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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Unfaithful, Part 1

Summary: married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader, Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: dark, explicit language, mentions of drug use (needles), cheating, explicit sexual content, smut, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5K

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You rub the back of your neck, taking a deep breath, and count to five before releasing it. Repeating this process over and over again. Thinking about last night, and just the draining life that you live. This isn’t how you thought it was going to be.

You never envisioned yourself where you are now.

Twisting you rings around your finger with your thumb, you start to take them off, before pausing, remembering happier and less complicated times.

You loved him, but that was the problem. The love had grown stale. It didn’t grow with your marriage, and therefore, you were drifting apart. If it wasn’t for the constant arguing, vile accusations, or those tell tell marks on his skin, it would be different.

Your husband had changed. The world he lived in had tainted his vision of your life. Spending more money than needed. Racking up bills because most his money went to his nasty habit. Refusing to even have sex with him, because you didn’t trust him.

He tried to reassure you that there were no other girls, and he wasn’t the common junkie. He didn’t share needles and they were always new. But too many nights left you in the bed alone. Days would pass before he would walk through the front door.

Bags under his eyes, blotchy skin, a constant sniffling, and you just said nothing. Refusing to start an argument because you were a shell of who you once were. Except for those weekly meetings. They were what kept you moving.

Mike looks at the calendar, noting the day before turns and jeers at you, “You got nothing to say because you’re going to meet with your precious Andy. The same Andy that couldn’t make the time of day for you that I did. You do know he’s married, too?”

You slam the fridge close, and start to walk out the door, but he catches your wrist. “You keep our secrets. You are my wife. Go have your fun. Fuck a married man, but you won’t fuck your husband.”

“I have never once cheated on you, Mike. You’re the one that is gone for days, and our cards are charged with cheap motels. What whore you got sleeping in the bed with you this week?”

“Well if my wife would lay down and take it the way a wife is supposed to,” you scowl at him, prying his fingers off of you. “Remind me to ask Andy how my wife’s pussy tastes when we’re in court tomorrow.”

“You’re disgusting,” you spit at him. Turning on your heels, you go to leave. Not caring to hear another word.

Placing your chin in your in your hand, you stare blankly at the door. Not really focusing on anything, just trying to forget the morning.

Andy walks into the cafe, his eyes scanning the area until he spots you. Nearly jogging over to you, before he pulls you up into a tight hug. You have never felt as loved or as safe as when you’re in his arms. And that terrifies you. Mike once made you feel that way. Now you hate the days he comes home.

Andy pulls you body back, and gives a regretful smile, “What did he do this time?” he asks, leading you both back to the table.

“I believe it was a ten days away. It keeps getting longer,” you drift your eyes to the table, and his hand moves to cover yours. You don’t have to tell him there’s more he just knows. “He accused me of having an affair.”

“Seriously?” Andy chuckles, shaking his head. “With who?” you lift your eyes to look at him, before sliding your own hand out from under his. “Oh…well…” he begins, reaching for your hand again.

Andy ever the careful one with his words, licks his lips slowly. His thumb starts making circles on the back of your hand, and even your own breathing picks up. “I wouldn’t say there’s nothing.”

“You’re very funny, Andy.”

“It’s just, every week. Every damn Thursday we meet, we talk, and we get very personal with our conversations,” he gives you a wicked grin and you roll your eyes.

“Admit it,” you shake your head no. “No? Have you never heard of an emotional affair? And we’ve got history.”

“Yep, you wanted to focus on your school and dumped me, then married Laurie two years later,” you cock up an eyebrow noticing how Andy never responds.

His fingers slowly trace the outline of his beard, and you clench your thighs together; remembering the times he would do that raising up from between your legs.

“I deserve that. It was the worst mistake of my life. By that time you and Mike were married, and I didn’t want to be alone,” he stifles out a laugh, his hand going to yours, and you had yet to quit playing with your rings.

Andy takes a quick gulp, removing his wedding band, and looks up at you, “Lets give them a reason to think we’re having an affair.”

“You’re crazy,” you reach to grab your purse. Andy was truly your love, but this…it can’t happen. It shouldn’t happen.

“No, no I’m not. Laurie thinks I’m cheating on her, too. Threatened a divorce last night, if I came here today. If I’m being accused of a sexual affair, I’d at least like to have sex. Wouldn’t you? Mike already assumes that we fuck every week. Makes snide comments while in court. Disrespecting you every time we’re alone, and I’m tired of it, Peanut. You deserve better. We…we deserve better, and you’ve always been my one. That’s why I can’t let you go. I won’t.”

“I always hate when you call me that.”

“You didn’t say no,” his dark blue eyes roll up to meet your own. Whispering your name, he goes to remove your rings, and you don’t argue. He slips them into his pocket, and watches you expectantly. “Where?”

“There’s a hotel down the road.”

“They’ll start asking about the charges.”

“I’ll do what Mike does, and deny it,” standing up, you hold out your hand for Andy to take, and he grips it firmly. Following you to the car. You don’t even feel guilty. This feels right.

Sitting at breakfast, alone again for the fourth day in a row. Your rings had been sitting on Mike’s bedside table for all of those days. You were tired. Tired of pretending to live this perfect life, when your husband couldn’t bother to come home.

When you go to clean up, a knock on the door, leads you to pause in confusion. No one ever comes here, everyone is tired of Mike’s shenanigans. Walking to the door, you stand their mouth agape, and tears already forming in your eyes.

Andy lifts up his left hand, showing you only a faint tan line, “I can’t do it. I filed yesterday. This past month has been everything I’ve always wanted, because it’s with you.”

“You have a case in two hours,” both Andy and Mike had told you such.

“Give me one,” he hums already walking through the door, slamming it shut he locks it behind you. His hand smooths down your side before you wrap your own around his neck.

Animalistic in your need to have him, your hands already pull off his jacket. Carefully trying to undo every button, as Andy backs you towards you bedroom. “Andy, no,” you pull back looking at him.

“When was the last time he slept in it?”

“Months ago,” he picks you up, slamming your body on the bed, before he’s ripping off your dress. His hands begin to knead your breasts, before he harshly removes your bra. Getting to your panties, Andy leisurely removes them, placing the drenched lace in his pocket. “Andy, you’re playing with fire.”

“I’m playing with what’s mine,” he groans, undoing his belt, he jerks it out, and quickly uses it to tie up your hands. “Should leave you like this, for Mike to find,” scowling at him, he chuckles. “Better not, he stays gone so long you might die of starvation before he returns.”

“Andy, shut up!” your legs go to spread, and he watches your drenched cunt leak out on the duvet, and moans. “You gonna leave me hanging?”

“Never,” finally removing his pants, he crawls over your body, and it’s almost cruel that you can’t run your fingers through his hair. Can’t bring those succulent lips closer to yours. And can’t even pull his hips closer to your weeping cunt.

Andy runs his tip through your glistening folds, almost laughing at how much every part of your body is begging for him. You look over to the clock, but he doesn’t stop. “Andy, please, baby, I need you.”

“Getting greedy, huh? Every fucking day for over a month. You need it so bad don’t you?” you anxiously nod your head, and he pushes the tip through your entrance. You moan at the severe stretch, but then grunt when he doesn’t push through.

“You have become my needy little girl haven’t you?” with a single whispered yes, he pushes through an inch more. “You never stopped did you?”

“No.”

“Say it,” he almost screams, needing a vocal confirmation. “Tell me.”

“I love you.”

He pushes in a bit more, “Do you regret what we’re doing?”

“No.”

“I love you, too,” his voice thick and hungry as he slides his remaining length all the way through. Bottoming out, and your back arches, wrapping your legs around him, you hold him there. “What do you want?”

“You. It’s always been you. That’s why…I couldn’t let you go,” your voice soft, but sure.

His mouth crashes into yours with as much fervor as his hips as he thrusts into you harshly. Pulling in and out of your squelching heat. Both of your mouths swallowing the other’s sweet sounds, and you have never felt better.

Your skin heats up and becomes raw from his beard, but you don’t care. The only thing you care about is Andy. Every inch of his skin on you. Every bit of him stretching you out deliciously. His pounding pace hurting so good, as your juices soak the bed. Giving him his sick need for a job well done.

No one has ever done it better than Andy. No one has ever made you sob out their name like he does. And no one has ever made you feel so raw and loved. He was perfect. And he was yours.

Andy pushes into you with such force, your body becomes limp. Pliant to the man, and you blink away stars that cover his beautiful sculpted body. Your body aching for the need to fill you up.

Your walls start to flutter around him, and he only drives into you faster. Jack hammering into you like it was his job, and Andy always takes his job seriously.

Your legs clench around his waist, much like your cunt clenches around his girthy length. Breathily whispering his name like a prayer. With a few more staccatoed stabs into your abused hole, the two of you cum together, and Andy collapses on top of you.

His hands reach behind you as he undoes his belt, and your arms fall on his back. Running your hands up and down his freckled and sticky skin. “I’ll keep doing this until it sticks. I’ve filed for your divorce along mine. Laurie signed a prenup, but you want nothing from him.”

“There’s nothing to have.”

“Good. You’re mine. And I won’t have him touching what belongs to me.”

