the concept of being jack abbots controversially young stay at home gf..
walk with me
making videos packing his lunch and posting them on tiktok, the end of the video showing you kiss his cheek and sending him on his way, comments going WILD at the small glimpse of the side of his face they could see
hey and what do you mean it takes me a whole weekend to finish an essay for school when i can have a fic done in less than a day (idea to finished product). nursing is so fun guys
i truly dont know how many times i have to say this for it to stick. I am not responsible for your media consumption but please for the love of god respect my boundaries.
W: Age gap (Pope is early thirties, reader is early twenties.), admission of love, harassment, catcalling? overstim, dacryphilia, softdom!pope, Semi-public sex (in the room Deran has at the bar), yearning, slowburn?, hes a munch, cunnilingus, Protected pinv (first time writing kinda nervy lol), spit as lube, biting, biceps, drool, doggy position, i think thats all maybe
A/N: ugh fuck okay, so ive had this idea for like over a month but i couldnt decide how to start it. this also wasn’t supposed to be posted until friday but i run this show so here it is. i finally found smthn i was happy with so here you go! i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!
It seems like all the time that the sun has been in the sky, you’ve known the Codys. Your mother was an addict, leaving when you turned 17. Living with your dad was like living with a feral dog. Constant gnashing of teeth and words you’d both say to hurt the other. Needless to say you’ve been on your own since you turned 18. Smurf more of a mother to you than yours ever was. She knew how fond her boys were of you, keeping you around seemed like the least she could do. Despite not really liking Smurf, you accepted her offer to house you. Three hundred a month, just so she could use you on her books, you figured there were worse apartments for way more so you obliged. Deran was the first to offer to help you move in, being practically inseparable since the two of you met when you were just 8 and Deran 13. The other boys were well past their “friends with girls” phase when you came along, other than Pope, who really never had a “friends with anyone” phase at all. Needless to say, anything Deran did, you were right there with him. The first time you broke a bone Deran was right there, accidentally crashing into you while he was trying to teach you how to surf. The other boys laughed, except for Pope, who just sorta watched. So when Deran proposed the idea of owning his very own bar, you were quick to be his biggest supporter.
Setting down a brown cardboard box filled with your life, Deran spoke for the first time since opening the door. “Would you say I was crazy if I told you I was done with Smurf?” You almost started to roll your eyes before you realized he was serious. “Oh you’re serious?” You smiled, taking a box cutter to open and unpack your dishes. “Fuck off.” He sighed, sitting down on the couch with a groan. “Wait I didn’t mean it—I’m just surprised.” Closing the cabinet you walked over to him looking him in the face. “I wanna open a bar.” Deran muttered, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. “Let's do it.” You smiled back at him.
And the rest was history. You helped Deran and Craig remodel and set up, learned how to serve alcohol and make the food the bar would sell. Many bottles of titos were lost in the attempt to learn all the cool bartender tricks, but you learned enough so it could at least look like you knew what you were doing.
The two of you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. You worked weekdays, while Deran covered weekends so you could study. Nursing school was hard, but it’s even harder to get through it when you had hardly any money of your own. Deran being the sweetheart he was offered to pay for it, but you simply shook your head, knowing that this was something you needed to do yourself. That's how you found yourself working at the bar in the first place, at least this way you were actually working for it. You were studying one Friday before your shift when Smurf called you. “Hey baby, can you pick up Lenaroo for me?” Her raspy voice echoed through the speaker. You almost sighed before closing your textbook, “Yeah of course, I’ll head over there now.” You said slipping on your sandals at the end of your bed. “Where am I dropping her off? Yours?” You asked, grabbing your keys. “Not today sweetheart I’ve got something to take care of with Baz. You can leave her with Pope.” You nodded and agreed before hanging up to head out the door.
This isn’t the first time you’ve picked Lena up from school, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Not that you minded though, Lena was a good kid. You watched her a handful of times before, when the boys were on a job and Smurf was too drunk to pull herself from her expensive ass bed. You knew Lena felt like a burden, it wasn’t her fault her dad was a piece of shit. To be honest she was the one good thing that was consistent in your life except for Deran. “Hey kiddo hop in!” You smiled at the girl as she climbed up into your jeep. “Learn anything cool today?” She shook her head at your words, “Well that’s okay, ‘you hungry?” She nodded again. “How about we go get lunch at that place you like, hm? The one with the good mac n cheese?” Shockingly this time she spoke, “Can we?” You smiled and pulled out of the car line, “Duh silly, let’s go.”
Lena and you both ate, she decided on mac n cheese and chicken tenders. Can’t go wrong with that, but you chose a turkey wrap, something light since you knew you’d snack at work later.
Your knuckles met the wood of the door as you knocked on the door. Lena stood beside you with her backpack as the door suddenly swung open. “Hey Andrew.” You smiled, and you swore he almost did too. The truth was Pope softened when he was around you. He always sorta had. You were the only person who called him Andrew besides Smurf, he knew it meant more coming from you anyways. “Hey.” He almost whispered your name, turning towards Lena. “Come in.” he motioned awkwardly. “Oh uhm I can’t stay but I’ll see you tonight?” He shook his head, “Yeah maybe.”
