don't, it has nothing to do with you," you said.
"Sure," he smiled a little.
You examined him with a critical eye, trying to decipher what was going on in his head. Wouldn't it be awkward for him, too? Where was his anger at the situation? Was he hiding it?
"Why are you not upset? She's your daughter."
He gave you a wistful smile and had his drink. A drop of liquid stayed on his lip and you were tempted to wipe it away. Or lick it away. You couldn't act on those urges, especially after the way you went off on Beth. It would be hypocritical.
"Just because I’m not letting it show doesn’t mean I’m not upset. Truth is, I can’t control what Beth does. She stopped listening to me a long time ago. And if I tried to force her to let Dave go, it would make her want him more," he explained, his jaw twitching. "I had a few choice words for him since he kept it from you."
"Wait," you swung in your chair and almost landed in his lap. His hands gripped your arms to steady you, but he didn't let go. "Because he kept it from me? Not you?"
Bucky gave you a single nod, making your heart crack.
"So you knew?" you asked, sadness bubbling up this time instead of anger.
"I did. I’m sorry."
Why would they tell Bucky and not you? Did they expect him to be more mature? Was he the lesser of the two evils or worse?
“How long have you known?” you asked, moving off the stool with his help. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
“I’ve only known about their relationship for a couple of weeks,” he answered, trying to stop you when you put your phone in your bag. No wonder he wasn’t as upset. He had time to process the news. “Look, it wasn’t my place. You had enough on your mind with job interviews and I was-”
“You were what? Trying to protect me?”
“In a way, yeah,” he said, making you take a step back when he stood up. “I know how my daughter can be, but I didn’t expect them to pick your celebration dinner to tell you.”
“Tonight wasn’t about me,” you said with a bitter laugh. “It was never meant to be about me.”
Age gap and weirdness aside, you didn't want to say out loud that you felt pushed out. Your dad and Beth would be wrapped up in each other from now on. They already were. How would Beth be able to talk to you about romantic issues when those very issues involved your dad? Would your father make time for you? What if they decided to have a kid?
Were you wrong for thinking of yourself instead of being happy for them?
“Come here,” he whispered, embracing you in a comforting hug.
You were close to bursting into tears, shutting your eyes to keep them at bay. What were you supposed to do with the emotions you were feeling? And why did it feel so good to be in his arms?
“I don’t want to be mad at him,” you whispered.
“You won’t be mad at him forever. He’s your father,” he said, leaning in close so his lips brushed your ear. “But he isn’t your daddy, is he?”
Your eyes slowly opened at his words.
“You want me to be your daddy?”
You nearly stumbled back, your eyes wide as you looked at him. There was no playfulness in his gaze. Nothing to give away that it was a joke. You heard him wrong or imagined that because there was no way he would ask you that. Maybe those couple of shots got to you quicker than you thought.
“What did you say?” you asked.
“You heard what I said,” he said evenly.
You laughed as you backed away more. It had to be a joke and you weren’t in the mood for games. So why wasn’t he laughing with you?
“Whatever that was, I-I can’t process this right now. I need air. I need to go home.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Bucky pointed out as you began to walk to the side door. “I can take you. Let me take care of you.
“You’ve been drinking, too,” you said over your shoulder. “I’ll call a cab.”
“Wait!”
You pushed the door open and welcomed the cool air as you walked down the alley. It didn’t bother you since the alcohol warmed you a bit. It was dark, except for the glow of the neon lights. The perfect cover to hide your oncoming tears.
You turned around when you heard footsteps behind you, but didn’t speak when you saw Bucky a few feet away. What would you say to him? It was difficult to think with him watching you, the air thick with tension. The longer his gaze lingered on you, the harder it was to breathe. If he noticed your hand shaking when you wiped at your eyes, he didn't point it out.
Such a gentleman.
"You're not going home until you talk to me," he said, taking another step toward you.
"You can't keep me out here all night. There. I spoke to you."
"That isn't what I meant and you know it. You're pissed about everything, I get it, but don't act like I'm the bad guy here."
"You're not the good guy either," you snapped, pointing back at the bar. “What the hell was that in there? Asking to be my daddy?”
“You know how relieved Dave was that I didn’t beat the shit out of him over Beth? Or that I didn’t push him away as a friend? You know why I didn’t?” he asked, avoiding your question. “Because I’d be a fucking hypocrite.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’ve wanted you since I walked into your dorm room your freshman year.”
The air rushed out of your lungs. A man who is practically sex on legs wanted you. Someone off limits and you could never have.
“Beth never wanted a stepmom and the women I dated didn’t want a bratty daughter. I almost gave up on dating and then I saw you. You were right in front of me and I couldn’t have you because you were half my age and living with my daughter,” he explained.
You thought back over the years, searching for signs in the memories that he wanted you. The late, quiet nights together. His interests in your studies. How he used to joke with your dad that the reason you didn’t date much was because the boys weren’t good enough for you.
“Been almost five years and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried to be good. What’s stopping us now?”
“I. That’s not. We.” Why couldn’t you form a coherent sentence? “You’re a good man and a good looking man, but you’re Beth’s dad.”
Bucky’s bitter laugh chilled you more than the cool air.
“So, you’re going to pretend that you don’t want me? That you haven’t wanted me all these years and I’ve just imagined the looks and want between us?” he demanded, every bit the confident man you grew used to seeing. “Say you don’t want me and we’ll forget this whole thing.”
You couldn’t say that.
“Say I do want you,” you said carefully. “We just can’t.”
You backed up when he strode forward and wrapped his hand around your wrist. The touch was gentler than you expected as he turned and backed you against the wall, your bag unceremoniously falling to the ground. You were forced to look at him when he gripped your chin, pressing his body closer to yours. His eyes flickered between your gaze and trembling mouth and you wondered if he heard how fast your heart pounded.
Were his eyes always such a dark shade of blue or did you ignore the lust hidden beneath the surface?
"Why can’t we, hmm?" he asked, firmly keeping your head in place when you tried to avert your gaze. "Is it because you’re scared? You don’t have to be.”
You were scared as hell. Bucky is a man. Experienced.
"Aren't you tired of being good? I know I am."
You thought back to Beth’s previous words. How she had the balls to go after what she wanted and you needed to do the same. What better time to start than now?
You pressed your lips against his and it didn’t take him long for his tongue to slip in, tasting the whiskey as he devoured you. He moaned when your hands moved down his torso, allowing you to divulge in the thing you both denied yourselves. Some twisted part of you mourned what you could’ve had for months had you simply stopped being a good girl.
Were you truly good to begin with?
The line of his hard cock pressed against you as he rocked his hips and kissed down your neck. “This isn’t how I pictured it, but I can’t fucking wait.”
“How did you picture it?” you whimpered, rolling your hips back against his.
“I’d rather show you later,” he whispered, lightly biting down. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but enough that pain and pleasure lingered. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
He moved away enough to push your dress up around your hips, shocking you when he tore your panties off. Tucking the ruined fabric into his pants pocket, he slipped his hand back between your thighs. His fingers were cool against your slick folds and you shamelessly writhed, needing everything he was willing to give you.
“Did you touch yourself at night wishing I’d show up and fuck your pretty pussy until you cried for me? Hmm?” He said, kissing you again as you whined. The light scratch of his beard made you shiver as he nipped your bottom lip. “Tell me you want my cock.”
Your head spun at his demand. You weren’t a virgin, but the guys you had been with before weren’t big on dirty talk. Unless they talked about how amazing their cocks were.
They weren’t.
“I want your cock,” you whined against his lips, desperate for him.
You wanted him to fill you up until you were sore, aching, and forgot why you were so upset in the first place.
“I’ll give it to you,” he promised.
Your fingers twisted in his shirt when he slid his fingers into your wet slit. You couldn’t recall a time in your life you felt this hot and slick. And feeling one finger push inside, you were sure this was nothing more than an erotic, dirty dream.
“Fuck, you’re tight. And you’re gonna let me fuck you against this wall, aren’t you?” he asked as you nodded. “Dirty girl. My dirty girl now.”