Andy smirks at Mike as he walks out of his office. Starting to head to the courtroom, but Mike let’s out a grumbled, “How did she feel this morning?”

“Excuse me?” Andy asks turning back around to glare at Mike.

He holds up the divorce papers he was served, shoving it into Andy’s chest, “I knew it was only a matter of time before you tainted her view on me.”

Swiftly Andy jerks up Mike’s shirt revealing the track marks, “I think you did that all on your own.”

“I wasn’t like this before her. She’s been cheating on me for years. She can’t stay away from you. Home wrecker. How. Did. She. Feel?” Mike flips around his phone, revealing the compromising position you and Andy were in this morning. “Trying to knock my wife up, Barber? Just wait until I get home, I’ll fucking have my wife.”

Andy grabs Mike’s shirt by the collar, shoving him up against the wall. Pulling him forward, he slams him back, but Mike only laughs manically. “You won’t see her again.”

“Won’t I?”

After waking up in a stupor with Mike sinisterly smiling over you, he points out the hidden camera. Yours and Andy’s love making on display on the television. “I thought you said you didn’t fuck him. Should have known you little slut. I love you, and I have a little surprise for you.”

You gulp as Mike all but drags you down the stairs to the basement. Time feeling off as it moves quickly but also painfully slow. He shoves you on the floor, slamming a new door closed. Looking up, you see his beautiful face bloody and bruised. His arms bound behind him, and a gag over his mouth, but that doesn’t stop Andy from mumbling expletives at Mike.

“You wanted him. There he is. You’re not going anywhere, and neither will he. I brought you, you’re own little plaything, honey,” you turn to look at him with your tear streaked face and shake your head.

“I thought you’d be happy. You have everything you ever wanted. That is if my junkie ass doesn’t stay gone too long,” he sneers at you, and presses his hand over your stomach.

“He wanted it to take, did it?”

“Mike, let him go. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, let him go.”

“Aw, Honey, it’s not that easy. Oop,” he gleefully screeches out when your phone rings. “Looks like Laurie is calling you. Should I tell her I caught you two? Tell her what a fucking whore you are? Have fun playing house, while I play the distraught husband because my wife ran off and left me with her best friend. Laurie knows. She’s already told me her suspicions. That’s the only reason that I started asking. Laurie knew first.”

He walks to the door, slamming it shut, and you hear a thick lock go into place.

Rushing over to Andy, you jerk down his gag, and move to his hands. Once free, you cling to each other. His mouth kissing all over your head.

“I’m so sorry Peanut. He knew, he-he…”

“I saw it. Andy what’re we gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

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nana1000night · 2 years

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Random Thots

What if you are Mike Weiss and Andy Barber's assistant and the only one who could stop their argument daily routine.

the idea is from this by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork her wonderful answer about this two lawyers that they're colleagues. If this is offended you I'll delete this immediately and I'm terribly sorry, I'll ask first next time.

Your point finger tip clicking the wooden desk and give another lawyer a tight smile. He sips his coffee and listened the argument behind and the door for several mins, then his hand slightly scratches his right face cheek.

"Sorry, but...is it a normal thing? I mean...the way the yelled and cursed and..."

"Yes, Mr. Huffman. In most of the time, they'd argue for 15 mins and stop it."

The lawyer raises his eye brows

"15 minutes? How could you be so sure?"

"Because, " You stand up and give him a smirk

"It's the limits I would bear it until I have my way to shut them up."

Let the lawyer wait for 10 more minutes, you walze in the room and close the door.

Both of Andy and Mike don't noticed you, Andy's fists clench by his sides, and rolls his shoulders back; Mike is pacing rapidly.

You move toward Andy first and keeps your silence, reach out your hands until his piercing blue eyes meet yours.

"Comfort hug? Do you want it?"

He didn't say anything, but he takes your hands and pulls you to straddle his lap, his arms cage you like iron bars and he rest his head on your shoulder as he sighs in depression.

"Mr. Huffman is waiting outside now." Andy huffed and nuzzles into your crook of neck. You stroke his hair and the back of his neck. Then he releases you and rejusts his ties.

"I'll take the room number 3." He said and leave the room.

Hearing the clicking sound of door closing, Mike turns around and opens his arms.

"Where's my cuddle, bunnycake?" You hug him and pat his lower back and waist.

"Andy and I would separate if you're not here, bunnycake."

"Nah, you and Mr.Barber are good friends and competitors."

"He is the one who could know me enough just like I do to him. But the gaps of no compromise between us made us suffer at the same time. And you're the one helping us to fill up the gaps."

He kisses your temples and takes a deep breath.

"Alright, it's time to work. See ya at later, honey bunny."

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Hi!

Based on this post.

Reader moved to whatever state for college, met her boyfriend moved into an apartment together got pregnant. The boyfriend kicks her out (maybe she finds her boyfriend and best friend making out in the living room when she comes home) anyways. She calls her dad because she doesn’t know what to do but dad’s best friend is a professor at the college and he shows up and takes her in and it just goes from there…

“I can find other arrangements.” Your voice stirs him, it makes him look up from the computer he’s working on and there’s a moment where he’s completely blindsided by you.

Its nothing extravagant, not fine lace or silk wrapped boning that contours a naked body. There’s no sexual charge in your eyes or the promise of money that drives you here.

Its not like the women he’s hooked up with in the past, women he’s paid to see dance and strip, women he’s paid to have sex with.

He’s not that man anymore, he’s not the druggie lawyer who almost died of an overdose. He’s not the kind of man who seeks drugs while studying up for a case.

He’s what some would call a silver fox, a man who’s greying and getting older. The kind of man who younger women seem interested in seeking out so they can cross it off some kind of sexual bucket list.

He’s an older man doing his friend a favour by providing his daughter a safe place to crash after your boyfriend kicked you and your unborn baby out.

And you are not wearing anything immaculate or inherently sexual and yet Mike Weiss is hypnotized.

“Its okay,” he stands from his couch and approaches you, his eyes sweeping over your frame to the bump that’s visible, “you can stay here as long as you want.”

“Pregnant and homeless, what a joke.” You scoff and degrade yourself, only hesitating when he rests his hand upon your cheek and directs your attention back to him.

“Your ex-boyfriend is an asshole.” Mike spoke softly, his eyes searching yours. “And when you’re ready for it, take him to court and press him for child support.”

“He accused me of sleeping around. Its my word against his.” You turned your head and fiddled with the shirt he’s borrowed you. “My boyfriend and my best friend.”

“There’s a guest bedroom you can have.” Mike clears his throat, he drops his hand back down to his side and tries to clear his head. “You can stay here as long as you want, I’ll help you out.”

“Thanks.” Your voice is soft; small.

“I’m gonna order in.” He calls after you, trying not to settle too deep into the pleasant feeling of having someone to take care of, someone who could depend on him.

Mike feels like its already too late, like you’ve already hooked yourself onto him.

And he damn well likes it.

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1000night · 2 years

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Lawyers and the ponytail

okay so it's on my period and I really want to hug Andy and Mike I don't know why....

Andy Barber

He adores your ponytail, always stared at it.

When the first time he see you tie up to a ponytail, he forget what the professor said and the class, he just stared at your adorable and smooth hair.

After you two being friends, he still need to scolded himself for the urge to hug you and stroke your ponytail.

When you allowed him to touch your hair, he almost faint and sweat his hands.

Why wouldn't he? He could touch your hair when the most of the men were not allowed.

He comb the hair, saw the hair flew and through his fingers, the floral scents from your shampoo stimulate his nostrils.

And he knew he was screwed up.

After your college life, the conditions became more...complicated.

Andy found his attention all on your ponytail, it's didn't matter that it's in a meeting or just a dialogue conversations.

When you start moving and the ponytail start swaying rhythmic. He is conditioned like Pavlov's dog.

"Don't, just don't behave like a creep, Barber."

"You said that as if you didn't do the same thing, Weiss."

"I am not that desperate. It's just a ponytail, what's wrong with you? I don't know you have this kink, hum?"

Andy bites the inner side of his cheeks and murmuring himself.

"It's not ' just a ponytail', it's her ponytail and that's why I couldn't stop on my own."

Mike rolls his eyes as he across his arms cross his chest.

"Yeah yeah the crushed on thing, and you still have? To her? Nothing changed since the college?"

Andy shakes his head as he watches you through the glasses. You are chatting with a young woman which just want to divorce her ungrateful husband. As you are seeking for the files you need. He noticed your ponytail is swaying again.

"Never changed when she came into my life."

Mike Weiss

Completely confused about why Andy admired your ponytail for so long. And why he always chicken out to ask for your permission to touch your hair.

Until he saw you tie your hair up to lower ponytail one day, and his heart lost a beat as his eyes following your every move uncontrollably.

A weird feeling lit up in his chest as his eyes your ponytail, then down your delicate neck.

His Adam's apple was babbling.

Oh god he want to side your hair and leave his marks on your neck, and when the other men on the street or anywhere try to steal you away—they'll see his mark when your ponytail start swaying.

Now he knows where's Andy's Ponytail Admiration coming from.

Scott Huffman

He loves your ponytail because he could played with it. Swirling your hair around his finger while you two take the elevator together or when he has to join a boring meeting.

