*Andrew Pope Cody/F!reader*
(Please go to my page to read part 1)
Summary: Pope comes home from jail and the two of you try to navigate your relationship now that he’s home.
Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering oral sex m receiving and f receiving, unprotected pinv, cream pie, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)
Notes: ok so honestly didn’t expect my original post to get any attention at all and the amount I’ve gotten in less than 24 hours makes me wanna cry you guys are amazing 😭. Anyways here is part 2 I hope you guys love it, there will be more parts coming I have at least 3 parts ready for post and am currently working on part 4. Again this is my first fic please be kind in the comments ❤️
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3 years and 19 days later.
You’d had to get out of the house. The vibe there was weird since Smurf brought home Julia’s son. No one was sure what to do with him.
You didn’t know much about Julia aside from what Pope had told you. You knew she had been a junkie exiled by Smurf when she started stealing and wouldn’t get clean.
You missed Pope. He would have left the house with you, walked along the beach to avoid the awkward conversations.
It had been 3 years and 19 days since he had been sent to prison. You visited him once a week and sent him letters and answered every call you got from him no matter what but it wasn’t the same you just desperately missed having his presence in your life.
You let out a sad sigh as you grabbed the groceries you had bought from the back seat. As you carried them in the house you could hear low voices talking. You were setting the bags on the counter when you heard Deran call out for you “Scout that you?”
“Yah it’s me” you called back to him.
He appeared at the entrance of the kitchen with a shit eating grin on his face “get in here we have a surprise for you” he said nodding towards the living room.
You raised an eyebrow following him into the room. What you saw stopped you dead in your tracks. Pope. Pope was sitting on the couch with Smurf curled against him.
“Pope?” You whispered feeling tears pricking your eyes.
He got up slowly moving away from Smurf and coming towards you. He stops short of hugging you his breath catching.
You slowly bring your hands up and touch his chest not being willing to believe this is real. You have to be dreaming he can’t really be here. His chest is solid beneath your hands. He looks down at you his haunted eyes soft “Hey Scout”
You launch yourself into his arms locking your arms around his neck and legs around his waist almost knocking him backwards. His arms come around you tightly and he buries his face into the crook of your neck inhaling deeply.
You bury your head in his shoulder the tears spilling over. “You’re here” you cry “you’re actually here”
“I’m so sorry Scout” he says into your hair “I’m so sorry I didn’t want to leave you” you can hear his voice cracking.
You slip down his body back onto your feet and hold his face in your hands really looking at him for the first time. “It’s ok Andy” you say softly wiping the tear running down his cheek.
You hear someone behind you clear their throat and Pope turns to look at them seeming to realize you weren’t alone. He takes your hand leading you back to the couch and sitting you beside him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders tucking you into his side. You snuggle into him content for the first time in two years.
Craig’s looks at the two of you shaking his head and smiling. You shoot him a quick glare knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home man?” Craig asks Pope.
Pope looks at the faces around the room and shrugs “I didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up if it didn’t work out again”
“Well” Smurf says suddenly “we need to throw a party to celebrate you coming home” she stands clasping her hands together and giving the two of you a calculating look. You can feel Pope tighten his arm around you as if he’s afraid she’s going to rip you from him.
You stand up going to stand beside Smurf feigning complete innocence “I’ll make a beer run” you tell her sweetly.
Deran stands up quickly too “I’ll come with” he says Following you out of the house. You and Deran had gotten close while Pope had been gone. You were one of the few people in the world who knew his secret.
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On the drive home from the store Deran looks over at you with a knowing look “So” he says “Now that Popes back are you two finally gonna go for it?”
You roll your eyes at him. “You know it’s not like that” you groan “it never has been”
He scoffs at you “the way you both reacted to seeing each other I thought we were about to get a live sex show in the living room”
You punch him in the arm “Stop!” You tell him loudly laughing.
He laughs at you and then says solemnly “he loves you Scout. More than I think he has ever loved anybody”
You felt that familiar ache in your chest. “You know it can’t be like that. Smurf would never allow it.” You say bitterly.
