Cherry || Andy Barber x Babysitter OC

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TW: unprotected sex, oral sex, daddy kink

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BEATRICE POV

I step into Andy's house, and the warmth hits me immediately, making me feel safe. My eyes find him as he sets his keys down on the counter, his calm, quiet presence soothing me. There's something about him tonight that I can't stop thinking about. I pull out my phone and quickly text Lucy, letting her know I'm home safe. A quick glance at Andy and I hit send, tucking my phone back into my pocket. The tension I felt all evening starts to fade, but there's something else, something I can't quite shake.

The image of him standing up to Aron flashes in my mind—how firm his voice was, how he didn't back down. Aron had been crossing the line, and Andy was there, protecting me without hesitation. My heart races just thinking about it, and before I can stop myself, I close the space between us.

Before he even realizes what I'm doing, I'm in his arms. I can feel his surprise, but it fades quickly as I press against him, my fingers gripping his shirt. "I can't stop thinking about what you did tonight," I whisper, my voice breathless. "You have no idea what that meant to me."

Then, my lips are on his, the kiss full of everything I've been holding back. I feel his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and suddenly, everything that's been building inside me all night just snaps. There's no more room for thought—just the heat between us, consuming everything.

He stops me. "You're drunk, cherry."

I reply "Not anymore." as I look at him. I am so glad he was there and helped get away from that situation. Not only that, he actually defended me. He stood up for me like no one ever did. That makes me even more attracted to him, if possible. I can feel the need of feeling him inside me right now. "What happened earlier got me sober, I swear. I need you, Andy. Please."

And I know that the look I give him is all it takes. He takes my face in his hands and starts kissing me again, in a matter of seconds we have our clothes off. I don't even have the time to ask where Laurie is, and part of me doesn't even care. At first we go towards the living room but then Andy lifts me up and I squeal.

"We're doing it the right way this time." He says as he goes up the stairs and once he reaches his bedroom, he throws me on the bed. We're only wearing our underwear now, so I grin as pull on his boxers, but he takes my hand and then the other one too, and puts them on top of my head on the mattress. He keeps my wrists together with his right hand, while the left one starts pulling my panties down.

He wastes no time and starts toying with my clit. The friction is delicious and it feels better than ever. I just know I am not going to last long. He only takes away his hand to lower my bra and play with my nipples, which are so sensitive it hurts. The best kind of pain. His hand goes back to my center as his mouth latches on one nipple, then the other. I moan so loud that I fear the neighbours might hear.

"Daddy, please" I say, even though I'm not sure what I'm asking for. "You want my mouth, baby?" He asks. Fuck yes. I nod aggressively because I'm enjoying this pleasure so much and I can't really talk right now. Andy smirks because he knows he's good, and then goes down. As my hands are freed, I instantly use one to grab Andy's hair, encouraging him to start eating me out because I might scream if he doesn't let me come soon. He lightly laughs and then opens my pussy lips with two fingers: the second I feel his tongue sliding over my heat, I moan even louder. God, he's so good at this. He doesn't stop, he wants me to come, and I'll give him exactly what he wants. I am so worked up that it only takes me a few minutes to wet the bed sheet even more as I climax. The only thing I can do is moan, I'm not able to speak.

As he gets up from his position, he licks his lips with my juices all over his beard and smiles at me. I smile back because I feel like I'm on fucking drugs right now. He gets on the bed and lowers his boxers. Even though this is an highly sexual moment, I also realize I am so deeply in love with this man, that it's kinda scary. I get lost in my thoughts about love and I don't even realize Andy already started to push his cock inside me. As soon as I feel his tip on my entrance, I feel the need to tell him "I want it so bad, daddy please."

He kisses me and then says: "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Beatrice." And then slides right in, in one swift motion.

That night, my man makes me come 4 times. And it never felt so right to call him "mine", despite how wrong other people would think it is.

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ANDY'S POV

As soon as I walk into the police station, the familiar hum of activity hits me, but today it feels different. I'm not just here as the ADA—I'm here for Beatrice. My jaw tightens as I approach the desk, gripping the file in my hand a little too tightly. The guy who tried to hurt her, Aron, won't get away with it. Not on my watch. I've seen plenty of cases like this, but when it's personal—when it's her—everything shifts. I file the report, laying out every detail I can to make sure there's no room for doubt. The officer nods as he takes my statement, but all I can think about is Beatrice, her face flashing in my mind.

I can't shake the image of her, how terrified she must've been. But what keeps me steady is the fact that I was there—I stopped Aron in time before he could do any real damage. It could've gone so much worse, but I stopped him. I'm just glad I was there when she needed me. I won't let anyone hurt her. Not ever again.

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Back in my office, the weight of the day hangs heavy in the air, but there's a flicker of relief knowing that I've taken action. I pull out my phone and text Beatrice, my fingers moving quickly over the screen. "I reported Aron. He's going to face consequences for what he did."

As I hit send, I lean back in my chair, a wave of emotion crashing over me. It's not just about the case or stopping him; it's about her. The way her eyes spark with courage, how she smiles even when things get tough—it all hits me hard. I realize in that moment just how deeply in love with her I am. This isn't just protective instinct; it's something much more profound.

I can picture her reading the message, and my heart races at the thought of her feeling safe because of me. I've fought many battles in my career, but this one feels different. It's personal, and it's for her. I know I'd do anything to keep her safe, to ensure she knows she's cherished and protected. As I stare out the window, a renewed determination fills me. I won't just fight for justice; I'll fight for us.

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Soooooo... long time no see 🫣
Life has been A LOT and I just had no inspiration and Im sorry for keeping you waiting. Today I felt like writing so here it is!
I really want to keep updating, so I'll do my best.
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