summary: bee & jack's first interaction; bee is added to the night shift group chat
tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, medical inaccuracies, potential ooc, use of y/n (though very minimal), swearing, innuendos/sexual comments, fluff, flirting, use of pet names, age-gap relationship, power dynamics see masterlist for more detailed tags
author’s note: rewrote this twice and still unsure how i feel. feel free to comment suggestions and remember reposts are an author’s best friend <3 and thank you for the love on the first chapter!
´Aloha ! New postcard for my favorite person. I miss you so much out here, man. It sucks not being able to steal first place from under your nose, but i’m so proud of you for opening that bar. I can’t wait to come back and get free drinks.
- Lots of love, the love of your life.’
Deran was sitting on a leather stool, smirking, with a cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth. He had not received a postcard from you in a while now. He slipped it in his back pocket, reminding himself to store it in his memory box, where many of your postcards were already stacked.
« Who’s that from ? »
Craig put his hands on his brother’s shoulders, making the youngest jump.
« Man, what the fuck » he shrugged Craig off. « You scared me »
« Yeah, yeah…so…» Craig sat down next to Deran and rested his chin in his hand « Who’s that from ? »
Deran took a drag from his cigarette before putting it out, then said your name. Craig repeated it like it sounded familiar.
« Wait ? You mean the girl who kicked your ass in every competition ? You guys are friends now ? »
« Yeah i guess we are, and she didn’t beat me in every competitions, just some of them »
« You mean most of them » Craig emphasized, earning an eye roll from his younger brother. « Wait so she sends you postcards ? Does she have a crush on you or something ? »
Deran snickered and stood up to start working behind the bar.
« She was the first to know, actually »
« What ? Not me ? Her ?» The brown-haired man was genuinely shocked at this information. He remembered a young Deran bawling his eyes out every time he lost to you.
« Of course it wasn’t you, who do you think you are ? »
« Your brother ? »
« An asshole would be a better answer »
Craig put a hand on his chest, feigning shock . « Is she coming back to San Diego anytime soon ? I remember she was pretty hot »
« Who was hot ? »
Baz walks into the bar, flashing his iconic smile at the brothers.
« Y/N. »
« Wait why does that name sound familiar to me ? » Baz sat down next to Craig, right in front of Deran.
« Deran’s nemesis »
« She wasn’t my nemesis. »
« I mean, I remember you bitching about her any chance you got when you were younger »
« Yeah, because I was a dumbass who didn’t know how to lose to a girl »
« A hot, sexy girl »
« You’re disgusting »
« Oh my god ! Y/n ! » It came back to Baz in a flash. « I remember ! Didn’t she move away ? »
« Yeah, but she keeps in touch with our dearest baby brother..I wish i could get a postcard too »
« A postcard ? » Baz said, laughing, almost mocking Deran.
« He receives postcards from a hot surfer »
« What ? no way. If i were her, i would’ve hated your ass »
« What ? Why ? »
« She was always coming up to talk to you after competitions, and you always ignored her. i always thought she had a crush on you »
« Oh my god, stop saying that. And where is Pope anyway ? We were supposed to meet here 30 minutes ago. »
« He picked Lena up from school and is dropping her off at Smurf’s »
« Aren’t you supposed to do that ? » Craig said, side-eyeing his older brother.
« I was busy »
« Busy doing what ? Fucking Lucy ? »
« You know what ? Deran, get me a beer, we’ll start without Pope »
« Sure ‘Boss’ »
The bar was busy that night; laughter mixed with the steady beat of music from outside.
You approached the bar, moving through the crowd like you belonged here, like you had never left California. You spotted the blond hair you were looking for and you leaned onto the counter.
« Hi, hot stuff ! Is it possible to get a free beer ? » You shouted over the music.
Deran scoffed at first, ready to scold whoever dared to ask for something free in this economy, and especially in a brand-new bar, but when he turned around, he froze.
He did not expect to see you here.
He almost gasped your name before quickly circling around the bar and pulling you into a hug. It gelt like a breath of fresh air, seeing a familiar face he hadn’t seen in so long.
« What are you doing here ? »
« I told you i couldn’t wait to come back and get a free drink »
« Yeah, but i didn’t expect it to be so soon ! »
« Well, here i am ! »
You guys talked all through the evening while he was serving other people. You even offered to help him but he refused, he was really uptight about following the rules which surprised you. You didn’t know everything about what his family did, but you did know that he always had been mixed up in some bad stuff when you were younger. When he dropped out of high school to work for his mom, you remembered going all the way up to his house to beat some senses into him, only to be chased by Smurf with a broom. After that, you never dared to cross paths with his family again.
You often saw his brothers growing up. They usually dropped him off at competitions when his mom was busy. You had to admit that they were all really attractive, but you would never admit that to him.
You explained that you were back for now, your contract with your former sponsor in Hawaii ended and you were now looking for a new sponsorship. So for the rest of the season, you would be staying in California with your family.
You shared memories with him, and told him about the people you met around the world and everything you’ve done. It felt bittersweet, you had grown up expecting to ride the waves alongside him, only to end up chasing that dream on your own. Still, you were glad to be back, glad to spend some time with him.
You knew that Deran and his family all worked together, but you didn’t expect them to literally work together all the time. At first, you thought it was sweet how close to his family he was, but day by day you realized it wasn’t really like that. You couldn’t quite explain why, but something felt off.
Being back in town somehow turned you into Lena’s babysitter whenever they were all busy.
At first, Andrew was against it. He didn’t know who you were and was mad at Baz for allowing a stranger into his house.
The only thing he remembered about you was that Deran hated you and that was enough for him to hold a grudge.
But little by little, he warmed up to you. Not completely, not in a way that people would notice, but he tolerated you.
One day, you took Lena out for a girl’s surfing session, you taught her as much as someone could for a beginner and you were impressed how quick she learned. You guys were about to leave and get her some ice cream when you saw Andrew walking toward you on the beach.
« Oh, Hi Andrew ! You guys finished your top-secret job ? » You asked with a cocky smile.
« Yeah, I came here to pick Lena up. » There was the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips.
« No !! Please, uncle Pope we were about to get some ice cream ! »
« I can take you for ice cream »
« No i want to go with Y/N ! »
you raised your eyebrows at Lena, then slowly looked at Andrew. People in his family seemed to call him Pope but you never really understood why.
« You know what Lena ? » You crouched in front of the girl « How about we all go for ice cream, the three of us…? We can make your uncle pay for everything » You smirked as you looked back up at him.
« Oh yes ! » Lena giggled. « Uncle pope will you come with us ? »
« Sure. »
The three of you started walking toward the ice cream shop by the beach. You held both your bag and Lena’s, along with her hand, your pride pushing you to appear strong in front of a man. Andrew didn’t say anything, he just continued walking beside Lena.
He always had that calm deamenor, barely showing any emotion.
You had been in San Diego for months now, just hanging out with your old friends, especially Deran. But being around him and the bar meant hanging around his family.
The day you saw Smurf again, you were shitting your pants, convinced she might pull a gun on you. Instead she just pulled you into a hug, leaving you really confused.
His brothers all seemed fine on the surface, but the more you spend time with them, the more they got annoying.
Craig with his dumb flirting tactics, snorting coke left and right. Baz being obnoxious, arrogant and a pretty bad father shaped by his own daddy issues.
The only one who seemed normal, aside from Deran, was Pope.
Well.. ‘Normal’ might be a stretch.
But he was nice, he didn’t really bother you or make you uncomfortable, he was just..there…
Always sitting straight, tense. His biceps tight under his shirts, curls falling perfectly over his forehead, freckles scattered across every inch of skin visible to the eye.
You found him really attractive, weirdly attractive, but still attractive.
And you, being who you were, often let your mind wander, imagining him pinning you down, losing control and fucking you rough until your passed out.
But you would never admit the kind of thought you had to anyone.
It’s something you would keep to yourself until the day you died, killed off by a shark.
« Y/N ! Can I get toppings on my ice cream? »
You were pulled out of your thoughts by Lena tugging on your cover-up, her big brown eyes sparkling with anticipation.
« Of course ! I’m sure your uncle has enough money for toppings, but you should ask him anyway..Just to be polite. »
« Uncle Pope ? »
Andrew glanced over, already searching for his wallet without hesitation « Yeah, sure. Get whatever you want Honey »
« Yay !! Thank you, uncle Pope ! Thank you, Y/N »
Andrew smiled fondly at his niece, and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, your chest feeling a little too full.
You loved the way he was with her. Despite his rough intimidating exterior, you felt something real beneath it, that’s what you liked to believe anyway.
The rest of the day went smoothly, Andrew dropped you off at your place. You had to get ready because Deran invited you to a private party at the bar with his friends and family.
During the drive, you tried to keep the conversation going, throwing him questions, small jokes, anything. But Andrew wasn’t responsive at all. Most of the time, Lena answered for him, filling the silence with her cheerful chatter.
« So..How is life ? Got a girlfriend ? » You asked casually, testing the waters, trying to figure out how to approach him, or how to flirt really.
Lena giggled instantly.
« Uncle Pope doesn’t have a girlfriend ! »
« Really ? A boyfriend ? » You teased.
Lena burst out laughing, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
You spent most of the afternoon trying to flirt subtly, resting your hand on his forearm when you laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, giving him soft glances. Nothing. His expression barely changed, his attention fixed almost entirely on Lena.
You admired that, you really did, but you wished you could get something out of him.
You hoped he would come tonight. You had already planned to wear your sluttiest, sexiest outfit. Maybe then. he’d look at you the way you looked at him.
« So….Any news ? » Deran asked later, sliding a beer across the counter toward you.
« What do you mean ? »
You replied, casually adjusting your neckline, subtly trying to make your boobs look better.
« Sponsorships. »
You scoffed lightly. It had been months now. At this point, you were almost sure your career was over. No calls, no offers, nothing. You had trophies, medals…But it was never enough. It was never enough for them
« Not really, let’s not talk about that tonight. »
« Are you sure ? »
« Yes, I’m sure. »
Deran gave you a tight-lipped, sympathetic smile. Before you could say anything else, you felt weight drop onto your shoulders; Craig’s arm.
« Hey, sexy. »
« Hey Craig » You replied, rolling your eyes but forcing a smile.
« This dress looks really good in you..Would look better on the floor, though » He winked.
You fake gagged right in his face and shoved his arm off you. Laughter erupted behind you, and when you turned, you saw Baz and Andrew watching.
« She got you man. » Baz said.
« Yeah, yeah, » Craig muttered, stealing your beer and sitting down beside you.
« Hey ! I was drinking that ! »
« Ask your boyfriend for another one »
« Deraaan, pleaaase » You pouted
Deran chuckled and handed you another drink. « There you go. »
« Thank you hot stuff. »
You caught Andrew’s reaction; his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He clearly didn’t know you and Deran weren’t actually a thing.
« Andrew, you look good. Lavender really suits you, it makes your face pop »
He gave you a nod in acknowledgement, that was it.
You sighed internally. Flirting with him felt like talking to a wall, and you weren’t sure how long you could keep it up. It had been a while since you’d gotten any attention, real attention. And the frustration was starting to build, internally and physically.
Your eyes scanned the room, searching for a distraction, if Andrew wasn’t going give you what you wanted, someone else would..
You spent most of the night flirting with someone else. He wasn’t terrible, just…boring. And definitely not as attractive as Andrew.
Still, you could feel Andrew’s gaze on you more than once, burning into the back of your head.
By the end of the party, you found yourself back at the bar next to Deran.
« Okay bestie, you have to help me, » you groaned. « I thought i wanted to hook up with that guy, but he’s the worst. Worse than Craig. So pleaseeee..help me out»
« Uh, yeah I— »
« I’ll handle it. »
Andrew’s voice cut him off.
You blinked, surprised. « What ? Are you sure ? I don’t want to bother you. »
« No, it’s fine. »
Before you could argue, he was already walking toward the guy. You watched, curious, as they exchanged a few words. The guy’s expression shifted quickly; from confident to..defeated ?
« Okay. let’s go. »
« W-what ? » You stuttered.
« I said let’s go. i’m dropping you off, I handled it »
« Okay... »
You turned back briefly. « Bye Deran. Love you »
The ride home was painfully quiet. Neither of you spoke. The tension in the car felt thick, almost suffocating.
When you arrived in front of you apartment, you hesitated before turning to him.
« Do you…want to come in ? I can get you a drink. Just to say thanks. »
He paused, then nodded.
Inside, you both sat on the couch, leaving an awkward space between you. You tried to make small talk, throwing out a few questions, comments..But all you got in return were quiet hums and short nods.
The silence felt louder than anything else and you were convinced he could hear all of your thoughts.
« You’re very quiet, you know. At first, I thought it was because you hated me- » He cut you off.
« I don’t hate you. »
« Yeah, I figured that out when I saw you were like that with everyone. »
« Hm. »
« Thanks for what you did with Stephen »
« Who’s Stephen ? »
You turned to look at him, wondering if he was serious. When you realized he was, you laughed.
« The man you rejected for me silly ! »
« Oh. Yeah, you’re welcome. »
There was a brief pause before he spoke again.
« I didn’t know Deran was that open. »
« Huh ? What do you mean ? »
« You. Flirting with other men. »
« I mean…? He is protective of me, i guess , but i’m a big girl you know. »
« So you guys are in an open relationship ? »
« What ? What are you-» You stared at him then burst out laughing. « A-are you serious ?? You think me and Deran are dating ? » You held your stomach as you laughed.
« You’re not ? »
« No !! Why would I flirt with you or any other men if we were ? »
« You flirted with me ? »
« Dude what ? Are you serious ? I didn’t know you were this dense. Open your eyes Andrew, I was trying to make you jealous by flirting with Stephen. »
« You were ? »
« Yeah ! What the fuck did you think i was doing these past few months ? I was always in your face. Even Deran noticed, I know he did he just didn’t say shit so i wouldn’t embarrass myself. »
« Why would you be embarrassed ? »
« You are sooo nonchalant dude, it’s insane. Which is hot, but come on…Give me something ! Even Lena noticed ! She is always making fun of me or trying to set us up »
You didn’t know why you felt so comfortable talking to him about your feelings. Maybe he just had that effect on you, or it was the alcohol running through your veins.
« Sorry. »
« Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t really expect much. I was hopeful, sure, but I also know you’re emotionally unavailable, and it’s okay i guess. »
« I think I’m going to go. »
« Oh ! Okay…» Guilt hit you instantly. You thought opening up had scared him, a creeping sense of remorse crawling up your spine.
Andrew stood up, brushing himself off as if trying to shake the tension from his body. He walked toward the door, you followed. He stopped suddenly in front of it and looked at you for a second. You caught a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but then he opened the door and left, leaving you standing there alone.
It had been weeks since that conversation with Andrew.
You still saw him almost every day, but something had shifted. Every time your eyes met, he looked away first. Every time you tried to talk to him, his answers were shorter than before, clipped, like he was carefully choosing how little he could say without being rude.
It stung more than you expected.
Deran had asked you more than once if something had happened between the two of you. When you finally told him everything, he just sighed, like he had sent it coming from a mile away.
« You probably scared him off, » He had said.
That’s what he told you, anyway.
Andrew stopped crashing your and Lena’s hangouts. And if he did show up, it was only for a few minutes, long enough to check that everything was fine before disappearing again. It hurt.
It felt like you had invaded his safe spaces, like your presence alone made him uncomfortable. And that had never been what you wanted. You didn’t know how to fix it, didn’t know how to go back to the way things were before; awkward, quiet, simple.
Back when he didn’t know how you felt.
But life didn’t really give you the choice to fix anything. The universe decided for you.
You were sitting at the Drop, when your phone rang.
It was just you, Deran and Craig. The place was quiet for once. You were all drinking, a joint being passed lazily between you while Craig and Deran argued over something stupid, voices overlapping in that familiar, chaotic way.
You excused yourself, wiping your slightly sweaty hands on your jeans as you stood up and answered.
« Hello ?…Yes, this is she…Wait-really?…OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!…Yes! Yes, of course-Okay perfect !…Okay!..Bye !! »
When you turned back, both men were staring at you, waiting.
« Okay don’t freak out » You said, holding your hands up, a grin stretching so wide it almost hurt.
« Why would we freak out ? » Craig asked, suspicious.
« I said don’t freak out ! »
« Just spill » Deran cut in, leaning forward slightly.
« I got a sponsorship… » You paused for effect, barely containing yourself. « From Red bull. »
For a second there was silence, quickly followed by chaos.
You jumped, and they jumped with you, both of them crashing into you in a messy group hug that nearly sent you all to the floor.
« Holy shit ! »
« Let’s go! »
« Wait… » Deran pulled back first, the excitement fading just a little as reality settled in. « That means you’re leaving »
« Yeah… » You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him tightly. « I know. I’m sorry. But I’ve been stuck in Oceanside for too long without anything happening. It was starting to get to me. »
He hugged you back just as tight.
