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• tethered* - toxic!pope x ex-girlfriend!reader
• lifesaver* - lena's dad!pope x paramedic!reader
• eclipse* - delusional!pope x nurse!reader (afab gn!reader)
✾ ready or not 2 ✾
• his lovely obsession - grumpy!titus x sunshine!reader
• goner* - sugar daddy!titus x sugar baby!reader
• in sickness and in health - fwb!titus x sick!reader
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• kindred spirits - serial killer!jack x stalker!reader
• the slower war - first love!jack x psychiatrist!reader (ongoing series on hiatus, AO3 exclusive)
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• need someone older* - papa!jack x ex-fwb!reader
✽ southland ✽
• sweethearts* - childhood friend!sammy x first love!reader
• carpool* - unhappily married!sammy x homewrecker!reader
✼ alternate universe ✼
a/n: all the men you love, with a twist! ~
• captivated* - alpha!pope x omega!reader
• favorites* - professor!jack x college student!reader
• artificial lover* - android!jack x scavenger!reader
• sharp objects* - tattoo artist!pope x piercer!reader
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• mr. and mrs. abbot* - assassin!pope x assassin!reader
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• capture the bride* - husband!jack, brother-in laws!pope & titus x wife!reader
• there's something wrong with jack abbot* + there's something wrong with andrew cody* + there's something wrong with you (coming soon!) - estranged husband!jack x wife!reader x identity thief!pope
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• blooming days - fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
✧ fauxcest ✧
a/n: yes, i did indeed need to make this its own category...
• affixation* - uncle!titus x niece!reader x uncle!pope
• antisocial* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
• rose colored lens* - stepbrother!pope x stepsister!reader
• good girl* - uncle!jack x niece!reader
• belonging* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• polarization* + turbulence* - older brother!pope x little sister!reader x stepfather!charlie
• chokehold* + deadlock* - stepfather!jack, godfather!pope, uncles!titus & charlie x oblivious!reader
• soft reset* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• amateur hour* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
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warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, near-death experience (for lena), domestic!pope, he (eventually) calls you “love”, daddy kink (finally!), age gap, baz and cath don't exist (lol), shy!reader, forced proximity, eager!pope, loss of virginity, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, forced orgasms, squirting, fingerfucking, body worship, size difference, possessive behavior, lowkey this is kind of cutesy if you ignore pope being pope
summary: when pope takes lena out to eat and she starts choking on her food, you, an off the clock paramedic, come to her rescue.
and now, pope wants you to be her mother…
a/n: im officially cpr certified so ofc that means I have to put my skills to the test by writing them out and what better way to do that then to help out girl dad!pope and make him obsessed with you hehe ~
hope it's a sick read ♡
There's always this really cute dad with his kid at the mom and pop restaurant you like to go to after your shift is done. Seeing them after a long day brings a smile to your face whenever they happen to dine at the same time you do.
Though, maybe you shouldn't be staring at them as much as you do…
Your job as a paramedic doesn't really allow for much wiggle room when it comes to having a family. Not that your mind should be drifting to having a family when you look at them…or how nice it would be to join their little family.
Another long day means you aren't all that good at preventing yourself from imagining scenarios you shouldn't indulge in. You decide then not to get your usual drink and opt for some water. Better to stay sober, so your mind doesn't wander any more than it already has.
And you're thankful you chose not to drink.
Because that little girl is choking right now and her dad has such a panicked look on his face, watching her cough furiously, her face going pale with fear.
You quickly run up to them and ask the girl, “are you okay, sweetie?”
She shakes her head, still coughing.
“What's her name?” You ask her dad.
“Lena.” Pope looks at you, seeing that you're still wearing your paramedic uniform. “Can you help her?”
“Yes, of course.” You give him a firm nod, acknowledging his consent, before turning back to Lena. “Hey there, Lena. I'm going to need you to keep coughing, okay sweetie?”
She tries her best to keep coughing but it's getting harder and harder so you have Pope move out of the way so you can pull her to her feet, kneeling behind her.
You have her bend forward just a tad with you supporting her and start applying back blows. After five of those, you switch to abdominal thrusts. You repeat the sequence in hopes of dislodging the food from her throat.
But she passes out instead and thankfully you have her braced against your arm so you can break her fall.
Pope is in a full state of panic right now, seeing Lena laying unconscious on the floor. He knew he shouldn't have let her order that dish with those big chunks of peppers. He's hovering you now as you start compressions, sick to his stomach, anxiety overwhelming him.
“What's your name?” You ask him after you give her two breaths using the spare face shield you always keep in your pocket and start the next set of compressions.
“Andrew.” He's unsure why you ask.
Until you tell him, “Andrew, I'm going to need you to call 9-1-1. You need to tell them where we are and that we have an unresponsive child. Is there an AED on site?”
Thankfully, the owners of the restaurant do have an AED so you quickly turn it on and lift up Lena's shirt so you can apply the pediatric pads in the correct places.
The machine prompts everyone to stay clear of the body while it monitors whether or not she needs a shock.
She doesn't need it, so the machine prompts you to continue compressions while it monitors for any irregular heart rhythms that may require a shock.
You do your CPR cycles until you see a piece of food in her mouth when you go to give her breaths. You pull it out before applying the next set of breaths.
Lena gasps for air then and relief washes over you. She starts coughing so you help soothe her by saying, “you're going to be okay, sweetie. Just keep breathing. Help is on the way.”
You hand her off to the paramedics when they get there, who you know from work so you can guarantee to Pope that she's in good hands.
“Thank you.” He tells you before he is swept away into the ambulance, unsure how he's going to ever repay you for saving Lena's life.
It starts by making sure that your tab is always paid for at that restaurant. You tell the owners not to let Pope keep paying for your meals but they brush you off, saying you should enjoy having someone take care of a bill for you every now and then.
You do enjoy it, but you feel guilty because you were just doing your job. You may have been off duty but you would've helped regardless.
So the next time you see Pope and Lena, you go up to them to say something but then Lena immediately rushes to give you the biggest hug. The kind of hug that warms your heart instantly.
“Thank you for saving my life.” She says so sweetly to you that you almost cry from how precious she is.
“Aw sweetie.” You pat the top of her head gently. “I'm happy I could help.”
“Do you want to join us?” Pope invites you to eat with them. “I'm paying for your meal anyways. Might as well eat with us too.”
“Please?” Lena looks up at you, wanting you to share a meal with her and her dad.
“Okay, sure.” You cave, letting her take your hand and pull you into the booth with her.
You sort of wish you had said no because now you're face to face with Pope and you've never been this close to him before. Minus when he was panicking over Lena's body but that doesn't really count.
You're horribly shy, not knowing if you should say anything but then Lena prompts, “what do you normally order, pretty paramedic lady?”
You giggle at her nickname for you then tell her your actual name. “In case you wanted to know.”
“My dad and I have been calling you the pretty paramedic lady since we didn't know your name. We were hoping you'd be here today.” Lena explains and her words have Pope's ears going red.
Because she's revealing that the two of them have talked about you a lot. And that he thinks you're very pretty…
Something you find quite endearing, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering about in response. “Is that so? Well, here I am. So glad you seem to be doing better, Lena.”
“Yep!” She exclaims in that carefree way only children can. “And now I know I'm never ordering anything with peppers in it again. Yuck!”
You smile at her, loving how cute she is. Pope smiles at you, loving how cute you are.
He really loves you.
You'd be a perfect mom to Lena.
Lena is usually not this talkative but she likes you a lot so now she's telling you all about her school and what she likes to do for fun. You listen intently, remaining engaged, asking her questions that she's happy to answer.
Pope wishes he could just take you home with them. He would love to see Lena this happy all the time.
Maybe that's why after the meal, he invites you to come over for some dessert. You should decline but then Lena practically begs you to and how are you supposed to say no to such a cute kid?
So, that's how you end up in Pope's beachside house. You help tuck Lena into bed and then Pope asks you if you'd like a drink.
“I should get back to my car.” You left it at the parking lot of the restaurant since Pope told you he'd drive you back to get it.
As much as he wants you to stay, he decides it would be better not to ruin his chances with you by being himself right out of the gate. He has to suppress his desire to be possessive of you, to demand you stay with him.
But it leaks out when you tell him good night and he leans in to kiss you. Because he just had to know what your lips felt like.
And what kind of adorable face you'd make when he did kiss you.
You're so flustered by the sudden kiss. You've only been kissed a few times in your life but none of them were as out of the blue as this.
So when Pope cups your face with his hand and leans in to kiss you again, you're surprised how easily you kiss him back.
“Can I see you again soon?” His words are warm against your lips.
“Okay.” You say back super shyly with a nod.
So cute. Pope loves everything about you.
You both exchange numbers before you head out of his truck, your face so hot to the touch from the memory of his lips on yours.
You'll be thinking about him kissing you for a while.
Like how Pope thinks about kissing you while he has his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to the thought of you moaning against his lips while he fucks you.
He has to know what you sound like in bed.
He just has to.
And his patience is getting thoroughly tested because you're always too busy to stay the night.
You work a lot. More than a pretty girl like you should. Pope could take care of you. He has plenty of money from doing jobs to help you with any bills you have.
It makes you nervous that it's obvious your new boyfriend wants you to spend more time with him but you can't find the courage to tell Pope that you're inexperienced and scared that you'll end up ruining everything when you don't know what you're doing.
You can barely kiss him without feeling embarrassed by how much you like it…
“Don't go.” Pope tells you while he has his lips on your neck, kissing a trail up to your cheek, making your skin hotter than it should be.
It doesn't help that you're sitting on his lap on his living room couch. He's been pulling you onto his lap recently, since you got a little too flustered the last time he got on top of you while the two of you were making out. You seem less apprehensive about being on his lap.
Though, the feeling of how hard he is rubbing up against you is causing the butterflies in your stomach to dance around like crazy…
“I have to work tomorrow.” You have the night shift but still, you like to get enough sleep and decompress before the shift starts.
“Sleep here tonight." Pope wants to spend more than just these little moments with you after Lena goes to sleep. “Please.”
“Andrew…” You want to so badly but…
Pope pulls you in for another kiss that has you melting into his grasp. He will convince you to stay tonight. You have to.
He wants to touch you, more than just like this, with his hands roaming over your clothes. He needs to touch your bare skin against his. He just needs—
“Dad?” Lena's voice has you scrambling off of Pope's lap. You sit down beside him, covering your mouth, hoping his kid didn't just catch you on top of her dad.
Pope clears his throat, wiping his mouth of the lip balm you wear that he likes the flavor of, before asking, “everything alright, Lena?”
“My lamp won't turn on.” She makes it known just how dark it is in here.
That's strange.
It looks like the power went out, not just here but the whole strip of the beach. Neither of you had noticed since you and Pope have been kissing in the dark. Which is nothing new, since the two of you have been trying not to get caught by Lena so the darkness aids with that.
“Shit.” Pope curses under his breath because he knows Lena doesn't sleep well without her favorite lamp on.
You know about the lamp. She loves that lamp because the colored tiles of the lampshade light her room up with pinks and reds alongside the usual warm ambient light. It's hard for her to sleep without it. The variety of color comforts her.
So, you know you're going to regret this but…
“Why don't you two come over to my place?” You offer, talking softly to Lena. “I doubt I'm out of power. We can bring your lamp. I've got a spare room you can sleep in and your daddy can take you to school from there tomorrow."
Pope is surprised that you would do that for them. But he shouldn't be surprised. You seem very open to anything if it helps Lena.
As if he couldn't love you more, you give him reasons to want you desperately.
So, the first time you have Pope and Lena over to your place is also the first time you'll be spending the night with Pope.
You have a rather modest apartment. Central Oceanside, easy access to work. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a cozy set up. A little messy but Pope can take care of that in the morning for you.
Lena is fast asleep the moment you plug in her lamp beside the guest bed and shut the door. Which leaves you alone with Pope.
And the awkward situation of whether or not you're going to let him sleep in your bed.
Thank goodness you washed your sheets yesterday…and that your apartment isn't a total mess. Pope keeps his place spotless so you feel a little embarrassed seeing your work clothes sprawling about.
“I like your apartment.” His words ease you a bit.
“You must be tired.” It's late…
Pope walks up to you, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you towards him. He adores that bashful expression you make when your body presses against his.
His voice lowers as he whispers, “I'm not tired. There's something else I want to do before bed.”
You bite at your lip, feeling so flustered by the implication of his words.
“Andrew, I…” You have to let him know about your inexperience. He deserves to know, to gauge for himself if he wants you despite it.
Pope doesn't like the nervous look in your eyes. Do you not want to sleep with him?
It would break his heart if you didn't but that doesn't seem to be the case. You're still clinging to him, your body shaking from your nerves.
It all makes sense when you tell him, “I-I've never done this before.”
He blinks at you, confused. Because is that the truth?
You are younger than him but he can't believe no one has ever touched you before.
Is he really your first?
He'll have to be your last, then.
That much he'll make sure of now.
By making you incredibly comfortable with him. “Then we'll take it slow. But don't push me away, please.”
“You would do that for me?” You don't want to be a burden. “I'm sorry, it might take me a while to—”
Pope quiets your anxious thoughts with his lips on yours, kissing you with so much affection before whispering, “I'd wait as long as you need me to.”
He hopes it isn't too long but he will wait.
But only if he gets to make progress in the meantime. No more stalling. He wants to push forward.
And you let him, “then I'd like to sleep next to you tonight.”
“Is that all you'd like?” His hands slide down to grip your hips. “Can I touch you a little more?”
“Oh god…” Your face heats up immediately and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. “W-What about Lena? She's right next door.”
“You don't think you can keep quiet?” Pope teases you a little and he holds back a chuckle at how shocked you look from his words.
“I-I've never—” Your words catch in your throat when Pope leans forward and kisses you on the temple.
“I'm fucking with you.” He definitely can't do anything with you tonight. You need some time to adjust to the idea first. “Let's just sleep tonight. Can I at least hold you?”
You nod. You wouldn't mind cuddling with Pope. It makes you nervous but you'd like that a lot. You've hugged him plenty of times and snuggled with him on the couch with his arm around your shoulder.
It's just like that but laying down in bed, right?
It's nothing like that.
It has your heart wanting to burst out of your chest when you lay down and Pope pulls you against his chest, spooning you, his large arms wrapped so gently around your body, tucking you into him. You feel his warm breath tickling your ear and you bite your lip, trying not to react to how tingly it feels.
“Is this too much?” He asks, already going crazy because your sheets smell like you.
He wants to sleep here permanently…
“It's okay.” You try to calm yourself down but it doesn't help that you can feel how big he is compared to you.
It reminds you of all the times the two of you would kiss and then Pope would find his way on top of you, pinning you down with his firm body, making you imagine things you've been scared to indulge in.
Only this time, he's behind you, holding you tightly against him as his hands glide along the fabric of your sleepwear.
“I won't touch you directly.” He says right into your ear. “But can I do this?”
His hands slide up to your breasts, cupping them. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing the noise your body wants to make when his thumbs roll over your nipples from over your shirt.
Your head is swimming now…growing dizzier from his touch.
“Andrew, wait.” You stop him, grabbing a hold of his wrist. He stops, even though he really doesn't want to…
“Sorry.” Pope knows he got greedy.
“It's okay.” You reassure him that you don't mind. “But…I'm nervous.”
“About?” That intrigues him.
“What if it…feels too good and I…” You bury your face in your hands, wanting to scream. “Never mind, never mind, just ignore me—”
You yelp a little when you feel his hard cock pressing up against your back, becoming much more aware of his sheer size compared to when you were on his lap.
Oh, he's…really big.
How is that supposed to fit inside of you?
Now you're nervous about something else entirely…like why your mind went straight to the thought of Pope burying his huge cock inside of you…
“You should ignore me.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel any type of way about how aroused he is by your words. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Your breath hitches when his hand slips under your shirt, cupping your bare breast this time. You don't normally wear a bra to sleep. Maybe you should've.
But then you wouldn't get to feel his calloused fingers playing with your nipples.
“Oh my god…” You're squirming a little at the way he's rolling your hard nipple between his fingers.
“Good or bad?” His voice is so low and intoxicating in your ear.
“Good.” You stuff your face into your pillow then, letting out a tiny little scream that has Pope chuckling into your shoulder.
“I can make you feel really good.” Pope's other hand slips past the waistband of your pants, his fingers grazing the top of your underwear. “If you let me.”
You chew on your lip. You should say no. You should go to sleep…
But you cave and tell him, “be gentle.”
And now Pope wants to eat you up.
He can't right now. It's obvious you're shy about letting him see your body, so he'll make do with touching you under your clothes.
“Fuck.” He lets out that single word when his hand slips into your underwear and he feels how slick you are on his fingers.
“I-I'm sorry.” You say in a light panic. “I-I don't usually get this wet—”
“Please stop talking.” He can barely hold himself back as is.
If you keep telling him things like that, Pope won't be able to stop himself from pinning you down and just fucking you until you're dripping with his cum.
“I'm sorry.” You let out meekly, worried you've upset him.
“No, I'm sorry.” He dips his fingers into your slick, groaning at how easily you coat his fingertips. “I feel like I could cum just from how wet you are for me.”
“W-What?” You were not expecting him to say that.
“You have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you.” He's not hiding it anymore, his fingers making their way up to your clit. He starts playing with it as he tells you, “I've needed this, needed you.”
Pope slides his other hand away from your breasts so he can wrap it around his cock, jerking himself off to him touching your clit. And to the little whimpers you're making from how good it feels to be touched by him and knowing how much he wants you.
“Andrew, wait.” You grab at his arm because you're getting too close. “I'm going to cum if you don't stop…”
He growls into your shoulder blade, stilling his movements entirely. “Are you seriously going to make me stop when I'm so close?”
You swallow at that. Is he really going to cum just from touching you?
Does he like you that much?
He must because he's never had so much willpower in his life.
Pope can't ruin this, even if his whole body is tight with tension from stopping himself from bullying your clit until you're crying for him to stop.
“J-Just give me a minute.” You then take a moment to breathe in deep, trying to mentally prepare yourself.
It is a vulnerable thing to cum in front of someone. You've never done it before. Pope has but not really out of desire like this, though.
You find the courage to ask him, “can we kiss while we cum together?”
It's like you've awakened something inside of him because Pope is practically dry heaving against you.
“You're too fucking cute.” He huffs into the nape of your neck. “I don't know how to be normal about you.”
You think that's a good thing. It has to be, since he immediately sits up and lugs your body towards him until you're straddling his lap.
“You don't have to look.” Pope pulls his cock out so he can stroke it easier. “But if you could help me out.”
He puts his hand in front of you and you stare at his palm, wondering what he wants.
“Lick my hand for me.” He instructs, since it seems you need to be led.
Oh. You feel hot all over now…
You swallow your nerves and lean forward, dragging your tongue along his hand until it's nice and wet. Then, when he wraps it around his cock and starts stroking it, the erotic sounds have your heart racing.
He groans with such need as he asks, “can I touch your pussy again?”
You nod and he slips his other hand into your pants, sliding back to grab some of your slick before dragging his fingertips to your clit again. You brace yourself with your hands on his shoulder then bury your face into his neck, moaning against his skin, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably.
“Fuck.” He grunts when he feels how swollen your clit has gotten for him. “I want to taste you so bad.”
You definitely are not ready for that but the thought that he wants to has more slick building up between your legs.
“Does it feel good?” He asks you, nudging you so you lift your face to look at him. “Tell me what you like. Just nod when it feels right.”
Pope follows your cue, rubbing your clit perfectly at the same pace as him stroking his cock and you find yourself leaning in to kiss him, burying your hands in his hair, gasping against his lips when it starts to feel more incredible than before.
“Are you going to cum for me?” He asks against your lips, not letting you answer because he keeps kissing you, stealing your breath away.
But when you're right at the edge, you repeat the word “yes” between every kiss until you finally cum, your whole body shaking in response. And it only shakes more when Pope immediately dips his finger inside of you, filling you up.
“Andrew—!” You gasp out his name when he curls his finger, looking for where to touch you to make you do that again. He wants to hear you say his name when you cum again.
“One more time.” He urges you, groaning against your lips as he grips his cock tighter. “Cum for me again.”
You do, the orgasm washing over you, your pussy clenching around his finger the way he wishes it was around his cock. He cums hard, coating his hand in his release.
Every heavy breath he makes, you can taste it. You wonder what his cum tastes like.
What has Pope done to you? Your desires for him are growing by the minute…
“Let me wash my hands.” He goes to move you off his lap but you won't budge.
“Can I…” You look down for the first time, at his hand wrapped around his softening cock. It's still huge, despite having just came. “I—sorry, I don't know—”
Pope lifts his hand up towards you, showing you how the back of it is coated in his release. “Do you want to try it?”
You nod shyly before leaning forward so you can taste him. Pope can feel his cock twitching back to life already at the sight of you lapping up his cum.
Now he has to taste you.
“Can I make you cum again?” He asks you when you're done cleaning his hand.
“W-Why?” You came twice already. That seems like plenty…
“I didn't get a chance to taste you yet.”
“Oh…” You're even more shy now, your words coming out in little nervous mumbles, “I-I just don't know if I-I'm clean enough, I wouldn't want you to—”
“I'll just use my fingers again.” He tries to ease your nerves. “I won't go down on you tonight. But I want to. I really want to.”
You like how vocal Pope is about what he likes. It quells the anxiety you feel at times about your relationship with him. You know he likes you but you had worried for a bit that you might have liked him a little more than he liked you.
You're learning right now that is not the case.
Pope likes you so much that the moment he makes you cum again from burying two fingers deep inside of you, he can't stop himself from wanting to do it again.
“Andrew, please.” Your lower body is tingling too much from the way his fingers are curling inside of you. “I'm going to cum again if you keep—”
“I need you to squirt for me and then I'll stop.” He can tell you've been holding back.
“What? I-I've never—” You wriggle when he adds another finger, stretching you out even more than he did before. “Oh god, I can't—”
He can feel you tensing up so he starts thrusting his fingers rougher until you're unable to contain yourself anymore, the tension bursting completely. Pope smiles when he feels how much you've soaked his hand and likes how you're hiding your face in your hands, so embarrassed that you squirted for the first time.
That's why he has to make you do it again. Then he'll let you sleep.
“Please, Andrew!” You push at his arm, trying to get him to stop but he keeps fucking you with his fingers until you're squirting all over his hand and your mind has gone blank from the sudden rush of pleasure.
You grow even dizzier at the sight of him licking his hand clean, humming from how good you taste to him.
“I want to do that again.” He tells you and you shake your head at him, making him chuckle. “I won't anymore tonight. I have to let you sleep.”
Pope helps you to your bathroom so you can clean up all the slick that has built between your legs. If he had his way, he would've cleaned you up with his tongue but he'll shelve that for when you're ready to show him your body. A body he will surely worship the moment he gets to see it.
But for now, Pope will enjoy holding your warm body against his while the two of you sleep.
Something that becomes more frequent.
You let Pope and Lena sleep over every now and then, whenever Lena wants to. The three of you have movie nights at your place. You sleep over at Pope's house when the three of you have family dinner night at the restaurant after your shift.
They really are your family. You spend so much time with them that people tell you what a cute kid you have. And you've stopped correcting them…
Because you love Lena like she is your child.
Pope loves how much you take such good care of Lena, always keeping her entertained, always being so beautifully kind to his kid.
He loves you so much.
“Can we get ice cream?” She asks the two of you when you're done with dinner tonight.
“Only if your daddy says so.” You pat her gently on the head with your free hand, since she has your other hand held firmly in hers.
Pope is going to pretend like hearing you call him “daddy” so casually doesn't make him want to fuck a baby into you.
He manages to calmly say, “only if you promise to study for your test when you get home.”
Lena nods happily, agreeing to those terms.
The three of you get ice cream and hang out at the beach for a bit before going home.
Home. You have so much of your stuff at Pope's house and he has so much of his stuff at yours. Same with Lena's things.
“Do you want to move in?” Pope asks you once he's tucked Lena in for the night.
You're unsure. You've only been seeing Pope for a few months. Isn't this a little too soon?
Pope feels like it's been too long. He still hasn't fucked you yet…
It's taking everything in him not to rush things but he wants to see you as often as he can and you moving in would allow for that.
“I-I do but…” You don't know if it's a good idea.
You'll start falling in love with Pope more than you already are if you live with him and see how wonderful he can be to you all the time…
“But what?” He pulls you into his arms, giving you a warm hug. “Talk to me.”
You hug him back, sinking into the comfort of him, which gives you the strength to admit, “but I'm scared, Andrew. That I like you too much…”
You cling into him tighter after you tell him that, nervous that he'll find you overbearing and wanting to put some distance between the two of you.
“I love you.” Pope just says out right.
