sammy bryant pulling you over because the light above your license plate is out except you didn’t know there was a light there to begin with you literally just drive the damn thing hello ???
“oh. there’s a light back there?” his gaze flicks to your fuzzy pink seat covers, spearmint gum and a tube of lipgloss spilling out of the purse thrown haphazardly in the passenger seat beside you. you’re blinking slowly at him through pretty lashes and something stirs low in his gut, catching a lip between his teeth as a grin threats to tug at the corners of his mouth.
“yeah, sweetheart, there’s a light back there.”
he lets you off with a warning and his personal contact information but who’s asking
Shen whistles at Jack as he comes in for his shift. "Looking great, old man!" It makes everyone put their attention on Jack, who just smirks.
He's wearing black button-up t-shirt and black pants. It's an unsual sight, so different from the black scrubs he wears.
But the real whistles and cheers happen when you come sauntering after him. You wear skin-tight black dress that flows down to your feet, covering the high heels.
Your cheeks are flushed as your colleagues cheer at the sight of you. But it's not the only thing making you blush.
It's the fact, that it's obvious to everybody that you and Jack just came from a date.
Everyone has been speculating about you two for quiet a while, there's even a betting pool going around, but this....This confirms it.
You didn't have time to go home and change and get here in separate cars, not when there's been a massive pile up on the highway and everyone got called to work.
It was supposed to be yours and Jack's night off, you had a dinner reservation in the nicest restaurant in the city and it was so, so lovely.
That was until your phones started going off and you scrambled out of there in hurry and with groans. Don't get me wrong, you both love doing your job as doctors. But dates nights are sacred to you two since they don't happen as often as you would like.
"Yes! I fucking knew it." Santos says very loudly, already halfway through on the way for her winnings.
"Alright, alright, alright. The show is over, everybody get back to work." Finally, Dana yells loudly, making everyone avert their hungry gazes away from you.
"And you lovebirds, hurry up and get changed. ETA is 10 mins for the first patients."
You nod and hurry after Jack. It's not as easy to walk quickly in these high heels. Jack notices, of course he does, and waits up for you, hand extended your way.
You take it sheepishly and let him stabilise you so it's easier to walk. "You okay, angel? That was a lot, huh?"
"Yeah, but I'm okay. At least, now they know." You give him a little smile, squeezing his hand for the reassurance.
"Yes. At least, now I can kiss you whenever I want." He grins at you and you just look mortified. There's no way you'll survive heavy pda in front of your colleagues and you both know it.
"As long as it's moderate." You mumble out as you let Jack lead you towards the lockers.
"Don't worry, angel. I'll be on my best behaviour I promise." He seals that promise with a quick peck to your lips. But you are out of anyone's view so you relax into it. And you almost whine when he pulls away, almost. Gosh, you were so excited to have him all to yourself for the night.
"Okay, let's go, sweetheart. You heard Dana, no time to waste." He says when you try to steal another kiss from him.
"You kissed me first!" You laugh because he's clearly being ridiculous.
"I'd never." He fakes innocence, but the smirk on his face is far from that.
"Pff, we'll see where this gets you when we get home." You giggle but his eyes only darken.
"Doll, we both know I won't be the one begging then." He whispers the words into your ear and your stomach practically does somersaults at that.
"You're not playing fair." You pout at him as his hands help you unzip the dress.
"I'm only-" he stops in the middle of the sentences as you turn around and let the dress pool at your feet. The purple lingerie you have on clearly broke his brain. His eyes devour the sight in front of him.
You chuckle as you quickly change into your scrubs, and by the time Jack realises you are no longer half-naked, you are running away, leaving him there all stunned.