« I’m so happy for you. Really, you deserve it. »
« I’ll send you free red bull for the bar » you added with a small laugh. « Save you some money »
« Oh, wow. » He said sarcastically « Don’t know what i’d do without you. »
«Damn » Craig cut in, ruining the moment as usual. « So you’re really leaving without hooking up with me? »
« Yeah, and thank God for that ! »
Deran snorted
« Alright ! » He clapped his hands together. « Free beers on me »
You and Craig cheered instantly.
When Deran came back, though, you could tell something was on his mind. He handed you your drink, hesitating for a second.
« Are you gonna tell Pope ? »
« Why would I do that ? » You frowned slightly.
« Yeah why would she ? » Craig added, looking between you both. Then something clicked.
« Oh my—Wait. » He pointed at you. « You wanna fuck Pope ! So that’s why you always rejected me ! »
« Ohhh yeah, Craig. That’s totally the only reason. »
« She doesn’t just wanna fuck him, she likes him. »
« Dude shut up » You smacked his arm.
« What ? Pope ? » Craig scoffed « Who would have a crush on him ? » You also slapped his arm.
« Well…me, duh » You took a sip of your beer, then sighed. « But I’m not going to talk to him about it. I’ve got a month left, and he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me, I’ll just leave quietly. »
Deran raised an eyebrow
« That man is always uncomfortable, one conversation is not going to kill him »
« Yeah…Maybe. We’ll see. If the moment comes »
« We both know you’re never gonna tell him »
You smirked. « You know me so well Babe. »
Weeks passed. You stopped trying so hard with Andrew. Every attempt ended the same way anyway; with him shutting it down before it could begin. At some point, you just…Let it go.
Or at least, you pretended to.
The day of your departure came faster than you expected.
And you still hadn’t talked to him.
You knew Deran had told him, you found out when Craig accidentally mentioned it. But even then, Andrew hadn’t come to you. Hadn’t said anything.
It was frustrating.
And honestly ? A little pathetic, but that was their family, wasn’t it ?
At the airport, everything felt too real.
You took your time saying goodbye, hugging everyone a little longer than usual, especially Deran.
« Send me a post card » He said, smiling.
« Obviously. First thing i do when i land. »
Craig pulled you into a hug next, messing with your hair.
« Nice knowing you sexy. Shame you’re leaving so soon »
« I’ll be back before you even notice i am gone, don’t worry bro »
You laughed, stepping back, then you saw him. Andrew stood a little further away, like he always did now. Close enough to be there, far enough to not be involved. Lena clung to your leg, crying, and you rested a hand in her shoulder, trying to soothe her.
You looked up at him
For a second neither of you moved. Then you smiled, careful.
He smiled back. And nodded. That was it.
« Bye Andrew. » You said softly. « I loved spending time with you…And Lena. »
Your voice almost caught at the end, but you pushed through it. You crouched down, hugging Lena tightly, promising her postcards, souvenirs, everything you could think of.
Then you stood up, and left, without looking back. Because you knew if you did, if you saw him standing there. Watching. You wouldn’t get in that plane.
A month later, Andrew still thought about you. More than he wanted to admit. More than he should.
Regret had a way of settling deep in his chest, heavy, constant. He replayed that night over and over, the things you said, the way you looked at this, the way he had just…Shut down.
He could have said something. Should have.
But he knew himself, knew the mess he carried, the things he couldn’t fix.
He didn’t want to drag you into that, not into his family, not into something that could hurt you the way it had hurt others.
Still…He missed you.
« Uncle Pope ! » Lena’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts as she ran into the living room. « Y/N sent us a box ! »
He was on his feet before he even realized it.
« Let me see »
He took the box from her little hands carefully, setting it down on the table like it was something fragile. Important. His fingers hesitated for a second over the tape before he finally opened it.
Inside were little things, trinkets, souvenirs.
And two postcards.
One for Lena. One for him.
He froze. Slowly, he picked his up. He hadn’t expected that. Not after the way he had treated you. Not after ignoring you for weeks. He read it once, then again. A small smile pulled at his lips before he could stop it.
‘Olá from Nazaré !
I hope you’re doing well.
Portugal is incredible, I think you’d like it. Or at least I’d like to believe you would.
I wasn’t sure if I should write to you. Part of me thought you probably wouldn’t want to hear from me after everything. But i couldn’t quite bring myself not to.
So here I am. Trying one more time.
I still think about you more than i probably should. Whatever we could’ve been if you pulled that stick out your ass.
Maybe it’s too late, maybe not. I guess that’s up to you now.
I left my number below. No pressure, really. But if you ever feel like talking, i’d like that.
- Y/N :)
xxx-xxx-xxxx’
Without thinking, he reached for his phone, his thumb hovered over the screen for a second, just long enough for doubt to creep in…Then he started typing.
Maybe you leaving wasn’t the end.
Maybe it was the only way either of you could finally move forward, together.
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warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, sex work (obviously!), age gap (20/40), size difference (he calls you “little one” and tosses you around a bit oop-), coercion, lust/love at first sight, misogyny (by other ppl, not pope), very insecure!reader (bc ppl are mean! but don't worry, pope takes care of them), murder (re: previous), inexperienced!reader (and pope loves that you are), praise kink, first kiss, unprotected sex, squirting, fingerfucking, forced orgasms, loss of virginity (on camera!), threats of anal (but no actual anal play!), choking, breeding kink, cnc/rape roleplay, fear play, sex toys, humiliation/degradation kink, he matches your freak (and you bring out his), kind of a slow burn all things considered
summary: andrew cody, better known as his stage name “pope”, is a rising star in the porn world. people love his gritty, dark, aggressive demeanor. so when you, an amateur porn producer, pitches an idea to him that aligns a little too well with his kinks, he finds himself wanting to only work with you.
to the point where he won't fuck anyone on camera that isn't you…
a/n: oh porn star!pope, he has been on my mind and I just had to write him out. he's too yummy (especially when he's fucked up)!
hope it's a sick read ♡
Andrew “Pope” Cody has a very strict routine. He wakes up, has a glass of water with his pre-workout supplements, then runs a few miles before heading back to do a few weight-lifting sets. When he feels like he has let the pent up energy out of his body, he'll shower and then eat a protein heavy breakfast so he can take the rest of his pills.
Because if he doesn't take his meds, he'll surely go crazy when he's on set. The medication numbs the worser parts of himself. The ones people usually are afraid of.
The ones directors tend to tell him to “tone down” when he's fucking whatever actor or actress they're asking him to for the week.
They're lucky he even cums. It doesn't feel good. Hasn't since he started working as a porn star.
But it pays the bills better than robbing people.
It also keeps him away from his family, since most of his shoots are in Los Angeles.
So, he deals with the fact sex is muted now. The medication helps him not feel some type of way about it, thankfully, because he doesn't have sex for fun.
It's all for work.
That is, until he meets you.
You're sitting off to the side, legs dangling off a dressing table, laptop resting on your beautiful exposed thighs.
It's hot on set. You're wearing flimsy little shorts and a halter top that lets Pope see much more than anyone should for a girl your age.
“Who is she?” He asks one of the producers on set.
Could you be his newest co-star?
Why is he…excited over that prospect?
Pope hasn't felt any kind of attraction in a long while, so if you are, maybe he'll actually get to enjoy himself for once.
He's curious to know what your pussy feels like.
Are you a loud performer or a more subtle and shy one?
Do you actually cum or do you just fake it for the camera?
He wants to make you cum for real.
But his desire gets shut down immediately when the producer he asked answers, “oh her? I don't know who she is. Probably one of the director's kids or something. Wannabe producer. Been trying to pitch a script but no one's biting.”
“Why's that?” Pope doesn't know why he's so curious about you.
The producer laughs, in that grating kind of way that makes Pope want to knock his teeth out. Especially when the guy goes, “because she wants to make girly porn. As if that shit will sell. Men aren't going to buy into any of that cutesy femme shit.”
Pope knows there's a female audience for porn. He has a lot of followers online. Plenty of them are women. And he is fully aware of the many comments he has read on his posts where some of his fans wish he would do more work that “catered to the female gaze”. He never understood what that meant. He has worked with plenty of female directors and producers before, but apparently they focus on making sure male audiences are satisfied first and foremost.
He's never read a script made for a woman's interest before.
Now, he's even more curious about you.
So much so, that he's walking over to you before he can stop his legs from doing so.
You look up and are startled to see Pope. You've never seen him in person before. You didn't know he'd be on this set. Your aunt is one of the directors and she didn't give you much notice on what exactly the production was.
“Oh, hi.” You put your hand out and introduce yourself. “You must be Pope, right?”
“Have you seen my work?” He asks, shaking your hand, his lingering in yours for a beat longer than he normally would.
“Clips here and there.” You seem a little flustered at his question. How cute.
“I heard you've been trying to pitch a script.” Pope is more direct than he intends.
You're surprised he knows about it. “I am, but it's probably not going to sell much.”
“Can I see it?” He leans back on the edge of the table next to you, gesturing to your laptop. “My shoot isn't for an hour. Wouldn't mind something to kill the time.”
“Oh, sure!” You scramble to pull it up.
Pope glances over your shoulder, seeing how many scripts you have written already. You're sifting through them, parsing out which one you'd want him to see. You decide on one where you had based the main lead on him and hand him your laptop.
“You can fold it over to use like a tablet.” You show him, your hands brushing against his as you do, your heart skipping a beat when you feel how big his fingers are.
Pope is so close to you that he nearly leans in and kisses you. He doesn't, but he does take a brief inhale, liking the smell of your perfume mixed with the sweat that's trickling off your neck from your nerves.
You sit there in silence, his big bicep casually resting on yours as he scrolls through your script. You take out your phone to distract yourself, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat from his proximity.
You never thought you'd ever get the chance to be near anyone in the industry. You always figured you'd be behind a camera. But Pope is right next to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.
It almost makes you dizzy how hot he is…
Pope is worried his skin is growing too red. He hasn't felt this turned on in years. Reading this script has him needing to resist getting hard, which is usually not the case for him. Most of the time, it's difficult to get hard and he'll end up needing a pill or some help.
But what you've written is too well-aligned with the fantasies that haunt his mind.
“What would you consider this?” He asks you when he finishes reading, handing you back your laptop.
“Ah, like a dark romance, I guess?” You had shown him the plot where the main lead, a distant family friend whom the other lead refers to as her uncle, lures her to his private estate for the summer so he can hold her captive until she agrees to be his forever.
“I like it.” Pope tells you in that flat tone of his that has you questioning whether or not you heard him correctly.
“Really? You might be the only person who thinks so.” You're elated to hear that but then immediately talk yourself down. “Everyone else I've shown it to thinks that it's too focused on his obsession with her and that it should be the other way around because “why would anyone want to watch a man throw himself at a woman”. Men wouldn't buy it, I guess.”
You bite your lip after you say that, wishing you hadn't just dumped all of that onto Pope.
You open your mouth to apologize but then Pope goes, “then those men just don't get the appeal. I think it's good and you should make it.”
“Wow.” You can't stop the big smile that forms on your face. “That's so sweet of you to say, Pope. I hope I get the chance one day.”
Pope wants to tell you that he'd make it happen but they're calling his name to get ready. So, instead, he tells you, “do you want to come over after this and talk more about it?”
You're speechless. No one has ever invited you over to their place before.
And it's Pope, of all people.
He never invites people over.
His house is his sanctuary.
But he wants you alone.
He wants to get to know you more.
He wants to see if your desires truly align with his own.
“I'll have to check in with my aunt first, since she drove me. But I'd like to.” You reply, reaching your hand up to touch your warm cheek.
You must look so flustered right now.
Pope loves the sight of it. Such a shy girl. To think you're on a porn set right now and about to watch him fuck someone else.
He'll have to put on a good show for you.
“I'll come find you after, little one.” He calls you what the uncle in your script calls his pseudo-niece and it has your skin flushing with more heat in response.
Once he's out of your line of sight, you bury your face in your hands, muffling a scream because what was that!
Did he really just…
You loop him calling you “little one” over and over in your head, wanting to memorize the sound of it for when you touch yourself later. You have to resist touching yourself now while you watch Pope at work.
You've, of course, seen him naked before. You've watched plenty of clips of his porn online. For research purposes, of course!
But there's something different about seeing him in person.
About knowing how his hands could feel, how warm his body is, how big he is compared to you that makes watching him pound his huge cock into his co-star all the more enjoyable.
Then, your heart stops in your chest when he locks eyes with you from across the set when he cums deep inside of her.
That wasn't in the script. Not in the one he's performing right now, because rarely does male centric porn ever “waste” a cumshot.
It's in yours, though, because you like the idea of getting filled and you're certain other people do too.
But for a shoot like this one, they want to see his cum on his co-star somewhere, for the visual.
Pope couldn't help himself, though. He wanted you to see what he could do to you. He hasn't cum that much in a long time, which might be the only saving grace for the shoot because when he pulls out of his co-star, so much leaks out that they don't have to fake it for the shot.
All in all a successful shoot so the director yells “cut” and it's done.
You meet Pope out in the parking lot afterwards, since your aunt didn't seem to care if you wanted to go home with a porn star. She knows he's clean, because he has to be for work, and that you're an adult so she's letting you make your own decisions. Her only warning to you was that you will likely get your heart broken dating a porn star.
But you wave off her concerns because you don't believe he's interested in you.
Pope just likes your scripts…right?
That seems to be the case when you come over to his house and he spends the entire time reading through every idea you've written.
You're both sitting on his couch together. He has on some kind of nature show, the one that follows a pack of lions throughout their day.
You watch one of the lions chase after a gazelle before it pounces on it and the gazelle becomes its next meal. You don't know why watching that has your heart racing so much.
Maybe it's because you're currently in a lion's den and he's looking to make you his next meal…
But you're oblivious to it, to Pope resting his hand on your thigh casually as he scrolls through your writing, asking you questions about it here and there like what you're looking to do, etc.
“I'd like to make a truly indie production.” You explain to him your dream shoot. “Like maybe only me and the stars on set. The script just being a loose guideline. Going with the flow, seeing where the scenario takes us naturally. I'd like for it to be organic and less “produced” than the stylized porn available now.”
“Have you ever thought of starring in it yourself?” Pope poses a question that has you stammering out your reply.
“I-I…um…” You shake your head, the nerves apparent in your voice as you admit, “I don't think I could. I've never…”
“No one has ever touched you before?” He can hardly believe that.
In his eyes, anyone would be lucky to have the chance to be near you. He can barely keep his eyes off of you as is.
“Why would they?” You chew on your cheek after you say that, wishing you didn't let your insecurity slip out so readily so you pretend to shrug it off, “it's not a big deal. I'm not in a rush to experience anything.”
“Shouldn't you experience the things you want to produce?” Pope doesn't mean to sound so coercive but it definitely doesn't help that his hand slides higher up your thigh as he asks, “wouldn't it be nice to know for your writing?”
“But no one would want to…” The words get caught in your throat when he leans in, his lips so close to your own that you can taste his breath.
“I'd want to.” His voice is so low, so intoxicating that you almost melt when he says, “if you'd let me, little one.”
This is all too similar to something you've written before. It's like he's roleplaying your own words back to you.
You don't know how to react to it…
“I don't think this is a good idea.” You tell Pope as he leans in closer to you, pressing a kiss on your jaw, making your whole body shiver as he trails upwards to the shell of your ear. “Oh god…”
“We don't have to do anything today.” He whispers right into your ear. “But I'd like to see you again.”
“Why?” You feel so stupid asking that, your insecurity leaking out again.
Pope cups your face, turning you to look at him, his gaze so intense. “Because I want to know what you look like when you feel good.”
His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, seeing the way you're trembling, the nerves overtaking you.
You're so precious, so scared, so perfect for him. He can't get enough of you.
“I'll probably be really bad at it.” You want him to be prepared. “You might not have a good time. I won't know what I'm doing.”
That makes him chuckle lightly. “I've got enough experience for the both of us.”
“I've never even kissed anyone before.” You admit with your eyes locked on his lips.
The lips you've watched go down on his co-stars. The lips you've seen leave marks on their skin. The lips you're desperate to kiss right now.
“Do you want to?” He brushes his lips against yours. A simple brush, not a true kiss, but it has your whole body quivering just from that light touch. “I think you do.”
“Will you go slow?” You have to ask because you're so nervous you'll get swept up in him.
“I'll go at whatever pace you want.” He pulls away and you don't like how disappointed you feel. But then, he pats his lap and gestures, “come here, little one.”
This is truly everything you've dreamt of and he's feeding into it. You stand up, staring down at his lap, trying to figure out how exactly you should sit.
When you've stalled for long enough, Pope just grabs you by your waist and tugs you down onto him. You're straddling his lap now, his large thighs becoming your new chair.