“Fuck Smurf!” Deran yells out. You look over at him wide eyed “You guys would actually be happy if you let yourselves so god damn just be together already” he huffs sitting back hard against the seat.
“Wow” you giggle “I didn’t know you were so concerned about my love life”
He fixes you with a look “Scout tell me the truth” you raise your eyebrow at him “have you actually been with anyone since you met Pope?”
You open your mouth and then shut it again. You haven’t and you both know that.
“Uh huh” Deran says smugly.
You look over at him from the corner of your eye not wanting to directly look at him “Has Pope?” You ask in a small voice. That was one thing you and Pope never spoke about was your dating lives because you both knew it would be too hard.
Deran looks over at you “No Scout” he says confidently “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he doesn’t really do that and he is also extremely loyal. Even if you’re not actually dating he would never do that to you. It’s you or no one” he shrugs.
You look out the windshield a small hopeful smile attempting to break across your face.
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A few days have come and gone everyone falling back into a routine with Pope being home. You notice Baz treating him like a dog that might bite him if he startles him.
Today is Popes birthday. You’re all standing around the table with Pope standing in front of his birthday cake. As Smurf is making a toast J interrupts. “It’s my mom’s birthday too” he says stoicly looking at Smurf with a challenge in his eye.
You look over at Andrew you notice how his spine is straighter and how he refuses to look away from the cake. You know how much he misses Julia.
“Yes it is” Smurf says softly and then looks over at Pope. “Blow out your candle baby” Pope fidgets with his hands at his side and then blows it out quickly.
The boys were taking Andrew out for his birthday, paint ball skydiving and of course the strip club. All things Pope hates. They’re getting ready to leave when you walk up to Pope and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He leans down burying his face in your neck. “Happy Birthday” you whisper to him.
He separates from you opting to hold onto one of your hands “You sure you don’t want come?” His eyes were hopeful though he knew your answer.
You shook your head with a small smile “No I’m good you guys go ahead have your fun just come back safe” you smile up at him. He nods his head slightly and turns to follow his brothers out the door. He pauses quickly turning back and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You feel the blush spreading to your hairline. “I’ll see you later ok?” He says to you gruffly as he walks out the door and is gone.
It’s late when you hear your bedroom door creak open. You can hear the soft pad of foot steps coming towards the bed and someone’s presence looming over you.
“Andy?” You whisper. You roll over to see him standing beside the bed looking like he has just had the worst night.
“Can I stay here tonight?” He asks you hoarsely.
You answer by scooting over and opening the covers for him. You watch as he kicks off his shoes and pulls off his shirt. You can feel your cheeks heat when you take in his form. He’s more muscular now than he was before he went away. You can make out the faint lines of his abs and pecks as he walks around to the other side of the bed. You feel the mattress dip beneath you as he climbs in behind you wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his chest.
He’s buries his face into your hair and you can feel his body shake with silent tears. You wrap your arms around his and let him cry knowing if he wanted to talk about it he would.
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You wake up in the morning with Pope still wrapped around you. As you try to shift without waking him you feel his erection pressing into your back and it makes you pause. It’s ok you think to yourself. It’s morning it’s biological it doesn’t mean anything. You shift again trying to get up but you feel him wake.
He sits up quickly still on high alert since coming home. You place a comforting hand on his arm “hey it’s ok you’re with me you’re home” you tell him softly.
He blinks at you a few times coming back to himself. “Thank you for letting me sleep here last night” he says to you roughly.
You smile at him “you know you never have to ask to sleep in here Andy”
He looks at you without meeting your eyes and nods. He goes to get up and then seems to realize the situation you had felt pressing into your back. You watch as redness spreads up his neck and it makes you giggle.
He looks at you shyly “I-I’m sorry I don’t-I can’t” he stammers.
“Andy” you say laughing “it’s fine it’s morning it’s biological I will leave the room and let you get up without an audience” ignoring your own blush that is spreading across your cheeks.
