#andy has unbuckled him!

[sacredjake]

After Dark

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

word count: 11.5k

warnings: 18+ MDNI! alcohol, cussing, teensy bit of blood, violence, a guy being a creep, smut, oral (m. & f. receiving), slight face fucking, fingering, thigh riding, daddy kink, spit play, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly). let me know if i missed anything!!!

a/n: first danny fic, yay!!! this was inspired by Something In Your Mouth by Nickleback (of course) and snowballed into this after i watched Burlesque a few weeks ago. almost 12k later, here we are. i hope y’all like it, i’m pretty proud with it being my second smut. enjoy <3

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“C’mon, Sam, can we please just go home? I really do not want to go in there.” Danny groaned from the passenger seat of Sam’s car as they pulled up to the club.

“Oh relax, Daniel. You’re gonna have a good time. Don’t be such a prude.” Sam threw the car in park, the giant neon sign illuminating the inside of the vehicle. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened up the driver door, stepping out into the chilly night.

With another groan Danny followed Sam’s movement and stepped out of the car. He wasn’t necessarily opposed to going into a burlesque club, but he just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

All he wanted to do was go home and put on his favorite show before calling it an early night and going to bed. Clearly Sam had other ideas that did not involve getting home before midnight. Sam had been begging Danny to go to this club with him for a while now, claiming that he had heard really good things about it from one of the roadies.

“It’s a classy place man, this is right up our alley.” They walked into the dimly lit building and were met with a small ticket stand with an employee who eagerly welcomed them inside. They purchased their tickets and continued further into the venue to find a low key place to sit. The inside was nice, burgundy curtains adorned the walls, small, black circular tables and mixed-matched chairs filled the open floor. Matching booths were nestled in the back corners of either side of the room with a black top bar in center also at the back.

Sam chose a booth in the back near the bar in case a fan happened to be in attendance, and slid in as Danny stopped at the end of the table.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink from the bar. Do you want anything?” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the bar behind him as he spoke. If Sam was gonna drag him here, he at least wanted to have a drink.

“Uh, yeah, can you grab me a tequila sour?” Danny nodded his head yes in response and made his way to the bar top. He leaned on the counter, elbows just resting against the cool top waiting for the bartender to come up.

“Ugh, Andi, I don’t care if he has a lot of money! I’m a performer, not a sugar baby, I don’t want his gifts!” Danny shifted his head towards you, curious of the situation that was going on just at the end of the bar.

You had an elegant black gift box in front of you on the bar with white tissue paper spilling over the sides. He couldn’t see the contents, but could tell whatever was inside must’ve been an expensive gift.

You shoved the tissue paper back inside the box and firmly placed the lid back on before sliding it towards Andi. “Tell him I don’t want his gifts, and that I can’t be bought.” Andi shook her head, taking the box off the counter, and placing it out of sight to be returned to the mystery pursuer.

“And can I please get a green tea shot? I need it after dealing with all this bullshit.” You pleaded with Andi, pinching the bridge of your nose and giving her puppy dog eyes. Performers weren’t supposed to drink before they went on, which you were very much aware of, but like you said, you needed it.

“If I get fired for serving you right before you hit the stage, I’m selling you out to Monica.” Andi rolled her eyes at you and you offered her a grateful smile.

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just gonna have to wait a bit, cause I have a real customer who’s been patient with us.” Andi nodded her head in the direction of a man who was standing towards the middle of the bar. His body was leaned slightly over the counter facing the back of the bar, but his eyes were trained on you, his mouth pulled into a side smile. He gave you a curt wave when your eyes caught his and you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was.

His dark brown hair rested at his collarbones in gorgeous curls, and because of the way he was standing, his biceps were flexed, showing off his muscles. You felt your cheeks heat under his gaze and returned the smile and wave. As Andi walked over to him, he stood straighter showing off his true height and stature. He was tall, and broad, and had some of the largest hands you had seen as they shifted to grip the edge of the bar, leaning his weight into them.

“What can I do for you, sugar?” His attention turned to Andi as she made her way over.

“Can I get a tequila sour, an old fashioned, and two green tea shots?” He gestured his head towards you at the mention of the shots, “Wouldn’t want her to be late on the stage.” He turned back to you and winked.

“Sure thing.” Andi smiled and turned away to make the shots, but not before mouthing an ‘Oh My God!’ to you. It wasn’t uncommon for men to buy you drinks or shots, but for them to be this attractive? You were definitely intrigued. You walked towards the man to introduce yourself and thank him for the shot.

“Tequila sour, huh? Doesn’t seem like your kind of drink.” You giggled lightly once you approached him. He turned his body to you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not,” He chuckled, “It's for my buddy. The old fashioned is for me.” He tossed his head over his shoulder a bit, roughly signaling where his friend was sitting.

“Ah,” You nodded, playfully eyeing him up and down, “My kind of guy.”

Andi set the shots on the counter in front of the two of you before he had a chance to respond. “Two green tea shots, bottoms up!” She turned back around to finish making the other drinks he ordered.

You grabbed the small glass off the sticky countertop, holding it out between the two of you. He mirrored your action and you tapped your glass to his before downing the shot easily and holding his eyes.

You could feel the liquor warming you instantly along with his sultry gaze as he downed his shot. You set the glass on the counter still holding his eyes with a coy smile on your face.

“Thank you…” Your sentence drifted off, hoping he would fill in his name.

“Danny,” He smiled back at you with slightly hooded eyes as he placed the shot next to yours, the glass looking tiny in his hands, “It was my pleasure, and you are?”

From the music that played you could tell that the previous performance was wrapping up, and you knew you were cutting it close to show time, especially since you weren’t in costume yet. You gave him a teasing smile, your thumb resting at your lips as you your teeth toyed with your nail for a moment. Danny’s attention was solely on your thumb at your mouth, his cheeks flushed ever so lightly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You whispered, his eyes snapping back up to yours at the sound of your voice, and your thumb leaving your mouth. You smirked at him, shooting him a wink before sauntering backstage to get ready.

Danny watched your form as you walked to the back of the stage. He shook his head and blinked himself out of the trance you put him in once you disappeared behind a door. With a dumb smile on his face, he paid his tab, grabbed his and Sam’s drinks, and walked back to their booth.

“It’s about time, geez, did they have to plant and grow the fruit?” Sam exasperated as Danny finally arrived back at the table. Sam took his drink from his best friend, scooting in further so Danny had a good view of the stage.

“Relax, it didn’t take that long. One of the dancers was talking with the bartender about something and I bought her a shot.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his old fashioned. Sam nearly choked on his drink, sputtering and looking at Danny with wide eyes.

“You bought her a shot?”

Danny turned and looked at Sam, eyes basically bugging out of his skull.

“That’s what I just said, yes.”

“Man, she must be hot. You’ll have to point her out!” Danny rolled his eyes and turned his attention back on to the stage. The house lights had started to dim not too long after, eventually shrouding the room in darkness.

A familiar song started to play through the surround sound in the space. As the curtain raised, Danny recognized the song, After Dark by Tito & Tarantula. Immediately he spotted you sharing center stage with another girl. You were wearing a red corset top with black lace accents, a black ruffled mini skirt with bows placed on each hip bone, black feathers laying over top red ones on the sides of your hips, and a black fishnet garter.

Danny’s mouth parted as he took you in, not understanding how you could be sexier than before. Meanwhile Sam was trying to guess which one you were. He followed Danny’s line of sight and landed on you.

“Is that her? On center stage to the right?”

All Danny could offer him was a slow nod, closing his mouth and swallowing thickly. There was no other girl on the stage. His eyes were glued to you as you danced, every move drawing him in more. He had barely blinked, afraid he was going to miss something, heart pounding.

Towards the end of the dance you did something that he could only assume was meant for him. You had run your hand down the opposite side of your face, drawing your thumb across your lips before taking in between your teeth, closing your lips around the digit and languidly pulling it out. Although it was brief, Danny had latched on to the movement and suppressed a moan that threatened to leave his mouth.

When the routine ended you had blown a kiss towards the back in the general direction of where Danny was sitting. You had been silently hoping he caught on to the little surprise you gave him. And he did. In fact, he was hanging on to it, replaying the way you looked with something in your mouth.

The rest of the night, Danny waited on the edge of his seat hoping to see you on the stage again. Of course you couldn’t be in every number, but you were in a few more, and his eyes never left you each time. Eventually the curtain closed on your last performance of the night, and after touching up your makeup, you changed into some leggings, a comfy shirt and your favorite sneakers. It was time for a drink.

You hopped up into the barstool at the end of the counter and waited as Andi made the rest of her drink orders. Looking around as you waited you spotted Danny sitting next to another man in the corner booth at the other end of the bar. His focus was on the stage and he seemed to be waiting for something. When the next number started you realized that he had been waiting to see you appear on the stage. His shoulders slumped when he didn’t see you, turning his gaze down to his drink and swirling it lightly, moving the glass around on the table.

It wasn’t until his friend sitting to his right noticed you staring and caught Danny’s attention with a gentle backhand to his bicep. His head turned to see what his friend wanted and then shifted towards the bar after receiving only a nod in your direction in response. After a few moments, Danny finally landed on you, a smile tugging up the right side of his mouth. You waved at him, wiggling your fingers in a teasing way hoping it would entice him enough to join you.

He leaned in to say something to his friend before standing up from the booth and heading over to you. Before he could reach you, Andi had finished up with her customer and beat him to you.

“He was watching you the entire time, y/n.” She whispered, picking up a glass and setting it on the bar to make your usual drink.

“Good, I had a feeling.” You hushed back as Danny approached.

“May I?” He gestured to the open seat on your left with a small smile and cocked eyebrow.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” You picked up your drink and played with the two tiny cocktail straws as you spoke before taking a sip. Once again, his gaze had drifted down to your mouth as you toyed with the plastic.

“Then I guess I must. I wouldn’t want to offend you.” He chuckled and slid onto the barstool, gaining Andi’s attention. You waited while he ordered his drink of choice, another old fashioned. He thanked Andi for the drink before turning back to you.

“You put on quite the show here.” Danny gestured around the room with a lazy hand. While he seemed to be talking about the Burlesque club in general, you had a sneaking suspicion he was also talking about you.

“Why thank you, Danny.” He smiled a little wider at your recollection of his name. “What brought you in tonight?” You set your glass on the bar, swirling the ice around with the straws. Danny huffed a quiet laugh with a shake of his head.

“Actually, my best friend dragged me here. I was ready to go home, get in bed, maybe watch a show before going to sleep early for once.”

“Ah, so he kind of ruined your night?” The teasing tone of your voice was apparent in your reply, but Danny wanted to play along.

“Oh yeah, big time. And then when I came up to the bar, I had to wait for this gorgeous woman to stop talking to her friend so I could order my drink.” You felt a blush rise in your cheeks at being called gorgeous by one of the most attractive men you’ve seen.

“That’s unbelievable, how dare she?”

You were smiling at him with twinkling eyes, obviously enjoying the little game. He hummed in agreement before going on.

“Well, it seemed like she was having a bad night, so me being the ever so kind gentleman I am, I bought her a shot.” He waved his glass in the air as he talked, adding character to his story.

“But get this! She wouldn’t even tell me her name!”

You gasped dramatically with a hand over your chest. “That bitch!”

The two of you busted out into a small fit of laughter at your exclamation. You winded down and took another few sips of your drink before talking again.

“Tell me honestly though,” You had caught his attention once again, “What did you think, it being your first time and all?”

“Oh it was absolutely great!” He beamed at you before his smile turned into something more sly. “I noticed, by the way.”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. The small tidbit in your performance you had hoped he would catch. Still, you chose to play dumb, as if you had no idea what he was talking about. Your eyebrows furrowed and raised, the edges of your mouth turning upwards in a small confused smile. For an added effect, you tilted your head slightly before speaking.

“Noticed what?” You couldn’t help the way your smile grew the tiniest bit more honest. It seemed as though Danny could read you like a book, even though you two were practically strangers.

He leaned in towards you slightly before speaking in a hushed voice. “The little display you put on during your first performance.” His tone was somewhat cocky, and it turned you on significantly. However, you weren’t going to show your cards so soon.

Instead you gave him a sweet smile, trying to sound as innocent as possible while giving your best doe-eyes. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, leaning forward in your chair to rest your left forearm against the bar while your right elbow rested on top of wood. Your right hand came up to your mouth letting your thumb rest at your lips, the pad playing with the plump flesh.

Danny’s eyes were back at your mouth, watching your thumb tease your lips, smile widening a fraction as his eyes adopted something more wild. Your lips tugged up in a smirk, dropping your hand back down to your drink to finish it off. His gaze lingered on your lips, and you wanted to know what he was thinking about.

A hand on his right shoulder brought him out of his thoughts, peering up at Sam who had finally come over.

“Hi I’m Sam!” He beamed, extending his right hand to you and you took it as he introduced himself. “Hi Sam, I’m y/n.” You smiled back, shaking his hand briefly before letting go.

“I hate to be a cock block, but I gotta get going, and seeing as I’m Daniel’s ride for the evening… well yeah.” You chuckled at Sam’s brazenness, looking over to Danny who seemed to be wishing he was dead. Or that Sam was.

Sam seemed to catch his best friend’s energy, retreating his hand from Danny’s shoulder. “Alright well, um, I’ll let you two kids say goodbye, and I’ll go wait in the car.” With that he turned around and walked towards the exit, leaving you and Danny alone.

“Sorry about him, we think he was dropped on his head as a child.” Danny shook his head, making you laugh.

“That’s okay, hopefully he’ll drag you out again soon.”

“Oh no, next time I’m leaving him at home.” The two of you shared a laugh before you grabbed a bar napkin and pen, carefully jotting down your number on the flimsy paper.

“In case you don’t come around for a bit.” You folded the paper up neatly and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“I’m sure I’ll be back soon, but I’ll keep this in mind.” He patted the pocket you slipped the napkin in with a wink. He stood from the barstool, ready to leave before turning to you one last time. He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear. “You look pretty cute with something in your mouth.”

You could feel the heat flame in your cheeks and between your thighs at his words. You watched him leave with widened eyes, and a smirk on his lips. You didn’t move from your seat for a few moments, still reeling at his comment. Eventually you gathered your things and headed home for the night, thinking about Danny the entire ride home.

You thought about him the rest of that night. You thought about his tall, sturdy frame and how broad he’d feel under your hands as you changed out of your work clothes. You thought about his large hands as you washed your face, and how they’d feel on your bare skin. You also thought about the way his voice sounded in your ear as you laid down, the sound on a loop in your mind, wondering if he’d sound that way in bed as well.

Eventually you drifted off to sleep with him invading your every thought.

When you woke the next morning you were surprised to see an unsaved number pop up on your phone. You slid the message open to see who it was from, already having a feeling it was Danny.

Maybe: Danny

“Hey, it’s Danny, I forgot to ask you when you work next.”

You weren’t shocked that it was his number. You were shocked, however, that he was already reaching out less than 24 hours later. You saved his number in your phone before sending him a quick text back.

“Hey :) I work the next three nights, actually. Miss me that much?”

You felt satisfied with the flirtatious tease and set your phone on the table next to your bed. Feeling the nervous bubble of anxiety in your stomach, you left your phone in your room while you showered and brushed your teeth, knowing you’d check it every couple of minutes if it was in sight. Deciding to give it more time, you made a small breakfast before heading back to where your phone lay face down on the bedside table. When the screen lit up, you were excited to see Danny’s name pop up under messages.

Danny:

“Perfect. Something like that… Are you gonna put on a secret show for me again?”