You look up at him, your eyes wide with shock. “What did you say?”
“I said I love you.” He leans down to kiss you, smiling when you're too stunned to kiss him back. “You're so cute. It's hard not to love you.”
“Andrew…” Your heart is hammering so loud in your chest that you almost can't hear yourself tell him, “I love you too.”
“Then, will you move in with me so we can be a family?” He asks, since he'd like that a lot.
“Okay.” You say with a bashful grin and a firm nod.
Then, Pope leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Lena has a sleepover tomorrow.”
You know what that means and your whole body quivers with anticipation. It means you and Pope don't have to be quiet.
Which means he's definitely going to fuck you tomorrow…
You grip onto his shirt, your hands trembling a little. “I'm a little…”
“It's okay to be nervous.” Pope rubs your back gently. “There's no pressure. We can just do what we've been doing when we're alone.”
“Oh god…” You bury your face in his chest. “You almost killed me last time.”
“No, I didn't.” He says with a light laugh.
“I came like twenty times or something crazy like that.” You grumble, remembering how obsessed Pope was with making you cum since the two of you had the house to yourselves for a night.
“And you liked it.” He smirks and you pout at him. “Come on, you love it when daddy touches you.”
You scream into his chest, drawing a laugh from deep in his belly. He loves messing with you and he's noticed you get so flustered when he calls himself “daddy” around you.
At least you both are even in that sense. You have no idea how much it riles him up when you call him that unintentionally.
“I do love it.” You say shyly, muffling your words a little. “I love you a lot, Andrew.”
Okay, maybe Pope can't wait until tomorrow.
He drags you into his bedroom, locking the door, before grabbing you by your face and kissing you, pressing you up against the door with his body.
“I need you out of these clothes.” He looks at you still in your paramedic uniform since you just had dinner with them after your shift.
“I should shower…” You've been out for more than twelve hours.
“Then shower with me.” Pope tugs his shirt off without an ounce of hesitation.
He has seen you naked plenty of times now but he loves how shy you seem about it every time.
Though, maybe you're shy because every time you see him naked, you have to remind yourself that this is your boyfriend and that every inch of that body is technically all yours…
“I might pass out.” You warn because you're sure the combination of steam and the heat rushing through you as you strip out of your work clothes in front of him will lead to you getting dizzy like always.
“Please don't. You're the paramedic in the relationship. I'm just a property manager who needs to take a CPR class…” He makes a lousy joke that has you giggling beautifully. “I really love you.”
You feel extra shy that he says that right as you pull off the last piece of clothing from your body.
“Come here.” He puts his hand out and you take it, letting him lead you into his bathroom.
You've never showered with Pope before but you should've guessed he wasn't going to keep his hands off of you. Or his lips, which are plastered to yours the moment the two of you are under the shower head.
He has you pinned to the shower wall now, holding you there as the water goes from cold to warm against his back, his body shielding you until the temperature is right.
“I love your body.” His lips trail down from your lips to your shoulders. “Every inch of it.”
“Let me get clean first, Andrew.” You don't want him kissing you all over while you still have the grime of work on you.
“You're clean enough to me.” He'd eat you out right here if you let him. But he knows you won't. You're still acting shy around him. He'll help break you out of your shell slowly but surely.
“Let's wash up.” You tell him before whispering in his ear, “and then I'll let you do whatever you want with me.”
Pope has never showered so fucking fast in his life. You find it almost too adorable how quickly he finishes his shower before helping you so you don't take too long either, washing your hair for you while you scrub your body clean.
Then, when your hair is all dry and you feel nice and clean, Pope practically tosses you down onto his bed and his face is between your legs in an instant.
“Oh god, Andrew, you can't—” He can't be this eager when Lena is sleeping next door!
He knows you're bad at holding in your voice…
“Then scream into your pillow.” He has you face down with your ass up in a second and his tongue is on you again immediately, ravishing you like an animal. “Fuck, this is amazing, you're so wet, you taste so good, I'm going to fucking cum just eating your pussy.”
You can hear him stroking his cock after he gathers some of your slick in his hand to use. You moan into the pillow when his tongue dips into you, the tip of it flicking at your entrance, teasing you, making you wish he would just push it inside of you fully already. His free hand moves between your legs to play with your clit and he groans when you cum on his face from the sudden dual stimulation.
“Good girl.” He praises you for cumming. “Making your daddy proud.”
“Andrew—!” You muffle another scream when his tongue slips inside of you and he starts fucking you with it, sliding it in and out, enjoying how slick you're growing from how good it feels.
“I want to cum on your pussy.” Pope is already close, his hand death gripping his cock, so turned on just knowing you love him. “Can I?”
“Okay.” You don't mind since he'll clean it up before it gets into you.
At least, that's what you thought was going to happen.
But the moment Pope cums all over your pussy, his fingers quickly push it into you, drawing out a gasp from your lips.
“Wait, Andrew—” You bite down on your pillow as he starts fucking you with his fingers, the pace much rougher, unlike anything he's done before.
You squirt so hard that you can feel it dripping down your thighs. Your whole body is shaking from how intense your orgasm is shooting through you, the pleasure completely overloading all of your senses.
And it doesn't stop. And you can't scream for him to stop because you'll wake Lena.
So you just take his brutal fingerfucking until you're cumming nonstop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your toes curling, your body reeling from the constant pleasure hitting you.
“You can definitely take me now.” Pope tells you, finally pulling his fingers free from your tight pussy.
His cock is nice and hard again. It would be impossible not to be hard at the sight of you cumming your brains out on his fingers.
You're still so dazed that you don't even register what he's doing until he lines his cock up with your entrance.
When you feel the tip of him pushing into you, it's like you sober up. “W-Wait, Andrew, we can't, we don't have a condom—”
“I'm not fucking you with a condom.” Pope sinks the tip of his cock inside of you, slipping past your tight entrance, groaning when he feels your pussy around him. “I love you. You love me. We're making love. I want to get you pregnant, my love.”
You can't even think straight. Every word out of his mouth is crossing all the wires in your brain. It's like you're short-circuiting…
The pressure of his cock prying you apart is what keeps you locked in the moment, in the feeling of him burying himself inside of you inch by inch.
It would be a lie if you said it wasn't amazing.
You've never felt so full before. So utterly fulfilled before. Like this was what you have been waiting for all this time.
“You're doing so good.” Pope rubs your back gently. “I'm almost halfway in.”
You're unsure if you heard him right because you already feel completely full. How is there more of him to take? There's no way your body can—
Pope starts thrusting more and more of his cock into you and you cum just from the act of getting split open. Your pussy clenches around him perfectly the moment he hilts inside of you.
“Breathe, my love.” He coaxes you into relaxing, into allowing your pussy to get used to the shape and size of him. “You swallowed me up so well. Let's see if you can do it again.”
His words are not enough warning for him to pull out of you completely and lay you down on your back before shoving his cock back inside of you all of a sudden.
This time, you're looking right into his eyes as you cum on his cock again. “Good girl, cumming so hard for her daddy.”
“Andrew, let me…I need a second…” You're gasping for air, trying to find where your mind went in the pleasure-filled haze.
It has disappeared completely, because all you want now is for Pope to fuck you.
Especially when he starts gently kneading your lower belly, massaging you right above your womb where his cock is pushing up against.
“Let's give Lena a sibling to play with.” Pope tells you, rubbing your soft stomach. “One that looks like you, my beautiful love.”
You're too far gone now.
You reach up, grabbing a hold of Pope's face and bringing him down to kiss you. You roll your hips against his, driving his cock deeper into you, wanting him to fuck you while you kiss him. Pope happily listens, thrusting his cock into you at a pace that has you moaning against his lips.
He keeps you quiet by tangling his tongue with yours, taking up space in your mouth, kissing you while he fucks you. His hands slide up to your chest, grabbing at your nipples, playing with them as another orgasm ripples through you from all the sensations happening at the same time.
You're in heaven. You've never felt so good before.
“I love you, Andrew.” You breathe out, all airy and full of affection.
“I love you too.” He says back with a smile. “You are so perfect for me.”
Just as it was meant to be.
You stay clinging onto Pope, his lips on yours as he pounds his cock into you until you feel his warm release filling you up for the first time. It's an incredible feeling.
One that you hope to feel all the time.
You can't keep your desires at bay anymore…
The moment you get home from your shift the next day, Pope is in your apartment and has you pinned to your door, kissing you furiously. You're already stripping off your clothes, tugging at his clothes, wanting him to fuck you like he has been desperately yearning for all day after last night.
“Let me fuck you right here.” He growls against your lips, sending shivers down your spine with his words, “so your neighbors can hear how good your daddy can make you feel.”
You're terrible at holding your voice in because you moan his name so loudly when he drops to his knees and starts eating you out right then and there. Your hand is in his hair, pulling at his soft curls. You're grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue eagerly dips in and out of you, reveling in your taste.
“Andrew, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—” You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from waking your neighbors when he sucks your clit and draws out your first orgasm of the night.
“Don't stop now.” Pope plays with your clit in his mouth, coaxing you back to the edge of another orgasm. “Cum all over my face, my love.”
You can't stop yourself from listening to him, your body shaking from the pleasure he's pulling out of you. You whimper when he shoves two fingers into you, spreading your pussy wide open so his tongue has space to slip in with them.
It's all too much—
You cum so hard that you see stars speckling your vision. Your knees are so wobbly that you can barely keep yourself up.
“The night just started and you're already going to pass out?” Pope chuckles at your dazed expression. “Come on, let's get in the bath.”
He had prepped a bath for you to come home. The water is a little colder than he'd like but he hadn't planned on eating you out at your front door. Next time, he'll put that into consideration with his timing.
You don't mind the lukewarm water, though.
Because your skin is on fire.
Pope allows you no reprieve, his fingers lazily rubbing your clit while the two of you bathe together.
“Andrew, please, I need to wash up…” You arch your back against his chest, your body close to convulsing from the orgasm he's building you towards. “I can't cum again, just give me a break, please.”
“Cum one more time.” He nips at your earlobe, his words hot against your sensitive flesh. “Then daddy will let you bathe.”
You should've known when he told you to cum, it would mean cumming hard for him.
Because his fingers thrust into you and you're fucking screaming from how they refuse to stop moving even after you've cum.
“Andrew!” You shout his name out of desperation, needing him to stop torturing you with his fingers but he won't.
He just curls them deeper, teasing your womb, groaning when your pussy clenches around his fingers, milking them like they're his cock.
It should be his cock inside of you.
Fuck it, it will be.
Pope picks you up out of the bath. You're clean enough. He doesn't care to wait anymore.
You're thrown down onto your bed and he climbs on top of you, lining his cock up. You wouldn't be able to stop him if you tried.
He sinks every fucking inch inside of you until your body can't stop shaking from how good it feels to have the love of your life buried so deep inside of you.
“Say you love it when your daddy's cock kisses your womb.” He rolls his hips, pushing the tip of his cock right at the entrance to your womb, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head from the rush of pleasure.
“I love it—” You can't barely speak the rest of the words because he keeps pounding the tip of his cock over and over again at that spot until you're squirting all over him.
“You really love it, don't you?” Pope rests his hand where your clit is. “Let's hear you scream my name.”
He starts rubbing your clit at the same harsh pace as he thrusts inside of you and you fucking burst. It's like an avalanche. Each orgasm is followed by another, each building in intensity, each causing your head to go stupid.
All you can think about is cumming.
Pope loves the sounds you make when you let go, when you allow yourself to just feel good and not care about anything else but the way he's forcing your body to feel.
“Tell daddy what you want.” Pope pinches your clit, drawing a moan from your lips. “Come on, my love. Say it.”
“I want your cum.” You finally admit it. “I want my daddy to put a baby in me.”
“Yeah?” He's going to go fucking crazy now. “Is that really what you want?”
You nod then beg, “please, I need it now, Andrew.”
Pope has never cum that hard in his life. He fills your womb so completely that some of his cum leaks out of you even though his cock is just resting inside of you. He likes the way you're spasming beneath him, cumming uncontrollably from the feeling of his cum inside of you.
It makes him want to do insane things.
Like when he slips his cock out of you and replaces it with his fingers, only to bury his face between your legs too.
You're gasping for air the moment his lips seal around your clit and his fingers start fucking his cum deeper into your pussy. You can't even tell him to stop. You're not able to form words.
You're just a moaning mess, the sounds leaving your lips surely worthy of a noise complaint.
But it's okay.
You're moving in with Pope soon. You won't need this apartment anymore.
So who cares if your neighbors know your daddy is making you cum your brains out right now?
“Let me see it.” He has his eyes glued to your pussy, to his fingers bully your insides, forcing you closer and closer to another unbelievable orgasm. “Show your daddy how hard you can cum.”
You cry out his name when you squirt all over his fingers, your orgasm blinding you, your vision going fuzzy, your cum mixing with his as it spills out of you.
Pope flips you onto your stomach in your daze and you're immediately shoved into your mattress by his cock roughly thrusting into your still squirting pussy. You've surely soaked your sheets now because every thrust has you drenching your thighs with your release.
“I can't, I can't—” You can't possibly cum anymore.
You'll go crazy if you do. You'll never want this to end if you do.
That's the goal for Pope.
To make you dependent on him for pleasure. To have you crave what only he can give you.
“Hush, my love.” He says sweetly as he rubs your back, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “I'll show you what your limits are.”
Your limits being getting fucked all night long until you're dripping between your legs, spilling his cum out of you with every slight motion you make, your mind and body wrecked with endless amounts of pleasure.
You wake up to Pope kissing every inch of your body. You feel surprisingly clean.
Did he bathe you in your sleep? He must've. You were so tired after getting wrung out. You can barely remember anything that happened after he snuggled you so lovingly after fucking you so roughly.
“Glad you're not working for a few days.” Pope is hoping you'll get pregnant soon so you won't have to work much at all.
“I don't think I'd be able to work if I was scheduled.” Your legs feel like actual jelly…
“I'm sorry, my love.” He comes back up to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. “I got carried away, didn't I?”
You lean into his chest, breathing in the smell of him that you enjoy so much, then let out a little sigh. “It's okay. I…liked it.”
Pope might as well ask you to marry him right now.
He hasn't gotten a ring yet, though. He'd want to do it properly if he did.
He'd want to ask Lena just to be sure she's ready for you to become her new mother.
She is. Of course she is.
Lena loves you. Almost as much as Pope does.
“I like seeing you happy, dad.” Lena leans her shoulder against his arm, her small hand held in his.
“Would she make a good mom for you?” Pope asks again just to be sure.
She nods, smiling all big and cute at him. “And now you guys can finally kiss!”
He bites back a laugh.
Little does she know, the two of you have done much more than that already…
a/n: okay so like you know this could've been way more wild but then I just felt so mushy…and I wanted to write happy!pope so there he is. he’s a girl dad who loves you sm. gosh I could just drown in how cute he is with lena!
hey lovelies! just an update, still got lots of stuff in my inbox to sift thru (porn links + ideas/prompts ppl sent in to share w freak nation) and I'm hoping to get to it all soon, maybe in the next few days 🥺 so sorry I've been so busy, I've been really living the heck out of my life recently 👉👈 so I just need to work on how to balance everything!
I will say, there is much to look forward to ☺️ I'm super excited to write some of the things ppl sent in (lots of inspo in my inbox, yay!) and I've got a lot in the drafts that just need some polishing so rest assured, despite all the craziness in my life, I'm still writing every chance I get ♡ thank you for the continuous love and support truly!
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Pairing: Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader (mentions of Jack Abbot x Reader, obviously!)
Summary: A new name. A new set of rules. But the same old bad habit of getting attached too quickly to the first person that gives him any sort of affection.
It's been several days since Andrew “Pope” Cody assumed the identity of Jack Abbot after a staged accident. So far, no one has noticed. Not even you, Jack's estranged wife.
Or, well, maybe you just don't want to admit it. That your husband seems different compared to the last time you saw him. That he's more particular than he ever was before. That he's rougher around the edges. You attribute it to the accident that caused slight amnesia. Jack hasn't been the same since.
And you're starting to wonder if that's okay…
Word Count: 12.6k
A/N: I just finished Animal Kingdom so I had to write this. I tried my best to avoid spoiling the show because I think it's worth the watch. You technically don't need to have watched the show to read this. I make some subtle references so people who have watched the show will catch those but this fic can be read without any knowledge of it! Same goes for people who have never watched The Pitt. The only thing that's relevant about that is that Jack is a doctor lmao…that's kind of all I use from his character. Of course, because of the “accident”, Jack isn't currently working at The Pitt so this will be its own divergence from the canon. It's pre-prosthetic as well, since it would be crazy for Pope to cut off his own leg for this bit (though is it really that crazy?). Not like any of this matters. This is fanfiction, after all.
I would warn that this does contain dubious consent because technically you aren't able to fully consent since Pope's pretending to be Jack and there's no telling if you would've consented had you known. I would also consider this a dark romance mainly because you're both lying to the other.
For the full list of warnings, please check the fic on my AO3. Or go in blind. That's up to you!
I'll be honest, this is mostly porn, very little plot. Hope it's a fun read ♡
The first time Pope sees you, he's laying in a hospital bed and you're talking with his nurse outside his door. He has no idea who you are but you must be important to the guy whose identity he's stealing. They wouldn't have let you in the ICU if you weren't on file.
When you enter the room, you shut the door behind you then say, “it's bright in here. Do you want me to shut off some of the lights?”
“Sure.” He would like that, though he doesn't mind either way.
You shut off every light except the ones directly above him. You hover there at the light switch for a little, taking in a deep breath. It's been a long time since you've seen Jack. A few years at least.
He's all cut up from the accident. Four car collision. He's lucky to be alive.
Even if he can't remember anything.
Like why you're not living with him…
“Do you remember me? The nurse said you have amnesia.” You try to be polite about it because you don't want him to feel bad for not remembering.
Pope shakes his head. “I don't even remember where I live.”
“I'll show you once you're discharged.” You tell him. “And I'll stick around until you're back on your feet.”
“Who are you to me?” He asks and he can tell you're nervous about answering.
“I…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I'm your wife.”
“Oh.” In the few weeks Pope scouted Jack Abbot, he never heard him mention a wife. He isn't wearing a ring right now.
Neither are you.
“You're not wearing a ring.” He points out.
You pull on the chain around your neck, showing him the ring that dangles at the end. “I don't wear it on my finger.”
“Why?” His question makes you more anxious.
“It's not important.” You lie because you don't want him to remember if he doesn't need to. “I'm here now.”
“Did I do something to you?” Pope doesn't like the way you look at him. It's not with fear. It's like anguish…
You shake your head. “It's nothing you did. It's complicated. We're not living together.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No.” You reply quicker than you should've. Because that's the truth.
“Am I hard to live with?” He needs to know more about the man whose life he's taking over.
“You were never home.” You hate how bitter you sound.
“I'm sorry.” That's all Pope can say.
You sit down next to him in bed, reaching out to touch his face. “Don't say sorry for something you can't remember.”
It startles you when he leans into your touch. Jack has never been all that affectionate. Not like this, at least.
Pope kisses your palm. “Your hand is soft.”
You should pull away. But you don't. He notices the way you don't stop him from kissing down to your wrist.
Your heart is hammering in your chest for some reason. That's when you pull away, when you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“I-I have to go pack some things. I'll come back when you're discharged.” You get up then and leave without saying another word.
When you're in your car, you grip onto the steering wheel, your heart still racing.
What was that?
Jack has never looked at you like that before. With desire in his eyes.
You shake it off. Maybe it's because he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't have any recollection of the fights the two of you have had. He has no bad memories of you.
Pope only sees you as a beautiful woman who happens to be his wife. He didn't think you'd touch him so easily. He was surprised that you let him kiss your hand.
Will you let him do more than that?
He'll get the answer to that question when you're walking with him out of the hospital. He has a broken rib and some scrapes but other than that, he's fine.
“Did talking to the doctor help you remember anything?” You ask him when you get to your car.
“I can drive.” He tells you, putting his hand out for the keys.
“It's alright.” You unlock the car yourself. “You should rest.”
Pope feels strange being the passenger but he can't refute so he sits down. You start the car and then ask him again, “do you remember anything?”
He shakes his head. “I remember how to do things like drive but not memories.”
“What about work?” That would be important for him to remember. You don't know what'll happen if he can't remember how to do medical work.
“They told me I'm a doctor. I don't remember anything about that.” Which is the truth, because Pope is definitely not a doctor…
“Maybe you will with time.” You try to be optimistic.
Too bad he knows that will never happen. He won't remember his work or anything about you. He has to learn it all fresh.
“Will you tell me why we don't live together?” Pope turns to look at you.
You feel a little flushed at how he's staring at you, like he's demanding to know with just his gaze. “Um…well…”
“Did I cheat on you?” He would feel less bad about killing Jack if that was the case.
“No, no.” You shake your head. “Nothing like that.”
“Then do you not like me?” He understands if you don't.
“I love you.” You tell him, even though it hurts to. “I will always love you, Jack.”
Jack. Pope wishes you hadn't said his name. At least then, he could pretend you were talking to him. And not the man you see him as.
“Do I love you?” His question breaks your heart.
“I don't know.” You say with a shrug. “You let me move out. You didn't…ask me to stay.”
“Did you want to stay?” Everything he's asking pains you for some reason.
They're innocent questions but they probe you in such an uncomfortable way. Because you're forced to admit the things you've only kept to yourself.
“Of course.” You're honest with him. “I love our little apartment.”
You park in the underground lot and get out of the car. Pope follows your lead as you walk over to the elevator. You tap a keycard against the panel and then push the floor number.
“Oh, I forgot.” You open your bag and pull out a torn up wallet. It barely survived the crash. “They gave me your wallet. Your keycard should be in there. We live on the fifth floor. I mean, you do.”
Pope takes the wallet from you, opening it. He sees Jack's ID. The address is this building. Apartment 5H. It's creepy how similar Jack looks to him. Like they could be twins.
But he only has one twin. Julia.
It's been years since she overdosed. A part of him feels empty without her. Maybe that's why he moved across the country, to get away from Oceanside and to try somewhere new. It was only a coincidence that he found Jack, a perfect identity swap.
“Here we are.” You tell him when you get to the front door of 5H.
You insert the keycard and then input the code. You're surprised that Jack is still using your birthday as the code. You let him know what the code is, since you doubt he remembers.
“Is that a special day for me?” Pope wonders because the date is coming up in a few months.
“Ah, it's my birthday.” You feel sad that he can't remember. Even though Jack always missed it because of work…
“What do we usually do for your birthday?”
You shrug. “We haven't done anything for it in years. We used to go to a nice restaurant.”
“Why don't we do that anymore?” He sees the way you tense up.
And then you lash out, “it's not my fault you didn't want to.”
You catch yourself, cursing under your breath. You feel so bad for snapping like that.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…” You turn around to look at him and your breath catches in your throat at how close he is to you. He's right in front of you, clenching his fists at his sides.
“I didn't want to celebrate your birthday?” He sounds shocked.
It's strange for you to hear Jack sound so remorseful. “You never took the time off. You were always working…”
“I see why you left me.” Pope doesn't blame you at all.
“I didn't leave you. I just…I wanted to see if you'd miss me. But you never told me to come home so I didn't.” That's the whole truth.
If Jack had said anything, you would've moved back immediately. But he never did. He never sent divorce papers either. It was like the two of you were at a complete standstill. Neither of you wanted to end things but he didn't make the effort to continue them and you were tired of doing the work.
“Will you stay?” Pope doesn't want to be left in this apartment alone. He doesn't know anything about it.
Your heart squeezes hearing him say those words. The words you always wanted him to say. But he doesn't remember anything so…it feels empty, almost. Or different than what you were hoping for.
“I will. Hopefully you regain your memory soon.” You glance over at the couch. “I'm going to go wash up. I'll throw your sheets in the machine while I'm in there.”
Pope steps through the apartment then, looking around. There's only one bedroom. One bed. He turns back to see you eyeing the couch.
“I'll sleep here.” He points to it.
“No, you're injured. You should sleep in bed. I'll sleep here.” It pulls out into a small bed. Not that he would remember.
Maybe that's why you don't tell him when he says to you, “it's uncomfortable to sleep on a couch. We can share the bed.”
You should say no. You really should. But you miss not sleeping alone. Even if Jack never held you. You just liked having someone warm next to you.
“If that's okay with you.” You don't want him to feel obligated to.
You're technically a stranger right now…
He nods. “I'll get the sheets.”
You set your bag down and then sift through the luggage you brought, pulling some clothes out to bring into the bathroom with you. There was a time where you wouldn't mind strolling through the apartment naked to grab your clothes from the bedroom closet but…it feels weird to do that now. Jack hasn't seen you naked in years.