He gives you small shy smile “thank you”
You continue laughing as you leave the room.
Later that day you over hear J talking to Smurf. Pope had ransacked his room looking for any watches he may have pocketed in the last job.
You knew Pope was off his meds. You could tell by the paranoia and the lack of sleep. You just didn’t know what to do about it.
The next day you wake up and wander to the kitchen to get breakfast. Craig, Deran and Baz are sitting at the table but no Smurf and no Pope. “Where’s Smurf?” You ask casually. None of them will meet your eyes. You remember what happened the last time they looked at you like this. Your heart starts beating rapidly “where’s pope?” You ask shakily.
Baz takes a deep breath “he had to spend the night in jail he failed his drug test” he still refused to meet your eyes.
“What?” You breathed out “how is that possible he has been clean since he got out!” You shout at him. Baz flinches a guilty look on his face. You suck in a breath “what did you do Baz?”
Baz sits back and looks at you “He needs to take his meds so we’ve been putting them in his food so he tested positive it’s not a big deal.” He says quickly.
Just then you heard the door open as Smurf and Pope walk in. You rush over to Pope taking his face in your hands checking him over “are you ok?” You ask him softly.
His eyes are sad as he looks at you and nods. He peels your hands away from his face. “I’ll be in the garage” he mutters as he walks away.
You watch as Smurf follows after him to the garage. You glare at Baz as you trail after them. He rolls his eyes at you and throws his hands up “I’m sorry ok?” He calls after you.
You stand just outside the garage door listening to Smurf telling Pope he needs to take his meds. Peeking around the corner you see Pope sneer at her “You don’t like me if I’m not on these pills right? That’s what it is” you watch as Smurf takes a deep breath stalking towards you, you quickly back away from the door.
She stops in front of you holding the pill bottles out. “He listens to you” she tells you thinly veiled rage coating her tone “make him take them” she says pushing the pills into your hands.
You look at the pills in your hands and take a shaky breath walking into the garage. Pope looks over at you shaking his head “Not you too” he mutters.
“Look” you say softly. “You know I love you whether you’re on these pills or whether you’re not” you take a deep breath “if you choose not to take these pills I will still be here when you have dark days” you look up at him “I just think you’ll have a lot less dark days if you take them” you tell him earnestly.
He looks back and forth between you and the pills and slowly takes the pills from your hands. “Ok” he croaks.
You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back placing a soft kiss to the top of your head “I love you Scout” he says softly.
You smile tears gathering in your eyes “I know Andy”
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The time has come for the next job. Camp Pendleton. This one is big and you know that. The boys are all getting ready. They won’t even let you help with this one.
You sit at the kitchen table chewing your nail nervously when Pope comes up beside you. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He asks not meeting your eyes. You nod a concerned look coming across your face.
You follow him out to the pool away from everyone else. “What’s up?” You ask him.
He looks down at you his hands fidgeting at his sides. You knew something was wrong. “If this goes wrong” he starts roughly “I’m not going back in”
You look up at him furrowing your brow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Prison. I’m not going back.” He takes a deep steadying breath. “If this goes wrong they’re going to have to take me down because I won’t go back there.”
Your jaw drops. You knew prison still haunted him. You could see it when you looked in his eyes. When you could hear him pacing the house at night because the nightmares kept him awake.
He takes both your hands in his “the reason I am telling you this” he says softly “is because if I don’t come back” he looks away from you blinking away tears “if I don’t come back I need you to know-“
“No” you interrupt him putting your hand to his mouth. “No you don’t get to do this right now because you are going to tell me whatever you want to say when you get back here to me” you say forcefully. You grab his chin in your hand “you look at me” his eyes slowly come up to meet yours “you are not leaving me again do you understand?” You can feel your chin starting to wobble as you hold back tears.