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Andrew attractive. Hell anyone with eyes would be, but you saw him like no one else did. Yes his curly hair and freckles were a plus, but you saw him for who he really was. He wasn’t a monster, not really, not when you watched him care for Lena time and time again. How he showed up for her when no one else did, how he took care of his brothers when they were in a bind. Hell he even helped his mother after he found out she was force feeding him anti-psychotics. He couldn’t be bad, no, not your Andrew.
Friday night was one of the busiest of the week, save for Saturday. This Friday however, was the biggest turn out the bar had ever seen. Countless shots poured, beers served, cups shattered on the concrete floor. You didn’t break one time, moving with rhythm like your body was made for this, your face not faltering even a single time. Pope had come in about an hour ago, sitting quietly and nursing the same, now warm beer he had gotten when he first sat down. “Hey sugar, you dress like that just for me?” Some guy, several shots deep slurred towards you. “Just a tank top and shorts pervert.” You rolled your eyes, pouring another shot for Adrian who was waiting for Deran to come out of the back. “Who you callin’ a pervert, slut?” He bit out, clearly wounded by your words. “Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say?” You turned to him, bottle of grey goose in hand. “You heard me bitch.” He reached towards you and before you could pull away he was tackled to the ground.
“Holy shit—“ Craig muttered out with a beer in his hand, arm slung around some girl. “What the fuck—Craig help him!” You screamed as you watched Pope get punched right in the nose, taking no time before absolutely beating the shit out of the guy who harassed you. “Andrew! Stop, you're gonna kill him!” You pulled on his bicep and he punched one last time before his eyes met your teary ones. “The fuck is going on?” Deran finally emerged as the man scrambled to get up and out of the door. “He was just leaving.” Pope said nonchalantly, wiping blood from his nose. Pulling your hands down your face you stormed past the saloon doors leading to the kitchen. Pope was quick to find you. “You alright?” He asked. You shook your head in awe, “What the fuck was that Andrew?” You almost screamed and all he could do was shrug. “He was gonna hurt you.” You lean your back against the freezer, “You can’t just do shit like that! You almost killed him!” You bit back at his unworried figure, “Yeah but I didn’t.” A tear fell past your lash line, trailing mascara down your cheek.
“I just—I don’t understand you Andy.” He winced at the name, but let you speak. “Why do you do this?” You looked at him for an answer, for anything really. He looked back at you with a bloody nose and eyes that looked like they belonged to a kicked puppy. “I love you.” Your name left his lips and you shook your head, no you didn’t hear that right. He called your name again, stepping closer, “I love you.” Your breath mixed with his at the close proximity the two of you stood in, “Say something, please.” He begged. “I love you too Andrew.” His lips met yours immediately after the words left your mouth. Andrew tasted of beer, blood, and something that was him entirely. Tapping your thigh, signaling to jump, you obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist. His mouth never left yours as he laid you down on the thin mattress that Deran kept to crash on. “This okay?” He asked settling between your thighs. “Yes Andy please.” You begged. Your shorts were on the floor in an instant, the thin cotton of your panties not far behind.
Pope ate you like a man starved, lapping happily into you. Your fingers found his curls as you pulled against his scalp. He rewarded you with a low hum, dipping his tongue into you. His fingers found your core as he lapped at your clit, buried knuckle deep as you cried in pleasure under him. “Fuck—Andrew!” You whined, as he licked well past your orgasm, starting to overstimulate you. Andrew’s eyes found yours as he braced your hips with his strong arm, continuing his pleasurable assault on your clit. Only after drawing another orgasm from you was he satisfied. “Too much?” He asked, licking your slick from his lips. Your mouth dropped at the sight, shaking your head. “Ah ah—gotta tell me baby.” He cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Need you Andy..” Your hips bucking with frustration. “Greedy girl.” He tsked. Pulling your tank top off in a quick movement, flipping you onto your stomach. “Condom?” Pope asked, tracing your hip with his thumb, “Uhm the drawer.” You muttered, face down into the pillow. The zip! of his jeans felt like your favorite sound as your body shuttered with excitement. The gold wrapped looked like sin in his teeth as he rolled the rubber onto himself. “You sure you want this?” He asked, the weight of his cock resting on your ass. “Yes—yes I’m sure.” You said breathlessly, too much adrenaline coursing through your body to deliver anything more. “This isn’t just sex.” He admitted, “I know—please fuck me.” You whimpered.
When his hips finally went flush with your ass you swore this was all you were living for. Each thrust a reminder of how long you had wanted him, how long he had waited for this. “Such a good girl for me sweetheart.” He choked out, his arm slithering underneath you and around your neck, pulling you closer to him with the arch of your back. “So deep oh my god—“ Your eyes were rolling back at just how deep he was inside of you. Your teeth found his bicep and you claimed him with a bite. He groaned as he pumped deeper into you, only getting him closer. His tip kissed your cervix as you came, drooling down his arm, completely and utterly fucked out. His hips stuttered a few times before spilling out into the condom. Pulling out with a hiss! Pope kissed your back and disposed of the condom before pulling you into him. “So beautiful, y’know that?” He kissed the bridge of your nose, and you blushed, pulling the covers over both of your naked bodies. Before you could speak, Deran’s door swung open, “Hey have you—“ He stumbled back and closed his eyes, “Oh ew fuck!” Deran closed the door behind him with a slam, something leaving his mouth. “Do you think I’m fired?” You laughed and Pope cracked the biggest smile you had ever seen, “I’ll talk to him.”