Pope has never seen you naked before. He can tell you're shy, clutching your clothes to your chest to hide your underwear from his sight. He follows you into the bathroom since the washing machine is in there. You set your clothes on a rack nearby. You wait for him to load the washing machine and leave before you strip down and throw your clothes into the hamper beside the machine. It's been a long time since you've showered here.
Jack kept your soaps under the sink. He never threw them away. Maybe he thought you were going to come back one day. Maybe he just didn't want to waste them. Either way, you're glad you have a piece of yourself still here.
When you're all washed up, Pope goes into the bathroom. The washing machine finishes while he's in there, so he moves the sheets to the dryer before showering. His chest aches from the broken rib. He takes his time examining his wounds in the mirror. It's foggy from your shower. You must like your showers hot.
It smells nice in here. He picks up your soap and sniffs it. That's what you smell like. He likes it a lot.
Thankfully, him and Jack have similar builds. Albeit, Pope fills in the shirts a bit more, since he is constantly working out. This building must have a gym.
He asks you about that after he puts the sheets on the bed. You're standing in the kitchen, sifting through the cabinets. “Is there a gym in this building?”
“Yeah, there is.” You have no idea why he's asking you that. Maybe Jack started working out again when you left. It certainly looks like it from the way his shirt is draped over his muscles.
“Would you show me where later?” Pope wants to know there's a place he can take out the bubbling frustration that's building inside of him. He has to be able to release it, or he might hurt himself. Or you.
“Of course.” You place some takeout menus on the counter in front of him. “What sounds good for dinner?”
“You pick.” He gestures for you to choose.
“You used to always say that but then you would be disappointed in what I picked.” You don't like making choices for that reason. Jack always deferred to you but was never happy with it.
“I won't be. I promise.” Pope wouldn't do that to you. He's fine with eating anything.
“Okay.” You pick one of the Chinese restaurants nearby. “Are you alright with walking with me to pick it up? I can show you where the gym is on the way.”
Pope nods and you smile at him lightly before dialing the number on the menu and ordering over the phone. He likes your smile. It's timid but cute.
“It should be ready in 20.” You go back to your luggage to grab a hoodie to throw on so you can go out, since it's chilly outside. “Do you want to pick up some beer at the corner store too?”
“Sure.” Pope meets you at the door, putting on his shoes.
“You're going to be cold in just a shirt.” You notice how he's about to leave the apartment without a jacket. “You can grab one in here.”
You open the small closet by the door, which has Jack's shoes and coats in it. Pope picks one and pulls it on. He doesn't mind the cold since he's so used to the heat of California. It's a nice change.
The gym is on the second floor of the building. There's a pool too. Pope probably won't use it. Too many bad memories.
“You just tap your card on the machines to turn them on.” You show him. “Is there anything else you want me to show you?”
He can't think of anything so he shakes his head.
You walk with him to the corner store, picking up some drinks. You notice he picks a Mexican beer you've never seen him drink before. He must've developed a new liking since you've been gone.
The Chinese restaurant is only a block away and the food is freshly done when you two get there. Pope takes the bags, carrying them for you. You tell him you can hold the drinks but he says that you have to open the door so you'll need free hands.
It's not necessarily bad but you and Jack used to do everything equally. So, him taking over completely is also new for you. You didn't mind splitting equally since he worked so much but you do wish sometimes he'd spoil you more. He never really has. Too busy to do so.
Another thing that's different is that Jack never used to eat so much. He was used to smaller, quick meals since he barely had time to eat during working hours. So, you watching him devour food is…strange. You should've ordered more because you were thinking there would be leftovers.
Maybe Jack has just gained a bigger appetite since you've been gone.
That's what you're telling yourself. But there's this weird feeling in your gut that you can't shake off. That there's something very different about the man in front of you at the dinner table.
You will need to read up more about amnesia. It would make sense for him to be a bit off since he doesn't remember much. He knows how to wash the dishes, though. And how to clean the kitchen and dining table.
“You don't have to do that now.” You feel bad that he went from eating straight into cleaning.
“I don't mind. It's dusty in here.” Pope will need some time to deep clean the apartment. Probably when you're not here. “When do you work?”
“I usually start at 9. It's nearby.”
“What do you do for work?” He doesn't know.
You feel a bit nervous telling him because Jack never liked your job. It was too unstable, he'd say.
“I'm the social media manager for a small start up.” You handle all of the online posts, paying influencers, etc.
“That's cool.” Pope isn't very well-versed in the new age stuff but he knows people are always on their phones so it makes sense to have managers for that.
You're unsure how to feel about his reaction. When his memory comes back, he'll surely think differently.
Maybe you don't want it to come back…
You shake off that thought. That would be cruel. You can't keep him in the dark. You should tell him about the couch bed.
You should but then he goes, “it's getting late. You should sleep so you're not tired for work.”
“Right.” You head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
Pope follows you and sifts through the cabinets, looking for another toothbrush. He doesn't want to have to use Jack's. He notices there's a few pregnancy tests under the sink, unused.
Were the two of you trying?
“What are you looking for?” You ask after you've finished rinsing your mouth.
“New toothbrush.”
“We keep that stuff over here.” You gesture to the shelves above the washing machine.
Pope sees the new toothbrushes right away and grabs one. He brushes his teeth while you wash your face and when you're done, he rinses his mouth. It's oddly domestic. You haven't had this kind of rhythm with Jack in a long time.
Nor have you shared a bed with him in a long time.
So, when you lay down and Pope lays close to you, your heart starts to pound in your chest. You're ill prepared for his hand to slip over your stomach, pulling you closer so your back is up against his chest. You can hear him breathing, the warmth of it tickling your ear.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, sending shivers through you.
You bite your lip, not sure how to respond. Because you like this, a lot. More than you know you should because once Jack remembers everything, he won't hold you like this.
So, until he does, you're going to enjoy being close to him.
That's why you flip around and kiss him. You grab him by his shirt, pulling him against you. You just want to feel him. You missed the way his body felt against yours.
“Sorry.” You breathe out against his lips. “I shouldn't have—”
Pope cups your face and pulls you back in for another kiss. You melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his hair. The moment his tongue slips into your mouth, you nearly moan at the feeling.
Have you really been this touch-starved? It seems like it…
He goes to take off his shirt but doesn't let your lips leave his, only parting to pull off the fabric. You lift your arms up so he can tug yours off too and he realizes you aren't wearing a bra. Your bare chest is pressed up against his and he starts to kiss down your neck until he reaches your collarbone. He takes a bite of your skin right there, marking you.
That shocks you because Jack's never done that before. But you don't care because it feels amazing.
“You're beautiful.” Pope tells you, his eyes looking you up and down. He can't believe you're his wife.
You are his wife. That much he has decided. He won't let you leave him. He won't be a fool like Jack.
“Should we be doing this?” You regret asking when his tongue swirls over one of your nipples, making you moan. “Oh god.”
“You're my wife.” His hand slips down into your pants, his fingers grazing over the fabric of your underwear. “And you're soaked. You want me to touch you.”
“I do.” You feel his fingers move your underwear aside. You grab a hold of his shoulders when he thrusts a finger inside of you. You haven't felt him touch you like this in years. It feels so good, it's scary.
“Then close your eyes and just let me.” He instructs and you listen, closing your eyes.
You squeeze them shut tighter when you feel him start to kiss down your body, placing warm kisses along your stomach before his fingers hook into your waistband and tug your bottoms off completely, leaving you completely bare. Your hand finds its way into his hair as he continues trailing down, his lips kissing lower and lower until you can feel his breath on your clit.
“Did I do this for you before?” He asks right before his tongue darts out, flicking your clit.
“Sometimes.” You craved it constantly but you felt needy asking for it so you never did.
“Do you like it?” He licks small circles around your clit, feeling how firm it's getting.
“Yes.” You confess. “I like it a lot.”
That's all Pope needs to hear. He spends the next few minutes watching how you react to his tongue. He's methodical, wanting to see what makes you react the most.
Everything feels good for you. Just him being between your legs like this makes you happy. So, when he suddenly starts playing with your clit exactly the way you like, you cum way too fast and way too hard. You can't help the way your hips grind against his face, begging for more. And he delivers, continuing to eat you out until you cum on his tongue again.
Your whole body is hot to the touch. You don't want him to stop but you're worried you'll want too much if he keeps going. You won't want this to end if he keeps going.
“You don't have to—” You're squirming when he slides a finger inside of you as he sucks on your clit. He thrusts in and out, trying to find where you'll tense up, when you pant out, “right there, touch me right there, please don't stop.”
You arch your back when his finger curls against that spot inside that you can never reach. You cum so hard that you must be milking his finger from how tight you got. Pope slides two more fingers inside of you then, stretching you out. You cry out at the feeling, the pressure intense but euphoric too.
“I want you.” You tell him, tugging at him to come up. “Please, I need you right now.”
Pope kicks off his pants, letting you see his cock. Maybe it's because it's dark in the bedroom or because you haven't had sex with him in a while, but his cock looks different. Thicker than you remember.
You feel the difference when the tip of his cock pushes inside of you. It's like he's prying you open.
“You're okay.” Pope guides you to relax. “Just focus on me.”
You nod, reaching up to touch his face. He leans down to kiss you and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. His cock thrusts deeper than before and you moan against his lips. It's splitting you in two.
“You're so…” You can't even finish your sentence because he forces more of himself inside of you, filling you to the very brim.
“Can I cum inside of you?” He asks because he remembers those pregnancy tests he saw. “Were we trying?”
You nod. “We were so you can.”
His gaze shifts down to your stomach and he lays his hand there, pushing down, making you wriggle a bit at the added pressure. “You want to have a baby with me?”
“Yes.” You won't tell him that the reason you and Jack have a strained relationship is because…he's infertile. It made him feel inferior and that's why the two of you kept having issues. You didn't care that he was but he did.
So, for now, you won't say anything. You'll let him enjoy the idea of getting you pregnant, even if he can't.
Even though, Pope isn't Jack…meaning you might be in for a surprise there.
“You need to cum more then.” He says, pulling out of you. “Flip over.”
You flip onto your stomach and Pope lifts your hips, lining his cock back up. When he sinks back into you, you bite your pillow, your eyes rolling back when he hilts. He starts with slow strokes, making you ache for more.
“Please fuck me.” You can't handle how gentle he's being.
“Let me savor you for a little longer.” He tells you, continuing his agonizingly slow thrusts. You've never felt so on edge before.
“I can't wait anymore, please.” You cry out when he thrusts deeper in response. “Thank you.”
“Don't thank me yet.” He grinds his cock upwards, hitting a new spot that makes your legs weak. “You have to cum a lot for me first.”
Pope grabs your hips and without warning, he pounds into you with no mercy. You're screaming into your pillow at how quickly you unravel, cumming hard enough to squirt. You feel it drip down your legs. You feel faint from how intense that was and it's not even over.
He keeps fucking you until your legs give out and even then, he just lays on top of you, slamming his cock into you, crushing you. You feel tension coiling in your lower stomach. You know your next orgasm is going to be big.
“Don't cum until I do.” Pope read somewhere that it helps with conception if you cum while he does. “Hold it.”
Tears build up in your eyes because stopping yourself from cumming is harder than you thought it would be. It doesn't help that he keeps ramming into you like he's just using your pussy for relief.
You're tightening around his cock so much that Pope is sure he won't last much longer. He knows you're desperate to cum. He needs to keep you there, so that when you do cum, it's because you feel him spilling inside of you. He wants you to get used to cumming from the feeling of his release.
That way, you'll surely get pregnant.
“Please let me cum.” You beg because it's getting too difficult to hold in. “Please, I can't—”
“Yes you can.” He doesn't let you cum. He loves the way you're convulsing beneath him in anticipation. “Almost there. Just a little longer.”
The moment you feel his hot release fill you up, you cum so hard that your whole body is shaking. You can feel how drenched the sheets beneath you are, a mixture of his cum and yours. And it won't stop. He's still pounding into you, still cumming inside of you.
You don't know how many more times you cum after that. The feeling of him pulling out of you leaves you hollow inside. You feel his cum dripping out of you, its warmth dizzying your mind.
“You're spilling it.” Pope dips his fingers into your pussy and you tense up around him. “You have to keep it inside of you if you want to get pregnant.”
“I'm going to cum again if you keep touching me.” That seems to encourage him because he starts looking for that spot again and when you're shaking all over once more, he knows he has found it.
Pope watches you cum over and over again on his fingers. He likes how worn out you look. How hot your skin is. How breathless you are.
“One more time and then we're done.” He tells you and you're thinking he means making you cum with his fingers but he flips you onto your back and you instantly feel his cock slam inside of you.
You don't know how he's already this hard again. You grab onto his shoulders, grinding your hips against his, not caring anymore how depraved you look. You want to cum on his cock again. You want him to cum inside of you. You want more and more.
“You're my wife.” He says in such a soft tone. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”
You pull him down to kiss you, wanting to feel his lips on yours when you cum again. You're so overstimulated but you can't get enough of him. You don't want this moment to end.
“I love you.” You tell him with every piece of your heart. “I love you so much.”
Pope is thankful you don't say Jack's name. Because he can pretend you're saying it to him. And not your dead husband, who you'll never see again.
“I love you too.” He says back with a smile. “Now cum for me.”
You do as he says the moment you feel him cum inside of you. It's easy to cum from that feeling now. He has practically drilled it into you.
You both lay there afterwards, just kissing. You like how hungrily he kisses you, like it might be the last time he ever gets a taste of your lips. You do that until he's soft and slips out of you. Then, he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom.
Pope hops in the shower with you, rinsing you both off. You let him wash you, your body weak from having that many orgasms in a row. You lean your head against his chest, breathing in his smell. He smells a little different. Like Jack's soaps but with an alternative layer underneath. You can't pinpoint what that is. But you like it a lot.
He dries you off with a towel then steps out to change the sheets so you can use the bathroom. Even though he can't remember being a doctor, he does still remember safe sex practices. Can't risk getting a UTI.
You're so tired that you climb into bed naked. Pope pulls on a shirt and underwear then he comes over to help you put some clothes on so you can sleep comfortably.
“Thank you.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Good night.”
“Good night.” He resumes the position he had originally, spooning you.
You fall asleep, wondering why he's holding onto you so tightly. He has never done that before…
It took Pope a few days of cleaning to find where Jack put his wedding ring. He debates for a while whether he should put it on but then decides to. He's happy it fits, albeit a little tight. It'll loosen with time, he figures.
You notice the ring when you get home. You also have been noticing how clean and well organized the apartment is. Almost too organized. Everything is perfectly stacked and arranged by color or shape.
You just assume Jack must've been bored in his free time. He's currently on medical leave since the accident. He will likely remain on leave until his memory returns. You don't know what the process is if it never comes back.
Do they make him redo med school?
That would suck but it might just be what has to happen.
“Should I start wearing mine again?” You ask him.
“If you want to.” Pope can't force you to. Even if he wants you to.
You walk up to him and turn around, “will you help me?”
He unclasps your necklace and pulls the ring off. You put your hand out, letting Pope slip the ring on for you. Then, he kisses it. You hold back how giddy that makes you.
“Did you have a good day at work?” He asks you, which is nice because Jack never really cared before, since he didn't like your job.
“It was good. We got some new investors.” You knew getting those ads during sports games would help. “So, lots of new funding to work with.”
Pope has to stop himself from asking about it. He's trying to rid himself of the habit of trying to find the next job to do. He can't really break into the startup you work at. It would be too close to home.
He does want to plan a job, though.
Something easy and small because he hasn't been able to get into Jack's bank information yet. The bank wants to wait a while longer to see if his memory comes back before releasing anything. He'll need money eventually. He doesn't like bothering you, even though you gave him access to the joint account.
It has been routine for Pope to kiss you when you get home so you wait for it. He likes that you anticipate it, smiling against your lips when he finally kisses you. There are other things that have also become routine. Like the sex.
You and Pope have been having a lot of sex. More than you have ever had with Jack, at least in a short span of time like this. There's an added passion that you hadn't felt with Jack before. You blame it on the amnesia but…you can't help but wonder if the accident changed more than just his memories.
He's more attentive to you now. He asks about your day. He brought you flowers yesterday. He tells you he misses you.
You feel like you're deceiving him. Maybe because you sort of are.
You should tell him about the infertility but it might stop him from wanting to have sex with you. That's what happened before. That's what killed your relationship.
But you can't keep being greedy…
“Jack, I have to tell you something." You decide it's time when you two are laying in bed and he's kissing your neck.
“Tell me what?” His breath tickles your skin, which makes your heart ache.
You push him off of you. Pope doesn't like that. He's confused. You look…scared.
“Did I do something wrong?" He goes through everything he has done up until now.
Did you not like the flowers? Did he clean too much? Are you bothered by how much he wants you?
“No, it's not you. It's…” You sigh. “I've been hiding something from you.”
You hate how his expression drops. You hate yourself for keeping this from him.
Pope can't be too upset that you are hiding something from him. He's hiding something big from you. Something he'll never tell you.
“We can't have kids.” You finally say it.
“What?” Pope is very confused now.
Do you not want to have kids with him? Even though you and him have been having unprotected sex these last few days…
“I'm sorry.” You cup his face with your hands, trying to comfort him. “We went a few years ago to do some testing and they said that you're infertile. So, we can't have kids.”
You remember when this happened, Jack said to you that he couldn't have kids, but you could. His tone was both envious and resentful. It hurt you so much to hear him talk to you like that.
“That's okay.” Pope is unsure if that fact remains true for him personally but he can see why you kept it from him. “We don't have to.”
“You're not mad at me?” You were expecting him to blow up in your face.
“No.” He never thought anyone would want a kid with him. But you do. And that's enough for him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You could cry. “I was scared that you wouldn't want to touch me anymore…”
“Is that what happened before?” Pope doesn't like that you nod. He's rationalizing killing Jack more and more everyday. Even when he definitely shouldn't…
“You were frustrated because we had been trying for so long but nothing changed. Sex became kind of…tedious for you, I guess.” You try not to think about how passionless it felt after a while.
The sex you used to have is nothing like the sex you're having now. You feel a bit guilty that you like him without his memories way more than you did before.
“How could it be tedious to hold my wife?” He can't wrap his head around that.
It is a privilege, in Pope's mind, to be loved genuinely. He can see how much you love him. Sometimes it bothers him that when you look at him, you don't see him. You see the man he killed. But he sets that aside to be with you. This is the only way you'd ever choose him.
“I think I…” You shake your head. You shouldn't say this out loud. “Never mind.”
“You can tell me.” He doesn't want you to keep hiding things from him.
You slump a little. “I was acting too needy. You were always so tired and I felt like a bother for wanting to do more than just sex…”
“That'll change.” Pope will make sure of it. “I'll never be too tired for you.”
“Don't push yourself.” You're still worried about his broken rib. “You need to heal. Maybe we should take a break tonight.”
“What if I don't want to?” He'll respect your wishes but he's been wanting to touch you all day… “Is that okay?”
“Do you really like touching me?” You're unsure why you ask. You might just need reassurance after being so used to rejection.
“I do.” He loves how you look when you feel good. “I want to touch my wife.”
You've noticed he calls you his wife a lot. Like he's proud to be your husband. You find it cute.
“I want to touch you too.” You press your lips against his then breathe out, “I love having sex with you.”
You're a bit shy to admit it but you have enjoyed it a lot. Though, that could be because Pope doesn't stop after one round. He always manages to go another after making you cum a few times in between.
“Will you move back here?” He doesn't want you to keep living out of a suitcase forever. “So we can have sex everyday?”
You chuckle. “I don't think that's realistic.”
“Why not?” He pulls you over to straddle his lap, sitting up in bed.
You can feel how hard he is through his sweats since you're not wearing any underwear. It seems wasteful to when he's just going to pull them off anyways.
“I'll move back but don't force yourself. I'm happy just being held by you again.” You snuggle your face against the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of his freshly washed skin. “I'm glad we can be this close again.”
Pope grabs your chin and lifts it so you're looking at him when he says, “I want to fuck you until you're pregnant with my child.”
“That might not happen.” You bite your lip to stop yourself from sighing.
“Doesn't matter. I'm still going to try.” He leans in to kiss you and you love the way he grinds his hips up to tease you.
You crave him now. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you. You feel empty without it.
“I want you already.” You want him to slide in right now.
Pope shakes his head. “Not yet. You're not ready.”
“I'm ready.” You're very wet. You have been thinking about him all day…
“Show me then.” He tells you and your face heats.
“How?”
“I want to see how many fingers you can fit inside of you.” He takes your hand and brings it between your legs. “Show me you're ready to take my cock.”
You've never done this before. The thrill of it makes the butterflies in your stomach bounce around. You lean back, so he can see more clearly. Then, you slip a finger inside. It doesn't feel like anything, not after you've been fucked by his fingers and his cock these last few days. So you add another, then another. You're a bit tighter now with three fingers inside of you. Again, they don't compare to when he does it.
“Is that all you can take?” Pope lays his hand on top of yours, pushing your fingers further into you. “I think you can take more.”
You're not prepared for him to slide one of his fingers inside of you while yours are still there. It's a much tighter fit now. Especially when he adds another finger. You go to move yours out but he grabs your wrist with his free hand, holding you there.
“I want to feel you cum like this.” He demands as his fingers thrust deeper inside of you than yours can. “So you know how your pussy feels after you cum.”
Pope curls his fingers and you tense up when he rubs that spot inside of you that makes you feel faint. Your fingers unconsciously move too. You want to cum already, the orgasm building quicker than you thought it would.
“Almost there.” He tells you're close because your hips are grinding against his fingers. “You can do it. Cum for me.”
You had no clue how much your pussy tightens up after you cum. You can feel how it squeezes your fingers the moment you do, making it difficult to move them.
Difficult for you, but not for Pope.
He pulls your fingers out so he has free reign to finger you through your orgasm relentlessly. You're already getting close to another one. But you don't want just his fingers.
You pull yourself more forward on his lap so you can feel his cock beneath you. He catches how greedy you're being.
“Do you want me inside of you that much?” He asks as he stretches you out with his fingers, making you bite back a whimper.
“Yes, please.” You beg because you can't wait anymore.
“Alright then.” He pulls his fingers out of you then has you watch him lick them clean. “Take what you want.”
Pope kicks off his pants and then pulls off his shirt, letting you see him completely naked. You pull off your shirt as well because it's getting way too hot in here to have clothes on. You line yourself up above his cock and then slowly sink down. You use his shoulders for leverage as you start to ride him, moving up and down at a pace that sends shockwaves through you.
You nearly cum when he leans forward to suck and bite your nipples, playing with your chest when you fuck him. The dual stimulation is unlike anything you've felt before. You and Jack have never done anything like this before. He's never been rough with you.
Not the way Pope has been slowly working you towards. He marks your skin with love bites. He nibbles on your sensitive nipples until they're hard enough for him to swirl his tongue around. He pinches your clit with his fingers as you ride him, launching you straight into an orgasm.
You glance over to the mirror in the bedroom, which gives you a very clear side view of how you're bouncing on top of him. That alone makes you cum again and you watch yourself cum. Pope sees you staring at the reflection of the two of you, your eyes glazed over from how hard you just came.
So, he lifts you off of him and then picks you up, dragging you right over to the mirror. He places your hands on the sides of the full length mirror and then points at it.
“Look carefully.” Pope says, dipping his hand between your legs to spread your pussy for you to see. “Look at how wet you are.”
You can see how you're dripping between your legs, your clit practically twitching, aching to be touched. Then you watch as his cock rams into you, filling you up completely from behind. You gasp when you see yourself squirt right onto the mirror. It happens again when he pulls all the way out and thrusts entirely back inside.
“Do you like watching yourself cum?” He asks right into your ear.
“Yes.” You grip the mirror harder for balance. “Make me cum again. I want to see it.”
Pope grabs your hips and starts fucking you at a pace you've never felt before. It's rough and the sounds are incredibly erotic. Skin on skin, his cock slamming into you without a care. You look in the mirror, at the way he's staring at you, his gaze so intense.
You watch his lips curve into a smile when you cum so hard, you squirt on the mirror again. Seeing yourself cum like this is humiliating and yet you don't want it to end. You love how much he's pushing you to your very limits.
“You're making such a mess.” He shoves you closer to the mirror, so you can see what you've done. “Are you going to clean it up?”
You feel his hand pressing down on your back. You slide your hands down, shifting your upper body until you're bent forward. Your face is hovering right over where you came.
“Go on, clean it up.” He gestures to the mirror.
You don't know what he's expecting you to do.
Not until he says, “you need to learn how good you taste.”
Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears when you glide your tongue along the slick you've spilled on the mirror. You moan as Pope starts fucking you again. You don't even register what you taste like. You just lap it up because you can see how heated it makes him. You want him to keep looking at you like that.
“Tell me when you're close.” He instructs. “Don't cum until I tell you to.”