He always kisses your hair unnoticed by you and praised your new shampoo or other products. He loved to see you frustrated and keeps trying to hide the true feeling from him.

He helped you braid your hair with a side once. It was his first time braid someone's hair so that's say it's not a good one. But you still thanked for his work then used the scarf scrunchie set to tied together.

Since then, he searched some hair styles and learned how to wear them. And that's why he has a drawer of different kinds of hair ties.

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 2 years

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zodiac theories for cevans characters

Okay, let’s go, sluts. (I would just like to say that this is all supposed to be fun and no one should be offended. I’m a Scorpio, which means that I’m insane, which mean I’m not actually judging anyone bc I know I’m insane.)

We’re starting with Jake Wyler:

Now obviously it’s hard to determine anything from a spoof movie. But that baby was an Aquarius. My proof? Idk, he was kinda rude and dumb lol. (I mean that in a loving way, you weird ass aliens) And there’s also just the fact that he doesn’t really look like any other zodiac sign and I feel like Aquarius are sometimes hard to identify because none of them ever really look the same.

Kyle from the perfect score:

Taurus. He seems grounded and logical, so that points to an earth sign. But if he was a Virgo or a Capricorn, he wouldn’t have needed to cheat lol. He’s also so against the idea of the SAT system, pointing to a stubborn personality. (I’ve only ever seen bits and pieces of this movie so I could be wrong)

Cellular was basically like a fever dream and I couldn’t pay attention to it. And I haven’t watched Fierce People because I’m scared I’m going to like his character but he is too fucking young for that.

And Johnny Storm:

A fucking Aries. Why? Because fire, but Leo is too obvious. He’s also a little more than hot headed on a few occasions and his impulsiveness is sometimes mistaken as a lack of intelligence. I have a particular liking for Aries and I find them very misunderstood and underrated, also how I feel about Johnny.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? I’m going to say it now, he has a public kink. He likes that he has celebrity status, which totally raises the stakes of getting caught, and increases the likelihood that you guys will get caught since he’s always been watched and followed. And disrupting arguments when he gets too angry to verbally express his feelings, so he just has to fuck you to show you how he feels.

Oh, poor baby, Syd:

That man is trash and too fucking emotional. I also felt like he weaponized those emotions, pointing to him being a water sign. But he’s not a cancer nor a Scorpio. This man who I love but will never be able to trust is a Pisces. I feel like he has that Pisces arrogance when he’s talking to London about god and why she believes in god. Alternate: Leo. Because of those mentioned emotions and arrogance. He was also pretty angry sometimes and I feel like him being a fire sign isn’t too farfetched.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? He has a god complex, meaning his most favorite thing ever is to get you on your knees and choke you with his cock. Things he has been known to do include making sure to get you on your knees in front of the mirror, you’re naked so he has the perfect view of your ass or you fucking your fingers while you get him off. Or recording you on his phone and he loves when you’re noisy and when you look up at him with your sweet eyes.

Mace from Sunshine;

A Virgo. I will not explain myself.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? I can’t really guess a lot but I can give you a scenario. Space sex—what would be more fun? But that means standing sex becomes something you’re both pros at. He loves fucking you against any wall you guys can find. Particularly, picking you up like you weigh nothing, your legs and arms just wrapped around him.

Harvard Hottie:

is hard to pick for bc he was so minimal, but I’d say a Gemini. Living two lives being that he’s so rich but having sympathy and “understanding” for the working people. I got air vibes from him but the other two just don’t make sense. I also don’t trust him so Gemini sounds right.

I will not be doing Paul Diskant bc it’s impossible to pick. All detectives seem like Capricorns or Scorpios. And I can’t do Jimmy bc I have never seen that movie. But if I had to make a guess, is he a Pisces?

my baby, Nick Grant:

Unexpected one, but he’s a Capricorn. I’ll take it a step further though and give him a cancer moon and a Aries rising. I would have said Aries sun but the plan at the end of Push? Nah. Too good not to be an earth sign.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? he uses his powers when he’s fucking you in literally any way he possibly can. it’s hard for him to find opportunity, but he completely goes out of his way to do so.

Jensen

That man is a hardcore Aquarius but Sag moon. He’s an almost himbo with one very specific skill that prevents him from being labeled a complete ditz. But he also has this odd intelligence about him that’s not traditional but somehow has gotten him that far in his life, so it just works.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? hard to say, honestly. Jensen is a hard character for me to pin down personality-wise, but I do think he has a lot of pride in what he does. Tech. So yes, in any way he possibly can, he will utilize tech in sex. That means sexting, that means video calling any time he’s on a mission and can manage it.

Lucas Lee:

that’s a Leo. No explanation necessary.

Mike Weiss:

That’s a Scorpio, my loves. Addict, shitty person, this unexplainable darkness for no god damn reason. The cheating is a little foreign to me (I hate cheating and I could never imagine cheating on a partner and like lying to someone you once loved about still loving them, I don’t think there’s anything more sick than that) but Scorpio men are a different kind of trash so. But also lonely, desperately reaching out to people just trying to feel some type of deep connection.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? obviously, there’s going to be something lacking here if he’s always high or fucked up, but when he can, it’s just going to be the most intense thing for no fucking reason. Sometimes you’re even like ‘can we calm down?’ But I see him loving eye contact, with him either on top of you or caging you in on any flat surface. But he’s also super closed off so I see him just being such a toxic hookup and he keeps you guessing and waiting and you never know if he’s going to want to fuck you again, but he’s also just magnetic and charismatic and you are addicted to him.

And of course, we all know Steve is a cancer.

Which is why I have not given that sign to anyone else. I don’t think any other character was as emotional as Steve, nor as kindhearted and selfless, up until it was for that one person that he would have given everything up for. So like, you know, a martyr until he just couldn’t be. I didn’t see that in any of the other characters. I also must say that I have fallen in absolute love with cancers, it’s expected as a Scorpio, but lemme tell you all…it’s hell. And hell is loving Steve Rogers after that ending, am I right?

what does this mean about how he fucks you? obviously we know he loves intimacy and being close and missionary, and he somehow makes it really good. but there’s also the ego of cancers that no one really mentions. I know Steve had a lot of insecurity before the serum, so after? he loves using his body and making sure that you know how strong he is and that you’re watching certain parts of him. he loves turning you away from him, wrapping his arms around you, just grabbing you or choking you. he loves when you focus on his arms.

Colin:

I know what you guys want me to say and I genuinely refuse. No, he’s not a sag, he’s not a Libra. He’s a Taurus. Flirty bc he’s bored. But won’t change his ways because he’s so damn stubborn. Until he does want to change his ways and just expects Ally to fully bend to his plan. But he’s also a really sure character, he knows who he is and knows what he wants always.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? it means he’s stubborn. what does he like the absolute most? edging.

Mr. Freezy:

Well, the devil, of course. Yes, I believe he is also a Capricorn. He doesn’t mind being alone, he prefers it. He loves his job and he takes pride in being one of the best names there is. However, alternate: Aries, I think an Aries would be trusting enough to take in a partner like Freezy did, and maybe a Capricorn just wouldn’t be capable of doing that. Regardless of sun, he is a Scorpio rising. Why else would he keep that creepy hair and wear those insane shirts? and that ice cream truck? Don’t get me started. He thinks he’s cute.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? that’s he’s fucking crazy. i see him really liking bondage, and like the extreme kind. but i know he can be good w aftercare, i just know it.

Curtis:

Man is a Virgo. He didn’t create the plan on his own, but he was willing to follow it without hesitation. He sacrificed a loved one for the plan, in a way only an earth sign could. But he’s not stubborn nor is he particularly cold. I think, despite the walls he put up, he was very desperate for love. I will give him a cancer rising too. It was that desire to be a martyr and the guilt of simply not being able to do it.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? attention to detail! so, legit, Curtis will learn how to fuck you and learn exactly what you want, what makes you come, what makes you do all of those little things he likes, like crying, begging, whining, before he even lets you do anything for him. he acts like fucking you is his job and all he wants is to be the best at it.

Nick:

Now hear me out because the next time I say this sign, the man is going to be the polar opposite of Nick. But honey doll is a Libra with a Scorpio moon. He’s fucking addicted to love and he can only fall in love so damn fast because he’s an air sign. And I’ll also give him a cancer rising because we saw how hung up he was on his ex.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? as romantic as Nick is, he never wants to stop fucking you. and it’s never quick or simple, he thinks it’s sacrilegious to not spend an entire night on you. butttttt it can be so slow and it’s mostly because he knows how mad it makes you sometimes. i picture this man eating you out until you’re threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t fuck you immediately, and okay maybe that’s an extreme reaction, but he’s made you come too many times and it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop unless you make him.

Me from playing it cool, impossible bc it was a pretty gross character. I’m not even interested in analyzing it. It’s just going to sound like I’m coming for someone if I try.

Frank:

my baby! My man is a Leo. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I think that whole calmness about him is a façade. He’s lying to us to lure us into a false sense of trust, then bam, you’re in love with him and he’s ruining your life. And he’s going to keep you around to hook up with you and then continuously break your heart and use Mary as an excuse. The real reason? He’s angry bc he caught feelings.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? before he admits he’s in love with you, he’s a huge tease. a huge fucking tease who constantly taunts you, and at first, it really upsets you because he just reduces you to such a fucking mess and thinks it’s funny, but you soon get over, even start to like when he calls you all those terrible names you would never let another man call you. after, that’s a lot different. he wants dates, serious, elaborate dates, and he loves telling you what he’s going to do to you and making you wait for it. but mostly he just wants to push you to the point where you’re so impatient, you just start taking.