He blinks away more tears nodding. He pulls you tightly into his arms resting his chin on top of your head. You feel his chest moving up and down as he tries to calm himself. “When I get back,” he says to you “me and you-just me and you- are going to go somewhere and really talk like we should have the day I got out”
“Pope!” Baz calls out “we gotta go man”
Pope gently pulls you away from his chest placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you intensely in the eyes “I will see you later ok?” You nod tears streaming down your cheeks. He looks at you one last time placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he heads out of the house with his brothers.
“Scout” Smurf calls out to you “Why don’t you go see if Cath needs help with Lena?” She suggests to you. You wipe the tears from your face. Walking back towards the house, you slide through the door beside Smurf and she places a hand on your arm. “They’ll be ok honey, just get out of the house for a while it won’t help you to be cooped up here” you look at her and nod. You know she’s completely self serving. She just doesn’t want you here when they get back.
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You arrive at Cath’s door raising your hand to knock. You didn’t used to like Cath. When you learned Pope had carried a torch for her it immediately soured your feelings towards her. But the longer you hung around the more the torch seemed to fizzle out and the two of you became unlikely friends.
Cath answered the door a knowing look on her face “They leave for the job?” You nod silently walking through the door. You can hear small feet as they come running towards you.
“Auntie Scout!” Lena squeals running into your arms. You lift her off her feet squishing her to you a smile breaking out on your face for the first time that day.
“Lena Bena!” You squeal back setting her on her feet. “How’s my favourite girl?” You ask her bending over to be at her level.
“Good. Do you want to colour with me?” She asks you excitedly. You nod your head letting her pull you to the kitchen table.
Cath sits across from you and you look over at her. “How do you stop worrying about Baz?” You ask her suddenly.
She glances over at you a small smile on her face “I don’t. I just got used to it.” She pauses “Pope will be ok, he has a reason to come back now” she says giving you a suggestive look.
You feel your cheeks heat. “It’s not like that with us and you know it” you mumble. She just rolls her eyes at you and you crumple up a piece of paper and toss it at her.
The rest of the afternoon goes like that. Easy chit chat and distractions to get you through the day. Night was falling by the time you finally got the text. “It’s done. Craigs throwing a party to celebrate. Come home.” A smile broke out across your face.
Cath catches the look on your face “they done?” She asks. You nod eagerly wanting to leave but not wanting to be rude. “Go” she says softly nodding her head towards the door. You give her a grateful smile and dash out the door.
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You walk into the house and there are people everywhere. People snorting lines of coke off of each other, People hooking up in dark corners. This was definitely a Craig party.
You walk into the living room to find Craig and Deran with random girls draped over them. You roll your eyes at the sight especially knowing Deran was only doing it for appearances.
“Scout!” You hear Craig shout happily. He jumps up quickly catching you around the waist and lifting you, spinning you around. You laugh at his antics slapping his shoulder to tell him to put you down.
Craig sets you back down on your feet. Next thing you know Deran has thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you through the house laughing “Deran!” You squeal “put me down” you continue laughing as Deran runs out the back door, it’s then you realize in horror, he’s running towards the pool. “Deran don’t you dare!” You yell struggling against his grasp.
“Deran put her the fuck down” you hear Popes deep voice growl.
Deran stops in his tracks setting you back on your feet. He laughs at you waggling his eyebrows as he spins you to face Pope. You realize now all he was doing was trying to get a reaction out of him. You look over at Pope, his permanent scowl on his face as he stares at Deran. You’re so happy to see him you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest.
You break away from Deran, running towards Pope. You jump into his arms wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist tightly holding you against him as he buries his face into your neck. Opening your eyes and looking over his shoulder you see Smurf watching you. You meet her eyes as she narrows her hostile gaze on you and walks back inside.
Pope completely oblivious to this exchange gently sets you down looking at you with a shy smile on his face. “I told you I’d see you later” he says quietly.
“You did” you agree smiling widely at him. He lifts his hand and gently tucks your hair behind your ear cupping your face softly. You stare up at him your heart beating wildly as his thumb gently strokes along your cheekbone.