His finger twisted as he added another and you nearly smacked your head against the wall, but his other hand came up to soften the blow. “Bucky,” you gasped.
“I don’t know if you really want my cock,” he teased, moving his long fingers deep. “Might need to hear it one more time.”
As if you weren’t practically riding the thick digits at this point and moaning in the dark alleyway, he really needed to hear you say it again? The squelching sound of your pussy wasn’t loud enough? But your body liked his teasing. Loved his demands.
“Please, I need your cock. Please, Bucky. Please.” you begged, almost sobbing when he took his fingers out.
“But you said we can't do this. Isn't that what you said?” he asked.
When you opened your mouth to answer, he pushed his wet fingers inside.
“Taste yourself and try to say you don't want me. I dare you,” he whispered, wiping some of the bittersweet juices on your tongue. His fingers slipped free as you gaped at him, watching as he licked the remainder with a groan. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”
The sound of him unbuckling his belt snapped you out of your stupor. “Bucky, I’m-”
“On the pill and clean. I know,” he cut you off as he took his cock out and stroked himself. “I need to fill you up, pretty girl. Need to make you mine, the way I should’ve a long time ago.”
You struggled to keep yourself upright as he guided himself between your legs, holding your hip steady when he pushed the head in. You weren’t nearly stretched enough to take him, but your greedy pussy didn’t care as he slipped in inch by inch. You moaned as he kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You had never felt so full and likely never would again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as your walls pulsed around him.
In the dark place in the back of your mind you kept locked away, you wondered how he looked and sounded when he was pleased. If he gasped when he came or if his eyes rolled back. You were going to find out though, weren’t you?
You cried out when he thrust, one hand moving up to grip his hair. The quick, hard motions felt as desperate as you did inside. You didn’t care if it was fast or dirty. You were tired of being clean. This wasn’t tender or making love. It wasn’t soft touches and kisses to your breasts or slowly building you up.
It was Bucky Barnes fucking you against an alley wall.
“Fuck, are you always this wet or is it just for me?” he asked in awe, pulling one of your legs around his hip to shove his cock in deeper. “Do I have to chase anyone else off?”
You didn’t hear the words as you cried out. It felt so good to be taken like this. The rage, hurt, confusion, all of it molded into ecstasy. You never wanted it to end.
A light smack to your thigh pulled you back to the present.
“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.” The gravel in his voice grew with each punctuated thrust.
“I’m yours,” you moaned, helpless to the onslaught and uncaring of the implication in the moment.
Your response encouraged him to move faster, kissing you deeply with a groan. His thrusts became almost punishing, like he had to feel you let go so he could come. It wouldn’t take much more with your orgasm building the way it was. You’d be surprised if his cock wasn’t coated in your wetness once you came.
“I-I’m gonna…” you trailed off.
“I know, pretty girl,” he grunted, gripping your chin again. “Be good and come for Daddy.”
Your body seized up before you exploded with pleasure. You struggled to hold yourself up as you trembled with bliss, your vision going white from the intensity. It was so much at once and you thought you might sob from how good it felt.
“Good girl. My good fucking girl,” he encouraged as he fucked you through it, the obscene sounds drowning out your whimpers. He tipped over the edge after a few more thrusts, coating your wet walls. “Fuck, take it.”
He managed to hold you up as he finished, panting as his head fell back. Your grip on his jacket loosened as the reality of the situation sank in, like a bucket of cold water being washed over you. Why did pleasure have to be short lived?
You fucked Bucky. You let Bucky fuck you. How could you cross that line? Just because Beth and your dad had done so, why did you think you could?
God, what were you going to tell them? That you were the biggest hypocrite alive? That you were no better than they were?
What goes around, comes around.
“Hey,” he whispered when he lifted his head, both of you still breathing heavily. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
“It’s not okay,” you whispered as he pulled out of you, your mixed release dripping down your thighs. You covered your face as he fixed your dress and himself. “Oh, my god.”
You flinched and dropped your hands when he pulled you away from the wall. His expression was unreadable as he shrugged his jacket off and slipped it over your shoulders. “It’s okay,” he said again.
“W-We can’t do that again,” you whispered as he bent down to retrieve your bag.
"Why not?" he asked, picking up some of the contents that fell out before he stood up.
"Because we can't," you said with no strength behind your words.
“We’re doing this again. You can’t avoid me or this,” he said, pointing between the two of you.
“Your daughter is marrying my dad. This whole thing is fucked up and-”
“And I said I'm tired of being good. I’m fucking tired of denying myself the chance to be happy,” he said firmly as he got in your face. “So are you. I know it."
You pulled the jacket tighter around you, not backing away as he stared at you. Did you shake from the sudden cold, your orgasm, or from the thought that he wasn’t about to let you go?
His gaze softened before he kissed your forehead. “Let’s get a cab and I’ll take you home. We can talk about it once you’ve rested.”
You let him take your hand, your feet moving on their own accord to follow him to the end of the alley. “I can get home on my own.”
You needed to be alone so you could figure out what to do about everything.
“You said you’re mine, didn’t you?” he said, smiling when you stopped. “And what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”
Would love to explore more of this new pairing. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! 💙
Summary: Andy's home is wherever you are. Andy Barber x Black Reader, BiBi Barber, Katrina Barber
Warnings: Fluff, Cuteness, Mentions of Dinosaurs, Mentions of Pregnancy, Light Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: I finally managed to finish a new story! This one is dedicated to my friend @thatsrttt. Part of my Growing Pains Series. FYI, I'm gonna make some tweaks to KitCat story arch to show more of Reader's pregnancy. So, please bear with me! All mistakes are courtesy of my poor proofreading abilities. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome. I dig feedback!
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Andy lets out a sigh of relief when he hears the door shut behind him with a soft click.
Home.
After four long, sleepless nights, he was finally home. If he was honest, being without his girls for that long had been akin to torture.
While his colleagues had thought he was nuts for being so concerned about you and the babies, he hadn't cared. They couldn't possibly begin to understand just how much he needed you with him.
All they saw was Andrew Barber, the District Attorney for the city of Boston. But what they didn’t know was that, once you got past the damn title, he was just a man who desperately missed sleeping next to his wife.
He needed to hold you in his arms and listen to your soft, breathy sighs. He wanted to relax with you as you sweetly stroked your fingers across his chest, deftly tracing the patterns of his many tattoos.
But duty called. Sometimes being in a position of power and influence meant that you had to do things you really didn’t want to do - like leave his girls behind on a business trip.
And being hundreds of miles away also meant that he’d had to go without seeing his precious Bianca Bibbity. God, how he missed tucking his little girl in bed for the night. Somehow, reading her Goodnight Moon over FaceTime just wasn't the same. Especially when she would crinkle her little nose and offer up her chubby cheek for a super special “night-night kissy” when it was finally time for her to go to sleep.
Just two nights ago, his BiBi had cried, her adorable hazel eyes welling up with tears when she’d tried (and failed) to kiss him through the phone.
It damn near broke his heart. He’d been this close to booking a flight back to Boston, but you’d stopped him. You, ever the voice of reason, had lovingly reminded him that you all only had to get through one more day.
Just one more lousy good-for-nothing day.
And, like the hopelessly doting husband and father he was, he’d clung to that. Just one more day and then he could come home - to his house, his family, and his bed.
Andy scrubs a tired hand across his face as he carefully toes off his shoes. He’d leave his luggage downstairs for now so that he wouldn’t risk waking anyone - especially BiBi. And then he eagerly makes his way up the stairs.
He was a man on a mission. And despite the late hour, he was anxious to see his girls.
Once Andy reaches the top, he makes a quiet beeline for his baby’s room. Pushing on the partially opened door, he’s momentarily surprised to find her little bed empty. And then it dawns on him that she had to be with you.
Spinning around, he now heads straight for your shared bedroom. Seconds later, a soft smile spreads across his features when he finally lays eyes on you.
All three of you.
