#big bad

You’re waiting for it to crack. Waiting for Andy to prove you right. You know what kind of man he is; Evie told you what he’s capable of, you’ve seen the control he has over the world, how he can use it so effortlessly. Yet, he hasn’t truly used that against you…

Not yet.

That mantra looms over you. Not yet. But one day, right?

Expect the worst and you can never be disappointed. Disappointment would be the best case scenario with someone like Andy. And the worst, whatever he did to Charles, you can’t even bring yourself to think about. As pessimistic as you are, that’s just too much for you.

You glance up from your textbooks as Andy appears. His knuckles are scabbed and healing. The last remnants of the man who hurt his daughter. You gulp and look him in the face. You feel smaller as you sit on the floor, back against the couch, your laptop and textbooks spread out around you and over your lap.

“More coffee?” He offers.

He’s relaxed. As much as you’ve ever seen. He wears a grey sweatshirt and jeans. His hair is fluffy than usual, no gel, just a quick comb.

“Hm, I think I’m all caffiened out,” you rub your thumb over the corner of the page nervously.

“I can make smoothies?” He suggests.

You smile. “That’s nice but… I’m good. I’m just… studying.”

You look down and readjust the pen in your hand. You compare your lecture notes to the textbook and add scribbles along the margins. Your letters are awkward as you’re overly aware of him watching you.

You peek up bashfully. He leans on the doorframe as he stares. You lift your brows and purse your lips awkwardly.

“Um… did I–” You begin, heat creeping up your back. You have that awful feeling that you forgot something.

“Nothing. Just… admiring you.” He grins.

“Oh, ah,” the fire spreads to your ears. “Okay.”

You look down again and struggle to focus on the words in front of you. You shift and drag a textbook over your notebook. Sweat speckles on your scalp. You want him to stop but you don’t. You’re so aware of what he must be seeing… and thinking.

He looms by the door for a while as you struggle. You’re pretending to read as your thoughts race a million miles in a million different directions. The floor softly groans under his weight as he finally moves. He comes close as you flip the page, hoping he doesn’t see the tremble in your hand.

He gets down on his knees, right by your feet. You curl your toes inside of your socks and peek up at him. You make another curious face.

“Andy?”

He hushes you as he puts a finger to his lips. His cheek dimples devilishly. “Don’t let me disturb you. You’re a good girl. You gotta study.”

He touches your ankles and trails his hands up the length of your legs. You shiver as his warmth seeps through the thin fabric. You went for comfort over style; the striped linen isn't the most attractive.

You catch your books in your arm, cradling them as he gently moves closer. He feels along your thighs and hips. He touches the drawstring waist and you squeak. You look at him as your skin blazes.

“Andy…”

“Don’t let me interrupt, sweetie. You keep studying.” He coaxes as his fingers dip under your waistband, dipping under your panties too.

“I…”

His eyes drift down as he tugs on your pants. He drags his hands under your bottom as he pulls the layers down too. He lifts you just a little as to free the fabric. You whimper and lean into the front of the couch.

“I’m just tryna help you relax,” he cooes as he guides your pants down your thighs. “All that stress… you won’t remember too much.”

He leaves your pants to gather at your knees. He pushes them apart to the limit of the strained fabric. He slides back and lowers himself to his stomach. You quiver and try to close your legs.

“Please–”

“I’ll be nice, sweetheart.” He promises as he nudges your thighs apart. 

He dips his hand through the keyhole of your legs and pants. His fingertips brush along the crease of your thigh and ass. You twitch and move the books as you look down in shock; at your naked cunt and his proximity. You can feel his breath scalding you as he hums out a plume of smoke.

“You gonna be a good girl and keep studying?” He purrs and kisses your pelvis.

You swallow and shift the books again. “Um…yes?”

“Good,” he drawls and nuzzles you. He takes a deep breath.

He slowly pokes out his tongue and swipes it along your lips. You twitch and nearly drop your books on his head. Your thighs spasm and press against his head. You squeal.

“Please…”

“I’m being nice,” he coaxes and laps again, this time delving between your folds. You can feel how wet you are against his tongue. He hums.

“I… I…” you stammer and grip the books tightly.

He stretches his tongue along your cunt and spreads it wide. He slowly drags it up as he tilts his head. He purrs again. He flicks down again and swirls around your clit. You gasp.

Your notebook presses to his crown as you shiver. Your body is jelly as you struggle not to lean the weight of your handful against him all together. He rocks his head hungrily as he dives into you. You drop your head back and arch your spine.

Your core swarms wildly. Your self-awareness, your fear, and your uncertainty turn to ash against the fire of your delight. As nervous as his touch makes you, it’s intoxicating.

You moan and close your eyes. You bring the books up against your chest as he drinks you up. His tongue dances on your clit before slipping down to taste all off you. He tends to every part of you, keeping a fervent tempo as you drown in his desire.

You squeak and squirm as his intensity builds. The books collapse as you crush them against you then let them tip out of your grasp. You squeeze Andy’s head between your thighs as your nerves pulse. You clasp onto his head, fingers weaving into his hair, and rock your pelvis against him.

You know better than to stop him but you don’t want to either. For that moment, you aren’t anxious, you aren’t afraid, you aren’t knotted up with stress. You’re not thinking, you’re just feeling. Everything. All of him and all of you.

You cry out as you feel something snap. A sudden surge of hot and cold ripples through you and throbs in your cunt. He laps it up eagerly, growling as he tastes you greedily.

As you puff out your ecstasy and shake in the echoing waves of pleasure, he drags his beard across your cunt, smearing you all across the thicks strands as he hums. He buries his face into you one last time and sucks on your clit until you whine.

He lifts his head as your hands fall away and he exhales. He looks up at you as your eyes slit dozily. You shiver as you lean limply against the couch, too foggy to care about how exposed you are.