You lean into his hand and watch as he swallows harshly. You can see he is about to say something when Craig interrupts clearing his throat loudly. “Not to interrupt this incredibly tender moment” he says sarcastically “but this is a fucking party, so Scout go get your sexy ass in a bikini before I toss you in the pool in that little dress of yours” you roll your eyes at him and give him a salute as you walk back into the house to change.
Pope watches you walk back into the house and then turns to Craig and gives him a sharp glare. Craig raises his hands in front of him “look do you not want to see her hot ass in a bikini?” He chuckles. Pope punches Craig in the arm. Hard. Craig groans in pain “what the fuck man? I am trying to help you out!”
“In what world do you think I want her in less clothes in front of all of these people?” Pope growls at him.
Deran chuckles behind him “Bro it gives you a chance to stake your claim.” He says wrapping an arm around Popes shoulders.
“What claim?” Pope grumbles “I don’t have any more of a claim on her than anyone else here” he says stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking at the ground.
Craig throws his hands up in exasperation “You guys have been eye fucking each other for 7 motherfucking years!” He exclaims putting his hands on Popes shoulders. “Now is your time, make your move before some other asshole does”
Pope looks up at his brother thinking his words through. He was in love with you. He’d known that for a long time. If he hadn’t been gone for so long maybe he would have already taken that step. But after he got out he didn’t think he was good enough. You deserved the world.
“She deserves better than me” he mumbles to his brothers.
Deran shakes his head sighing “Look man,” he says “I love that girl, she’s my best friend. So know if I didn’t think you would treat her well I would tell you. But I’m not gonna tell you that I’m gonna tell you this” He takes a deep breath “she has been in love with you for so fucking long it makes me sick.”
Derans words wash over Pope like ice water. “Did she tell you that?” He chokes out.
Deran rolls his eyes “Jesus Christ bro you can’t be that fucking blind. Did you really think that this was one sided?”
Pope feels his stomach drop. All this time he could have had you and he was too in his head to try. He made up his mind then and there that he was telling you how he felt. Tonight.
It was at that moment you re-entered the party wearing a bikini that would make even the strongest man want to worship at your feet. The royal blue colour highlighted your tanned skin. It hugged your curves in just the right way as your blonde waves fell around your shoulders.
Craig wolf whistled at you as Pope felt his mouth go dry and his eyes widen. You saunter over to them your hips swaying. “Well what do you think boys will I pass?” You ask cheekily.
Craig is the first to speak up “Hell yeah I’d do you” he cackles. Pope quickly turns to glare at him and Craig laughs harder.
Deran shoves his hands into his pocket “well I think I’m going to go stake a claim on one of those beers over there” he says pointedly to Pope dragging Craig with him.
You furrow your brow in confusion “what was that about?” You ask Pope.
He just shakes his head “Nothing they’re just idiots” he says gruffly. He looks you up and down gaze slowing as he takes in the curves of your hips and waist. “This new?” He asks gesturing to your bikini.
You nod cocking your hip and putting your hand on it. “It is” you answer. You look up at him from under your lashes “you like it?” You ask in a soft voice.
Pope swallows and you watch the movement. He nods clearing his throat “looks good” he chokes out. He shakes his head trying to clear it “do you want a drink?” He asks.
You nod and watch him as he walks over to the bar where his brothers are. Craig watches the exchange with barely contained glee. “Bro that was painful to watch” he laughs as Pope approaches him.
Pope hangs his head “Shut up and grab me two beers” he tells him.
Deran claps Pope on the shoulder “what the fuck happened to staking your claim?” He asks.
Pope lets out an exasperated breath “I’m fucking working on it” he shakes his head looking at his brothers “I’m not good at this” he grumbles.
Deran gives him a sympathetic look “well you better get good because some other guy just realized how good she looks in that bikini” he says nodding towards you.