Mr. Levinson:

is a Scorpio. He’s cold and cruel and all to meet his end goal. But there’s also that addictive aspect too, he literally couldn’t live a normal life. He needs to be out there for that specific mission no matter how many people want him to stop. And it’s clear that it’s only death that can stop him. And he’s super self righteous about it, we see that in how he talks to Sammy.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? truly skilled at quickly fucking you and genuinely never leaving you wanting (for anything other than a normal life with him ofc, but seriously, you couldn’t ask for more in your sex life) but you know what the best part of him is? the after-mission sex. he doesn’t say much but he fucks you differently enough that you start to learn what he’s feeling that way. and the best sex? after particularly dangerous missions where you took a risk you didn’t need to or got a little too close to danger for his comfort. he won’t yell at you or try to talk you out of being you, he understands what kind of life you both have, but the way he fucks you makes it clear that the last thing he wants is to lose you. and what’s after sex? soooooo muchhhhhh cuddling!

Money daddy:

We’ve already discussed it! Libra. But you know what? He’s hella evil. Virgo moon, that crazy plan was all Virgo moon. Leo rising, I have no actual reason for this other than I know three men who are Leo risings and they’re straight trash lol. They’re selfish and their actions are usually dictated by their irrational emotions. They always act like they’re right too, and like you’re insane for ever questioning them. And they’re super manipulative.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? nothing good at the start tbh. he’s going to pretend that you’re literally nothing more than a hook up, he’s going to play games and make you jealous, and only if you’re strong enough to stick it out, he’ll admit the truth. (which is that there was never anyone else as soon as he took you out on that first date) but other than that, we all know ransom has a degrading kink. which probably creates a lot of roleplay scenarios where you pretend to be various members of staff and he pretends to be a customer that’s less than pleased with your performance.

The daddy of all daddies:

again, we’ve already talked about it. he’s a Capricorn. But let’s take it further with a scorpio moon. All those walls he put up, all the lying, and keeping those feelings to himself, undeniably Scorpio, along with probably at least 3 other placements. But there’s also just something about him that is comforting and sweet so I’d give him a Taurus rising.

what does this mean about how he fucks you? well, the Capricorn makes him a fucking demon. he just always wants you under him, or at least bound, disadvantaged in some small way. he likes reminding you that he is in charge and that no one is better at it than him. but then that Taurus rising makes him soooooo good with aftercare and intimacy that practically suffocates you on those mornings you wake up together or the rare weekends you guys have before he demands that you move in with him.

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Thank you for 300 followers. I love all you guys ❤️❤️

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There has to be more Mike Weiss ff cuz wtf man😭

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SDAU, Red Light Baby, Pledge Week

Word Count: 1.5k

“This is the kid that they’re paying a whore to live off campus for?” a heavily accented country voice asked, “the hell did he do so right?”

“Told you he’d pledge with us,” the president smirked as he started down the line of pledges, “Pledge Weiss, step forward.”

Mike swallowed his nervousness and stepped forward until he was in line with a few other guys that weren’t pledges, but brothers in the frat. An alpha bear stepped in front of him, “pledge Weiss, is that true?”

“Y-yes Brother Lee,” Mike admitted quickly to the heavily accented man, “the school pays for Kitten to remain at my disposal at all times…she’s not a whore so I’d appreciate you not calling her that.”

He chuckled and another one of the guys came up, a smug look on his face as he crossed his arms, “so you’re her personal pimp, or what? Does she fuck anyone else on the side, pledge?”

Mike’s jaw ticked. In the half a year he’d known Kitten the school had been paying for her apartment and living expenses, meanwhile, she was wholeheartedly at his disposal. There was even a time when he won the state championships for his high school that the college flew her out and they spent the night celebrating in the way that he had grown accustomed; with her taking him the whole night. He knew that she didn’t fuck other shifters, but he’d never asked her if she was having sex with humans.

“Sounds like Bobby wants to put your girl in one of his little videos,” the president, Curtis, chuckled as he clapped Mike’s shoulder, “gonna let us use your little slut if we let you in, Pledge Weiss? Gonna share that little bitch and all her holes with us…be a good brother?”

Mike’s jaw ticked again, “don’t talk about her like that.”

A few of the guys ‘oohed’ in a chorus and they circled around the young pledge. Curtis stood up a little straighter and narrowed his eyes at him, “what’d you say to me, pledge?”

“She’s not a whore…and she’s not your slut, and she definitely not some bitch to be bred by any of you.”

“No,” Curtis smirked, “but she’s yours…and the school is paying for her…only fair that if we let you in, you be a good brother and offer her to your fellow brothers…matter of fact, you should call her up for us right now…have her come down and give us her own little personal welcoming party…get to know each other the right way with one big, long train.”

“With all due respect, I don’t think I’m going to do that, Brother Curtis.”

This time it was Curtis’ jaw that twitched as he crossed his arms, “you want in, don’t you? Want to be an Alpha Chi Rho? All we’re asking for is a taste of that tight little cunt you’re tapping!”

“Kitten is mine,” he snarled, glaring the other alpha down, “I don’t share…”

“Pledge Storm…step forward!”

Another younger man stepped forward as he kept his eyes trained ahead of him. Curtis and Mike continued their little stare down, “Yes brother Curtis?”

“Are all dragons this possessive, pledge Storm? Or is it just Pledge Weiss that’s refusing to share his little extra kick-back from the school?”

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “only the uptight ones…I’ll share my girls if you good brothers share yours!”

The men on the lawn laughed, and Mike frowned. Curtis stepped up to him and squared his shoulders, “Pledge Weiss…give me your phone.”

“What? No!” he almost yelled, “Why?”

“We’re going to use your little whore…and then you’re going to become one of us…now give me…your phone…and maybe I’ll only let the current brothers use her up and not the other pledges too.”

“She’s not yours.”

“I said give me your phone,” he growled, projecting his aura. Mike snarled, feeling the pressure of Curtis’ force, but he didn’t break, “Give me your phone, pledge…we’re going to use your whore.”

Mike snarled, and instead of reaching for his phone, he lashed out, launching his fist into Curtis’ jaw. The larger alpha stopped projecting his aura when his head snapped in the direction of where Mike’s fist pushed him. The laughter from the other Rho’s stopped as they realized that the pledge just hit their president.

A few of them started growling, until Curtis held his hand up. He stood back up to his full height and stared at the younger alpha, wiping some blood away from his lipt. The two of them seemed to glare for a few seconds, before Curtis’ look softened into a smile and he wrapped his arm around the alpha dragon, “that’s what a real alpha does. I’m proud of you kid!”

“What?”

“A real alpha is a man about these things!” Curtis cheered, messing with his hair, “stands up for his omega…whether she’s a human or not. Takes care of business. You get to bypass hell week kid…you’re one of us!”

Mike smiled, “r-really?”

“Hell yeah!” he grinned, “Pledge Kemp, grab Weiss a beer!”

The other pledge bolted, making his way into the house to accommodate what the bear was asking as the rest of his new brothers began congratulating him.

“Come on omega,” Curtis growled at the young, freshman gymnast, “present like the little bitch you are! DO IT!”

The gymnast, who was completely mortified, tried to ignore the alpha command, but as the muscles in his neck flexed and the veins started to pop, he wailed as his body forced itself over the bench, his ass arching high in the air so that he fulfilled the request, presenting for the bear.

“Please-Please, stop,” the omega whimpered as he clung to the bench, far too embarrassed to look at his aggressors, “j-just leave me alone. I didn’t do anyth-“

“Shut up, omega!” Lee growled, spitting on the man, “What you thinking, Curtis? Drag Storm in here, having him spine the omega bitch…have Bobby record it…you know Storm will fuck anything…even a worthless litt-“

“What the hell is going on?”

Curtis and Lee turned to see Mike dropping his gym bag at the door of the locker room and they instantly relaxed.

“You won’t believe this,” Lee laughed as he snarled at the omega who still clung to the bench, “little fucking omega gymnast here…took up space in the hockey teams lockers…”

“Why the fuck is he bent over the bench presenting for you?”

“Come on, Weiss…it’s just a little hazing to put the omega in his place…” Curtis laughed as he stalked towards the dragon, “what else is there to do with an omega that doesn’t know his place, other than fucking them into submission? We were gonna call Storm up and have Bobby record it…but I won’t judge if you wanna tap that…after all a good brother shares…speaking of sharing…when are we gonna get a little taste of your kitten?”

The omega in question whimpered as he looked away from the trio.

“Let him go,” Mike growled, his jaw twitching as he ignored Curtis’ former questions, “omega are you okay?”

Curtis’ head snapped to the younger dragon, “excuse me?”

“Don’t fucking treat him like he’s less than you because he’s an omega,” Mike growled. He looked at the omega in question, “get up and get dressed. Ignore anything they tell you and leave with me when you get dressed!”