You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face at his text.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

You hit send on the message, and waited a few moments, seeing the “delivered” under it turn to “read at 10:56 AM”. You exited out of the messaging app quickly before you could see his reply. A moment later your phone buzzed as his text came through.

Danny:

“Maybe I’ll refresh your memory some day.”

You couldn’t help the way your stomach tightened and legs clenched in response to his suggestive reply. The effect he had on you was laughable. You had only known Danny for ten hours and you were ready to jump his bones, which you were well aware was a tad crazy, but you wanted him. Needed him.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

You sent your own suggestive text and waited, biting the tip of your thumbnail in anticipation. Once again the “delivered” changed to “read” and immediately you saw his text bubble appear before his next message came through seconds later.

Danny:

“Both.”

Another grin spread across your face as you read the short message. Usually a man being so forward would turn you away, but Danny had only drawn you in further. Leaving your messages at that, you locked your phone and continued about the day, thoughts being flooded by him. The day went by quickly and before long you were heading to work, excitement burning in your veins.

You were sat at your vanity backstage applying your makeup when Andi came in.. You could see her reflection in the mirror as she approached, holding something in her hand.

“He’s back.” Was all she said, setting a small blue Tiffany box on the vanity, and meeting your eyes in the mirror. Your stomach sank a little, hoping she was talking about Danny, but quickly realizing she wasn’t as you saw the box. The hand applying your mascara stilled and you rolled your eyes.

“I am so tired of his little offers. Take it back to him and tell him I don't want it and I don't want him.” You picked up the box and shoved it back towards Andi’s hands. She took it from your grasp, but stayed a moment longer before speaking again.

“Do you think Danny will be back?”

“I hope so. He’s like the first guest to ever come on to me that didn’t give me the absolute creeps.”

“And he’s hot.” You nodded your head in agreement.

“He’s so hot. God, I wanna climb him like a tree, Andi.” You both shared a light laugh as you stood from the chair, tapping your phone screen to check the time. It was almost showtime, and you still needed to get dressed.

“I don’t have time to come down to the bar tonight, but I’ll visit after my last number.” You moved about the small dressing room gathering all the pieces of your costume for the first routine. Andi nodded her head as she spoke, walking towards the door that led out to the side stage.

“I’ll tell Jeff to shove it,” She winked, and shook the Tiffany box, “I’ll see you later, kick some ass.” With a blown kiss, she was out the door.

You pushed Jeff and his stupid bribes out of your mind, focusing only on your upcoming performances. With the exception of Danny. Every time you were on stage you tried your best to look for him only to come up short each time. You had hoped that he would come tonight, but by the end of the last routine you were feeling you had gotten your hopes up.

Going through the motions of your post-show regimen, you changed your clothes before preparing each costume for the next shift, and gathering all of your stuff. You took your usual seat at the end of the bar and waited for Andi to be free of her current customer.

“I think this belongs to you.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to see Jeff standing behind you with the Tiffany box in hand. He set the box in front of you on the bar as he slid into the seat next to you.

“No,” You shook your head giving him a firm look, “I told Andi to relay to you that I do not want it, and I am not interested.” Pushing the box back towards him, you faced forward, staring at the liquor bottles that lined the back shelves of the bar.

“Why do you have to play so hard to get, doll?” You wanted to gag at his pet name, but out of what little respect you had left for him as a regular, you refrained. Opting instead to face forward to simply ignore him, praying he would leave you alone. Of course though, that’s not who Jeff is.

“I just think I can take care of you… and have a little fun along the way.”

And just like that, you had reached your boiling point in a short amount of time. You scoffed, turning back to face him.

“Haven't I made it clear? I do not need to be taken care of, thank you, and I do not want to ‘have a little fun along the way’ with you. You can not bribe me with these ridiculous gifts.” Your blood felt like fire in your veins, heat rising to your face the angrier you became. In an instant Jeff’s hand flew to the back of your stool, turning it so you were forced to look at him.

“Listen here I-“

“Everything okay here?” Jeff had been effectively cut off by another male voice sounding out from behind you. Your chest felt tight, recognizing it as Danny’s voice. Jeff’s hand retreated from your chair and he reached up to straighten his tie.

“Everything is quite fine.” Jeff stared Danny down, but he only pushed further.

“Y/n, is everything okay here?” For the first time since he spoke you turned around to look at him. His face was serious, silently asking if you needed help. You knew that now was not the moment to be prideful and decline his offer to help, but you didn’t want to make matters worse.

“Actually, I think Jeff was just leaving.” You turned back to Jeff, seeing shock written all over his face. He stared at you with hard eyes for a brief moment before looking at Danny. With a few annoyed sputters, Jeff rose out of the seat next to you, snatching the Tiffany box from the counter and stormed out of the club. Once out of sight, Danny took the newly empty seat next to you, visibly relaxing.

“Geez, I thought I was gonna have to beat the guy up.” He breathed out a chuckle with a shake of his head, eyes landing in you.

“Thank you for stepping in, I appreciate that.”

“Don’t mention it. I noticed the two of you talking, and didn’t want to interrupt, but when he grabbed your chair rather forcefully I decided that it may not be a welcome conversation.” He shrugged, leaning back into the seat.

“Well, you were correct to assume that.” The two of you sat in silence before you spoke again.

“So did you enjoy the show?” He looked at you with a wide smile and eyes lit up.

“Oh absolutely. Even better the second time around.”

“Do you have a favorite routine?” You gave him a smirk, hoping he caught your little show for him again tonight.

“Hmm…” He paused briefly, seeming to be thinking about his answer. “Just about anything you’re in I suppose… although I do enjoy the first one just a little more.” He leaned in towards you before continuing his thought. “I’m a little disappointed that you don’t need a refresher.”

“Hmm, that’s weird, because I still am not sure what you’re talking about.” A cocky smile played on your lips, shrugging your shoulders. His own lips turned up into a grin as he playfully huffed a breath.

“What can I get y’all tonight?” Neither of you had noticed Andi walk over, both so caught up in the other.

Andi got to work making the drinks you and Danny had ordered. Your usual go to and an old fashioned got him. The rest of the night the two of you chatted and laughed, getting to know one another. You told him about how you got into burlesque, and that you had recently moved to Nashville for your graduate program. He listened well and asked the right questions, wanting to know more about you which was nice.

He told you about the band he’s in and that they’re from Michigan. You hadn’t heard of them, but you insisted you would give them a listen, always wanting to expand your musical horizons. You learned that he played the drums, but could also play a plethora of instruments. Impressive and hot. Eventually, the night was coming to a close as the stage lights dimmed on the last number.

“I should head out. I hate staying after the last performance, too many regulars come up to me afterwards.” You stood from the bar stool and grabbed your bag that was hanging underneath.

“In that case, how about I walk you to your car?” Danny stood from his own seat, his left hand resting on the bar while the other sat on the back of his chair. Part of you wanted to decline his offer as you were sure you could handle yourself, but the other wanted to spend more time with him. Even if it was just a brief walk to your car.

“Yeah, uh, that would be nice.” You gave him a thankful smile. Danny held his right arm out as if to say ‘after you’ and waited for you to lead the way. As you passed Elliot in the ticket booth you gave him a tip of your head and said ‘goodnight’, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head seeing Danny’s hand pressed lightly to your lower back, guiding you out through the small crowd. Danny’s hand never left your body until you had stopped in front of your car.

“Well, this is me.” You stopped at the front of your car, arms gesturing towards the vehicle. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it also wasn’t a lemon. Thankfully your parents had helped you buy a newer car as a graduation gift, a simple Jetta, because it was good on gas mileage.

“Cute.” His head nodded to the memorabilia of your home state hanging from the rear view, a smile on his face.

“A gift from my best friend. She didn’t want me to forget where I came from.” You laughed at the ridiculous idea. Kennedy had been adamant that you didn’t forget her while living in ‘lustrous Nashville’ as she put it. You, of course, insisted that you wouldn’t.

“So, um, are you gonna come to the show tomorrow?” Sitting your bag on the hood of the car, you dug the keys out, and unlocked the doors. Your eyes found your beat up shoes, suddenly more interesting than before as your feet shifted against the gravel.

“Only if you’ll be dancing.” You looked back at Danny as you made your way to the driver door. He was smiling down at you, following your movements towards the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be dancing.” You could feel the blush spread across your cheeks and down your neck as you opened your door and threw your bag on the passenger seat.

“Then I’ll be here.” Danny moved closer to the open door that separated you, arms crossed and supporting his weight as he leaned on its frame. You got in the driver’s seat, keeping the door open as Danny peered down at you.

“Wouldn’t wanna miss my secret show.” He shot you a quick wink and a goodbye before standing up and allowing you to shut the door. You sat in silence as he walked through the parking lot to his own car. Once out of sight you turned on the car and headed out for the night, thoughts of Danny filling your mind until you drifted off to sleep like the night before.

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Over the next week the nights that you worked went the same. You would show up, perform and then head to the bar where Danny would be waiting. He would have your drink ready, quickly catching on to how long it would take for you to meet him after leaving the stage. The two of you would talk until the end of the last performance where he’d walk you out to your car. The only thing that changed was your ‘secret show’ for him. You decided to change little bits of it, knowing he would notice each time, and keeping him on his toes.

Like the past nights, tonight was no different. Although the air between you felt different while he walked you to your car. He seemed almost nervous. You came to a stop at your car and turned to bid him goodnight.

Instead, no words came out as you realized he was a lot closer than you expected him to be. Closer than he normally was. He brushed a few strands of hair away from your eyes, behind your ear. His fingertips ghosted the shell of your ear down to where your neck met your jaw, his hand resting there with his thumb laying across your cheek.

You watched with bated breath as his eyes flicked from where his hand was cupping your jaw, to your lips, and then to your eyes. Your lips were pulled into a content smile, watching as he silently asked for permission to kiss you. His smile matching your own when you gave him a barely-there nod.

He didn’t waste any time, gently pressing his lips to yours. Soft and warm against your own, everything about the kiss felt right, like it was meant to be. After a moment, Danny pulled away leaving his hand on your jaw, and looking down at you with soft eyes and a giddy smile. You knew your expression was probably similar to his.

“Goodnight, y/n. Until next time.”

“Goodnight, Danny.”

You watched him retreat to his car, looking over his shoulder only once to see you one last time before disappearing in the sea of cars. And like all the previous nights, he never left your mind.

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After the night he kissed you, things progressed each time. Slowly, but progression nonetheless. The next night, he kissed you again, his lips lingering longer than the night before. The following night the two of you made out before he pulled away, whispering something about how ‘Jake would kill him if he was late to the studio again’.

Each time he left you were desperately craving more. To be honest, you had been craving him since the night you first met, but things had been developing slowly, which was alright with you. You were enjoying getting to know Danny, and the build up was kind of hot. The constant flirting, making out and teasing promised an eventual hookup, one that was bound to be worth the wait. You often thought about what it would be like. What he would be like. Constantly clouding your thoughts, like he was right now.

Once again sat at the bar, you and Danny had been talking and enjoying your drinks before he excused himself to the restroom. You waited for his return, watching the ongoing number even though you knew it like the back of your hand. In the dim lights you could see a figure staggering towards you from one of the VIP booths along the walls. As he approached, you knew exactly who it was. Jeff.

By the way he swayed and stumbled while he walked, you could tell he was absolutely wasted and dreaded his arrival. He had his eyes set on you, clearly waiting for Danny to leave your side so he could get you alone. You turned your attention back to the performance, pretending he didn’t exist.

“So you’ll entertain some average guy who more than likely can’t support you, and turn me down?” Every other word was slurred, the liquor coming off his breath prominent, as he rested a hand on the back of your chair and the other on the bar. He had trapped you in. When you didn’t respond, he sneered, bringing his face closer to yours.

“I’m not quite sure who you think you are, you little tramp, but you don’t get to ignore me. I practically own this place.” You kept your eyes on the stage, not giving in to his attempt at scaring you. He didn’t retreat, keeping his face close to yours until you were joined by another.

“I suggest you back up.”

Danny had returned from the bathroom and was now standing behind Jeff. He was calm, and confident, but if looks could kill, Jeff would certainly be dead.

“Oh look, it’s your little boyfriend back to rescue you.” He spat, the smell of the alcohol wafting from him penetrated the air around you. Danny took a few steps forward, closing the space between him and Jeff.

“I said, I suggest you back up.” He put a hand on Jeff’s shoulder as a warning, his tone more stern, clearly becoming angrier. Jeff drew his eyes from Danny’s hand on his shoulder to Danny, a bewildered laugh coming from him. He stood up straighter and in an instant, rounded on Danny, landing a sloppy fist to his nose. You gasped, clearly shocked at the outburst, Danny stumbling back slightly. He brought his hand up to his nose, blood beginning to trickle from the side of the impact.

You watched his face harden, a look you’ve never seen from him take over. Closing the distance between them again, Danny’s right fist connected with Jeff’s jaw, sending him back towards the bar. Danny grabbed the collar of Jeff’s shirt with both hands, pressing him further into the edge of the bar before rearing his fist back again and landing another punch to Jeff’s face. When he went to wind up again, you wrapped your arm around his bicep trying to stop his motion.

“Danny stop! That’s enough!”

He stilled his body, listening to your pleas. Jeff had gotten what he deserved, you knew that, but you didn’t want Danny to get in trouble. He let go of Jeff’s shirt, and backed away from him, leaving him slumped against the bar.

“C’mon we have to get you cleaned up and out of here before security comes over.” You grabbed Danny’s hand and drug him towards the women’s staff bathroom hoping it would be mostly empty. Leading him inside, there were a few of the girls occupying the space who stared at you with confused, wide eyes.

“Everyone out.” You pushed past them, Danny in tow behind you. Most of them gave you annoyed huffs while others scurried out without a word. You locked the door behind them and grabbed two of the many stools along the wall on your way back. You placed one in front of the large vanity mirror, the other next to it, but slightly closer to the mirror.

“Sit down, let me help you get the bleeding under control.” He did as you asked wordlessly and sat on the stool that faced the mirror. You grabbed a stack of napkins, and wet a few before sitting on the other chair. You brought a dry napkin to his nose and dabbed at it gently trying to stop the small flow of blood from getting further down his face. As you threw that one in the trash, you grabbed another one and twisted it a few times.

“Here. Put this in there.” You held the napkin out for Danny, and he took it. Again, he did as you asked and stuck the rolled up tissue in his nose. “Now lean your head back.”

“I’m sorry I caused a scene at your work.” His face was parallel to the ceiling, but his eyes were on you. He looked genuinely worried, as if he had offended you.

“Danny,” You shook your head and huffed a laugh at his silliness, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault… besides maybe he’ll finally leave me alone.” He hummed in response. After a few minutes passed in silence, Danny looked over to you.

“Can I stop looking up now? My neck is killing me.”

“Yeah. Actually stand up and let’s go over to the sink, see if it’s still bleeding.” He followed you over to the sink and leaned over it, holding his hair out of his face when he pulled the tissue out. You waited a minute or two, but nothing happened letting you know that the bleeding had stopped.

“Perfect.”

You led him back over to the stool and had him sit while you cleaned him up with a wet napkin. He watched you as you patted the area, a grin forming on his lips. You were focused, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek, brows furrowed. He thought you looked cute.

“Thank you for cleaning me up… I still feel kinda bad.”

“Danny, really, it’s okay.” You wiped his nose one last time before turning to throw the tissue in the trash. “Besides,” You shrugged, making eye contact in the mirror with you back to him, “It was kind of hot…” He caught your smirk in the mirror, his eyebrows raising in slight shock at your admission.