Pope turns to look sharply. He sees you talking to a random guy. The guy is in your space and you have your arms crossed over your chest and your posture is stiff. Pope takes a longer look at the guy and realizes he looks vaguely familiar. Pope grabs the two beers quickly walking back over to you. He can hear your conversation the closer he gets. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?” He hears you ask shakily
The guy gives you a predatory smile. “Did you really think you would never see me again?” He asks you lowly. “I should fucking kill you for what you had that guy do to me” he snarls.
You back away slightly “I didn’t tell him to do that” you say in a small voice.
He gives a cold laugh “you dumb bitch-“
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her” Pope growls walking up between you. Pope sets the beers down on the lounge chair beside you, sliding in between you and the aggressive stranger.
Now that Pope could clearly see his face he knew exactly who he was. He remembered his fist pounding into his face over and over again 7 years ago.
He laughed coldly “oh this is fucking rich you’re shacking up with the guy you had beat the shit out of me?” He sneered “Always knew you were a whore just like your fucking mother”
Pope moved so fast you barely had time to register what was happening. Pope tackled him to the ground legs straddling his torso as his fist met his face over and over again.
Your ears start to ring. Suddenly you’re back on that road in the rain. Bruises and blood covering your skin. Suddenly you can’t seem to catch your breath, your heart rate becomes uneven. You’re barely aware of Deran and Craig rushing in to pull Pope off of him. Suddenly the edges of your vision blur. The last thing you hear is someone yelling your name though it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. You hit the concrete and everything goes black.
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By the time you wake up you can see morning light coming through your curtains. You’re still in your bikini but wrapped in a blanket. Your head is throbbing and you have to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You open your eyes and you can see Pope sitting in a chair looking out at the window.
He starts at the sound of your voice and rushes to your side. He hands you a glass of water and you take a small sip. His eyes watch your every move ready to jump into action at any second. “Are you ok?” He asks gently.
You nod “I think so, I don’t know what happened.” You tell him. The memories slowly come into focus you remember him showing up here. Pope on top of him. “What happened to him?” You whisper.
A muscle in Popes jaw ticks. “Deran and Craig took care of him after you passed out.” He says.
Your eyes widen “what do you mean ‘took care’ of him?” You ask in a panicked voice.
Pope lays a hand on yours gently. “Calm down” he tells you and you try to take a calming breath “they just took him out of here, they planned to dump him on the other side of the border” he explains.
Your shoulders relax as you try to breathe. “I don’t know what happened” you murmur “it’s like he was there and then I just couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think” you blink back tears “I hate that he still makes me feel this way” you say in a wobbly voice.
Pope sits on the edge of the bed and wraps you in his arms pulling your head against his chest. “Trauma doesn’t have a time line” he says to you “but I promise you I will always protect you, I will never let anything happen to you” his arms tighten around you and he presses his face into the top of your head placing a small kiss there.
You bury your face into his chest and let the tears come. He holds you and doesn’t say a word, he lets you process exactly as you need to. You pull back from him slightly wiping your eyes. Your faces are inches apart, you can feel his breath on your lips. Before thinking better of it you press your lips to his softly.
Pope doesn’t react and you pull away quickly. You can feel the heat colouring your cheeks “oh my god I am so sorry” you cover your face with your hands “I don’t know why I did that”
Pope gently pulls your hands away from your face and reaches out and cups your face softly. “You deserve better than me” he tells you softly.
“What are you talking about?” You whisper.
He looks down at the bruises and cuts on his knuckles. “I’m not good” he says voice breaking. “You deserve someone who is good. Someone who isn’t broken” you look up at him as a tear tracks down his cheek.
It breaks your heart that he doesn’t see his worth. That he doesn’t realize how much love he deserves. “Andrew” you say sternly “you are good. You are the man who saved a random girl in the rain. You have taken care of me for 7 years. You. Are. Good.” You punctuate each word to make sure he hears them.
Pope takes a deep breath and nods silently looking down at his lap. Suddenly he looks over at you and leans in quickly capturing your lips with his own.
