thinking about pegging Andrew Cody because the poor thing doesn’t know what he wants until he’s finally got the chance to speak like the good puppy he is!
Warnings! Mama pet name, pegging, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it.), ass eating, assplay, I missed so much, but that basically covers it.
a/n- this was so ass and rushed towards the end, but my favorite kink so happens to be pegging!
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Andrew grew up in a hostile environment. With a mother who either cared too little or cared too much. Brothers laced with the same venom and took it out on each other. The oldest knew he wasn’t safe from the grotesque world in front of him. It was simply bound to happen. He was tethered to a dark world and had no light source to get out.
How does a man with no sense of wrong, figure out what is right? Well, the right person will do that for you.
You in that too short of denim, a pale yellow shirt that curved into your chest, shoes around ankles he would later bruise with his tongue.
You were the absolute light in his world. Bite marks scatter along the tight red rope that glued him to the abuse he endured.
He would much rather kill everyone he claims to be family than not to be with you. Until his body crumbles and falls to his sins, he is yours.
And you, the woman he desired felt equally attracted to the man who once fell to his knees in front of you, begging you to use him as a seat.
Once he began to do the smallest things for you, play with you after dinner, fix up your old AC, even wash you with his bare calloused hands when you were too tired from work. You started too.
It was a bright day at the house of the Cody’s, Craig with Renn in god knows where, Deran at the bar, J with Nicky studying or smoking, Smurf out on a mission. Leaving you and Andrew with the domesticity of the concept of having a house to yourself.
“Andy, baby!” You yelled, left hand holding a laundry basket close to your hip, right hand shielding your eyes from the bright San Diego sun.
Andrew doesn’t answer, simply walks over to you outside where you’re squinting at the washer and dryer machine.
He hums, tilting his head at you, a silent meaning to speak.
“I don’t know which soap to use, I know-“ you crouch down slightly lifting a bright yellow laundry detergent. “This one makes your clothes itch. And this-“ picking up a dark blue one instead. “Irritates the hell out of your perfect skin.” You purse your lips in thought. “Which one do I pick?” Looking up at him, right hand still placed on your forehead.
“This one.” Andrew softly murmurs, pointing at the magenta like container. Your expression changes into a content smile.
“I like that one too.” Giggling, and lifting it up to the washing machine.
Over the course of the last few weeks, in the best way possible, you’ve been noticing his ass. When you two have sex, your hands splay at his lower back, always inching towards his butt. But not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you pull back.
Unconsciously though, you smile at your boyfriend, patting his ass as you throw in the first load of laundry.
Your eyes go wide, hand frozen near his rear. Biting your bottom lip, not wanting to spill any nervous laughter, him himself is holding back a whimper. You notice the way his cheeks slightly go red, and ears have a light pink tint. You don’t make fun or point it out, you’ll quietly save that for later.
Slowly, like it pains him, Andrew walks back inside the house, not knowing what you unlocked inside of him.
Andrew notices when you’re out of milk and buys groceries before he visits. He sees how you grab a glass of iced tea after sex, and he always makes sure you’re stocked.
That’s how he’s learned to love, silently and fulfilling. God forbid you ever mention needing a new car once for a second, because the next day, he’ll show up with the newest Ferrari f40.
a/n totally not my dream car
You were supposed to love him loudly, tell the whole world he’s yours, squeeze him extra tight in public spaces, scream for your boyfriend when you’re in trouble, yet somehow he’s found himself with a lover who’s in between.
You love him loudly by doing exactly what he secretly dreamed of you doing. But you love him quietly by making sure he has dish washing gloves, making sure everything is clean to his liking, moving his stuff back where it belongs when his brothers move them.
But most of all, you let him be pleasured when all he’s known is pleasure to be given if you’re good, however, he’s knows he’s bad to the touch, he has gotten used to giving.
Little did he know, the butt patting incident had been stuck in his girlfriends mind for far too long
“oh fuck Andy! Right there.” You moan out, headboard hitting the back of the wall. Missionary had bored you to death, but the way his cock fit so deep, it was the position to go to when you just wanted to feel his weight.