You definitely feel like you're almost there. So when you know you won't be able to hold it in any longer, you tell him, “I need to cum.”
Right at that moment, Pope hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you up, spreading you wide in front of the mirror. You watch the way his cock rams up into you over and over again, this position forcing him so deep inside of you because you keep sinking down onto him. The way his cock slides all the way out of you, letting you really see how big he is, then slams back inside of you makes you convulse uncontrollably.
You can't stop yourself from screaming when your orgasm hits and you squirt with every thrust of his cock. “I can't stop cumming!”
“Don't stop.” He tells you, his eyes glued to your reflection, to the way he's fucking you so ruthlessly that you're cumming past your limits.
The floor is soaked beneath Pope. You were like a fountain as he fucked you. You still are because he's not finished yet.
“I can't—” You keep cumming so hard that your vision is getting blurry. “I'm going to—”
Pope tosses you onto the edge of the bed and then buries himself inside of you, bringing your knees up to your chest. He makes you hold onto them so he can grab your hips and pound into you while he's looking you right in the eyes.
“Say you love me.” He won't cum until you do.
“I love you.” You say without any hesitation.
Your eyes roll back into your head when you feel him release everything inside of you, warmth pumping into you in waves. You cum from him filling you to the very brim.
“You're going to get pregnant.” Pope tells you with such determination in his voice. “There won't be a day that goes by that you aren't filled with my cum.”
That's a crazy thing to say. Having this kind of intense sex everyday can't possibly be doable. And yet, you're aching for more.
You pull him down to kiss you, needing to feel his lips on yours. You sigh against them and say, “promise?”
“I promise.” He lays down and wraps his arms around you, kissing you deeper than before. “I love you, my beautiful wife.”
You feel the creep of need inching up. You want this to last forever. You want this passion from him forever.
So, you make sure that you will not be getting pregnant, not even by some miracle. You get back on the pill and you leave it at work so he doesn't know.
It's better this way.
It's been three months since the accident. Pope has finally gained access to Jack's bank details since the doctors have not seen any progress with his memory loss. There's more money than Pope had originally thought. Makes sense though, since Jack was a workaholic.
He has been slowly withdrawing small amounts of cash every so often, putting it aside in a go bag just in case. He doesn't want to leave but there is always a chance you will figure out that he's deceiving you. Or he'll end up telling you the truth one day and he needs to be prepared for that to ruin everything.
The guilt is getting to him. You seem so in love with him that it's starting to hurt. You are so easy to love, too. You enjoy everything Pope does for you. He doesn't understand how Jack could mess this up.
You're lovelier every single day.
You have officially moved back in. He likes the smell of your clothes in the closet. It muffles the smell of Jack's clothes, a smell that still hasn't gone away even after several wash cycles. You no longer have that other apartment.
You're back home now.
The two of you have a routine going. Pope wakes up early, like he always does, and makes breakfast. You eat it whenever you wake up then get ready for work. There's always a kiss goodbye before you leave for the day. While you're at work, Pope goes to the gym and then researches possible places to hit that are on the outskirts of the city. If he can do it, he'll finish a job that day too. He is smart enough not to rob anywhere near home.
While he's out, he runs errands and picks up groceries and maybe a little surprise for you. He likes how happy you look whenever he gives you something. By the time he's home, he cleans up and reorganizes until you're home. Then, the two of you have dinner, wash up and have sex before falling asleep. There hasn't been a day that this routine has been broken, other than the weekends where you're off work so the two of you go out together. Pope enjoys your dates. He has learned so much about you.
But, it has been three months and still, you're not pregnant. There was always a chance Pope could also be infertile like Jack but he never really thought he would be. He has done plenty of research and the two of you have had plenty of unprotected sex. So, he's always surprised when you tell him you've gotten your period.
He doesn't like the look on your face when you tell him. It's the few times you'll look at him with fear in your eyes. You're scared he's going to get frustrated with you so he has to reassure you that he won't. There's nothing you could do that would make him angry.
Pope doesn't let his anger out. He punches it off at the gym. He's thankful no one uses it. He can be there for hours, punching away at the bag in the corner, letting out anything that's pent up inside of him. He has a lot pent up inside of him. He can't burn it off with just sex, unfortunately.
As for you, you have been torn about the birth control pills. You stare at them when you're at work, wondering if this will be the month you stop taking them. You should just stop taking them because Jack is infertile so there's no way you'd get pregnant anyways. But you have this strange inkling that the moment you're off of them, you'll get pregnant.
It's a ridiculous thought but…you listen to your gut. Because there is something different about Jack. More than just something. A lot of things. You're worried the accident has knocked a few screws loose in his head. The receptionist at your apartment building told you that he spends hours at the gym, just hitting the punching bag. You figure it's harmless. He must be bored since he's jobless for a bit.
You've been helping him figure out the steps to relearn medicine. Thankfully, it's not like he has to redo everything. There are re-entry programs for doctors who have not practiced in a while. They are several years long but still shorter than going fully back to school. The board has suspended his license indefinitely but he can test to unsuspend it once he has enough schooling and can demonstrate that he has regained enough knowledge to practice again.
Pope was a bit hesitant, at first, over the idea of becoming a doctor. He was never very good at school. But then, you tell him something that sparks his interest.
“You know, you don't have to go back to emergency medicine.” You casually talk about it over dinner. “Maybe you can consider other fields. It would help our future kid if you went into pediatrics.”
He laughs inside at the idea of him as a pediatrician but…Pope isn't Pope. He's Jack Abbot and Jack Abbot can be whatever doctor he wants to be. So, he decides he will start the re-entry program.
It makes you happy when he tells you his plans. You help him apply for disability, so he doesn't go without pay while he studies. You, of course, will help out since you're working and your job is currently more stable now that investors have been coming in droves.
“What exactly does your startup do?” Pope is curious because he has never asked. You don't like talking about work with him. It's one of the topics that sparks that fear in your eyes, so he had avoided it but he does want to know.
The two of you are having a lazy Saturday. You're laying in bed with him, snuggled against his bare chest. Neither of you are dressed and neither of you want to leave the apartment.
You lean into him, feeling more comfortable talking to him about work. “It's a biotech startup. The founders are these geniuses who create these products that “will revolutionize the modern world”.”
“Like what?” Pope starts to kiss down your neck and you know where this is going.
You keep talking as he moves down your body, “we recently sold this machine that can turn any solid pill into a drinkable packet. Imagine a ketchup packet but it's medicine.”
“Mmm.” He nods against your thigh, his lips trailing down. “Imagine dipping your fries in your Xanax.”
You laugh way too hard at that. Then your breath stops in your throat when his tongue drags up along your folds. You slip your hand into his hair, gripping onto it as he swirls your clit with those methodical circles of his. He knows exactly how you like it.
That's why he knows how to tease you to get you wriggling with need. “Please, let me cum.”
“Tell me more about work.” He wants you to talk while he does this.
“Seriously?” You chew on your lip when he stares back at you with that heated gaze of his. “Okay, um, we're developing something for the police right now.”
“What is it?” Pope dips two fingers inside of you, watching as your back arches from being filled.
“I shouldn't…” You gasp when he drags his fingertips along that spot inside of you that makes you want to cum right away but he moves away before you can.
“I won't tell anyone.” He doesn't have anyone to tell.
“Will you let me cum if I tell you?” You're getting desperate.
Pope smiles at you. “Of course. I want to see my wife cum lots today.”
“It's a camera.” You swallow back your moan when his lips seal around your clit at the same time as he thrusts his fingers deeper.
“Keep going.” His eyes are locked on yours when he starts to suck your clit.
It's hard to talk when he's torturing you like this but you press on, “it can scan a space and the AI will try to replicate what the crime scene looks like at different stages.”
“Technology has come very far.” He says with a smile. “Now you will too.”
You tug him closer to you by his hair as your orgasm hits, your hips grinding against his face and his fingers so it can last longer. You're bathing in unbelievable bliss.
It only gets better when he climbs on top of you and you see him line his cock up. You spread your pussy wide so it's easy for him to slip right in. You pull him down towards you, your hands roaming all over his skin while your lips meet his. You love kissing him, especially when he's rolling his hips against yours, drawing out moans from you. You both stay like that until he cums inside of you and you cum from the feeling of it. The gentle love making is as good as the rougher sex. Both make you feel incredible.
Pope kisses your temple before getting up, going over to the closet. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?” You sit up as best you can when he comes over with a cute little gift bag. “What is it?”
“Open it.” He hands it to you and then sits down beside you. “I hope you like it.”
You hide how excited you are. He has been giving you a lot of gifts lately.
But nothing could've prepared you to pull out a little black velvet box from the bag. You look at him and he gestures for you to open it. You do and… “Oh my god.”
“I figured we should start fresh.” He takes the box with the gorgeous ring inside of it then kneels in front of you. “Will you stay married to me?”
“Jack…” You can't believe this. This is so romantic. “Of course I will.”
Pope takes off your old wedding ring then swaps it for the new one. He wants you to wear something that he got you. He kisses your ring once it's on your finger. He'll pawn the old ring one of these days, since he doesn't want to think about it ever again.
You are his wife. Not Jack's.
“I love you so much.” He tells you and you immediately pull him in for a big hug.
“I love you so much.” You don't hide your smile then. “I'm so happy.”
“I like seeing you happy.” He says before he kisses you. “You're all mine.”
“Always.” You give him a squeeze. “You're the best.”
You two spend the rest of the day watching TV on the couch. Pope feels his heart warm every time you look at your new ring. It suits you, this happiness. He wants to keep it this way because he has never been happier.
The energy shifts when he sees a pained expression on your face and then you point to the screen, “can we change it to something else? I always feel so bad for the animals when I watch these nature shows.”
Pope glances at the screen. A vulture is digging into the corpse of a furry animal. Must be a coyote or something. His eyes are drawn to the way the vulture is pulling its flesh apart.
“Jack?” You shake him a little. “Are you actually watching?”
“No.” He turns his attention back towards you. “You can change it.”
“Do you remember liking shows like that as a kid?” You change the channel to a sports game.
“Yeah, I watched them all the time.” He nods, thinking about how his mother, Smurf, would just let him sit in front of the TV all day and watch animals kill each other. It was a great way to pass the time for him.
You get up from the couch then and tell him, “I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom.”
He watches you leave then turns his gaze back to the TV. He wonders if the vulture finished devouring that corpse.
You close the bathroom door and lock it. You walk up to the sink, staring at your reflection. There's panic in your eyes.
Because Jack hated those nature shows. He always avoided them. He told you that he would leave the living room when he was a kid whenever his dad would watch them. He found it repulsive.
So…what is going on?
You look down at the ring on your finger. A pit is forming in your stomach.
Who the hell is sitting in your living room right now?
And why does he look like Jack…
You get startled when Pope knocks on the door. He tries the doorknob but it's locked.
“Everything okay?” He's confused because you haven't locked the door like this in a while.
“Uh, yeah.” You need to make something up. “I'm just feeling a little nauseous. Probably because we haven't eaten much yet.”
“Why did you lock the door?”
“I didn't want you to see me puking. I'm okay, I promise.” You are definitely not okay. “Just give me a few minutes.”
“I'll order some soup for delivery and I'll bring you a glass of water. I'll leave it outside the door.” Pope goes to do that.
You wait until you can't hear his footsteps anymore and then you let out the choked sob you've been holding in. Different scenarios run through your head.
But only one of them makes sense.
Whoever is out there isn't Jack.
Even if Jack truly lost all his memories, he wouldn't suddenly gain new ones. That man you've been sleeping with is a completely different person.
You can see all the signs now, all the differences you had just been ignoring. He's bigger than your Jack. Stronger, scarier, rougher. He may treat you gently but…there's a darkness in him that you've been avoiding thinking about. Like how sometimes, he'll just sit up in the middle of the night. He thinks you're asleep so he doesn't know you've seen him just sit there for hours. You thought it was just trauma from the accident.
You never thought it could be because he was someone else entirely.
You dip your hand between your legs, feeling how wet you are from when he came inside of you earlier. You pull your hand out to look at the slick that coats your fingers. You feel sick.
You open the toilet cover and puke. At least now you aren't lying. You've been letting some stranger fuck you for the last three months. And you liked it.
You more than just liked it. You loved it. You craved it. You thought about him almost every moment of every day.
You wanted to have his baby…
“Fuck.” You wipe your mouth, flushing the toilet.
You're glad you were taking those birth control pills. You don't know what you would've done if you found this out while pregnant.
What do you do now, though?
You curl into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest as you sit on the floor of your bathroom. You look at the ring on your finger. You think about how happy you were when he gave it to you.
Do you…love this other man?
You shake off that thought. That's ridiculous. You don't know anything about this guy. None of this was real. He must be playing you. This must be some kind of long con.
But why would he…kiss you so lovingly if it was all a ploy?
You crawl over to the cabinet under the sink, grabbing one of the pregnancy tests. You take it, then you wait. You sob into your hands, the nerves getting to you.
When enough time passes, you check. You don't know if you're relieved or not to have it come back negative. You rinse yourself off after, needing to wash away the feeling between your legs.
Once you're dried off and your pajama pants are back on, you collapse into yourself again, sitting back on the floor with a thud. You choke back another sob when you hear the door open. Pope drops to his knees in front of you, cupping your face with his hands.
“Are you okay?” He asks you in such a soft tone that your heart aches. “What's wrong?”
You don't know what to say. There's so many things wrong.
But you settle on telling him, “I'm not pregnant.”
You show him the pregnancy test then toss it into the trash can before you can't hold back the tears anymore. He wipes your tears away and then sits down, pulling you onto his lap. You hate that you lean into his embrace, letting him hold you as you cry. He rubs your back so gently.
“It's okay.” He kisses the top of your head. “There's no rush.”
You look him in the eyes and ask, “do you still love me?”
“Of course.” It hurts him seeing you so distraught. “I'd love you even if we never had children. We don't have to. I'm happy just like this.”
You don't feel any kind of deception. He doesn't look like he's lying. But maybe he's just a really good liar…
“For how long?” You hiccup, the sobs making it difficult to talk. “You won't be like this forever. You won't love me forever…”
“I made a vow.” He takes your left hand, kissing your ring. “I will love you forever.”
“Then tell me who you are.” Your words catch him by surprise.
You wait for him to lie again. You wait for him to tell you this was all fake and he just wanted to fuck with you until he had his fill.
You wait, then he tells you, “I'm not Jack Abbot.”
And everything falls apart.
Pope slipped up somewhere. He should've realized it would happen sooner or later. He just didn't think it would happen like this. With you crying in his arms.
“Then who are you?” You need to know the truth. “Where's my husband?”
That question pierces through his heart like a blade. His answer does the same to you, “he's dead.”
You cover your mouth, sobbing into your palm, before asking, “did you…”
Pope nods. “I killed him.”
“Why?” You can't believe it. Jack's dead…
“I needed a new identity.” That's the honest truth. “And I stumbled onto him while I was walking around. He looked just like me. He lived alone. I thought it would be an easy swap. No one would miss him.”
“So you just…killed him?” You don't even know what to think.
You don't even know why you're not repulsed by him. You're still sitting on his lap, clinging onto him for comfort. You should feel disgusted…but you don't.
“It was peaceful, I promise.” Pope injected Jack while he was asleep. He never woke up.
“What about the car accident?”
“I had to destroy the body and cause a reason for amnesia.” It was well-planned.
“So, would you have just…pretended to not remember forever?” You don't hide your hurt. “Would you have pretended to love me until you got tired of it?”
“I wasn't pretending.” He brushes his fingers along your jaw and you hate that you let him. “I love you.”
You shake your head, not believing it. “You don't. You just needed a good cover.”
“It would've been easier to keep my cover if I didn't love you.” He wouldn't have this risk if he had just let you remain estranged.
“I don't…know what to…” You're at a loss.
Because you should hate this man. You should run far away. You should kill him for killing Jack.
But your body clings to him. To the idea that maybe he does love you.
You've been wanting to be loved for so long…
“I can go.” Pope tells you, full of remorse. “I can leave you alone. You'll never have to see me again. I'm sorry.”
“Don't go.” You say that without thinking it through.
You don't want him to go. You don't want to lose this. You were finally happy…
“I'm not your husband. I'm not Jack.” He believes you're just saying this because you see him as the man you fell in love with and married. You don't see him.
“Who are you then?” You hold his face in your hands. “Tell me.”
He swallows and you can feel the way his neck tenses when he admits, “my name is Andrew Cody. Most people call me Pope. You could look me up…but you won't like what you find out.”
“Andrew.” When his name leaves your lips, Pope doesn't want to ever let you go.
“Say my name again.” He has to hear it.
You shouldn't listen to him but you do as he asks. “Andrew.”
He pulls you to rest his forehead against yours then he can't help himself. He kisses you. Again and again. He expects you to pull away but you don't. You don't want to.
You kiss him back, even though you know you shouldn't. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let it tangle with yours. You are filled with need. You want him to touch you.
That's why you don't stop him when he picks you up and takes you to bed, his lips never leaving yours. He lays you down at the edge, then he kneels in front of you, tugging off your pants. You sink your hand into his hair as he eats you out exactly the way you like.
You breathe out his real name when you cum. Pope is harder than he has ever been. It's impossible not to be. He stays between your legs, his tongue slipping in and out of you. He wants you to keep moaning his name.
You lift his head off of you so he can look at you when you ask him, “do you like making me cum, Andrew?”
“I love it.” He drags his tongue along your folds, making you shiver all over. “I love how you taste.”
“Make me believe you.” Because you're still scared he's faking it.
So, for the next hour, Pope dotes on you, making you cum over and over again with his tongue. By the time you're completely spent, his lips are swollen and you love the way he looks. You're overstimulated and incredibly sensitive but you can't stop here.
You push him off of you and then get up, turning around then laying on your stomach. You spread your pussy wide in front of his face and demand, “fuck me, Andrew.”
Pope stands up immediately and pulls off his pants, kicking them aside. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down, coating himself in your slick. You bite the sheets, your legs shaking from how sensitive the skin is after he ate you out for an hour. He doesn't give you what you want though.
“Please.” You beg, moaning when he drags his cock over your clit. “I need you.”
“Am I your husband?” He pushes the tip of his cock inside of you for just a second but pulls out right away, pulling a whine from your lips. “Tell me.”
“You're my husband.” You say with your whole heart. “And I'm your wife, Andrew.”
“Does my wife want her husband to fuck her?” He pushes your thighs together so he can slide his cock between them, rubbing up against your pussy, making you crave him more.
“Yes, please.” You know the moment he's inside of you, you're going to cum so hard. You're desperate for it.
“Are you sure?” He lines his cock up at your entrance. “I could get you pregnant.”
“Please, I want to have your baby.” You don't hold in your desires anymore. “Please get me pregnant.”
You haven't taken your pill today yet. You won't. You'll let him fuck a baby into you. You want it.
“I'm not stopping until one of those tests comes back positive.”
You scream his name when he rams his cock inside of you. You scream it over and over again as he pounds into you, his hand slipping over your waist to hold onto your lower stomach. The pressure builds inside of you when he kneads your lower stomach, making you too aware of how hard he's pounding against your womb.
You grip the sheets hard enough to tear them when your orgasm shoots through you. You're practically drooling when he keeps fucking you through it, scraping against every spot inside of you that drives you wild. Your inner thighs are soaked from how hard you came.
“Turn around.” Pope pulls out of you so you can flip over and look at him. “Keep your eyes on me.”
You nod, locking eyes with him when he grabs your legs, pinning them to his chest as he slams his cock back inside of you. You arch your back, helping him angle deeper inside of you.
“Touch yourself.” He snaps at you and you listen.
Your whole body heats up from how rough he's fucking you while you tease your sensitive clit, rubbing it until you unravel completely. You can feel how tight you've gotten.
Pope loves how you're milking his cock. Your body doesn't lie. You want him to cum inside of you. You want him.
Because he's your husband now.
“Do you want my cum?” He smiles at how glazed over your eyes are staring back at him.
“Yes.” You need to feel him spill inside of you.
“Say “We can't, Andrew. You're not my real husband.””
You lick your lips and then tell him, “we can't, Andrew. You're not my real husband.”
He pushes your legs back towards your chest then slams his cock deep inside of you the moment he says, “I'm your husband now. Say it.”
“You're my husband now.” You feel the tension building in your lower stomach with every rough thrust. This angle sends you into a frenzy.
“Who fucks you better: me or Jack?” Pope won't cum unless you say him.
“You.” You claw at his arms, your orgasm hitting you all of a sudden when you admit that.
You say his name over and over again as he cums inside of you, your mind going fuzzy from how full you feel. He drops your legs then hovers over you, his hands at either side of your head. He stares down at you, breathless.
You reach up, caressing his face. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm. You let him trail down your arm until he's right above your face.
“Do you love me?” Pope breathes out against your lips. “Because I love you. Even if you hate me.”
“I love you, Andrew.” You pull him in so you can feel his forehead rest against yours. “Promise me you won't stop loving me.”
“I will love you forever.” He seals that promise with a kiss. “My beautiful wife.”
You look at him, at his face that's so similar to Jack's, and then say, “you are my husband now.”
Pope nods. He is your husband.
Until the day you die…
A/N: I haven't written anything shorter form in a while so this was a lot of fun for me! Hope you enjoyed the morally ambiguous read ✿
Update (as of 04/25/26): This fic has a sequel now! It's called "There's Something Wrong with Andrew Cody", so if you liked this, definitely check that out! ♡
amateur hour - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
word count: 3.8k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, fauxcest (you call him “dad” and he calls you “kid”/”kiddo”), age gap, mean!titus (he’s very angry with you…), spoiled brat!reader, sex work/stripping (but you're doing it to piss off your dad!), brat taming, unprotected sex, bdsm, sex toy usage, dry humping, breeding kink, forced orgasms, rape baiting (you really want titus to fuck you oop!), cnc/rape roleplay, squirting, fingerfucking, cockwarming, spanking, pussy slapping, one face slap, hair pulling, public sex (in the middle of the strip club!), exhibitionism, masked sex (titus wears a mask bc it's theme night at the club!), voice modulation, humiliation/degradation kink (he calls you a whore!), size difference, mass murder (you've been warned lmao…), blood and gore, gun violence, arson, again this is just fucked up porn, titus really is just such a great father isn't he?
summary: what happens when your dad catches you stripping during amateur night at one of his clubs?
he reminds you that you're his kid to play with…
a/n: this one is for my exhibitionist lovelies bc he will be fucking you in the middle of the strip club for all eyes to see! I will say this one is very cnc/rape roleplay heavy so beware for those who are squeamish!
hope it's a sick read ♡
Titus Danforth has told you time and time again to stop being a spoiled fucking brat and to quit testing his patience but you keep pushing him.
Because again, for the fifth time in a row, you decide to strip at one of the amateur nights at one of his clubs.
And he decides he's done being the understanding stepfather figure.
He's going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget.
Which starts by letting you strip for the very last time in front of an audience before he makes sure you never want to do it again.
But he doesn't know that what he's about to do will only make you want him more…
Your stepfather has no idea how much you enjoy pissing him off.
It's been one of your favorite pastimes, especially once you became an adult and were allowed to enter his clubs.
Of course, you weren't supposed to. And it always led to every bouncer mysteriously disappearing after they were dumb enough to let you through the doors. Titus had to take care of them. They were recklessly ignoring direct orders after all. He had instructed all his employees not to let you in and yet it still happened, even after the rumors spread of how he was willing to off them for doing so.
But you were such a smooth talker.
A rebellious little pain in his ass.
You always found your way in, one way or another.
It only got worse when you started joining in on these amateur nights. You'd show off all those dance lessons the Danforths paid good money to put you through all your life.
In real life, you were some rich kid who was listless and had no real purpose since everything was handed to you on a silver platter. But on that stage, you were just a girl who liked to dance and show off the body that your devilish mother forced you to curate your whole life.
If you had to maintain this body for the sake of appearances, why not let the world see it?
Even if it meant making your dad very angry…
The first time he caught you, he scolded you for hours and you smiled the whole time. You liked the attention. You liked his attention.
You liked seeing how his brows would furrow and those wrinkles on his face would grow ever present. You liked the flush of red he'd get when you'd spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your pussy through the thin little g-string you were wearing at the club.
He never had you get dressed. He always yelled at you while you were still wearing your stripper outfit.
And he always got hard.
And he always jerked himself off after to the thought of pinning you down and fucking the smirk off your face.
That's why the second time you did it, he did exactly that.
“You didn't understand the last time I told you to stop, kiddo? Then don't scream for me to stop now, because I won't listen, just like you didn't.”
Titus grabbed you off that stage and threw you into the back of his limo and sunk his fingers into your tight pussy and fingerfucked you until you were screaming for him to stop.