You lean into him eagerly kissing him back curling your fingers into his shirt. He winds his fingers through your hair letting out a low groan. The sound sends molten heat straight to your core and you crawl into his lap straddling him.
Popes hands immediately go to your hips running over your curves. He breaks away from the kiss suddenly breathing heavily. Your eyes widen “Did I do something wrong?” You ask breathlessly.
Pope continues to breathe heavily swallowing harshly. “I love you” he says quickly “before this-whatever this is- happens I just need you to know that” he takes a deep steadying breath and says “I am in love with you Scout, I have been for a really long time”
You smile down at him like an idiot. “Andy I have loved you since the moment I met you” you tell him sweetly.
He lets a real smile that reaches his eyes cross his face. “Really?”
“Really.” You say pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
He pulls you back into him kissing you desperately as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft gasp as you melt into the kiss. The blanket that had been wrapped around you falls to the floor and Pope is suddenly very aware that you are wearing nothing but a bikini.
He pulls away from your lips his eyes raking down your body. “Fuck you’re so fucking beautiful” he groans out as he ducks to kiss down your neck and across your collarbone.
You unconsciously start grinding into his lap feeling his hard length against you. The friction against your clit feels so good you press down harder and roll your hips letting out a small moan.
Pope pauses kissing you for a moment looking up at you “can-can I please touch you?” He stammers his breathing erratic.
You let out a breathless laugh “Andrew please fucking touch me” you tell him.
His hand slowly travels around the edge of your bikini before he dips his fingers between your legs rubbing at your sensitive nub. “Fuck” he groans “you’re fucking soaked”
You mewl into his neck as he continues his administrations. You reach down untying the string at both sides of your hips letting your bottoms fall off.
Pope chuckles “someone’s eager”
You giggle back “well it’s only been 7 years”
Pope laughs again kissing you passionately as he slides his fingers through your wet folds teasing your entrance. “Fuck” you gasp “Andy please-“ you gasp.
You let out a surprised noise as he flips you over onto your back. Pope stands over you shrugging out of his shirt. It took everything in you not to start drooling as you take in his abs and pecs and the bulging veins in his arms. Pope drops down to his knees lifting your thighs over his shoulders. “Wait Andy-“ you say attempting to sit up.
He pushes you back down “baby I love you but please shut up I have been waiting 7 years for this I am going to taste you and I am going to take my fucking time” he grits out as he tries to hold himself back.
You nod and that is all of the permission he needs before he dives in and feasts like a man starved. “Oh god” you cry out as he latches onto your clit and sucks.
Pope shoves two fingers inside of you and you moan at the intrusion “there is no god here” he growls out “you say my name when I am inside you, understand?”
You have never seen this version of Pope before and you love it. You can feel your walls beginning to flutter as your climax nears when Pope pulls his fingers away. “I asked you a question, whose name are you going to say when I am inside your pretty pussy?” He asks you roughly.
“Yours!” You cry out “yours Andrew please-please” you stammer. You cry out his name as he slams his fingers back into you and sucks on your clit hard. Your orgasm crashes down onto you intensely. You cry out his name over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure crests over you.
Pope climbs over your body pressing sweet kisses as he settles back over you. “Are you ok?” He asks with a smirk.
You laugh breathlessly “I don’t think I have ever been better”
He lets out a quiet laugh “we’ll see about that, I’m not done with you yet” he stands up undoing his belt and jeans and pushing them down his legs with his boxers. Your eyes widen as his cock springs up bouncing against his stomach.
You immediately sit up reaching up and untying the bikini top and letting it fall off leaving you completely bare. You slide to the end of the bed sitting at eye level with Popes cock, you slowly lick your lips looking up at him through your lashes. “Can I?” You ask.
He lets out a whimper nodding eagerly. You slowly pepper sloppy kisses up and down his length letting your tongue drag root to tip. Popes fists bunch and unbunch at his sides as he tries to maintain control. You suck his tip into your mouth laving at the beaded precum with your tongue and moaning. You continue to suck more and more of him into your mouth as you reach the back of your throat and gag. Popes hand wraps into your hair at the sound.
