#andybarber

So you excited put on the chapter, you loved the series, not just because Chris was on it but because it was actually a good series, you even begged to him for a second season but he would just cackled and said it wasn't up to him.

You were watching the chapter, enjoying every second of it until he appeared. You were just starstruck he looked so good, your man Andrew Stephen Barber.

A lot of people obviously would say that is the same person 'cause Chris played him but no, not for you, sometimes they could be a totally different person.

You were so into it you didn't realize when Chris arrived.

"Babe?" he said closing the door and walking to the living room.

"Babe? What are you watch- Oh no, not again baby girl." he closed his eyes while smiling.

"Hey honey, wanna watch yourself again for the 100th time?" you said giving him a little laughter.

"Why are you watching this again?" he said sitting on the couch.

"There was nothing interesting on the TV so I thought why not?" you said shrugging.

"Yeah sure, that's the only reason." he emphasized and laughed.

"Well, maybe not the only reason but..."

"But?" he asks arching a brow.

"Oh come on, how can you not want to see that face?" you pointed to the screen while Andy was appearing.

"You see it everyday, duh."

"I know but Andy hits different." you said almost whispering the last thing.

"Excuse me?" he said playing the offended.

"Babe," you laughed "I love you, but God, just look at him," you turned to the TV "He's breathtaking." you said sighing.

Whilst you were watching the screen Chris was looking at you with so much love, admiration and adoration he was completely into you, you had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it. But sometimes he liked to play the offended so he could receive more love.

You turned to him and realize he was looking at you.

"What?" you said giggling.

"Nothing." he said kissing your cheek. "So, you're really into him, aren't ya?"

"You just- you don't understand what I feel for him, he's so... Magnificent. I would DIE for Andy Barber."

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm your boyfriend." he said shaking your hand.

You chuckled hard. You loved your man.

"Okay, sweetie yes I would die for Andy but I would live for you, and oh boy that's even harder if you think well about it." you said while sitting on his lap and placing your hands on each side of his face.

"Yeah, you're right." he said rubbing your hips.

"Of course I am. That's why I say he's hot."

He puffed.

"Because it's you who played him, hottie." you giggled stroking his nose with yours.

"I love you." he said looking directly into your eyes.

"I love you too, honey." you said and gave him a kiss.

This "personal matter" was actually a disguise to go pick up your impressionable friend from her ex's house. Again.

That's why you loved working for Mr. Barber. His flexibility makes you like him even more than you already do-- if that's even possible. He allows you to check out of work at any time during your shift, as long as you complete all of your tasks at the end of the day. You couldn't help but think this new-found flexibility was because of the divorce he was going through. Ever since your boss revealed the news about his and Laurie's separation, he seemed a lot more… easy. Not that you were complaining, it's benefited you more times than you'd like to admit. It's nearly impossible to imagine Mr. Barber as the strict businessman he was before. 

It almost seems as if he was glad to be out of the relationship. Was his marriage really that stressful to make him so uptight? 

You brushed off the thoughts about his and Lauries relationship. It wasn't any of your business. Despite this notion, you continued to think about it anyway. Instead of sitting and overthinking about the marriage that wasn’t even yours, you decide to make yourself useful.

You began clearing your desk to leave for your short, but well needed break from work. It didn't take long before you were standing up, ready to leave. Your eyes scanned the room double checking that you hadn't left any necessities behind. This became a habit, because you knew from experience that 2 days without headphones is absolute hell. Turning off the annoying little lamp on your desk that sounded like a literal fly, you made your way out of the room without looking back.

After the trial of Mr. Barber's son, Jacob, decided to start a law firm of his own with his friend he knew since he was a grad student. He knew he still wanted to do law, he loved it more than anything. But he just couldn't handle the stress of his job at the office. It wasn't a big building you worked in. Three stories, with an elevator that made suspicious noises whenever you weren't alone. But you loved it. It's not many of you working at the firm, about 15 or so. You were the newest addition to the company, having just got your bachelors.

A sound coming from around the corner startled you. You were almost positive you were the last one left in the building. Slowly you walked to see what the sound was. The scent of his cologne was all you needed to know it was him. Truly, you were embarrassed about the chokehold your own boss unknowingly had you in.

Instead of gawking at your boss's muscular back, you decided to greet him, like a normal, well mannered person would do. 

"Mr. Barber." you coughed out, mentally slapping yourself in the face because of the unnatural professionalism lacing your voice.

He turned around abruptly looking almost as frightened as you did a few seconds earlier.

"God, you scared me, Y/N. I thought everyone had left for the day. Why are you here so late?" He asked, relieved.

You couldn't help but feel a bit insignificant regarding the fact that he didn't remember your interaction together from earlier. He's a busy man, you told yourself. He's not going to remember every single encounter you guys have.