“Is that so?” His eyes stayed locked with yours as he walked up behind you, his body pressing you to the vanity counter with light pressure. He placed a kiss to the junction of your shoulder and neck, tracing his fingertips up the side of your body. You hummed, your smirk turning into a smile with your eyes fluttering shut. He placed another kiss on the same spot, this time letting his tongue graze your skin teasingly. You leaned into him with a small gasp, resting your head against his shoulder, allowing more access to your neck.

His lips traveled up your neck to find your lips, your hand tangling in his curls at the back of his head. His hands landing on your hips, turning you to face him, fingers digging into your skin. You deepened the kiss, dragging your tongue across his bottom lip and pulling it between your teeth. Danny let out a groan at the pleasurable sting, leaning into you more and swiping his tongue against your own. You could feel him growing harder against your body, and it only enticed you to continue.

You let your hand travel between the two of you, ghosting his chest and abdomen before landing on his clothed dick. You ran your hand along him for a few moments until it traveled up to the waistband of his pants, where you began to pop the button of his black skinny jeans open when his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling it away from him and forcefully placing it on the edge of the countertop behind you. His lips had left yours, bringing his mouth next to your ear as he spoke.

“You’re a teasing little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was low and gruff, sending electricity through your body. You only smiled smugly before giving him your usual answer.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He leaned away to look you in the eyes, a devilish smile upon his face. The hand that rested on top of yours on the counter skirted up your arm, to your neck, and then to your jaw. His large hand encapsulated most of your jaw and neck, his thumb resting on your lower lip, gliding the pad across it before dragging your lip down slowly.

“Mmm,” His eyes were transfixed on his thumb as it pulled your lip down, “I guess it’s time for that reminder?” As your bottom lip met your top again, his eyes flicked back to meet yours, thumb still resting faintly on your lip. You were giving him your biggest doe eyes, making him suppress a groan, his cock twitching. You could feel the movement against your thigh. Wanting to tease him just a little more, you opened your mouth letting the tip of his thumb slip inside, and wrapping your lips around it.

You pushed his thumb past your lips, earning a groan from Danny. The corner of his mouth was pulled into a dazed smile as you let him gently slide his thumb back into your mouth, fully this time. You ran your tongue along the digit till it reached the tip, while sucking as he pulled it out of your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, pulling you to him in a heated kiss. Your teeth clashed, but you didn’t care, if anything it turned you on more. His other hand dug into your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hard cock pressing into your groin. Your hands flew back to their place on the button of his jeans, working it open and pulling the zipper down. Still locked in the hungry kiss, your hands pulled at his jeans and boxers to free his growing erection. As you busied yourself with his pants, Danny’s hand left your face to knead your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

Your hand finally wrapped around his dick, free of it’s confines. He was thick and heavy in your grasp as you pumped him a few times, wrist twisting your hand around his head before coming back down the shaft. Deciding you couldn’t wait any longer, your hands landed against his chest, shoving him away from you to give you room between him and the counter to move.

Danny almost questioned what you were doing as you moved closer to him before sinking down to your knees in front of him. You took him in your hand again while looking up at him through your lashes and gave him a few more pumps. Your hand continued to work him as you brought your lips to the side of his shaft, leaving open mouthed kisses from his base to the tip. Once you reach the tip, you swirl your tongue around his head, then licked a slow, flat stripe from the underside of his head, over his slit, to the top.

Danny’s hand flew to your head, his fingers gripping at your roots as you began to swallow him down. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, nudging the back of your throat and holding him there for a brief moment. He couldn’t help the breathy ‘oh fuck’ that flew from him lips at the sight of you staring up at him, mouth full of his cock. It was something he had thought about since that first night. You hummed around him, making his hips buck into your mouth, and forcing him down your throat more.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, unprepared for his movement, and he pulled out of you slightly allowing you a moment to breathe. As his tip slipped back out of your throat, you gagged around him, your mouth filling with more saliva. His fingertips danced along your chin urging you to look up at him, and you obliged.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock, baby.” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your throat. He was still in your open mouth, resting against your tongue.

“Be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” He held eye contact with you, a smirk still on his face. You nodded your head as best you could with the position you were in. Danny wasn’t satisfied with this action, gripping your jaw in his large hand.

“Uh-uh, use your words.” He hadn’t even been touching you and you swore you could’ve cum right then. “So let’s try that again,” His hand released your jaw to move the hair out of your face sweetly, “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?”

You closed your mouth around him, pulling off of him softly. You pressed a kiss to his head before answering, all while maintaining eye contact. Giving him a wicked grin, and mischievous eyes you responded.

“Yes, daddy.”

His eyes turned to something darker, hooded with lust. “Ah, princess… now you’ve done it.” He gathered your hair up into his fist, making a makeshift ponytail.

“Open.”

You obeyed his command, opening your mouth letting him slip inside once again. He held your head still with the hand wrapped in your hair, and began to thrust his hips into you. You opened your mouth wider, letting more of him glide down your throat.

“You take me so well.” He grunted above you, picking up the pace of his hips. You sucked him as he glided in and out of your mouth, trying your best to breathe. It wasn’t much longer before you could feel him twitch, his hips stuttering and breath becoming increasingly labored. You could tell he was close.

“Gonna swallow me down, princess?” You hummed around him, eyes fluttering at his filthy words and the pet name he gave you. That alone sent him over the edge, his cum shooting down your throat as he hit his high.

He retreated from your mouth slowly before pulling you to your feet and into a kiss. You relaxed into him, hands resting on his chest.

A knock on the door pulled the two of you away from one another. “C’mon!! You’ve been in there for twenty minutes!” One of the dancers shouted from the other side. You fixed yourself in the mirror, and Danny pulled his pants back up quickly, both of you blushing fiercely. As you walked past him to unlock the door, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him.

“This doesn’t end here. I’m taking you home tonight. Go get your stuff and meet me at the entrance.” His breath was hot against your ear as he spoke, teeth nipping your earlobe before gently sending you back towards the door, landing a playful slap to your ass. You unlocked the door and apologized as the two of you left the bathroom, doing your best to avoid eye contact with your coworkers.

Danny headed towards the front doors while you did as he asked and grabbed your things. You met him at the door where he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, leading you out into the parking lot.

The two of you got in his car and headed in a direction you could only assume was his house. To your surprise, he didn’t live very far from the club, only about seven minutes down the road. And you were kind of relieved that he lived so close because the tension in the air was almost unbearable. He pulled into a driveway and threw the car in park, neither of you wasting time to get out.

Danny made it out of the car before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, meeting you as you stepped outside. He grabbed your hand in his and pulled you up the driveway of his house quickly, making your body buzz with excitement. You made it to the front door, still hand in hand and waited while he fished for the keys in his pocket.

A moment later the front door swung open, and the two of you stepped inside the mostly dark apartment. You couldn’t make out much in the little bit of faded moonlight that danced about the space. Danny closed the door with one hand, the other on your sternum pushing you against the hardwood where his lips crashed to yours, teeth and tongues colliding in an instant. Your hands found the hem of his shirt trying to push it up his body, signaling to him you wanted it gone. His hand abandoned your sternum to reach between his shoulder blades and yank the shirt off in one motion, tossing it to the floor. When his mouth met yours again, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing into your heated core and earning a breathy moan from your lips.

His hands mimicked the action of yours moments prior, grabbing the bottom of your shirt, but taking initiative to pull the fabric over your head for you. It landed with a soft thud on the ground somewhere near his in the barely lit space. You grabbed the waistband of his jeans and worked them open as he kicked off his shoes and began to unclasp your bra before tossing it to the ground. Your effort to rid him of his pants and underwear was long forgotten when he flattened his tongue against your nipple, and captured it in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud. Your back arched off the door, hands gripping the roots of his hair, silently begging for more. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud before pulling away and moving to the other nipple. His knee was still firmly pressed against your aching core, driving you crazy for some sort of friction. You began to move your hips, rutting slowly along his thigh, trying to quell your aching need.

Danny pulled his lips away from your chest, casting his gaze downward to watch as you glided up and down his thigh. You whined pathetically when he stopped your hips from moving, hands firmly placed on each one.

“Fucking yourself on my thigh won’t earn you any brownie points.” He shook his head, and removed his thigh from between your legs. You groaned at the loss of contact, throwing your head back against the door.

“Don’t worry baby,” His hands moved to your backside, sliding down over your ass and gripping underneath your thighs, “I’m gonna take good care of you,” Effortlessly, Danny picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Such good care of you, you’ll be begging for more.” He whispered the last part in your ear, low and husky, sending shivers down your spine and making your skin raise with goosebumps. He reattached his lips to yours, walking through the dark house down a hallway.

For a brief moment your head and back were pressed against his bedroom door while he reached down to twist the knob. You were welcomed into the room by a faint orange hue emanating from the salt lamp he had left on. The calm light was a stark contrast to the dark, and lustful look in Danny’s eyes as he tossed you on the bed. He began to tug his tight jeans down his body, leaving him in his underwear. You quickly followed his lead, kicking your shoes off, and slipped your pants down your legs.

Danny closed the distance between you, and rested his hands on top of your knees that were propped up. He pushed your knees apart gently, letting them fall open, his gaze traveling down your body to your underwear. His fingers drifted down to your clothed pussy, tracing over a damp spot in the fabric.

“What’s got you so worked up?” His eyes drifted back to yours, eyebrow cocked, and a pompous look on his face.

“You.” You said almost breathless, his featherlight touches to your core beginning to muddle your thoughts.

“Me? I’ve hardly even touched you, baby.” His finger traced up your slit to your clit slowly, setting the skin ablaze even with a barrier between you. You were growing impatient and needy, bucking your hips into his fingers.

“Danny, please.”

“Please what?” He continued dragging his finger up and down your heat, your underwear becoming damper by the minute.

“Touch me, please. I need more.” You had hoped that the whining beg of your voice would encourage him to do something. However, he did nothing, but continued to torment you. You tried your last-ditch effort, giving him the same doe eyes as before, and sweetening your voice.

“Please daddy? I wanna feel you.” You cooed, a hand trailing up your body to grope your own boob. Danny groaned audibly and palmed himself through his boxers, his head falling back.

“Fucking hell.” His eyes fell back to you, continuing to stroke himself through the fabric. “Move up to the pillows.”

Not wasting any time you did as he asked and moved to the center of the bed, your head laying against his pillows. Your heels dug into the mattress, leaving your knees propped up as before. Once settled, Danny made his way up the bed on his knees to you, stopping between your open legs.

He pulled his hair into a bun at the crown of his head swiftly before laying on his stomach, throwing your knees over his shoulders. Using his index finger, he lightly pulled your panties to the side, dragging his other finger up through your folds to your clit. You carefully watched his every moment like you were trying to commit it all to memory. His eyes flitted up to yours, mouth tugged into a smug smile.

Holding your eyes, Danny’s tongue licked a teasing stripe following the path his finger had previously. He focused on your clit, running circles over it with the tip of his tongue and sucking it between his lips. Unable to hold your head up any longer, your head fell back against the pillows with a sigh of pleasure.

A finger teased your entrance while he repeated the motions of his tongue on your clit, and his other hand snaked up your body to pinch and tease your nipple. You couldn’t help but sink your fingers into his hair, nails raking against his scalp. His mouth hummed around your sensitive bundle, enjoying the feeling of your nails against his skin. You repeated the action, this time Danny slipped the fingers that were teasing your entrance into you, curling them up and pumping them at the same time. His name tumbled past your lips accompanied with a breathy and drawn out ‘fuck’.

His mouth was still working against your clit, licking and sucking, while his fingers slid in and out of you, the combination setting your core on fire. Your breathing was ragged, moans and curses flying from your mouth as he pushed you closer to your climax.

“That’s it baby, I can tell you’re close. You’re squeezing around my fingers so nice.”

His thumb had replaced this mouth, keeping your build up steady.

“Oh, fuck.” A particular swipe against your clit had your back arching off the bed, hips moving to gain more friction.

“Gonna come all nice and pretty on my fingers?” All you could do was moan, there were no words or phrases left in your mind. Only white hot pleasure.

“I’m- fuck, I’m s-so close.” You lifted your head, and watched Danny work you over. His thumb was still circling your clit as he held your gaze, and pulled his head back slightly, spitting directling on the bud, his thumb spreading his spit over you .

That was the final push, your climax taking over, feeling as though you ascended to the heavens for a brief moment. Danny never stopped his movements, carrying you through your orgasm until you became too sensitive and placed your hand over his. Coming down from your high you watched Danny pull the hair tie from his hair with one hand, letting his curls fall freely, and step off the bed, while licking the fingers covered in your slick clean before removing his boxers. He joined you back on the bed, dipping his fingers into the tops of your underwear and pulling them down your legs with some help as you lifted your hips.

He made his way up your body, kissing a trail from your lower stomach up to your lips, his dick nudging against your lower half as you made out, making the wetness pool between your legs again. Danny broke the kiss, to sit back on his calves, and pulled your hips towards his. He gripped himself, running his tip through your dripping core, coating his hard cock with your arousal.

“Ugh, Danny please, I need you. Fuck me.”

Without needing anything else from you, he lined himself up with your entrance and eased himself inside, watching as you sucked him in. He stretched you in the most delicious of ways, slightly painful, but euphoric at the same time, and you both groaned and sighed as he bottomed out.

“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock like that,” He brought a hand to your pubic area and pressed with light pressure, “Feel me? Feel how full you are?”

“Yes, fuck,” You nodded frantically, “I feel it. You fill me so well.” The increased pressure was unlike anything you had ever felt. You almost didn’t want it to stop, but the feeling quickly left your mind as Danny began to move.

His pace was slow and calculated in the beginning, but quickly grew faster and harder. He was pounding into you relentlessly, the sounds coming from your bodies purely pornographic as they filled the air. You were approaching another release, the band in your core growing tighter and hotter with each thrust.

Danny changed the angle, your legs hiked up around his hips, with him leaning over you, allowing the tip of his dick to brush your sweet spot each time. Your eyes rolled back, moaning his name at the new sensation.

“Open.” He tapped the side of your jaw with his fingers. You let your jaw fall slack, opening just enough to let him insert his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, his index and pinky fingers pressed against either cheek. You moved your tongue against his fingers, still tasting yourself slightly on them.

“Keep it open for me.” He grunted as he removed his fingers from your mouth to play with your clit. You followed his instruction, leaving your mouth open. Danny let a small string of spit slip slowly from his mouth into yours, landing against your tongue.

“Swallow.” You obeyed, closing your mouth and swallowing his spit.

The speed of his fingers on your clit sped up, sending heat through your entire body. Your core felt like it was on fire, the pressure so intense you thought you might explode. Your hands found Danny’s back, pulling him closer to you while raking your nails across his skin.

You could feel pressure being released, ecstasy coursing through you, but it was different from your usual orgasm. There was an immense sense of wet coming from where Danny drilled into you. You could tell he felt it too as he leaned back to look where your bodies connected.

“Oh fuck, angel.” Danny groaned, his pace picking up impossibly harder, fingers grasping your hips, sure to leave bruises. “You’re so perfect, squirting all over my cock like that.” You could barely register what he was saying, your second orgasm mere second away.

“That's it, just like that. Keep that pretty pussy crying for me.”

Your climax crashed over you, wiping your mind completely blank. You weren’t sure how long it lasted, stuck between decades and seconds. When you finally came down, Danny was reaching his own end, his head was thrown back and mouth agape as he continued to thrust into you. He pulled out of you quickly, sending his release onto your stomach before collapsing beside you.

You both laid there, in fucked out bliss trying to come down and steady your breathing.