There you were, safe and sound - happily nestled together amidst a sea of tangled sheets and blankets.
Just like he knew you would be.
You, curled on your side, with your arms wrapped loosely around their daughter. BiBi with her bonnet-covered curls laying tucked against your chest. And Katrina, his little Sweet Pea, resting comfortably in the security of her Mama’s womb.
Andy closes his eyes as a much-needed wave of peace washes over him. In a few hours, he’d take you all out for breakfast, then for ice cream, to the bookstore, and wherever the hell else you wanted to go. Or, you all could simply stay inside all day and watch movies together in the den for hours on end.
He didn't much care, so long as you all were together.
Leaning over his side of the bed, he gingerly plucks a sleeping Bianca from your arms. Holding her close, he presses a kiss to the top of her hair, before readjusting her little pink bonnet. He smiles once more when her sleepy eyes slowly flutter open.
“Daddy!” She whisper yells, waking you up. “Hi, Daddy!”
“Hi, my Bianca Boo.” He plants a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. “I missed you.”
“Miss you too.” She tells him as she snuggles deeper into him, her tiny voice coming out muffled. "Lots."
“Hi, Andy Bear.” You murmur as you sit up in bed, excited to see your man after these last few days apart. “I missed you.” Your hand goes to rest on the rounded swell of your belly. “We all did.”
Your man nods, his big hand rubbing circles across your daughter’s back. “No more business trips.” He mumbles as he takes to rocking Bianca back and forth in his arms.
“No mo’ bimus twips.” She agrees as sleep begins to overtake her once more. “Wuvs you.”
“I love you too. I’ll be right back, Y/N.” Andy tells you as he gently totes your now sleeping toddler out of the room and down the hall to her own bed. Stretching your arms overhead, you lay back against the sheets and wait for him to return.
You really had missed your Andy Bear. He wasn’t the only one who struggled with sleeping apart. You were entirely too dependent on the man with whom you shared your bed. And you truly did not give a fuck.
It’s not long before he comes striding back into your bedroom. You watch through lidded eyes as he slowly shuts the door behind him before resting his big body against the cool surface.
“Hi, baby girl.” He purrs softly, drinking in every inch of your sexily rumpled form.
“Hi, Daddy.” Not wanting to be without him for even a second longer, you reach out your hand, wiggling your fingers as an invitation. “I’m so happy you’re back. Now, c'mere.”
“You have no idea just how much I’ve missed you, little love.” He responds, his gravelly voice caught somewhere between a purr and a growl. You watch as he begins closing the distance between you, his gorgeous blue eyes shining in the moonlight as he goes to remove his navy blue polo shirt. Once it’s gone, he finally comes to rest beside you on the bed.
You let out a tiny giggle as Andy all but drags you against his muscled chest, his thick arms coming to wrap themselves around your swollen middle. He then goes to remove your scarf, burying his face in your curls and inhaling your scent
He could never seem to get over how sweet you always smelled.
Deciding you needed more, you gently tip your head back. Taking the hint, your Big Man leans in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. A groan escapes him as you cup his face in your small hands, your thumbs affectionately stroking over the scruff of his neatly-trimmed beard.
The two of you lay there like that for a while, your limbs intertwined as your tongues dance together, dueling lazily. Even after all this time, you still somehow managed to get lost in one another…
Almost as if you’d only just met.
Eventually, your mutual need for air forces you to pull away.
“Welcome home, Big Man.” You murmur as you work to throw one short, lightly toned leg across his hips. “I can’t wait to hear all about your tip to D.C.” Feeling a little drunk on love, one of your hands sinks its way into his tawny locks, your fingers tenderly scratching at his scalp just the way he likes.
“And I can’t wait to hear all about what I missed back home. Apparently BiBi has - what did she say?” He squeezes one eye shut as he racks his brain for her exact phrasing. “Oh yeah. She told me before I put her down that she’s 'gots dinosaur feets'. Whatever that means.”
You chuckle while clumsily trying to draw the blankets up around you both, which proves to be rather difficult since your husband is sitting on top of them.
“She grew.” You tell him with a lighthearted shrug. “She sprouted up a couple of inches when we weren't looking, plus her feet grew just a teensy bit too. So, we went out and got more shoes. And now she’s been stomping around smashing legos and claiming she’s got dinosaur feet.”
“But why –?” Andy begins, clearly both amused and confused by his little one’s newest antics.
“Just go with it.” You lovingly boop his nose. “Oh, and she roars too. Birds find it very intimidating."
Which was good. Because those winged beasts scared you to no end.
“Wow.” He mumbles as he lightly tugs on a strand of your hair. “You know, come to think of it, I think all my girls grew.” Your husband angles himself so that he can rest a hand on your stomach.
“Daddy’s back, Sweet Pea.” You can literally feel your heart swell as he gently cradles your belly as he talks to your unborn baby. “I can’t wait to hear all about your little adventures too. I bet you’ve got lots to tell me.”
Not even a moment later, you quickly grab his hand and reposition it so that he can feel her moving.
“Someone’s awake.” You grin up at him, happy beyond words that your little family was back together again under one roof.
“I see that.” His face sports a matching grin, which only gets bigger when he feels your baby kick yet again. “Daddy’s sorry, love bug. Go on back to sleep, okay? We’ll talk more in the morning.”
What’s funny is that BiBi had been like this in utero too. She had almost always responded to the sound of Andy’s voice, just like her little sister was doing now.
Overcome with adoration for your man, you bring his hand to your mouth to brush a kiss over his knuckles
“You tired, baby girl?” He asks you, the rough timbre of his voice sending tingles coursing through your body. “Need me to let you rest?”
“No.” You whisper with a shake of your head, softly grinding your core against his thigh. “I need something…more…”
“Mmm.” He groans as he skillfully switches positions so that you’re both resting on your sides. “You need me, huh?”
“Uh huh.” You nod as one of your hands slowly disappears beneath the fabric of your Minnie Mouse sleep shorts. His eyes never leave yours as you dip your eager fingers between your soaked folds before holding them up between you. “See?”
Growling low and deep in his throat, Andy greedily sucks the glistening digits into his mouth.
God, how he loved your taste. You were easily his favorite fucking meal.
“Make love to me, Daddy.” You lovingly purr up at him when he finally releases your fingers with a soft pop. “I missed you too much to wait any longer.” You bat your lashes up at him, before turning over on your back and spreading your thighs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your bare pussy.
“Is this my welcome home gift, sweet girl?” His voice gruff as he makes quick work of relieving you of your shorts. “Your letting me use your beautiful little body the way I need?”
“Hell yes.” You growl as you drag him down for yet another bone melting kiss. “Now hurry up and get moving. I’ve missed having you inside me.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes when you issue the playful command. Especially after you also slap his ass for good measure.
“Who’s in charge here?” Your Big Man grunts as he hurriedly removes his pants before tossing them in the direction of the hamper.
He misses. Of course.
“Me.” You respond, feeling ever so bold as your fingers once against find their way between your thighs to toy with your aching clit. You tease the swollen nub, enjoying the way your husband’s eyes darken with each passing second.
“Wrong.” Andy hisses before gripping your hips and tugging you towards him as he works to get comfortable on the bed. “This little pussy is all mine, sweetness.”
“Then prove it.” You whimper out as his bearded jaw nuzzles your most intimate flesh. "Might need you to jog my memory."
Yeah, you were playing a dangerous game, but you were beyond caring.
“Gladly.” He snarls softly as he lowers himself in top of you. "Here comes your reminder."
