Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.
Chubby Dumpling calling…
No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “…no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”
You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”
Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.
Chubby Dumping
You okay? What happened?
You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.
The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.
Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.
He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.
Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?
Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands.Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y…you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again.He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.
He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts.You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”
“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.
His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.
“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,”without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.
“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”
REQ: ANON, okay so - andy had almost won a case but from cheating and false witnesses and evidences made by his opposition he loses the case. he knows he’s cheated so he’s extra pissed bc he can’t prove it and the reader finds a proof to show they created the evidence so he //thanks// them
Andy closed his eyes shut and placed his fingers over the bridge of his nose upon hearing that the Judge decided to shorten the duration of the case that he’s currently working on because of the unexpected, at least to his part. false witnesses and statements coming from the opposition “Mr. Barber, it’s okay. I know you’re doing your best.” his client tried to comfort him. He truly wished that it comforted him, even just by a little, but it didn’t because Andy wanted to do right by his client on winning her child’s custody especially when the child’s father that they’re up to is a rich abusive bastard. “He’ll do whatever it takes to poison everyone, even my son just for him to secure his bag and have his heir.”
Andy looked back, “Listen, I’ll do everything I can for us to win this case. Okay? Just- just… Don’t give it up yet, okay? This is your son, Marta. He deserves to be with his mother. We’re not gonna let Drysdale win this one.” Even when her eyes scream that she’s close to giving up, Marta managed to nod and trust Andy’s words. He’s the best of Newton after all.
“Great work, Y/N.” you came back to your senses and stopped looking toward Marta and Andy after Ransom put his hand over your waist while he approves of your performance for today’s hearing. “Not a big deal. Just doing my job, Mr. Drysdale. Call me if you need anything.” not wanting to be in any more discomfort, you slowly provided distance from Ransom and walked away from the room.
Andy saw you walking toward the exit over his peripheral vision. “You can go home now, I’ll update you as soon as I get something.” He gave Martha a light hug before he said his goodbyes and tries to run up to where you’re going. Luckily, he was able to reach you by the parking, “Y/N!”
“Andrew Barber. To what do I owe this pleasure?” you wonder. “You really wanna play this game? This is an innocent child we’re fighting for. How can you even work for that Drysdale knowing he’s a fucking bastard?” Because I had no choice. It’s either I take this case or I’ll get fired from my firm. “How dare you allow them to present such lies? Marta is fighting for her son, Ransom is fighting for his money yet you’re still… Huh. I thought you were better than this.” a pang of guilt suddenly arises from you, Andy looking disgusted as he stood still talking you out.
Before you could even say anything, you see Ransom’s car stopped by the lot and rolled the window from his side. “Well, what’s up? This dickhead bothering you, Y/N?” Andy hissed. “Fuck off, Drysdale,” “No, man. You fuck off. You’re out here talking to my lawyer, you want to get yourself into trouble? Want to add something to pile on your overloaded plate?”
“Mr. Drysdale, I’m fine.” you looked at him calmly, with a warning. “Mr. Barber was just leaving. He can never bother me with anything. Not when we’re already winning.” Andy cannot believe the words coming out of your mouth. What the fuck happened with the Y/N I know of? You didn’t even give another glance to Andy and proceeded to get in your car because you couldn’t handle the weight on your chest getting heavier.
It was past midnight when a loud curse fired through Andy’s lips, “Damn it!” he loosened his tie and dropped the documents he just finished reading with immense force that caused his things to scatter all over the place. As much as he hates to admit it, he knows he’s losing this. He went out of his working area and walked to the kitchen of his newly bought apartment to get himself a fresh shot of American whisky. He folded the white button-down shirt he was wearing before pouring himself a good amount of alcohol.
You sit back on the other hand and stare at the flash drive filled with data that provides the evidence to support Andy’s claims for Drysdale’s covered-up crimes. His words repeating all over your head. I thought you were better than this. As much as you want to do something for Marta to win this case, you know deep down you couldn’t. Ransom was too powerful for you to mess with, not when you’re still under Thrombey’s supported firm. Earlier you thought about how could you help Marta with this case without putting yourself on the edge of a cliff. With Andy having such a respectable reputation, Ransom knows enough that he too could pull some strings. That’s it. You stood up and brought the flash drive with you.
A loud knock coming from his main door caught Andy’s attention. Who the fuck would come here at this hour? To his surprise when he opened the door, it was you. Looking undeniably gorgeous wearing the skin-toned blouse and navy skirt you wore during the hearing. The bourbon must’ve already hit him, he thought. “You gonna let me in or increase the chances of me getting caught coming to your place as each second passes?” you say as your brow raised, sarcastically questioning Andy.
He left the door open and sat down on his couch. You scoffed at how prideful this man can be, even with him knowing that you were the only chance he has to win this case. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” walking toward the couch sitting before him after locking the door and putting down the blinds of his windows, “oh you knew I was about to come after your little… Drama there,” “No, I didn’t.,” he jokingly protested. “Then why the hell did you come up to me arguing about Marta’s innocent child, huh?”