“Holy shit-“

“That was-“

“That was fucking amazing.” Danny laughed breathily, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“Yeah it was.” You agreed, turning to look at him as well. You both chuckled for a moment out of breath, and enjoyed the post-sex feeling.

Danny sat up slightly, brushing sweat-slicked hair out of your eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

He hopped off the bed and walked towards an open door in his bedroom. When he flicked the light on you could make out that it was a bathroom, and you watched him grab a towel, before turning the sink on and running it under the water. He came back to you, and cleaned you up, being gentle between your legs due to the sensitivity. He threw the washcloth into a hamper before holding his hands out for you to take.

You simply groaned in response, not wanting to move.

“I know, I know, but we kinda need to change the sheets…” You looked at him quizzically, not understanding what he was saying.

When you sat up you saw what he was talking about. Beneath and all around you, the sheets had been soaked through. You had made quite the mess.

“Oh my god. Danny, I'm so sorry!” To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. You were mortified. “I-I’ve, um, I’ve never done that before!” You covered your face with your hands trying to hide in any capacity.

“Whoa, hey, y/n, look at me.” His hands grasped your wrists trying to ease them away from your face. You averted his gaze as his eyes tried to meet yours.

“It’s okay. I don’t give a fuck about these sheets, we can just toss them into the wash. It's no big deal, okay?”

“Are you sure, Danny? I feel awful.”

“Yes I’m sure. Besides,” His finger curled softly under your chin, finally making your gaze reach his, “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed. I’ll take some wet sheets any day to have you do that again.” You couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you pulled him closer for a kiss.

You smiled into the kiss, feeling Danny smile back before he broke away to walk over to his dresser, and pull out a few items.

“Here, you can wear these.” He handed you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. You thanked him, grabbing the clothes from him and slipping them on while he pulled on some boxers as well.

You helped him toss his sheets and comforter into the washer, and fitt his bed with fresh ones. Thankfully the mess was contained to just the sheets.

“I think this is kind of apparent now, but you’re staying, right?” Danny asked once the bed was made, looking quite shy as his fingertips brushed your forearm up and down.

“If you’ll have me, yes. I’d love to stay.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you into a hug with his arms encasing your body and chin resting on top of your head.

“I’d like that very much.”

He released you from his hold so the two of you could crawl into his bed, Danny instantly pulling you into him as he settled. He reached across you to turn off the salt lamp he had on his bedside table, chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” You snuggled back into him as he laid back against the mattress.

“I just realized I’ve never seen you in the daytime. Tomorrow will be the first time I've seen you, not after dark.”

“Oh, huh, I guess that is true.” You laughed along with him. Comfortable silence quickly filled the room, and you thought that maybe Danny had fallen asleep until he whispered your name.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, Danny?” You whispered back into the open air, your fingers dancing along with his.

“Would you like to go on a real date with me tomorrow night?”

Your heart warmed, a fuzzy feeling spreading throughout your body. You laced your fingers with him, grinning ear to ear.

“I would absolutely love that, Danny.” He released the nervous breath he had been holding, and squeezed you tighter.

“It’s a date then.” He pressed a kiss to your temple followed with a, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Danny.”

Your body melted into his as sleep took you under. In that moment you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be. Where you were always supposed to be.

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[navybrat817]

You know who has the biggest housewife kink?

After a long day in Court, he wants nothing but you and whatever delicious meal you have made for him. And, when you wear those pretty sundresses and little aprons, his brain fritzes just a little bit. Especially, when he imagines your belly all round and swollen; growing his baby. So, who are you to question why he’s a little frantic every now and then, pumping you full and keeping your hips elevated to make sure his seed plants deep in your womb?

I’ll see myself out

No, come back! Let's talk some more because I agree!

I think anyone who has stumbled upon my blog knows that breeding kink is one of my fictional kinks. Just gimme. And while I don't think every single character or AU calls for it (even as much as I'd want it), Andy fits that bill. The man has a breeding kink. No one can change my mind. And with his family history, we know he fought like hell to hold onto what he had.

So, yes. Coming home after a long day to be greeted by the love of his life, you're almost used to being bent over the couch or laid out on the table or kitchen island. It's even hotter to you when he doesn't undress. Just unbuckles his belt, pushes his underwear and pants down enough to free himself and takes what's his.

He may have a bigger wedding ring kink than you, too, knowing the band around your finger ties the two of you together forever. The baby he'll put in your belly is another claim and he won't be able to keep his hands off you. He already has a space on the wall for the family photos and he'll fuck as many times as it takes to give you the family you both want.

So. When can we make this happen?

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 8

Word Count:  1.9k

Warnings:  mentions of children with disabilities, handicaps, or defects, low-key gaslighting, name calling, aggressive situations, mentions of cheating.

“Hey-hey…I got your text is everything okay?”

Sasha was biting her lip, new tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.  But she stopped when she saw a one year old happily sitting in her car seat, staring at herself in the mirror.

“I-yeah-oh god…I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you trek all the way down here,” she bumbled, “I thought you said that you didn’t have your daughter, and I-Andy-“

“Hey, it’s okay!” Curtis said reassuringly, cutting her off.  He reached out and pulled Sasha into a hug, being sure to wrap her up in his large form.  For a moment, she felt safe in the grizzled father’s arms.  He was like a giant teddy bear shielding her from the nightmarish episode that she’d just had with Andy, “don’t feel bad about calling me.  I was out in the city picking up Maritza anyways…”

“I thought-you said-“

“Lily is notorious for that,” he sighed, letting go of Sasha and taking a step back to look at his daughter.  She looked up at him through thick lashes and gave him a large smile.  He held up the sign for ‘I love you’ and mouthed the words.  Her smile got even bigger.  For a moment Sasha’s heart melted as she watched the little interaction.  He gave a soft sigh and looked back at Sasha, “my ex-wife.  She uh-she’s great for saying that she wants to spend time with Maritza, and then she realizes that she’s got nothing in common with her.  She never bothered to learn sign language, and a lot of the time, she just yells at her, like if she yells loud enough she’ll suddenly be able to hear her.”

Sasha felt her stomach drop, “Th-that’s horrible.”

“Well it’s one of the many reasons I’m glad her father gave me the options he did when he did.”

“Your divorce.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, tight-lipped in his answer.  He looked at the diner, “do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat?  I don’t think that Lil fed her.”

“Oh, uh sure…I-I’ve got nowhere else to be.  Not really,” she said with a frown, “my uh-Andy kicked me out.”

Curtis’ brow furrowed, “Your husband kicked you out?”

“He-he hired a PI I guess…they got pictures of you kissing me last night…Andy thinks I’m cheating on him, and he served me with divorce papers this morning.”

“Jesus…Sasha, I’m sorry…where do you live?” he asked, “I-I’ll go talk to him.  I’ll tell him it was a mistake.  I kissed you!  You pushed me away!”

“Andy’s not the kind of guy that would believe that,” she replied with another frown, “his first wife was cheating on him with her assistant…and…well…our relationship has been rocky at best.”

“Yeah…I know what that’s like.  It’s pretty hard to look past infidelity.”

“Isn’t that why you’re divorced from Lily?”

“One of many reasons,” he reiterated.  He went around to Maritza’s side of the car and began unbuckling her, “we can talk about our miseries together over breakfast…I’ll buy.”

“Curtis, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least I can do,” he replied with a sad frown as he picked his daughter up.  She giggled and waved at Sasha, “baby girl, this is Sasha…she’s going to eat with us!”

The one year old seemed to comprehend some of what he was saying, especially when he pointed at Sasha, and then to the diner, and she held up her hands and put them to her mouth like she was taking a bite out of a sandwich. 

“That’s it baby…food.” She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck.  He kissed her on the cheek and began heading towards the door, “coming, Mrs. Barber?”

“Why not!” she shrugged.  She followed Curtis into the diner, making idle conversation with him until the waitress came over.  They were quick to order a few coffees and French toast with sausage, which Curtis ended up cutting into extra small bites for Maritza to grab and eat at her leisure.  The conversation seemed to flow naturally, comfortably between them, and she found herself not even remembering why she had been so upset in the first place. 

She’d learned that Curtis was a wood shop teacher at a private high school.  The same private high school that the famed Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four taught at.  And that his ex-wife only managed to get partial custody because of the fact that she was sleeping with Thor from the Avengers. 

Her heart went out to the man; the tired, hard working father who seemed to give every ounce of his spare time to his deaf daughter.  The little girl in question seemed remarkably well adjusted for some of the horror stories that Curtis had shared with her. 

And so she, without reserve, spilled all of her woes.  How she and Andy slept together before she was eighteen, and how Andy was the father of one of her best friends.  How her own father was Steve Rogers, and that she vaguely remembered meeting Curtis’ ex-wife in passing; and was largely unimpressed by her.

But then she told him about how she came to be where she was.  How she didn’t even really know much about her children.  How her postpartum had made it so difficult to forge bonds with them that she genuinely worried that they would hate her in the future.  And how she found herself in group only because of three years ago when her daughter was undergoing a lot of tests because she became obsessed, thinking that something was wrong with her.

“But was something wrong?”

“Yeah…” she scoffed, “Andy won’t acknowledge it, but Ashley was born with a heart defect.  I wasn’t wrong when I thought she stopped breathing as a three year old in her sleep.  Who knew my paranoia would pay off, right?”

“Your daughter has a heart defect?”

“ASD…yeah…she hasn’t had open heart surgery or anything, but I get to be the bad guy!” she admitted with a frown, “she’s six now…and when she wanted to join the soccer team last year…I got to tell her no.  When she went to kindergarten I had to come in telling them that she couldn’t have recess like normal kids, that they can’t push her.  Because if they do, and her heart misses it’s rhythm because it’s racing, she could literally go into cardiac arrest.  The doctors say that as she gets older it should close on it’s own, and they looked at both Andy and I…turns out growing up in a Russian orphanage they don’t tell you everything that’s wrong before you get the kid…I gave it to her…”

“You were adopted.”

“Come on, you don’t think Steve Rogers would have actually had a kid, did you?”

“Don’t you have younger siblings?”

“Yeah…” she admitted with a sigh, “one of my best friends ended up marrying…and divorcing my dad.  She had my two sisters with him.  Both of them have the serum running through their veins.  Then he cheated on her with an old flame and had a little boy.  He’s just regular…”

“Sounds like quite a family history…”

“Guess you could say both of our histories are pretty ripe with interesting things,” she laughed sadly, “and a lot of infidelities.”

“Yeah…” he chuckled, “look, I don’t know if it will do anything or not, but at least let me talk to your husband…man to man…let me explain that it wasn’t what he thinks happened.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea in the slightest, Curtis…”

“What harm could it really do?”

“HOW DARE YOU COME BACK HERE WITH HIM!” Andy all but screamed as he threw family photos on the lawn, “DID WE MEAN NOTHING?”

“Andy, stop!” she begged, trying to stop the oncoming rush of her soon to be ex-husband as he charged towards Curtis, “Curtis and I aren’t together, an-“

“BULLSHIT!” he spat.  He pushed forwards, pressing Sasha nearly between himself and Curtis, “how long you been fucking my wife, huh?”

“Andy, I need you to calm down,” Curtis said calmly, taking another step away from him, “you’re scaring the children in your home, and my daughter in my car.  I made a mistake and thought Sasha was single.  I misread the cues and I kissed her!  But she told me that-“

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Sash,” Andy scowled, his glare turning from Curtis to her as he cut him off, “had him come up here just to tell me that you cheated on me.  Like the pictures weren’t enough?”

“Andy, he’s right, you’re scaring Michael and Ashley.  Please…calm down, for them,” she begged, her hands going to either side of his arms and gently squeezing his biceps.  She could feel the rage sitting just beneath the surface with him, “Andy, I’m not here to fight.  I’m trying to give you space, but I need to get my stuff-“

“Your stuff!” he scoffed, glaring to the garbage bags that were sitting on the corner of their driveway, “I already packed up your shit you lying, cheating whore.”

She took a sharp breath in, looking to where her stuff had been mercilessly tossed, held in black garbage bags, “Andy…”

“I took out the trash today, sweetheart,” he growled, his nostrils flaring as he spat on the ground behind him.  She frowned, looking to the broken frames that held family photos of her, Andy, Ashley, and Michael, “all of it.”

Her eyes went to the bay window in the living room while Andy shook her hands off of him.  Michael was holding Ashley against his chest, and both of them were sobbing.  Andy had already yelled at them to leave the two of them alone and not touch her when she tried to use her key.  He’d been in the middle of tearing any family photo that included her from the walls when she had pulled up. 

“This isn’t what I wanted, Andy!”

“Have your little boyfriend get all of your shit and leave my property,” Andy growled, “what you don’t get before the garbage truck comes in an hour is gone…”

“Andy!”

But he’d already turned his back on her and was storming towards the house once more.

“If I see you anywhere near my house again, I’m calling the cops, and I’m filing a restraining order!”

“The children, Andy-“

“I’ll see you in court for them, Sash.  Until then, they’re staying here!” he hissed, slamming the door.  Her eyes returned to her two crying children for only a moment before Andy pulled them away from the window and closed the blinds. 

Tears ran down her cheeks as embarrassment flooded her veins.  She didn’t have to turn around to know that each one of the neighbors in her little cul-de-sac had been watching the scene unfolding from behind their own blinds and curtains. 

It wasn’t until she felt Curtis’ large hands on her shoulders, guiding her towards the trash bags that she felt the breakfast she had itching to come back up. 

She was being forced from her home. 

From her husband. 

From her children. 

“I-I was trying,” she cried, turning towards Curtis, “I-I was doing everything to be the best wife for him.”

“Come on, sweetheart…”Curtis sighed, knowing that there was no right way to tell her that her marriage was dead and that she had to salvage what she could for the time being, “get your car unlocked.  I’ll start grabbing bags.”

Chapter 9

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog

#ex wives club #exwivesclub #ex wives #soft curtis everett #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans characters

[the-offside-rule]

Andy Robertson (Liverpool) - An Evening In

Requested: on wattpad

Prompts: 15) "Let's just pretend that didnt happen"

31) "Food sound good?"

42) "Someone has a temper."

Warnings: one curse word in the whole thing

Andy parked the car in the driveway and got out to start his quiet evening that he so desperately needed. His wife, Y/n had a meeting and couldn't collect their kids from playschool so Andy took it upon himself to do this simple task. "Alright boys, we're home." Andy announced, unbuckling the kids' seat belts. Together, they had two kids; a four year old called Malcolm and a two year old Fraser. Although Fraser wasn't old enough for playschool, he did have a sitter while his parents had their duties. "Andy carried the two year old in his arms as the four year old took off in a sprint for the front door, pushing it open. "Y/n! We're home!" Malcolm ran up the stairs as Fraser slowly crawled, careful not to fall as he did. "Y/n? Where are you Babe?" He heard a quiet but recognisable groan from the living room. A chuckle left his lips as he spotted his wife bubdled up in a blanket as Eastenders played on the TV.

"Oh, someone's got a temper." Adny chuckled. He was met with a glare in response. His laugh died down slowly as he realised whatever was happening was no laughing matter. "So then, why are you in a mood?" Andy asked, sitting on the arm of the couch, his arms folded as he looked at his wife. "I'm not in a mood." She grumbled, her eyes not tearing off the phone. "You keep telling yourself that, love." He went to stand up but a sigh from Y/n stopped him. "Just shit happening at work, but I'm not in a mood." Andy smiled and crawled onto her, hugging her and nuzzling into her chest. "You don't need to worry about it. You're home now and you've got me, Malcolm and Fraser to help you feel better." Y/n hugged him back and closed her eyes. He was right. She didn't have to worry about anything, not at home anyway. "Food sound good?" Andy asked, looking up to her. She nodded. "Sounds perfect."

