This is all for you, Andrew “Pope” Cody
» nsfw, mdni, afab!reader, teasing/jealousy, unprotected piv, creampie. 1.5ish k words
at the Cody’s house one of Craig’s parties is minutes away from starting when Pope walks out the kitchen, stopping abruptly in front of you, sprawled out on a sun-bed by the pool. his sharp gaze scans your figure up and down.
“the hell are you wearing?” a judgmental tone takes you by surprise. you frown: “what, you don’t like it?”
if you had to be a hundred percent honest, the bikini you were wearing left way too little to the imagination. however, feeling particularly bold and hopeful, you thought this could be a chance to show a certain Cody exactly what he was missing out on.
the object of your attention shakes his head: “go change”
his tone is stricter than you imagined and the moment he snapped, you’re left disappointed. maybe Pope Cody simply wasn’t interested in you like that.
snorting, you give a small sway your hips walking past him just to spite. after a mere couple minutes, you come back out wearing shorts, with a top that still barely covers your nipples. “better?” you tease, giving him a half twirl.
Andrew sighs, yet his sight remains fixated on your curves: “i thought i told you to change.”
there’s a peculiar expression you’ve never read in his face before and that’s when you realise what he means. you drag him inside then, a hand gripping at his wrist firmly.
you lock the door of a random bedroom behind you, leaving a confused Pope standing with his back to it. “what are you doing?” by his tone alone, you know he can tell you’re up to something.
with arms crossed over your chest, you demand: “tell me why you want me to change.” Andrew’s mouth opens for a second before closing again. his neck twitches.
“it’s gonna be full of men high off their heads. you’re as good as naked and it’s dangerous” you grin at the slight cracking of his voice. “that’s it?”
he nods at the exact same time you mouth liar.
your fingers find the button of your shorts and toy with it for a moment before undoing it and letting them fall down your legs. you raise an eyebrow at the speed with which Pope’s gaze lowers.
stepping out of them, you get impossibly closer to his rigid figure then suddenly turn around.
you gently run your nails down his forearm, intertwining your hand in his and guiding his callous fingers to pull on the strings resting on your shoulders. “pull on ‘em”, you demand.
unable to see his face, with your back turned to him, you hear the quiver in his voice. “w-what?”
with unsteady hands, Pope obliges and watches as the piece of fabric falls on the ground, leaving your chest exposed.
slowly, you turn around and notice how his eyes are still fixated on the hardwood.
“you’re jealous of other people seeing this—seeing me.” it’s a statement rather than a question.
breathing out, you re-direct his jittery hands towards your hips, to pull on the last two strings.
“are you sure?” his rough fingers twitch against your warm skin.
just like that, the bottom half joins the rest of your bikini on the floor, leaving you completely bare to face him. waiting.
“look at me” it’s an exasperated order followed by your fingers grasping harshly at his jaw, forcing him to look up at you.
“no one out there will have seen what you have now”
Pope’s hands are now closed fists resting at his sides while his eyes flickered, struggling to settle as he takes in the sight of you.
it’s uncanny. somehow, he remains too guarded for you to read. “this enough?”
his head shakes vigorously on its own accord.
“what do you want, Andrew?”
you. soft as a sigh, it reeks of desperation.
Pope doesn’t beg, he’s a criminal for fuck’s sake—yet, standing before you, the object of his desire, he’s compelled.
defenceless, you shrug. i’m here, this is all for you, has always been.
“take me” this time, it’s an offer he can either take upon or refuse. you’ve laid yourself out for him, now the choice is his to make.
and choose Pope does, lunging forward to tower over your bare figure. the gap is quickly closed by his lips smashing into yours with a vengeance; a frantic collision.
Andrew’s rough palms hold your cheeks in place, as if you could slip away from his grip any second.
the kiss you share is anything but kind—it’s hunger disguised as passion. you could break his skin and feed off his blood.
carefully, Andrew leads you to sink backwards onto the mattress. you pop up on your elbows to watch as he makes a quick work out of his pants. your mouth salivates at the visible size difference from this position. he’s so broad, looking at you with a dead stare; yet unapologetically devoted to you.
somehow, he manages to take you by surprise, burying himself to the tilt in one swift motion. damn his insanely defined muscles for distracting you that much. a high pitched whine bubbles up from your dried up throat, muffled by the loud music playing in the distant background.
Andrew’s face is hidden in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder blaze. massaging his scalp with your fingertips, you give an experimental roll of your hips after you’ve caught a breath.
Pope’s whole body shudders while he does his best to stifle a whimper: “s-shit…wait—I need…”
his cock twitches within the confines of your fluttering walls and your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the feeling, nearly tasting copper. “it’s okay Andrew, you can use me”
his hips stutter at your words, as Pope moves his head to look down at you in disbelief.
still, it’s all it takes for him to straighten his back and start drilling into you ruthlessly. his head’s now thrown back, eyelids pinched shut to avoid looking at the way your back arches perfectly; allowing him to angle his dick so deep inside that it makes your vision whitens for a second and his balls draw up.
your gaze fixated on the bulge stretching the skin of your stomach before quickly disappearing once, twice, then three time—so you bring your nails to trace over it, “see Andrew? it’s all you”
Pope’s gaze is fast to follow your movements and his breath hitches when he notices the bulge in your belly.
“only you get to have me like this” you pant out.
despite the obscene slapping of his heavy balls against your ass, Andrew looks at you with uncertainty.
“no one else?” he wonders, shaky and hesitant.
a tear gathers at the corner of your eye, from the overstimulation of his pelting grinding against your sensitive clit and the weird tenderness of the moment.
struggling a bit to support your upper half mid-air, your palm reaches the back of his neck to pull him down to bully your tongue inside his hot mouth. “never” you whisper soon after, canines nibbling at his lobe.
despite his short nails, you feel your delicate skin break beneath the pressure he’s applying on your thighs to keep them spread open. the throbbing head of his cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust.
you’re already awfully close when a big, rough hand closes around your breast and teeth pinch at your stiff nipple.
“Andrew—‘m gonna-“ a gasp escapes your lips as soon as his free hand reaches between your bodies and fingertips start drawing meticulous circles on your clit.
moaning aloud, your legs lock him in place as your walls clench tightly around him.
your orgasm washes over you with an unexpected intensity that leaves you trembling in Pope’s thick arms. before you can start coming down from your own high, despite an acute ringing, you hear a choked grunt and a sudden warmth spreading within you. you decipher it as hot, thick spurts of cum coating your insides.
your head’s so hazy you barely register a sob and the wetness of tears falling on your moist skin.
“oh Andrew…” your fingers brush through his messed up curls softly while your lips brush past his hairline, planting there a kiss: “it’s okay.”
you coddle Pope until he’s ready to move, and by the time you two look presentable again, the party outside had already started and daylight was fading.
leading him back outside by the poolside, hand in hand, you can hear Craig’s not-so subtle jokes about the marks covering your tits and the scratches adorning Pope’s back.
is this anything? i started it a month ago but then lost motivation altogether so i used it to step out of writer’s block but cant tell if i ruined it >:(
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