Your breath catches in your throat when his lips land on your neck all of a sudden, causing you to grip onto the thin black shirt he's wearing that doesn't leave anything up to the imagination. His chest is flush against yours and he can hear your heartbeat thrumming so quickly, like your heart might burst at any moment.
Pope smiles against the column of your throat, pressing a kiss there. Just one, right in the center, so he can feel the air get caught before it can reach your lungs.
“Stay calm.” He instructs, his words warm and oddly gentle. “It'll feel better if you aren't so worked up.”
“I'm sorry.” You don't know what you're doing…
You smooth out his shirt, worried you've wrinkled it from how hard you were gripping it for leverage.
“You can hold onto me, little one.” He takes your hand and places it onto his shoulder. “Lean on me.”
His other hand splays across the small of your back beneath your shirt, practically engulfing your skin. Every touch is sending signals to your core that you've never felt before. Anxious signals, screaming at you to stop this before you start feeling more than you should.
“Maybe we should stop.” You say out of concern, your nerves getting in the way.
“Just one kiss and then we can stop for today, okay?” He already has you on his lap. He can't lose out on this golden opportunity.
One kiss will be enough to convince you. Pope is sure of that, sure of himself and his skill.
He just needs you to say yes. And to stop squirming on his lap or he might have to do something about how hard he's getting.
“Okay.” You nod, gripping onto his shoulders like you might fall off his lap if you don't. “Just one kiss.”
“Atta girl.” He shifts slightly, pulling you closer until there's not an inch of space between the two of you. “Why don't you try?”
You shake your head immediately. “I'll fuck it up.”
That draws another chuckle from his lips, which you feel very prominently on yours from how close he is to you. “I doubt that. I want to see you try. Then I'll take you home.”
You take in a deep breath, your chest rubbing against his when you exhale. Pope's eyes drift down to your chest, loving how your top lets him see much more than he'd want anyone else to be able to. He'll have to make sure you only dress like this for him.
His eyes go back up to look into yours, that intense gaze of his making you even more nervous than you were already.
“I don't think I can do this.” You tell him as your hands ball up the fabric of his shirt beneath your fists. “I'm scared. My heart feels like it'll explode.”
So cute. Pope can't help thinking how adorable you are, so frightened by the prospect of a little kiss.
“And you want to produce porn?” He smirks at you, nudging your nose with his own playfully. “You need to be able to do this if you want to direct it, little one.”
“Okay, okay.” You know he's right.
You have to find the confidence to push forward, to make things happen.
So, you press your lips against his. You don't do it hard. It's the lightest kiss Pope has ever felt, laced with fear and anxiety.
Exactly the kind of kiss Pope has been dreaming about. Everyone he has ever kissed before you has been so full of themselves.
You are the exact opposite. So careful, so worried you'll do it wrong that you barely do it at all.
Just the gentlest little tap on his lips.
Now he needs to know how frightened he can make you.
So, Pope slides his hand up to the back of your head, securing you in place so that the moment you lift your lips away from his, he can press them right back down.
Your eyes widen, not expecting for him to kiss you back again right away.
It's not harsh. His lips just stick onto yours, keeping steady right there. Then, when he starts to move them, you start to panic, the blood rushing straight to your head and tension forming in your core.
You're wriggling in his lap like a scared little mouse caught in a trap.
Just the way he wants you to be.
“Easy.” He breathes against your lips. “Don't get scared. Just pay attention to what I'm doing and follow me.”
He tilts your head a little, angling himself a bit to get a better hold on your lips. You're gasping between each feverish kiss and Pope loves it.
Loves how inexperienced you are, how easily provoked you are.
Like when he grinds his hips upwards just as a tease and you moan against his lips unexpectedly, your face heating up in reaction.
“Oh god, I'm sorry.” You can't believe you're reacting this much.
“Don't be sorry.” He says, sliding his hand over to cup your jaw. “I like that you feel good. I wanted to see it, remember? I like hearing it too.”
“It's embarrassing though…” You feel like such a virgin.
You are one but you feel it a hundred times more because you're in the presence of someone who fucks for a living…
“Is it?” He nips at your bottom lip, liking how you shiver when he does. “I think it's cute.”
“You think I'm cute?” You don't believe him.
Not until he says, “I don't “think” it. You are cute, my precious little one.”
His precious…
Bad thoughts are running through your mind. Of hoping he means it and it's not just part of some roleplay of his. But you know that can't be true.
What could you offer him that he can't already get?
Pope can see the warring thoughts in your eyes. So, he leans in and kisses you again, which snaps you out of your own head. Especially when you feel the tip of his tongue flick your bottom lip.
“Let me in.” He says, his tone sultry. “I want to know what you taste like.”
Pope smiles when you grab onto him tighter, unable to keep yourself still otherwise. Then, you nod, since you can't bring yourself to say any words.
His tongue flicks at your lip again and this time, your lips part, allowing him in. You expect him to go slow, to let you adjust to the idea of his tongue in your mouth but he does the exact opposite.
He just ravages you, his tongue tangling with your own, stealing your every breath away. His kisses get rougher, his movements too. You can't hold in your voice when you feel him grip your ass with his hands and roll his hips against yours, forcing you to feel how hard his cock is beneath you.
You know how big he is. Porn star big.
Impossibly big for someone who has never had sex before.
Big enough that it feels like he's fucking you already.
“Wait, wait!” You gasp out onto his lips, trying to get him to stop because you don't think you'd be able to live with the embarrassment if you came from this. “Please, Pope, I can't—”
“Are you going to cum, little one?” He smirks at how scared you are of your own orgasm. “It's okay if you do.”
You shake your head. “No, I can't, not like this…”
“There's nothing wrong with cumming from this.” He keeps rolling his hips and since your lips aren't plastered to his, you can't stop the moan that leaves your lips. “Let it feel good. Stop resisting.”
“But I shouldn't—” You bury your face in his shoulder, dry heaving as the friction against your clit becomes too much to bear. “I don't want to cum, I don't want to—”
Suddenly, you feel his hand slip into your shorts and without any warning, Pope pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers until you cum so hard that you see stars in your vision. You're reeling, clinging onto him, your whole body shaking from the sudden surge of pleasure.
“There you go.” Pope starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, making you whimper into his shoulder as another orgasm builds inside of you all too quickly. “Let it happen again.”
He grabs your face with his free hand, pulling you up so he can kiss you again.
Kissing him feels very different when his fingertips are playing with your clit.
You're lightheaded, unable to breathe, so close to cumming that you're nervous you might pass out…
Then, he moves off your clit right when you're about to and you whine uncontrollably before catching yourself. He laughs lightly, almost menacingly, at your reaction to getting teased.
“Did you want to cum?” He asks you, wanting to hear you admit it.
You chew on your lip. You shouldn't tell him yes. You shouldn't even be doing this. You should have him take you home like he said he would.
But you want to cum.
It's addictive, that wave of pure bliss that he gave you. It was unlike any of the orgasms you've given yourself.
You want to know what it feels like to be made to cum by Pope.
So, you tell him the truth, “yes, please make me cum, Pope.”
“I like a girl who knows what she wants.” He says with a smile that could kill. “Can I make you cum with my mouth?”
Pope wishes he could take a photo of your shocked expression, all wide eyed and beautifully nervous.
“I-I've been on set all day. It's probably—”
“Then take a shower here.” Pope offers, if you're really that nervous. He likes that you didn't say no.
He likes that you're so easy to convince.
“Okay…” You can't possibly decline getting eaten out by a porn star. People would think you're crazy to miss out on something like that.
“Mmm, good girl.” He praises you, making your whole body yearn for his affection. “Now, I'll make you cum one more time before you shower.”
“Wait, what—” You squirm when Pope suddenly dips his hand into your underwear and slides a finger inside of you, “Pope, stop—!”
You can't stop gasping when his finger curls at the same time as he starts palming your clit, giving you the friction you were desperate for just moments ago. But now his thick finger is buried inside of you, searching for the spot that makes you cry out his name.
“Andrew.” He demands, thrusting another finger inside of you. “Call me Andrew when you cum.”
“Andrew, please, please, not there—” You cry out when he grazes the right place inside of you, your stomach tensing at the feeling, “your fingers are—oh god—”
You're saying his name on repeat into his shoulder when his fingers keep pounding right where you need them to until you're bursting at the seams, cumming all over his lap because he won't let you stop.
“No, no, I can't cum anymore!” You tug at his arm but he keeps fucking you with his fingers against your wishes, “please, Andrew!”
Pope's too strong. He has you locked on his lap with his other arm wrapped around you, pinning you to him as his fingers ravage your insides until you're squirting so hard that you drench his hand.
It's only when tears start streaming down your face that Pope finally lets you breathe, pulling his hand away.
In your daze, you watch him lick his hand clean, grinning so happily at you with your lovely glazed over eyes, so lost in your orgasm.
Pope leans in for a kiss and for the first time, you lean into it, kissing him back the way he taught you to. You're a bit sloppy with it, but he adjusts you until you're kissing him exactly how he wants you to.
“Someone's a fast learner.” He compliments you again, which gets you wriggling, your heart racing once more.
You glance down, at how wet you've made his lap, humiliation coursing through you at the sight.
Pope catches it and says, “do you feel bad for almost ruining my couch?”
“I'm sorry.” You do feel bad. You've never squirted before in your life.
You thought that was just something that happened in porn…
“How sorry?” He wonders aloud.
“Very sorry…” You definitely wouldn't be able to afford to buy him a new couch.
“Then help me get out of these pants.” He points to his lap. “Take them off before your cum can touch my couch.”
You stare at how daunting of a task this is going to be. But, you listen, grabbing a hold of his belt buckle and undoing it. Then, you unzip his pants.
“Now get on your knees in front of me and pull them off.” Pope's tone is so commanding that you do it without a second thought, moving to the floor in front of him. He stops you before you can tug at his waistband. “Wait a second, little one. Look up at me.”
You do, your eyes meeting his. He likes the way you look on your knees. You would look even better with his cock in your mouth.
He'll shelve that for another time, when he has trained you so well that you'll be begging to put him in your mouth yourself.
Pope nods, gesturing for you to continue. You tug off his pants by his waistband, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. You notice the spot of precum leaking from where the tip of his hard cock is pushed up against the fabric of his underwear.
You can't help but wonder what he tastes like…
It doesn't look like Pope will have to train you at all because you ask him, “can I try making you feel good with my mouth?”
“Sure.” He says, reaching over to grab his phone. “If I can film it.”
“W-What?” You weren't expecting that.
“If it's your first time sucking cock, we should get it on camera. It'll fund our future film.” Pope knows how much authentic first time content goes for, especially when he's an experienced star and you're just an innocent inexperienced reluctant woman who never thought she'd ever star in a porno.
“Y-You want to make my film?” You hadn't asked yet if he was interested.
“If you star in it with me, I will.” Pope doesn't want to do it with anyone else.
He only wants you.
“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point.
But he likes how cute you are, all surprised. “You heard me, little one. I'll finance it myself, just be my co-star.”
“But I don't know a thing about…being filmed…” You know there's a whole learning curve to it, of knowing where the camera is and what angles look best.
It's something you've never thought about for yourself. You've only considered it in the context of filming others.
“You'll learn. I'll teach you. Like right now.” He hits record on his phone, holding it steady in his hand. “You're going to suck me off for the very first time in your life.”
Pope grabs your hand, putting it back at his waistband, inviting you to take his underwear off.
You do it, leaving him bare from the waist down. He looks incredible like this, his cock hard and leaking precum. His shirt clings to his upper body beautifully, reminding you that you were just grinding on his lap with his chest pressed flush against yours.
You feel so small knelt in front of him like this. He hovers over you like a giant, engulfing you completely, consuming you with his eyes locked on yours.
“Now, do what you think is right. You've watched plenty of videos. You know what to do.” Pope wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times for the camera, before leaving you to do the rest.
You shake away the nerves so you can lean in, dragging your tongue along the bottom of his shaft until you reach the tip, swirling around it, tasting him for the first time. He chuckles at how stunned you look at how pleasant he tastes. You expected it to be more musky but it wasn't at all.
It's oddly…sweet.
“Do you like how I taste?” Pope takes a hold of his cock again, pushing the tip of it against your lips. “Let me feed it to you if you like it so much.”
You part your lips, letting his cock slip into your mouth. He's so big that your jaw nearly locks up trying to take him. You're careful with your teeth as he slides deeper inside, until he's so far down your throat that you gag.
“First time and you're already taking me like a porn star. Good girl.” His praise is so addicting that you start to suck on his cock in hopes he'll reward you with more. He does, which makes you so happy, “fuck, just like that, use your tongue too. You're doing great.”
You alternate between sucking on his cock and using your tongue to lick up and down his shaft. You try to pay attention to what triggers him to groan and focus on doing that. You know you're doing well when Pope puts his hand in your hair and grips it tight.
“God, I want fuck that face. Can I fuck your face?” He wants to use your mouth for his pleasure.
You nod, not really knowing what that entails. You know it's harsh from the videos you've seen but…you want to know what it feels like for Pope to use you to make himself cum.
So, you let him fist your hair rather roughly before he pounds his cock into your throat over and over again. You're gagging and crying but to Pope, you've never looked more beautiful.
He might not be able to post this video. It might just have to stay in his personal collection. Your first time taking his cock in your mouth.
Your first time swallowing his cum.
You gulp it down as he coats the back of your throat with his release.
“That's it, drink it up, don't waste a drop.” He slowly slips his cock out of your mouth and he can't stop himself from smacking your face with it a bit, so the camera can see how big his cock is compared to your face. You make him groan when you eagerly lick along his shaft again, since you assume it would look good on camera.
“Fuck, get over here.” He ends the video and drags you up onto his lap again. He grabs a hold of your face, looking at you fiercely as he asks, “who the fuck taught you how to suck cock like that?”
“You did.” You say the only correct response.
Pope lets out a dark chuckle. “Good girl. You're making me very proud.”
You want him to praise you more so you find the confidence to cup his face like he's doing to you and kiss him, applying the right amount of pressure against his lips that causes him to just start grabbing at your flesh, needing to touch you when your tongue flicks at his bottom lip.
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you.” He's looking forward to seeing how eager you'll be to please him once his cock is deep inside of you.
"Do you think you'll fit?” You look down, seeing the way his softening cock is still huge, pressing into your lower stomach.
“Don't worry, you can take it.” He presses his fingertips into your belly, massaging right where your womb must be, which draws out full body shudders from you. “You'll feel it right here and you'll love it.”
You meet his eyes and then, quietly, you ask him, “can we…do it a different time?”
Pope's jaw tenses at your question. “Why?”
You bite back a nervous sigh, your stomach churning from what you're about to say, “because I don't want this to be a one night stand…”
You let go of his shirt, not wanting to cling onto him when he'll likely kick you out for being so needy.
“I'm sorry.” You shake your head at him, deciding for him that you should leave. “I-I should know better. I'll just head out.”
“Wait.” He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. “Who says you get to leave?”
“Pope—”
"Don't call me that.” He doesn't want you to use his stage name. He wants you to use his real name.
You're the only one he'll let call him Andrew.
Which is why he doesn't understand why you can't see how special you are to him.
Maybe because no one has ever made you feel special before.
He'll have to change that.
“Andrew.” You saying his name allows Pope to relax his jaw. Though, he tenses again when you tell him, “I don't think I should stay. I'm going to do something stupid…”
“Like what?” He wants to know what you're running from.
“Like…” You look down at his slightly swollen lips, at how you wish you could just freely kiss him without the worry that he'll have to kiss someone else for show.
But you can't want that.
Your aunt is right. He'll end up breaking your heart.
So you need to push him away now, “I'm going to fall in love with you if we sleep together. I'm already…feeling too much from just…this. I'll fuck it up. I can't keep things casual. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”
“Then fall in love with me.” Pope states so nonchalantly that you think he must not have understood you.
“Andrew, I can't.” You shake your head at him.
“Why not?”
“Because you'd never…” You don't want to break your heart by saying it out loud but it feels like your heart has already decided to break.
“Do you want me to fall in love with you?” He asks, again with that flat tone of his that has you feeling like he doesn't understand the weight of his words.
“You won't.” Your answer isn't what he was looking for.
“Answer the question.” He's more stern now.
You pinch your lips together, tears welling your eyes. You should say no, because then you could run from this. From the desire to be his.
But you can't bring yourself to lie so you confess, “of course I want you to fall in love with me. But you won't—”
“Okay.” Pope hugs you tighter. “Let's fall in love.”
“What?” You're more astonished than you've been all night.
“What?” He parrots you.
“Andrew…don't fuck around with me.” You don't like whatever kind of joke he's making.
“I'm not fucking around with you. I want to fuck you, though. It doesn't have to be tonight but I'd like you to stay the night regardless.”
You blink at him. You're unsure if your hearing is fucked or not but did he really just say…
“Are you being serious?” You need a clear answer.