"Alright then, what are ye cooking?" He finally climbed out of her arms and stood up."I know you didn't just suggest dinner and then ask what I'm cooking." He swallowed the lump in his throat and laughed. "Nah, nah. I was messin' of course. I'll get something, don't worry about it." She arched a brow and watched as he took his phone out. "I'm gonna say a Chinese. Curry, rice, some chips, that'll do surely." He said. "Don't forget the chow mein or the duck." She added. "Alright, duck. In the orange sauce?" She nodded. Andy finished up the order online and put the phone back into his pocket. "Right, I'm gonna go put the kettle on, get you a cuppa and get the pyjamas on the boys. How's tha' sound?" He asked. "Sounds perfect." Y/n replied. "What would I do without you?" Andy bent down and pecked her lips. "Probably cry over how borin' your life is."

Andy quickly went to the kitchen to boil the kettle before going upstairs to dress their children in their pyjamas. As he walked towards their bedroom, he heard fits of giggles, followed by the familiar noise of them jumping on their beds. He opened the door and of course, he was right. "Oi! You two! Stop jumpin' on the bed!" Andy had startled them as a loud squeal erupted from the two children. "Come on! I've to put your jammies on!" Andy grabbed some pyjamas from the drawers and sat down the the bed to dress them. "Right, we're gonna go downstairs because we're gonna pop on a film and eat some takeaway." Andy explained to them. "Why? It isn't Friday." Malcolm asked, confused. "Well, Mummy is havin' a bad day so we're gonna try cheer her up!"

The food came, the family gathered in the living room and popped on a disney movie. It all felt perfect, too good to be true in all honesty. "You better now?" Andy whispered. Y/n let out a sight on content and nodded. "This is my perfect evening." She replied, kissing her husband on the cheek. "Fuck." Andy and Y/n turned their heads in shock of what their son said. "Malcolm! What'd you just say?" Y/n asked angrily. "Where did you learn that?" Andy asked. "What do you mean? You say it all the time!" Y/n glared at her husband. Andy coughed at the response. "I- What- I've never-"

"Don't say you don't curse. I know you too well."

"Well- well- let's just forget that happened!" Andy quickly turned his attention back to the film on the TV. "You're a joke." She chuckled doing the same. "Why I'm the best husband." He smiled to her. "I'll always be there to put a smile on your face."

#andy robertson #andy robertson inagines #andy robertson oneshots #football #football blurbs #liverpool #trent alexander arnold blurbs

[mearchy]

mearchy’s tog as tweets pt 4/?

it has been so long since i’ve published one of these y’all it’s been a rough year but i’m BACK!

part 1, part 2, part 3, +b

#YES i DID use this booker picture before #but it is literally my FAVORITE shot from the ENTIRE MOVIE #look at him lying there like a sad limp fish #its literally so funny #hes free! hes free to move! #andy has unbuckled him! #but no. #he is lying there like That #Just Leave Me Here I'm Sad and I'm Limp #making these for booker is the easiest because his internal monologue is just #depressed millenial humor #the old guard #tog #marwan kenzari #andromache the scythian #nicolo di genova #josef al-kaysani #joe al kaysani #booker #luca marinelli #charlize theron #nile freeman #kiki layne #Matthias Schoenaerts #sebastien le livre #immortal husbands #kaysanova #tog incorrect quotes #incorrect tog #incorrect the old guard

[onsunnyside]

to add onto the hoeness of battle of the dilfs:

one of the dilfs steals your clothes and now you're forced to walk around naked in bucky's RV while the daddys play poker and drink beer 😌 winner gets to have you sit on their lap and cockwarm them while they play. definitely rubs it in the losers' faces by openly playing with your tits and suddenly thrusting into you so you whimper while the others stare and rub at the bulge in their pants

Oh my🤭 something like this will be in the next part of cruel, so consider it a snippet

“C’mon now, sweet girl.” Bucky pats his thick thighs, pants unbuckled and cock erect, still shiny with your juices.

You linger by the bathroom door, twiddling your fingers. “B-But, they can come back again.” You nervously glance through the blinds, your boyfriend and his friends by the docks, probably still waiting for you to finish getting changed—if only they knew you were stripped bare the moment the RV door closed.

Andy leans back, beer bottle in hand. “Well, then you’ll have to slip under the table again. We didn’t say you could hide in the bathroom.”

You squeal when Ari sweeps you up, bringing you to the table and seating you on his thigh. Your bare wetness against his shorts as he traces your body, softly nuzzling your neck. “I thought you were smarter than that—doing things without permission,” he tsks.

Bucky groans, “you didn’t win the game, give her back to me.”

Your eyes slip shut and you start subconsciously grinding against Ari’s thick muscle, your poor hole weeping. The fact that they spoke about you as if you weren’t there, possessive and degrading, and passing you around like a toy. You knew they cared about you, mostly Andy anyway, but you couldn’t deny loving the filth of the weekend.

You feel a hand cup your jaw, then lips on yours. Andy’s beard is rough against your skin and he tastes like beer, “you okay, sweet baby?” He asks softly, “Maybe she needs a break.”

Across the table, Bucky drops his cards. “She’s probably never been fucked this much in her life, poor girl.” He cooes, twisting open a water bottle and passing it to Ari for you. With your eyes still closed, you greedily drink half the bottle then Ari pulls it away.

“I wish we were at home, or at least a place with a tub. She deserves a relaxing bath.”

Bucky thinks for a moment, “doesn’t Rogers live around here?”

Andy nods, still caressing your cheeks, “He has a cabin by the lake and I did mention we might stop by if we had time.”

Ari finds your dress on the chair beside him, “for this sweetheart, we have time for anything.”

#battle of the dilfs #cruel ask #cruel: thots #cruel drabble

[jobean12-blog]

Boys in Bed with Books

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Word Count: 515

Summary: You distract Andy while he’s reading in bed. 

Author’s Note: This is going to be a little 5 part mini series that we can all thank my lovely friend @theycallmebecca for! She shared his image above and well...our imaginations just spiraled from there haha! All I could think about were the different ways we could distract our favorite boys while they were reading. Today is Andy...4 more to go! Enjoy and thank you all so much for readin! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: light teasing and flirting, oral sex (m rec), smut (18+ only please!!!)

Edit is not mine: this beautiful work belongs to my love @nix-akimbo THANK YOU SO MUCH :) 

A warm hand on your back pulls you from sleep and when you turn over you see Andy sitting up in bed, his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hand.

“Hey, when did you get home?” you ask, your voice still groggy with sleep.

His hand smooths down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

“Just about half hour ago, too wired to sleep but you go back to bed honey. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says quietly.

Throwing your arm over his stomach you snuggle into his side and run your fingers through the hair on his chest. You ghost them down over his abs and tease the belt at his waist, dipping your hand under and tracing the V of hips.

“What are you reading?” you ask, keeping your eyes closed as your hand roams over his warm skin.

“The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he answers.

He lets out a low rumble and clears his throat, tightening the hold he has on your hip.

“Sounds interesting,” you mumble, working open the buckle on his belt.

Once you get it unbuckled you toy with the button on his pants until it pops free and slowly pull the zipper down. You reach your hand under the fabric and rub your palm down the length of him. He throbs under your touch and you open your eyes to sit up.

The muscles in his thighs shift against you as you pull him free of his boxers and lightly brush your fingers over his silky skin.

Andy groans and you lift your eyes to find his gaze fixed on your hand. You squeeze lightly, stroking him slowly before pumping him harder.

You lower your head and lick across the head of his cock. The taste of him has you squeezing your thighs together and taking him fully into your mouth.

His head falls back and he hisses, the book falling from his fingers before they comb through your hair. You pull him out almost all the way then swallow him again, using your hand in unison. When you look up at him through your lashes he loses all control, the sight of you with his cock between your lips sending him over the edge.

He thrusts his hips into your mouth and you take him deep, moaning around every inch of him. You tighten your fist as he fucks your mouth over and over again, his lips parted with heavy breaths. His low “fuck” is the only warning you get before he spills himself down your throat.

You swallow every drop and smoothly slide your mouth off him, eyeing the closed book on the bed.

“Did you lose your page?” you ask coyly, grazing your fingers up his bare chest.

Without warning he reaches down and tugs the belt from his pants. He smirks and wraps it around the back of your neck, dragging you up to his mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees baby girl,” he whispers against your lips.  “My turn.”

@book-dragon-13 @eurynome827 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @hiddles-rose @jewels2876 @lookiamtrying @marvelgirl7 @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @patzammit @musicalmuffindog1410 @starlightcrystalline​ @godofplumsandthunder​

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x you #chris evans #boys in bed with books

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 11

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 11

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut. NSFW (this chapter).

Words: ~2000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9  Part 10 

gif credit: @chailame

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Part 11

Billy smirked, pleased at how much his words had gotten to you. You unbuckled your belt before slipping on your jacket, huffing with anger as you got out of the car. He followed suit, circling around to catch up with you. Seeing that you were still unsteady on your feet, his arm encircled your shoulders. He wondered if you’d fight him but you didn’t, although you remained sullen and quiet.

Billy noted the security detail he’d assigned to you. Andy had parked in a convenient spot where he could see who was coming and going into the elevators. They exchanged a brief glance, which you were oblivious to. “Where’s your bodyguard?” he asked.

“How do you know about him?”

“Who do you think gave Roger boy the idea?” He replied back smoothly. If you found out he had one of his men following you, no doubt you’d have a fit. And Billy would lose his advantage when it came to making sure the crazy fuck came nowhere around you.

“Oh.” You seemed placated by his answer. “Today is his day off.”

“Bodyguards taking a day off. What could go wrong with that scenario?” he muttered. “They didn’t assign someone to cover him?” he asked, even though he knew he hadn’t. Andy had already informed him of that.

“They wanted to but I turned them down.”

“For a smart woman, you make really dumb choices sometimes.”

“You being a prime example of one?” she retorted back.

He smirked, grazing the side of your head with his lips. He missed your acerbic wit. “You hear anything else about the Adam guy? He hasn’t been bothering you?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Good.” Relief surged through Billy. Not that he’d expected the fucker to make any trouble – Adam would be very stupid if he had – but the guy was crazy. Andy had been on the lookout for him but there had been no sighting of him near you, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t contacting you. Now that you’d confirmed you hadn’t heard from him, Billy could breathe easier.

A few minutes later he entered your apartment, watching you closely as you took off your shoes and removed your jacket. You seemed withdrawn, quiet, as you ignored him and headed for the kitchen. He followed as you opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. As you hastily drank the liquid, he came to stand behind you. “Hey, slow down,” he warned, pushing your hair aside so he could kiss the delicate spot where your neck and right shoulder met. Finishing the bottle, you simply stood, lolling your head back on his chest as he started unzipping the back of your outfit.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, languidly dragging down the sleeves of your jumpsuit. The top half fell to your waist, giving him free access to your back. His lips skimmed along your skin, peppering soft kisses, wet kisses, nipping you and biting you gently while his hands travelled to the front of your body, cupping your breasts.

Hungry moans escaped your throat, making him excited as he whirled you around to face him. Dying to taste your nipples, he picked you up and sat you on the counter, settling between your legs.

He bit your chin, his tongue scraping down your neck, trailing hot kisses down to your right breast. He took his time, he was in no hurry. He’d fantasized about playing with your nipples for so long and now the moment was here he intended to enjoy every fucking second of it. And he did just that, his tongue lapping up the hardened nub while his thumb stroked the other. He sucked and licked and tweaked, alternating between your breasts, while your moans grew more impatient, your fingers tugging his hair harder.

When you tried to unbutton his jeans, raking your nails along your erection, he gripped your wrists to stop you. You glared at him, your eyes burning with desire.

“My turn first,” he said coarsely.

“But I want to play with you,” you whined, eyes half-lidded. You angled forward to bite the top of his left ear, your tongue licking the outer shell. “Don’t you want me to do that? Don’t you want me to suck you off?”

Groaning, he cupped your breasts and squeezed them. “Later. After I’m done.” Your tits were beautiful and divine, your nipples fit perfectly in his mouth. He was fucking mesmerized by them, and you, and he got lost in the thrill of rubbing them again, even twisting them with his teeth and fingers – which you seemed to enjoy the fuck out of if the sudden jerk of your hips was any indication.

You were squirming and moaning, sometimes cursing him, other times fisting his hair roughly while he worshipped you.

When your orgasm struck he held you tight, his other hand cupping the warmth of your pussy, your body riding out the waves and reverberating against his. You nipped his shoulders, nuzzling his skin, and he simply hugged you for a long time, breathing you in, waiting for his heart to calm down.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you murmured, pulling back to look at him. As you cradled his face, his eyes roved over every inch of you, memorizing every detail. “You’ll give me a few minutes, and then you’re gonna join me in the shower.”

He lifted his eyebrow, giving you a wicked grin. “I am, am I?”

“Yeah.” You looped your arms around his neck. “Now help me get off.”

“Thought I just did,” he said, winking.

You laughed. “I mean off the counter.”

He helped you get down, but didn’t let you walk away immediately. As the top half of your jumpsuit was still gathered around your waist, he sank to his knees and started rolling it down languidly, kissing the skin he uncovered. When he saw you wearing the most adorable underwear, a blue lace-trimmed pair with strawberries printed all over, Billy started laughing. He flicked the fabric. “These are fucking cute.”

You kicked him lightly, scowling at him. “Stop laughing at me! I was going for comfortable, not sexy.”

“Babe, these are sexy as hell.”

He patted your ass, still laughing while you stormed away.

***

Billy was ready to explode in the shower. You were on your knees, his cock in your mouth, sucking him off and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. He gripped your hair, at times moving your head back and forth to make the sensation of your mouth on him even hotter.

As he glanced down at you, he felt a sudden desire to look into your eyes, to see you. It was fucking strange. “Hey,” he murmured, brushing your hair before lifting your face to meet his gaze.

You pulled your mouth away, but your fingers were still wrapped around his erection. You had the most mischievous smile on your face as you pumped him with your hands. “I never liked giving blow jobs. Did it just because I had to, not because I enjoyed it, you know?”

He scowled, really not liking the visuals of you going down on someone else. Actually, it pissed the hell out of him. “Stop. I don’t want to hear you talk about blowing other guys.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling, running your tongue along his erection.

A disturbing thought occurred to him. “Wait, do you not wanna do this? If you don’t like it-”

“With you, it’s different,” you interjected. Your smile was soft, sweet, but also mischievous. It did things to him, made him feel weirdly warm and vulnerable.

“I enjoy it,” you murmured. “I like seeing you lose your fucking mind over what I’m doing to you.”

His stomach clenched, his body taut with anticipation while you took him inside your mouth again. You teased him, taunted him, driving him fucking wild. He dug his fingers into your hair, harder and harder as your mouth sucked him off with equal fervor.

“Talk, talk, talk.” You dipped your head to the side, looking up at him again. “That’s all you do. You never shut up. Until I’m doing this.” You sucked him off again, playing with his balls this time. “And then nothing. No words. Just filthy sounds out of your mouth. I like this side of you.”

He did just that, grunting and groaning as you continued fucking him with your tongue.

“Gonna… come…” he cried out, warning you before he hit his climax. His body shuddered, he saw heaven.

But you didn’t move, instead swallowing his cum, something you’d never done with him before. He pulled you up to your feet, enveloping you in his arms, clinging to you in the bathtub.