Yeah, this shift fucking better be over quickly. Or he'll lose his mind thinking about you.
mmmm thinking (i'm always thinking) about pope cody x virgin!reader
having grown up next door to the cody's, it was hard not to get caught up in their whirlpool of chaos. deran had become a close friend, constantly helping him with homework he'd get too far behind on. you weren't a wild child like the rest of the cody's, too afraid of a little rebellion. the closest you had ever gotten to that was when you had a gotten a little too drunk at smurf's and deran had to sneak you back into your room. you had lied that your hangover was just a bad stomach flu.
deran did his best to keep you at an arms length away from the corruption that came with being around the cody's, he just never knew pope was doing the same. pope was there every time without you fully being aware, like a cattle dog protecting a little lamb. that's how he saw you, an innocent pretty little thing. you shouldn't have been around all of this but he could only do so much. scaring off guys who tried to prey on you when you had a little too much to drink or really any guy who thought they stood a chance at making you their's. no man was good enough for his little lamb, he knew that also meant him too.
when pope was released from prison, he was relieved to be home but anxious if you'd still be around. there was no fathomable reason why you'd ever want to see him, a felon– yet, there you were in the living room with a drink in your hand, tiny denim shorts and a crop tee shirt. everything was the same as before, nothing had changed for you. you constantly sought after his attention, the only person who made you feel seen and accepted you just as is. a few months after he was out of prison you had drunkenly wondered into his room while the party was raging. you'd missed him, having him gone in those years felt lonely and felt like your security blanket was gone, your heart growing even softer for him in these times.
admitting you had a crush on him was near impossible, craig would blow you off as crazy and deran would've forbade it. when you ended up in popes room fidgeting with your hands in your tipsy state, the tightness in the little butter yellow dress felt suffocating as you choked up the words to ask pope for the one thing you never could've asked sober.
"andrew... c-can i ask you something and you won't laugh at me if you think m'stupid?" you looked up at him glass eyed and biting your lip, leaning against his closed bedroom door. he looked up from the beer he had been nursing.
"you're not stupid, don't call yourself that... s'not nice... but, go ahead, angel."
"if i asked you to be my first... would you?"
he's frozen in place, he hasn't always been the best at social cues but there was no way you could've seriously asked him that.
"first... first what, angel?"
"please don't make me say it, andrew." you whined so sweetly he was desperate to hear it now. he stalked over to you, back pressed to the wall and hands fidgeting behind you. he pick up your chin tilting your face up at him.
you weren't sober but you weren't completely drunk, he could tell the difference. you always held his eye contact a little better when you were tipsy, the liquid courage made it easier to let your mind wander to dirty places hoping that if you could look at him like this, he could feel how badly you wanted him, needed him. as you looked up at him, biting your lip, glassy eyes and lips tinted ever so slightly from lip gloss you had put on earlier, he could feel the shift.
"tell me what you want," his voice is gruff as he gripped the back your neck and his free hand fell to your waist. thumb rubbing circles over your hip that made you clench your thighs together, it made you putty in his hands.
"i-i want you to be first time... m-my first kiss a-and i wanna lose my virginity to you, andy." he practically growls as you look up at him pleadingly, his grip on you has only grown tighter.
he had figured in all this he had been away that someone else had been lucky enough to be given a chance with you. a part of his chest ached at the idea that you waited for him. he's leaning his forehead against yours and pressing himself into you, letting you feel every inch of him.
"you want me to be your first, angel? were you saving yourself for me?" his hands on your hips as he drags his lips against your neck feeling the way your squirming in his grip knowing now that no one else has gotten to touch you like this.
your trembling whimper and whispered 'yes' is enough to let him cave in his desires now. he kisses you so gently at first, letting you find your bearings until your lips are moving in sync with his. he lets his tongue slip into your mouth, eating up every whimper and pathetic whine that escapes when he squeezes your waist. he couldn't bring himself to fully take your virginity that night, he wanted you completely sober for that. instead he opted to learning every inch of your body that made you gasp and whine, how soft or rough you liked his touch, how you chased after his lips when he pulled away. he especially enjoyed the way you clawed at his shoulders when he ever so gently groped your chest.