“I just hoped that you were still the Y/N I used to study with during our time in law school.”
Annoyed with his antics, “Oh fuck me, enough with that shit, Barber.”
“Want me to?” he moved his face uncomfortably closer to yours.
You moved away and rolled your eyes upon hearing his delusional come back. Or is it delusional? “Can I ask you something, Andrew?” he looked at you, settled his whisky on the coffee table, and nodded. “Why are you so eager to win this case?” Andy’s brow raised and went down following the deep breath he took. “Marta’s son reminds me of Jake,” “you know when he was still… Here.” you looked down the carpet above his shiny wooden floors, allowing him to have a moment to remember his son that has passed. Andy stood up and refilled his glass. “Whiskey?” offering you a drink, “only if it’s bourbon.” You knew that he only drinks whiskey if it’s bourbon. A curved passed by his lips as he pours another shot of whiskey into the glass that he soon offered to you.
“Thanks, anyway, d’you have your laptop with you here?” his brows furrowed in response, “‘course. Why’d you ask?” you didn’t answer his question and proceeded to go to his working space. You slowly walked through and examined the progress he has over Ransom. Looking over connections he could pull with the data you were about to give him. Bam. There we go. You stopped by a posted picture of Ransom leaving a strip club and let out a laugh almost like a whisper. “What? My collected documents seem funny to you?” No. I’m just amazed that you were still able to find these even if Thrombey pressed some serious threats to keep these hidden. “Maybe. Anyway, c’mere,” you motioned for him to follow you as you sit through his chair. His laptop was open so you pick up the flash drive you bought with you and inserted it into the plug of his gadget. Andy hovering you made your breath hitch. Thinking he wasn’t able to hear that, you continue to pretend that you weren’t intimidated by his presence. He, on the contrary, looked down at you and had a playful smirk painted on his face. His eyes instinctively passed by your heaving chest. Shit.You turn your head, looking at him to discuss what each folder represents. “Eyes up here, Barber.” his eyes squinched by your sudden command.
You explained how he can counterattack your claims on the upcoming hearing you were about to have. As much as he’s focused on your presented outputs, he couldn’t help himself but be in awe of both your beauty and intelligence. “All clear to your end now?” letting out a heavy breath of content, he motioned his brows up to clear your query. “Good then, my work is done here. Forget that I came, delete the CCTV footage of me knocking on your door. Just… Take care of the things that can get of my way.”
Andy followed you as you pack your things that were left on his couch. “Wait,” “You’re leaving just like that?” he reached, standing in front of you. “Of course. What do you think I’d do? Stay here and get caught? Must’ve been out of your mind,” you shake your head, abruptly trying to remove the thoughts that have been running through your head as you were discussing things earlier. “Stay a bit longer. I need to do something,” you look up at him, confused. “What?”
“This.”
He grabbed you by your nape and pushed his lips deeply onto yours. Initiating a kiss that wholly defines hunger and desperation. When you said must’ve been out of your mind earlier, you weren’t aware that it applies to yourself too. ‘Cause, you couldn’t even explain to yourself why you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging his hair. Andy grabs you by the back of your knee, carrying you and initiating a straddling position as he relaxes down on the couch. You start to run out of air while having your steamy make-out session with Andrew fucking Barber. You placed your palms on his chest and pushed your lips off of his. Catching your breath harder than ever. Andy is searching for hesitation in your eyes, “Y/N” he dare mention your name, heavily breathing. His hands slowly sliding up your thighs. Flushed and in shock, you only look at him in response. “Consider this my thanks for your help. No?”
You lightly sneered by the way he asked for your consent. “Deal,” with your agreement, Andy continued to up the movements of his hand, but before he could get any higher you stopped his hand by putting yours onto his. “Need I remind you, forget that I came here, Andrew.” he couldn’t help but smile as you say his name, “you’re the only one who still calls me that.” Getting tired of his constant trip back to memory lane, “I reminded you of something. Didn’t I? Answer me.” you strongly emphasized. “‘F Course, Ma’am.”
“What else d’you need to take care of?”
“You?” you clenched with his teasing remark. “Andrew,” uttering in a more serious tone.
“Take care of the things that can get of your way,” he affirmed you that he didn’t forget any of the instructions you’ve given him.
“Good boy,”
His eyes widened and so does his plumped mouth after hearing what you’ve just said. You feel him getting hard and so you continue to up your game, “well why, does Mr. Andrew Barber himself like being praised?” he felt compelled by you, at that moment, suddenly all he wanted to do was please you. “Do you?” following him up with your little interrogation. “Yes.” finally he answered and came back to his senses. “Then why don’t you follow me and let’s see how good can you be, baby”
“What d’you want me to do to you, Y/N?” he placed your hair that’s been covering a slight part of your face at the back of your ear.
