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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚

summary - andy barber is our best friend’s dad, and he finds our diary while we’re staying with him. what he finds inside of it, will either have a good outcome or a very bad one.

warning - fluff, smut, oral, rough sex, some fingering (maybe?), age gap, reader is slightly innocent, kitten.

as stated in all of my stories, the gifs and header aren’t mine.

divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy walked into his son’s room, picked up his son’s dirty clothes and then headed over to their guest room to collect Y/N’s as she was staying over for the summer. He offered as her parents wanted to go on holiday without her, as he was picking up a dress she folded neatly on a chair amongst other dirty clothing. A book falls out, confused. He places the clothes down and picks up the book. Looking closely, he notices it’s a diary. Curious, he opens it, shocked at what he finds inside.

01/05/2022

Dear Diary,

I need to confess. I’m madly in love with an older man, and I know it’s wrong… Especially as he’s my best friend's father, but he makes me feel things that no one else has. He’s so handsome and sexy and so much more. But he will never notice me. He only sees me as Jacob’s friend.

01/06/2022

Dear Diary,

I saw him again today, Jacob and I were in the kitchen preparing some snacks before watching a movie, and he walked in, dressed in that lovely blue suit he fits so well. They recently bought a dog, and she’s gorgeous. She ran to him excited (I don’t blame her, I would’ve too, given the chance). He told her to sit and called her a good girl. I could feel my knickers soak at those words. I’d do anything to hear him call me his good girl.

01/07/2022

Dear Diary,

Ugh, I just need someone to buy me tiny little skirts and tell me how cute I am. I’m so tired of being lonely, and I just want to be babied and have pretty little things bought for me. I saw this cute pink dress today but sadly didn’t have the money to get it.

01/08/2022

Dear Diary,

Can I tell you something?

I like making eye contact with older men, so they question their morals. I was at the diner with Jacob and his dad today, and as we were sitting in a booth after we ordered our meals, we were all chatting. I can’t remember what it was as I noticed a nice-looking older man sitting at the counter staring at me. So I stared back, it sent chills down my spine, and surprisingly I felt my knickers damp again and tingles. But that moment was cut short as Jacob’s dad waved to me to get my attention, and when I looked at him, I swear he seemed quite mad, but I don’t know?.

01/09/2022

Dear Diary,

He’s 41, but he’s so hot. I don’t know how it’s possible, but his dad is dreamy. Jacob and I were sitting in the lounge, watching more movies and chatting, when his dad walked in shirtless. Drops of water were dripping down his body, I may have drooled, and I don’t know if anyone noticed. I hope not.

01/10/2022

Dear Diary,

I want him to call me his baby and buy me peach lipgloss so I can cover his lips with kisses. And I want him to put flowers in my hair as we're out on a picnic date. But I don’t think it will happen, he’s my best friend’s dad, and I’m just a dumb little girl with a crush on an older man.

Andy stands there, not knowing how to react to what he read, he knows it was wrong to open it and to continue reading, but he couldn’t help himself. Andy didn’t expect what was inside. He always liked you, thought you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Every time you were over, Andy would try and avoid you at any chance because you made him so hard. Especially the time Andy called his dog a good girl. He saw the way you clenched your thighs together.

At that moment, he wanted to lift your dress and devour your cute little pussy. While calling you his good girl, but his son was there. He saw you drool that day but thought against saying anything, looking at the diary one last time. He places it back whilst placing the dress back over it. He decides that he’ll ask if you need it washed.

Grabbing the rest of the dirty laundry, he heads out. Walking past the glass back doors, he hears splashing. Andy looks over and wishes he didn’t, his cock begins to strain against his pants, and he swears that he feels dizzy from the sight in front of him.

Y/N was standing by the pool, dripping wet, in a tiny cute pink bikini with a little bow on the front, covered in small white flowers. Andy stares, feeling a heart attack coming on at the image. ‘Fuck’, he thinks. Andy quickly rushes off to the laundry room. Dropping the clothes in the machine, he rips open his pants and starts to fist his angry cock. Leaning against the machine, Andy groans. Andy threw his head back, eyes closed as he imagined you on your knees in front of him and his cock thrusting into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.” Groans fall from his mouth as he feels his orgasm come closer. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps or the voice calling out Mr Barber. No, he doesn’t hear your soft voice but hears a soft whimper that causes his eyes to shoot open and to look towards the source. Eyes widening when they connect with yours, he notices you're rubbing your thighs together, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

He notices your eyes drift towards his cock, and Andy can hear a louder whimper. Andy watches as you grip the door. As if you're going to collapse, Andy looks down and sees that a pair of your cute little pink knickers with a bow is wrapped tightly around his cock. Andy swears he didn’t notice or intend for that to happen, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he stares at you as he lets groans slip out, pumping his cock harder and faster, fist wrapped tightly around it.