“Yes, little one.” He leans in to press a kiss on your temple. “I'd like you to stay the night. Sex is optional. I fuck for work. I wouldn't mind not doing it but I want to cuddle at least.”
“You want to…” You're speechless.
Pope laughs at how absolutely baffled you are. You turned out to be more fun than he thought possible.
“Is that bad? Would you not like to cuddle?”
“Of course I would love to cuddle.” You say it like that's the most obvious thing ever. “But, but…why do you want to cuddle with me?”
“You gave me a great blowjob.”
“Andrew!” You smack his chest and he laughs again. “I'm being serious!”
“I am too.” He smirks and you glare at him, making him smile even bigger. “You are so fucking cute. Come here.”
You're suddenly hauled up into his arms. You have to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips to keep yourself from slipping as Pope carries you past his bedroom and then sets you down in his bathroom.
“What are we doing here?”
“Well, you probably shouldn't have your first time in the shower but I want to shower with you.” Pope strips off his shirt, leaving him completely naked now.
He is used to people ogling him but knowing that you're so noticeably overwhelmed by the sight of him, he actually enjoys being looked at by you.
“You can touch me if you want.” Pope takes your hand and places it onto his chest.
You feel his steady heartbeat under your fingertips. It's calming but also worrying because if he felt something for you, shouldn't he…be more nervous?
It seems like you're the only flustered one, which you don't like. It has you feeling super insecure. But it makes sense that Pope doesn't react much, given his profession.
So, what makes you different enough that he wants to do this with you?
You can't wrap your head around it, your hand lifting off of him.
Then, out of a need to push him away, you demand something you doubt he'll give you, “I don't want to do this if you're just going to throw me away when you're bored of me.”
“Is that what you think I'm going to do?”
You nod, wishing you didn't feel this way.
“Hmmm.” Pope steps closer to you, grabbing a hold of your chin, lifting your face up to look at him since you've been avoiding eye contact this whole time. “How do I show you that I'm serious about you?”
You shrug. “I don't know…”
“Is there something you want?” He'll give you anything you want.
“Nothing that isn't super selfish.” You're honest there. Pope likes that you're honest.
“Tell me.” He wants to know.
“I want you to only kiss me.” You just spit it out but you don't think he'd actually say yes to this. “And I want to kiss you whenever I want.”
“So you don't want me to kiss anyone at work?”
You nod.
“But I can still fuck them?” Pope finds your conditions interesting.
“I'm not that selfish. I know what you do for work. I'm not looking to take away your livelihood but…if you only kiss me, I think that would be enough for me.”
“Alright.” He agrees way too easily for your liking.
“Andrew, I'm serious.”
“And I'm serious.” He leans down to press a kiss against your lips. “I won't even go down on anyone else. My lips are all yours.”
“Really?” You look at his lips, wanting to kiss him again but your nerves stop you. “Are you sure?”
“Only if you kiss me right now.” Pope needs you to seal the deal.
You kiss him immediately and he smiles against your lips, loving how visibly excited you are now. You're much more relaxed, which allows him to unbutton your shorts and tug off your bottoms, leaving you bare from the waist down. Then, he tugs off your top, his lips never parting from yours.
Pope drags you into his shower, turning it on, shielding you from the water until it's warm enough. He presses you up against the tiled wall, his hands roaming your naked body. You're no longer holding back, moaning against his lips when his hands cup your breasts.
“Just so you know,” Pope leans down to flick one of your nipples with his tongue, “you aren't allowed to wear such a low cut top around anyone but me from now on.”
“I promise I won't if you keep doing that.” That feels way too good.
He swirls his tongue over both of your nipples until they're nice and hard then he slides his hands up to tug at them. Before you can react, his mouth is back on yours, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, his thigh spreading your legs apart. You're so shy about how wet you are but Pope grinds his thigh into you, wanting to get you even more wet for him.
“Cum all you want, little one.” He says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “We'll wash up after so no need to hold back.”
It's destructive that Pope knows what he's doing. You wonder if he's been this way with anyone else. You can't possibly be the only one swept up in his charms.
But you are.
Because Pope hasn't felt desire like this before.
There's something about how absolutely overwhelmed you are by his actions. He finds it too entertaining. He can't get this from the people in his industry, nor would he want to.
He has been searching for someone like you. Close enough to understand what he does for work, but far enough away that you haven't been exposed to the sides of him that he's trying so hard to hide.
Does he need to hide them from you?
The things you have written have shown him that there's a darkness lurking in your mind that is on the same frequency as the needs in his.
Shall he test you?
You feel his hands slide up your chest and wrap around your neck. Pope can feel your breaths quicken, fear suddenly causing your body to tremble in his hold as he squeezes around the delicate column of your neck.
“Are you scared of me?” He looks at you with the blankest stare you've ever seen.
And you can't believe how turned on you are.
Because he's performing your script, albeit with a bit of improv since this scene doesn't happen in a shower. But it's the same concept.
Hands wrapped around your throat, thigh between your legs, nerves on high alert.
So, you answer just as you wrote it, your voice the right amount of shaky, “d-do you want me to be?”
Pope doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.
He just steps aside, letting the warm water of the shower suddenly hit your face. You shoot your hands up, trying to stop the water from getting into your eyes but then Pope squeezes your throat and you gasp, swallowing water uncontrollably instead.
“Wait!” You can't push his hand away before it slips between your legs, dipping a finger back inside of you. His thigh keeps your legs apart so you can't resist him adding another one. “Andrew!”
“Scream my name louder.” He grips you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Let me see how scared you can get.”
In all his content, you've never heard Pope sound so frightening before. He usually plays the rougher, harsher characters but the producers never let him show this side of himself. The one he developed in prison.
The one that yearns for the dark.
Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as his fingers drive into you over and over again. You cling onto him desperately, trying not to topple over completely but it's so hard to stay still when he's fucking you with his fingers like this.
The steam is getting to your head. The look in his eyes is heating up your core. The desire he has to see you completely unravel is messing you up inside, more than his fingers already are.
You should've known better than to expect vanilla sex from Pope.
This is what he truly likes. He only wishes it were his cock getting milked by your tight pussy instead of his fingers. But you need to loosen up a bit or you'll never take him.
You need to be able to handle him at his worst because the moment he puts his cock inside of you, he'll surely lose all rationality.
Like he does right now, when you kiss him out of nowhere.
Pope did promise you that you could kiss him whenever you wanted but he would've never guessed that you would do so while he was abusing your pussy with his fingers.
And now, he has to fuck you up.
You moan when Pope kisses you back, his tongue flicking at your lips, his movements rougher and sloppier than before. It helps that the shower washes it all away, making his rather aggressive kisses much more enjoyable since there aren't layers of spit to contend to.
You cum so much when he curls his fingers just right and he basks in how your pussy clenches to his fingers. “I need you to do that on my cock.”
“I think I'll die if you fuck me.” You might die right now because his fingers haven't stopped moving inside of you despite your blatantly obvious orgasm. He moves his fingers rapidly side to side until you're close to collapsing, your head so dizzy from cumming so hard all over his hand and thigh.
You're clinging onto him for dear life and it's only when he thinks you actually might pass out that he slows his fingers and pulls out of you.
Then you feel a light slap against your cheek. “Stay with me, little one.”
“I'm…dizzy…” You feel so lightheaded from the steam and the orgasms.
“I've got you.” Pope helps you wash up.
You find it odd how gentle he's being in the shower now. He's almost too focused on making sure you're taken care of from head to toe.
He even helps dry you off after the shower. He seats you down on his toilet so he can plug in his hair dryer and blow dry your hair for you.
You feel utterly spoiled, especially when he pulls one of his shirts over your head so you have something to wear and aren't cold while he finishes up with your hair.
It smells like him. You like that a lot.
“All done.” He pats your head. “Feeling better?”
You nod. “Refreshed.”
“Want some water?”
“Can I come with you?” You put your hand out then realize what you're doing.
Were you seriously going to try to hold hands with Pope?
Would he even—
Pope grabs your hand and yanks you to your feet, interlocking his fingers with yours as he walks the two of you out of his bathroom. Your heart is beating out of your chest at the sight of him leading you to his kitchen, hand firmly clamped around yours.
When you're close enough to him, he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen counter, legs dangling off like you had them earlier on that dressing table. He likes the look of your bare legs. Maybe he'll have you stay pantless at his place.
“What do you want to drink?” He opens his fridge, gesturing to the few options he has.
Protein shakes, water bottles, beer and some juice. Usually he doesn't drink anything besides water. Tonight, he feels like a beer.
“I'm not old enough to drink.” You hadn't thought about that.
Pope didn't realize you were that much younger than him. “Do you want one?”
You shake your head. “I want to be sober when we cuddle.”
That makes Pope put his beer back in the fridge and grab water instead. “Then we'll both be sober.”
You don't know why that makes you so happy but the butterflies in your stomach are going nuts.
He rests his hand on your thigh, massaging it gently as the two of you drink water. You like the casual touching.
You like Pope, a lot.
So you set down your half-finished bottle of water then put your hand on his chest. It's bare. He's only wearing underwear. He looks way too good like this.
It makes you almost frustrated that this sight has been seen by millions…
“Like what you see?” He steps closer to you, tossing his bottle of water aside so he can place both of his hands on your thighs. “You can touch me as much as you want.”
“You aren't tired of being touched?” You're worried that after the shoot, he must not want to do this for much longer.
But then he says, “I'd never get tired of being touched by you.”
“Have you always been such a flirt?” You chuckle, your hands roaming his bare skin more freely now. “I hope you don't regret this. I might never want to let you go.”
You say it like a joke but Pope says it back like a promise, “I'm never letting you go.”
“We just met.” You remind him.
“You don't believe in love at first sight?” He thought you'd be more of a romantic type than a realistic one, given your aspirations.
“Love…” You blink up at him. “Are you saying…?”
Pope doesn't hide his truth. “I knew you were special the moment I saw you. I was hoping you'd be one of my co-stars.”
“I…still can be…” Your skin heats up when you say that, not believing that it actually came out of your mouth.
“Do you want to make content with me?” Pope wouldn't mind that.
As nice as it is to get paid regularly to do bigger porn productions, he knows he could pull the same numbers if he started making videos on his own. Or with you.
Especially with you.
“What if you get sick of fucking the same person?” You let your insecurities flood out, sighing.
“I could ask you that.” He spreads your thighs open with his big hands, settling his hips between them.
You glance down, surprised to see that he's hard. His cock is practically begging to burst out of his underwear.
“Are you going to get tired of being fucked by me?” He grinds his cock against your bare pussy. You can feel so much warmth radiating off of him despite the layer of fabric between the two of you.
It has your heart leaping out of your chest when you answer, “I doubt I could ever get bored of you.”
“I feel the same way about you.” Pope wants to reassure you that he's choosing you.
He can't help it. He hasn't wanted anyone like this before.
He would give it all up for you.
But he knows you're too sweet to let him. “You don't have to stop making porn for me, Andrew.”
“Say my name again.” He likes hearing it from you.
No one ever calls him Andrew, especially not in porn. And he is grateful for that because now the only memory he has of someone moaning his name is you with your lovely voice.
“Andrew.” You wrap your arms around his middle, tugging him to you. “I'm serious. Don't throw away your livelihood for me.”
“I'm not throwing it away. I'm shifting to a new style. You can help me. It would be good filming practice.”
You can't believe what he's offering you. “You'd let me direct you?”
“You said you wanted to make an independent production. Doesn't get more independent than just you and me.” He leans down to press a light kiss on your forehead to comfort you, since you're staring back at him so baffled. “I'd like to film with you. Only you.”
“I'm unsure if I'm star material…” You've never even had sex before.
How can Pope be so sure you won't drag him down?
Because he made that video of you going down on him earlier, looking like such a beauty that he's sure anyone would get riled up seeing you on camera.
“Why don't we practice?”
“How?” It will probably take you forever to get comfortable in front of the camera.
“I'll teach you everything about sex one step at a time. We'll film the whole thing, leading up to the first time we fuck.” His words have your heart racing unbelievably fast. “We won't fuck until you're ready to film it. Until you know your angles and what you want to show the world.”
“You would…wait that long?”
“Would that make you happy, little one?” Pope wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer to him.
You nod. You'd like that a lot.
So, that's what you and Pope do.
You help him set up an account on a reputable adult content sharing site. You shouldn't have been shocked how quickly he builds a hefty fanbase willing to buy his personalized content but you are.
He's making so much money. More money than you'd ever need for a simple production like you've been planning.
And Pope thanks you for his success.
He has you do all the filming. All your ideas sell very well to his audience, who love the jerk off videos where he's talking about how much he wants to kidnap you and rape you until you're his forever.
It's easy for Pope to make this content because he doesn't have to pretend. He's being completely honest and his fans can feel it through the screen. But he isn't talking to them.
He's talking to you, his pretty girl behind the camera who he has a vibe strapped to. He doesn't let you cum until the filming is over. He wants you wet and aching for him the moment the camera shuts off.
It makes for incredibly authentic videos when you're so desperate for him after all the edging. He has gotten a little too good at making you cum on his tongue.
You cum so well for the camera. You never have to fake it. And everyone who follows Pope wishes they were you.
You satisfy them by filming from your point of view, letting the world watch your porn star boyfriend eat you out and finger you until you're squirting all over his face, which he licks up in a way that has people begging for more content like that, where they can pretend to be you.
You've been faceless thus far. You're worried about showing yourself, that it might kill the fantasies of the viewers.
“Let them be envious.” Pope tells you while you're both cuddling in his bed. “I want to be able to see you in those videos too.”
“You might be the only one who would, Andrew.” You smile at that, though.
You really like him. He really likes you. And you believe he does because he is always making these kinds of comments. About how he wants the world to know that you're more than just his co-star.
But you urge him against it.
It's better for him if people don't know he's dating anyone.
You know this because you've been deleting all the messages that he's been getting where they complain about you being there. They want Pope content, not you. And if you are there, they want less of you and more of him. Which makes sense, since it is his account.
Pope can tell you've grown more apprehensive about filming content together. You insist on just filming him. But he doesn't want to film alone anymore.
He likes filming with you. He likes having you on camera with him.
He would like it even more if he got to fuck you but you're scared to do it.
Because you've read several comments telling Pope that they'll unsubscribe if he fucks you. A lot of them are sick of you “capitalizing his time and attention”. They miss when he made porn with different people because at least then, they could pretend he belonged to anyone and everyone.
But he belongs to you.
And you're starting to feel bad about it.
You don't want his career to get stunted because of you. Even though you can't possibly leave him. You love him.
These last few months have been incredible. You've learned so much about filming and about your own body.
You want to have sex with Pope but you're afraid that the moment you do, you'll never be able to let him go.
You feel selfish for wanting him all to yourself when there's so many people willing to throw ridiculous amounts of money at him as long as he stays “available” in their eyes.
But you don't know Pope.
Pope doesn't give a fuck about any of those people. He only cares about you. He has enough money. He doesn't need to make porn anymore.
If anything, the porn is just an excuse to keep you in his life because he worries you're not as crazy about him as he is about you.
Any time he tries to initiate sex, you worm your way out of it. He even tells you that you don't have to film your first time but that still doesn't persuade you.
You don't come over as often anymore. Only when he wants to film content and you don't stay the night. He can't convince you to, either. You always have some kind of excuse.
Your behavior is making him lose his mind.
He misses you when you aren't with him. He tells you this and you believe him but you also keep up the self sabotage because you delude yourself into thinking that he'll get sick of you eventually, especially when you're acting like this.
Why would he want you when you're being a burden? You keep it up, in hopes he'll finally see that you're not good for him, that you're making his life worse.
Even though Pope's life feels empty without you…
So empty that he has to fill the void somehow.
And he starts when he catches a comment on an old video of his.
You haven't been over in a week. He missed you so much that he went back to watch a video that he uploaded of you cumming on his tongue for the first time. He likes that video a lot because you're so shy about how hard you came and he chuckles on video. It's such a natural interaction between the two of you. Beautifully intimate, which is why Pope wanted to rewatch it. He figured other people would like the genuine connection you and him have.
But apparently, some people don't like this video at all.
He clicks on the profile of the person who left a comment saying that they wish Pope would stop making videos with you because they don't like you. He sees all the comments you deleted from his account from this person, since they're only deleted on his end, not theirs.
They're all hateful, disgusting comments that make his blood boil.
Pope realizes then that you've been hiding this from him. He doesn't get why.
Don't you know that he'd take care of these people for you?
These aren't people you need to worry your lovely head about, little one.
Pope will handle it.
He'll handle each and every one of them.
Then, you won't have anything to worry about anymore…
You find it strange that Pope's house smells like bleach. It never used to smell like bleach. You know he likes to clean but it's been more excessive lately.
You're concerned so you ask him the next time you come over, “is everything okay, Andrew?”
“Everything's great.” He's getting through his list quicker than he thought he would.