“What the hell do you think that you’re doing?” Lee asked as he watched the omega scurry off with his bag towards another part of the locker room to get dressed.

“You’re going to let him go…” Mike said firmly, “and I’m going to make sure that you two don’t fuck with him again.”

“Look out…” Curtis laughed, “champion to whores and omegas alike…you fucking that worthless thing too? I know you’re not good at sharing. That why you got all pissy when you saw him presenting? You’re human whore isn’t enough so you have to fuck an omega too?”

Mike snarled at him, but the three settled down when the omega ran behind Mike, now fully clothed in his red sweatsuit, “you ready to go, omega?”

The man nodded and Mike turned.

“You walk out that door with him, you’re not a Rho, Weiss.”

“I don’t need to be a god damned Rho, you fucking prick,” he growled, leading the omega out by his elbow. The door slammed hard behind him, and he started walking with the omega out to the common area, “you got somewhere you can go? Somewhere safe I can take you?”

He nodded, unsure of what to say, “I-I’m pledging at the Sigma house….I-“

“I know where that is,” Mike confirmed, he started towards Greek Row, “they didn’t hurt you, did they? Because if they did I’ll take you to the medical wing or the hosp-“

“I-I’m fine,” the man said appreciatively, cutting the alpha off. He nodded and they walked for another second in silence, “th-thank you…not too many people would step in and help me…because you know…well...omega…and a guy…a lot of peop-“

“LANCE!”

Two men ran up to the pair and Mike snarled, immediately placing himself between the gymnast and the new people. He could smell that one of them was an alpha, and another was an omega.

“Do you know these people?”

“Ari…Steve…” he smiled, stepping forward. The gymnast turned back to Mike, “th-this is the vice president of the Sigmas, and the secretary. Ari…Steve…this is…”

“Mike…Mike Weiss…”

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Kinktober 2022, Day 4: Dacryphilia

Riled Up Again

Summary: your tears only rile him up more

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, size kink, degradation, teasing, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 810

Dacryphilia is a non-normative sexual interest in which sexual pleasure and arousal is derived from crying and/or tears

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Gulping, you take a step back from him, but Mike gives you that sly devilish smile. He wanted to destroy you. Wanted you to feel him for the rest of the week. You slowly start to shake your head no.

“Oh yes, Little One. You know you want it, so don’t be afraid,” Mike reaches around you to grab your arm, and twists you around, body in front of the full length mirror. “Look at how you’re trembling. You know this fear just turns me on, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” his brow raises as he watches your reflection.

“Yes, sir.”

You stare at his thick fingers as they start unbuttoning the front of your dress; one. button. at. a. time. Painfully slow with his slow methodical breaths blowing on your neck. You rub your thighs together, your body needing some friction, and Mike chuckles at you.

“Not so innocent are you?” you whimper up at him when the final button is undone, and he lets the cotton drift to the floor. “My sweet little slut, you better be glad I found you at home. You can’t go out in public with no underwear on,” he slaps at your tit causing you to back your ass into him, and you feel his hard length press into your back.

“Who were you wanting to see? Do you like the older ones like Tyler? Maybe those sweet baby faces like Carter and Bryce? No, Frank maybe with his raging breeding kink?” you whisper out his name, and he picks you up to throw on the bed.

Ripping off his own clothes, you yip when his cock bounces free of his boxers. His hand runs up your legs, before he starts pulling them apart, “Quit resisting, I gotta open you up. You need your head pounding in the headboard since you want to act like a little slut.”

He manages to pull your legs apart, and he stares at your throbbing pussy. Your arousal glistening on your thighs, coating your cunt, “You’re so ready for me to split you in half, aren’t you,” you nod your head at him with an innocent smile. “That’s fucking right. You’re always ready to take me.”

Crawling on the bed, you start to move where you want, forgetting that Mike puts you exactly how he wants you, “Stay there,” he grunts, pulling on your ankle to bring you closer to him. “Little One, you get what you get. I did try to warn you.”

Mike slaps his cock over your slit, before sliding it down to your tight channel. Pushing through your velvety walls, until he bottoms out. His cock right at your cervix, and you grip tight to the bedsheets.

“What’s wrong?” he laughs. Pulling himself out completely before slamming back into your wet heat. You yell out his name, but it only makes him do it again and again until your eyes go misty, and the tears break through, creating a beautiful saline waterfall on your face.

“Stop your crying, and take it like a good girl. You like it, don’t you? Love when your sir splits you in half.”

“I want more! Please give me more!”

“There ya go,” his voice low and raspy. Readjusting his weight so he can pummel his body into you. Leaving you a whimpering mess with each stab. “You like it when I get extra deep huh? Got your greedy little cunt fluttering around me. You needed this, huh, Little One?”

You feel every inch, every vein and crevice, every stretch of your walls, and every twitch of his cock. Overwhelmed with pained pleasure, and his weight over top of you. Every panting breath he takes because of his exertion and you sob out his name.

Flattening his tongue, he slowly licks up your cheek, humming at the salty sweet taste, “You’re tears are getting me closer. This sweet cunt is squeezing me so tight. So. Fucking. Tight,” emphasizing each word with a hard thrust into your body. Feeling him all the way in your throat.

When you let out a gurgled wail, “Sir!” you feel hot ribbons of his seed fill you to the brim, seeping out where the two of you connect.

“Good fucking girl,” his voice hoarse, but his movements turn smooth an warm. “Your sir is so proud of you, Little One. Although, I am sad you’re taking me better. You’re not crying as much.”

“It still stings, though. I just like the pain,” he gives you a long lingering kiss before pulling out. Watching himself leak out of your abused hole.

“That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Next group meeting, I want my cum dripping down your legs. Those young ones won’t be making a pass then.”

“You know I’m only yours. Except when…” you start to laugh again. That was such a fun time.

“Shh, can’t be getting me riled up again. Come on. Let’s get something to drink. I want that pussy squirting later.”

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The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: This chapter is a little Mike-centric.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of past drug addiction, talk about addiction/ADA groups

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Part 7

It’s an early morning, and yawn as you walk out of the kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. The brothers are still asleep, and it’s your day off at the bakery.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you frown deeply. Mike is pacing back and forth. He clutches his hands to his chest and exhales sharply.

“Mike?”

“Flower,” he pants, “good morning. How was your night?”

“I could you ask the same question,” you look Mike up and down. “You look a little pale. Is something wrong, Mike?”

“You know,” he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “some days are good, and others are…” Mike shakes his head and sniffs, “Others are bad…and then there are days which are the worst. Days in which you wish that you could still shoot the poison you were addicted to into your veins. I’m clean but…”

“Today is the worst,” you softly ask. “How can I help you, Mike? I know you don’t know me, but I want to help you.”

He shyly smiles at you, “I try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. I need to go to a meeting,” Mike shows you his phone, “but my phone doesn’t work. I got no signal, and my display is cracked.”

You feel your heart clench in your chest. Mike looks like a lost puppy, and you do the first thing that comes to your mind. “What?” He sniffs as you hug him tightly. “Flower?”

“Uh-sorry. I’m a hugger. You should get used to getting hugged, Mike,” he wraps one arm around you and enjoys the little attention you give him. “I can help you find a group.”

“What’s going on here?” Lloyd watches you hug his brother. He frowns and narrows his eyes. “What did our little chaos do this time?”

“Nothing,” Mike immediately says. “I swear.”

“We try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. Mike wants to go to a meeting,” you give Lloyd a stern look. Lloyd is still angry, and Mike is afraid to make one false step. “Do you want to help us?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “What can I do?”

“Can you look for a group? I’ll go with Mike. Maybe we can take the bus and…” Lloyd raises his hand, stopping you midsentence.

“Cupcake, you won’t take the bus,” he says. “Do you know how many crazy people you can meet on a bus? I’ll drive you and Mike. Now lemme find a good group. We don’t want him to talk to some losers getting him addicted again.”

Mike sighs deeply. “He doesn’t trust me,” he whispers. “He’ll never trust me again.”

“Nonsense,” you whisper and pat Mike’s back. “He’s your brother and loves you. We all make mistakes. Don’t worry. We are all going to support you.”

“I like you, flower. A lot,” he grins. “One day, I’ll show you all of my tattoos. Maybe I’ll get a new one only for you.”

“OH! If only I wasn’t scared of needles. I’d gotten a tattoo too,” you tell Mike. “I already said that didn’t I?”

“You are pretty without tattoos,” Lloyd grumbles. “Don’t let him talk you into getting tattoos.”

“You’ve got some too,” Mike grumbles. “You were the one paying for my first tattoo.”

Lloyd grins. “You cried like a baby, calling for Andy to hold your hand.”

“It’s not nice to make fun of people,” you say, and peck Mike’s cheek. “Lloyd, find a group or I’ll do it. Stop bugging Mike. He needs our support.”

Curtis chuckles. He watches you dismantle his cocky brother within a few seconds.

“Looks like Lloyd is in trouble,” he says to Andy. “So, do we help him or just enjoy the show?”

Andy’s features darken. He doesn’t like that you are still hugging his brother. If anyone deserves your attention in his opinion, it’s him.

“She shouldn’t hang her heart on him. He’s…”

“Our brother,” Jake reminds him. “Mike made mistakes but he’s our little chaos and I’m glad he found his way home. Now, stop moping. If anyone asks Y/N out first, it’s me. I was her friend before you even saw her.”