Pope slowly moves your head up and down his length as tears gather in your eyes from lack of oxygen but if this is how you die you’ll gladly take it. Pope pulls your mouth away from him with a pop. “If you keep going I’m not gonna fucking last baby” he rasps out.
He tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you. He kisses you hard and deep as his tip slowly prods your entrance. He grabs his cock slowly dragging it up and down through folds rubbing at your sensitive clit and you let out a moan “Andy please-“
Pope cuts you off “you don’t have to beg me to fuck you baby I’m going to” and he plunges into you to the hilt.
You let out a startled sound at the burn of the stretch locking your legs around his hips. Pope kisses down your chest, licking and nipping at your breasts. “Are you ok?” He asks gently.
You nod eagerly and he begins to move inside you. Rolling his hips hitting the perfect sweet spot that has you seeing stars. You moan as he pistons into you.
“Fuck baby you feel amazing” he groans out “so fucking tight and perfect” his tempo picks up and you can feel that familiar coil tightening in your stomach.
“Fuck Andy I’m gonna cum” you gasp out. He slams into you harder.
“Cum for me pretty girl, wanna feel it all over my cock” he grinds out. You meet him thrust for thrust as your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name as you ride it out and come back down.
Pope finds his own release quickly and empties himself inside you chanting your name like a prayer. He collapses beside you pulling you to his chest pressing sweet kisses to your face and head.
You both lay there quietly for a while as your breathing slows. You’re the first one to break the silence. “So we could have been doing that for 7 years?” You joke.
Pope lets out a soft chuckle. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time” he says pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He lays there quietly for another moment before sliding from under you and going into the adjoining bathroom. He comes back with a warm wash cloth and begins to gently clean between your legs and your thighs.
You let out a small laugh. He glances up at you “what’s so funny?” He asks brow furrowing.
“How do you think the rest of the world would feel if they knew how soft and sweet you actually are?” You ask him.
He smiles up at you “we will never find out because this is only for you” he presses a kiss to your leg before tossing the rag aside and laying back down beside you.
You smile contentedly snuggling up beside him. You hear the front door close and foot steps stomping through the house and soon enough theres a knock at your bedroom door. “Scout?” Deran calls out opening the door before getting an answer.
Pope flicks a blanket over both of your bodies before Deran is fully through the door. Deran stops dead in his tracks as he takes in the scene in front of him a wide grin comes across his face. “So what have you guys been up to?” He asks.
Craig and Baz come up behind him peeking in “what’s going on?” Baz asks as Craig shoves the door wide open.
You clutch the blanket to your chest “is there no such thing as privacy in this house!” You yell at them.
Baz chuckles “you passed out last night we were concerned” he looks between you and Pope “but apparently you are well taken care of” he waggles his eye brows at the two of you and Craig bursts out laughing.
“Get the fuck out.” Pope growls at them.
Craig laughs more “cmon man we’re just messing-“
“GET.FUCKING.OUT” he yells at them. They all scatter closing the door behind them. Pope flops back against the pillows wiping a hand down his face. “I’m sorry” he mumbles.
You laugh lightly “it’s not your fault they’ve been moment ruiners since I’ve known them” you kiss his cheek softly and slide out of bed. “I’m taking a shower, you joining me?” You smile suggestively at over your shoulder at him.
He gets up following you inside the bathroom. You stand under the spray together just holding each other nothing sexual or big, just intimate. After a while he turns you around and grabs the shampoo lathering it through your hair massaging your scalp, repeating the motion with the conditioner.
When he was done you turned to him “your turn” you tell him a soft small on your face. His cheeks colour and he nods slightly. You take your time running your fingers through his curls.
When you’ve both finished showering he wraps you in a towel and tucks it under your arms. He looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “I love you” he whispers to you.
You step closer to him tilting your chin up towards him “I love you Andrew” he meets your lips kissing you softly and for a quiet all too rare moment everything feels right.