"I was just leaving, actually. I took the day off due to some personal trouble" you said honestly. 

"Oh yes, I remember.” Your heart warmed. “I hope everything worked out."

“Thank you sir, it did. Have a good weekend!” You noticed a shift in his posture. He wished you the same and you made your way to the elevator, feeling risky. You stepped into the confined space and pressed the ground floor. 

Stepping off the platform, you exited the building. It was dark out, unsurprisingly. You weren't too fond of the end of daylight savings time. It was that time of the year again. Cold, gloomy weather, and festive seasonal drinks. 

Walking to your car, you made a mental note to go to the store and buy decorations for the holidays. 

You put the keys into the ignition, as you'd done several times before. Except this time your car made the most menacing sputtering sound. You repeated the same actions, but you already knew what it would result in. A few weeks ago your car had started making weird noises. You meant to schedule an appointment to get it checked out by a professional, but you forgot, as you tend to do. 

"Shit." You mutter, exhausted.

Maybe God was punishing you for the lie you told your boss earlier. Well, technically it wasn't a lie, you told yourself to justify your actions. You contemplated giving up and spending the night in your dated sedan.

A knock at your window interrupts your foolish thoughts. It was Mr. Barber.

"Car trouble?" He asked knowingly. You found it odd that he knew it was something having to do with your car. It's not out of the ordinary for you to just sit in your car after a workday. Plus, it had been no more than 15 minutes since you last saw him. You brushed these thoughts off and nodded.  "Just my luck, I guess."  He chuckled. 

You'd be lying if you said this hadn't turned you on. "Do you mind if I take a look?” He questioned.

"Please do.” You were relieved that he was here. Spending the night in a freezing car didn't sound too inviting. Reaching down, you pulled the lever on your left hand side to pop the hood open. 

After a few minutes of Mr. Barber examining your car, he furrowed his brows. You were quite embarrassed, to say the least. You weren't the best automobile owner there was. The several warning symbols on your dashboard validated this.  He probably thought you were a driving hazard. You got out of your car to make sure everything was alright.

He talked some mechanical talk you didn't even bother to pretend to understand. 

You ended up in the passenger seat of his car, accepting his offer to give you a ride home. You couldn't help but feel giddy at the fact that you're sitting in your hot boss’s car.

The two of you sat in silence before he broke it. 

"Y'know, you should be more discreet when it comes to those dirty thoughts you think of me." 

Suddenly your breath hitches. With widened eyes you shift to look at him. He's staring straight ahead. 

"I don't understand." You say, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. This was a stupid thing to do, considering the fact he could read you so well.

His eyes finally met yours. You noticed his bright blue eyes were now dark and cloudy.

"Don't be coy. You're a smart girl, Y/N. I know you are." He murmured, grasping your chin to make you look into his intimidating gaze. "Surely you can recall eyeing me up and down whenever I pass your desk?" He continued.

You were in absolute awe. Were you really that easy to see through? You shifted your gaze to your feet and started fidgeting with your hands. 

"No, no, no, none of that, Y/N." He diverted your gaze back to his, harsher this time. "Tell me how I make you feel. I need you to answer me honestly." 

Never in your life would you have imagined this happening. Your own boss is making you tell him how lustful he makes you feel. More than anything, you want to lock yourself in a room and never come out. Besides wanting him to fuck you into oblivion, of course.

After running through multiple scenarios about how this could go, you finally decided on a simple "Horny. You make me horny." He seemed satisfied with your answer.

"Hmmm… And what are we gonna do about that?” He muttered, speaking more to himself rather than you.

It felt as if all the blood in your body rushed to your core. All you could think about was him absolutely destroying you in the backseat of his car. You wanted that so bad. 

The desire for his cock was too strong to ignore, so you swiftly made your way onto his lap, straddling him. This took him by surprise, judging by the shocked look on his face.

He quickly recovered and his hands made their way to your ass, squeezing it.

"Please, I need you, Mr. Barber.” You whimpered, needily, after building up courage.

“What do you need baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I need you to fuck me.” You sounded absolutely pathetic, but for some reason you knew that if you hadn’t gotten straight to the point he would’ve left you a whiny, horny mess.

Before you could give it more thought, his lips were on yours. Immediately, you opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. The kiss was hot and messy. Your hands roamed everywhere; to his back, his hair, his face.

He continued to knead flesh on your ass, and kiss you, simultaneously. He suddenly broke the kiss. Before you got the chance to complain about it, he attached his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting it. At this point you’re a hot, moaning mess. He continued to suck ferociously on your neck, going lower and lower. 

“Take it off” he instructs, referring to the blouse you’re wearing. You obey, tossing it in the back seat. The pulsing in your core is becoming impossible to ignore, and he notices this too. You begin to grind on his thigh, using it to your advantage. 