THIS video is so dd/lg vibe makes me think of Ari and his stepdaughter (?). Cute girl doesn't know anything trying to film herself on his bed (probably under some bad influence lmao, maybe a shitty boyfriend or stuff like that). Ari comes home and so pissed that she's filming herself and thinking of sending the video to someone else (!) So he punishes her real bad =D
Poor thing stays in bed for a week as Ari claimed her over and over again <3
Oh my gosh 🫣🫣🫣 this is SO stepdaddy!Ari. Also, someone’s sent this video before, but only a clip of it where he takes her panties off in such a DADDY way PLS😩🤧 this entire thing is so daddy… I can imagine bratty reader feeling daring one night so she’s sexting and making videos for her boy-toy in her parents’ bed, thinking they’re not home. And then stepdaddy!Ari walks in and catches her…
Ari’s booming voice makes you yelp, your phone slipping from your hand as you scramble to tug your shirt down over your exposed breasts. Fuck. He was supposed to be at work—what was he doing here?
And why is he staring at your bare legs and your flowery white panties that have an embarrassing wet stain on them?
“Get out!” You hiss, trying to tug the duvet cover on top of your exposed body but failing miserably.
“That’s cute, honey. Trying to kick me out of my own bedroom.” Ari snorts, easily snatching your phone up and scrolling through it. Immediately, the amused expression on his face is replaced by a stoic one, “What the fuck is this?”
You sit up, “That’s none of your business,” you sneer, trying to grab your phone back but he easily holds it out of reach, “Hey! Give it back! I’m not your daughter, Ari! You can’t withhold my own shit from me and I don’t have to answer to you! Now give it ba—”
“You’re right,” Ari interrupts, licking his lips as he continues to stare at the lewd videos you took of yourself on your phone, “you’re not my daughter. You’re my baby, and I can’t believe you’d degrade yourself enough to do shit like this. I taught you better than that, baby.”
You blanch, but your core tingles at the pet-name. You hate how your stepfather’s always calling you “honey” or “baby”. It’s creepy, as is the way he’s staring at you right now as you sit on his bed that he shares with his wife, scantily clad and wetter than ever.
“Now clearly, you missed your daddy. Which is why you’re lying here on my side of the bed, wearing next to nothing with your little princess cream dripping down onto my sheets.”
Your jaw drops open in shock, but even more so when he grabs your calf and pulls you over to him. He sits down on the edge of the bed, manhandling you till you’re draped over his lap, squirming as you try to break free.
“Let me go, you creep! I promise I won’t come in here again! Just, please!”
It’s no use, Ari is too big and too strong. It only takes him one hand to tug your panties off. And you feel like a chastised child — and he wants you to feel that way. He’s insane and obsessed with babying you… but this is taking it to the next level. You’re practically naked in his lap.
“You’ll get ten spanks for being a naughty baby and filming big girl videos in mommy and daddy’s bed.” Ari says, his warm hand stroking your bare ass. “And while you’re being hit, maybe think about being a good girl from now on and losing the attitude. Or I could always tell your mommy how you touched yourself on daddy’s side of the bed while you thought about me.”
“Wasn’t thinking about you!” You lie.
He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, instead laying hard smacks across your ass, making the sensitive skin sizzle while you cry and jerk around in his arms. And his fucking jeans feel so good against your bare pussy, and you want to hump against him so bad.
“This is the only way babies like you will learn.” Ari says strictly, continuing to smack you and now he’s being rougher and harder, till you feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you drop your head in shame.
“Please! It hurts!” You cry.
“My little baby,” Ari coos, leaning down to press a kiss against your sizzling skin before spanking you again. “Don’t worry, we can cuddle together in daddy’s big bed once your punishment’s over. I’ll kiss it all better for you, honey. You’re my baby after all, and your mommy never has to find out…”
you’ll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain
pairing: avenger!steve rogers x SHIELD agent!reader
summary: steve rogers is named people's sexiest man alive and his fellow avengers—along with their SHIELD support team—won't let him live it down, but when you make a smartass joke in front of your new colleagues, you catch the eye of captain america himself. turns out he *really* likes it when you call him captain.
warnings: 18+ content, smut, piv sex, dirty talk, captain kink, dumbification (steve calls reader a dummy along with other pet names—mostly sweetheart)
word count: ~8k
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“I would just like to remind everyone,” Tony Stark began, holding court at the head of the table in the kitchen of Avengers Tower, where Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and members of their SHIELD support team were gathered for dinner. Everyone around the table stopped talking and waited for Tony to go on. He drew out the pause for dramatic effect before finally continuing. “That I was named People’s Sexiest Man Alive long before Rogers was even pulled from the ice.”
“Yeah, but only because Captain Rogers was still in the ice.” The muttered comment was out of your mouth before you could think better of it. You hadn’t been speaking to anyone in particular and, truthfully, you’d expected no one to hear you with how loud and rowdy dinner at Avengers Tower was in your short experience with it. But no one else had responded to Tony’s statement, and your comment tumbled out into the rare quiet moment of the assembled group.
Heat flooded your face instantly when the silence dragged on and you looked up from your meal to see everyone—from your supervisor Maria Hill and Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, to Tony Stark and the rest of your SHIELD team—staring at you. The urge to look down at yourself was strong, like your first instinct was that somehow they were staring at you because you’d gotten food on your post-workout t-shirt and joggers, but you knew better.
Summary: An unsettling incident at your apartment forces you to rethink your current living situation. Takes place after the events in The Laundromat. Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Protective Andy, Scared Reader, Home Invasion, Theft, Smut, Cursing, Smarmy Landlord, Physical Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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Stay or leave.
To be honest, you already knew which one you wanted to choose. You warily eye the baseball bat taking up space by your side on the bed. If you decided to stay at your apartment tonight, you at least had a weapon. You could post up in the hallway and keep watch. Listen out for any unusual noises, any out of place bumps or bangs...
Or the sound of someone trying to bust through the deadbolt on your door.
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Tonight, you’d come home to find the door to your apartment open – just slightly ajar. The sight had stopped you dead in your tracks. You were positive that you had shut and locked it behind you this morning. In fact, you knew you had. Because you were the type to always double-check that shit.
Momentarily stunned, the dead cell phone you were holding had slipped from your hand and clattered to the floor. That small sound seemed to echo throughout the hallway, startling you into action. Picking it up, you had slowly backed away from the entrance, your eyes never leaving the scene in front of you.
Not even for a second.
When you’d finally reached the bottom of the steps, you had stepped outside of your two-family home before proceeding to bang on your retired downstairs neighbor’s door. Thankfully, Mr. Stranton had been home, along with his brother and nephew. After quickly explaining the situation, the three men had ushered you inside the residence before taking your keys and venturing back up to your apartment wielding a gun, a crowbar, and a butcher knife.
You’d waited nervously as the minutes ticked by, kicking yourself for not having had sense enough to charge your phone before you’d left work for the day. That way you could’ve at least called your boyfriend or something.
He would’ve been to you in record time.
Moments later, although it seemed like much longer than that, your neighbor and his family had returned unharmed. They’d assured you that they had searched every room in your place and found pretty nothing.
Except for two things.
One: a broken picture frame containing a sweet photo of you and Andy at some random event a few months back. It was laying smashed on the floor, almost as if it had simply...fallen off the shelf.
And two: when checking your bedroom, they’d found your underwear drawer wide open. And that it appeared that the contents had been rifled through. What they were looking for, you couldn’t be sure.
Unsure of what to make of things and concerned for your well-being, the men had asked if you wanted to call the police. You’d said no. And then they’d asked if you had somewhere else you could stay that night, just to be safe. Of course, you’d assured them that you did. And, should the need arise, you’d be heading over there tonight.
With nothing left to do beyond that, they’d kindly escorted you up to your floor. But not before writing down their phone numbers – just in case. You’d thanked them before letting yourself in and locking the door behind you. And then you’d gone to secure the chain.
Only for that piece of shit to break off in your fucking hand.
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That brought you back to your current dilemma. Stay or leave.
With a sigh, you lean over to check your phone which is currently charging on the nightstand before flopping back on the bed. As soon as you were able, you’d plugged the damn thing in and waited for it to power back on. And then you’d made two calls.
The first being to 911. While you’d been hesitant to claim it was an emergency, after explaining the situation they had dispatched an officer out to your location. And then you’d called Rodney Perkins, your landlord. While the man still gave you the heebie-jeebies, you figured that he would want to be informed of the situation. You had also hoped that he would be willing to come over and fix the chain lock. If not right this minute, then first thing tomorrow morning.