But he didn't stop.
And you didn't want him to.
“My kid is such a fucking whore.” He said as he smacked your clit until it was swollen and you were dripping between your legs. “Look at you squirting all over my nice leather seats. Do you cum like this for anyone?”
No. You definitely don't.
Only for your dad…
Because you've always wanted to fuck Titus.
Ever since he killed your mother for trying to marry you off to some scumbag on your 18th birthday. You've wanted him since then. He has always protected you, even from himself.
You were grateful he was no longer holding back.
But he wouldn't cross the line.
Even the third time you disobeyed him and stripped in his club, he only tied you down and made you cum until you couldn't squirt anymore. He wouldn't fuck you, not with his cock.
The fourth time he strapped you down and had a dildo thrusting into you so agonizingly slow using a sex machine. He made you beg for him to fuck you if you wanted to cum.
“Please, dad, I want you to fuck me. I want my dad’s cock inside of me, please.” That's what he made you say over and over again, all night long while that dildo pounded inside of you.
But he wouldn't give you his cock.
He just wanted to hear you say it for the recording device in his pocket.
Titus has cum to that recording every night since then. And he debated for a long time if he should finally give into his urges of fucking his stepdaughter.
He refrained because for some reason, at least for a few months, you were well behaved. You didn't strip anymore. You even went with him on trips and actually enjoyed yourself.
You acted like the perfect daughter to him, greeting his business partners with a smile on your face, talking about how much you love your dad and how good he is to you.
He wondered why you were being like this.
There had to be a catch.
And there was, of course.
Because on the trips where you and Titus shared a room, you would slide into his bed and bother him. You would get all handsy and he'd have to tie your wrists together to get you to stop. You’d get all whiny and pouty and he'd have to eat you out until you promised to behave like a good little girl again.
He just had to, it wasn't his choice!
Positive reinforcement!
But it only made you more greedy…
You started climbing onto his lap every time he sat down anywhere in the Danforth Manor. You'd grind yourself against him, moaning in his ear, begging him to unzip his pants and just fuck you already.
He wanted to.
He desperately wanted to.
But he felt like this was all a game to you.
That none of this was real desire and that the moment he gave into your advances, you'd throw him away.
He needed a guarantee that you'd be all his, forever.
He wasn't going to fuck you for any less.
So, Titus let you be a needy little girl, dry humping him until you cum on his lap, making fun of you for making such a mess. You reveled in his degradation, in the way he made you feel so small and filthy.
But it wasn't enough.
You had thought that behaving well would get you what you want but your dad seems adamant on keeping you at arm’s length. He'll make you cum like crazy but he refuses to let you touch him. You beg for him to at least let you suck him off or even just jerk him off but he won't let you.
And you're slowly getting tired of his bullshit.
Which is why when you hear that there's a themed amateur night coming up at one of the clubs, you decide it's time to be a brat again.
It's a masquerade theme. Everyone is wearing masks in the club, including the strippers. You have on a mask that covers your whole face but an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination.
That's why when Titus sees you grinding on the metal pole in the center of the club, he starts fucking fuming.
He'd know that body anywhere.
He has fantasized about you enough to know exactly what pretty little girl is twirling on that center pole right now.
You knew he'd be there at this club tonight. He loves masquerade night because he can check up on his employees without them knowing.
But he has to reveal himself to a singular employee, the DJ, so that they can make an announcement for him. They wouldn't dare say a word about what Titus is about to do, or they know their life is over.
The music cuts out of nowhere and you're a bit confused. Everyone else in the club is too. The lights dim a little darker and now there's a spotlight pointed directly on you.
You're stunned, wondering what's going on.
Then, the DJ says, “we have a very special performance tonight. But be warned, it's going to get more than just a little graphic. So if you plan on being a buzzkill, please leave now!”
Of course, no one leaves. Why would they? It's very rare that people get to see something like this, something unexpected and out of the blue. The same reason people can't peel their eyes away from a car accident.
Curiosity rules them.
But what exactly is it that they're about to be shown? And why are you still on stage?
You go to get off the stage but a familiar voice stops you.
It's Titus, saying through the headset microphone he's wearing, “wait a second kiddo, don't get off the stage. You're the star of this performance. You need to stay put.”
What the hell is he planning—
His voice modulates all of a sudden, growing eerie, robotic, scary, “I need you to spread your legs for the audience.”
You shake your head, watching as he weaves through the crowd to approach you. He's wearing a very creepy mask.
It's like an android’s face has melted off…
It goes on theme with the way his voice cuts in and out with every word, “did you hear what I said? Spread your legs.”
You shake your head again, staring at him as he climbs on stage with a headset for you. He tugs you towards him by your throat and puts the headset on you, pinning it in place.
Now the whole audience can hear how heavily you're breathing…
And your breath gets caught in your throat when he says, “you're just a sex toy, kiddo. Let the audience see what you were made for.”
Titus has you pinned to the metal pole and he waits for you to spread your legs for him. You don't want to listen, so you shake your head and he slaps you, which has you looking at him with wide eyes through your mask.
“I won't ask again.” He says all low and the modulator has it coming out all creaky.
“Please don't do this, dad.” You whisper even though it doesn't stop the audience from hearing every word.
“You've wanted me to fuck you for so long and now you're acting like you don't want this?” He lets out such a menacing laugh in response.
“Not in front of all these people…” You glance around, seeing how many eyes are on you.
How many phone cameras are trained on you.
How your life would be fucking ruined if anyone figures out who you are and who Titus is.
“You don’t get to pick where your dad fucks you, kiddo.” He nudges your legs apart with his own, forcing them to stay open.
You realize that now. You definitely are not in control.
And it's the hottest thing you've ever experienced.
Is your stepfather really going to fuck you in front of all these people?
You might as well make him work for it.
So, you shove him and try to run, screaming, “please help, he's going to rape me—!”
Titus grabs you by your hair, tugging you back towards him, his strength showing when he tosses you back towards the pole with ease. “Don't make me cuff you to it.”
The moment you hear the metal of those handcuffs, you scramble, trying to get away again, but he pins you to the pole with his body before grabbing your wrist and cuffing you to it.
“Please, help me.” You look out into the audience, giving them all pleading eyes, staring into all those camera lenses pointed at you. “He's actually going to rape me. Are you really going to film this?”
The audience whispers amongst themselves. They're unsure if this is part of the show or not. Little do they know, none of it is choreographed.
It's all just Titus wanting to fuck up his stepdaughter until you're so ruined that you won't ever want anyone else but him.
“They're not going to help you, kiddo.” He yanks your chin over, forcing you to look at him with that creepy mask on. “Quit begging for help and give them the show you always put on for me.”
“What are you talking about—!” You let out such a surprised yelp when you feel Titus's fingers rubbing your pussy through the thin fabric of the sheer panties you have on.
Oh god, is he going to—
Titus pushes the fabric aside and dips two of his fingers inside of you. Everyone in the audience gasps because you're certain they were not expecting this kind of show…
Especially when Titus curls his fingers and you start squirming and pleading for him to stop. But he doesn't stop. He knows you're about to cum. You're tightening so much around his fingers.
Do you really expect him to ignore how needy your pussy is for an orgasm? What kind of a father would he be if he ignored his daughter's needs!
“Please dad, stop, you have to stop!” You cry out as he starts fingering you faster. “Please, you're going to make me cum in front of all these people!”
“Good.” The creakiness from the modulation strikes fear into you as he says, “show them how much you like getting raped by your dad.”
You cum so hard on his fingers then that you keep squirting as he continues to fuck you roughly with his fingers and everyone watches it pool up in a puddle at the base of your stilettos.
You plead for him to stop fingering you but he doesn't listen to you.
“Maybe you should quit squirting like a fucking whore for all these people.” Titus berates you so harshly, you feel dizzy at his words. “You might slip on your own cum, kiddo.”
He pops his fingers out of you and you grab onto the pole for leverage, trying to quell the full body shakes you're feeling from how intense your orgasms just were. The sound of the handcuffs scraping the metal of the pole echoes through the club.
It's so quiet in here that all anyone can hear is Titus laughing and you panting.
“Look at the fucking mess you made.” He points at the evidence of how hard you came. “And she wants to claim I'm raping her. What a silly girl she is, isn't she?”
The audience is too stunned to respond, which only draws more menacing laughter from Titus.
“In case you need a reminder, you all consented to watching.” He looks around the crowd, acting as disturbing as ever. “No refunds if you get traumatized this evening!”
That's when you decide to ask, “are you seriously going to rape me today?”
Titus turns to look at you and the look in your eyes is not one of fear.
It's almost…pleading.
Because you've wanted him for so long that you're unsure if he's actually going to give you what you want.
Not until he lifts his mask just enough to expose his lips and does the same to yours before telling you, “I'm going to rape you until you can't cum on any other cock but mine.”
And Titus seals that promise with a sloppy kiss that has you moaning more than you should over a threat like that.
He chuckles at your reaction before whispering, “is it really rape if you like it?”
Titus pulls his mask back on and does the same for you before he unbuttons his slacks. But then you stop him before he can pull out his cock and say as quietly as you can, “grab a chair and let me give you a lap dance.”
“I like the way you think, kiddo.” He nuzzles your mask with his own in a weird kind of affection gesture before he moves away to grab a chair from one of the nearby tables, bringing it onto the stage.
Titus goes to uncuff you and then instructs, “show me a good time and maybe I won't rape you.”
He will either way, but if he's going to give the audience a show, he might as well throw in a little plot.
And you dance for him like your life really does depend on it.
You have the audience gasping and cheering at every motion you perform, and as much as it turns Titus on, it pisses him off even more.
Because no one else should be seeing you like this but him.
He may be using this to teach you a lesson, but it boils his blood more knowing that the people here are getting off to you as much as he is.
So, Titus needs to remind them that you belong to him and only him.
That's why when you turn around and shake your ass for him, Titus pulls out his cock and grabs your hips before sinking you down onto him. You gasp so loudly when you feel the tip of his cock push past your entrance, the thickness of it filling you up immediately.
“Sit down on your dad's lap, kiddo.” Titus snaps at you to obey.
You try but he's much bigger than you thought and you can only get him halfway before you need a break. The audience is staring with such intensity at you and Titus. Especially when he grabs your hips and rams you down onto his cock, splitting you open and making you cum so much harder than you thought you could.
“See, wasn't that easy?” He coos into your ear, the modulation of his voice still sending shivers down your spine.
“Too big…” You whimper out, wriggling on his lap, trying to slip away but he holds you steady.
“Just stay still and keep your dad's cock nice and warm while I make you cum again.” Titus slips his hand between your legs and starts rubbing your clit.
You're bracing yourself for another orgasm, your hands gripping the fabric of his slacks so tightly, your heart pounding in your ears as he tortures your swollen clit with his fingertips.
“Oh god, I'm going to cum.” You try to hold it in but it feels impossible. “You're going to make me cum in front of all these people again…”
“Don't act like it doesn't turn you on.” He smacks your clit in retaliation, making you quiver all over. “I know that's why you like to strip. You love being a little show off. My daughter is such a whore. So, cum like one.”
You do. You cum just from his fingers playing with your clit because the whole situation is enough to get you heated to your very core. You never thought you'd do anything like this in your life…
It's incredible.
It only gets better when Titus starts fucking you. He lifts you off his lap and throws you onto the chair. You cling onto the back of it, kneeling on the seat as he lines his cock back up to take you from behind, letting everyone see him ram his cock so deep inside of you that you cum instantly.
“You must really love getting raped, look at how much you're cumming already.” He tells you with such menace in his tone that it has you reeling, clinging to the back of the chair as he fucks you hard enough that the chair is shifting beneath you.
You're unable to hold back anymore. You just let him take you in front of all these people exactly how he has craved all this time.
And you love each and every second of it.
“Do you all like hearing my daughter moan like a whore?” Titus asks the audience as he smacks your ass hard, causing you to cum again from the roughness. “I think she likes knowing you all are watching. Give her a little cheer, will you?”
The audience listens, cheering at Titus spanking your ass while he continues thrusting so deep inside of you.
He smiles under his mask, feeling elated that the audience is just as sick as the two of you are.
Why else would they be so ready and willing to enjoy this kind of show?
Titus grabs your hair and yanks you back so he can tell you in a low whisper only you can hear, “beg for my cum, kiddo.”
“Please give me your cum.” You plead to him desperately. “Please get me pregnant. Please fuck me up for life, dad.”
And that's all Titus needs to hear for him to rip off your mask and his own before grabbing your face and kissing you while he pumps all of his cum as deep into you as he can.
You're left panting, pleasure and fear coursing through you.
Because everyone here has now seen who the two of you are.
A problem Titus quickly fixes when he pulls out of you and opens a hidden slot in the stage, grabbing an automatic rifle.
And you duck while he sprays down everyone in the audience with a mirage of bullets until the entire magazine is empty and everyone in the vicinity except for you and him are dead.
Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest when you see the aftermath. All the bodies, blood, bullets. You can't believe your eyes. Did your dad really just…
“I wasn't going to let them live.” He already killed the service in the club so it should be easy to wipe everyone's phones. “You should've known that, kid.”
You look up at him and much to his surprise, you nod, saying, “they weren't good people anyways. They watched my dad rape me and did nothing.”
“Exactly.” He gives you a big smile before pulling another rifle out from the stage, sliding it over to you. “Now help me clean up any stragglers.”
You and Titus light up the rest of the club before setting the whole place on fire. You both leave through a hidden exit and jam the doors from the outside so it looks like no one could get out even if they tried and everyone died because of the fire.
And Titus will pay off anyone he needs to for the police to ignore the bullet casings.
He'll do anything to protect his daughter, after all.
Since you're all his to protect now.
a/n: idk how I came up with this but lowkey I was craving writing something batshit crazy (and some fauxcest…gah!) plus I missed stepfather!titus sm!! this one was so fun to write bc I tried out kind of a new style hehe ~
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title: blooming days
dynamic: fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
tw: not dd:dne (shocking!), completely consensual (that's crazy…), fem!reader, polyamory (you get with them both!), they call you “princess”, pope and jack are tennis/pickleball enthusiasts and not twins (jack is pope's older brother this time!), reader has anxiety (like me!), domestic fluff/comfort, praise kink, threesome, protected sex (they hit it raw but you're on birth control lol!), humiliation/degradation kink, dry humping, begging, edging, squirting, fingerfucking, spitroasting, panty play, pussy slapping, size difference, lots of banter and teasing, they're lowkey bullies and goofballs (and you like it!), I'm being so mushy again gah!
context: you're in desperate need of a good fuck so you hit up an old friend with benefits and then end up with two boyfriends?!
wc: 6.7k
a/n: after everything that's been going on in my life, I figure I'd just write something loosely based on my own experience for my readers to indulge in with me!
this one lowkey is like a goofy but wholesome porn plot. I made jack the mischievous one and pope the more serious one this time hehe ~
hope it's a hot read ♡
You're a bit nervous to see Pope again. It's been over six months since you've last seen him, something you feel a little bad about but you're sure he appreciates the fact that you took the time to get yourself settled into a new place.
You're finally feeling ready to put yourself back out there, at least for a good time.
Especially when it seems like everyone else in your life is having their own fun.
You don't want to miss out so you decide it would be nice to see someone you've always been comfortable with.
Andrew “Pope” Cody, a friend you've had for a long time who has seen you through the worst versions of yourself and still somehow managed to stick around.
You owe a lot to Pope for being the one you could call in the middle of the night to come pick you up to keep you company while you're bawling your eyes out. He never made you feel lesser for having these anxiety attacks. He always took very good care of you.
Because he has always liked you, a lot.
So when you text him asking him if he'd like to meet up and do something together, Pope replies instantly, asking what you'd want to do. You tell him that a cup of coffee would be nice and then the two of you could decide from there.
Usually, how this goes, at least when you and Pope sleep together, is that the two of you either eat something first and then fuck or fuck and then eat something.
It's routine, simple, easy.
Nothing like how your day actually ends up going though…
Because the moment you see Pope, your eyes immediately trail the length of his body, staring at the way he has filled in his shirt, his muscles outlined by the soft fabric.
You have never been more nervous in your life…
You weren't expecting him to be so fit but he did tell you that he took up boxing recently and that he helped move in his older brother, Jack, who plays a lot of tennis. The two of them have been playing together most days, which is why Pope is more muscular than he was the last time you saw him.
He can tell you're nervous because you don't say anything when you get into his car.
“Everything alright?” He turns to you for a second before he starts the drive to your favorite cafe.
“You look really good, Andrew.” You blurt out your thoughts, embarrassment making your stomach knot up.
You open your mouth to try to pad what you just said but then Pope goes, “you look really good too.”
That has your whole body lighting up because as a subtle flirtation, you decided to wear a shirt Pope let you steal a while back and thin shorts, since you wanted him to know exactly what this meet up was for.
But now you're feeling more worked up than you were previously and it only gets worse when he parks at the cafe and has his muscular arm around your back as the two of you walk inside. The heat radiating off of him makes you a little dizzy, his hand imprinting its warmth into the side of your hip.
Has he always been this…big compared to you?
“What do you want?” He whispers into your ear while the two of you are in line and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you feel his hot breath on your skin.
You mumble your order when the two of you get to the register and Pope whips out a wad of cash from his pocket, setting down enough for your coffee plus tip and then guides you over to where the two of you can wait for your coffee.
His hand hasn't left your side and he likes that you're letting him keep it there.
Usually you don't.
It's not that you don't like public displays of affection but you try to keep more of a distance between yourself and someone you're just sleeping with, to lessen any growing attachment.
But…has Pope ever been “just” someone you're sleeping with?
You've always felt more for Pope than that but you never let yourself feel those feelings until right now. Maybe because you didn't think you deserved him. You still don't think you deserve him.
And yet, when your eyes lock with his and he leans down to kiss you, why do you kiss him back without minding that the two of you are in the middle of a busy cafe…
Your heart flutters when he moves away from your lips and says, “I missed kissing you.”
You missed it too. You missed him.
Something you're unsure if you are going to let yourself feel right now.
When your coffee is ready, Pope asks you if you'd like to come over to his place and meet his older brother, Jack. You remember Pope telling you about his doctor brother moving back into town after years away.
Jack wanted a change of scenery and the beautiful city of Oceanside has always been a place he was homesick for. Plus, the pay at this hospital is much better than the one back in Pittsburgh. He doesn't have to work the night shift anymore, though he still does. He has a better work-life balance here, which gives him room to pursue other interests.
Like you…
Because Pope had told Jack all about you. About the kind of sex the two of you have. About how much he wants to be with you but he doesn't want to make you nervous and scare you away. About how you confided in him that you would like to one day try fucking two men at once, though you doubted the opportunity would ever arise.
Until you get to Pope's place and meet his brother Jack, shaking his hand formally and introducing yourself.
Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears when his hand lingers in yours as he asks, “so what do the two of you plan on doing together today? Can I join?”
Now, your stomach seriously is in knots and your anxiety starts to peak…
Because this is Pope's older brother. You know for a fact that Pope had to have told Jack about you so Jack definitely knows what he's implying with his words.
And you were not mentally prepared to fuck two men today…
Which is why you don't answer him and instead ask Pope, "where's your bathroom again?”
Pope shows you where it is and you lock yourself in there, trying to catch your breath. You have your body leaned up against the door, doing the breathing exercises your therapist taught you, while you eavesdrop on them talking out there.
“You made her nervous.” Pope scolds Jack.
“She didn't say no.” Jack says back. “Maybe she's nervous because she wants us both.”
That is exactly why you're nervous…
It's not an understatement to say you're attracted to Pope. So, of course, you would be attracted to Jack, who is just an older version of Pope.
Two attractive men…wanting to sleep with you…
You feel like you're going to start hyperventilating. Your anxiety is through the roof and it's getting hard to breathe because you don't want to mess this up but you feel like you already have by acting this way.
Sometimes, you wish you weren't built like this. That you could just go with the flow and not think so deeply.
But…you are thinking deeply and you can't help it.
You're afraid that you'll end up liking this and then what? What will you do then?
Is it okay to—
You flinch when there's a knock at the door and you hear Pope's voice ask, “are you alright in there?”
You let out a sigh.
You can't keep hiding.
At least, not without explaining yourself a little.
So, you open the door and look up at Pope and tell him, “I think I just need a moment to myself. Can I borrow your room?”
Pope nods, leading you back there. Then, before he heads back out to the living room with Jack, he grabs a hold of your shoulders, rubbing them gently before being so sweet to you, “we don't have to do anything today so don't worry about it, okay? I'm just happy to see you.”
His words have your heart wanting to burst because you were not expecting that at all.
So, you apologize for behaving this way, “I'm sorry I'm acting all weird. I just…I'm so nervous all of a sudden.”
“That's okay.” He keeps rubbing your shoulders so gently. “Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better.”
Your eyes meet his and then, unconsciously, you drop down to stare at his lips before snapping your eyes back to his. He smiles at that before leaning in, giving you a light kiss that you melt into almost too quickly.
It's exactly what you needed, so soft and full of care.
“I'll be right out there. Call me if you need anything, okay?” He nuzzles your nose lightly and you nod into it.
Pope leaves and shuts the door behind him and you don't lock it. You just sit down on his bed then lay back, looking up at the ceiling you've stared up at many times before.
It's different this time, though. There are butterflies flapping around in your tummy. You've never…felt so much before. The nerves are there but there's something more to it.
He lingers on your lips and you miss his kiss already.
Your heart is still racing in your chest so you need some kind of outlet for the anxious energy. Normally you take a walk, so that's what you'll do.
You see them both hanging out on the couch when you head out of his room and the moment he hears your footsteps, Pope gets up and walks to you. “Feeling better?”
“I will. I just want to take a walk around for a little. Is that okay?” You don't need to ask permission but it helps you to hear that it doesn't bother him.
“Why don't we walk to the tennis courts?” Jack suggests. “Pope and I were going to play anyways.”
“I thought you said you wanted to play pickleball.” Pope has been indulging Jack's latest obsession with pickleball. “Now you want to play tennis?”
“We're definitely playing pickleball.” He says a bit too seriously and you hold in a little laugh because you find that strangely cute how passionate he is. “Maybe we can teach you.”
You shake your head. “I don't want to learn something new right now. I'm a little overwhelmed as is…”
“Then you can just watch us play.” Jack gets up from the couch, presumably to start getting his gear ready. “Do whatever makes you comfortable, princess.”
He smiles at the shocked expression on your face when he calls you the nickname you love to hear in bed. You're even more flustered now than you were before.
So flustered that you barely register Pope cupping your face with his big hands, turning you to look at him. “Does that sound good with you?”
You nod into his palms. “I think so. I've never seen you play before.”
“He sucks.” Jack comes back after quickly changing and pats his brother on the shoulder, smirking. “But it'll be entertaining to watch I'm sure.”
“I do not suck.” Pope glares at Jack, pointing at his prosthetic. “I just don't want to overwork you.”
You glance down, seeing that Jack is wearing athletic shorts now so his prosthetic leg is visible. You immediately rip your eyes away from him when you can see the faint outline of his cock through the fabric. You shake the image from your mind, but the thought of whether or not he's the same size as Pope stays plastered in your head.
“I'll get overworked regardless today.” Jack gives you a big smile after he says that and now you’re internally screaming…
Pope rolls his eyes at his brother's direct flirtation then looks back at you. “I'm going to get changed. Don't let him bother you.”
He leaves then and, of course, Jack can't resist walking up to you. He wants to see the cute look on your face when he gets real close.
You swallow down the nerves, staring at him as he examines every inch of you. He glances at your shirt and then says, “that's my brother's shirt, isn't it? I have one just like it. It's like you're wearing my clothes too.”
The nonchalant grin Jack gives you has your heart pounding in your ears louder than ever. He smells different from Pope too. It's nice in its own way but it has you feeling dizzy from how close he is to you.
“You really are as cute as Pope said.” Jack leans in and your breath gets caught in your throat the moment his lips touch yours and he whispers, “I can't wait to play with you later.”
He pulls away before he can give you a real kiss. It was just a brush of the lips but now your skin is on fire…
Pope comes back to Jack acting completely unaware of why you look like you've just been jumpscared. “What's going on?”
“We were just chatting. Right, princess?” Jack flashes that quietly mischievous grin of his at you.
You nod, not sure what to say back.
Pope proceeds to grab Jack and drag him into his room, shutting the door behind him. Then, in a low whisper, he tells Jack, “stop messing with her.”
“I'm not.” Jack lies through his cocky smile.
“I'm serious, Jack.” Pope doesn't want to scare you off.
“She let me kiss her.” Jack tells him, which has Pope letting go of his shirt.
“What?” Pope is surprised to hear that.
“She wants this. She's just too nervous about it. You can be her comfort and I can be the one who gets her to break out of her shell a little.” He already has a plan formulating in his head for how to make you more comfortable.
