pope cody givin' you sleepy kisses💋
minors, do not interact-- please!
a lil drabble from my notes; thinking many- many thoughts rn
just thinking about waking up to andrew kissing your thighs. he came home late from smurfs- clearly a little tipsy. you can smell the beer and cigarettes clinging to his skin as he crawls onto the bed.
"mhm andy... that you...?" your voice is thick with sleep, barely conscious as warm lips press against the inside of your knee.
"yeah baby... missed you so much." he sighs, and you can hear it in his voice- that desperate, aching need that only andrew gets when he's been away from you too long. his hands are warm, a little clumsy as they slide up your thighs, spreading them apart slowly.
your head drops back to the pillow, too tired to watch as he settles between your legs. the room is dark except for the streetlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across his face. you feel him more than see him- the weight of him on the mattress, the heat of his breath against your inner thigh.
he's taking his time, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin there. wet and warm and so gentle it makes your chest ache. andrew's always like this when he's had a few drinks- softer somehow, more vulnerable. less guarded. he lets himself want you without all the walls he usually keeps up.
"so soft," he murmurs against your skin, and you feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear. doesn't pull them off, just tugs them to the side, exposing you to the cool air of the bedroom. "fuck, baby... you're so perfect."
you whimper, still half-asleep, your body responding even as your mind struggles to catch up. andrew makes a sound- something between a groan and a sigh- and then his mouth is on you. soft kitten licks up your cunt, gentle and exploratory, like he's got all the time in the world.
"andy..." you whine, your hips shifting restlessly against the sheets.
"i know, i know," he soothes, his voice muffled. one hand slides up to rest on your lower belly, holding you still. grounding you. "im sorry baby... shes just so pretty... just giving her some kisses."
and god, the way he says it- like he's apologizing for not being able to help himself. like he's powerless against how much he wants you. it makes you melt, makes you spread your legs wider without even thinking about it. letting him in. surrendering to whatever he wants to do to you.
andrew takes his time, licking and sucking gently, never rushing. his other hand comes up to grip your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. you can feel the calluses on his fingers, rough from labor and god knows what else. it's such a contrast to how soft his mouth is, how tender.
"missed this," he mumbles, pulling back just enough to speak. you feel his breath against you, hot and damp. "missed you so fuckin much. thought about you all night."
your fingers find his hair, tangling in the dark strands. you tug gently and he moans— actually moans— like you touching him is the best thing he's felt all day.
"andy please-" you don't even know what you're asking for. more? less? everything?
"shh, baby, i got you. just let me... fuck, just let me take care of you." his tongue flattens against you, licking a long stripe that makes your back arch off the bed. "taste so good. always so good for me."
there's something about the way andrew worships you- like he can't believe he gets to touch you. he's grateful for every whimper, every time you open your legs for him. even tipsy, he's focused entirely on you. on making you feel good.
your thighs start to tremble and he notices immediately, his grip tightening. holding you steady as he works you over with his mouth. soft sucks on your clit that make you gasp, then back to those gentle licks that drive you crazy because they're almost not enough.
"that's it," he encourages, his voice rough. "that's my girl. so pretty when you're like this. so sweet for me."
you're whining now, high and desperate in the back of your throat. can't help it. andrew always reduces you to this- needy and pliant and so full of love you think you might burst with it.
"love you," you manage to gasp out, and andrew groans against you.
"love you so much, baby. so fuckin much." he's grinding against the mattress now, you can feel the movement, can hear the way his breathing has gone ragged. getting off on this, on making you fall apart. "gonna make you feel so good. promise. just relax, let me have you."
and you do. you let your body go slack, let andrew hold you open and take what he needs. because that's what this is, really- andrew needs this as much as you do. needs to taste you, to hear you whine his name, to know that you're his.
when you finally come it's soft, rolling through you in gentle waves rather than crashing. andrew works you through it with patient licks, humming contentedly like this is exactly where he wants to be. between your thighs, face buried in your cunt, making you shake.
afterwards he crawls up your body, pressing kisses to your hip, your ribs, the valley between your breasts. when he finally reaches your mouth he kisses you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"hi," he whispers against your lips, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
"hi," you whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck. he settles on top of you, heavy and warm, and you can feel how hard he is against your thigh.
"missed you," he says again, nuzzling into your neck.
"missed you too, andy." your fingers card through his hair, gentle. "you okay?"
"mhm. better now." he presses a kiss to your pulse point.
he stays pressed against you, breathing you in, holding you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. eventually you'll take care of him too, but for now you just hold him. let him have this. let him have you.
because at the end of the day, andrew pope cody loves you. and you love him right back 🩵
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