You’d been wrong on both counts.
“That’s a real shame, sweetheart.” He’d said. “It’s why I tell all my female tenants to make sure they lock their doors, you never know who could be out there prowling around. Especially when it happens to be a young thing like you over there living all alone. Makes you easy pickins.”
You’d tried so hard to resist the urge to screech into your phone. As soon as your lease was up you were fucking gone!
“Rodney, I’m telling you I did! I locked it before I left and –”
“You couldn’t have. You just said that the door was open when you came home, honey. Maybe you just didn’t shut it properly. No one can get through my locks. And the only person with a spare key is me.”
Duly noted.
“Fine.” You’d said. “When can you come by to fix my chain? I’d feel better – safer – if I had a timeframe.”
“I’m afraid it’s gonna take me a while.”
“What’s a while, Rodney?” You’d struggled to blink back tears. “I’m not sure how comfortable I feel sleeping here without it.”
“Well, I’m currently in the middle of fixing up two new properties. And the construction is taking up a lot of my time. So, we’re looking at a few days at least. Maybe a week.”
Fucking ridiculous!
“That’s not going to work for me. A broken lock is an emergency maintenance issue and should be treated as such.”
“Look, Y/N, if you’re really that concerned for your safety, why don’t you go stay with your hotshot boyfriend, Archie, or whatever the hell his name is? Maybe get him to pay someone to fix the damned thing since he claims to know so much.”
You’d been shocked to say the least. And not just by his words, but also by the amount of venom in his tone.
“I pay you rent every month, Rodney. I’m your tenant and you’re my landlord. And as your tenant, I am telling you that my lock needs fixed immediately.”
“Is that so?” He’d sniped. “Well, then, you won’t mind paying a $200 convenience fee.”
“Wh-what? A convenience fee?” You’d hissed. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, dude!”
“If you want it done, then you’ll pay. If not, then I’ll get to it when I get to it.”
“No.” You’d growled, your hand gripping the phone so hard you thought it might crack. “I’ve been a good tenant for the last two years. I’ve always paid on time, never been a bother –”
“Sweetheart, if you don’t have the cash then call up your rich pretty boy. Give me a ring when you have it.” And then the line had gone dead. Fucking bastard.
You grab a pillow and bury your face in it before letting out a frustrated scream. You’re actually in the middle of your third scream when you hear your phone buzz. Shit.
Leaning over to look at the screen, you see that it’s Andy calling. Again. During all of the chaos you’d missed his call. You sit there contemplating your next move while you let it go to voicemail.
And then you make a decision. There was no way you were staying at your place tonight. Something about this whole thing wasn’t sitting right in your belly. You wanted – no, needed – to be somewhere safe tonight so that you could begin planning your next move.
So, you shoot your man a simple text.
You: I’m coming over.
Andy Bear: Ok. What’s wrong?
You: I need a glass of Pinot. See you in 30.
Andy Bear: ???
You tuck the phone back in your pocket and then you’re on the move. Having felt exhausted only moments ago, you're now hustling around the room tossing items in your bag. Yeah, you had clothes at his place but you needed to bring more. Just in case. Not to mention the fact that he loved whenever you left your things behind. He’d been all too happy to clear out a set of drawers for you a few months ago.
You hadn't even had to ask. He'd just done it.
Satisfied that you had pretty much everything you could think of, you grab your charger and your keys before heading towards your front door. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you rise on your toes to look out the peephole. And then you crack open the door to take a slow look around. Feeling the hairs rise on the back of your neck, you bolt out your apartment before locking the door and racing down the stairs.
You make it to your car, which is parked just a ways down the street, in record time. Throwing your stuff in the passenger seat, you slide inside and put it in drive. You pull off into the night, glancing at your apartment as it slowly fades in the rearview mirror.
Peace of mind was just a few miles away.
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“Alright.” You huff out a tired sigh when you finally pull up in front of Andy’s brownstone. Feeling grateful, you see that he’s left on the front porch light in anticipation of your arrival. You take a moment to gather your things before exiting your vehicle and jogging the distance to his front door. You barely have time to get your key in the lock before the barrier is wrenched open to reveal a freshly showered, and very concerned, Andrew Barber.
“Hey.” You whisper as you reach out to wrap your small arms around his bigger, bulkier frame. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
“Of course. What’s going on, Y/N?” Andy smooths his palms over your back, drawing you even closer.
“I need a drink.” Another withering breath escapes you as you gently pull away. Leaving your bag by the door, you go about making your way to the kitchen with your man hot on your heels. Spying a previously opened bottle of wine sitting on the counter, you remove the cork and pour yourself a generous glass. And then you down it in one long gulp.
“Sorry.” You mutter over a tiny burp as you go to pour yourself another. Or, at least you would’ve, but both the bottle and the glass are plucked out of your grasp before you can. “Hey – !”
“Okay, you’ve had your drink.” Andy picks you up by the waist and sits you on the counter. Placing his arms on either side of your body, he effectively cages you in. “Now talk, please. I’m worried.”
“I, um…” That’s when it hits you that your boyfriend knows nothing about your nearly five-hour ordeal, and you weren’t quite sure how this was about to go. “I want to sleep here tonight, if that’s okay. I mean, I know it’s okay, but…can I please have some more wine?”
You could feel the shaking about to start.
“Sure. When we’re through talking.” His concerned eyes search your face as he waits for you to speak. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby girl.”
“I don’t want to stay at my place.” Your hands go to rest on his biceps, giving them a light squeeze. “At least not for the next few nights.”
“You know you’re always welcome here. You know that. In fact, I wish you'd quit playing and just fucking move in already." He smiles then, showcasing just a hint of a dimple on his right cheek. "But what’s happened now? What else is broken in that little spot you love so much?” Andy’s brief attempt at levity has you nervously chewing on your lower lip.
“My apartment.”
“I’m sorry. Say what, now?” He growls, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“When I got home tonight, my front door was open and I –”
“The fuck?! When the hell was this? Did you go inside? Please tell me that you didn’t fucking go inside!” Your man’s rapid fire questions are enough to make you dizzy.
“Of course I didn’t! At least not at first. My downstairs neighbor came up and checked everything for me –”
“The fucking schoolteacher?”
“Yes, Andy Bear. He and his brother and nephew went up and checked everything for me while I waited behind. The only thing they really found was a broken picture frame with a photo of you and I.” You shrug, taking in a steadying breath.
Andy waits a beat, his muscles tensing as he works to process the information. “Y/N, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Um…” Your man is quick to notice the hesitancy in your tone, and he doesn’t like it. Gripping your chin, he forces you to look him in the eyes.
“What else was missing?” He asks, his gruff voice dripping with authority.
“My panties.” You rasp, your throat suddenly burning as hot tears fill your eyes. “Who–whoever broke-in stole a couple pairs of my panties. Mostly the clean ones, but also a few dirty.” His eyes darken as feelings of rage threaten to consume him.
“Y/N, did he – could you tell if any of them had been used?” His other hand goes to the top of your head, brushing the curls away from your face.
“Used?” You blink up at him, unsure of what he means. “How would I know?” A lone tear falls, which your man swiftly dashes away.
“I’m talking about fluids, sweet girl.” Andy briefly closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours before pressing a calming kiss to the bridge of your nose. “Did he leave a mess anywhere? Or stains, maybe?”
You shake your head as understanding finally dawns. “Not that I could tell, no.”
“Okay, okay.” He hisses through his teeth as he begins formulating a plan. “We need to file a police report and we need to do it tonight.”
“I already did that. And then I called Rodney –”
“Who?”
“My landlord. I spoke with that asshole before I texted you.” Wanting to get the conversation over with, you make the decision to spill your guts about the entire call with that awful man. You leave nothing out, even though you know it's enough to send him over the edge.