whines and pleas of his name fell from your lips as his dragged across every inch of skin that was exposed in that dress, his hands trailed under, squeezing and groping at your thighs. you were so worked up and desperate for him, he couldn't stand the thought of leaving you so tightly wound he had to help his little lamb. you had no clue how desperate he wanted to ruin you, so that no man's touch would ever be enough. he wouldn't give you his cock that night but he gave you his mouth and fingers instead. he pulled that dress over your hips, laying you out on his bed before diving face first between your legs.
thighs wrapped around his head as he greedily lapped at your soaked panties. he looked up at you with those sweet hazel puppy eyes as he held your thighs apart, sucking at the outline of your pussy clad in the cotton panties. dragging his tongue up and down as he rut his restrained cock into his own mattress. when he finally pushed you panties to the side, the sweet cries of his name, the taste of you and the way you tugged at his hair had him ruining his boxers but he couldn't care less about the mess. at that moment, he had gone to heaven. he'd spend the next hour between your legs making you a whimpering, trembling mess as the wet squelch of every kiss he placed on your pussy grew tenfold, his fingers curled inside the velvety walls over and over again until he lost count of how many times you had drenched his face.
voice nearly broken as you squeaked 'andrew!' at the last orgasm he brought you to while sucking your clit into his mouth, finally relenting in the endless pleasured he'd brought to you in just one night.
kinda icky kinda hot thought BUT imagine pope is pissy about you going out with your friends. he was annoyed about you going out in general but even more so when you told him he was forbidden from following you there and lurking in the club like the protective guard dog he is. any other night he would've disregarded your demand but he was particularly needy about wanting you to stay home. this was something you had planned weeks in advanced but he was being selfish, he wanted you and he wanted you home. that's all that mattered to him, he didn't give two flying fucks about your friends.
so he's watching you get yourself ready, all dolled up as you sit at your vanity doing your makeup. you're still in a robe but what you fail to notice over the sound of your music playing is the way he's been pumping his cock into his fist bitterly, chewing at his bottom lip holding back his moans. he's timed it just right. as your reaching over for the setting spray. he's appeared beside, grabbing the nape of your neck gently and tilting your head up to look at him. his lips are on yours before you can protest, he's gentle about it not wanting to ruin your makeup just yet. he pulls away before you can whine for more, there's that pout on your face as he looks down at you. there's a slight rustling.
"close your eyes."
"what-"
he's got his cock right in your line of sight now but the first spurt of his cum hitting your cheek causes your eyes to clench close. you try to pull away but he's got your hair in his fist right at the base of your neck. he's groaning as he paints your face white in his cum, droplets running down your cheek as he brings your face closer as smears his tip across your lips dragging it through the mess before smacking your cheek with his cock. he pulls back and turns your face to the mirror. your makeup is completely ruined and your lipstick is smudged onto your cheek too now.
"looks like you're gonna have to start over... maybe you should just stay home."
Asking him to pass you a teabag and instead of taking those few extra steps he just throws it in your mug for you.
Forgetting to turn off the lights before going to bed and instead of letting you get up he just balls up a sock and throws it at the light switch. The clothes hamper now sits nicely under the light so he’s not overwhelmed by clothes on the ground when it inevitably happens again.
He never misses your mouth when he kisses you. Always right on the money!
You’re having a bad day, walking down the street. Maybe something happened at work. The pocket of your jacket suddenly feels heavier than just a few seconds prior. You put your hand in your pocket only to pull out your favourite candy. You look around, even up at fire escapes and windows. You don’t know where he is but he’s definitely around!
In summer, you make it your mission to get him to toss your sunglasses onto your face. Tipping your chin up as you dig into your beach bag for sunscreen, asking so sweetly if he could put your sunglasses on.