***

Water showered your skin as your breathing grew ragged, your moans euphoric. Your leg was propped up on the ledge of the tub, and Billy was flushed against you from behind, stroking your folds, biting your ear, kissing the back of your neck, driving you fucking crazy. God, you were so desperate for him. You wanted him inside of you so badly but he was taking his time taunting you, his cock brushing against your slit without penetrating you.

His fingers thrust inside of you, slow and rhythmic, knowing exactly how to hit those oh-so-delicious spots that made you scream and writhe and grab the back of his head because your knees felt boneless and fluid.

And then he did something unexpected, he slid a third finger inside you, in your ass, and your body jerked with surprise.

“That’s okay?” he asked in your ear.

“Yeah… I think so.”

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

“No…”

It took a few seconds for your body to get used to the unusual sensation, with Billy slowly easing his fingers in bit by bit. Once it finally started feeling good, you pulsed your hips, urging him to continue. You started rubbing your clit, and he started moving his fingers again, evoking all kinds of sensations that made your body thrum under his touch.

Caught up in a haze of pleasure as he changed the rhythm of his finger thrusts, you were lost in euphoria.

“Y/N?” He pulled your hair gently to garner your attention but it just seemed to heighten your arousal.

You didn’t want to talk. You felt so good, and Billy was doing the most amazing things to you, and you just wanted to enjoy this moment. Suddenly he was turning you around and pressing you against the wall, forcing you to look up at him.

His dark, devilish eyes were focused entirely on you. Your heart was pounding in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you couldn’t breathe let alone think.

“Mine,” he said, cupping your face.

It wasn’t a question, it was a declaration. A complete sentence claiming you fully as his own. It was terrifying.

Just when you were about to argue, he closed his mouth over yours, kissing you possessively, and you were lost in him all over again.

***

Billy’s head was resting on your chest as both of you relaxed on your bed. He’d just gone down on you and you were still recovering, waiting for your heart to return to normal speed. You were casually stroking his wet hair, pondering the events of the last few hours.

Tonight had gone nothing like you’d expected. It was supposed to be a birthday celebration, a fun night, something to keep your mind off your troubles but Billy had crashed the night, throwing you off-kilter like always. Somehow two of you were now in bed, your bodies tangled together. Yet, there’d been no sex. You guys had fooled around a lot, done things you hadn’t tried before, even your vibrator hadn’t gone untouched – but every time you thought he would fuck you he hadn’t. Instead he’d distracted you with some other move, making you lose all coherency.

“Why aren’t you fucking me?” you finally asked.

He shifted up to look at you, scooting up your body so he was hovering above. “Multiple orgasms not enough for you?”

His words made your cheeks flush, you were suddenly embarrassed for being so demanding. “Never mind,” you huffed, pushing him off. You turned to your side, facing away from him only for him to spoon you from behind, his chin wedged against your shoulder.

His voice was laced with bitterness when he spoke next, his hand smoothing down your arm and naked body. “Last time we had sex you picked a fight after and ran out on me. I still have no idea what I did wrong.”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to turn around to face him. Of course he had no idea why being fucked in a dirty alleyway next to a trashcan when he was pissed would make her feel like shit. “Yeah, sounds like I was being totally unreasonable. Maybe I was on my period or something,” you muttered.

He chuckled against your skin, still peppering your back with soft, wet kisses, hand spanning your belly. “Apology accepted.”

“I wasn’t apologizing!” you snapped.

“Yeah, well, I still forgive you.”

He was trying to be cute, and you were determined not to be swayed by it. Goddamn it, no. You knew better than to fall for his adorable act. “Billy, I want you to leave.”

“Nope,” he declared, rolling over and taking you with him so now you were splayed on top of him. His arms were locked around you, holding you tightly in place. “You don’t really want that.”

“Oh, you can read my mind now?”

“Of course.” Flashing you an incorrigible smile, he cupped your face and lifted his head to drop a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re mine now. It comes with the territory.”

Your smile stiffened. Every time he declared you his it made you angry, anxious and panicked. It infuriated the feminist part of you because you didn’t belong to anyone – you weren’t a toy. But it was the idea of being connected to Billy so deeply, intertwined with him to such a degree that you didn’t know where you ended and he began that terrified you. You gave yourself a mental shake. Those kinds of bonds didn’t exist for people like you. Relationships like that were for people who were idealists and optimists who hadn’t seen evil, who didn’t know how fucked up people could be so they were free to be vulnerable and share themselves with others. That wasn’t you. That would never be you. Frankly that wasn’t Billy either and it was ridiculous he thought it was. “You need to stop saying that.”

“Why?” His eyebrow shot up, challenging you.

“Because I’m my own fucking person. I don’t belong to you.”

He sat up, you did the same. “I get it. You’re a strong, independent woman. I heard you roar.” His fingers drew lazy circles on your arm, eyes deceptively soft, but then he gripped your elbow and pulled you roughly so you were crushed against him. His expression was dark, there was a savageness on his face which both thrilled and terrified you. “That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.”

“Billy, you can’t possibly think you’re in love with me.”

“I’m not,” he scoffed. “You don’t love me either. That’s not for us.” His hand palmed your face, thumb swiping your bottom lip. “But this?” He gestured between you and him. “This is real.”

You didn’t believe for a second he was actually serious. A week ago Billy was still seeing other women – he’d been on a date with Dinah Madani for fuck’s sakes when you saw him last – and now he was claiming the two of you had forged some kind of deep connection? You laughed, you couldn’t help it. “Look, if this is some kind of play to get me to sleep with you again, you don’t need to bother. I want to fuck you.” Your hand trailed down his bare chest, feeling his ab muscles contract under your touch. Before you could reach below to touch his cock, he grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, I know you want me tonight. What about tomorrow? Next week?”

You clenched your jaw. Of course. “You want to go back to being regular fuck buddies.”

He started playing with your fingers. “But not like before.”

“What do you mean?”

His eyes held you transfixed in place. “We only fuck each other.”

Your heart started beating rapidly, your hands felt clammy. You’d waited to hear those words from him for so long but now that the moment was actually here you weren’t ready for it. You didn’t want this. If you were exclusive with him, that meant your feelings for him would deepen over time. You’d probably even end up falling in love with him, giving him complete power over you. Billy could hurt you. He could destroy you. Worse yet, if he turned out to be like your father-

No, no, absolutely not. Immediately you moved away from him and started dressing. “I have to get up early tomorrow, I have a lot of errands to run-”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.” He stood up, unabashedly naked, picking up his clothes from the floor. There was an arrogant smirk on his face as he slid into his clothes. “You need some time to get used to the idea.”

“Billy-”

“I have to go to Vegas for work for a few days. We can talk more about this when I come back.” He picked up his watch from your nightstand table and placed it around his wrist. “Walk me out?”

You followed behind him to the door, careful to keep your distance.

When he was out in the hallway, he turned around to face you. You were taken aback when he reached down to place a gentle kiss your cheek, a gesture very much unlike him. Your heart fluttered with excitement while your stomach simultaneously dropped with anxiety. It was like you were two different people, each going crazy over a different reason.

“Want to know why I didn’t fuck you tonight?” he asked.

You didn’t respond, still watching him cautiously.

“I won’t deal with you walking out on me again.” He cocked his eyebrow. “If you want me to put out, you’ll have to admit there’s something real between us.”

The sheer arrogance in his voice pissed you off. “Or I can find someone who’s not an asshole.”

His onyx eyes bore into you, the menace in them playing havoc with your thoughts. “Do that and you’ll be signing their death warrant.” He cradled your face, stroking your cheek. “Now go inside and lock the doors. Get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

One minute he was threatening murder, the next he was being incredibly gentle with you. No wonder you were so confused. You closed the door, exhaling a deep sigh.

Tomorrow you were going to start your firearms training. The day after you had a meeting with one of Marcus Boyd’s shady contacts. Your topmost priority was making sure you felt safe again and that meant dealing with Adam once and for all. Nothing else mattered – not even Billy.

Part 12

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[ozarkthedog]

Cock Worship | Andy Barber

warnings: Smut. 18+ only. Cock Worship. Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Anal Play.

word count: 1,300 

author’s note: one of my goals in life is to suck the soul out of Andy Barber.

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You drop to your knees in front of an exhausted Andy after spying him on the couch still in his suit. His eyes shut when your fingers unbuckle his belt and a soft groan leaves his lips when he realizes your intentions.

You pull his cock out carefully, still soft and limp, distracted by the noise in his brain. His name is a whisper on the air and it forces his eyes open. You hold his mind with a simple, “Shhh.” His jaw goes slack and his eyes close once more, willing his brain to relax.

He raises his hips and you slide off his navy pants and boxer briefs, folding them up and setting them to the side. Your hands slide up his bare thighs and massage the thick cord of muscle beneath. He breathes deeply, melting into your touch and letting go of the world.

Your fingers travel up and around his growing girth and land on his tattooed hips. He wiggles his lower half, snorting when you draw over the black ink with a delicate finger. With a sly grin you lean in close and kiss down each side of his ‘V’ until your nose is tickled by auburn hair. You never wanted him to shave despite his offering.

Sitting back on your heels you lay your head on the top of his thigh and stare at the length of him. He has such a perfect cock. Long enough to caress your cervix when he drives his hips too deep and wide enough that your fingers didn’t overlap when you had him in your grip.

The tip was round and abundant but smaller than his shaft as the length grew extensive all the way down to the base. Soft and smooth with a thick vein running down the underside until it meets his sack.    

Sure, you gave him countless blowjobs and mind-blowing orgasms but you never really took your time to appreciate every inch of his body.

He was half hard and laid to the side when you trailed your fingers up his hardness. It twitched in response to your lithe touch, jumping momentarily and then lying back down. “I love your cock when it’s soft.”

You encompassed his warm flesh in your palm, giving it a few good tugs and pumping more blood into his shaft. You watched in awe as his cock grew to full mast with just the smallest drop of pre cum topping his crown.

You licked your lips, yearning with hunger to have his musk taint your senses. You’ve become accustomed to his smell and taste, your body always calling to have his scent on you ever since you first took him in your mouth.

“I love the way you taste.”

He lifted his hips slightly when your fingertips circled his swollen, reddening tip. Light, teasing grazes made his jaw clench, soft moans slipping from his lips.

“I love your cock.” you confessed, even though he’d heard those words a million times before, you spoke them with meaning.

Tender kisses covered his base and slowly moved up the length of him. Your tongue darts out every so often leaving a wet trail from base to tip.

Andy hissed as your hot breath consumed his aching flesh until you took a long swipe on the underside of his inflamed crown. He fisted the couch cushions and grunts a raspy, “Fuck.”

Your tongue swirled around his heated flesh as you pumped your fist with expertise. Not too fast, and not too slow.

“I love how hard you feel in my hands.” you murmured against his shaft, your eyes never leaving his, “Love how you spread me open and pulse inside me.”

Your lips locked around his circumference before ever so slowly swallowing him down. The spongy tip nestled at the back of your throat making the both of you moan. Your fist pumped what you couldn’t fit, clenching your hand every time your cunt throbbed.

You got just as much pleasure as you gave when it came to giving Andy a blow job. Countless times you never needed any prep because the sheer act of getting your mouth on him was enough to do the job.

Flat strokes with your tongue teased the head and swirled around, driving him wild.

“God Damnit, Honey.” His fingers dove into your hair, not pushing or pulling, only resting. Feeling. Needing to have his hands on you to know this was real.

His nails scratched at your scalp when you drifted your hand down to his sack, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh. You feel his hips lift suddenly, moving on instinct, trying to get as deep as he can.

You gag harshly, sputtering over his length before pulling off with a smile, tears in your eyes. His face is full of embarrassment as he wipes away the salty trails. “Sorry, Honey.”

His girth pulses in your steady grip as you slowly jerk him off, “Hush.” You playfully swipe at his crown once more before dragging your tongue down his member and around his sack.

Andy whimpers in the back of his throat as you lave at his hidden jewels, sucking one into your mouth and relishing in his musk. His length throbs in your hand as you circle his crown with nimble digits and tickle his frenulum with prowess.

His body goes rigid, so close to the edge as you unexpectedly slip lower, tongue diving into his barely touched hole.

The most ragged groan leaves his body as more blood fills his girth, making it strain. You kiss and suck around his puckered opening, the wrecked sounds falling from his lips spurring you on with every push.

Your hand swirls around his cock, pumping him harder and harder driving him towards his peak. “Let go for me, Babe. Just let go.” you encouraged before diving your tongue into his hole with determination. His body tenses as you shove past the tight ring, sending pleasurable vibrations to course through him.

He was coming before he was coming. All the muscles in his body spasmed hard and the hands in your hair shook as he tipped over the edge, grunting feverishly.

Spittle trailed up his length as your lips closed around his pulsing crown, catching his spurting release with enthusiastic moans. His salty spend filled your mouth as you sucked and wrung out every little drop before eagerly swallowing it down.

If it were possible, Andy sunk even further into the cushions, the look on his face was utter bliss. The stress induced lines in his forehead ceased and his breathing evened out, he deserved to be in this comfortable state forever you thought to yourself, giving his deflating girth one last precious kiss.

“Come on, Babe. Let’s go take a hot shower and order in.” you run your fingers through his hair making him mumble under your soft caress. His eyelids flutter open, taking in your goddess like form kneeling before him. “I’d love that.”

He sat up and placed a tender kiss to your hairline before tilting your chin and slotting his lips over yours. He pulled back with a growl, licking the slight remains of his spend from your lips, he loved tasting himself on you.

“Shall we?” you stood with a sly smile and an extended hand before he slid his palm over yours. 

His eyes were lively and playful, running up the length of you, the Andy you knew was coming back to life. “Perhaps, I’ll have an appetizer before dinner arrives.” he teased, groping your jean covered mound.

You mewled, grinding your core into his hand and whispering, “Only if you can catch me.” 

You playfully swatted his bare behind before you took off running up the stairs with him hot on your heels.

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[navybrat817]

All Work and No Play

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: Andy Barber owns you, but you own him, too. Word Count: Over 900 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, office sex, possessive behavior, feels, Andy Barber (a big warning) A/N: Andy needs some love, so here we go with drabble #3! Enjoy, lovelies!

Written on my phone and not beta read, so any and all mistakes are absolutely my own!

I do not consent to have my work posted on any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission. 18+ Please!!! By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old. Enjoy, lovelies!

“I don’t understand why you’re telling me this now after we sent you the final revision.”

Andy’s tone was professional as he spoke into the phone. The man on the other line never would have suspected that you were currently bent over Mr. Barber’s desk, your skirt raised and panties gone as he casually ran a finger up and down your slit. The motion was deliberate, as if he wanted to see how far he could push before you broke. But you didn’t break easily. He taught you better than that.

“You realize how long that will take to redraft?” he asked, pushing a finger into your sopping hole. “It’s not my time I’m worried about. It’s her time.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from whining as he thrust his finger in and out of your tight channel, your legs starting to shake. You lost track of just how long he had you there, but the lull of the steady rhythm had you on edge. And that was just his finger. 

“Don’t feed me your bullshit when we both know I’m better at it than you,” he snapped, nearly making you jump when he pulled his finger out and away. Some of your growing arousal trickled out as you heard him unbuckle his belt. Was he aching the way you were? “We’ll get it done. And you’ll apologize the next time you see her. Do I make myself fucking clear?”

You dared to raise your head and look over your shoulder, seeing his lips purse as he freed himself. He didn’t like people taking your time away from him, but you still reaped the benefits of his wrath. When he realized you were staring, he softly smiled. You’d do anything to keep that smile on his handsome face.