When you’re through, Andy’s jaw is clenched so tight that you’re afraid he might break a tooth. He’s even more upset than you are. And try as you might, there isn’t really much you can do to calm his strained nerves.
Needing to put something on your stomach, you go about reheating some of your man’s leftover Thai food and call it a day. While you’re eating, Andy also makes it clear that he doesn’t want you going back to your apartment without him for any reason.
“Not happening, Y/N.” He growls when you delicately broach the topic of maybe returning in a few days. “Try it and I’ll tie you to the fucking bed.” Deciding to leave it alone for now, you just shovel another bite of Pad See Ew into your hungry mouth.
After all, your Big Man never bluffed.
The two of you would be going back, with the understanding that you would only be there long enough to snag a copy of your leasing agreement, along with a suitcase filled with extra clothes. Sure you could stay with your man for now, but you still needed a place to live. Didn't you?
When you’re through eating, you try to help Andy with the dishes, only for him to send you off to bed.
He literally pats you on the ass and shoos you up the stairs.
“Go get comfortable, baby. I’ll be up soon.” He mutters before turning back to loading the dishwasher. You linger there for a moment, absently twirling your thumbs, before spinning on your heel and heading towards the steps.
Deciding you’re too wiped to shower, you rummage through your boyfriend’s bureau for one of his old cotton t-shirts. You make quick work of shimmying out of your clothes before brushing your teeth and crawling into bed.
Not wanting to chance falling asleep without him, you decide to sit there and wait. Drawing your knees up to your chest you play tonight’s events over and over again in your mind. Something about the whole incident just didn’t sit right. You just needed a moment to figure out what it was.
When Andy finally joins you in bed, he barely has enough time to get comfortable before you’re burrowing into his side. After everything you’d been through you were feeling more than a little needy. And you were grateful that the man you loved understood just how much you wanted to be held.
“I love you, Andrew.” You whisper as you begin to drift off.
“Love you more, Y/N. Get some rest and we’ll figure things out in the morning.” He murmurs as he cradles your head to his chest and strokes his fingers through your thick curls.
His words barely register as the world fades into unconsciousness.
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You come-to a few hours later with the feeling that something is wrong. Turning over, you find Andy awake and sitting at the far edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands.
“Andy.” You whisper into the dimly lit room. “Andy..?” You try again when he doesn’t answer the first time. “Are you okay?” The blankets pool around your waist as you crawl over to his hunched form. “Baby, what is it?” Your hand goes to gently rest on his shoulder.
“Move in with me.” He rasps, his deep voice coming out slightly muffled.
“What?”
“Move. In. With. Me.” Your boyfriend looks at you then, his beautiful blue eyes wet with emotion.
“Oh, honey.” You come up on your knees so that you can wrap your arms around him. “I’m – everything’s okay.”
“No.” Andy growls, his body tensing in your hold. “No more jokes, no more games, no more fucking arguing. After we go and get your things in a few days, that’s it. I want you to promise that you’ll be here from now on.”
You stare back at him, momentarily speechless.
“I still have my lease to worry about.” You remind him, wishing you knew just how long he’d been up and stressing alone in the dark. “Maybe in a couple of months we can –” Just then he surprises you by turning in your arms and breaking your hold. His big hands going to grip your shoulders.
“Fuck your lease!” His eyes go wild as he gives you a light shake. “Whoever broke into your place tonight was into some fucked up shit. There is so much that could’ve gone wrong with all of this, so much that could’ve gone sideways so goddamned fast. And you would’ve been alone for all of it!”
“Andy, I’m gonna need you to calm down a little, okay? Because there’s literally no reasoning with you when you get like this.” Your hands come to rest themselves on his thick biceps.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be reasoned with. Maybe I just want you to tell me that you’ll be coming home to me from here on out.” You work to control your breathing as your heart slowly threatens to beat its way out of your chest. “You promise me that right fucking now, Y/N, and I will calm down.”
“I – I don’t know. What if it’s too soon? What if we’re making a mistake?” But your man remains undeterred, even as he watches you pull away. Instead of letting the matter drop, Andy follows you, his big body chasing your own across the bed.
“The only mistake I’ve made is forcing myself to sleep without you night after night.” He pins you under him, forcing you to take his delicious weight. “Say you’ll move in with me, baby. You know you want to.” He rasps as his lips begin raining hot, wet kisses along your collarbone. “Say yes.”
A low whimper escapes you as more fevered kisses dance their way up and along your jaw at the same time as your man’s hands go to slip beneath the thin material of your shirt. He cups your soft, full breasts, his slightly roughened palms tenderly molding and caressing your delicate flesh.
“Say yes, baby girl. To me. To us.”
“It’s just – oooh – it’s such a big step, Andy Bear. And I…” Words fail you as your boyfriend begins grinding his hips against your increasingly wet core. “I…”
“Want you in my bed every night.” He growls against your mouth, his skilled tongue trailing its way across the seam of your plush lips. “Want to wake up to you every morning.” He keeps thrusting, his pace quickening as his desire for you grows even more frenzied.
“Yes, yes, yes –” You hiss as the broad head of cock makes contact with your swollen clit through the fabric of your cotton panties. “Oh-okay!”
“Give me the fucking words, Y/N.” Andy purrs as one of his hands removes itself from your shirt to cup your face, applying just enough pressure to get your attention. “I wanna hear you say it so I can make love to you tonight in our bed for the first fucking time.” He begins peppering your face and neck with kisses as he struggles to hold onto the last vestiges of his control.
“I’ll move in with you.”
“Again.” He grunts,his other hand jerking your panties to the side as he lines up his throbbing member with your eager pussy.
“I-I’ll move in with yoo-oou!” You cry as he thrusts home inside you, reveling in the burn as your velvety walls stretch to accommodate his size. “Oh, god!”
“Thank you, baby.” Your boyfriend pants as he finds his rhythm, his Boston accent growing thicker with every ardent surge of his hips. “Swear to god I’m so fuckin’ happy right now.”
You know you should put up a little more of a fight. But, truth be told, you simply don’t have it in you. Because at the end of the day, your heart belonged to this man. The man who wanted to claim all of your days as his. The man who wanted to own each and every one of your nights. So why fight when you could lay back and let your man love you in all the ways he knew you needed to be loved?
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Three days later…
You and Andy are sitting in the living room of your apartment reviewing your lease. According to your legal expert and lover, you were well within your rights to file for early termination of your agreement due to gross negligence.
Per your man’s advice, your first step was going to involve speaking with Rodney directly. If that didn’t work, then you’d probably move forward with having to take him to court. But he was also going to drop a copy by a friend’s office to have them take a look.
Just in case.
In the interim, the two of you had packed a few things - clothes, mostly. But also a few pictures and knickknacks that you just could not do without. After slipping your lease back into a folder with a few other important documents, you begin mulling over lunch options. Only to pause when you hear the sound of a key being inserted into a lock.
Your lock.
Rising to your feet, Andy is quick to move so that he’s between you and whoever is apparently at your door.
Who the fuck else had a working key to your place?
You hold your breath as the seconds continue to tick by. And then, you watch in what seems like slow motion as the door opens to reveal none other than your landlord.
‘Rodney?” You breathe, startling him.
“Y/N! Uh, hi there.” The older man coughs as his hand flies to his chest. “I’m, uh, here to fix that chain. Just like I said I would.”
“Uh huh.” You reply, not bothering to hide the suspicion in your tone. “What happened to knocking?”
“Figured you wouldn’t be home and I could just, uh, fix that thing and be out of your hair.” Your landlord coughs again, his mottled face and neck turning an even deeper shade of red.
“So you just let yourself in?” You try to move around your boyfriend’s big body, but he keeps blocking your path. “I mean, what the hell?”
“Look, sweetheart, this is my property which means I can –”
“Rodney,” Andy interrupts, his voice eerily calm. “Where are your tools?”
“What?” You and he both ask at the same time.
“Mr. Perkins, you just said that you were here to fix Y/N’s door. But you also seem to have left your toolbox at home.” This time there’s no mistaking the quiet ice in his tone.