“That's right, use it. Fucking use it.” He encourages you, murmuring against your neck. He begins to bounce his leg up and down, making your moans impossible to contain. You’re getting close. You can feel it. With this, you pick up the pace, and grind into his thigh harsher, and faster chasing your orgasm “Fuck Andy,” You moan. 

Coming with a loud moan, you slump onto his shoulder, exhausted. 

“Good girl” he praises, stroking your head. The two of you stay like that for a little while, catching your breath. It's not long before Andy instructs you to undress and get in the back seat with your legs spread apart. You do as he says, and sit there, waiting patiently. 

Now, being fully naked in the back of your boss’s car, you’re actually quite grateful for the end of daylight savings time. 

He soon joins you, and makes his way between your thighs. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N”  he says matter-of-factly. He places a single kiss to heat, sending you over the edge. He starts licking and sucking your clit, making you a hot, moaning mess again.

You’re still sensitive from earlier, this making you writhe, and squirm. He holds you in place by hooking his left hand around your thigh, while the other is massaging your ass.

His gaze is fixated on you, eyes clouded with lust and desire. Still eating you out, he thrusts two fingers into you making you yelp in surprise. You clamp your thighs around his head due to the sharp movement. He continues curling his finger and pumping his fingers in and out of you, gradually increasing speed. This action, along with the sensation of him suckling your sensitive clit causes you to harshy pull at his dark brown locs. 

He releases a guttural groan, and digs his nails deeper into the flesh of your thigh.

He moved his fingers faster seeing as you were close. You pant and moan under his touch, grinding your hips into his face to get even more friction against your swollen pussy.

Before you have the chance to come for the second time that night, he pulls away, and removes his fingers from your sopping cunt. You furrow your brows in confusion. You want to say something, but him abruptly shoving his fingers in your mouth prevents you from doing so. 

“Suck” he orders. You do as you’re told, licking and lapping up your juices from his digits. He removes his fingers with a pop.

“Why-” before you could let out another word, his hardened cock was inside of you. “Fu-uuu-ck” You say, stretching out the syllables. The stretch is phenomenal. You already knew that he was the biggest you’d ever taken by far, though you hadn’t seen it yet. 

Andy lets out a deep groan and tilts his head back, reacting to the heavenly sensation you were giving him. The two of you stay like that for a while, getting used to the feeling of each other’s bodies. You squeeze his bicep as an indicator for him to start moving. 

He begins to thrust in and out of you, looking down at you. You shut your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. He picks up his pace, and snaps his hips into yours. The sounds coming out of your mouth were tremendously obscene. You didn't know that you were capable of making such noises until right now. You moan his name repeatedly, like a plea.

Your pornographic moans boost his ego, making him thrust even faster. His thumb makes his way over to your overly-sensitive clit and begins to rub it in harsh circles. You writhe under his touch feeling over-stimulated.

“P-Please Andy, it’s too mu-uch” you whine, struggling to speak. A single tear escapes your eye when he slaps your cheek harshly.

“Shut up and take this dick” Andy says vulgarly. All the blood left your body, and with it your feminist beliefs. You grew shamefully wet at his filthy words. 

He abruptly turned you over so you were in the doggystyle position. His cock fell out of you for a moment, but he was back thrusting into you once again at an abnormal speed. Both of your moans grew exceptionally louder. This new position allows him to hit the deepest parts of your cervix. 

He roughly presses your cheek into the fabric of the car seat, holding you like that as he fucks you senseless. You didn't even notice he had taken off his shirt until you feel the sweaty skin of his chest against your back. He leans closer into you, lips almost touching your ear as he lowly murmurs “How good do I make you feel? Hmm? Tell me how good it feels to have my cock pounding into this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your body tenses at the lewd words coming out of his mouth. “S-So good, sir” You say pathetically. 

“Fuuuck” Andy moans at the word choice you used. You were feeling too much pleasure and bliss to even notice. You feel him push your cheek even further into the seat, causing your eyes to tear up. 

“You’re taking me so fucking well” He pants, encouraging you. The slapping of sweaty skin mixed with loud moans of yours and Andy’s is bringing you closer and closer to release. 

“Shit, Andy, i’m-i’m gonna come” you say, the pitch in your voice at the highest it's ever been. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans closer to you and softly mumbles “Yeah? You’re gonna come on my cock?” His words along with the thrusting of his dick into your cunt send you into oblivion, shaking uncontrollably.

The sight of you coming, and screaming his name made Andy thrust into you harder, and faster chasing his own orgasm. He moans, and you feel him twitch inside of you, releasing his hot seed into your abused pussy. Andy stills for a moment before he removes himself from you. 

You, sitting there all sweaty in your fucked out state was Andy’s new favorite sight. He could get used to this, he thought. All it required was removing your car battery, afterall.