“Good,” he said, still gazing at you as he hung up the phone. “I’m sorry, honey. Where was I?”

“You were teasing me,” you pouted as he chuckled, turning your head to face forward when he stood up. “When you should be fucking me.”

“Is that right? Are you in charge, honey?” he asked softly, brushing his tip along your folds. 

“Yes and no,” you answered, moving so your breasts were flush against the desk.

“Explain,” he said, the rich timbre of his voice making you shiver.

 “At this moment, you’re in charge. And I love that… but you also need me. That anger and aggression you feel? My body takes it and molds it into something beautiful. So, in a way, I AM in charge. And doesn’t that make us equal?”

You didn’t have to look back to know the look on his face was one of pride. “You are my equal. You’re my everything.”

You barely managed to smother your cry when he slammed into you, feeling his hand soothingly rub your back to steady you. Tears filled your eyes, squeezing them shut. How was is possible that this Adonis was yours?

“I know, honey. You’re always so good for me.”

He slid out slowly, letting you feel the full drag of his cock, before he impaled you again. The strangled moan you let out wasn’t even a sound you knew you could make. It shouldn’t have surprised you. He instinctively gave you what you needed without having to ask. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

You buried your face in your arm to muffle your cries, hearing him growl as his hips met yours. He told you once it was bittersweet when you smothered your sounds because he loved hearing you fall apart. But you would invade his other senses. He would inhale your sweet scent as his fingers dug into you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he tasted the release he would inevitably see between your thighs. You were his favorite flavor, after all.

“You’re right, you know,” he grunted, leaning down so his chest was against your back. From that angle, you could feel just how much your cunt had to stretch to take him in. And each thrust brought you closer to that precipice. “You do own me. And I own you. That’s what you’re leaking around me. That’s why you love me.”

The muffled moan you let out told him he was right, your lips raising just enough so he could slam into that spot. You were begging with your body since you couldn’t form the words. You needed to fall to pieces. You were the puzzle that only he knew how to put together. “Show me you love me.”

You trembled uncontrollably as you let it consume you, his body firmly keeping you in place to feel everything. You were certain you screamed his name in the crook of your arm, like that would somehow extinguish the flames of passion. You barely registered that he was still thrusting, your thighs burning before you felt him stop. The feel of clamping on his cock as he coated you with his release was addicting. The heady rush, the need for more. You’d never get over the craving.

Soft kisses to the back of your neck made you hum in appreciation, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of him still inside you as his beard tickled your skin… Before his phone rang.

“Let me answer it this time,” you suggested breathlessly, canting your hips when he leaned up. “We’ll see how long it takes for them to hang up.”

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[buckyhoney]

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚.𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: here is a quick andy blurb. i didn't wanna find a moodboard lmao... anyways, thank you for the request! i've been in need of some andy content lately <3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: andy barber x assistant!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, unedited, language, unprotected sex, rough sex, degrading kink, squirting, fingering, spanking, affairs, sorry for any missed typos

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 650

By his tone over the phone, you knew the meeting didn't go as planned. Andy had been working on this plea for weeks, and it had been shot down in minutes.

"Get over here now." The threatening tone sent sparks through your body and a faint heartbeat between your legs.

Looking at your phone, you see the time- he only had an hour to get to dinner with Laurie. As fast as you could manage, you gather your paperwork and laptop and hurry out of the small café.

The stress from the plea deal falling through caused Andy's chest to be tight and his anger to boil over. His phone lights up with texts and missed calls from Laurie. Andy ignores them and tosses his phone on the other side of his desk.

His hands rub his face, hoping it'd calm him down- but it only leaves him frustrated further.

When you walked into his office, Andy's eyes darken instantly- all he sees is red. Getting up from his desk, he unbuckles his belt.

Dropping your purse and bag, you shut and lock the door.

"You have dinner in half-" You're cut off by his hands tugging at your waist and his lips colliding with yours.

"Shut. Up." Mumbling into your mouth, his hands slide up the sides of your body- untucking your shirt.

Not breaking the sloppy kiss, Andy backs your bodies into his desk.

Before you had time to react, the kiss his broken. Aggressively, Andy twists your waist and pushes your body into the desk.

Squealing, your skirt is yanked up your legs- exposing your panties.

"What a pretty ass," Andy moans as his palm harshly makes contact with your skin.

A whimper escapes your lips; Andy is addicted to your sounds- every whimper, whine, and moan only encourages him.

"All mine," Another snack.

Andy tugs the fabric of your panties aside, and strings of arousal pull with it.

"Mm, look at you- you like when I use you as my fuck toy, huh?" Before you could answer, Andy shoves two fingers inside your dripping hole.

"Can't even speak? Too full?" You push back into his fingers, moaning.

Pumping and curling his fingers inside, your eyes flutter shut and you enter a state of bliss.

Andy's cock is throbbing against his slacks- precum drips from his tip as he watches your pathetic hole clench around his fingers.

In a matter of seconds, your orgasm is ripped from you. Your legs are numb and weak, but Andy hoists you onto his desk.

"Please Andy," He rubs the tip along your folds, grazing your sensitive clit- teasing your hole.

"Fuck!" Your head falls back as Andy's cock rams into your cunt- not bothering to allow time to adjust to his size.

The only sounds in the room are the sounds of your moans and Andy's grunts.

The anger and frustration overtake him and each thrust is deep and rough. Your body has become his stress toy.

Andy enters his own world, the only sounds that fill the space are his grunts and your whimpers and whines. There was no stopping Andy- not even the sweet sound of your voice warning him you were about to cum.

Your eyes roll back and your legs are numb- using his shoulder to keep yourself propped up.

The wave of pleasure crashes into you- your walls clenching around his cock. His cock continues to ram inside your cunt, despite the oversensitivity.

"Andy! Please I-" An unfamiliar feeling knots in your stomach.

Suddenly a rush of pleasure runs through your body.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out, nails digging into Andy's shoulders for support.

Andy is pulled back into reality and looks down. His slacks were covered in your juices.

"Did you..." Andy stares at you in awe,

"... squirt? I think so," Your body completely weakened from pleasure, you laugh- still panting.

"I'm canceling dinner."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bent, not broken 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; violence; injury; blood; fingering, mean Steve, watching, manipulation, poly dynamic-ish

This is a dark!fic and features the winter soldier and Captain Hydra x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: An attack leads to the uncovering of decades old secrets when you are taken by the deadliest assassin in the world

Note: Tomorrow we’ll have an Andy one shot (we’ll see if it stays that way ahah) but first enjoy this depraved pair.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The soldier pushed you ahead of him. You limped as you hugged your sore ribs, his steps echoing around you ominously. He directed you around endless corners and stopped you at a door. 

He reached around you to push it open and pointed you inside. As he came close, you once more caught a stench of the blood and dirt in his hair. You entered and he followed, the door clanging loudly. 

The bedroom was spacious and lived-in, unlike much of the immense hideaway. There was another set of tall windows looking out into the mountain passes and a large bed against the other wall. You rubbed your upper arms as you looked around and in the milieu of the room, you saw the existence of these two men, if they were still that.

You felt a tug on the back of your dress and as you glanced back at Bucky, he pulled your skirt up roughly and snapped his fingers. You stared at him as he unbuckled the holster around his shoulders and retreated. 

You watched him cross to a metal cabinet with the same censor lock as your door. He opened it and carefully placed each weapon strapped to his body inside. He closed the door harshly and glared at you as he unzipped the slanted zipper of his jacket. He shrugged out of it and tossed it over one of the ample armchairs. 

He pulled off his long-sleeved shirt and set it pointedly atop the disposed jacket. He tilted his head and neared you, curling his fingers under the straps of your dress and lifted them.

You lowered your chin and raised your arms slowly. He stripped you in a single swoop and you shivered as you stood naked before him. His breath grew gristled and deliberate as his fingertips traced the line of your collar bone then the curve of your chest and waist. He lingered on your rib cage and pressed more firmly. You flinched and he dropped his hands.

He shook his head and turned away, pointing to a door just opposite him. You followed the gesture and carefully crossed the room, peeking back at him nervously. You pushed through the door and entered the equally astounding bathroom. 

The round chamber was walled completely in glass and the plunge below made your stomach sink. A vast, round, stone tub stood central to the room, a large showerhead hung above, the floor built in a precise mosaic as an arced counter lined the left wall. It was unlike anything you’d seen before and belonged on one of those ridiculous lifestyle shows that featured houses you could never afford.

You heard a step behind you and looked over your shoulder. Bucky had removed his stained ribbed tank and his boots, his hands loosing the belt at his waist. He nodded to the tall taps and you went over to twist each and tested the temperature from the faucet as it spouted to life.

You heard the rustle of fabric and the clink of his buckle. His bare feet slapped on the floor as he neared and he nudged your hip as he stepped over the side of the tub pulled down the stopper. The stone basin began to fill as you climbed over the high wall and lowered yourself opposite him, just beside the faucet as you folded your legs.

You felt his eyes on you as he let his legs sprawl out, the tub big enough to do so. He sat forward as the water crested his thighs and grabbed your arm. He drew you over to him and you let him guide your body around and against his. He nestled you between his legs and drew your back against his hard front. He took a deep breath and bent his knees to cradle you as he reclined.

You shivered as the water grew higher and watched the foam as the falling stream met the surface. As it reached just an inch below the rim, he pointed over your shoulder and you slid forward to turn off the flow. You sat back and he slung his arms around your middle. You felt his heart beating, quickly at first, and then it slowed as the hot water lulled you.

You sat like that for a while before he gently moved you away from him. He took a cloth folded over the rack and a bottle from the shelf below. He moved toward you through the water and urged you up onto your knees. He began with a drop of the soap on the cloth and washed your neck and chest softly. He kept on, lifting you to your feet until he got every inch of you, then handed over the cloth.

You took it and unfolded it then folded it outside in. You lathered it with fresh soap and looked at his muscled chest. There were some shallow cuts along his flesh and down his arm. As you got the scars that lined the conjunction of flesh and metal, he stopped you and led your hand back to his stomach. He pushed his metal arm back as he watched you scrub away the grime on his body.

You shied away around his intimate parts but he pulled your hand back. You washed him as quickly as you could and when you were done, he took the cloth and tossed it in a wad beside the bottle of soap. He sat you back down and had you clean his sweaty hair with aromatic shampoo, little groans slipping out each time you touched his scalp.

The water was cold when at last he pulled the stopper and stood. He helped you up with a mechanical yank on your arm and guided you out of the tub. He gave you a towel and took one for himself. He pointed you back into the bedroom with two fingers and you obeyed.

He followed and went to the closet. He pulled out a navy blue tee and crossed to you. He pushed it into your hand and parted again. He dried himself and slipped into a pair of flannel pajama pants. He went to the bed and flopped onto his back with a pitiful sigh.

You glanced over as he looked at you. You patted your skin with the towel and pulled on the large tee. You left your towel with his and went to him as he sidled over on the mattress. He drew you down to lay against him and dropped his arm over your middle. You felt him inhale your scent and his hot breath grazed your scalp.

You still felt him between your legs, his rough fingers against your walls, the noise of his ravenous grunts as he tortured you. You held in a quiver and closed your eyes. For now, he was docile and that was the most you could hope for.

★

You were half-asleep when you heard the door. Bucky was snoring into your hair and didn’t rouse as you turned under his arm and peeked past him. Steve shut the door, certain to snap it into the frame so that the man beside you snorted and woke. The soldier sat up and rubbed his eyes, his hand on your leg, and he squeezed as he looked at the other man.

“Mmm,” Steve hummed as he paced along the bottom of the bed, “you smell better at least.”

He came around your side and you leaned away from him as he reached to tug at the neck of the tee. He let it go sharply and dropped his hand to his hip.

“If you wanna sleep,” he snarled over your head, “you can go right ahead but I haven’t even got a taste.”

You were jarred as Steve grabbed the back of your neck and forced you onto your knees. He pushed you down onto your face as your legs were caught beneath you. He slapped your ass hard and you cried out. The bed jostled and you glanced back as far as you could as Bucky clung to Steve’s wrist and kept him from doing it again.

“What did you think would happen when you took her, soldat?” Steve hissed dryly, “hmm? You think I wouldn’t figure it out? That I wouldn’t want to share?”

Steve kept you pinned as he remained in a deadlock with the metal arm. You whimpered as he squeezed and sent a pang down your spine. You reached back to grasp his wrist and kicked your feet.

“Fine, you want her, you get her,” Steve retracted his hand and yanked away from Bucky, “go ahead and fuck her already.” You shakily lifted yourself on your arms as you sensed the intense gaze above you. Steve pushed you back down and barked, “no, just like that.” He rapped his knuckles on your skull before he stepped back, “get behind her and let her feel who you really are.”

“Please,” you begged, “I… he doesn’t want to.”

You looked at Bucky, his jaw ticked as his eyes sparked. He swallowed through his tight throat and you turned back to Steve as he cracked his knuckles and drew a chair up and sat. He put his feet up on the end of the bed and crossed one leg over the other.

“Is that what you think? You think he cares about you?” Steve leaned his head against his fingers, “he’s just a machine. A tool. He doesn’t think, he only wants and takes.” He pushed his head back and let his arm straighten, “I almost think it wasn’t an accident, just an excuse.”

You tried to push yourself up again and Bucky shoved your shoulder back down. He grabbed one wrist and then the other and pulled them behind your back. He locked them in one hand and his other rippled the fabric of the tee shirt.

“I’m right, huh?” Steve taunted, “this is what you wanted all along. Her tight little cunt.”

“Please,” you whispered as struggled, “please, you can stop him--”

“Who said I wanted to?” Steve snarled, “he’s right, this thing between us has gotten a bit dull so why not try something new?”

You sniffed as tears pricked and you pushed your head up as far as you could. You looked over your shoulder and wriggled as you tried to free your wrists.

“Please, Bucky, please, I know that there’s someone still in there,” you begged, “I know it. You saved me. Maybe you hurt me but you helped me too. If you’d left me, I would’ve died--”

“Yes, you would’ve,” Steve snickered, “and you should be wishing you had. Soldat, I wanna hear her scream.”

You gasped in fear as the captain’s icy eyes bore into yours. There was not a mortal in there, only some unloving monster. Bucky tore your shirt up and it split along the middle to the neck. You reached to the end of the mattress and tried to drag yourself away. Steve hit your hands with his heels so that you retracted them with a whimper.

“Please, no,” you sobbed as Bucky gripped your hips and hauled you back against him, “don’t… this isn’t you, I know it, I know it. You don’t want to hurt me, I saw it--”

Your voice turned to a wisp as he shoved two metal fingers deep in your cunt. You whined and quivered around him as he curled them against the rough patch along the front of your walls. He wiggled his hand until the pressure swelled at his fingertips and you muffled your pathetic mewls in the blankets.

“Y- y- you…” you looked up at Steve and wiped your face as Bucky tore his fingers out of you, “you’re evil.”

“Yeah,” he smirked and ran his fingers along his lips, “I think that’s obvious.”

You turned your face down and bent your arms around your head. You felt Bucky shift behind you and the fabric brush against your thighs as he pushed his pants down. He leaned against you and led his tip between your cheeks. You sucked in air and braced yourself as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He slid his tip into you and you exhaled. You clawed the blanket as he slowly impaled you, your lungs empty and painful as he came to his limit. Your walls stretched around him in agony and you bit down on a wrinkle in the duvet and groaned.

“Oh, aren’t you being so sweet, Buck?” Steve sneered, “hmmm, she’s drooling, huh?”