Andrew above you grunts, watching his dick slide in and out of your silky folds, ruined hole greedily accepting every seven inch.
“Taking my cock so well.” He whimpers, the tip hitting your cervix so beautifully.
“Andy, my beautiful boy.” You groan, letting out little pants, hands finding his hair, pulling the curls. He dips his head into your neck letting out the smallest of moans. Your lip curls up at the sound.
Lewd slapping sounds can be heard his bedroom, his family outside having a party, you’re sure nobody can hear.
His balls tap against your clit in the most delicious way, throwing your head back, letting pornographic moans.
“Keep going baby, you’re doing so well.” You muster out, juices flowing down your leg, you can help but moan even louder at the feeling.
“Doing so well for my mama.” He whispers in your ear goosebumps on your sensitive skin.
Without much thinking, your left hand slowly slides down to the curve of his ass, tracing it. His cock twitches inside of you.
“You would let me play with this pretty ass right?” You whisper, gasping as he begins to rut into you quickly, nodding his head at the same impossible pace his thrusting is at.
“That’s my good boy.” You giggle, slapping his ass now harder than you have before in past playfully.
The whimper he lets out is borderline pathetic.
“Maybe I’ll get a pretty strap, spread you open like you do to me, and fuck that tight ho-“ before you could finish your sentence, he groans loudly in your ear, cum filling your womb. You can help but moan sync as your cumming fills the room too.
You just might have to buy a pretty strap if you get a reaction like this.
It was late at night, Andrew had just came back from a mission. Adrenaline is running high, his sweat drips onto the floor.
Walking into your apartment, locking the door behind him, double checking of course because he knows you won’t.
Heavy footsteps can be heard from all across the small place, his goal only to find you.
It’s dark in your bedroom, and he can’t wait any longer. He finds you, a black lacy number on your body, perfectly accentuating your curves.
Noticing his frantic pace, you shoot up, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched in worry.
“What are you wearing?” He whispers, voice deep.
“You got this for me remember? That day at the mall? You had me try it on and everything.” You hum, tilting your head at him.
Of course, he mainly remembers the part where he fingered you like he was trying to find something in your g-spot but still.
“Go take a shower, I have a surprise.” You murmurs, smiling softly despite the nasty plan you had. Crawling over to the end of the bed, you kiss his cheek, lightly slapping his ass as to foreshadow what would happen after. He doesn’t seem to notice.
Andrew nods breathlessly, practically running to the shower.
The shower is quick, and he knows he won’t be needing very much clothes. Walking in, still slightly wet, with his plaid boxers, trying to hide the very obvious erection.
“My pretty boy.” You coo, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him towards the bed.
“I want you to lay down on your stomach, and wait, okay?” You look at him with the most innocently look you could muster, thankfully he obliges without a question and you move off of the bed allowing his body to join the warmth.
Laying down on his stomach, he waits like the obedient puppy he is.
Strapping the tan colored dildo to yourself, you can’t help but let out a deep breath, you couldn’t wait for his reaction.
“No looking.” You demand, voice getting stricter. Andrew has always gotten the sweet and kind version of you, hearing your voice now sent a shiver down his spine.
Climbing onto the bed you grab his cheeks, spreading them, blowing air on his hole. You can hear the whimper in the pillow.
“I want to hear you.” Kissing his spine, slowly making your way down. Pressing the lightest of kisses to his now puckering hole, you groan in satisfaction.
“You think I don’t notice how your mind drifts when I touch your ass honey?” You lick your lips in anticipation, the sound of fabric rustling tells you everything. He shakes his head no.
Giving his hole a kitten lick, rimming the tight skin, you can hear his whimpers louder now.
“You like that?” Spitting on him now, then eating your saliva back up. He moans out loud.
“Do you want more handsome?” You lift your head up, then resuming back to tonguing him. The wet muscle now moving in and out of his asshole.