Oh god. Your eyes go wide as everything begins to click into place.
“I…I must have left ‘em in the truck or something.” The older, slightly greasy looking man responds nervously as he shifts from foot to foot. “I’ll go, uh, check on that.”
“Rodney, how come you never called to ask me what the police found?” You poke your man in the back, silently willing him to step aside so that you can face down your landlord.
“Figured it couldn’t have been much of anything.” He shrugs as he starts to back out of the door. “Ain’t much cops can do about a few missing panties. Anyway, you’ll, uh, actually have to excuse me. Gotta meet a plumber over at one of my houses on 95th. It was good seeing you, Archie.”
“Right.” You grunt, trying to tamp down the bile rising in your throat. “Except I never told you about that.”
“Sure you did. You said –”
“No!” You cut him off with an angry wave of your hand. “I never said a damned thing about what the fuck was missing from my apartment." You were about two seconds away from epically losing your shit. "You disgusting fucking pig.”
“You-you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rodney hisses. “You’re clearly confused and more than a little emotional, so I’m gonna leave you with hotshot here so you can calm down.” He turns on his heel, fully prepared to bolt.
But Andy is faster.
Before you can form another coherent thought, your man hauls your landlord back inside with a hand wrapped around his neck.
“Let me go!” He squeaks, clawing at his throat. “I didn’t do anything! Y/N, tell him!”
“You know what, Perkins? I don’t think I will.” Andy snarls, ignoring the other man’s struggles as he applies even more pressure. “Could’ve sworn I made myself real clear the last time we had words. And then you pull this shit?”
“Andy.” You say, pressing the heels of your palms over your eyes.
“What the hell’d you do, man? Use ‘em to jack off while thinking about my girl? I oughta rip your dick off and –”
“ANDY.” Your man finally turns to you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated fury.
“Let him go. Please.”
“No.” Instead of complying, you’re pretty sure Andy tightens his grip some more. Virtually cutting off the man’s oxygen supply. “Baby girl, you didn’t see your eyes when you came to me the other night. The fear I saw...” He shakes his head. “I never want to see that kind of shit again in those big, beautiful eyes.”
“But I’m safe now.” You tell him as you go to rest a calming hand on his arm. “You’ve made your point. And I think that after all this, I’m sure Rodney will be more than willing to let me out of my lease a little early. Isn’t that right?” Finally, your boyfriend lets go, letting the man crumple to the floor.
“Ri-right!” He wheezes as he fights to pull air back into his burning lungs.
“Along with returning my security deposit. And maybe I’ll decide not to press charges.”
“Now, wait a minute –!” Rodney lets out a small squeal when Andy suddenly crouches down next to him.
“Sorry, but I think my girl misspoke. You’re going to refund her security deposit, plus this month’s rent. And in return, I’ll let you keep on living, whether she decides to file charges or not. We good, Perkins?”
He nods as he struggles to his feet with the help of the wall.
“Glad we have an understanding. I’ll mail you my keys by the end of next week. Now please kindly get the fuck out of my apartment."
For once in his life, it seems that Rodney Perkins doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s out the door without another word. And just like that, you and Andy find yourselves alone once again.
You tug on the belt loops of your man’s jeans, wanting to make sure he was alright.
“I’m fine, Y/N.” He tells you, his eyes never leaving your now empty doorway.
“Are you actually? Because I’m not sure I am.”
“Okay. I’m not.”
“Hey.” You rise up on your tiptoes, trying your best to block his line of sight and make him refocus his attention. “You know what might help?”
“Chasing that fucker down and dangling him off the roof of this building?”
You're pretty sure he’s joking. Mostly.
“That’s one option I suppose. Or…” You trail off, feeling your belly flutter when he finally gazes down at you.
“Or what?” Andy asks, his voice gruff.
“We could go home.” You lightly stroke your knuckles along his jaw. “And you could take me to our bed, where we can spend hours getting lost in one another, until today fades away.” You pull his face down to your level so you can tease his lips with yours.
Summary: A slew of late night insecurities have you ready to put the breaks on your relationship before it even starts. Thank goodness your boyfriend is a light sleeper. Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Insecure Reader, Andy Barber Being Boyfriend Material, Intimate Discussions, Cursing, Mentions of Weight Gain, Smut (implied), Minors DNI
A/N: This fic takes place in the early days of Reader and Andy's relationship. Part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.
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Beautiful.
That was the only way to describe the man sleeping beside you. He was beautiful. You lay there propped up on your side, content to watch the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. His snores, a sound you had grown to love, are low and even. They often lulled you to sleep at night.
And therein lay the problem. You were starting to need him. When you weren’t together you…
You missed him.
Sleeping had become a challenge on the nights when you were apart, because you found yourself missing your Andy Bear. Snuggling with a body pillow just wasn’t the same, at least not since you’d become accustomed to curling up with the real thing. And there was no app, no video, no substitute for the sound of your man’s heartbeat to help you drift off on those quiet, lonely nights.
Sometimes your big, gruff attorney told you stories, other times he would softly sing you to sleep. Mind you, the man couldn’t sing worth a damn, but you found his little love songs and the offkey timbre of his voice rather soothing.
Sometimes you even sang along with him. It was stupid and sweet and all kinds of ridiculous, but it was also your thing.
One of your silly sweet nothings.
Honestly, you found it funny how something so small had the ability to evolve into something so unbelievably intimate. And you loved how he always fought to keep you close. His big body literally chased your smaller one in his sleep, which meant you always awoke to some part of him touching you.
Giving in to your baser urges, you allow yourself to delicately trace one of his more intricate tattoos. You take your time trailing your fingers through his chest hair, as if trying to memorize every color, line, and freckle that adorns his sculpted body.
Yes, this man was beautiful. And what’s more, he was yours. You had somehow managed to land the infamous Bad Boy of Boston, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why or how it happened.
Now, you weren’t typically one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but sometimes when you were alone late at night, your mind had a tendency to wander. Which made you vulnerable to those creeping feelings of inadequacy. And boy, did they occasionally do a number on your self-esteem. At times, the thoughts became almost incessant.
Why was he with you? What did he want want from you? How soon until he woke up and realized that he could do better..?
Better than you.
You hadn’t shared any of those thoughts with Andy, at least not yet. You were too worried about coming off as needy. Or worse yet...
Insecure.
You sit up in bed, your small hands smoothing over the sheets as you try to figure out your next move. At 2:40am, it was too late for a midnight snack, and far too early to contemplate making breakfast.
Maybe you could sneak downstairs and watch television or something. Or, better yet, you could just head home.
Yeah, that’s what you would do.
You would have to be super quiet though if you were going to try to sneak out of bed. One wrong move and your slumbering mountain of a man would be wide awake.
You go to slide out of bed, taking your time as you do. A sense of triumph sparks through you when you feel your bare toes brush the hardwood.
So close.
And then the damn bed creaks.
Fudge!
“Baby?” Andy hums sleepily. “You’re too far away.” He throws one big arm over his eyes, while his other hand pats his chest invitingly. “Need you right here.”
“Shh.” You murmur. “Go back to sleep, honey.”
“Then c’mere already.” He holds out his arm, gesturing for you to join him beneath the covers once more.
“I, uh, I think I’m gonna go home.” Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you attempt to gauge his reaction. Tired or not, you were pretty sure that he would at least see you to the door and –
“What?” Your man sits up and scrubs a large hand over his bearded face. “Why?” His tried eyes narrow in confusion.
You begin looking around for your shirt. It was hard to see in the dark, but you knew it was in here somewhere. You wouldn’t bother trying to find your panties, which had been ripped in two by your overzealous boyfriend.
“Can’t sleep.” Is all you mumble. “Don’t wanna keep you up. So, I’m gonna go home and toss and turn in my own bed.”
“My bed is your bed, sweet girl.” Andy lets out a yawn before running his long, nimble fingers through his chestnut brown locks. “Come lay back down and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nope.” Shaking your head, you go back to searching for your clothes, opting to throw on a pair of his navy blue boxers. “Just let me finish gathering up my stuff and I’ll be out of here.”