You lifted your head and blinked at him with a scowl. You flicked your lashes through your tears and your nostrils flared in disgust.

“She’s so quiet,” Steve held your glare and cupped his ear, “I’m waiting.”

Bucky pulled back and snapped his hips against your ass. You hissed through your teeth as a wave of pain rolled up your back and scoured your hips. You lifted yourself on your arms as your eyes clung to the captain’s and you clenched your jaw as the soldier thrust again. You huffed through your nose as your arms quaked with each cruel tilt.

“Harder,” Steve ordered as his grin fell.

Bucky obeyed and slammed into you so hard, your legs tingled and your pelvis felt as if it would crack. You moaned and gritted your teeth. He held you steady as he pounded into you, flesh clapping loudly as stifled grunts escaped him. You grimaced as your eyes wetted and the tears trickled down your nose.

“More,” Steve stood and walked along the bottom of the bed as he looked you over, “faster.

Again, his demand was met fervently. You keened and grasped the blankets as the whole bed shook with the frantic fucking. You hung your head as your voice droned from you in a barely muffled whine. You shook your head as you were blinded by your tears and you sniffed as the pain overflowed and drowned out any hint of pleasure.

You gulped as Bucky bent over you, his sweaty torso to your back and snaked his arm around you. He pulled you with him as he sat back on his heels and moved you in his lap, lifting you only to crash your body back down so that your ribs throbbed with each descent. You latched onto his wrist and touched his stomach as you tried to slow him.

“Let it out,” Steve said as he put a knee on the bed, “almost there… this can be over, all you have to do is scream. I know you want to.”

“Why?” you rasped thinly as your nails dug into Bucky’s arm.

“Ask him, I’m sure you’ll get an answer,” Steve got closer and framed your hips with his hand, pushing you down hard with his hands around Bucky’s, “that’s it.”

You exclaimed as the sheer agony rippled through you and you flung a hand out to slap Steve. You missed and hit his shoulder instead. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them above you, holding your arms up as his eyes trailed down and he watched Bucky guide your motion.

“Not inside her,” Steve warned as the grunts grew louder, “we don’t need that shit.”

Steve yanked you up and dropped you onto the mattress. You folded and wrapped an arm around your leg as you daintily touched your tortured cunt. Steve pushed on Bucky’s shoulder until he fell onto his back and leaned in to kiss him as he grabbed his dick. He stroked him firmly until the muscle flexed beneath his skin.

Bucky tossed his head back and came as the captain led him through his climax. Steve didn’t stop until the soldier winced and stopped him with a gasp. He drew his hand away as the other man reclined and turned to you. He grabbed the back of your head and made you sit up as he faced you.

Steve held up his slimy hand and pressed a finger to your lips and poked inside, “you can clean it up…” he growled, “like his good little pet.”

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[onsunnyside]

pls pls pls a blurb about andy barber jerking off with your panties and sucking them dry bc they smell like you and it drives him insane

😳😳 yes I like this

You shield your phone away as people pass by. The library is a little more packed than usual but you don’t care—you can’t care, your eyes are locked on the screen as the deep groans echo through your earphones.

You watch as Andy drags the cotton fabric of your panties up and down his hard length, abs flexing under his white button up. At this angle, you can only see the bottom half of his face as he sits in his office chair, slacks unbuckled and legs spread. His heavy cock is leaking, cum dripping down the girth as his hand slides up.

“Fuck—wish you were here, baby.” His voice filters through, and an immediate dampness appearing in your panties. “Daddy would fuck you right here, and gag you with these since you’re always so fucking loud.”

His jaw tightens as he speeds up, checking his watch for a moment. “Daddy only has a few minutes before a meeting—but I had to send you a video after finding these in my desk.”

You watch with your thighs clenched tightly as he sucks on your panties, even though you can’t see his eyes, you know they’re shut tight. His wrist twists, smearing the little dribbles of his seed as his balls tense, he groans loudly. The veins in his neck become prominent as he mouthes against the gusset, fanatically thrusting into his tight fist as his cum spurts out, all over his clear desk.

You can’t help but whimper, desperately wishing he were filling you up now.

Andy, the menace, takes the camera and shows you the surface of the desk. “This could’ve been inside you, sweetie.” The view switches and it shows him, his face flush. He licks the gusset of your panties, then brings it to his nose. He smirks, “oh, and don’t worry about the mess you left in these, I cleaned it just fine.”

#sonny’s 3k celebration #cruel ask #cruel drabble #cruel: thots

[buckyownsmylife]

Good Morning my darling wife - for headcanon Sunday what about car sex with Andy Barber, picking him up after a stressful day and driving him somewhere pretty then helping him relieve some tension 😏😏

Hello, my love! I loved this idea, reader taking care of Andy as he deserves to be treated!

Headcanon Sunday has started! Send me your ideas, I’ll be writing all day!

You knew something was wrong the second you saw his name on your phone

He was calling you in the middle of the workday

On what was supposed to be a pretty busy week for him

“Baby?”

He didn’t immediately say anything

It was like he wanted to hear your voice, if only for a second

Know that you were there

“Gotta go, sweetheart.”

That was all he said after several minutes of silence

So you made it a point to finish your own work earlier

And go wait for him by his office

“Come here often, handsome?” You winked after he approached your car, still laughing from how you caught his attention by honking

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking you out for a ride, get in!”

He looked in the direction of his own car but decided to follow your lead

He was in desperate need of your company, anyway

“Where are we going?” He’d ask once he was on the passenger seat, but you’d only shrug

“You’ll see.”

The sounds of your song were playing, the familiar notes helping to relax him against his seat

And although he was too tired to speak, it wasn’t uncomfortable

You drove in the type of silence that only too people really familiar with each other could relish in

Until you arrived at a clearing where you could hide the car

Much to Andy’s surprise

“Have you brought me here to murder me, sweetheart?” He’d chuckle, making you laugh too

“’Cause honestly, with the day I had, I don’t think I’m gonna stop you.”

That would make you pout, your heart aching for the man you loved

So you’d unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning over him to graze a hand over his crotch

“Gimme your cock, baby,” you’d seductively whisper in his ear

And that was all it would take for him to get hard under your ministrations

“Sweetheart, fuck,” he’d moan loudly when your warm mouth enveloped the head of his cock

You loved witnessing how easily you could turn him on

“Just relax, baby,” you’d order just before really starting to suck him off

You loved how loud he got when he was like this

With too much pent-up frustration to release

You loved every little moan

And the way he held you by the back of your neck, without forcing you further down his member

Just keeping his touch there

“C’mon, honey,” you’d incite once you came up for air

“Gimme that cum.”

“You know how much I like to taste you.”

And hearing you speak like that was all he needed to spill onto your waiting mouth

“Thanks for taking care of me, sweetheart,” he’d massage your nape as you licked all over his sensitive cock

And you’d only smile and remind him

“You know I’d do anything for you.

I’d do anything for you, daddy 😍

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[jobean12-blog]

Hard Work

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Word Count: 445

Summary: Andy has been working so hard lately and you miss him. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club Kinky Halloween celebration and day 13: potion/cockwarming. Always love a little Andy. Hope you do too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: teasing, flirting, light dirty talk, oral sex (m rec), cockwarming, smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @sheisraging Thank you so much! 🥰

Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

“Andy. It’s so late. Why are you still working?”

You try not to whine as you stand in the doorway of his home office and say the words but he missed dinner and now you want him to come to bed.

“I know honey. But I have to get this done. I have that conference call in five minutes then after that I’m free.”

He answers you without looking up from the papers at his desk and you let out a huff, leaning against the door.

“I can feel you pouting sweetheart,” he teases. “I promise. Just a little longer.”

You dance yourself into the room and stand at the front of his desk, sliding your fingers across the wood and toying with his pens.

He finally looks up.

“Honey,” he growls out.

You startle and turn his way.

“What?” you say innocently. “I’m bored.”

Andy leans back in his chair and looks you over.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asks.

“Maybe,” you simper, fingering the one button you have closed.

He calls you over with the crook of his finger. You walk around the desk and stand between his spread legs. His hand slips under the fabric and slides along your inner thigh, reaching your bare hip. With a feather light touch he grazes your skin and pulls you closer.

His hand moves higher and he unbuttons the single button just below your breasts and pushes his shirt open.

“You’re being very bad sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I have work to do.”

Your fingers comb through his hair, mussing the short strands in the front before you slide them down and through his full beard.

“I am not!” you pout. “I just miss you.”

He dips his fingers between your legs, lightly brushing them against you and hissing when he feels how wet you are. You bite your lip to stifle your moan but as he continues to move his fingers it becomes increasingly difficult. With his heated gaze fixed on you he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean.

“I can tell,” he purrs. “You taste like you do.”

Your hand grabs at his belt and you give it a tug, pulling him a little closer.

“You better make this call fast,” you demand, slowly unbuckling his belt.

You kneel and unzip his pants, freeing his hard cock. You pump his length and take the tip in your mouth, moaning when you taste his precum. His hand lands at the back of your head and he stops your movements.

“I’m going to start my call now honey. Keep my cock warm until I’m finished and then I’m all yours.”

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#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber drabble #andy barber x you #andy barber smut #andy barber imagine #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob #chris evans #kinktober 2021

[doubleleoenergy]

VII. Sad Girl, Lolita Series

Creepin’ around on the side would not be something you would do. But you haven’t seen my man.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: office sex, daddy kink, cock-warming, dirty talk, name-calling (whore, slut)

Words: 1346

Summary: Y/N has an idea for their late night at the office.

“Mr. Barber, everyone’s headed out for the evening. Are you ready to go?” Y/N questioned, standing inside Andy’s office doorway. She tried to address him as only Mr. Barber at work, not wanting to set off any alarms that they were something more. Though they wouldn’t have guessed today with how little time they had spent together.

Andy had been hard at work since he arrived that morning, not even stopping to eat his lunch that y/n had brought him from the deli across the street. He was working through a large stack of paperwork, files and evidence for multiple clients.

“I think I have a few more hours here, I’ll call you an Uber if you’d like to go home.” He suggested, not taking his eyes off the document he had in front of him, a yellow highlighter marking anything of importance on the paper.

Y/N shut the door behind her, locking it with a pout as she sauntered over to his desk, leaning against it. “I don’t want to go home; I don’t mind staying. Besides, I’ve been horny all day, I need some relief Andy.” Her white pleated tennis skirt left nothing to the imagination today, Andy’s eyes trailing over her body, her breasts covered by the thin black spaghetti-strapped top.

“You’ve had me hard as a rock all day wearing that skirt. If I wasn’t so busy, I would’ve fucked you right on my desk this morning.” He admitted, capping his highlighter and leaning back in his chair.

“But daddy.” She whined, knowing the pet name would help her to get what she wanted. “I need to cum, can you take a break?” Her lips jutted out into a pout, her lashes batting sweetly in his direction. Andy’s eyes scanned from her face to the paperwork on his desk, his brows furrowed. He had to finish, he was three-quarters through the stack and had at least two more hours or more of work to do.

“I’ll tell you what, my little Lolita. You can come sit on daddy’s cock, keep it warm and fuck yourself while I work. But you must be quiet so I can concentrate. Okay?”

A smile spread on y/n’s face, knowing she had gotten her way, her thighs clenching together at his suggestion. “Yes daddy, I’ll be quiet.” Andy stood up, unbuckling the black belt that held his trousers in place, pushing them down along with his briefs to let his cock spring free. His length slapped against his white dress shirt, the cool air-conditioned office making him groan. Andy moved to seat himself back in his office chair, stroking his cock and holding it up.

“Come, y/n, sit on daddy’s cock.”

Y/N snaked her way behind his desk, moving so that her back was to Andy. She put her legs between Andy’s thick thighs, kicking her white cotton panties off before gripping his cock, letting Andy’s hand move to her waist. She steadied herself over him, lining his cock up against her entrance before sinking down onto it, her walls clenching around him as she adjusted to his length. Y/N continued to move down until her ass was flush against his bare thighs, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips at being completely full.

Andy scooted his chair closer to his desk, his hands lifting the piece of paperwork he left off on, uncapping his highlighter once again. “There you go, is that what my Lolita wanted? To be stuffed full of daddy’s cock? Such a perfect little slut. Go ahead baby, take what you need. Fuck yourself while I work.”

She was in absolute bliss, her eyes closing as she moved to steady her hands on the armrests of the chair, her heels touching the floor to give her leverage. Y/N’s fingers gripped tightly to the armrests, pulling herself up so the top half of his cock was still seated inside her. Y/N pushed her body back down onto his cock, moaning at being full again.

Her pace started slow, rocking her body up and down, Andy’s cock filling every part of her. Andy moved the piece of paperwork into the finished pile, continuing to highlight three more pages as she bounced on him. The pace was not relieving the burning ache inside her, y/n speeding up, whimpers of pleasure falling from her pursed lips. Andy stopped what he was doing and grabbed her hips, pushing her flush against his lap once again.

“I told you, you need to be quiet. Can’t follow simple orders anymore for daddy? You’re too much of a whore to understand that daddy needs to work, just want to pleasure yourself?” He kept her down despite her movements to try and get free, groaning at how full she felt.

“M’Sorry daddy, I’m so close, please let me cum and I promise I’ll be quiet for the rest of the time.” She pleaded, trying to rut her hips down onto him. With the promise of being quiet he let her hips go, grabbing onto his fifth sheet of paperwork.

Y/N bit her lip to keep from making any further noises, moving her body at the pace she had previously been bouncing on his cock. She slammed her ass down against his bare skin over and over, faster and faster, her legs shaking as she felt her orgasm building. She continued to bounce until she hit her high, closing her eyes tight and focusing on not making a sound.

Her walls clenched and unclenched, her body leaning back against Andy’s chest for support. Andy pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, praising her for being so quiet. “Did so good, my good girl. I love you, Lolita.” He cooed, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek lovingly. “Now I want you to stay still, keep my cock warm until I’m finished. I should be done in a few hours.

Two hours had passed, y/n sitting happily in Andy’s lap, keeping his cock warm inside her pussy. She stayed silent and watched as he worked through his paperwork, his last sheet hitting the pile just after 9:00pm.

“There, now you can speak again.” Andy announced, neatly organizing the papers on the left side of his desk, setting his pen and highlighter on top of the stack.

“Can we go now daddy?” Y/N asked, tilting her head backwards to look up at him.

“No, Lolita. Daddy didn’t get to cum yet, did he?” Andy pushes her off his cock, leaning her forward against his desk as he kicked his chair back to give himself more room. Her cheek pressed against the cherry wood, tilting it just enough so she could look back at him.

Andy stepped forward, his cock teasing against her folds as he let the tip slide inside. He kept just the tip inside, his strong hands resting on each of her shoulders, using them to lock her in place as his cock bottomed out in her cunt.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, should’ve bent you over my desk a long time ago.” He kept a brutal pace, slamming his cock in and out of her wet heat as she cried out, her body rutting forward on the desk with each thrust. “Take it, take daddy’s cock.” He commanded, setting a ruthless pace for them.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, a second orgasm rushing through her body. “Fuck, daddy I came again. Please, daddy! Please cum in my pussy!” Her body shook with each thrust, skin slapping and moans of delight filling his office.

He continued to thrust until he came, coating her walls with his release, his breathing ragged as he let his chest fall forward against her back. He pinned her to the desk, both catching their breaths before he slowly pulled out of her cunt, backing up until he seated himself in his desk chair yet again.

“Get your panties back on and let’s go home. We’ll order some takeout and cuddle in bed.” He suggested, working to pull his trousers back on.

“Only if we can order Chinese.”

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