And it starts with making you laugh.
On the way to the tennis courts, Jack tells you a story about a crazy night shift he had and you can't stop giggling to the point where your stomach is cramping up. You haven't laughed like that in so long.
Jack is completely unserious and carefree, and it helps get you to relax because you haven't said a word about how his hand has been resting on the small of your back. You've been holding Pope's hand this whole time, squeezing it when you need a bit of comfort.
It doesn't dawn on you how this might look if someone spotted the three of you until they both leave your side to start playing pickleball. That's when your nerves come back and you start pacing around to release the energy piling up inside of you.
But then, Jack starts goofing off on the court, messing with Pope, and your laughing fit comes back at full force.
Jack looks at Pope and then says, “come on, Pope. You have a princess to impress.”
The glare Pope gives Jack makes you giggle even more. They really are brothers.
And Pope is much better at pickleball than Jack was leading you to believe.
The two of them play for what feels like forever, until they're both drenched in sweat.
You're sweaty too but that's because of the California heat.
“Let's head back.” Pope can tell you definitely need a cold glass of water.
He puts his hand out to help you up, since you've been sitting on the sidelines watching them, then proceeds to keep your hand held in his as the three of you walk back. You try not to feel too happy about that. Holding his hand makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy but not in a bad way.
You like how nice his calloused palm feels in yours.
You also like how Jack's hand feels resting on your back, even though the fact that they're both touching you right now has your heart racing.
Then, Jack leans closer to you and asks, “do you want to shower first or with one of us?”
And you feel like you might actually explode.
Pope bites back a laugh at how shocked you look at Jack's question because you're just too cute all flustered. It makes it hard for him to not tease you too.
But, he pulls your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before he says, “let her shower on her own. She's nervous enough already.”
“Her choice.” Jack looks at you. “What do you want to do, princess?”
You're stunned into silence because you have no idea what to say. So many things run through your head, like the sight of them both naked with hot water dripping off their skin…
You'd love to see that…
But you refrain from the desire, opting to just answer, “I'll shower first.”
“Suit yourself. We could've sat in my shower chair together.” Jack's words have you imagining that very scene.
You can't believe how forward he's being. That's not what you expected when Pope told you about his brother. But it seems like Jack is the type to live life in the moment and doesn't think very far ahead.
That's why when you're freshly showered and dressed in one of Jack's shirts, since he insisted on it, he makes his move while Pope is in the shower.
“Come here.” He gestures for you to sit on the couch with him. “Let's chat a little.”
You definitely don't think he wants to chat because the moment you're in front of him, he grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap, making you straddle him.
“Jack, I just showered…” You can feel his sweat on your body.
“You can shower again, with me.” He says with that sly smirk of his.
“I don't think that's a good idea…” You grip onto his shoulders tighter, the nerves getting to you again.
“You know, you could get up anytime.” Jack tells you and you realize then that he doesn't have his hands on you at all.
You've just been sitting pretty on his lap. And for some reason, you don't scramble to move.
Maybe it's the look in his eyes, the one you've seen on Pope before.
Lust.
“Push me away, princess.” Jack leans in, whispering so close to your lips. “Before I kiss you while my brother is in the shower.”
“Is Andrew okay with—” His lips are on yours before you can finish your question, kissing you with such heat that your mind goes fuzzy for a second.
Then, when you kiss Jack back, he smiles against your lips and says, “I think you know the answer.”
Suddenly, his hands are all over your body and he's grinding up against you, pulling a moan from your lips you can't keep in.
“Good girl.” He tells you before you can be embarrassed about it. “That's it, let go and just feel good.”
It does feel good. You like the way Jack kisses you. It's hot and passionate, his hands holding you tight against him, his hips rolling up to meet yours, his hard cock rubbing up against you through your shorts and his own.
He groans when you start grinding on him, your hands moving into his hair, brushing through his silver curls. “I could fuck you right now if you want me to.”
You shake your head, your lips still on his when you answer, “I want Andrew too.”
“Greedy girl.” Jack likes that you're honest.
You're surprised you are. You have no idea what's gotten into you. But it's like the moment Jack kissed you, a switch flipped in your head and you're aching between your legs at the thought of two men having their way with you.
Who are you to say no to that?
So, despite the fear pooling in your belly, you close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Jack's lips on yours and his hands on your skin until Pope gets out of the shower and sees the two of you making out on the living room couch.
“Started without me?” His voice pulls the two of you apart.
You feel flush all over at his accusation but Jack just laughs and goes, “I loosened her up for you. Don't fuck her until I get back.”
Jack then proceeds to lift you up off of him like you weigh nothing and sets you down next to him. He gives you one last heated kiss before he heads to shower.
And you don't know if the sweat on your skin is his or your own…
“Was everything alright with Jack?” Pope joins you on the couch, taking your hand in his. “I can tell him to leave you alone.”
He's certain you don't want that from the way he watched you grind on his brother but he has to ask anyway.
“Is it alright with you?” You want to make sure because you don't want to do this if Pope is uncomfortable with it.
But it's his brother and he trusts Jack more than anyone in the world. “Yeah, if it makes you feel good, it's alright with me.”
“Andrew, we don't have to do this.” You're nervous that he's forcing himself to be okay with this. “I'm sorry if I—”
“Look at me, princess.” His words have you snapping to listen instantly. “I want you to feel good. Did my brother make you feel good?”
Pope's hand slips out of yours and your breath hitches when his hand rests on your thigh.
“I can check how good he made you feel.” His hand starts sliding between your legs. “Can I do that?”
You bite down on your lip, then you nod.
“Lay back then.” He instructs and you lay down on the couch and watch as he pulls your shorts off, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. “I've missed looking at your pretty pussy, princess.”
You choke back a whimper when his finger grazes your clit before drawing a line down your slit. His touch is so featherlike that your body can't handle it.
You want more than just that light touch…
“Use your words, princess.” Pope climbs on top of you because he wants to kiss you. “What do you want?”
“Please touch me.”
“Ask politely.” He demands in that stern tone of his that has you getting wetter between your legs.
“Will you please touch me?” You tense up from how shy you get after saying that but the smile on Pope's face has you relaxing a bit.
Just a bit, because you gasp when his finger slides into you for just a split second before he drags it up along the length of your pussy to swirl around your clit.
“Who's a good little princess?” He asks, dipping just the tip of his finger into you again before pulling back out.
“I am.” You'll be so good if he keeps touching you like this.
“You really are. You're so wet for us.” Pope slips his whole finger inside of you right then and you arch your back in response, driving him deeper. “Are you aching for more?”
“Yes.” You're practically pleading for him to stop stalling with that single word but much like his brother, Pope enjoys the worked up expression on your face.
So he's patient and slow, feeling around for that spot you like so much, watching you squirm when he purposefully avoids it.
It isn't until you're panting that he finally adds another finger and starts kissing you.
His tongue feels so good on yours. His fingers feel so good inside of you.
You're drowning in absolute bliss.
“She looks like she wants to cum.” Jack's voice has you glancing over at him. He's rubbing his hair with a towel, drying those beautiful curls of his.
You like that Pope's hair is still a little damp. You want to grab a hold of it.
And you do, when he pulls away from your lips so he can head down between your legs and flick your clit with his tongue until you're trembling.
“Please.” You don't know how much more of this edging you can take. “I want to cum so badly.”
“I never said you couldn't cum, princess.” Pope rolls his tongue over your clit, sending you reeling but not close enough to the edge to cum.
“I'm so close.” You whimper out, not caring anymore how you might look or sound. “Please don't stop, please keep going.”
“She's so cute when she begs.” Jack nudges you to let him slide in behind you on the couch, pulling your back against his chest.
He slips his hands under your shirt, technically his shirt that you're wearing, and exposes your chest to the air, your nipples peaking in response.
“Can I help make you cum, princess?” Jack asks as he slides his hands from your sides to cup your breasts.
“Yes, please.” You don't know why you plead to him but it just slips out…
And when his thumbs roll over your nipples at the same time Pope seals his lips around your clit, stars flood your vision and you cum so hard that your whole body shakes, your orgasm sending waves and waves of shock through your system. You're gasping for air, lightheaded from the feeling.
“Deep breaths, pretty girl.” Jack nips at your ear, his voice so soft and sweet. “You're okay. That must've felt so good, right?”
You nod, the pleasure overwhelming you. It's been so long since you've cum and you definitely haven't cum that hard in a while.
“Should we make it happen again?” Pope starts slowly fucking you with his fingers again. “Do you want to cum again?”
“I don't know if…” You're unsure if you'll survive another hit of pleasure like that…
“We can take a break.” Pope goes to slide his fingers out of you but you snatch his wrist before he can, which draws a laugh from Jack.
“Looks like she doesn't want you to stop, Pope.” Jack chuckles against the nape of your neck. “Tell him what you want. Do you want my brother to make you cum with his fingers?”
You nod but Pope doesn't move until the words leave your lips. “Please make me cum again, Andrew.”
“What a good girl, asking for what you want.” Jack rewards you by pinching your nipples, sending such a jolt through you as Pope finds a pace with his fingers that leaves you squirming in their hold.
Then, when he curls them just right, you unravel completely, squirting with every thrust of his fingers until you feel like you might pass out. He pops his fingers out of you then before giving your pussy a light smack that has you cumming again so quickly.
“Do that again.” Jack tells his brother. “I think she liked it.”
Pope gauges your reaction as he slaps your wet pussy again, seeing the way your eyes roll back in response. “Does that feel good, princess?”
“Too good.” You don't know if you should let him keep doing that.
It might ruin you…
“And here I thought you liked it when I was gentle.” Pope leans down, his tongue trailing along the length of your slit before dipping into you slowly.
Every stroke of his tongue is so light, like you're something delicate he doesn't want to break.
But you need more than just this and he knows it.
You're aching for him to slide his cock inside of you…
Jack tilts your head up, seeing the lust in your eyes, smiling. “That's the face of someone who's needy for cock. Do you want my brother's cock buried inside of you?”
You nod then turn to look at Pope. “Please, Andrew.”
“When did you get so polite? Is it because my brother is here? Usually you're more demanding.” Pope teases you with his words and you feel so flushed from it, heat rising through your skin.
That heat remains when you watch him strip off his pants and you get a view of the cock you're always so desperate for.
But he doesn't want to give it to you right away.
So, he grabs your underwear and slips it back on, surprising you. Jack seems surprised as well, until he watches Pope rub your slick all over the fabric before gliding his cock against it.
Everything clicks for him and he's menacing with his laugh now. “Oh, you're going to get edged to death, princess.”
“Wait, what?!” You yelp when Jack pins your wrists behind your back with one hand while he holds your head steady with the other, forcing you to watch Pope rub his cock against your pussy through the wet fabric, dipping it in and out of it.
“When did you get so horny? You're practically drooling all over my cock.” Pope slips just the tip inside of you but pulls out before you can enjoy it, drawing such a whimper of desperation from your lips, which he smiles at. “Do you want more, princess?”
“Please fuck me, Andrew.” You want him so bad…
“Hmm…” He slides more of his cock inside of you before pulling back out and you whine in response. “Do you think I should fuck her, Jack? I'll let you pick.”
You can feel Jack shake his head behind you. “I don't think so. She's too adorable all needy like this. I want to enjoy it a little longer.”
“You heard the man.” Pope smirks at you before sliding his cock along the length of your pussy, teasing your clit over and over again with the tip of it.
“Please.” You look up at Jack. “Please let Andrew fuck me.”
That causes Jack to laugh hysterically. “Beg again, princess.”
“Please, Jack. I want Andrew to fuck me. Let him fuck me.” You lean in closer to him, your lips nearly touching his when you tell him, “I'll let you fuck me too if you do.”
“We're bartering now? I like this.” Jack grabs you by the chin, turning you to face him more. “What else can I get if I let you have my brother's cock?”
“Whatever you want.” You're so clouded by your desire that you don't care what he asks of you. “Please just let him fuck me.”
“What do you want, Pope? Tell her and she'll give it to you.” Jack prompts and Pope swallows nervously for the first time this entire session.
Because the words that leave his lips have your heart pounding. “I want her to be ours.”
“W-What do you mean?” You don't get what he's implying.
Is he saying that they want you to be…
No, there's no way.
Why would they both want you—
“I want to fuck you more than just today.” Pope says firmly. “I want to fuck you from now on. I want to do more than that…”
You turn to face him and you're not ready to feel his lips press against yours, kissing you with all the affection he can't put into words. And when Jack loosens his grip on your wrists, you move out of his hold to cup Pope's face, pulling him in closer, kissing him harder.
“Do you really…” You're scared to say the words aloud.
“I want to be your boyfriend.” Pope nibbles on your bottom lip after he says that, then trails a line of kisses down to your neck. “I want to be with you.”
Jack scoops your attention away by turning you to face him again, saying, “can I be your boyfriend too?”
“T-Too?” You're stunned to hear that.
Jack nuzzles your nose, grinning. “A princess like you deserves two men to spoil you rotten.”
“So, can I be your boyfriend?” Pope looks up at you, waiting for your answer.
“Can I?” Jack chimes in too.
And you find the strength to push yourself to say, “yes.”
To allow yourself to be given the affection you've always desired and more.
“Our princess is so precious.” Jack kisses your cheek. “I think she deserves a kiss, doesn't she?”
“I know just where to kiss our princess.” Pope lines his cock up with your entrance before thrusting the entire length of it inside of you in one go, the tip of his cock pressing up so deep inside of you, you might actually burst from that single motion. “Do you like it when I kiss you here?”
You nod but then Pope shakes his head at you.
“Say “I like it when my boyfriend kisses my womb with his cock” or I won't move.” He stills inside of you, his cock throbbing, making you ache for more.
“I-I like it when my boyfriend—” You can't get the rest of the words out because Pope starts grinding his cock deeper, causing your head to spin. “Oh god, Andrew, I'm going to cum if you keep—”
“Just cum on your boyfriend's cock, princess.” Jack coaxes you to let go completely. “Like you will on mine in a bit.”
You moan so loudly that you have to clamp your hands over your mouth when Pope starts pounding into you, fucking you exactly how you always like it. Jack moves your hands away and slips his fingers into your mouth instead to silence you.
“Suck them on like it's your boyfriend's cock.” He instructs and you listen instantly. “That's a good girl. You're going to suck my cock so well.”
“Can I?” You say with his fingers in your mouth and he pulls them out immediately.
“Wait a second, Pope.” Jack has his brother slow his thrusts. “She wants me in her mouth. Flip her over.”
Pope pulls out of you and you bite back a whine from the loss but then you're on your knees in a second. And without Jack having to say anything, you're already tugging off his pants for him while Pope realigns himself behind you.
“Put my brother in your mouth and then I'll feed you my cock too.” Pope tells you as he rubs your back, the action so soothing like his words. “You can do it, princess. Let me see how good you can suck off your new boyfriend.”
Jack watches you eagerly sink your mouth down onto his cock, taking him nearly to the base in one go. “Fuck, that's incredible. Look at you go, swallowing me up so easily.”
He grabs a fistful of your hair, groaning at you humming around his cock in response.
“I'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth the moment my brother's back inside of you. Get ready, princess.” Jack's warning barely preps you for Pope ramming the entirety of his cock inside of you from behind.
You're squirting immediately, your knees buckling, your lower belly getting pounded into oblivion by how deep his cock is thrusting inside of you. It doesn't help that you're dazed from Jack fucking your mouth just as deeply, stuffing himself as far down your throat as he can.
It all feels better than you could've imagined.
You could get used to this…
“Please tell me I can cum inside of you.” Pope is certain you're still on birth control but he wants to be sure.
You nod around Jack's cock so he answers for you, “she wants you to cum, Pope.”
So, he does, spilling so much of his cum inside of you that he's fucking it deeper with every additional thrust. You're drooling by the time Jack pulls your mouth off his cock and Pope pulls out of you.
“Come ride your new boyfriend.” He pats his lap and you straddle him but he turns you around so your back is against him. “You've got to put on a show for your other boyfriend, princess.”
You slip off your shirt then, allowing yourself to be completely bare when you sink yourself down on Jack's cock, moaning when he hilts. Him and his brother are similar in size and they both fill you up wonderfully.
You start grinding down on Jack's cock, burying him further inside of you until you're desperately bouncing on it, wanting to cum already.
Then you do cum, when Jack smacks your swollen clit. You cum way harder than you should've and he chuckles into your ear.
“You really like that, don't you? You like it when your clit gets abused?” Jack rubs it gently before slapping it all of a sudden again, making you tighten up around his cock. “Keep milking my cock. You're doing so well. Isn't she, Pope? Aren't you proud of our princess?”
“So proud.” Pope's hand slides to your lower belly, pressing his fingers into your flesh, massaging right above your womb where Jack's cock is pushing up against. “Our princess is going to cum real nice right now for us. Right?”
You nod and then when Jack's hands come up to play with your breasts and Pope slides his free hand to roll your clit between his fingers, you burst entirely, your orgasm rolling through you immediately.
“She's too pretty when she's fucked out of her mind.” Jack says, giving your neck a kiss. “I'm glad I get to have a piece of this beauty.”
“She's all ours.” Pope tilts your chin towards him before he kisses you and you're grabbing onto him, kissing him back.
Jack takes that moment to grab a hold of your hips and starts grinding his hips upwards, fucking you harder until you're moaning against his brother's lips.
“Move, Pope.” Jack gestures for his brother to get up so he can pull you off of his lap and throw you down onto the couch, ramming his cock back inside of you the moment he's on top of you. He revels in the way your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “I'm going to cum so deep inside my girlfriend right now.”
“Please, Jack.” You want it, just like you wanted Pope's release. “Fill me up too.”
He grabs a hold of your face before smashing his lips against yours, grunting with every harsh thrust of his hips until you feel that warmth fill your lower belly.
A warmth you never want to be without from now on…
“Did that feel good?” Jack asks, kissing you lightly on the forehead.
You nod, then turn to look at Pope. “Can we do it again?”
Pope lets out a beautiful laugh and then says, “we can do it as much as you want.”
“Anything for our princess.” Jack gives you a warm hug, pulling you up to straddle his lap again, still seated inside of you, surprisingly hard still too…
You bury your face against his shoulder, mumbling, “are you both sure you want me?”
And in sync, they both say, “yes.”
Jack likes the way you smile against him. He lifts your head up so he can lean in and kiss you with the same amount of affection that Pope has when he kisses you.
“Let's take this one day at a time and see where it goes.” Jack tells you with so much kindness in his tone.
“Is that alright with you?” Pope sits back down next to his brother, pulling you to look at him.
You nod and that's when he leans in to kiss you too and you smile against his lips.
Then, you say as a little tease, “are you going to fuck me now or are you going to let your brother go first since he's still inside of me?”
That makes Pope laugh harder than he has all night, a sound that is so beautiful to hear that it has you giggling too and Jack can't hold in his chuckle either.
This seems like the start of a very fun relationship with two men who will make it their life's mission to have you laughing your days away, filled with more than just happiness.
How wonderful does that sound?
a/n: oh I am so mushy, I swear being in a happy relationship has me wanting to write such cutesy mush, I love it!!! also the title of this fic is based on the song blooming days by exo-cbx ❀
I think this would be fun to add onto in the future whenever I want to revisit a softer, more heartwarming relationship with jack and pope ~
i’m not sure if it’s just because my algorithm is algorithm-ing but like three times this week i’ve seen people dropping your fics as recommendations under tiktok edits im like yes!! that’s it!!! that’s the one !!! everyone flock there immediately!!!! and i get so happy you’re getting the recognition your fics deserve across a medley of platforms <3
you're too sweet 🥹 I've had a few ppl send me those tiktok comments and I'm always so amazed that ppl talk about my work on other platforms 🥺 I'm happy that so many ppl are enjoying the reads ☺️! thank you for sharing in the happiness with me 🥰!!!!!
I will reiterate though for anyone recommending me, please check and make sure that the person you're recommending me to is an adult and also that they are aware that most of my work is dark smutty fic ♡ bc I would hate to accidentally blindside anyone but if they are an adult and happy to join freak nation, welcome aboard 🫡
peony disappeared ☹️ I feel like this is the first long break you’ve had since you started writing on here 😭 (the breaking being at least 4 days now lol)
trust me when I say that I miss posting sm 😭 but I've been feeling a little under the weather these last few days after my trip and then something new has developed in my life lmao so life is so hectic but I'm sure it will normalize soon ♡ like I can't imagine it not mellowing out eventually right? 😂!
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warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con, sex work, fem!reader, he calls you “princess” and you call him “daddy” (bc i said so!), stalking, kidnapping, captivity, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, fingerfucking, outdoor sex, breeding kink, squirting, hairpulling, fear play, possessive behavior, age gap, size difference, they fuck in a pool (yep that’s the fic!)
summary: when you stop returning his calls and texts after an argument, titus has no choice but to use everything in his power to get you back…because he needs to remind you who you belong to.
a/n: I wrote this on a whim on no sleep, after back to back shifts at work because I wanted to get railed by a very mad man so uh don't expect art LMAO lowkey just wanted to write a fight...I aint gonna lie, I was in the mood to write out an argument and then self-indulgent sex after. oop!
hope it's a sick read ♡
It's been three days since you blew up in Titus's face.
Three days and you still haven't answered any of his texts.
He's starting to get fucking angry.
Titus: I pay you to answer me. Pick up your fucking phone.
Titus: I pay for your fucking phone plan. Answer your damn phone.
Titus: Do not make me come over there.
Little does he know, you tossed that phone the day of your argument. So when he tracks it and finds it in a bush a few blocks away from the hotel you stormed out of, he knows you're gone.
You've left him completely.
Because you aren't in the house he bought you.
The car he got you is left on the street with parking tickets piling up.
You haven't bought a thing on any of the credit cards he has given you.
To make matters worse, nothing of yours remains.
It's like you wiped the earth of your existence.
The bed doesn't smell like you. None of your soaps are in the bathroom. You took every ugly mug that you brought from your shitty little studio from when you first met Titus.
All that is left is a hollow shell of what was once a lived in, vibrant home…
A place Titus loved to go to, to be with you in your element.
The warmth he can never get back.
Because he has no fucking idea where you went.
And it's all his fault.
He knows that.
But he can't possibly live without you.
Not when he has grown so used to the comfort you provide him.
Why else would he spend copious amounts of money to keep you by his side?
But you don't want his money anymore.
You want nothing to do with him.
And so, you're gone.
After a certain while, you didn't need his money anymore. You had plenty of it. That's just what happens when you never have to pay a bill while still getting paid. You were sitting on a giant pile of money that you never needed to use.
That you plan on living the rest of your life with.
Titus probably never thought that you had a plan in place for the day you were done with him. Maybe that was his ego or his trust that you and him had something more than just a transactional relationship.
You believed, for a moment, that it could be possible. That you could be more than just the person he pays to be available to him whenever he wants you to be. That you could mean something deeper.
But then he said the stupidest fucking thing you've ever heard in your life.
“I'm getting married.” He tells you as you're stepping into the hotel room with him.
“Alright.” You respond with a curt nod, not phased by his words at all. “I'll pack my things and go then.”
“What? Why?” Titus is confused.
You look at him, just as confused. “What do you mean “why”? You're getting married. You don't need me anymore.”
“Of course I need you.” He steps up to you, his hands going up to cup your face. “She's just my wife. You'll always be my princess.”
You scoff, pulling his hands off of you. “In case you forgot our agreement, I told you that the moment you got in any kind of serious relationship, this would end. I'm not looking to be tangled in a mess.”
“You can't be serious.” He knows that's what he agreed to, but that was years ago.
Surely you aren't holding him to that when the two of you have done so much together…right?
But you do. “I am serious. Your wife deserves your undivided attention.”
Though, you really only said that because it's what you deserve. And the thought of him going home to someone else sinks your heart into your stomach.
You'd rather not play that game. You'd rather just remove yourself entirely.
Even if it means giving him up.
“She's barely my wife. It's an arranged marriage.”
“That doesn't change our agreement.”
“Fuck the agreement.” Titus pulls out his phone, logging into his bank app. “Name a number and I'll pay it.”
You stare at him, baffled. “There's no number you can pay that'll make me change the one boundary I established, Titus. I told you from the very beginning that the moment you had anyone else, I would be done.”
“But I don't care about her.”
“You don't care about me either.” You say back to him, clear as day. “Because if you did, you wouldn't throw money at me in a poor attempt to sway me. You would understand where I'm coming from, if you really cared.”
But you know he doesn't care about anyone except himself.
That is made very apparent when he goes, “you aren't allowed to just leave me because I'm getting married.”
“I'm not allowed?” You let out a laugh at that. “Okay, watch me.”