Andrew nods silently, not good enough for you. Slapping his ass with your right hand you roll your eyes, “words.” You deadpan.
“Yes ma.” He cries out, a sound you’ll forever chase hearing again.
You stop your movements, a disappointed moan coming from him.
Reaching down under the bed, you grab the lube, squirting it on the toy.
“You said you liked pain right?” You mumble rhetorically. He isn’t able to answer because before he can even think, you’re pushing the toy in the tight hole.
Andrew can’t help but grunt, grasping the sheets beneath him, humping the light pink fabric making a mess of himself.
Pushing in further he groans, you can feel the muscle spasm around the toy, you continue to inch in closer, until you reach the end.
You don’t move until he tells you to.
“Please- Please move.” He chokes out, hips trying to thrust toward the dildo. You don’t punish him yet, it’s his first time.
Slowly entering in and out, makes him cry out in pleasure. Who knew a guy who beats up other people would be a complete mess when getting fucked in the ass.
Once he starts to get impatient with the slow rocking, you begin to move at a pace Andrew often uses when he’s inside of you.
Quickly, he’s a moaning mess.
“Fuck right there mama.” He moans out, knees meeting the bed, ass up, all fours. He meets your thrusts, loving the way it rubs on his prostate.
“Please- touch my cock, I need it.” Andrew pants, he spurts out even more creamy liquid for you to play with, you smile.
Your right hand reaches down, grabbing his pretty shaft, tugging it back and forth, quickening both your pace on your hips and hand.
Overestimating him, he moans loudly, you’re sure you’re going to get a noise complaint the next day.
“Fuck! Mama, you treat me so good.” His voice strained, tears falling down.
“You gonna come pretty baby?” Thumb swirling around his tip.
“Yes, please let me cum, please I’ll be so good for you, I’ll lick up my own mess, I’ll be such a good boy.” He doesn’t know what overcame him, he’s never begged like this, he knows he sounds pathetic but he knows you like it.
Bending down near his ear, hips and hand never faltering. “Yeah? Cum pretty boy, I want to see your love for me, you love it when I fuck you on my cock don’t you? Look at your hole all needy for mama.”
And with one last thrust and swirl of cum, he moans out, “I love you.” Before white hot liquid shoots out, some falling onto his pillow, some on his forehead, some droplets fall onto the sheets.
Letting him ride out his high, you begin to pull out gently.
“Wait no-“ he panics, trying to pull your hips closer.
You giggle quietly, “we can try that another time, my handsome boy needs rest.”
Grunting, he obeys, letting you pull out.
The moment he feels the dildo outside of him, he falls to the bed, knees sore.
Looking up at you, his eyes widen. Licking the cum off of your hand, you bite your lip softly.
“What about you?” Andrew asks hoarsely. Always the worrier, he would shove his fingers and tongue inside of you the second you asked.
Instead you shake your head, taking off the strap and throwing it on the floor for the next time, laying down next to his panting body.
“I got everything I wanted, now rest, you have a long day tomorrow.”
Andrew sighs in content, maneuvering you to be underneath him, head falling in between your breasts and letting the exhaustion take him.
Deran wakes up with an urgent message from Smurf, it’s 8am, and he doesn’t remember shit from last night. He doesn’t even know how he ended up back at home. Adrian he guesses.
Going to the first person who would probably know what Smurf is on, he walks to Popes room, half asleep he rubs his eyes.
He doesn’t see his brother bare ass or the woman beneath him. He simply has one goal and that is to inform his brother.
Without looking he trips on something wet.
A loud bang can be heard from Popes room.
“What the fuck?” He yells, looking down to see what he feet found before his eyes.
Seeing the very used strap, his mouth is agape.
“You disgusting motherfuckers!” He shouts, waking up Andrew who now has a gun pointing it at his brothers face.
“Looks like we’re not so different after all huh?” Deran grumbles sarcastically, putting his hands up in defense and pointing to the strap.
Andrew refuses to look at Deran after that.
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