He does it, of course, and gets all that more smitten as you beam towards him. The frames sitting proudly on the end of your nose.
thinking about dex using his abilities to annoy the shit out of you, like taking off his jacket when he gets home, tossing it and every single time without fail it hits you square on the face, makes him chuckle when you groan out his name in frustration
going to hand you your fancy coffee drink after picking it up for you at the counter but then he fake drops it before swiftly catching it with his other hand without spilling a single drop, he likes the way you squeal in reaction
throwing sofa pillows at you knowing that when you try to retaliate hes gonna catch them midair or dodge them completely, he thinks its the funniest thing ever, the pathetic and unsuccessful attempt to get revenge on him
telling him to go easy on you (let you win) at darts or bowling on nights out with friends, he says "sure" and then proceeds to annihilate you in front everyone, a snide smile on his face when he asks "s'everything okay?" at your pouting
trying to close the door of your room for some privacy when you need to change but right before you manage to do it dex flings and ricochets an object so it's blocking and keeping it from shutting completely
constantly telling you to "open up" because he wants to toss candies or grapes or whatever hes snacking on into your wide open mouth, the farther away you are from him the better, he sees it as a fun little challenge
brushing my teeth right now and thinking about how pope cody would be obsessed with your mouth.
but not in an inherently sexual way though.
in the way that has him follow you into the bathroom every morning and night and kiss you until you literally have to push him away so you can brush your teeth. and before you’ve even rinsed the extra toothpaste off your mouth he licks it up for you saying “you taste so good sweet girl. jus want to share with your pretty mouth.”
or or or. got one taste of a flavored chapstick you found randomly in your purse one time and went insane. now he buys you all different flavors that ‘he thinks you would like’ but it’s really just so he can kiss them off of you. you go through a new tube a week because he’s so fixated by your mouths flavor that he thinks enhances the already sweet taste of your lips.
and and and! he can’t go to sleep without your mouth pressed to him somewhere. whether it’s on his chest when he’s bear hugging you or on his neck when you lie on top of him. or his secret favorite when you’re the big spoon and your soft lips hum against his back all night. <3
i looooove cheating on Robby w Jack fics like yes. YES to hurriedly fucking after Robby finally leaves for his sabbatical. so hurriedly that you don’t even make it to the bed, the room. on the floor of the living room.
“yes, fuck yes, oh my god Jack, don’t stop,” moaning loud as fuck as you arch off the hardwood floor, your short pulled over your tits and your panties hanging off your ankle. “three months of this, thank fucking god. love this pussy.” YES!!!
yes to Jack coming over for a barbecue and while you’re inside making a quick drink he comes up behind you and dips his hand under your flowy dress, a short gasp coming from you after he circles your clit.
“j-Jack, Jack.” you warn, eyes bouncing from him over your shoulder, to the sliding door. “there’s so many people here. he’s right outside..!” he’s pushing his hardened cock against you, and of course you grind back. “he’s on the grill..won’t even notice. his egos too big to notice. just wanna touch it a little, i miss her.” YES!!!!!
Big hands, long fingers and he knows how to use em. Likes that he can wrap his hand almost completely round your neck. Not necessarily choking (although id be down) just making you look at him or holding you up against the wall whilst he ruins you.
Loves to tease about even the slightest size difference between the two of you. Makes out like everything about you so tiny compared to him. “Think those cute little hands can fit round me?”“Don’t know if you can take all of this..oh you can? Come on, show me.”
Man has rhythm nuff said
Talks you through touching yourself cause he likes to watch in between rounds since it takes him longer to recover than he’d like. “Do it like I do, baby. That’s it...you learned so well.”
So fucking unserious sometimes; will say something filthy then tickle you til you cant breathe, he's buried in you asking if he should make lasagne this weekend or stupid shit like “you ever wonder if furniture has feelings?”, calls you his baby shark when you bite.
Makes you look in his pretty eyes whilst you suck him off.
When he’s spoiling you, giving you anything and everything you want he’ll reply “yes boss” to whatever you ask.
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