“Come here, kitten.” Whimpering, you slowly make your way over to him, knees buckling as you are overwhelmed with how horny you feel. “Get on your knees, baby”, you shakily get on your knees, using his thighs as support. You look up at him, he nearly blows his load with how innocent you look, but he holds back.

“Open” You listen so well. Andy thinks he might have died and gone to heaven, tapping the tip of his cock onto your tongue. He tells you to suck it like a lollipop, listening. Andy watches you wrap your lips tightly around the tip and suck hard. He jerks forward at the force, feeling his soul being sucked out of him.

“Jesus, fuck” Looking up at him, worried you did something wrong. “You're doing so well, kitten” He watches your face beam. You keep sucking. Sometimes your tongue will swirl around his tip, grabbing the back of your head. He lets out a moan before spurts of his hot cum fill your mouth.

You continue to lick and suck until he’s empty. Swallowing, you wait on your knees. From your position, you look up at him. His eyes are closed as he tries to catch his breath. Opening them, he sees you. He smiles, swiping a finger across your bottom lip and swears his cock twitches when you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck his cum off.

“Did you swallow, baby?” He asks softly. Nodding, you open wide to show him you did indeed swallow. Groaning, he replies with the words you always wanted to hear him call you.

“Good Girl.”

A soft moan leaves your lips as those words leave him. You can feel yourself pulse, and your bikini bottoms become soaked and not from the pool water.

Noticing this, he smiles. Telling you to stand up, you do as you are told. Standing on shaky legs, you wait for his command. He pulls you closer to him and strokes your cheek.

“Is this okay?” Nodding, he shakes his head. “Words, kitten or this won’t go any further.”

Taking a deep breath, “yes”, gripping the back of my neck, he tilts my head back and kisses me. A moan escapes me. He tastes so good. He roughly bends me over the machine in a split second and pulls my bottoms to the side. Exposing my glistening core, Andy feels his cock harden. His mouth waters at the sight. It’s much better than he imagined.

Running a finger through my lips, I moan. “Please- Oh, god”, Andy chuckles. He locates my little button and starts to rub it. “Please what, kitten” Jerking slightly from the amount of pleasure. “It’s too much. Please get rid of the tingles, please, Mr Barber!!” I whimper loudly.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He whispers into my ear, continuing to rub my little clit before getting onto his knees. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this, kitten.” He leans forward and starts to devour me, licking, sucking. Fucking my little hole with his tongue before switching to sucking my clit, Andy brings his fingers up and slowly enters one. Groaning at the tight fit, he feels her sucking his finger in, the walls pulsing around it.

He continues with his work, bringing me to my release fast. Gasps leave my lips as I lean over more, gripping onto whatever I can as I feel a strong feeling wash over me. Then I’m screaming, cumming around him before he finishes. He gives one final lick before standing back up. He leans over, back against mine, as he strokes my hair. “Are you okay? Was that too much, kitten?” Shaking my head, no. I beg for him to continue, “are you sure? We can have a break.”

“I’m sure, please. I’m begging you.” I whine, feeling so needy for him. Andy leans back and grabs his cock, rubbing the tip against me before lining up at my entrance. He pushes in, and he grips my hips tight. Andy is trying to stop himself from thrusting, the tightness of my walls is getting to him, and he can feel everything. My walls are pulsing around his cock, strangling it, wanting to milk it dry.

I grip the machine so hard that my fingers turn white. The stretch of Andy’s cock causes me to pulse wildly around him. It’s hard to breathe, and I’m struggling to get air into me. His cock is piercing my tiny pussy open. But the pleasure mixed with the pain that comes from it is so beautiful that I never want to go back. I can feel myself becoming addicted.