“I don’t think so, baby girl. It’s far too late for you to be out on the roads anyhow.”
Your sweet Andrew Barber could be so overprotective sometimes.
“I know how to drive, Big Man.” A hint of a smile graces your lips as you begin fumbling with the front clasp of your scarlett colored bra. “Been doing it for a long time.”
“That may be true, but I still want you to stay.”
“It’s alright." You shrug. "Don’t want to overstay my welcome.” You purposely work to keep your tone light.
“Huh?” You hear the bed creak again as he swings his powerful legs over the edge. “Y/N, hold on, stop.” You offer him another shake of your head as you keep going, pulling on your t-shirt from last night.
“I’m serious, sweetness.” A hand flies to your bicep, stilling your movements, his deceptively strong grip making it clear that you weren’t going anywhere until he decided he was ready to let you go. “Stop!”
At a loss, you tilt up your chin so that you can meet his gaze. Your man cocks his head to the side as he studies your face, his hypnotizing blue eyes roving over your features.
“This - this isn’t going to work for me.” He murmurs, his deep voice still hoarse from sleep.
“O-okay.” You whisper, trying to ignore the sudden lump in your throat.
This was it. It was over.
Just like that.
“I can’t have you running off on me every time you feel uncomfortable or don’t want to share what you're thinking.” Andy reaches down to twirl one of your springy curls around his thick index finger.
Your bruised heart spasms in your chest before slowly sinking down to the pit of your stomach.
“That’s not how this is gonna go between us, baby girl. I won’t allow it.”
Wait. Wasn’t he breaking up with you?
You blink at him as confusion swirls through your mind.
Letting go of your hair, Andy sighs and leads you back over to his bed. He sits on the edge before pulling you down on top of him so that you’re straddling his impressive thighs. And then he takes your arms and drapes them around his neck.
“I'm gonna need you to talk.” He grunts, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“So…wait. You’re not breaking up with me?”
“Oh, hell no! Absolutely not. ” Your man gently bounces you on his lap. “But what we are gonna do is sit here, just like this, until you tell me what’s got you so ready to bolt from my bed in the middle of the night.”
“But what if you think it’s dumb?” You try to distract yourself by absentmindedly drawing little circles on the back of his neck.
“Not possible.” He gives your hips a reassuring squeeze. “Your man is interested in anything you have to say.”
Your man. Those two words alone are enough to make your belly flutter.
“Even at 3:00am?” You whisper, suddenly feeling shy.
“Especially at 3:00am. Now, out with it, baby girl.”
Okay. Here it goes.
“I like you too much.” You blurt, before hiding your face in the crook of Andy’s neck.
A beat of silence goes by, and then another. “You what?” He finally responds, his voice tinged with laughter. “You…like me too much?”
“Yes!” You squeak, but your words are muffled by his bare shoulder.
“And that - that’s a problem for you?” Okay, now he was full-on chuckling.
“Uh huh.”
He quickly gets control of himself. “Tell me why, princess.”
“I dunno.” You shrug. “Sometimes I just feel like you’re kind of out of my league, I guess. I mean, you’re just so fucking sweet, and sexy, and romantic. Not to mention it’s like you came prepackaged with freshly photoshopped abs. Meanwhile, I tried to do maybe thirteen sit-ups the other day and I damn near died.”
Your over-worked stomach muscles had been on fire.
“My poor baby.” Is all he says, doing nothing to disguise the mirth dancing behind his eyes.
“Argh!” You huff in frustration, flailing backwards. Although Andy is quick to catch you, of course. “You’re walking around looking like you just stepped off the cover of a romance novel, while I’m over here gaining happy weight.” You shudder at the thought of having to resort to using safety pins to fasten your jeans.
“Happy weight?”
“Yeah!” Your small hands go to his impressive biceps, giving him a light shake. “I’ve put on at least a good ten pounds of happy weight. Because I’m just so…so damn, ah…what’s the word..?”
“Happy?” Your helpful Andy Bear supplies.
“Exactly - I’m happy! Happy with you, and your snores, and your terrible singing. And we spend all this time together, which makes me miss you. I’m even getting to the point where I have a hard time sleeping without you. What happens when you get tired of me, huh? And I’m just left alone by the wayside looking all soft and squidgy.”
Andy leans forward to press a feather-light kiss against your plush lips. “Sometimes I forget just how much goes on up in that gorgeous brain of yours, sweetness.” He affectionately taps your right temple. “How about you take a breather and let me have the floor, hm?”
You give him a quick nod, feeling mildly embarrassed with yourself.
“Baby, I’m gonna steal your word for a moment. You have no idea how happy you just made me. Just because I’m a man doesn’t mean I don’t need a little reassurance every now and again.” He tenderly nuzzles your cheek before gifting you with another brush of his lips over yours. “It’s good to know that you, my beautiful Y/N, are just as crazy about me as I am you.”
“I’ve never felt like this before.” You confess, shifting a little on your man’s lap. “Not about anyone.”
Which was the truth. And you didn’t want to get hurt. At this point, you had given over enough of yourself to know that Andrew Barber already possessed that power. But the real question was whether or not you could look past your own fears long enough to take a chance on building a future with this man.
“Me neither." He continues. "Not even with Laurie. Which, no matter how you shake it, makes me kind of a shit husband.”
“I’m not sure if I quite agree with that assessment.” You murmur as you whisper soft kisses along the bridge of his nose.
“You’re only saying that because you like me too much.” Andy informs you with a charming quirk of his lips. “You just said so yourself. But, jokes aside, you have me all tied up in knots too. I walk around the office all day singing love songs and shit. In fact, you’ve got me out here doing all kinds of goofy stuff that's out of the norm for me. You’re just not around to witness it all.” You feel your cheeks heat when he brings the back of your hand to his mouth for a brief kiss.
“I’m not demanding it all from you today, but I do want you to get to a point where you feel like you can trust me with all the bits and pieces that you’ve somehow convinced yourself are too crazy to share.” He delicately smooths the pad of his thumb across your forehead. “Can you work on that for me, Y/N?”
You nod again.
“Use your words, please.” Your Big Man gently reminds you.
“Yes, I’ll work on it for you. For us.”
“Thank you.”
“And I’m sorry that I tried to sneak out of bed like that. That wasn’t okay. I know I’d be pissed if you did that to me.” You allow yourself to snuggle deep into his chest.
“S’okay.” He murmurs as he holds you close. You feel your eyelids begin to droop as his fingers resume playing with your hair. “I’d just pick you up and bring you back like I always do. Now, as for your feeling squidgy…”
Andy flips your bodies so that you’re now laying down, your back pressed against the blankets. “I’m afraid I’m gonna need to know more.” Keeping you pinned beneath his delicious weight, he takes a moment to google the term you’d borrowed from Outlander’s Claire Fraser.
“Are you seriously telling me that you think of your gorgeous little body as being ‘unpleasant and doughy’?” You giggle at the amount of dramatic indignation in his tone. “I don’t fucking believe it – need to see for myself. You know how much of a stickler I am about visual evidence.”
And just that quick, your shirt is suddenly ripped from your body and tossed aside. It’s quickly followed by your bra. Once he’s done, he lazily gazes down at your nearly nude form, his normally bright blue eyes dark with lust.
“Gotta be honest, baby girl. All I’m seeing is curves. Just sweet, soft curves that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.”
“But my pants don’t fit anymore!” You protest as he bites one of your nipples, drawing the tender flesh into his mouth.
“Mm. That’s right.” Your man groans. “Guess I’ll just have to take you out to buy more, huh? Or maybe…” He trails off as his big hands go to the waistband of the boxers adorning your hips. “I can spend what’s left of this insanely early morning trying to convince you to forgo them all together.”
A small squeak escapes you as he lovingly nips at the soft skin of your belly.
END
“You game, sweetness? I'll need you to be nice and loud so that I can know for sure.”