“Says who?” Ari and Andy grunt in unison, making Lloyd cackle.

“Dream on, sunshine. She’s going to be all mine…”

“It’s okay, Mike. We can just wait here,” Jake says as his brother hesitates to enter the building.

“Maybe we go with him,” you grab Mike’s hand, gently squeezing it to assure him that you are here for him. “Right? I mean…I don’t know how these things work.”

“I don’t think they will like it when we all storm into the room,” Andy throws in. “We can wait outside or pick him up later.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” instinctively, holding Mike’s hand tighter you take a step toward the door. “I could just tell them I’m an addict too. I mean, Jake made me addicted to his cupcakes.”

Jake grins. “Hey, don’t tell them I’m your dealer or they want my cupcakes too.”

“Guys, this is not helpful,” Ari grunts. “Mike needs to meet up with people who understand his problem. We can wait here and drive back home together.”

You clear your throat to keep the brothers from fighting again. “I’ll go with him, no discussion. He doesn’t know this group and meeting them on his own can be intimidating. I’ll tell them who I am and ask if it’s okay that I’m at the meeting with Mike.”

“Thank you, flower,” Mike whispers. “I think it’s not going to be a problem that you come with me.”

While you and Mike enter the building, the brothers start muttering and fighting again.

“Great job. Now he’s got an advantage,” Lloyd huffs. “He’s going to seduce my girl with his sob story.”

“Lloyd!” Jake tuts. “Can you just not? Mike has a problem and needs our help. Let’s not be assholes and support him. We are finally all back together and have this sweet girl in our life. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Agreed,” Curtis says. He’s not a man of many words, but he cannot deny that he’s got a thing for you.

“How was the meeting?” Andy asks as you walk back toward the mansion. “Did it help?”

“Y/N was the best,” Mike swoons. “Everyone immediately loved her. They are a great group. Some of them have been clean for years. I got a sponsor too.”

“I think this group is good for Mike,” you add. “They agreed on letting me come with him until he feels more comfortable attending the meetings alone.”

You look at the brothers, frowning as you get the feeling someone is watching you.

“I’ll drive you,” Lloyd hastily says. “Just tell me where and when.”

“It’s the same place every time,” Andy rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “Get a hold of yourself, Lloyd. You can stop hitting on Y/N. She’s going to be mine.”

“What?” You blink a few times as they look at you. “Did I miss something? I added the next appointments to the calendar on my phone.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” Ari gives Andy a death glare. “Andy asked if you are hungry. We can order food and have another movie night.”

“Attention! You are surrounded. Let Y/N Y/L/N go, and no one will get harmed!!!”

“What? I—” You jolt up on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you try to fathom what’s happening. You dozed off, and now someone is yelling your name.

“What the fuck?” Jake lifts his head from your lap, groaning as someone yells your name from outside the mansion. “Who is yelling?”

“Fuck you, you fucker,” Lloyd steps on the balcony. “What do you want, asshat? It’s two am and I was about to dream about fucking the cutest girl I ever met. Who are you?”

“Here is Captain America, and you are holding my assistant hostage!” Steve steps toward the gate, pointing his index finger at Lloyd. “Let her go. Unharmed and no one will get harmed.”

“You already said that sunshine,” Lloyd cackles. “Now get fucked, dude. Y/N is here with us because she’s got enough of your stiff ass and limp dick. Now, if you would excuse me, I’ll go back to eating her sweet muffin.”

“I’m warning you, Sir,” Steve raises his voice. He looks at Lloyd standing on the balcony in nothing but his boxer briefs. Steve imagines the worst things happening to you while held hostage at the mansion. “I’ll free her using force if you don’t send her out.”

“Fuck off, buddy,” Ari joins his brother to laugh about Steve’s antics. “Y/N is our friend, and you won’t ever see her again. We know what you did to her!”

“Go home, loser,” Jake and Curtis say in unison. “We got better things to do than looking at your ugly ass.”

“Sir, I must ask you to leave our property. You are breaking the law if you try to enter our home by force,” Andy, ever the lawyer says. “Leave now.”

“Fuck off!” Lloyd points a finger gun at Steve, “Or I’ll make you fuck off, buddy. We don’t need a fake hero on our ground.”

“Lloyd, stop riling that guy up,” Mike tries to stop his brothers from starting a war with Captain America. “Just ignore him.”

“Like hell,” Curtis grunts. “That bastard comes here and accuses us of kidnapping and holding Y/N hostage.”

“Maybe I can make him leave,” you sigh deeply. You didn’t want to see Steve again, but to protect the brothers you’d do anything. “Let me handle this.”

Mike follows you out of the living room before his brothers can stop you. He holds your hand as you walk out of the mansion to face the man making you feel worthless and small.

You let go of Mike's hand to grip the bars of the gate, looking Steve straight in the eyes.

“Captain, I’m here on free terms,” you glare at Steve as he grips his shield tighter at your words. “The brothers are my friends. Unlike other people, they only ever treated me with respect. No one is going to hurt me here or force me to do things I don’t want to do. Now, if you would kindly get fucked…”

You twirl around, walking back inside the mansion.

“You heard the lady,” Mike shrugs. “You had your chance and fucked up. Y/N is under our protection so go and bang that bitch you chose over my flower…”

Part 9

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Barber & Weiss ~ Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.7K

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Expletive use. References to drug dealing, drug use, and embezzlement. Dubious consent, mild coercion, sexual blackmail, contract for sex as repayment, theft. Explicit sexual content to include face-sitting and double penetration.

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Summary: You run the office at Barber & Weiss and love your job and employers. When your drug-dealing boyfriend gets in trouble with a loan shark, you’re hesitant to embezzle money from the law firm to bail him out. But he promises you he’ll be able to return the money quickly, before someone notices it’s gone. What’s going to happen to you when your boyfriend is arrested and your bosses know about your theft?

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The day your firm won the Fields’ case was cause for celebration.

The three of you had spent many nights at Andy’s house working long hours on that case, going over endless possibilities and theories. Mike could unearth anything anyone tried to keep hidden with uncanny precision. Last week he had brought a huge dry-erase board over to Andy’s house, marking it up with your combined ideas.

Andy didn’t seem to mind that. He got into it. Did it bother him Mike ended up shirtless in those suspenders he loved so much?

It did. Oh, you could tell. Eventually, it was time for each evening to end. You stayed there with Andy, and neither you nor Mike missed the smirk he wore as he watched his partner leave each night.

Yeah, there was some underlying tension there as the weeks passed.

As the court dates approached, the three of you spent a lot of time together working on that vital case there in Andy’s home. The evening usually ended the same way. The three of you in the guest room. In the living room. In the kitchen. One night they laid you out on Andy’s dining room table like a buffet, tormented and fucked you until you were dozing. You slept through someone carrying you to bed, slept through to the next morning.

It was a tired you’d grown accustomed to. You yawned there at your desk, waiting for them to get back. You probably could have learned the verdict of the case on social media. But you couldn’t fool either of them. Especially, Andy. They’d know if your reaction to the verdict wasn’t genuine and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

Mike strutted into the office first that evening and you grinned. Andy followed him, barely holding back a smile and confirming your suspicions.

“You won?” you asked excitedly.

“We won,” Andy told you, grinning.

Running out from behind the desk, you gave each of them a hug. You had to keep it polite because there were others in the office. A couple of secretaries, various interns. It was the reason all three of you made an effort not to act any differently than you had before your private arrangement.

It was almost the end of the day. All of you who worked for the firm gathered as the two of them went over the verdict and the likely sentencing. They thanked you all for your efforts and told you all to go home early.

When you caught Andy’s eye, thinking to go back to your desk, he winked at you. “That goes for you too.”

Really?

You went back around your desk to get your things. Andy followed you.

“We’ll be right behind you,” he said low in your ear. Then he pressed a credit card into your hand. “Order takeout. Anything you want. We’re celebrating tonight.”

You smiled, nodded. “Thank you.”

You left with the others, getting in your car, and headed first for the store to get some things you were aware you needed. Your mind was on what would make a good dinner tonight. Winning the case was special.

In the last few weeks since your arrangement began, you were learning a lot about your bosses. Mike loved spicy food, lighter and healthier dishes. Then he indulged in expensive scotch. Andy favored decadent dishes, rich in flavor and heavier. His poison was good whiskey, particularly fine bourbon.

When it came to sex? You grinned to yourself as you thought about their individual preferences there.

Your younger boss was up for anything all the time. He enjoyed tormenting you with his mouth and hands until you were incoherent mess and then he’d fuck you. Mike loved pushing you to the edge until you were in tears, until you were so eager for the release he withheld from you that you’d beg him to let you come. And if you tried to get Andy to intercede for you, he’d get Andy to hold you down and torture you even more.

Andy was a little older and more romantic. It was important to him to set the mood. Even on crazy busy nights when you were all sorting through notes, trying to find a new angle on the case, it was the little things Andy did. He’d sit next to you on the couch, pull your feet into his lap to massage them and he was so good at that. When he knew you were tired from a long day at the office, or from their attentions the night before, he’d serve you dinner or run you a bath. Andy enjoyed sex as much as any man, but he appreciated intimacy. And he had the advantage of having you live in his home. No matter how the evening went, if Andy was there, you felt taken care of, safe.