“Please move, please,” I beg, trying to thrust myself back, but his hold on my hips prevents me from doing so. “Are you sure?” He desperately wants to pound into me until I can no longer stand, but he needs to make sure, he can feel how tight I am around him even though his cock is soaked in my juices.

“Yes, so sure. Please, Mr Barber, I need you.” As soon as those words come out of my mouth, he starts to thrust. The air leaves me, but I don’t care. It feels so good. His cock moves in and out, stretching me. His tip hits the spot I never knew existed. Making me scream, feeling myself cream around him. He looks down and see’s a white ring around the base of his cock. Groaning, he thrusts harder. One hand wraps my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls me against his chest, moving deeper into me.

“You like that, kitten? Do you like when your best friend’s dad completely ruins you from the inside? Huh? You’re such a whore for me, my good girl. I can feel you pulsing around me, baby. Fuck, it makes me so fucking hard. This pussy is mine now. No one else gets it. No one gets to see it or touch it. Only me! Isn’t that right, baby?” Nodding my head, I convulse around him, his words making me feel so good that I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Only yours! No one else’s! Please let me cum! Please!” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Good girl, oh fuck. You do like it when I call you that.” He moans, feeling his balls tighten. “I want you to cum for me, kitten. It’s okay, let go.” He commands.

My back arches as I let go, and I tighten around him even more. I am pulsing around him as I squirt against him. He groans loudly, letting go. Cumming deep inside of me, both of us let out breaths before he slowly pulls out.

Looking down, he sees my cute little pussy ruined. His seed is slowly leaking out. Reaching down, he pushes it back in, listening to the little moan that escapes me.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Andy asks as he lifts me up, setting me atop the machine before going over to the cupboard, grabbing a fresh cloth and running it under water before coming back over and cleaning me up.

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me, Mr Barber. To be honest, I’ve always liked you….” I confess shyly. He smiles, “I know, kitten, and I feel the same.” Chucking at my expression, “really?” I ask, bewildered. I never thought he’d ever want me.

“Yes, I don’t just sleep with anyone, kitten.” He leans forward and kisses me, pulling back. We smile at each other, “oh crap!” He lets out randomly, looking around. “What?”

“Where’s Jacob?” He asks, slightly freaking out. Letting out a giggle, “he went out on a date and said it would be okay to spend time with you, so I came down to help with the laundry.” Andy lets out a breath, “I should’ve been more concerned before, but being around you makes me lose all common sense.”

After that day, Andy and I have become close. We mostly hide it, though, because we don’t know how Jacob will feel about it, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but I’m in love with his father, so it’s a sticky situation.

Today is my birthday! Andy and Jacob woke me up to a home-cooked breakfast and presents. I was so excited, as you can tell I said I was. Because now I’m confused with the present open in front of me.

It’s the dress and lipgloss I wanted, but I never told anyone, and I kept that all in my diary because I never wanted to burden anyone with those things. But here it is, sitting in front of me, which was wrapped in cute pink wrapping paper.

Looking up at both men in the room, I can see Jacob smiling, and Andy looks kind of afraid that I wouldn’t like it. “So? Do you like them? Dad said you’ve mentioned these!” Looking at Andy and then back at Jacob, I put on a smile. “Yeah! I love them! I have wanted them for a while!” I let out, knowing I never mentioned them but still so confused.

After opening the presents, I place them in the guest room. Turning around, I jump. Hand on my heart, “you scared me.” Andy stands there nervously. “I’m sorry about scaring you and the uh- presents….” He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“So… you read my diary?” He nods shyly, stuttering out. “I-I didn’t mean to at first, but then I kind of got stuck into it….” He refuses to look at me. “When?” I stare at him, “Uh… the day we… ya know….” He finally looks at me.

“Oh”, I nod before walking over to him, “Well, thank you.” I smile and kiss him on the lips. He kisses back. And in both of our minds, we’re happy we got our happy ending.

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speechlessxx · 2 years

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he wants what’s only yours. [andy barber x reader]

PART TWO OF CLANDESTINE.

summary ⇒ jealousy is an ugly monster, but good thing andy barber looks so damn good in green.

warnings ⇒ age gap (reader is referenced to be 19 but this is technically a flashback), BFD!Andy, jealousy, choking kink, daddy kink, slight special guest x reader ;), references to sex and wanting to take part in it.

