Hey can you write a fic where andrew protects the reader? Maybe something like that scene with amy where he almost beats her brother.
I was thinking something like maybe andrew and reader...are friends but more...and maybe she s a tentant to one of smurfs proprties and when he comes to collect rent(and take her out to the beach for a coffee like he always does or something) just to find reader arguing with an ex and throwing punches. Maybe reader is sensitive, emotional, sweet(maybe a doctor or something to be a contrast to Andrews rough persona)
a/n: EEEEEEE thank you anon! love you anon! (made the reader a struggling actress/waitress…oops)
CONTENTS: pope cody x f! tenant! reader, angst, fighting, r! reader! deals with her ex, smut, unprotected p in v, major smurf mention, inexperienced pope, sub! pope, he just doesn’t know what to do but he wants to make you feel good!
now playing: angel by massive attack
You had moved to Oceanside to start over, especially after your acting career fell through. The countless auditions that would be turned down, it was discouraging, so instead you seeked comfort in the waves that would comb across the shores.
You had picked up a waitressing job before moving from Los Angeles, the money was…well decent enough for the area. You would struggle from paycheck to paycheck, but shit, you needed an escape.
You had researched countless apartments and rooms online, struggling to find a place within your budget. It wasn’t until you found the Cody’s properties that you found the perfect fit. Sure, they were small and rundown, but it was the only thing that met your needs for the right price.
The movers were unloading the boxes from the moving truck when Smurf approached you. She stuck out her hand as she greeted you. “Janine Cody.”
“Pleasure to finally meet you,” you said as you glanced back at the door to your room. “Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me rent this place. It’s hard to find decent places in the area for this cheap.”
“Anytime, sweetie,” She smiled. “My son will stop by on the first of the month to collect your rent.”
“Got it,” you sighed, thinking back to your hectic schedule for this next month at the restaurant. “I’ll make sure to be here.”
“Pope,” Smurf said that night. “I want you to take the property next to Deran’s bar, collect the rent every month, and do the maintenance.”
“You know that’s the one property I didn’t want, Smurf.” Pope growled.
“Who knows,” Pope grinned. “There may be an incentive for you.”
Pope greeted you that next month, sighing as his knuckles knocked the door.
“Hey, rent is due,” He huffed. “Open up.”
“Sorry,” you said as you opened the door. “I was just grabbing the cash.”
You offered him a thick envelope full of cash, he absently took it as he stared at you. Your large eyes meeting his stare, your messy hair resting around your exposed collarbones.
“I’m pretty sure it’s all there,” you piped up. “If not, just let me know. I’ll give you some of my extra tip money or something.”
He kept staring at you, heat creeping into your cheeks.
“I-I- mean I’ll figure it out,” You grew awkward underneath his intense gaze.
“S-Sorry, I’m Pope,” He said as he went to shake your hand, you grasped his hand. “You can call me Andrew.”
“Nice name, Andrew,” You smiled. “Same time next month?”
“Sure,” You closed the door and he smiled to himself.
The next month, he would stop by his favorite cafe next to your apartment.
“Anything else?” The barista asked.
Shit, he didn’t know your coffee order.
“U-Um,” He stuttered. “Maybe your best pastry?”
He knocked on your door again, nervous to speak to such a pretty face like yours.
“Oh, back so soon?” You chuckled as you handed him the envelope.
“Yeah, um,” he rasped. “I brought you this.”
He handed you the box that housed the pastry he bought for you. You gasped like it was the best thing you ever received.
“Thank you!” You exclaimed. “This truly made my day, I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“You should probably eat,” Pope said as he tugged his coffee to his lips. “I-I- mean I didn’t know your coffee order so I thought I’d play it safe.”
“Well, for next time,” You smirked. “I like matcha with oat milk.”
Of course, he would’ve never guessed that.
However, the next month he would greet you with a venti matcha with oat milk and take you for a walk along the beach. He would invite you to the Cody gatherings, whether it was parties or even as intimate as sharing the sacred pie after a good job. He liked you a lot.
It wasn’t until he went to knock at your door that he heard screaming from beyond the threshold.
“You’re the fucking problem!” You’d yell.
“No, you’re the fucking crazy bitch ruining my life!” A man’s voice would say.
“Oh yeah?” you shouted. “Like you didn’t cheat on me with your fucking ‘girl best friend’?”
“It was just one time!” The man would scream. “One time! You get that? One time!”
Pope would unlock the door then with his spare key, tackling the random guy that was in front of you. He would tug his wrists into his lower back.
“What’s your problem, huh?” Pope grunted. “If you have a problem with her, then you have a problem with me.”
“You’re kidding me, man,” the guy chuckled. “She’s my girl, got it?”
Pope would thrust punches then, blackening the flesh of the stranger below him. Continuously pounding his fist into his face.