Killing people was something he figured would take him a while to get back into the groove of but he's been disposing of bodies left and right without much extra effort. Though, it helps that he feels incredibly motivated to kill, versus before where he was forced to kill for his mother Smurf.
This is easy. He'd do anything for you.
The next jerk off video Pope posts is…dark.
You didn't plan any of the dialogue. Usually you have a light script written up for Pope to follow along with but today, he just improvised.
He talks about how much he wants to fuck you, that he would do anything for you, including torture and kill people who are bad to you and dispose of their bodies so you don't have to see them ever again.
As long as you belong to him.
It's the most fucked up video he has made thus far.
And it sells like hotcakes.
People eat it up, loving that he's so crazed in it. He cums hard for the camera too, harder than he has in a long time.
Though, his audience has no idea it's because Pope was looking at you and that haunted expression on your face that he wishes he could see while he's buried inside of you.
That frightened expression never leaves your face.
Because you ask him, “were you being serious in that video?”
And Pope answers without flinching, “yes.”
You're laying beside him in bed. You decided to stay the night after editing and posting that video because it's been a while and you've missed sleeping next to him.
But now you're…scared.
More scared than you've ever been.
Because you saw what looked like a fingernail in the bathtub. A whole fingernail, caught under the stopper. Like it couldn't get washed away fast enough.
His bathroom reeked of bleach and other chemicals.
But you have no reason to believe that Pope would actually kill people…
“That was a pretty creative concept.” You try to make light of it but it falls flat.
Especially when Pope furrows his brows at you. “Concept?”
“Yeah, for the video.” You blink up at him, confused. “You were just acting, right?”
“Do you think I'd cum that hard if I was acting?” He chuckles at your horrified look. “You should know I'd kill for you.”
“Andrew, that's not funny.”
“It's not a joke, little one.” His grip around your waist tightens because you attempt to wriggle out of his hold but he won't let you. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to go home.” You tell him because you're actually super freaked out right now.
He has to be joking. There's no way…
You can't be here if he's being serious.
“You promised you'd stay the night.” Pope has worked so hard these last few weeks for you. He deserves a treat. He wants to fall asleep with you in his arms.
“Andrew, I want to go home.” You push at his arms but he won't budge. “Andrew, please!”
Pope is tired of this. Of you fighting him and his needs.
He knows you want him too.
You'll appreciate what he's done for you someday.
Even if you're afraid of it right now.
You shriek when Pope pins you down on the bed, his body weight making it impossible for you to move. You feel how hard his cock is, rubbing up against your lower belly, making it known what he wants to do to you.
“I'm going to fuck you and you're going to enjoy it.” He's done waiting.
“No!” You shout at him, shoving at his chest. “I want to go home!”
“This is your home!” He shouts back at you, his words silencing you completely as he exclaims, “you loved it here, you loved being with me! Until those stupid motherfuckers put it in your head that you weren't good enough for me. It's okay though. I took care of them. They won't bother you anymore, little one.”
“You…what?” You're going to pretend you didn't just hear that.
But then Pope makes it very clear what he's done, so you can't avoid it any longer. “I killed anyone I could who said anything mean about you.”
And now you're left with that shocked look on your face that has his cock throbbing against your belly.
“Thankfully, a lot of them were local.” He continues detailing what he's done for you. “I cleaned up the vermin. You're welcome.”
“You're…you're sick.” You think back through the last few months.
Has Pope been taking his pills?
He hasn't. Because why does he need to when you'll accept him as he is?
You love all of him, don't you?
Don't you?
“Andrew, you need to get off of me.” You push at his shoulders but again, he doesn't dare move.
“Why?” He likes being on top of you. It's one of his favorite places to be.
“Why?” You repeat back to him, baffled that he doesn't get why you're afraid of him. “You just told me you killed people.”
“So?” He doesn't know what the big deal is.
Pope grew up around killers. He grew up killing people. This isn't anything new to him. Just a part of himself that he revived for your sake.
You seem ungrateful though…
“You can't just murder people for being mean to me!” You scream at him, pounding your fists against his hard chest. “Get off of me!”
“I can and I will.” He snatches your wrists and holds them above your head. “I'd do it again and again if you needed me to.”
“I don't need you to kill people for me…” You can't move at all. He has you locked down tight right now.
“That's how I know you're perfect for me.” He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “You would never make me do what needs to be done. You care so much about me.”
You are in complete disbelief.
Of course you care about Pope but…do you care enough about him to let him murder people?
People who specifically were rude and nasty to you?
Do they even deserve to live?
You shake that deadly thought away. No, that's wrong. You shouldn't be happy that Pope killed those assholes for you.
You shouldn't encourage this behavior.
You shouldn't feel so…good that he would do that for you.
This is fucked up, beyond fucked up.
It's your wildest fantasy come true.
But some fantasies should stay fantasies…
Because if you indulge in any more darkness, you'll surely never find your way out.
Is that really a bad thing?
Can't you just…enjoy being his?
Pope wouldn't do this for just anyone. You're obviously special to him. You are fully aware of that now.
And it makes you sick how much you like it.
“Andrew, we can't be together.” You want to see how crazed he can get about you. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”
Something fucking snaps in Pope when you say that.
He lets out a low, menacing growl. Like you've triggered the beast in him that he's been trying his whole life to keep caged.
“You think you get to run from me, little one? You think you have a choice here?” He starts laughing maniacally and your entire body freezes up. “I don't give a fuck what you think. You're mine whether you want to be or not.”
Then, Pope gets off of you. He stands up, at the edge of the bed, and looks at you staring up at him with wide eyes, so full of that delicious fear.
“I'll give you until I'm done setting up.” He's being generous. You won't get very far. “But just know, the moment I catch you, I'm raping you on camera.”
Your chest tightens. Every breath you take is a struggle. Your body is trembling all over.
The thrill is unlike anything you've ever felt before.
Pope ignores the fact that you're still laying in bed, stunned. He focuses on getting all the cameras set up.
Why would he care if you decide not to run? Makes his life easier if you don't.
You scramble to your feet when you see him pull out several toys, including a butt plug, so he can clean them and get them ready.
That's when you start to actually panic.
Because you told Pope you don't want to do any kind of anal play until you've gotten used to sex.
But it looks like he has stopped giving a fuck about what you want.
He's going to take both of your virginities, right here, right now.
Live on camera.
You shriek when he tries to grab you. You duck under his arms and sprint out of the room. You should've ran sooner. He's so much faster than you are.
You barely make it to the front door before Pope slams you against it. The wind is knocked out of you immediately which is why you can't fight back when he grabs you by the hair and drags you back towards his bedroom. You have no strength left. Or rather, he is so much stronger than you.
He tosses you onto the bed without breaking a sweat and he does it again and again, each time you try to get out of it. You're immediately thrown right back down.
“Stay put.” He commands but you don't listen, making him click his tongue in irritation. “This would be easier if you stopped struggling. I can make you feel really good.”
“I don't want to.” You shake your head at him, trying again to get off the bed but this time Pope is done with fucking around.
He grabs you by the throat and holds you down onto the bed. You flail beneath him, kicking at him, screaming at him but the words don't come out.
The only words that can be heard are his, “you know I could just kill you.”
You still completely at that. He smiles down at you, caressing your face with his free hand. It's not comforting. It's so fucking scary. He's so fucking crazy…
“What will it be, little one?” He grips your throat with both his hands now, tightening his hold, making you choke for the cameras. “Do you want to die or do you want to get fucked?”
He lets go of your throat for just a moment so you can tell him, panic in your quiet murmur, “I don't want to die…”
“Good girl.” Pope praises you for making the right choice, giving you a light kiss on the temple. “You're going to let me take your virginity, then?”
You nod reluctantly.
“Including your ass?” He wants the camera to catch you consenting to this, even if it's obviously coerced.
“Please, Andrew, not my—” His hands don't allow another word to leave your lips, gripping your neck so hard that your eyes feel like they might pop out of your skull.
“Don't be a bad girl.” He shakes his head at you, full of disappointment. “Tell me the right answer.”
He loosens his hold and waits for you to tell him what he wants to hear.
Heat flashes in his gaze when you answer, “no.”
“No?” His lips curve into a big smile, a smile so wide that anyone could tell it's an evil one.
“I don't want this.” You tell him and you're unsure if you're acting or not. It's a little bit of both… “You're going to rape me. I didn't sign up for this.”
“Oh?” He moves his hands to the side of your head, leaning down until you can feel every word he breathes out on your lips, “what did you sign up for, then?”
Pope isn't expecting you to cup his face with your hands. Nor is he expecting for you to rest your forehead against his before kissing him on the lips.
He has missed the feel of your lips on his.
It feels like it's been too long since the last time the two of you kissed.
“You.” You whisper to him, so softly so the cameras can't hear it. “I love you, Andrew.”
“Are you being serious?" He won't let you live if you're fucking with him right now.
You nod, smiling up at him. “I love everything about you.”
“I was about to rape you.” He wants you to realize what you almost made him do.
“I was going to let you.” You nuzzle his nose playfully before telling him, “you still can.”
“Don't push me.” He refuses to let you tempt him any further.
But you entice him too much. “I want you to, Andrew. Take me like you've always wanted to.”
His breaths grow heavy, desire clouding his judgment. “We're going to have to cut this part out of the video.”
“Want to kiss me a little first?” You say with a lovely grin.
“Fuck.” He finds you so adorable. “I love you so much.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you lay there, tongues tangled, hips grinding against each other until you're aching for him to fuck you already.
When Pope can't handle it anymore, he tells you, “we make love for us. Then we fuck for the camera.”
“I like that idea.” You giggle happily when he tugs off your clothes until you're bare beneath him. “My turn.”
You strip him and Pope knows then that you're the one for him. Because you're so gentle with him, with every touch. You treat him like he's precious to you. It's all he has ever wanted.
You're beautifully bashful when he starts kissing up and down the length of your body, his hands roaming your skin, wanting to memorize what you feel like.
“I hope you know the moment we fuck, we're never stopping.” He warns you because he's been waiting for this for too long. He's going to need to have his fill of you.
“Don't tease me with a good time, Andrew.” You spread your legs for him, dipping your hand between them to show him how wet you are. “Will you touch me? I've missed you.”
“You have?” Pope hadn't realized how desperate he was to hear you admit it out loud.
“I'm sorry I was being distant.” You feel really bad about it.
“It's okay.” He would've suffered as long as you needed him to. “Just don't do it again.”
“As long as you don't kill any more people.” Your words make him snap up to look at you.
“But what if they're mean and deserve to die?” He says between gritted teeth and you hold back a laugh.
Pope can be like a vicious puppy sometimes. It's so cute.
“I don't want the love of my life going to prison over a few internet trolls.”
He grumbles. “Fine. Then I'll take out my frustration on your pussy.”
You gasp when he dives between your legs without warning, his tongue dipping into you immediately. You squirm when the tip of his tongue starts flicking that spot inside of you that has you begging him to stop or you'll burst.
“Wait, slow down—Andrew!” You push at his head, trying to get him to stop because your orgasm is building too quickly. “Stop! I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”
Your orgasm hits you right then and Pope has a little too much fun licking it up, the sounds surely getting captured on camera.
“Cum as much as you want, little one.” He says as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, curling them right where his tongue just was, sending shivers through you. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
You grab a hold of his hair when Pope starts sucking on your clit while his fingers pounds into you. You're trying not to be too vocal. You know the audience doesn't like it. But Pope likes it, so he makes you cum so hard that you can't hold back your voice.
And he does that over and over again until you're begging and crying for him to give you a break.
“I can't cum anymore, Andrew.” You won't survive if he makes you cum again.
You're so overstimulated…
Pope lets out a sigh. “Fine, we'll take a break.”
Though, a break in his mind really just means he's going to take his time marking every inch of your skin with his teeth. You don't know if this is any better than cumming your brains out. Now you're sensitive all over. Everywhere he touches sends sparks to your core.
Pope's prepping you to cum hard on his cock. He wants your first time to be so good, you become addicted to fucking him.
So he has to pull out every trick in the book.
Edging you until you're dripping wet and aching for something deep inside of you.
“Finally ready for my cock?” He asks, smirking at the desperation in your eyes.
“Please.” You want him so badly.
Pope settles his hips against yours. He grabs his cock, dragging it up and down the length of your wet slit, coating himself in your slick.
“Deep breaths, little one.” He instructs as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance. “You're about to take a porn star's cock for your first time. You'll need to relax.”
Easier said than done because it feels like he's splitting you in two from just the tip of his cock pushing past your entrance. You're gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he slips more of himself into you slowly.
“Too much.” You cry out, shaking your head, feeling overwhelmed. “You're too big.”
Your words cause his cock to twitch inside of you which only makes you wriggle even more. It's so intense, the pressure of being pried out like this.
“Focus on me.” Pope leans down to kiss you, distracting you with his soft lips and loving words. “You're doing so well. Your pussy feels so good.”
“Yeah?” You like that he feels good too. “Do you like my tight virgin pussy?”
He growls low. “I love it.”
His cock barely fits inside of you. He'll need to fuck you a bit to loosen you up. So, he grabs your hips and looks at you with so much need in his eyes.
“I'm going to fuck you now.” He gives you a moment to prepare yourself. “Until you're covered in my cum.”
You shake your head. “I want you to cum inside of me. Pump a baby into me, Andrew.”
The moment you say that, it's like any remaining rationality Pope had left completely crumbles.
He pins you down by your shoulders and just starts ramming into you. You've never felt such forceful thrusts before that your body doesn't even know how to react.
You just cum. That's all you can do.
“Oh god—” You grab a hold of his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he pounds you into his mattress. “Too rough, you're being too—!”
His hands slide to your throat and the moment he cuts off your air, you squirt on his cock and he laughs. “Someone likes it rough.”
You're clawing at him now, drawing blood, unable to handle the orgasms he's pulling out of you. Your vision is going blurry. You can't think straight.
And you see stars when he whispers in your ear, “how does it feel to get raped for your first time?”
Your body convulses under him in response and Pope loves how your pussy is clenching around him, milking his cock, begging for his cum. When he finally gives it to you and lets go of your throat, you're gasping for air, cumming your brains out on his cock pumping hot ropes of cum inside of you. You love how warm you feel, completely filled up with his release.
You don't want it to end.
You want to be wrung out like this for the rest of your life.
Pope pulls out of you and you expect it to be over but then you feel three of his fingers replace his cock. You're so sensitive that an orgasm washes over you just from him idly stroking your insides. He's merely resting his fingers inside of you, to keep you plugged up, but you're cumming on them too easily, drenching his hand.
“You're spilling my cum, little one.” He thrusts as much as he can back inside of you. “I need you to hold it in.”
“It's hard…” Especially when he keeps curling his fingers on purpose.
“Who taught you to cum like a porn star?” He can't even count how many orgasms the cameras must've caught by now.
“You.” You answer honestly, earning yourself another orgasm when his fingers start fucking you faster. “Andrew!”
“Don't cum.” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you with every stroke. “If you cum, I'm going to rape you.”
You glance down. Pope is hard again already. Usually it takes longer but when he looks at you, his body is just ready to fuck.
Especially now that his cock has had a taste of your pussy.
He can't possibly quit now!
Your whole body tenses in a poor attempt to stop the orgasm that will inevitably shatter you. But Pope is ruthless with his fingers.
Then he tugs at your perky nipples with his free hand and you burst like a dam, cumming all over his fingers.
You don't get a second to collect yourself before Pope flips you onto your stomach and pounds every inch of his cock inside of your still spasming pussy. His weight keeps you held down to the bed as he fucks you like an animal desperately needing to breed. He wants you pregnant.
He needs you to have his baby.
You don't know how many times Pope cums inside of you. The batteries in the cameras all die at a certain point but he doesn't stop fucking you.
It's a compulsion at a certain point. The moment he's hard again, his cock is buried inside of you. Your pussy has molded to his shape. Your body yearns for his release.
The two of you don't stop fucking until you take a pregnancy test and it's positive.
Pope is the most excited he has ever been about anything.
And you're happy to see him like that.
So, you'll wait a bit longer before you tell him it's a false positive. You had to figure out how to create a false positive or he would've never let you leave his bed.
He surely won't once he finds out.