MINORS DNI

word count ⇒ 2.5k

PART ONE

Despite that declaration of “wanting to see you again”, you didn’t see Andy Barber until the next spring.

It wasn’t that he avoided you or that you him, by any means. It was simply the entanglement of every single entity that linked you together.

Jacob and his mother, Laurie – Andy’s ex-wife – lived in New York City. With Jacob in the residence hall one floor above yours (damn you, coed housing), it became impossible for you to sneak in the man, especially since your roommate would definitely snitch to Jacob. On the other hand of the Barber entanglement, the former Mrs. Barber had promised your mother to watch over you, a promise she fulfilled to the T by bringing over food, groceries, sometimes even toiletries, and the surprise check-ins.

You could only imagine the catastrophe that would ensue if they found their Mr. Barber hiding out in your dorm.

There was no escape from either of them, and therefore, you could not find a way to meet Andy in private without the mother and son finding out.

So, you just bided your time.

That is, until Jacob recounted to you and your friends of his encounter with his father’s new girlfriend during his last visit home – or as he put it, “the lady walked out of the house bowlegged!” And while the boys laughed and the girls silently wished it were them, you couldn’t help but feel this pit of despair forming at the bottom of your stomach.

Because, just like that, that hope you carried that those late-night calls and texts that brightened your day brought vanished. Everything became empty promises – a rouse meant to flatter you, to ensnare you into a trap. Like another notch on his belt.

And that night in the bar bathroom had simply become a real mistake.

Which lead to this disastrous decision.

It started with an invitation extended to you and your other college friends from Jacob to stay at the Barber family vacation home in Cape Cod for spring break. And while spring in Massachusetts was anything but, a free trip and an escape from the stressful midterms waiting for you back on campus seemed worth it. The only caveat, however, was that his father would be living amongst the younger adults for the entirety of the stay as he was “attending” to the house – something about “renovations in the boathouse, or something,” Jacob said with a shrug.

And, okay, you knew to be the bigger person – to forgive and forget, to tag along silently and give Andy the cold shoulder. However, you were a hurt, defiant, and well, yes, very petty nineteen-year-old. And as childish as it was, it was nowhere near as childish as hooking up with someone whilst trying to “woo” your son’s best friend.

Which lead to you in the passenger seat of a Beamer that still had that awful new car scent that made your headache. Convoying in front of you – much to your driver’s dismay, something about driving too slow for his liking – were Jacob, his girlfriend; Sarah; and two other friends from NYU; Peter and Michelle.

You watched as the coastal life flashed by you through the window. With the Cape not being in peak season, you found that it was rather empty, lifeless almost – like a perfect little getaway.

“Quaint,” the occupant to your left said under his breath as Jacob pulled into the driveway. He eyed you as you continued to bite your fingernails and he sighed, “you probably shouldn’t do that.”

“Huh?” You asked before he took your hands away from your mouth and held them in his.

“Nervous ‘bout something?”

“Uh, something like that.”

Without another word, he accepted your answer, but not before bringing your left hand to his lips, planting a kiss. You tried not to snatch your hand away from him. It wasn’t any fair to him, not at all, but you wanted to show – no, prove – that you were completely over Andy, and Hugh Ransom Drysdale was your weapon to prove that.

However, Ransom was not invited to the Cape. In fact, he wasn’t really a friend to anyone in your group at all He didn’t even go to NYU. A, then, incoming junior at Columbia, Ransom was more of a nuisance to Jacob, and a continuous thorn to your side for the past year or so.

You met him on your first trip to New York City last year. Jacob had invited you to come visit his mother and tour the NYU campus after finding out you both applied. You graciously accepted the invitation, and on an activity-less day, you opted to explore the city while Jacob slept in. A decision that ultimately got you lost until you tapped on the broad shoulder of a young man texting away on his phone.

Rather than directing you towards the right direction, a black car pulled up next to the man and he offered to take you back home. He seemed harmless enough though you knew the outcome of this could’ve been far worse, but you got into the car anyway, formally acquainting yourself with Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

He had an aura of entitlement that was masked by sophistication, and his egotistical personality put you off, but he was handsome, wealthy (not that it was a criteria, it just helped), and nice (when he wanted). He took a liking to you, saying that he’d “take you under his wing”, but you had always turned down his advances. Ransom not taking no for an answer put Jacob off, but you always defended your … acquaintance.