“Touch me, Andrew.” his remaining modesty flashed before his eyes. Hell. Is this really happening? He couldn’t believe that after years of restraint, he was finally gonna be able to feel you.
You didn’t need to repeat yourself for him to follow. Like a good student he was back then, he moved his hand up your clothed core and brushed his thumb in circles. Your lips parting as you closed your eyes shut, motioning forward—slowly brushing your cheek to his neck. However, you wanted to challenge him more. So you decided for your tongue to romantically savor his neck. A groan of desperation came out of him, his free hand squeezing your ass while you continue to give him a distracting sensation by hitting the right spots of his neck. He noticed you were doing this on purpose.
Andy, naturally being competitive, pushed your panties to the side and brush through your glistening cunt. Making you suck on his neck intuitively, leaving him a mark. “Guess you’re gonna have a hard time covering that up” you quickly reacted. “Who says I’m even thinking of covering it up?” he pushed a finger inside you, your legs lightly shook in response. “Bold. I like that,” trying hard to not fail the ongoing battle of dominance. “What else would you like, Ma’am?” he tilts his head, asking with pleading eyes. “I’d like for you to taste me now, boy.” Without a hint of doubt, he removed his fingers deep inside you and gathered your soaked remains in his mouth. He hums, “sweet. That taste enough?” he continues to test you. “No. If you don’t put your lovely mouth on my wet cunt now, I’m leaving you here all needy.” Damn. “what makes you think I’m going to let you leave unfinished?” He slowly placed you on your back, removing each button of your blouse slowly, placing kisses all the way through. Once he was done removing the buttons one by one, his hand went at your back and unclasped your bra. Leaving him to see your breasts with hardened peaks. He smirked, liking how your body reacts to his touch. Andy didn’t waste any more time and gave your nipple the attention it deserves while he softly grips and twists the other. “That feels so good, my baby, you’re doing so good,” his length only grew harder with your whimpers and assuring notes. “Does it feel good when I do this?” his hand slides down your panties and spreads your wetness all over, applying just the right pressure to leave you wanting for more. “Oh- Fuck yes, yes it does,” you whine.
He removed your lace panties like the flash, “what about this then?” Andy’s cold tongue finally met with your warm throbbing pussy, him relishing how good you taste. Your moans and unholy interaction of his tongue with your core are the only sounds echoing around his living room. “Mm.. Andrew o-oh goodness,” you try to form an instruction however you were occupied with the goodness of him eating you out. “Hmm,” you felt vibrations while he hummed as if asking something. “Mm, so close. Fuck me with your fingers, baby” his shaft starts to ache more and more. Bargaining, “what if I fuck you with something else, Ma’am?” almost begging. “Want to fuck me with your big cock, baby boy? Huh?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies quickly, wanting to be inside of you, wanting to feel what it is like to wrapped in you. “Say please,” you command. “Please Ma’am, let me fuck you,” he complies. Despite his answer you wanted more, you wanted to hear his thoughts, what he wanted to do with you, “yeah? How badly does my baby want to fuck me?” he licks a big stripe up your cunt and met his forehead against yours. “So bad, I can’t think of anything. All I can think about is how good does it feel to be inside you, wrapped around your tight soaked hole,” instantaneously, you were intrigued. “Fuck this tight-soaked hole hard then,” you asked, so he dealt with it until the sun meets your skins.
Summary: Your subtle efforts to seduce your professor haven’t gone unnoticed.
Warnings:petnames (sweetheart, honey), sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (reader is early 20s), smut; oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.
Author’s note: Professor!Andy has been on my mind for a while now that I just had to write for him! I hope I’ve shown two sides to him in this, the dominating ‘I know what I want and I’m going to have it’ side and the sweet ‘let me take care of you’ side. (word count: 2.3k)
Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader
~Andy’s POV~
2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.
I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.
…
Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.
I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”
“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters
“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.
“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”
“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase
“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her
“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”
“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.
She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.
Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to
Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.
“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.
“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”
“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.
“I’m aware”
“You wanna hire me?”
“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.
“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.
….
Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.
“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.
“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.
“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.
“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream
“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”
“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath
…
It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.
I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.
“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer
“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous
“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice
“Can you come by the office I have something for you”
“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”
“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back
“I’ll be there soon”
“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.
“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”
“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.
“I thought you were kicked off the case”
“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.
I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.
….
I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.
“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.
“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.
“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.
<3rd Person POV>
Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.
Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.
All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.
Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks
“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.
Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.
“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”
“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.
Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.
“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”
Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.
“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.
“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.
“Maybe I should stay?” He asks
“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.
“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”
“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.
“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”
“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.
Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.
By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.
“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.
YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”
“Andy I’m gonna cum”
“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”
Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.
YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.
“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.