And you're looking forward to it.
a/n: you know this idea started as one of those crack ideas but then I just ended up writing so much for it, oops! I just fell in love with porn star!pope, he's such a lovely guy (who will be very angry when he finds out you aren't pregnant hehe the next part will be fun ~)
scrolling through and this is so (p!link) pope when you decide to give him full control in the bedroom. he had always been a little bit of a perv with wanting pictures or videos of you when the two of you got intimate. when you proposed told him you wanted him to take full control for a night and let him record it, you might've as well asked him to marry you. he was a bit reluctant but after some ground rules were laid and safe words were established, it was the easiest thing he had done.
he had spend the entire next day at home pumping himself into his own fist watching it back over, eating up every little face, whine, moan or laugh you made the entire time he didn't notice. you'd unlock a new need of his; relinquishing your control to him in the bedroom allowed him to feel loved and depended on in away he had never felt before.
being sammy bryant’s girlfriend includes hanging around with nate and tagging along for hand-off…
you’d been seeing sammy for awhile, met him at a party in castaic that one of your friends dragged you to. you had whined about it being too far, but her cop boyfriend had been throwing it and she didn’t want to show up alone.
you never considered yourself a badge bunny, not really— until you met sammy. he had been eyeing you from across the room, and eventually, you had come and sat by (on) him. the rest played out with you happily following him home.
it was little lunch dates, walks in your neighbourhood, and usually spending the night at either of your places after work. things didn’t really become official until about a few months ago, when he introduced you to his son. he had nate for the weekend, and you were glued to him ever since.
sammy absolutely adored that you were so taken with nate. he had been afraid that having a kid would scare you off, but to his surprise, you and nate just clicked.
he had still been a baby but you were absolutely enthralled. you gave nate your full 100: attentive when he felt sick, have nonsensical conversation like he was socrates, buying him ice cream, and playing pretend like it was the most important thing in the world.
although you had been in nate’s orbit, you hadn’t known much about or even met tammi. it was your surprise that sammy had so subtly dropped that he had to get nate from tammi, while peppering kisses on your face and waiting for the morning to start.
clinging onto sammy’s bicep, you two had been waiting on a bench in front of the park. he insisted that you didn’t need to come, but you insisted that you’d go to the diner that made nate’s favourite waffles afterward.
tammi’s silver suv had pulled up in front of you, and she was not much of what you expected (not that you really had any expectations). tiredly coming out of the car, her hair was a disheveled bun of blond kinks and her tired eyes were lined haphazardly with black and shimmery purple. she looked absolutely exhausted, then absolutely irritated when her eyes met you.
“you should’ve told me you were bringing your badge bunny.” she spat, shutting the driver door behind her as you two approached the front of the car.
“hey, don’t call her that.” sammy rolled his eyes. “and it was a last minute thing.”
with hesitation, you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself, “hi, tammi, so nice to meet you.”
she scanned you up and down and shook her head with a sarcastic chuckle, “let’s get this over with.”
rounding the car, sammy led you to the passenger side with a reassuring grin and a hand on your lower back. tammi, with a glare at you, swung the door open and reached for the carseat.
she cooed at nate and sammy slipped in a hey, bud. you stood off to the side, unsure where to put yourself. fiddling with your jacket sleeves, you watched the two argue about the carseat as sammy rested nate on his hip.
“are you bringing her around nate?” she scolded, hand on her hip, voice attempting a whisper but failing.
“she is my girlfriend, so of course i am.” sammy said definitively, fixing the tiny collar of nate’s shirt.
“well, i don’t want your little girlfriend around our son.” tammi snapped.
although you were only a few feet away, they acted like you weren’t even there. it felt like when adults would fight in front of you. standing wide-eyed and half-guilty, you thought you should say or do something, even though you weren’t involved.
“you should’ve thought about that before you cheated on me and had that man play nate’s stepdad.” sammy responded before heading to your direction.
tammi scowled as sammy handed nate to you. he trekked back to her to get another word in about you and his home and how it wasn’t tammi’s business anymore.
when rested in your arms, nate’s eyes met yours with a smile and a giggle. your bewildered face switched to bliss as you bounced him on your hip.
“hello, nate, you want some waffles?” you teased, pinching his cheeks lightly. he babbled, hands playing with your hoop earrings— the inexpensive ones you made sure to wear around him. “yeah? we can get you some waffles from tony. you remember tony?”
as sammy and tammi’s argument came to a wavering finish, nate’s eyes stayed on you, arms dancing in the wind. with the crinkle in his eyes, a word that you shouldn’t have been there for slipped through his mouth, “mama.”
your face dropped, eyes darting to tammi, who grew even more furious.
“did he just say his first word?” sammy asked, an amused smile on his face as he looked at tammi’s anger.
just a little blurb i had to get out after seeing evil tammi at hand-off in episode 1 of season 5. i don't want kids but i yearn for playing wife with sammy bryant and domesticity
word count: 14.2k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, sex work (obviously!), age gap (20/40), size difference (he calls you “little one” and tosses you around a bit oop-), coercion, lust/love at first sight, misogyny (by other ppl, not pope), very insecure!reader (bc ppl are mean! but don't worry, pope takes care of them), murder (re: previous), inexperienced!reader (and pope loves that you are), praise kink, first kiss, unprotected sex, squirting, fingerfucking, forced orgasms, loss of virginity (on camera!), threats of anal (but no actual anal play!), choking, breeding kink, cnc/rape roleplay, fear play, sex toys, humiliation/degradation kink, he matches your freak (and you bring out his), kind of a slow burn all things considered
summary: andrew cody, better known as his stage name “pope”, is a rising star in the porn world. people love his gritty, dark, aggressive demeanor. so when you, an amateur porn producer, pitches an idea to him that aligns a little too well with his kinks, he finds himself wanting to only work with you.
to the point where he won't fuck anyone on camera that isn't you…
a/n: oh porn star!pope, he has been on my mind and I just had to write him out. he's too yummy (especially when he's fucked up)!
hope it's a sick read ♡
Andrew “Pope” Cody has a very strict routine. He wakes up, has a glass of water with his pre-workout supplements, then runs a few miles before heading back to do a few weight-lifting sets. When he feels like he has let the pent up energy out of his body, he'll shower and then eat a protein heavy breakfast so he can take the rest of his pills.
Because if he doesn't take his meds, he'll surely go crazy when he's on set. The medication numbs the worser parts of himself. The ones people usually are afraid of.
The ones directors tend to tell him to “tone down” when he's fucking whatever actor or actress they're asking him to for the week.
They're lucky he even cums. It doesn't feel good. Hasn't since he started working as a porn star.
But it pays the bills better than robbing people.
It also keeps him away from his family, since most of his shoots are in Los Angeles.
So, he deals with the fact sex is muted now. The medication helps him not feel some type of way about it, thankfully, because he doesn't have sex for fun.
It's all for work.
That is, until he meets you.
You're sitting off to the side, legs dangling off a dressing table, laptop resting on your beautiful exposed thighs.
It's hot on set. You're wearing flimsy little shorts and a halter top that lets Pope see much more than anyone should for a girl your age.
“Who is she?” He asks one of the producers on set.
Could you be his newest co-star?
Why is he…excited over that prospect?
Pope hasn't felt any kind of attraction in a long while, so if you are, maybe he'll actually get to enjoy himself for once.
He's curious to know what your pussy feels like.
Are you a loud performer or a more subtle and shy one?
Do you actually cum or do you just fake it for the camera?
He wants to make you cum for real.
But his desire gets shut down immediately when the producer he asked answers, “oh her? I don't know who she is. Probably one of the director's kids or something. Wannabe producer. Been trying to pitch a script but no one's biting.”
“Why's that?” Pope doesn't know why he's so curious about you.
The producer laughs, in that grating kind of way that makes Pope want to knock his teeth out. Especially when the guy goes, “because she wants to make girly porn. As if that shit will sell. Men aren't going to buy into any of that cutesy femme shit.”
Pope knows there's a female audience for porn. He has a lot of followers online. Plenty of them are women. And he is fully aware of the many comments he has read on his posts where some of his fans wish he would do more work that “catered to the female gaze”. He never understood what that meant. He has worked with plenty of female directors and producers before, but apparently they focus on making sure male audiences are satisfied first and foremost.
He's never read a script made for a woman's interest before.
Now, he's even more curious about you.
So much so, that he's walking over to you before he can stop his legs from doing so.
You look up and are startled to see Pope. You've never seen him in person before. You didn't know he'd be on this set. Your aunt is one of the directors and she didn't give you much notice on what exactly the production was.
“Oh, hi.” You put your hand out and introduce yourself. “You must be Pope, right?”
“Have you seen my work?” He asks, shaking your hand, his lingering in yours for a beat longer than he normally would.
“Clips here and there.” You seem a little flustered at his question. How cute.
“I heard you've been trying to pitch a script.” Pope is more direct than he intends.
You're surprised he knows about it. “I am, but it's probably not going to sell much.”
“Can I see it?” He leans back on the edge of the table next to you, gesturing to your laptop. “My shoot isn't for an hour. Wouldn't mind something to kill the time.”
“Oh, sure!” You scramble to pull it up.
Pope glances over your shoulder, seeing how many scripts you have written already. You're sifting through them, parsing out which one you'd want him to see. You decide on one where you had based the main lead on him and hand him your laptop.
“You can fold it over to use like a tablet.” You show him, your hands brushing against his as you do, your heart skipping a beat when you feel how big his fingers are.
Pope is so close to you that he nearly leans in and kisses you. He doesn't, but he does take a brief inhale, liking the smell of your perfume mixed with the sweat that's trickling off your neck from your nerves.
You sit there in silence, his big bicep casually resting on yours as he scrolls through your script. You take out your phone to distract yourself, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat from his proximity.
You never thought you'd ever get the chance to be near anyone in the industry. You always figured you'd be behind a camera. But Pope is right next to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.
It almost makes you dizzy how hot he is…
Pope is worried his skin is growing too red. He hasn't felt this turned on in years. Reading this script has him needing to resist getting hard, which is usually not the case for him. Most of the time, it's difficult to get hard and he'll end up needing a pill or some help.
But what you've written is too well-aligned with the fantasies that haunt his mind.
“What would you consider this?” He asks you when he finishes reading, handing you back your laptop.
“Ah, like a dark romance, I guess?” You had shown him the plot where the main lead, a distant family friend whom the other lead refers to as her uncle, lures her to his private estate for the summer so he can hold her captive until she agrees to be his forever.
“I like it.” Pope tells you in that flat tone of his that has you questioning whether or not you heard him correctly.
“Really? You might be the only person who thinks so.” You're elated to hear that but then immediately talk yourself down. “Everyone else I've shown it to thinks that it's too focused on his obsession with her and that it should be the other way around because “why would anyone want to watch a man throw himself at a woman”. Men wouldn't buy it, I guess.”
You bite your lip after you say that, wishing you hadn't just dumped all of that onto Pope.
You open your mouth to apologize but then Pope goes, “then those men just don't get the appeal. I think it's good and you should make it.”
“Wow.” You can't stop the big smile that forms on your face. “That's so sweet of you to say, Pope. I hope I get the chance one day.”
Pope wants to tell you that he'd make it happen but they're calling his name to get ready. So, instead, he tells you, “do you want to come over after this and talk more about it?”
You're speechless. No one has ever invited you over to their place before.
And it's Pope, of all people.
He never invites people over.
His house is his sanctuary.
But he wants you alone.
He wants to get to know you more.
He wants to see if your desires truly align with his own.
“I'll have to check in with my aunt first, since she drove me. But I'd like to.” You reply, reaching your hand up to touch your warm cheek.
You must look so flustered right now.
Pope loves the sight of it. Such a shy girl. To think you're on a porn set right now and about to watch him fuck someone else.
He'll have to put on a good show for you.
“I'll come find you after, little one.” He calls you what the uncle in your script calls his pseudo-niece and it has your skin flushing with more heat in response.
Once he's out of your line of sight, you bury your face in your hands, muffling a scream because what was that!
Did he really just…
You loop him calling you “little one” over and over in your head, wanting to memorize the sound of it for when you touch yourself later. You have to resist touching yourself now while you watch Pope at work.
You've, of course, seen him naked before. You've watched plenty of clips of his porn online. For research purposes, of course!
But there's something different about seeing him in person.
About knowing how his hands could feel, how warm his body is, how big he is compared to you that makes watching him pound his huge cock into his co-star all the more enjoyable.
Then, your heart stops in your chest when he locks eyes with you from across the set when he cums deep inside of her.
That wasn't in the script. Not in the one he's performing right now, because rarely does male centric porn ever “waste” a cumshot.
It's in yours, though, because you like the idea of getting filled and you're certain other people do too.
But for a shoot like this one, they want to see his cum on his co-star somewhere, for the visual.
Pope couldn't help himself, though. He wanted you to see what he could do to you. He hasn't cum that much in a long time, which might be the only saving grace for the shoot because when he pulls out of his co-star, so much leaks out that they don't have to fake it for the shot.
All in all a successful shoot so the director yells “cut” and it's done.
You meet Pope out in the parking lot afterwards, since your aunt didn't seem to care if you wanted to go home with a porn star. She knows he's clean, because he has to be for work, and that you're an adult so she's letting you make your own decisions. Her only warning to you was that you will likely get your heart broken dating a porn star.
But you wave off her concerns because you don't believe he's interested in you.
Pope just likes your scripts…right?
That seems to be the case when you come over to his house and he spends the entire time reading through every idea you've written.
You're both sitting on his couch together. He has on some kind of nature show, the one that follows a pack of lions throughout their day.
You watch one of the lions chase after a gazelle before it pounces on it and the gazelle becomes its next meal. You don't know why watching that has your heart racing so much.
Maybe it's because you're currently in a lion's den and he's looking to make you his next meal…
But you're oblivious to it, to Pope resting his hand on your thigh casually as he scrolls through your writing, asking you questions about it here and there like what you're looking to do, etc.
“I'd like to make a truly indie production.” You explain to him your dream shoot. “Like maybe only me and the stars on set. The script just being a loose guideline. Going with the flow, seeing where the scenario takes us naturally. I'd like for it to be organic and less “produced” than the stylized porn available now.”
“Have you ever thought of starring in it yourself?” Pope poses a question that has you stammering out your reply.
“I-I…um…” You shake your head, the nerves apparent in your voice as you admit, “I don't think I could. I've never…”
“No one has ever touched you before?” He can hardly believe that.
In his eyes, anyone would be lucky to have the chance to be near you. He can barely keep his eyes off of you as is.
“Why would they?” You chew on your cheek after you say that, wishing you didn't let your insecurity slip out so readily so you pretend to shrug it off, “it's not a big deal. I'm not in a rush to experience anything.”
“Shouldn't you experience the things you want to produce?” Pope doesn't mean to sound so coercive but it definitely doesn't help that his hand slides higher up your thigh as he asks, “wouldn't it be nice to know for your writing?”
“But no one would want to…” The words get caught in your throat when he leans in, his lips so close to your own that you can taste his breath.
“I'd want to.” His voice is so low, so intoxicating that you almost melt when he says, “if you'd let me, little one.”
This is all too similar to something you've written before. It's like he's roleplaying your own words back to you.
You don't know how to react to it…
“I don't think this is a good idea.” You tell Pope as he leans in closer to you, pressing a kiss on your jaw, making your whole body shiver as he trails upwards to the shell of your ear. “Oh god…”
“We don't have to do anything today.” He whispers right into your ear. “But I'd like to see you again.”
“Why?” You feel so stupid asking that, your insecurity leaking out again.
Pope cups your face, turning you to look at him, his gaze so intense. “Because I want to know what you look like when you feel good.”
His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, seeing the way you're trembling, the nerves overtaking you.
You're so precious, so scared, so perfect for him. He can't get enough of you.
“I'll probably be really bad at it.” You want him to be prepared. “You might not have a good time. I won't know what I'm doing.”
That makes him chuckle lightly. “I've got enough experience for the both of us.”
“I've never even kissed anyone before.” You admit with your eyes locked on his lips.
The lips you've watched go down on his co-stars. The lips you've seen leave marks on their skin. The lips you're desperate to kiss right now.
“Do you want to?” He brushes his lips against yours. A simple brush, not a true kiss, but it has your whole body quivering just from that light touch. “I think you do.”
“Will you go slow?” You have to ask because you're so nervous you'll get swept up in him.
“I'll go at whatever pace you want.” He pulls away and you don't like how disappointed you feel. But then, he pats his lap and gestures, “come here, little one.”
This is truly everything you've dreamt of and he's feeding into it. You stand up, staring down at his lap, trying to figure out how exactly you should sit.
When you've stalled for long enough, Pope just grabs you by your waist and tugs you down onto him. You're straddling his lap now, his large thighs becoming your new chair.
Your breath catches in your throat when his lips land on your neck all of a sudden, causing you to grip onto the thin black shirt he's wearing that doesn't leave anything up to the imagination. His chest is flush against yours and he can hear your heartbeat thrumming so quickly, like your heart might burst at any moment.
Pope smiles against the column of your throat, pressing a kiss there. Just one, right in the center, so he can feel the air get caught before it can reach your lungs.
“Stay calm.” He instructs, his words warm and oddly gentle. “It'll feel better if you aren't so worked up.”
“I'm sorry.” You don't know what you're doing…
You smooth out his shirt, worried you've wrinkled it from how hard you were gripping it for leverage.
“You can hold onto me, little one.” He takes your hand and places it onto his shoulder. “Lean on me.”
His other hand splays across the small of your back beneath your shirt, practically engulfing your skin. Every touch is sending signals to your core that you've never felt before. Anxious signals, screaming at you to stop this before you start feeling more than you should.