And besides, it was nice feeling wanted sometimes.

So, when this devilish plan to prove that Andy was no more than a notch on your belt, you decided to take Ransom up on his countless attempts.

As everyone got out of their respective vehicles, stretching their legs to feel relief, Andy made his way out to greet the guests.

“Jacob!” Andy had called out with open arms, and Jacob, who rolled his eyes, begrudgingly accepted the embrace. “Nice to see you, Sarah,” he nodded to her, and she beamed.

The formalities between the two new faces that climbed out of his son’s car fell upon deaf ears as Andy’s eyes found you emerging from the BMW. There was a pounding in his chest as you finally made eye contact, but much to Andy’s displeasure another figure came out from the driver’s side.

Andy’s hands clenched into fists as his side.

The motherfucker didn’t even bother to open your door.

You quickly averted your stare from the older man, diverting your attention back to Ransom. You waltzed to him and pouted, “I’m really cold.”

And to your relief, Ransom only chuckled just before he shrugged off his own insanely expensive jacket to drape over your shoulders. “There you go, pumpkin.” Had you been Sarah or Michelle, you knew Ransom would’ve gladly told you to “eat shit.” “Better?”

“Extremely, thank you,” you smiled, shyly as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Take care of it,” Ransom warned. “Or, not I could just buy another.”

You dared a glance back at Andy who scowled at the sight of another man – no, a boy – touching you. “Mr. Barber,” you feigned a smile as Andy made his way towards the both of you.

He nodded a fake formality before turning his attention to your guest. “Hey son,” Andy said. “Never met you before,” he extended a hand. “Andy Barber, Jacob’s dad.”

“Ransom Drysdale,” he had taken Andy’s hand and yelped as Andy tightened his grip.

“Andy – “you muttered.

“So, you’re the boyfriend?” He asked, ignoring your intervention.

“N-no.” Ransom stuttered, and suddenly the pressure on his hand was relieved as Andy loosened his grip enough for Ransom to escape. “I mean, I’d like to be. Gotta do some convincing, of course.”

“She’s said no like a million times, Drysdale!” Jacob had called as he and Peter unloaded the trunk of their car. “Take a hint.” Snickering from the others followed afterwards.

Ransom huffed and rolled his eyes. “And in a million and one, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“C’mon,” you said, pulling Ransom towards the back of the Beamer. “Let’s get our bags, yeah?”

“Go ahead inside, Princeton,” Andy said, a roughness to his voice that no one could really quite place. Jacob only laughed at his father’s nickname, deciding that the hostility was most likely due to the fact Andy could just tell Ransom a douche.

Ransom, again, rolled his eyes. “Colombia,” he corrected, but he was used to others bending over backwards for him, so he thought Andy’s offer to retrieve his things was merely hospitality.

So, he only shrugged, and tried to drag you along with him, but Andy had called out, “Missy, can I have a hand?”

You groaned. “Oooo,” Jacob had teased as he and Sarah walked past you hand in hand. “You’re gonna get chewed out for bringing a boy.”

“Oh, shut up,” Sarah had slapped his shoulder. With her free hand she gave your arm a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

“Keep an eye on those two,” you asked her, glancing between the wide-open door as Ransom had already gone in and Jacob. “You know how they get.”

“Of course,” Sarah winked before disappearing inside. Michelle and Peter soon after, and the door slammed shut.

It was only you and Andy now.

You let out a sigh as you slowly made your way towards the back of the Beamer. Andy, true to his word, had began unloading the trunk and you eyed him suspiciously. So, you wordlessly followed his lead as you began to take out one of Ransom’s many luggage bags.

“Didn’t know you’re into the white collars,” Andy finally broke the silence.

“Don’t start,” you muttered.

“Why’d you bring him, huh?” He asked. You ignored him, which obviously pissed him off as he repeated the question through clenched teeth. You pulled out the last of the bags, but again, you didn’t respond; only trying to antagonize him even further.

You grabbed what you could as Andy shut the door, but quickly after he grabbed your arm, the luggage falling from your hands and onto the thin snow. He pushed you up against the back of the car, encaging you between him and the vehicle. “What the hell!” You snapped at him.