More than once you felt grateful that it was a temporary arrangement and that feelings weren’t involved. How would a woman ever choose between the two gorgeous men?

As you got back into your car, some ideas came to you. You were so caught up in coming up with a celebratory dinner, that you weren’t as aware of your surroundings as you should have been.

There was a wonderful Spanish restaurant that Andy talked about, but you’d never been there. The staff were so friendly. All you’d had to do was drop Andy’s name and they helped you put together a dinner of sumptuous, exotic Catalan coast seafood. They’d even sold you white wine that they recommended with the meal. Oh, it cost a fortune but from what they told you it was light and flavorful which would make Mike happy. But it was upscale and from one of Andy’s favorite restaurants.

In short, you were pretty damn proud of yourself.

It wasn’t until you’d pulled up in the driveway with everything that you felt it. You felt like someone was watching you.

Before it could occur to you to be nervous about that, Andy pulled in behind you with Mike next to him in his Audi. They were talking away in there, no doubt still preening about the case. Everything else was forgotten as you climbed out of your car, running around to the other side to grab dinner.

Strong arms came around, grabbing the larger bags. Andy snuck a kiss before letting you get the rest.

“I love your idea for dinner,” he told you. That smile had your heart racing. You loved making Andy happy. Of the two of them, he was always harder to impress.

“I was hoping so,” you told them, smiling.

Mike led the way, opening the door and disabling the alarm system. The case was all they could talk about as you all headed for the kitchen, working together to get dinner unpacked and served up. Mike was quick to get into the wine, encouraging you to drink up as you helped get everything plated.

Over dinner, they told you how everything went leading up to the verdict. Both were pretty proud of themselves, and they deserved to be. You’d all been working on the case for months.

“With this we should be able to get bigger cases,” Mike mused as the three of you got seated at the dining room table. “This is next level.”

Andy cocked a brow at him. He was always the realist, but he was having a trouble keeping a smile from his lips at the thought. “Maybe so,” he said after a moment.

“We can take on other cases that matter,” Mike pointed out. “We’ve got a winning team.”

You had to agree with that. Each of them was good lawyers but together? They were a pretty formidable force in the courtroom.

You raised your glass to them. “The best team I’ve ever worked for.”

They cut each other a look and you quickly took a drink. You’d meant it. Or did they think you only said it because of the arrangement?

Andy shook his head. “You’re part of this team. You put in as many hours as we did on the Fields case. Not sure we could have pulled it off without you.”

You had to laugh. “I’m not a brilliant lawyer like the two of you. If I was able to help, I’ll take that.”

“You’re still important to us,” Mike told you, charming you with a grin.

By the time you’d finished eating, you were all a couple of glasses of wine in, which was plenty for you. Still, you gathered the dishes and tried to clean up. You’d just put your own plate in the sink when someone pressed into you from behind and carefully took it from your hands and placed it in the sink.

Heated kisses pressed into the side of your neck. Something else that was heated pressed into your lower back.

“Leave them,” Mike purred into your ear.

Andy had said you were all celebrating tonight. What did they have in mind for you?

When Mike ground himself into you, you shivered. All their attentions over the last few weeks had you conditioned to their touch. There were times in the office when one of them winked at you passing by your desk and you turned into a needy puddle in your chair.

What had you become?

Normally, this was the part where they took this to Andy’s guest room unless one or both of them were too impatient. But something felt different tonight, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Mike’s hands slid up your waist, sliding over your breasts as he continued to layer kisses down your neck. Your thighs clenched in anticipation, you just couldn’t help it.

When Mike scooped you up to carry bridal style, you licked your lips to watch Andy loosen his tie and pull it free from his shirt. He followed Mike who carried you back into the living room where Andy had built a nice fire in the fireplace. It was cooler this evening, the chill of fall in the air.

When Andy went to pull the drapes closed, you knew they meant to stay there. It wasn’t the first time. But the coffee table had been moved and a comforter had been put down in front of the fire.

Carefully lowering you onto it, you shivered at the warmth from the cheery blaze in front of you. From the hunger in two sets of blue eyes on you.

What were they up to?

“Hang on,” Mike told you, dashing out of the room.

Andy toed off his shoes and sat next to you on the comforter. His smile did things to your insides as he toyed with the strap of your dress shoes, careful in removing it. Then he removed the other, pressing a kiss to your knee as he did.

As his hands smoothed up your calves, fingertips just skimming under the hem of your skirt, Mike returned with the unopened bottle of wine in an ice-filled bucket. There were three fresh glasses in his hand.

“You’re trying to get me drunk,” you teased them. “Is that it?”

“No.” Andy crawled closer, a long arm reaching behind you to unzip your skirt. “Today was a good day for us. Tonight is all about you.”

Really?

Mike filled a glass for you, held it to your lips as Andy worked the skirt down your body. The wine was sweet on your tongue, almost as sweet as the grin Andy wore when he saw what was under your skirt.

And what wasn’t under there.

Hooking one long finger at the edge of your black stocking, he pulled it to snap back against your skin. The lace tops gripped your thighs, but there were no panties to hide the glistening flesh between them. You sucked in a breath at the excited look that earned you.

“The whole day?” Andy wondered aloud with a grin.

You nodded. “If we didn’t win the Fields case, I thought maybe it would cheer you up.”

And you were a little nervous about it because you’d never done anything like that in your entire life.

Mike joined the two of you on the comforter, encouraging you to finish your wine. Once you had, he took the glass from you with one hand as the other slid up your thigh and into your wet heat. You gasped as his fingers explored you, teasing circles around your clit.

“You’ve been thinking about celebrating too, huh?” Mike looked so pleased.

Leaning in, Mike claimed your lips in a heated kiss as Andy moved closer. Someone was unbuttoning your blouse as Andy’s lips teased your neck. The brush of whiskers and heated lips, the feel of Andy’s hands as he pulled off your blouse and bra pushed up the need you’d battled all day. Had your body weeping, clenching for them.

You’d never been that into sex until now. Before sex was good, depending on your partner, but it had been almost as transactional as your current situation. Sex helped you move things from a hook up to a relationship. Maybe one day you’d find someone that cared about you, wanted to spend their life with you. If the sex was good, all the better.

Now? Either of your lawyers could make you melt with a glance.

Two sets of hands skimmed over your body, and you shivered. When Mike’s lips blazed a trail down your jaw to your neck, Andy’s mouth claimed yours as a finger traced around one of your nipples. When it tightened into a hard little peak, he covered it with his mouth. As Mike chained kisses over your neck and shoulder, he slid a finger into your channel. And you tried to clench around that digit. It wasn’t enough.

You didn’t mean for the whine to escape your lips, but it did. Mike eased back from you with a knowing smirk. His fingers made quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he stripped it off. While Andy teased your breast, his fingers skimming the tender flesh at your inner thigh, Mike resumed teasing your pussy. When he slid two fingers inside you, teasing your walls, you were breathless and needy.

Mike stole a kiss. “Want to try something new tonight?” he whispered against your lips.

Andy paused at the question before stripping off his own shirt.

Mike’s fingers slid in and out of you in a way he knew would make you squirm. His lips were warm on yours.

“Use your words, beautiful,” he prompted you.

“What did you… want to try?” you managed to ask.

His large fingers pulled free of you, and you whined again. A single finger slid on the wetness between your lower lips, carefully, and slid back to your other entrance. You froze at the unfamiliar touch.

You didn’t miss the warning look Andy shot him. Wrapping his arms around you, he eased you back into his solid warmth. His lips were gentle on your shoulder. “Easy,” he whispered.

Mike was nothing if not tenacious. His finger lightly traced around that tight ring as he brushed more careful kisses over your lips.

“Never tried anything like that, huh?” he asked.

“No,” you whispered as his finger continued his campaign.

“Mike…” Andy started.

Pulling back to gaze into your eyes, Mike’s smile was gentle. “Want to try? If you really don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

Andy cut him another look.

“I’ll stop,” he corrected. “But if you relax, and trust me, this just might be amazing for all three of us.”

It was then when it occurred to you what he wanted. And Andy wasn’t interfering yet. You knew he absolutely would if he thought you were uncomfortable. It was the biggest reason that you nodded.

“Lay back, Andy,” Mike directed.

And Andy did, keeping his gaze on you. His gaze was caring, willing you to trust him.

“Okay, baby,” Mike purred in your ear. “Why don’t you sit on Andy’s face? Be a good girl for him while I go get something.”

Tipsy on lust and wine, you didn’t resist when they moved you over Andy. Embarrassment burned and gave way to desire as his strong hands wrapped around your thighs and situated you just where he wanted you. With his mouth, he started burning you down. The tip of his tongue traced around your clit until you were fighting his hold. He held you there to tease around your entrance, making you desperate for more in a short period of time.