“Maybe we should stop.” You say out of concern, your nerves getting in the way.
“Just one kiss and then we can stop for today, okay?” He already has you on his lap. He can't lose out on this golden opportunity.
One kiss will be enough to convince you. Pope is sure of that, sure of himself and his skill.
He just needs you to say yes. And to stop squirming on his lap or he might have to do something about how hard he's getting.
“Okay.” You nod, gripping onto his shoulders like you might fall off his lap if you don't. “Just one kiss.”
“Atta girl.” He shifts slightly, pulling you closer until there's not an inch of space between the two of you. “Why don't you try?”
You shake your head immediately. “I'll fuck it up.”
That draws another chuckle from his lips, which you feel very prominently on yours from how close he is to you. “I doubt that. I want to see you try. Then I'll take you home.”
You take in a deep breath, your chest rubbing against his when you exhale. Pope's eyes drift down to your chest, loving how your top lets him see much more than he'd want anyone else to be able to. He'll have to make sure you only dress like this for him.
His eyes go back up to look into yours, that intense gaze of his making you even more nervous than you were already.
“I don't think I can do this.” You tell him as your hands ball up the fabric of his shirt beneath your fists. “I'm scared. My heart feels like it'll explode.”
So cute. Pope can't help thinking how adorable you are, so frightened by the prospect of a little kiss.
“And you want to produce porn?” He smirks at you, nudging your nose with his own playfully. “You need to be able to do this if you want to direct it, little one.”
“Okay, okay.” You know he's right.
You have to find the confidence to push forward, to make things happen.
So, you press your lips against his. You don't do it hard. It's the lightest kiss Pope has ever felt, laced with fear and anxiety.
Exactly the kind of kiss Pope has been dreaming about. Everyone he has ever kissed before you has been so full of themselves.
You are the exact opposite. So careful, so worried you'll do it wrong that you barely do it at all.
Just the gentlest little tap on his lips.
Now he needs to know how frightened he can make you.
So, Pope slides his hand up to the back of your head, securing you in place so that the moment you lift your lips away from his, he can press them right back down.
Your eyes widen, not expecting for him to kiss you back again right away.
It's not harsh. His lips just stick onto yours, keeping steady right there. Then, when he starts to move them, you start to panic, the blood rushing straight to your head and tension forming in your core.
You're wriggling in his lap like a scared little mouse caught in a trap.
Just the way he wants you to be.
“Easy.” He breathes against your lips. “Don't get scared. Just pay attention to what I'm doing and follow me.”
He tilts your head a little, angling himself a bit to get a better hold on your lips. You're gasping between each feverish kiss and Pope loves it.
Loves how inexperienced you are, how easily provoked you are.
Like when he grinds his hips upwards just as a tease and you moan against his lips unexpectedly, your face heating up in reaction.
“Oh god, I'm sorry.” You can't believe you're reacting this much.
“Don't be sorry.” He says, sliding his hand over to cup your jaw. “I like that you feel good. I wanted to see it, remember? I like hearing it too.”
“It's embarrassing though…” You feel like such a virgin.
You are one but you feel it a hundred times more because you're in the presence of someone who fucks for a living…
“Is it?” He nips at your bottom lip, liking how you shiver when he does. “I think it's cute.”
“You think I'm cute?” You don't believe him.
Not until he says, “I don't “think” it. You are cute, my precious little one.”
His precious…
Bad thoughts are running through your mind. Of hoping he means it and it's not just part of some roleplay of his. But you know that can't be true.
What could you offer him that he can't already get?
Pope can see the warring thoughts in your eyes. So, he leans in and kisses you again, which snaps you out of your own head. Especially when you feel the tip of his tongue flick your bottom lip.
“Let me in.” He says, his tone sultry. “I want to know what you taste like.”
Pope smiles when you grab onto him tighter, unable to keep yourself still otherwise. Then, you nod, since you can't bring yourself to say any words.
His tongue flicks at your lip again and this time, your lips part, allowing him in. You expect him to go slow, to let you adjust to the idea of his tongue in your mouth but he does the exact opposite.
He just ravages you, his tongue tangling with your own, stealing your every breath away. His kisses get rougher, his movements too. You can't hold in your voice when you feel him grip your ass with his hands and roll his hips against yours, forcing you to feel how hard his cock is beneath you.
You know how big he is. Porn star big.
Impossibly big for someone who has never had sex before.
Big enough that it feels like he's fucking you already.
“Wait, wait!” You gasp out onto his lips, trying to get him to stop because you don't think you'd be able to live with the embarrassment if you came from this. “Please, Pope, I can't—”
“Are you going to cum, little one?” He smirks at how scared you are of your own orgasm. “It's okay if you do.”
You shake your head. “No, I can't, not like this…”
“There's nothing wrong with cumming from this.” He keeps rolling his hips and since your lips aren't plastered to his, you can't stop the moan that leaves your lips. “Let it feel good. Stop resisting.”
“But I shouldn't—” You bury your face in his shoulder, dry heaving as the friction against your clit becomes too much to bear. “I don't want to cum, I don't want to—”
Suddenly, you feel his hand slip into your shorts and without any warning, Pope pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers until you cum so hard that you see stars in your vision. You're reeling, clinging onto him, your whole body shaking from the sudden surge of pleasure.
“There you go.” Pope starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, making you whimper into his shoulder as another orgasm builds inside of you all too quickly. “Let it happen again.”
He grabs your face with his free hand, pulling you up so he can kiss you again.
Kissing him feels very different when his fingertips are playing with your clit.
You're lightheaded, unable to breathe, so close to cumming that you're nervous you might pass out…
Then, he moves off your clit right when you're about to and you whine uncontrollably before catching yourself. He laughs lightly, almost menacingly, at your reaction to getting teased.
“Did you want to cum?” He asks you, wanting to hear you admit it.
You chew on your lip. You shouldn't tell him yes. You shouldn't even be doing this. You should have him take you home like he said he would.
But you want to cum.
It's addictive, that wave of pure bliss that he gave you. It was unlike any of the orgasms you've given yourself.
You want to know what it feels like to be made to cum by Pope.
So, you tell him the truth, “yes, please make me cum, Pope.”
“I like a girl who knows what she wants.” He says with a smile that could kill. “Can I make you cum with my mouth?”
Pope wishes he could take a photo of your shocked expression, all wide eyed and beautifully nervous.
“I-I've been on set all day. It's probably—”
“Then take a shower here.” Pope offers, if you're really that nervous. He likes that you didn't say no.
He likes that you're so easy to convince.
“Okay…” You can't possibly decline getting eaten out by a porn star. People would think you're crazy to miss out on something like that.
“Mmm, good girl.” He praises you, making your whole body yearn for his affection. “Now, I'll make you cum one more time before you shower.”
“Wait, what—” You squirm when Pope suddenly dips his hand into your underwear and slides a finger inside of you, “Pope, stop—!”
You can't stop gasping when his finger curls at the same time as he starts palming your clit, giving you the friction you were desperate for just moments ago. But now his thick finger is buried inside of you, searching for the spot that makes you cry out his name.
“Andrew.” He demands, thrusting another finger inside of you. “Call me Andrew when you cum.”
“Andrew, please, please, not there—” You cry out when he grazes the right place inside of you, your stomach tensing at the feeling, “your fingers are—oh god—”
You're saying his name on repeat into his shoulder when his fingers keep pounding right where you need them to until you're bursting at the seams, cumming all over his lap because he won't let you stop.
“No, no, I can't cum anymore!” You tug at his arm but he keeps fucking you with his fingers against your wishes, “please, Andrew!”
Pope's too strong. He has you locked on his lap with his other arm wrapped around you, pinning you to him as his fingers ravage your insides until you're squirting so hard that you drench his hand.
It's only when tears start streaming down your face that Pope finally lets you breathe, pulling his hand away.
In your daze, you watch him lick his hand clean, grinning so happily at you with your lovely glazed over eyes, so lost in your orgasm.
Pope leans in for a kiss and for the first time, you lean into it, kissing him back the way he taught you to. You're a bit sloppy with it, but he adjusts you until you're kissing him exactly how he wants you to.
“Someone's a fast learner.” He compliments you again, which gets you wriggling, your heart racing once more.
You glance down, at how wet you've made his lap, humiliation coursing through you at the sight.
Pope catches it and says, “do you feel bad for almost ruining my couch?”
“I'm sorry.” You do feel bad. You've never squirted before in your life.
You thought that was just something that happened in porn…
“How sorry?” He wonders aloud.
“Very sorry…” You definitely wouldn't be able to afford to buy him a new couch.
“Then help me get out of these pants.” He points to his lap. “Take them off before your cum can touch my couch.”
You stare at how daunting of a task this is going to be. But, you listen, grabbing a hold of his belt buckle and undoing it. Then, you unzip his pants.
“Now get on your knees in front of me and pull them off.” Pope's tone is so commanding that you do it without a second thought, moving to the floor in front of him. He stops you before you can tug at his waistband. “Wait a second, little one. Look up at me.”
You do, your eyes meeting his. He likes the way you look on your knees. You would look even better with his cock in your mouth.
He'll shelve that for another time, when he has trained you so well that you'll be begging to put him in your mouth yourself.
Pope nods, gesturing for you to continue. You tug off his pants by his waistband, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. You notice the spot of precum leaking from where the tip of his hard cock is pushed up against the fabric of his underwear.
You can't help but wonder what he tastes like…
It doesn't look like Pope will have to train you at all because you ask him, “can I try making you feel good with my mouth?”
“Sure.” He says, reaching over to grab his phone. “If I can film it.”
“W-What?” You weren't expecting that.
“If it's your first time sucking cock, we should get it on camera. It'll fund our future film.” Pope knows how much authentic first time content goes for, especially when he's an experienced star and you're just an innocent inexperienced reluctant woman who never thought she'd ever star in a porno.
“Y-You want to make my film?” You hadn't asked yet if he was interested.
“If you star in it with me, I will.” Pope doesn't want to do it with anyone else.
He only wants you.
“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point.
But he likes how cute you are, all surprised. “You heard me, little one. I'll finance it myself, just be my co-star.”
“But I don't know a thing about…being filmed…” You know there's a whole learning curve to it, of knowing where the camera is and what angles look best.
It's something you've never thought about for yourself. You've only considered it in the context of filming others.
“You'll learn. I'll teach you. Like right now.” He hits record on his phone, holding it steady in his hand. “You're going to suck me off for the very first time in your life.”
Pope grabs your hand, putting it back at his waistband, inviting you to take his underwear off.
You do it, leaving him bare from the waist down. He looks incredible like this, his cock hard and leaking precum. His shirt clings to his upper body beautifully, reminding you that you were just grinding on his lap with his chest pressed flush against yours.
You feel so small knelt in front of him like this. He hovers over you like a giant, engulfing you completely, consuming you with his eyes locked on yours.
“Now, do what you think is right. You've watched plenty of videos. You know what to do.” Pope wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times for the camera, before leaving you to do the rest.
You shake away the nerves so you can lean in, dragging your tongue along the bottom of his shaft until you reach the tip, swirling around it, tasting him for the first time. He chuckles at how stunned you look at how pleasant he tastes. You expected it to be more musky but it wasn't at all.
It's oddly…sweet.
“Do you like how I taste?” Pope takes a hold of his cock again, pushing the tip of it against your lips. “Let me feed it to you if you like it so much.”
You part your lips, letting his cock slip into your mouth. He's so big that your jaw nearly locks up trying to take him. You're careful with your teeth as he slides deeper inside, until he's so far down your throat that you gag.
“First time and you're already taking me like a porn star. Good girl.” His praise is so addicting that you start to suck on his cock in hopes he'll reward you with more. He does, which makes you so happy, “fuck, just like that, use your tongue too. You're doing great.”
You alternate between sucking on his cock and using your tongue to lick up and down his shaft. You try to pay attention to what triggers him to groan and focus on doing that. You know you're doing well when Pope puts his hand in your hair and grips it tight.
“God, I want fuck that face. Can I fuck your face?” He wants to use your mouth for his pleasure.
You nod, not really knowing what that entails. You know it's harsh from the videos you've seen but…you want to know what it feels like for Pope to use you to make himself cum.
So, you let him fist your hair rather roughly before he pounds his cock into your throat over and over again. You're gagging and crying but to Pope, you've never looked more beautiful.
He might not be able to post this video. It might just have to stay in his personal collection. Your first time taking his cock in your mouth.
Your first time swallowing his cum.
You gulp it down as he coats the back of your throat with his release.
“That's it, drink it up, don't waste a drop.” He slowly slips his cock out of your mouth and he can't stop himself from smacking your face with it a bit, so the camera can see how big his cock is compared to your face. You make him groan when you eagerly lick along his shaft again, since you assume it would look good on camera.
“Fuck, get over here.” He ends the video and drags you up onto his lap again. He grabs a hold of your face, looking at you fiercely as he asks, “who the fuck taught you how to suck cock like that?”
“You did.” You say the only correct response.
Pope lets out a dark chuckle. “Good girl. You're making me very proud.”
You want him to praise you more so you find the confidence to cup his face like he's doing to you and kiss him, applying the right amount of pressure against his lips that causes him to just start grabbing at your flesh, needing to touch you when your tongue flicks at his bottom lip.
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you.” He's looking forward to seeing how eager you'll be to please him once his cock is deep inside of you.
"Do you think you'll fit?” You look down, seeing the way his softening cock is still huge, pressing into your lower stomach.
“Don't worry, you can take it.” He presses his fingertips into your belly, massaging right where your womb must be, which draws out full body shudders from you. “You'll feel it right here and you'll love it.”
You meet his eyes and then, quietly, you ask him, “can we…do it a different time?”
Pope's jaw tenses at your question. “Why?”
You bite back a nervous sigh, your stomach churning from what you're about to say, “because I don't want this to be a one night stand…”
You let go of his shirt, not wanting to cling onto him when he'll likely kick you out for being so needy.
“I'm sorry.” You shake your head at him, deciding for him that you should leave. “I-I should know better. I'll just head out.”
“Wait.” He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. “Who says you get to leave?”
“Pope—”
"Don't call me that.” He doesn't want you to use his stage name. He wants you to use his real name.
You're the only one he'll let call him Andrew.
Which is why he doesn't understand why you can't see how special you are to him.
Maybe because no one has ever made you feel special before.
He'll have to change that.
“Andrew.” You saying his name allows Pope to relax his jaw. Though, he tenses again when you tell him, “I don't think I should stay. I'm going to do something stupid…”
“Like what?” He wants to know what you're running from.
“Like…” You look down at his slightly swollen lips, at how you wish you could just freely kiss him without the worry that he'll have to kiss someone else for show.
But you can't want that.
Your aunt is right. He'll end up breaking your heart.
So you need to push him away now, “I'm going to fall in love with you if we sleep together. I'm already…feeling too much from just…this. I'll fuck it up. I can't keep things casual. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”
“Then fall in love with me.” Pope states so nonchalantly that you think he must not have understood you.
“Andrew, I can't.” You shake your head at him.
“Why not?”
“Because you'd never…” You don't want to break your heart by saying it out loud but it feels like your heart has already decided to break.
“Do you want me to fall in love with you?” He asks, again with that flat tone of his that has you feeling like he doesn't understand the weight of his words.
“You won't.” Your answer isn't what he was looking for.
“Answer the question.” He's more stern now.
You pinch your lips together, tears welling your eyes. You should say no, because then you could run from this. From the desire to be his.
But you can't bring yourself to lie so you confess, “of course I want you to fall in love with me. But you won't—”
“Okay.” Pope hugs you tighter. “Let's fall in love.”
“What?” You're more astonished than you've been all night.
“What?” He parrots you.
“Andrew…don't fuck around with me.” You don't like whatever kind of joke he's making.
“I'm not fucking around with you. I want to fuck you, though. It doesn't have to be tonight but I'd like you to stay the night regardless.”
You blink at him. You're unsure if your hearing is fucked or not but did he really just say…
“Are you being serious?” You need a clear answer.
“Yes, little one.” He leans in to press a kiss on your temple. “I'd like you to stay the night. Sex is optional. I fuck for work. I wouldn't mind not doing it but I want to cuddle at least.”
“You want to…” You're speechless.
Pope laughs at how absolutely baffled you are. You turned out to be more fun than he thought possible.
“Is that bad? Would you not like to cuddle?”
“Of course I would love to cuddle.” You say it like that's the most obvious thing ever. “But, but…why do you want to cuddle with me?”
“You gave me a great blowjob.”
“Andrew!” You smack his chest and he laughs again. “I'm being serious!”
“I am too.” He smirks and you glare at him, making him smile even bigger. “You are so fucking cute. Come here.”
You're suddenly hauled up into his arms. You have to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips to keep yourself from slipping as Pope carries you past his bedroom and then sets you down in his bathroom.
“What are we doing here?”