“Oh, don’t get feisty with me,” Andy said, digging his waist into yours. “Why the hell did you bring Mr. Trust Fund Brat?”

“Peter and Michelle are dating. Sarah and Jacob are dating. I didn’t want to be the only single one while all my friends are coupled up!” You reasoned, slightly proud of the impromptu lie. “I’m not gonna be the fifth wheel, Andy.”

“You know damn well you weren’t going to be,” Andy husked into your ear. “You tryna be a big girl, huh, baby?”

“Tryna foster age appropriate relationships, more like it,” you frowned. Oh, he didn’t like that. “Hey!” You yelped as he snatched Ransom’s jacket off your shoulders and threw it onto the snow. “That’s Prada!”

“That’s Prada!” He mocked. “How dare you bring him here.”

“How dare I?” You gawked. “How dare you act like a scorned boyfriend when you’re anything but.” You tried to push him off you.

“Is that why you brought him? To show me you have a little boyfriend now?”

“Have you ever considered that not everything is about you!” You hissed. “Maybe I like him!”

“Bullshit.”

“I do!”

“Oh, honey,” Andy chuckled, coldly, “he can’t do anything for you.” He leaned into you, nose brushing up against yours. His breath hot against your skin, making you feel like melting like the snow around you. “He’s just some dumb kid with daddy’s money.”

“Andy – “

He encaged you against the back of the car, trapping you like a hunter does its prey. He stared down at you like you were helpless, and perhaps, beneath his ocean blue stare, you were. “Baby, he can keep you wrapped up in his expensive jackets. He can buy you a yacht for all I care, but he can’t do anything for you.” He scoffed, “I bet he doesn’t even know where to put his hands.”

His hands released yours, but you didn’t dare move a muscle. Suddenly, they were behind your thighs, hoisting you up against Ransom’s car. You gasped as Andy leaned into you, and you could feel the intimidating bulge forming against you.

“That you like them here,” he whispered, lips ghosting over each other as his hands wandered to give your ass a teasing squeeze. You locked your legs around his waist, keeping him there – not that he was trying to escape, anyway. “Oh, but you like them here, too.”

You let out a squeal as one of his hands had enclosed around your neck, squeezing until you could barely breathe. Oh, this one shouldn’t turn you on as much as it did for sure. Your moan was strained as Andy smirked down at you.

“Bet he doesn’t even know how to kiss you, huh, baby?”

You shook your head though your movements were limited. “No, daddy.”

Andy groaned before pressing his lips against yours. You had forgotten all about the luggage bags scattered around you, or the fact that Jacob and your friends – and your now forgotten plus one – were inside the house behind you.

No, in that moment, as it had always been, it was just you and Andy.

You had began to grind against him when Andy pulled away, hand releasing your neck and you took a huge breath. Andy’s hands gripped you, halting your movements against him, shaking his head. “Only good girls get to do that to their daddy, and baby, you’ve been very, very bad.”

You tried to pull him in for another kiss, an attempt to convince him that you were, indeed, his good girl, but he tutted. “Why’d you bring him, sweetheart?”

You pouted. “Jacob said you had a new girlfriend.”

Andy scoffed, brows furrowed in confusion. “I do not.”

“Then who’s that woman walking out of your house? Bowlegged and limping?”

“Could’ve been you, but you decided to bring Princeton.” Andy teased and you rolled your eyes at him. “Bowlegged and limping,” he thought aloud, trying to recount his memories. “Duffy? Only lady that’s been around was her – she was injured on the job and came around asking for some file – wait. You brought Mr. Prada Jacket because you were jealous.”

Suddenly, you were embarrassed, face turning hot, so you hid it in the crook of his neck. “Oh, no.” You muttered as he laughed.

“Oh, baby, you know the only girl I’ve been wanting is you.”

“Fuck me,” you muttered, and he only laughed a little louder.

“Oh, I intend to, but not when Princeton’s here,” he muttered into your ear, nudging your head up so that you could meet his eyes. Andy finally let you down and you stared at one another for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. “I shouldn’t have – “

“You should’ve just asked.” Andy said, “But jealousy looks good on you, baby.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer towards him. “Now, if you do wanna get out of Cape Cod, bowlegged and limping, you be a good girl and send Princeton packing, okay?”

You smiled, devilishly at him and nodded. “Okay, daddy.”

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