You weren’t even aware that Mike had returned until you felt him behind you, the heat of his excitement drawing your attention to the way his hands skimmed over your back, feather light. While Andy took you apart with his mouth, started fucking you with that talented tongue, Mike had goose flesh rising down your back. Those hands smoothed over your hips, and ass. The delicacy of his touch combined with the wicked slide of Andy’s tongue to make you crazy. Your hands clawed at Andy’s thick hair, and you unwittingly moved your hips with him, wanting more of that.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the small white tube in Mike's hand. When Mike’s finger slid slowly between the globes of your ass, you shivered. Tingles of pleasure were already racing through your bloodstream from Andy’s efforts. That finger was slick, circling the untried ring of your ass with care. Mike kept that touch light, tempting.

Their attentions pushed you to the edge of release. You were a desperate thing straddling Andy’s face with Mike’s finger pushing carefully into your other opening. You felt good. You were so close…

Pressing up against you, Mike’s heat seeped into you. His lips teased your ear. “You gonna come on Andy’s tongue, beautiful?”

You gasped when he pulled the lobe of your ear between his lips. His finger pushed a little deeper into your ass.

“The sooner you come for us, the sooner you can ride his cock, baby,” Mike whispered. “I know you want him to fill that little pussy right now.”

Between those words and Andy’s teasing tongue, you came hard. Your cries had Andy moaning into the center of you, intensifying the waves that shook you to your core. While you rode out that euphoria, Mike worked a second finger into your ass. By the time you were aware of that slight stretch and burn, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It did remind you how empty your pussy felt.

Mike held you there and you felt Andy shifting beneath you. He was frantically undoing his slacks, pushing them down with his boxers. With Mike’s help, he eased you down his body until you felt the heated stalk of his cock against the wet flesh that craved it.

“Andy, please…” you begged. You wanted more and Mike’s teasing fingers were doing a lot to push your craving higher.

“I’ve got you,” Andy whispered with your juices shining off his lips and beard. His color was high as he positioned you over his cock, he and Mike guiding you to sink down on it. Andy stretched your walls, filled you up just the way you needed right now.

You were so full, rotating your hips to take all of Andy and reveling in how fucking wonderful he felt. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to slowly start moving on him. Your movements didn’t dislodge Mike’s fingers. The fullness as he pressed a third finger into you, combined with Andy’s length, had your heart racing in excitement.

Like any woman, you’d thought about taking two men at once. You never thought you’d ever have the opportunity. But as you slid up and down on Andy’s cock and Mike’s fingers fucked your ass, you wanted more. You needed more.

When those fingers left you, you unapologetically whined. Andy took advantage of the moment to fuck up into you with firm quick strokes. You heard the sound of a zipper, felt Mike shifting behind you. When he moved behind you, pressing the head of himself at the opening of your ass you froze. Andy slowed down, his heated gaze meeting yours.

“Anything hurts,” he said in a breathy voice, “or you don’t like it, tell me. We’ll stop.”

You were struggling to breathe as Mike pushed past that tight ring. It stung.

“Tell me you understand,” Andy said gently.

You winced, as Mike’s slick cock pushed in a little further. But you nodded.

You clenched around Andy as Mike worked his way into you. It was uncomfortable at first and your hands clutched Andy’s shoulders tightly.

“Look at me,” Andy bid you. “Breathe, okay? Breathe. Try to relax.”

You did and once Mike was fully seated in you, the sting eased. When Mike began to move, he slid easily enough with the help of the lubricant. Andy watched you but didn’t move, allowing you to adjust.

“Oh, fuck,” Mike muttered behind you. “Your ass feels incredible, baby.”

It was feeling a lot better and after a couple of moments, you were moving with him. At that, Andy started moving in you again and the feeling of being impaled on both of them was unreal. The thought of what you were doing made you a slave to whatever they wanted. Two sets of hands gripped your ass. Two cocks worked into you, hitting every pleasure point you possessed.

Mike’s hand clutched in your hair, using it to pull your head back. With your neck bared to his teasing mouth, he took advantage as Andy bounced you on his cock. Mike worked into you from behind with care. You could tell he was holding back.

“You’re so good to us, baby,” Mike whispered into your skin. “Taking us both. You look so good riding our cocks… You feel like heaven.”

Andy, like you, seemed beyond speech. His lips gaped open as he watched you, pulling you down on his cock again and again. When he eased you down to him, his mouth claimed yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. When you couldn’t breathe anymore, you broke the kiss. Andy dipped his head to capture one of your nipples with his mouth. The wet lash of his tongue had you unraveling again, clenching around both of them as the orgasm rode you as hard as your two lovers were.

You were wilted between them, but they weren’t done. Their motions intensified as they chased their own release. Lying against Andy, you let them dominate you as they thrust into you faster and faster.

Mike reached his end first, pulling free of you and shooting his warm release all over your ass. Andy stayed seated inside of you, his cock punching up into you until a sob tore from his throat and he pumped his release into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

Andy’s heart was a steady cadence in your ear once you collapsed over him. His breath was as rushed as yours and his hands skimmed over your back with infinite care. Soft kisses pressed into your hair as he held you.

You felt the linen of Mike’s shirt as he wiped his release from your skin. Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You knew he was about to leave and you felt bad you were so out of it at the moment.

“You heading out?” Andy’s voice was a rumble beneath you.

“I think I’ll crash here for the night,” Mike sounded tired.

Andy’s hands froze. Blowing out a sigh, he rolled to his side and eased you onto the comforter. You stretched, got comfortable. Andy pulled the comfort over you to keep you from being chilled without him.

“I’ll be back for cuddles in just a minute,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your ear. You heard a little shuffling before you drifted off to sleep.

***

Andy pulled on his slacks as he led Mike from the living room. It wasn’t a conversation their girl needed to hear.

His girl.

Mike had pulled on his boxers, followed Andy to his home office.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, the smell of her was all over him, Andy regarded his partner.

“Is there a problem?” Mike asked, arms folded across his tatted chest. “With me staying over?”

“We didn’t talk about that,” Andy pointed out.

“There are a lot of things we didn’t talk about,” Mike came back.

Andy shook his head, heading for the mini bar to the side of his desk. He knew where this was going. He just didn’t want to have this discussion.

“Such as?” he asked, pulling out two glasses and pouring bourbon.

“When we came up with this, deal,” Mike said, “I guess I just assumed we’d get equal time with her.”

Handing him a glass, Andy drank from his own. “You know why she has to stay here, Mike. Your place isn’t safe. No offense.”

His partner nodded, his gaze dropped. He had no argument to make there.

“That’s why I don’t see why my staying here is a problem,” Mike went on. “It would give me more time with her. Even the playing field.”

“You want more sex?” Andy tried, hoping that was what Mike was getting at but suspecting that wasn’t his motivation.

“No. I want more time with her,” Mike explained. “It’s not just about sex. Not anymore. She’s more than that to me.”

Andy knew.

“I don’t know,” Andy stalled, having more bourbon.

“What’s the problem?” Mike wanted to know. “We have three-way sex pretty often. Why would actually sleeping together be an issue?”

Mike went further than Andy expected. He could see the younger lawyer asking to sleep next to her in the guest room. But was he really suggesting they all share a bed?

Tired as he was, Andy’s mind still spun. “Here and there I guess it would be okay. But often? People talk.”

Mike rolled his eyes, setting the glass of alcohol on Andy’s desk untouched. “How many nights have I been over here until midnight or after, huh? We’re partners in a law firm. No one would give a shit.”

“I really don’t want some of your friends showing up,” Andy admitted. "I don't want them around her."

“Fuck, are you really going to bring up Ali stopping by here last week?” Mike asked, his frustration growing. “It wasn’t drugs. I paid him to dig up some dirt for me. It was part of the reason we won the case today in case you don't remember.”

“I still don’t want anyone like that around my house,” Andy warned. “Or her.”

That stopped him, had Mike pacing and raking a hand through his sandy hair.

“Look,” Mike said after a minute. “When we came up with this idea, it sounded great. But I didn’t immediately grasp the advantages you have in this situation. I want more.”

Draining his glass, Andy regarded his partner.

“She can’t be at my place,” Mike said before he could. “I know that. But I’m sick of being a guest star in the bedroom while we ride this contract out. I want equal time. I deserve that.”

“Mike,” Andy struggled with what he wanted to say. “If I agree to this, it’s just until the six months is up.”

Mike stopped, his brows rose. “And then?”

Andy blew out an exhale.

“And then the contract is up,” Andy told him. “She will have kept her end of the arrangement. She’s then free to do what she wants. Choose who she wants.”

Andy just hoped to God she chose him.

“That include living here?” Mike demanded.

Yes. Andy hoped she’d want to stay.

Mike shook his head. “I can’t match that. And I’m… I’m sorry, I’m not willing to just let you have her.”

“Excuse me?”

“I have a lot to offer her too.” Mike meant it.

Andy knew he did and he was younger.

But how were they going to deal with the situation?

“So how does this play out?” Andy threw it back at him.

Mike studied him for a moment, thinking. That razor-sharp mind was going a mile a minute. It was one of Mike’s strengths. And weaknesses. Mike so easily got lost in his head. Feelings? He didn’t navigate so well.

“When the contract is over,” Mike said finally, “we leave it up to her.”

Oh, it sounded good. But Andy knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“Whoever she chooses, the other one just needs to accept it,” Mike said flatly. And with the way his chin lifted when he said it, Andy knew he intended for their girl to choose him.

Andy nodded.

But he had a very different plan.

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