So, you do. You walk right out of that hotel room. You toss the phone he gave you into a bush a few blocks away. You pay for a cab back to the house he bought for you to stay in. Then, you packed all your shit into a storage locker, paid it off for the next five years and then left.
“She didn't leave a phone number? A forwarding address? Anything?” Titus asks the private investigator who found your storage locker.
“Nope. Got it all on tape. Just said she'd come back for her stuff in five years and paid extra to not have any questions asked.”
Because five years was the amount of time you believed it would take for Titus to forget all about you.
You could live without your stuff for five years. You don't mind waiting. It was better than to be tied down to a married man.
You weren't inexperienced when it came to the world of being a sugar baby. Titus is not your first sugar daddy. But he was the first you made your strict agreement with. Because you had dealt with it enough times before.
It gets way too messy when there's a significant other or a family involved. And you knew Titus wanted to have children eventually.
You were not going to be the other woman that would inevitably haunt those children and their mother. You refuse to be the boogeyman that instills distrust in his family unit.
Even if Titus has never been a very honest man to begin with. But still, you had your moral boundaries. This was one of them, established through enough experience of how poorly it ends.
You've barely made it out unscathed those first few times.
You surely wouldn't make it out of this one without breaking your own heart.
Because, as much as you hate admitting it to yourself, you felt something for Titus. It may have just been a strange sense of companionship but…you liked spending time with him. It wasn't like the others before him.
Though, it helps a lot that he's incredibly handsome for an older man and takes very good care of himself. You can thank money for that but also his drive to make sure he could keep up with you in many different ways.
It's strange to think you'll miss having sex with him. It's supposed to be work, technically. It has always been work for you, since you were eighteen and struggling to take care of yourself.
But with him, it felt…different.
You didn't like that it felt different. But you were paid not to think too deeply about it.
It was hard not to when Titus confided in you that he was a virgin when he first hired you. And that since that moment, he has grown to get to know your body better than you do. He reveled in making you cum because it was something he never thought he'd ever get good at. The moment he did, he made sure never to stop.
You figured it was mostly to stroke his ego. You thought it was because he got off on knowing he could make you unravel so easily now.
Because it would be foolish for you to think otherwise.
So, the thought of him having real feelings for you never crossed your mind.
You assumed now that he had ample skill in his repertoire, he could easily find someone else to spoil if that's what he wanted. He didn't need you anymore. He never did.
That's what you think, at least.
That isn't the truth, though.
The truth is that every day since you left him, he has been obsessively searching for you.
Titus calls off his own wedding, telling his father to fuck off and threatens to kill anyone who attempts to marry him. That rumor spreads and it's enough to obliterate any prospects in that regard.
He will not lose you again. He will not give you a reason to say no to him, to leave him again.
But first, he has to find you.
And that proves to be impossible.
You leave no trace, besides a one-way ticket to Europe. You could be anywhere on the continent, on several different continents. That's something you did on purpose.
You figured Titus would try looking for you for a while. You thought maybe for a year or two, though you tried not to let your ego get in the way. You doubted you were all that special to him but you still remained as hidden as you could be, moving countries every few months, paying only in cash, stashing money all over the place to come back to.
You were a ghost. And Titus hated how no matter how much money he spent, no one he hired could find you.
You never spent time in big cities. You always stayed in underdeveloped areas, places you knew had no surveillance that could ping you on facial recognition. You kept yourself busy by volunteering with local communities, which in turn fed you and housed you in most cases.
You always left them a bit of the large lump sum you had earned from your years with Titus.
That is what inevitably gives you away.
“A woman matching her description has been traveling around to small towns, spending a month or two helping them with small community projects before leaving behind a large donation for anything else they might need. She's done this in several different places, all over Europe, Asia and Africa. Always moving.” One of the private investigators Titus hired explains over the phone. “It could be her.”
It is you.
He knows it is.
Because that's what you told him you'd do with his money if you ever were on your own. But he always said that he'd never let you go and you'd laugh, thinking it was just a joke. He was never joking.
You were his, whether you realized it or not. You were his the moment you held him so gently when he would complain about his family, his father's abuse, his sister's intolerance, his stuck up life as someone with wealth and power.
He was not going to risk losing his only outlet. The only person who could make him feel human.
So, when he finds you in one of those small towns on the edge of nowhere, he pays a local to spy on you and report back to him. And he does this in each town you go to from then on.
For five years.
You return to the states then, having had your fun traveling around, meeting new people, enjoying the sights and sounds of different cultures and the delicious variety of cuisines. But you miss home.
You've been away long enough.
You no longer avoid surveillance because you assume Titus hasn't thought about you in years. You have no idea he has been watching your every movement up until now.
That's why you're startled the moment you open your storage locker and he's inside of it.
You blink a few times, wondering if it's just your imagination.
But it isn't.
It is Titus.
“What are you—” You don't see the needle in his hand.
You just feel it when Titus stabs it into the side of your neck and you go limp immediately, falling into his arms. He holds you for a moment, breathing deep, missing the smell that only you can radiate.
The smell of home…
You wake up so groggy. You try to remember the events that led up to this.
Then, you remember seeing Titus.
And then you see him, standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
“The doctor said it would take you a few hours to wake up. You must be hungry.” He says to you like he didn't just inject you with a sedative.
“What are you doing here?” You look around. You've never been here before. “Where am I?”
“Let's talk over some food.” He gestures for you to follow him.
You get up from the bed, which you notice is incredibly plush compared to the ones you've been sleeping on during your travels. You also notice that you're wearing a nightgown that sits just above your ankles. And on your ankle, there is the tiniest incision mark.
You walk out to meet up with Titus and ask, “what did you do to my ankle?”
“I put a tracking chip in it.”
“A what.”
“A tracking chip.” He pulls out his phone, showing the way it's pinging your location. “That way you can't go anywhere without me knowing again.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You run up to him, shoving at him. “Take it out!”
“No.” He states sternly back at you. “I am not losing you ever again.”
“Losing me…” You can't believe what you're hearing. “Titus, you never had me to begin with. You bought my services. That's it. That's all we—”
“I don't believe you.” He cuts you off, his glare more menacing now. “I don't believe for a second that you didn't feel anything for me.”
“What would I have felt for you?” You ask him, furrowing your brow. “You were my employer. You weren't—”
Titus doesn't let you get another word out. He just grabs your face and kisses you, pressing you right up against the wall of the hallway, his body flush against yours. You bite down on your own tongue to stop yourself from making a sound when his hard cock grinds right up against your bare pussy through his pants, making you very aware that you don't have any underwear on right now. Just a flimsy nightgown he could easily shred off.
You push at his chest, trying to get him off of you, but he won't budge. He feels stronger than a few years ago. Bigger too…
“Stop!” You tug him off of you by his hair and he hisses at you in response, snatching your wrists before pinning them above your head. “Let me go!”
“No.” He says directly into your face. “I'm not ever letting you go.”
You go to kick at him but he presses his thighs against your own, locking them in place, smothering you against the wall.
You can't wriggle out of his grip!
“Titus—” Your attempt to speak to him is silenced once again by his lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his hips grinding against yours.
You feel his free hand slide down the side of your body and with a single rough tug, your nightgown tears off completely, leaving you bare. You squirm when his hand dips between your spread legs, touching your pussy directly.
He chuckles that eerie laugh of his against your lips, “you haven't fucked anyone in years but you can still get this wet for me?”
How does he know… “Have you been following me? This whole time?”
“I let you have your fun.” He grazes your clit with his fingertips, watching how you shiver in response. “Now I'm having mine.”
You shake your head. “Stop, Titus—”
“That's not what you're supposed to call me, princess.” He leans forward, whispering against your ear, “you know what to call me.”
“I'm not going to—” You bite down on your lip when Titus dips two fingers deep inside of you without warning.
You're fucked now. Because he knows that if he curls his fingers just right…
You cum immediately, unable to control the release. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and it doesn't stop, his fingers pounding into you without mercy, pressing over and over again in the exact place they need to in order to make you squirt all over his hand.
You're gasping for air, the pleasure overwhelming after years of not feeling anything of the sort.
It's too much—
“Stop, daddy, please stop, please.” You cry out before he can torture you anymore.
He stops, thankfully, and you breathe out strained huffs of relief, your mind feeling fuzzy from the sudden rush of pleasure.
“Ah, so you do remember. That's my princess.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek that provides you no sense of comfort.
Your lip quivers from fear but you swallow back your nerves to ask, “why are you doing this?”
“Because you left me.” Titus pulls his fingers out of you, freeing you from the torment of being filled for a moment, bringing them up to his lips so he can lick them clean while you watch. “And you made me crave you for years. Now, I'm going to have my fill of what I've missed out on.”
You turn away from him when he tries to kiss you, drawing an annoyed grunt out of him.
“You can resist me all you want. I know you'll cum either way.” He presses his lips against your neck since you won't let him kiss your lips and he nibbles at your flesh exactly the way you like it, shooting tingles all over your body.
Another feeling you haven't felt in years…one you've been trying to forget.
“So you fuck me.” Your eyes shift back to his and all Titus sees is a blank stare. “And then what? What is your endgame, Titus? For us to go back to the way things were?”
“Yes.” That's all he wants.
“That isn't going to happen and you know that.” You aren't going to pretend like everything will be okay. “It's been five years. You're married. You probably have a—”
“I'm not married. And I definitely don't have a kid.” His eyes shift down to your belly then he says, “maybe I could, though. With you.”
“What are you talking about?” He didn't get married?
“I called off the wedding. I made sure that no one would ever want me. So trust me when I say, I am never letting you go again.” Titus doesn't want anyone but you. “You got what you wanted. My undivided attention.”
“That isn't…” You let out a sigh. “That isn't what I want.”
“Then what do you want? Tell me and I'll give it to you. As long as you're mine.”
“I'm not property to be owned, Titus.” You're a human being. You discovered so much about yourself over the last few years. You don't want this life anymore.
You want to be free.
“You can't buy me.” You tell him, remembering how he tried to all those years ago.
“You're right.” Titus's words shock you. “I can't buy you. But I can make sure I've ruined you just as much as you have ruined me.”
He lets go of your wrists then. And points down the hallway.
“Run, princess.” He shrugs off his jacket and then unbuttons his white collared shirt, draping it over you. “Because the moment I catch you, I'm going to make sure your body belongs to me.”
You blink at him, not believing his threat. But then he goes, “ten…nine…eight—”
You run right then, pulling your arms through the sleeves of his shirt so it doesn't fall off your body. You can't let him catch you but you also know you can't run far from him. He has that tracker embedded in you.
This is just a game for him.
Because he knows he will win.
But he loves the chase, the thrill of catching you.
Of trapping you completely.
You sprint outside, picking a direction to go, spotting the giant pool. You must've paused a second too long because Titus tackles you right into the water.
You shove and kick at him but he grabs you by the waist, tugging you towards him, swimming the two of you back up. You take in a big breath of air before you continue to fight him but he shrugs off your meager attempts, completely unphased by your hands smacking him all over the place.
“I will tie you up if you keep this up.” He snatches your wrists again but you manage to slip out of his grip because of how slippery you are while drenched in water.
You quickly swim as fast as you can to the staircase that leads out of the pool, climbing your way up to the surface, only for Titus to tug you right back towards him by your hips.
You claw at the rim of the pool, unable to get a grip on the smooth stone, your knees scraping on the step below you with every failed attempt to worm out of his grasp.
You think you have an opportunity when his hands let go of your hips but then your body stills at the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants unzipping.
And you lose the chance to escape.
Titus has you by the hips, lining his cock up, pressing the tip into you as his body weight holds you in place. You splash water at him as a poor attempt to dissuade him from pushing any further but it only eggs him on. He thrusts more of his cock inside of you, splitting you open like he always has given his size.
You’re too familiar with the shape of him. It's like your pussy has molded to it because every time he pounds in deeper and deeper, your legs want to give out. Your body remembers how his cock feels inside of you. His body remembers the right pace and the right angle to get your knees to wobble.
“Titus, please, stop before I—”
“You can cum, princess.” He slides his hands up your sides before drifting inwards, cupping your breasts, tugging at your hardened nipples. “Cum for your daddy.”
You shake your head, not wanting to. But the tension building in your core is desperate to burst free. Especially when he's playing with your breasts as he pounds his cock inside of you. He knows you love this. You love the feeling of his body holding you down.
It doesn't help that the sound of the water rippling around you is insanely erotic. Or when you look back at Titus for a brief second and see the way his thin wet undershirt clings to his upper body, showing off just how much he has worked out since you've been gone. He wanted to make sure he was fit when you came back into his life.
He prepared himself for your return.
This is his sick, twisted way of showing devotion.
You chew on your lip, trying your hardest not to let a sound out, but he grabs a hold of your hair and tugs, forcing your lips to release the moans you've been keeping at bay.
Your voice echoes through the quiet estate.
If there was anyone nearby, they'd hear the crazed sounds you're making as Titus fucks you right through your orgasm, your eyes rolling back into your head, the pleasure searing your skin with heat.
“See what your daddy can give you?” He pulls you back by your hair so he can hover above your face, his lips brushing against yours. “I can make you feel even better than that. You know I can, princess.”
He presses a gentle kiss against your lips and you nearly cave, your body shaking at the simple touch of his lips.
So you have to figure out how to push him away.
That's why you say without skipping a beat, “I'm not on birth control. If you cum inside me, you have to marry me. I'm not having a baby with a man who isn't my husband.”
Titus slows to a stop then, as you thought he would. You bite back the disappointment you feel when he pulls out of you completely, leaving you feeling so empty. You hate that you feel empty. Because you shouldn't miss him.
You shouldn't feel anything for him.
So why does your heart stop in your chest when he goes, "is that it?”
You turn around, sitting on the step of the pool, staring up at him. Titus looks down at your puzzled expression, smirking.
“I said, is that it?” He repeats himself, bending forward, putting his hands on either side of you.
“I-I…” You can't find the words.
You're not sure if you believe him.
Why would Titus marry you?
You're…someone he paid to teach him how to have sex. You're a body he used to warm his bed.
You're just his sugar baby, aren't you?
“Earth to princess.” He snaps in front of your face. “Are you going to ask for anything else or can I fuck my fiancé now?”
“Your…” You're in so much shock that when you feel his lips on yours, you don't know how to react.
Except for lace your fingers into his hair and pull him towards you, kissing him back.
Titus smiles against your lips, deepening the kiss, loving how eager you are now that you're all his.
“Are you being serious?” You breathe out, nervous that this is all some ploy.
“Give me your left hand.” He demands and you listen to him without hesitation.
You watch as he pulls your ring finger into his mouth then bites down on the base, his teeth leaving an indent like a ring would.
“I'll get you a real ring when we leave.” His eyes roam your body, basking in the way you look with just his unbuttoned shirt on, your bare body peeking out so beautifully in the center.
“Give me your hand.” You want to do the same to him.
Titus slips his ring finger between your lips and you bite down on the base hard before you lightly suck on his finger, swirling your tongue around the tip of it. He groans at the sight of you teasing him like you used to.
“I'm going to fuck that mouth later.” He warns and you respond by sinking his finger further into your mouth, faking a little gag that has him pulling his hand away. “Don't fucking tempt me, princess.”
“You're really going to say no to me sucking your cock, daddy?” Your words make him clench his jaw, much to your amusement.
“I'm not saying no. I'm saying wait. Because I want a taste first.”
Titus hauls your body up until you're seated on the rim of the pool, your legs dangling off the ledge. He spreads your thighs wide open, staring at your pussy, licking his lips. He hasn't done this in a long time.
He has missed this.
More than you will ever know.
There's just something wonderful about your hand in his hair, your hips grinding against his face, his tongue flicking your clit until you cum. He can't get enough of it. He could spend hours right here.
Maybe he will.
But you start to whine for more. “Titus, can we go to a bed at least?”
“You don't like fucking outside? There's no one here. No need to be embarrassed, princess.” He swipes his tongue over your clit again, marveling at how swollen it's gotten from his mouth playing with it.
“I want to fuck my fiancé in bed.” You look at him with those soft eyes you put on when you want something. He always caves when you act this cute. “Please?”
“Please what?” He wants you to address him correctly.
“Please daddy, can we go to bed?” You purposefully dip your hand between your legs, spreading your pussy for him. “Your princess wants you to fuck a baby inside of her.”
His jaw clicks. Then, he lets out an insane laugh. Before he pushes you onto your back on the stone ground behind you and drives his cock right into you.
“Titus!” You shout his name as he thrusts deep inside of you, teasing that spot right up by your womb.
“You asked for this.” He smirks, leaning down to kiss you once. “We fuck like this then we can fuck in bed.”
You grab him by his shirt and then in one sudden, swift motion, you push him onto his back and straddle him, riding his cock. He groans under you, cursing, “fuck, I've missed this.”
Titus always loved it when you were on top. It's a great view. Especially when you're enthusiastic about it, grinding against him, pulling him up to kiss you, your hands roaming his chest and arms.
“Hold on.” He whispers against your lips before he hauls you up from the ground, driving his cock deeper inside of you.
“Oh fuck.” You grab onto his back, clinging to the wet fabric of his shirt, your legs wrapped around his middle as he carries you back into the house. “Titus, this is—when did you get so strong?”
“Do you like how strong your daddy got just so he can toss you around?” Titus gives you a cunning smile. “Remember how much you loved it when I'd throw you down and fuck you, princess?”
He chuckles into your shoulder when he feels your pussy clenching around him. That's enough of an answer for him.
You cum so hard when he slams you down onto the bed, ramming his cock as deep as it can go inside of you. Stars dance in your vision, your mind going hazy from how quickly your orgasms build. It only amplifies when his lips are back on yours, kissing you with so much desire in every movement.
By the time he finally cums inside of you, you're spent, wrung out beneath him, your body shivering all over. He has always loved the look of you like this. He'd pay to see you like this everyday from now on.
But he doesn't have to.
Because Titus knows you want him as much as he wants you.
And if you ever forget again, he's happy to remind you who you belong to.
a/n: you know that scene in bridgerton where anthony gets out of the lake? yeah imagine that but titus. that's literally the only reason I wrote this, so I could fantasize about what that would look like. also pool sex. very fun!
ms peony, you have done it again!!! waking up to a jack and pope fic (based on your experience too!!!)… absolutely delicious. good fucking food 🙏
I love to cook up fun fics so I'm so happy you all love eating them up ☺️!!! I will continue to feed freak nation lots, especially since I've got a lot of material to work with now hehe ♡
this is exactly how I'm envisioning jack goofing off on that fucking pickleball court in blooming days like poor pope just trying to learn this game and his brother is being an absolute menace 😂!
title: blooming days
dynamic: fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
tw: not dd:dne (shocking!), completely consensual (that's crazy…), fem!reader, polyamory (you get with them both!), they call you “princess”, pope and jack are tennis/pickleball enthusiasts and not twins (jack is pope's older brother this time!), reader has anxiety (like me!), domestic fluff/comfort, praise kink, threesome, protected sex (they hit it raw but you're on birth control lol!), humiliation/degradation kink, dry humping, begging, edging, squirting, fingerfucking, spitroasting, panty play, pussy slapping, size difference, lots of banter and teasing, they're lowkey bullies and goofballs (and you like it!), I'm being so mushy again gah!
context: you're in desperate need of a good fuck so you hit up an old friend with benefits and then end up with two boyfriends?!
wc: 6.7k
a/n: after everything that's been going on in my life, I figure I'd just write something loosely based on my own experience for my readers to indulge in with me!
this one lowkey is like a goofy but wholesome porn plot. I made jack the mischievous one and pope the more serious one this time hehe ~
hope it's a hot read ♡
You're a bit nervous to see Pope again. It's been over six months since you've last seen him, something you feel a little bad about but you're sure he appreciates the fact that you took the time to get yourself settled into a new place.
You're finally feeling ready to put yourself back out there, at least for a good time.
Especially when it seems like everyone else in your life is having their own fun.
You don't want to miss out so you decide it would be nice to see someone you've always been comfortable with.
Andrew “Pope” Cody, a friend you've had for a long time who has seen you through the worst versions of yourself and still somehow managed to stick around.
You owe a lot to Pope for being the one you could call in the middle of the night to come pick you up to keep you company while you're bawling your eyes out. He never made you feel lesser for having these anxiety attacks. He always took very good care of you.
Because he has always liked you, a lot.
So when you text him asking him if he'd like to meet up and do something together, Pope replies instantly, asking what you'd want to do. You tell him that a cup of coffee would be nice and then the two of you could decide from there.
Usually, how this goes, at least when you and Pope sleep together, is that the two of you either eat something first and then fuck or fuck and then eat something.
It's routine, simple, easy.
Nothing like how your day actually ends up going though…
Because the moment you see Pope, your eyes immediately trail the length of his body, staring at the way he has filled in his shirt, his muscles outlined by the soft fabric.
You have never been more nervous in your life…
You weren't expecting him to be so fit but he did tell you that he took up boxing recently and that he helped move in his older brother, Jack, who plays a lot of tennis. The two of them have been playing together most days, which is why Pope is more muscular than he was the last time you saw him.
He can tell you're nervous because you don't say anything when you get into his car.
“Everything alright?” He turns to you for a second before he starts the drive to your favorite cafe.
“You look really good, Andrew.” You blurt out your thoughts, embarrassment making your stomach knot up.
You open your mouth to try to pad what you just said but then Pope goes, “you look really good too.”
That has your whole body lighting up because as a subtle flirtation, you decided to wear a shirt Pope let you steal a while back and thin shorts, since you wanted him to know exactly what this meet up was for.
But now you're feeling more worked up than you were previously and it only gets worse when he parks at the cafe and has his muscular arm around your back as the two of you walk inside. The heat radiating off of him makes you a little dizzy, his hand imprinting its warmth into the side of your hip.
Has he always been this…big compared to you?
“What do you want?” He whispers into your ear while the two of you are in line and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you feel his hot breath on your skin.
You mumble your order when the two of you get to the register and Pope whips out a wad of cash from his pocket, setting down enough for your coffee plus tip and then guides you over to where the two of you can wait for your coffee.
His hand hasn't left your side and he likes that you're letting him keep it there.
Usually you don't.
It's not that you don't like public displays of affection but you try to keep more of a distance between yourself and someone you're just sleeping with, to lessen any growing attachment.
But…has Pope ever been “just” someone you're sleeping with?
You've always felt more for Pope than that but you never let yourself feel those feelings until right now. Maybe because you didn't think you deserved him. You still don't think you deserve him.
And yet, when your eyes lock with his and he leans down to kiss you, why do you kiss him back without minding that the two of you are in the middle of a busy cafe…
Your heart flutters when he moves away from your lips and says, “I missed kissing you.”
You missed it too. You missed him.
Something you're unsure if you are going to let yourself feel right now.
When your coffee is ready, Pope asks you if you'd like to come over to his place and meet his older brother, Jack. You remember Pope telling you about his doctor brother moving back into town after years away.
Jack wanted a change of scenery and the beautiful city of Oceanside has always been a place he was homesick for. Plus, the pay at this hospital is much better than the one back in Pittsburgh. He doesn't have to work the night shift anymore, though he still does. He has a better work-life balance here, which gives him room to pursue other interests.
Like you…
Because Pope had told Jack all about you. About the kind of sex the two of you have. About how much he wants to be with you but he doesn't want to make you nervous and scare you away. About how you confided in him that you would like to one day try fucking two men at once, though you doubted the opportunity would ever arise.
Until you get to Pope's place and meet his brother Jack, shaking his hand formally and introducing yourself.
Your heart suddenly pounds in your ears when his hand lingers in yours as he asks, “so what do the two of you plan on doing together today? Can I join?”
Now, your stomach seriously is in knots and your anxiety starts to peak…
Because this is Pope's older brother. You know for a fact that Pope had to have told Jack about you so Jack definitely knows what he's implying with his words.
And you were not mentally prepared to fuck two men today…
Which is why you don't answer him and instead ask Pope, "where's your bathroom again?”
Pope shows you where it is and you lock yourself in there, trying to catch your breath. You have your body leaned up against the door, doing the breathing exercises your therapist taught you, while you eavesdrop on them talking out there.
“You made her nervous.” Pope scolds Jack.
“She didn't say no.” Jack says back. “Maybe she's nervous because she wants us both.”
That is exactly why you're nervous…
It's not an understatement to say you're attracted to Pope. So, of course, you would be attracted to Jack, who is just an older version of Pope.
Two attractive men…wanting to sleep with you…
You feel like you're going to start hyperventilating. Your anxiety is through the roof and it's getting hard to breathe because you don't want to mess this up but you feel like you already have by acting this way.
Sometimes, you wish you weren't built like this. That you could just go with the flow and not think so deeply.
But…you are thinking deeply and you can't help it.
You're afraid that you'll end up liking this and then what? What will you do then?