“Andrew,” You heaved, mindlessly tugging at his fighting limbs. “Stop! He didn’t mean anything by it!”
“He did,” Pope said as he placed one lasting punch to his face, totally silencing the man below him. “Need to take care of you.”
You finally managed to tug Pope off of your ex, pulling him to his feet. The man you once knew heaved on the floor, spitting out blood onto the floorboards.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Pope shouted.
The man raised his hands in innocence as he exited your apartment. Pope sighed as he grasped your ribcage.
“Y-yeah,” you gasped against his chest. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, I don’t mean to cause any distress to your tenants.”
“Don’t worry about it,” He said as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Not a problem.”
“Let me take care of these,” You said as you admired the split knuckles of what could possibly be your own guard dog.
You drew him to the bathroom by his wrist, taking your hands and placing him on the top of the toilet lid. You took out the bottle of antiseptic and the roll of gauze. You brushed the liquid onto a cotton ball, swabbing it across his knuckles. The liquid bubbled against the gashes that kissed his hand, you unrolled the gauze meticulously.
“M’sorry,” He whispered. “Didn’t mean to cause a scene in front of you.”
“It’s okay,” You smirked. “You were just protecting me, I appreciate you.”
“Yeah,” You answered. “It means a lot, he’s been bothering me for forever. He doesn’t know how to treat a woman. Shit, I don’t even know how I’m supposed to be treated.”
“That sucks,” Pope’s voice said roughly. “You deserve better, y’know? I wouldn’t even know how to treat a woman like you.”
“That great, huh?” You smirked as you wrapped the roll of cloth around his knuckles. “I’m not, y’know?”
“Doubt it,” Pope said as he admired his freshly placed bandage. “You’re really nice.”
“Oh, yeah?” Your expression quirked. “I’m not that special.”
“But you are!” Pope was quick to exclaim. “I mean, h-he didn’t know what he had.”
“Andrew?” You questioned.
You’d tug his lips into yours, him sighing into your hot breath. Pope never really experienced this before, true lust and temptation, true love. His cock grew rigid beneath the fabric of his jeans as he sat next to you.
You opened your mouth, pulling his tongue into your mouth, nipping his bottom lip occasionally. He fumbled with his hands, tugging your hips and up your shirt, unsure of what to do. You pulled away then.
“Take it easy, Andy-” You moaned as his lips once again met yours. “Take it easy.”
“Yeah, okay,” He rasped. “Never felt this way about anyone before.”
“That’s okay,” You whispered, your mouth hovering over his. “Just take it slow.”
He whimpered as his tongue swept into your mouth. Your hand was on his jaw, drawing him into your sweet lips. The muscles in his jaw would tense as he kissed you, his hands hovering around your body, uncertain of where to place them.
“Here,” You’d say as you grasped his wrists, lacing his palms around your ribcage.
You wrapped your fingers around the hem of his t-shirt, yanking the fabric off of him. His exposed torso being free to explore, you drug your nails across his chest and strong abdomen. He gasped underneath your touch, feeling every part of your fingers scratching around his muscles.
He reacted in pure lust then, wrapping his hands under your arms, pulling you onto his hips. You clothed crotch rubbing and grinding into his. He ripped your oversized shirt over your shoulders and arms, most likely your ex’s.
Your thin little shorts were blocking your pussy from meeting his hard member. He fidgeted with the hem as he whimpered.
You stood between his hips then, wrenching your shorts off of your thighs, the fabric of his jeans clawing through your folds.
You’d tug down his zipper, shrugging him out of his boxers and jeans to where they’d pool around his knees. His cock pressurized against your swollen clit, rubbing against your entrance, desperate to enter you.
“Let me ride you,” You said, completely preoccupied by his length rubbing against you.
You took your hand and stroked him a couple times before his length dove into you, pulsating in all the right places as you dragged slow and hard movements over him. He hadn’t felt this way in so long. Someone he actually lusted for was hugging his member, what more is there to have?
He would drag himself in and out of your tight hole, your walls surrounding his inches tightly. He pumped into you, wanting to feel your insides tighten against him.
Even though he was inexperienced, he believed he could make you forget about your ex. He would do anything to take care of you, buy you anything you wanted, and totally worship you. Right now, hugging his dick, you believed he would. He would do anything for you.
When your clit would meet his hairy hilt, he would groan against your neck as he’d press sweet kisses against your flesh (because that’s all he knew). He would pulse his hips into yours until you were convulsing against him.
It wasn’t the best sex of your life, but it was sweet, and that turned you on even more.
He would press his load into your bare pussy, his chest rasping against yours, brushing your nipples oh so right.
“Was that okay?” Andrew asked.
“More than okay,” You gasped against his chest. “More than okay, Andy.”
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