Is it okay to—
You flinch when there's a knock at the door and you hear Pope's voice ask, “are you alright in there?”
You let out a sigh.
You can't keep hiding.
At least, not without explaining yourself a little.
So, you open the door and look up at Pope and tell him, “I think I just need a moment to myself. Can I borrow your room?”
Pope nods, leading you back there. Then, before he heads back out to the living room with Jack, he grabs a hold of your shoulders, rubbing them gently before being so sweet to you, “we don't have to do anything today so don't worry about it, okay? I'm just happy to see you.”
His words have your heart wanting to burst because you were not expecting that at all.
So, you apologize for behaving this way, “I'm sorry I'm acting all weird. I just…I'm so nervous all of a sudden.”
“That's okay.” He keeps rubbing your shoulders so gently. “Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better.”
Your eyes meet his and then, unconsciously, you drop down to stare at his lips before snapping your eyes back to his. He smiles at that before leaning in, giving you a light kiss that you melt into almost too quickly.
It's exactly what you needed, so soft and full of care.
“I'll be right out there. Call me if you need anything, okay?” He nuzzles your nose lightly and you nod into it.
Pope leaves and shuts the door behind him and you don't lock it. You just sit down on his bed then lay back, looking up at the ceiling you've stared up at many times before.
It's different this time, though. There are butterflies flapping around in your tummy. You've never…felt so much before. The nerves are there but there's something more to it.
He lingers on your lips and you miss his kiss already.
Your heart is still racing in your chest so you need some kind of outlet for the anxious energy. Normally you take a walk, so that's what you'll do.
You see them both hanging out on the couch when you head out of his room and the moment he hears your footsteps, Pope gets up and walks to you. “Feeling better?”
“I will. I just want to take a walk around for a little. Is that okay?” You don't need to ask permission but it helps you to hear that it doesn't bother him.
“Why don't we walk to the tennis courts?” Jack suggests. “Pope and I were going to play anyways.”
“I thought you said you wanted to play pickleball.” Pope has been indulging Jack's latest obsession with pickleball. “Now you want to play tennis?”
“We're definitely playing pickleball.” He says a bit too seriously and you hold in a little laugh because you find that strangely cute how passionate he is. “Maybe we can teach you.”
You shake your head. “I don't want to learn something new right now. I'm a little overwhelmed as is…”
“Then you can just watch us play.” Jack gets up from the couch, presumably to start getting his gear ready. “Do whatever makes you comfortable, princess.”
He smiles at the shocked expression on your face when he calls you the nickname you love to hear in bed. You're even more flustered now than you were before.
So flustered that you barely register Pope cupping your face with his big hands, turning you to look at him. “Does that sound good with you?”
You nod into his palms. “I think so. I've never seen you play before.”
“He sucks.” Jack comes back after quickly changing and pats his brother on the shoulder, smirking. “But it'll be entertaining to watch I'm sure.”
“I do not suck.” Pope glares at Jack, pointing at his prosthetic. “I just don't want to overwork you.”
You glance down, seeing that Jack is wearing athletic shorts now so his prosthetic leg is visible. You immediately rip your eyes away from him when you can see the faint outline of his cock through the fabric. You shake the image from your mind, but the thought of whether or not he's the same size as Pope stays plastered in your head.
“I'll get overworked regardless today.” Jack gives you a big smile after he says that and now you’re internally screaming…
Pope rolls his eyes at his brother's direct flirtation then looks back at you. “I'm going to get changed. Don't let him bother you.”
He leaves then and, of course, Jack can't resist walking up to you. He wants to see the cute look on your face when he gets real close.
You swallow down the nerves, staring at him as he examines every inch of you. He glances at your shirt and then says, “that's my brother's shirt, isn't it? I have one just like it. It's like you're wearing my clothes too.”
The nonchalant grin Jack gives you has your heart pounding in your ears louder than ever. He smells different from Pope too. It's nice in its own way but it has you feeling dizzy from how close he is to you.
“You really are as cute as Pope said.” Jack leans in and your breath gets caught in your throat the moment his lips touch yours and he whispers, “I can't wait to play with you later.”
He pulls away before he can give you a real kiss. It was just a brush of the lips but now your skin is on fire…
Pope comes back to Jack acting completely unaware of why you look like you've just been jumpscared. “What's going on?”
“We were just chatting. Right, princess?” Jack flashes that quietly mischievous grin of his at you.
You nod, not sure what to say back.
Pope proceeds to grab Jack and drag him into his room, shutting the door behind him. Then, in a low whisper, he tells Jack, “stop messing with her.”
“I'm not.” Jack lies through his cocky smile.
“I'm serious, Jack.” Pope doesn't want to scare you off.
“She let me kiss her.” Jack tells him, which has Pope letting go of his shirt.
“What?” Pope is surprised to hear that.
“She wants this. She's just too nervous about it. You can be her comfort and I can be the one who gets her to break out of her shell a little.” He already has a plan formulating in his head for how to make you more comfortable.
And it starts with making you laugh.
On the way to the tennis courts, Jack tells you a story about a crazy night shift he had and you can't stop giggling to the point where your stomach is cramping up. You haven't laughed like that in so long.
Jack is completely unserious and carefree, and it helps get you to relax because you haven't said a word about how his hand has been resting on the small of your back. You've been holding Pope's hand this whole time, squeezing it when you need a bit of comfort.
It doesn't dawn on you how this might look if someone spotted the three of you until they both leave your side to start playing pickleball. That's when your nerves come back and you start pacing around to release the energy piling up inside of you.
But then, Jack starts goofing off on the court, messing with Pope, and your laughing fit comes back at full force.
Jack looks at Pope and then says, “come on, Pope. You have a princess to impress.”
The glare Pope gives Jack makes you giggle even more. They really are brothers.
And Pope is much better at pickleball than Jack was leading you to believe.
The two of them play for what feels like forever, until they're both drenched in sweat.
You're sweaty too but that's because of the California heat.
“Let's head back.” Pope can tell you definitely need a cold glass of water.
He puts his hand out to help you up, since you've been sitting on the sidelines watching them, then proceeds to keep your hand held in his as the three of you walk back. You try not to feel too happy about that. Holding his hand makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy but not in a bad way.
You like how nice his calloused palm feels in yours.
You also like how Jack's hand feels resting on your back, even though the fact that they're both touching you right now has your heart racing.
Then, Jack leans closer to you and asks, “do you want to shower first or with one of us?”
And you feel like you might actually explode.
Pope bites back a laugh at how shocked you look at Jack's question because you're just too cute all flustered. It makes it hard for him to not tease you too.
But, he pulls your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before he says, “let her shower on her own. She's nervous enough already.”
“Her choice.” Jack looks at you. “What do you want to do, princess?”
You're stunned into silence because you have no idea what to say. So many things run through your head, like the sight of them both naked with hot water dripping off their skin…
You'd love to see that…
But you refrain from the desire, opting to just answer, “I'll shower first.”
“Suit yourself. We could've sat in my shower chair together.” Jack's words have you imagining that very scene.
You can't believe how forward he's being. That's not what you expected when Pope told you about his brother. But it seems like Jack is the type to live life in the moment and doesn't think very far ahead.
That's why when you're freshly showered and dressed in one of Jack's shirts, since he insisted on it, he makes his move while Pope is in the shower.
“Come here.” He gestures for you to sit on the couch with him. “Let's chat a little.”
You definitely don't think he wants to chat because the moment you're in front of him, he grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap, making you straddle him.
“Jack, I just showered…” You can feel his sweat on your body.
“You can shower again, with me.” He says with that sly smirk of his.
“I don't think that's a good idea…” You grip onto his shoulders tighter, the nerves getting to you again.
“You know, you could get up anytime.” Jack tells you and you realize then that he doesn't have his hands on you at all.
You've just been sitting pretty on his lap. And for some reason, you don't scramble to move.
Maybe it's the look in his eyes, the one you've seen on Pope before.
Lust.
“Push me away, princess.” Jack leans in, whispering so close to your lips. “Before I kiss you while my brother is in the shower.”
“Is Andrew okay with—” His lips are on yours before you can finish your question, kissing you with such heat that your mind goes fuzzy for a second.
Then, when you kiss Jack back, he smiles against your lips and says, “I think you know the answer.”
Suddenly, his hands are all over your body and he's grinding up against you, pulling a moan from your lips you can't keep in.
“Good girl.” He tells you before you can be embarrassed about it. “That's it, let go and just feel good.”
It does feel good. You like the way Jack kisses you. It's hot and passionate, his hands holding you tight against him, his hips rolling up to meet yours, his hard cock rubbing up against you through your shorts and his own.
He groans when you start grinding on him, your hands moving into his hair, brushing through his silver curls. “I could fuck you right now if you want me to.”
You shake your head, your lips still on his when you answer, “I want Andrew too.”
“Greedy girl.” Jack likes that you're honest.
You're surprised you are. You have no idea what's gotten into you. But it's like the moment Jack kissed you, a switch flipped in your head and you're aching between your legs at the thought of two men having their way with you.
Who are you to say no to that?
So, despite the fear pooling in your belly, you close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Jack's lips on yours and his hands on your skin until Pope gets out of the shower and sees the two of you making out on the living room couch.
“Started without me?” His voice pulls the two of you apart.
You feel flush all over at his accusation but Jack just laughs and goes, “I loosened her up for you. Don't fuck her until I get back.”
Jack then proceeds to lift you up off of him like you weigh nothing and sets you down next to him. He gives you one last heated kiss before he heads to shower.
And you don't know if the sweat on your skin is his or your own…
“Was everything alright with Jack?” Pope joins you on the couch, taking your hand in his. “I can tell him to leave you alone.”
He's certain you don't want that from the way he watched you grind on his brother but he has to ask anyway.
“Is it alright with you?” You want to make sure because you don't want to do this if Pope is uncomfortable with it.
But it's his brother and he trusts Jack more than anyone in the world. “Yeah, if it makes you feel good, it's alright with me.”
“Andrew, we don't have to do this.” You're nervous that he's forcing himself to be okay with this. “I'm sorry if I—”
“Look at me, princess.” His words have you snapping to listen instantly. “I want you to feel good. Did my brother make you feel good?”
Pope's hand slips out of yours and your breath hitches when his hand rests on your thigh.
“I can check how good he made you feel.” His hand starts sliding between your legs. “Can I do that?”
You bite down on your lip, then you nod.
“Lay back then.” He instructs and you lay down on the couch and watch as he pulls your shorts off, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. “I've missed looking at your pretty pussy, princess.”
You choke back a whimper when his finger grazes your clit before drawing a line down your slit. His touch is so featherlike that your body can't handle it.
You want more than just that light touch…
“Use your words, princess.” Pope climbs on top of you because he wants to kiss you. “What do you want?”
“Please touch me.”
“Ask politely.” He demands in that stern tone of his that has you getting wetter between your legs.
“Will you please touch me?” You tense up from how shy you get after saying that but the smile on Pope's face has you relaxing a bit.
Just a bit, because you gasp when his finger slides into you for just a split second before he drags it up along the length of your pussy to swirl around your clit.
“Who's a good little princess?” He asks, dipping just the tip of his finger into you again before pulling back out.
“I am.” You'll be so good if he keeps touching you like this.
“You really are. You're so wet for us.” Pope slips his whole finger inside of you right then and you arch your back in response, driving him deeper. “Are you aching for more?”
“Yes.” You're practically pleading for him to stop stalling with that single word but much like his brother, Pope enjoys the worked up expression on your face.
So he's patient and slow, feeling around for that spot you like so much, watching you squirm when he purposefully avoids it.
It isn't until you're panting that he finally adds another finger and starts kissing you.
His tongue feels so good on yours. His fingers feel so good inside of you.
You're drowning in absolute bliss.
“She looks like she wants to cum.” Jack's voice has you glancing over at him. He's rubbing his hair with a towel, drying those beautiful curls of his.
You like that Pope's hair is still a little damp. You want to grab a hold of it.
And you do, when he pulls away from your lips so he can head down between your legs and flick your clit with his tongue until you're trembling.
“Please.” You don't know how much more of this edging you can take. “I want to cum so badly.”
“I never said you couldn't cum, princess.” Pope rolls his tongue over your clit, sending you reeling but not close enough to the edge to cum.
“I'm so close.” You whimper out, not caring anymore how you might look or sound. “Please don't stop, please keep going.”
“She's so cute when she begs.” Jack nudges you to let him slide in behind you on the couch, pulling your back against his chest.
He slips his hands under your shirt, technically his shirt that you're wearing, and exposes your chest to the air, your nipples peaking in response.
“Can I help make you cum, princess?” Jack asks as he slides his hands from your sides to cup your breasts.
“Yes, please.” You don't know why you plead to him but it just slips out…
And when his thumbs roll over your nipples at the same time Pope seals his lips around your clit, stars flood your vision and you cum so hard that your whole body shakes, your orgasm sending waves and waves of shock through your system. You're gasping for air, lightheaded from the feeling.
“Deep breaths, pretty girl.” Jack nips at your ear, his voice so soft and sweet. “You're okay. That must've felt so good, right?”
You nod, the pleasure overwhelming you. It's been so long since you've cum and you definitely haven't cum that hard in a while.
“Should we make it happen again?” Pope starts slowly fucking you with his fingers again. “Do you want to cum again?”
“I don't know if…” You're unsure if you'll survive another hit of pleasure like that…
“We can take a break.” Pope goes to slide his fingers out of you but you snatch his wrist before he can, which draws a laugh from Jack.
“Looks like she doesn't want you to stop, Pope.” Jack chuckles against the nape of your neck. “Tell him what you want. Do you want my brother to make you cum with his fingers?”
You nod but Pope doesn't move until the words leave your lips. “Please make me cum again, Andrew.”
“What a good girl, asking for what you want.” Jack rewards you by pinching your nipples, sending such a jolt through you as Pope finds a pace with his fingers that leaves you squirming in their hold.
Then, when he curls them just right, you unravel completely, squirting with every thrust of his fingers until you feel like you might pass out. He pops his fingers out of you then before giving your pussy a light smack that has you cumming again so quickly.
“Do that again.” Jack tells his brother. “I think she liked it.”
Pope gauges your reaction as he slaps your wet pussy again, seeing the way your eyes roll back in response. “Does that feel good, princess?”
“Too good.” You don't know if you should let him keep doing that.
It might ruin you…
“And here I thought you liked it when I was gentle.” Pope leans down, his tongue trailing along the length of your slit before dipping into you slowly.
Every stroke of his tongue is so light, like you're something delicate he doesn't want to break.
But you need more than just this and he knows it.
You're aching for him to slide his cock inside of you…
Jack tilts your head up, seeing the lust in your eyes, smiling. “That's the face of someone who's needy for cock. Do you want my brother's cock buried inside of you?”
You nod then turn to look at Pope. “Please, Andrew.”
“When did you get so polite? Is it because my brother is here? Usually you're more demanding.” Pope teases you with his words and you feel so flushed from it, heat rising through your skin.
That heat remains when you watch him strip off his pants and you get a view of the cock you're always so desperate for.
But he doesn't want to give it to you right away.
So, he grabs your underwear and slips it back on, surprising you. Jack seems surprised as well, until he watches Pope rub your slick all over the fabric before gliding his cock against it.
Everything clicks for him and he's menacing with his laugh now. “Oh, you're going to get edged to death, princess.”
“Wait, what?!” You yelp when Jack pins your wrists behind your back with one hand while he holds your head steady with the other, forcing you to watch Pope rub his cock against your pussy through the wet fabric, dipping it in and out of it.
“When did you get so horny? You're practically drooling all over my cock.” Pope slips just the tip inside of you but pulls out before you can enjoy it, drawing such a whimper of desperation from your lips, which he smiles at. “Do you want more, princess?”
“Please fuck me, Andrew.” You want him so bad…
“Hmm…” He slides more of his cock inside of you before pulling back out and you whine in response. “Do you think I should fuck her, Jack? I'll let you pick.”
You can feel Jack shake his head behind you. “I don't think so. She's too adorable all needy like this. I want to enjoy it a little longer.”
“You heard the man.” Pope smirks at you before sliding his cock along the length of your pussy, teasing your clit over and over again with the tip of it.
“Please.” You look up at Jack. “Please let Andrew fuck me.”
That causes Jack to laugh hysterically. “Beg again, princess.”
“Please, Jack. I want Andrew to fuck me. Let him fuck me.” You lean in closer to him, your lips nearly touching his when you tell him, “I'll let you fuck me too if you do.”
“We're bartering now? I like this.” Jack grabs you by the chin, turning you to face him more. “What else can I get if I let you have my brother's cock?”
“Whatever you want.” You're so clouded by your desire that you don't care what he asks of you. “Please just let him fuck me.”
“What do you want, Pope? Tell her and she'll give it to you.” Jack prompts and Pope swallows nervously for the first time this entire session.
Because the words that leave his lips have your heart pounding. “I want her to be ours.”
“W-What do you mean?” You don't get what he's implying.
Is he saying that they want you to be…
No, there's no way.
Why would they both want you—
“I want to fuck you more than just today.” Pope says firmly. “I want to fuck you from now on. I want to do more than that…”
You turn to face him and you're not ready to feel his lips press against yours, kissing you with all the affection he can't put into words. And when Jack loosens his grip on your wrists, you move out of his hold to cup Pope's face, pulling him in closer, kissing him harder.
“Do you really…” You're scared to say the words aloud.
“I want to be your boyfriend.” Pope nibbles on your bottom lip after he says that, then trails a line of kisses down to your neck. “I want to be with you.”
Jack scoops your attention away by turning you to face him again, saying, “can I be your boyfriend too?”
“T-Too?” You're stunned to hear that.
Jack nuzzles your nose, grinning. “A princess like you deserves two men to spoil you rotten.”
“So, can I be your boyfriend?” Pope looks up at you, waiting for your answer.
“Can I?” Jack chimes in too.
And you find the strength to push yourself to say, “yes.”
To allow yourself to be given the affection you've always desired and more.
“Our princess is so precious.” Jack kisses your cheek. “I think she deserves a kiss, doesn't she?”
“I know just where to kiss our princess.” Pope lines his cock up with your entrance before thrusting the entire length of it inside of you in one go, the tip of his cock pressing up so deep inside of you, you might actually burst from that single motion. “Do you like it when I kiss you here?”
You nod but then Pope shakes his head at you.
“Say “I like it when my boyfriend kisses my womb with his cock” or I won't move.” He stills inside of you, his cock throbbing, making you ache for more.
“I-I like it when my boyfriend—” You can't get the rest of the words out because Pope starts grinding his cock deeper, causing your head to spin. “Oh god, Andrew, I'm going to cum if you keep—”
“Just cum on your boyfriend's cock, princess.” Jack coaxes you to let go completely. “Like you will on mine in a bit.”
You moan so loudly that you have to clamp your hands over your mouth when Pope starts pounding into you, fucking you exactly how you always like it. Jack moves your hands away and slips his fingers into your mouth instead to silence you.
“Suck them on like it's your boyfriend's cock.” He instructs and you listen instantly. “That's a good girl. You're going to suck my cock so well.”
“Can I?” You say with his fingers in your mouth and he pulls them out immediately.
“Wait a second, Pope.” Jack has his brother slow his thrusts. “She wants me in her mouth. Flip her over.”
Pope pulls out of you and you bite back a whine from the loss but then you're on your knees in a second. And without Jack having to say anything, you're already tugging off his pants for him while Pope realigns himself behind you.
“Put my brother in your mouth and then I'll feed you my cock too.” Pope tells you as he rubs your back, the action so soothing like his words. “You can do it, princess. Let me see how good you can suck off your new boyfriend.”
Jack watches you eagerly sink your mouth down onto his cock, taking him nearly to the base in one go. “Fuck, that's incredible. Look at you go, swallowing me up so easily.”
He grabs a fistful of your hair, groaning at you humming around his cock in response.
“I'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth the moment my brother's back inside of you. Get ready, princess.” Jack's warning barely preps you for Pope ramming the entirety of his cock inside of you from behind.
You're squirting immediately, your knees buckling, your lower belly getting pounded into oblivion by how deep his cock is thrusting inside of you. It doesn't help that you're dazed from Jack fucking your mouth just as deeply, stuffing himself as far down your throat as he can.
It all feels better than you could've imagined.
You could get used to this…
“Please tell me I can cum inside of you.” Pope is certain you're still on birth control but he wants to be sure.
You nod around Jack's cock so he answers for you, “she wants you to cum, Pope.”
So, he does, spilling so much of his cum inside of you that he's fucking it deeper with every additional thrust. You're drooling by the time Jack pulls your mouth off his cock and Pope pulls out of you.
“Come ride your new boyfriend.” He pats his lap and you straddle him but he turns you around so your back is against him. “You've got to put on a show for your other boyfriend, princess.”
You slip off your shirt then, allowing yourself to be completely bare when you sink yourself down on Jack's cock, moaning when he hilts. Him and his brother are similar in size and they both fill you up wonderfully.
You start grinding down on Jack's cock, burying him further inside of you until you're desperately bouncing on it, wanting to cum already.
Then you do cum, when Jack smacks your swollen clit. You cum way harder than you should've and he chuckles into your ear.
“You really like that, don't you? You like it when your clit gets abused?” Jack rubs it gently before slapping it all of a sudden again, making you tighten up around his cock. “Keep milking my cock. You're doing so well. Isn't she, Pope? Aren't you proud of our princess?”
“So proud.” Pope's hand slides to your lower belly, pressing his fingers into your flesh, massaging right above your womb where Jack's cock is pushing up against. “Our princess is going to cum real nice right now for us. Right?”
You nod and then when Jack's hands come up to play with your breasts and Pope slides his free hand to roll your clit between his fingers, you burst entirely, your orgasm rolling through you immediately.
“She's too pretty when she's fucked out of her mind.” Jack says, giving your neck a kiss. “I'm glad I get to have a piece of this beauty.”
“She's all ours.” Pope tilts your chin towards him before he kisses you and you're grabbing onto him, kissing him back.
Jack takes that moment to grab a hold of your hips and starts grinding his hips upwards, fucking you harder until you're moaning against his brother's lips.
“Move, Pope.” Jack gestures for his brother to get up so he can pull you off of his lap and throw you down onto the couch, ramming his cock back inside of you the moment he's on top of you. He revels in the way your toes curl and your eyes roll back. “I'm going to cum so deep inside my girlfriend right now.”
“Please, Jack.” You want it, just like you wanted Pope's release. “Fill me up too.”
He grabs a hold of your face before smashing his lips against yours, grunting with every harsh thrust of his hips until you feel that warmth fill your lower belly.
A warmth you never want to be without from now on…
“Did that feel good?” Jack asks, kissing you lightly on the forehead.
You nod, then turn to look at Pope. “Can we do it again?”
Pope lets out a beautiful laugh and then says, “we can do it as much as you want.”
“Anything for our princess.” Jack gives you a warm hug, pulling you up to straddle his lap again, still seated inside of you, surprisingly hard still too…
You bury your face against his shoulder, mumbling, “are you both sure you want me?”
And in sync, they both say, “yes.”
Jack likes the way you smile against him. He lifts your head up so he can lean in and kiss you with the same amount of affection that Pope has when he kisses you.
“Let's take this one day at a time and see where it goes.” Jack tells you with so much kindness in his tone.
“Is that alright with you?” Pope sits back down next to his brother, pulling you to look at him.
You nod and that's when he leans in to kiss you too and you smile against his lips.
Then, you say as a little tease, “are you going to fuck me now or are you going to let your brother go first since he's still inside of me?”
That makes Pope laugh harder than he has all night, a sound that is so beautiful to hear that it has you giggling too and Jack can't hold in his chuckle either.
This seems like the start of a very fun relationship with two men who will make it their life's mission to have you laughing your days away, filled with more than just happiness.
How wonderful does that sound?
a/n: oh I am so mushy, I swear being in a happy relationship has me wanting to write such cutesy mush, I love it!!! also the title of this fic is based on the song blooming days by exo-cbx ❀
I think this would be fun to add onto in the future whenever I want to revisit a softer, more heartwarming relationship with jack and pope ~
I just gotta ask, who is your favourite hatosy boy 🤨
- kira
oh that's a tough choice! I think if I had to choose, it's between jack and pope! and I can't really ever pick between them which is why I often write them together ☺️
jack has a special place in my heart bc he got me motivated to write again but I feel so much for pope bc I spent six seasons with him falling in love with his character 🥺 so yeah I think I gotta pick them both!
would you ever write rabbot x reader or are you exclusive to the hatosy boys?
I do have a draft where it's stepfather!robby x stepdaughter!reader x dbf!jack but rn I haven't found the desire to write for robby at this current moment but whenever the spark arises, I'll definitely look into finishing that draft ☺️!