“Well, you probably shouldn't have your first time in the shower but I want to shower with you.” Pope strips off his shirt, leaving him completely naked now.
He is used to people ogling him but knowing that you're so noticeably overwhelmed by the sight of him, he actually enjoys being looked at by you.
“You can touch me if you want.” Pope takes your hand and places it onto his chest.
You feel his steady heartbeat under your fingertips. It's calming but also worrying because if he felt something for you, shouldn't he…be more nervous?
It seems like you're the only flustered one, which you don't like. It has you feeling super insecure. But it makes sense that Pope doesn't react much, given his profession.
So, what makes you different enough that he wants to do this with you?
You can't wrap your head around it, your hand lifting off of him.
Then, out of a need to push him away, you demand something you doubt he'll give you, “I don't want to do this if you're just going to throw me away when you're bored of me.”
“Is that what you think I'm going to do?”
You nod, wishing you didn't feel this way.
“Hmmm.” Pope steps closer to you, grabbing a hold of your chin, lifting your face up to look at him since you've been avoiding eye contact this whole time. “How do I show you that I'm serious about you?”
You shrug. “I don't know…”
“Is there something you want?” He'll give you anything you want.
“Nothing that isn't super selfish.” You're honest there. Pope likes that you're honest.
“Tell me.” He wants to know.
“I want you to only kiss me.” You just spit it out but you don't think he'd actually say yes to this. “And I want to kiss you whenever I want.”
“So you don't want me to kiss anyone at work?”
You nod.
“But I can still fuck them?” Pope finds your conditions interesting.
“I'm not that selfish. I know what you do for work. I'm not looking to take away your livelihood but…if you only kiss me, I think that would be enough for me.”
“Alright.” He agrees way too easily for your liking.
“Andrew, I'm serious.”
“And I'm serious.” He leans down to press a kiss against your lips. “I won't even go down on anyone else. My lips are all yours.”
“Really?” You look at his lips, wanting to kiss him again but your nerves stop you. “Are you sure?”
“Only if you kiss me right now.” Pope needs you to seal the deal.
You kiss him immediately and he smiles against your lips, loving how visibly excited you are now. You're much more relaxed, which allows him to unbutton your shorts and tug off your bottoms, leaving you bare from the waist down. Then, he tugs off your top, his lips never parting from yours.
Pope drags you into his shower, turning it on, shielding you from the water until it's warm enough. He presses you up against the tiled wall, his hands roaming your naked body. You're no longer holding back, moaning against his lips when his hands cup your breasts.
“Just so you know,” Pope leans down to flick one of your nipples with his tongue, “you aren't allowed to wear such a low cut top around anyone but me from now on.”
“I promise I won't if you keep doing that.” That feels way too good.
He swirls his tongue over both of your nipples until they're nice and hard then he slides his hands up to tug at them. Before you can react, his mouth is back on yours, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, his thigh spreading your legs apart. You're so shy about how wet you are but Pope grinds his thigh into you, wanting to get you even more wet for him.
“Cum all you want, little one.” He says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “We'll wash up after so no need to hold back.”
It's destructive that Pope knows what he's doing. You wonder if he's been this way with anyone else. You can't possibly be the only one swept up in his charms.
But you are.
Because Pope hasn't felt desire like this before.
There's something about how absolutely overwhelmed you are by his actions. He finds it too entertaining. He can't get this from the people in his industry, nor would he want to.
He has been searching for someone like you. Close enough to understand what he does for work, but far enough away that you haven't been exposed to the sides of him that he's trying so hard to hide.
Does he need to hide them from you?
The things you have written have shown him that there's a darkness lurking in your mind that is on the same frequency as the needs in his.
Shall he test you?
You feel his hands slide up your chest and wrap around your neck. Pope can feel your breaths quicken, fear suddenly causing your body to tremble in his hold as he squeezes around the delicate column of your neck.
“Are you scared of me?” He looks at you with the blankest stare you've ever seen.
And you can't believe how turned on you are.
Because he's performing your script, albeit with a bit of improv since this scene doesn't happen in a shower. But it's the same concept.
Hands wrapped around your throat, thigh between your legs, nerves on high alert.
So, you answer just as you wrote it, your voice the right amount of shaky, “d-do you want me to be?”
Pope doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.
He just steps aside, letting the warm water of the shower suddenly hit your face. You shoot your hands up, trying to stop the water from getting into your eyes but then Pope squeezes your throat and you gasp, swallowing water uncontrollably instead.
“Wait!” You can't push his hand away before it slips between your legs, dipping a finger back inside of you. His thigh keeps your legs apart so you can't resist him adding another one. “Andrew!”
“Scream my name louder.” He grips you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Let me see how scared you can get.”
In all his content, you've never heard Pope sound so frightening before. He usually plays the rougher, harsher characters but the producers never let him show this side of himself. The one he developed in prison.
The one that yearns for the dark.
Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as his fingers drive into you over and over again. You cling onto him desperately, trying not to topple over completely but it's so hard to stay still when he's fucking you with his fingers like this.
The steam is getting to your head. The look in his eyes is heating up your core. The desire he has to see you completely unravel is messing you up inside, more than his fingers already are.
You should've known better than to expect vanilla sex from Pope.
This is what he truly likes. He only wishes it were his cock getting milked by your tight pussy instead of his fingers. But you need to loosen up a bit or you'll never take him.
You need to be able to handle him at his worst because the moment he puts his cock inside of you, he'll surely lose all rationality.
Like he does right now, when you kiss him out of nowhere.
Pope did promise you that you could kiss him whenever you wanted but he would've never guessed that you would do so while he was abusing your pussy with his fingers.
And now, he has to fuck you up.
You moan when Pope kisses you back, his tongue flicking at your lips, his movements rougher and sloppier than before. It helps that the shower washes it all away, making his rather aggressive kisses much more enjoyable since there aren't layers of spit to contend to.
You cum so much when he curls his fingers just right and he basks in how your pussy clenches to his fingers. “I need you to do that on my cock.”
“I think I'll die if you fuck me.” You might die right now because his fingers haven't stopped moving inside of you despite your blatantly obvious orgasm. He moves his fingers rapidly side to side until you're close to collapsing, your head so dizzy from cumming so hard all over his hand and thigh.
You're clinging onto him for dear life and it's only when he thinks you actually might pass out that he slows his fingers and pulls out of you.
Then you feel a light slap against your cheek. “Stay with me, little one.”
“I'm…dizzy…” You feel so lightheaded from the steam and the orgasms.
“I've got you.” Pope helps you wash up.
You find it odd how gentle he's being in the shower now. He's almost too focused on making sure you're taken care of from head to toe.
He even helps dry you off after the shower. He seats you down on his toilet so he can plug in his hair dryer and blow dry your hair for you.
You feel utterly spoiled, especially when he pulls one of his shirts over your head so you have something to wear and aren't cold while he finishes up with your hair.
It smells like him. You like that a lot.
“All done.” He pats your head. “Feeling better?”
You nod. “Refreshed.”
“Want some water?”
“Can I come with you?” You put your hand out then realize what you're doing.
Were you seriously going to try to hold hands with Pope?
Would he even—
Pope grabs your hand and yanks you to your feet, interlocking his fingers with yours as he walks the two of you out of his bathroom. Your heart is beating out of your chest at the sight of him leading you to his kitchen, hand firmly clamped around yours.
When you're close enough to him, he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen counter, legs dangling off like you had them earlier on that dressing table. He likes the look of your bare legs. Maybe he'll have you stay pantless at his place.
“What do you want to drink?” He opens his fridge, gesturing to the few options he has.
Protein shakes, water bottles, beer and some juice. Usually he doesn't drink anything besides water. Tonight, he feels like a beer.
“I'm not old enough to drink.” You hadn't thought about that.
Pope didn't realize you were that much younger than him. “Do you want one?”
You shake your head. “I want to be sober when we cuddle.”
That makes Pope put his beer back in the fridge and grab water instead. “Then we'll both be sober.”
You don't know why that makes you so happy but the butterflies in your stomach are going nuts.
He rests his hand on your thigh, massaging it gently as the two of you drink water. You like the casual touching.
You like Pope, a lot.
So you set down your half-finished bottle of water then put your hand on his chest. It's bare. He's only wearing underwear. He looks way too good like this.
It makes you almost frustrated that this sight has been seen by millions…
“Like what you see?” He steps closer to you, tossing his bottle of water aside so he can place both of his hands on your thighs. “You can touch me as much as you want.”
“You aren't tired of being touched?” You're worried that after the shoot, he must not want to do this for much longer.
But then he says, “I'd never get tired of being touched by you.”
“Have you always been such a flirt?” You chuckle, your hands roaming his bare skin more freely now. “I hope you don't regret this. I might never want to let you go.”
You say it like a joke but Pope says it back like a promise, “I'm never letting you go.”
“We just met.” You remind him.
“You don't believe in love at first sight?” He thought you'd be more of a romantic type than a realistic one, given your aspirations.
“Love…” You blink up at him. “Are you saying…?”
Pope doesn't hide his truth. “I knew you were special the moment I saw you. I was hoping you'd be one of my co-stars.”
“I…still can be…” Your skin heats up when you say that, not believing that it actually came out of your mouth.
“Do you want to make content with me?” Pope wouldn't mind that.
As nice as it is to get paid regularly to do bigger porn productions, he knows he could pull the same numbers if he started making videos on his own. Or with you.
Especially with you.
“What if you get sick of fucking the same person?” You let your insecurities flood out, sighing.
“I could ask you that.” He spreads your thighs open with his big hands, settling his hips between them.
You glance down, surprised to see that he's hard. His cock is practically begging to burst out of his underwear.
“Are you going to get tired of being fucked by me?” He grinds his cock against your bare pussy. You can feel so much warmth radiating off of him despite the layer of fabric between the two of you.
It has your heart leaping out of your chest when you answer, “I doubt I could ever get bored of you.”
“I feel the same way about you.” Pope wants to reassure you that he's choosing you.
He can't help it. He hasn't wanted anyone like this before.
He would give it all up for you.
But he knows you're too sweet to let him. “You don't have to stop making porn for me, Andrew.”
“Say my name again.” He likes hearing it from you.
No one ever calls him Andrew, especially not in porn. And he is grateful for that because now the only memory he has of someone moaning his name is you with your lovely voice.
“Andrew.” You wrap your arms around his middle, tugging him to you. “I'm serious. Don't throw away your livelihood for me.”
“I'm not throwing it away. I'm shifting to a new style. You can help me. It would be good filming practice.”
You can't believe what he's offering you. “You'd let me direct you?”
“You said you wanted to make an independent production. Doesn't get more independent than just you and me.” He leans down to press a light kiss on your forehead to comfort you, since you're staring back at him so baffled. “I'd like to film with you. Only you.”
“I'm unsure if I'm star material…” You've never even had sex before.
How can Pope be so sure you won't drag him down?
Because he made that video of you going down on him earlier, looking like such a beauty that he's sure anyone would get riled up seeing you on camera.
“Why don't we practice?”
“How?” It will probably take you forever to get comfortable in front of the camera.
“I'll teach you everything about sex one step at a time. We'll film the whole thing, leading up to the first time we fuck.” His words have your heart racing unbelievably fast. “We won't fuck until you're ready to film it. Until you know your angles and what you want to show the world.”
“You would…wait that long?”
“Would that make you happy, little one?” Pope wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer to him.
You nod. You'd like that a lot.
So, that's what you and Pope do.
You help him set up an account on a reputable adult content sharing site. You shouldn't have been shocked how quickly he builds a hefty fanbase willing to buy his personalized content but you are.
He's making so much money. More money than you'd ever need for a simple production like you've been planning.
And Pope thanks you for his success.
He has you do all the filming. All your ideas sell very well to his audience, who love the jerk off videos where he's talking about how much he wants to kidnap you and rape you until you're his forever.
It's easy for Pope to make this content because he doesn't have to pretend. He's being completely honest and his fans can feel it through the screen. But he isn't talking to them.
He's talking to you, his pretty girl behind the camera who he has a vibe strapped to. He doesn't let you cum until the filming is over. He wants you wet and aching for him the moment the camera shuts off.
It makes for incredibly authentic videos when you're so desperate for him after all the edging. He has gotten a little too good at making you cum on his tongue.
You cum so well for the camera. You never have to fake it. And everyone who follows Pope wishes they were you.
You satisfy them by filming from your point of view, letting the world watch your porn star boyfriend eat you out and finger you until you're squirting all over his face, which he licks up in a way that has people begging for more content like that, where they can pretend to be you.
You've been faceless thus far. You're worried about showing yourself, that it might kill the fantasies of the viewers.
“Let them be envious.” Pope tells you while you're both cuddling in his bed. “I want to be able to see you in those videos too.”
“You might be the only one who would, Andrew.” You smile at that, though.
You really like him. He really likes you. And you believe he does because he is always making these kinds of comments. About how he wants the world to know that you're more than just his co-star.
But you urge him against it.
It's better for him if people don't know he's dating anyone.
You know this because you've been deleting all the messages that he's been getting where they complain about you being there. They want Pope content, not you. And if you are there, they want less of you and more of him. Which makes sense, since it is his account.
Pope can tell you've grown more apprehensive about filming content together. You insist on just filming him. But he doesn't want to film alone anymore.
He likes filming with you. He likes having you on camera with him.
He would like it even more if he got to fuck you but you're scared to do it.
Because you've read several comments telling Pope that they'll unsubscribe if he fucks you. A lot of them are sick of you “capitalizing his time and attention”. They miss when he made porn with different people because at least then, they could pretend he belonged to anyone and everyone.
But he belongs to you.
And you're starting to feel bad about it.
You don't want his career to get stunted because of you. Even though you can't possibly leave him. You love him.
These last few months have been incredible. You've learned so much about filming and about your own body.
You want to have sex with Pope but you're afraid that the moment you do, you'll never be able to let him go.
You feel selfish for wanting him all to yourself when there's so many people willing to throw ridiculous amounts of money at him as long as he stays “available” in their eyes.
But you don't know Pope.
Pope doesn't give a fuck about any of those people. He only cares about you. He has enough money. He doesn't need to make porn anymore.
If anything, the porn is just an excuse to keep you in his life because he worries you're not as crazy about him as he is about you.
Any time he tries to initiate sex, you worm your way out of it. He even tells you that you don't have to film your first time but that still doesn't persuade you.
You don't come over as often anymore. Only when he wants to film content and you don't stay the night. He can't convince you to, either. You always have some kind of excuse.
Your behavior is making him lose his mind.
He misses you when you aren't with him. He tells you this and you believe him but you also keep up the self sabotage because you delude yourself into thinking that he'll get sick of you eventually, especially when you're acting like this.
Why would he want you when you're being a burden? You keep it up, in hopes he'll finally see that you're not good for him, that you're making his life worse.
Even though Pope's life feels empty without you…
So empty that he has to fill the void somehow.
And he starts when he catches a comment on an old video of his.
You haven't been over in a week. He missed you so much that he went back to watch a video that he uploaded of you cumming on his tongue for the first time. He likes that video a lot because you're so shy about how hard you came and he chuckles on video. It's such a natural interaction between the two of you. Beautifully intimate, which is why Pope wanted to rewatch it. He figured other people would like the genuine connection you and him have.
But apparently, some people don't like this video at all.
He clicks on the profile of the person who left a comment saying that they wish Pope would stop making videos with you because they don't like you. He sees all the comments you deleted from his account from this person, since they're only deleted on his end, not theirs.
They're all hateful, disgusting comments that make his blood boil.
Pope realizes then that you've been hiding this from him. He doesn't get why.
Don't you know that he'd take care of these people for you?
These aren't people you need to worry your lovely head about, little one.
Pope will handle it.
He'll handle each and every one of them.
Then, you won't have anything to worry about anymore…
You find it strange that Pope's house smells like bleach. It never used to smell like bleach. You know he likes to clean but it's been more excessive lately.
You're concerned so you ask him the next time you come over, “is everything okay, Andrew?”
“Everything's great.” He's getting through his list quicker than he thought he would.
Killing people was something he figured would take him a while to get back into the groove of but he's been disposing of bodies left and right without much extra effort. Though, it helps that he feels incredibly motivated to kill, versus before where he was forced to kill for his mother Smurf.
This is easy. He'd do anything for you.
The next jerk off video Pope posts is…dark.
You didn't plan any of the dialogue. Usually you have a light script written up for Pope to follow along with but today, he just improvised.
He talks about how much he wants to fuck you, that he would do anything for you, including torture and kill people who are bad to you and dispose of their bodies so you don't have to see them ever again.
As long as you belong to him.
It's the most fucked up video he has made thus far.
And it sells like hotcakes.
People eat it up, loving that he's so crazed in it. He cums hard for the camera too, harder than he has in a long time.
Though, his audience has no idea it's because Pope was looking at you and that haunted expression on your face that he wishes he could see while he's buried inside of you.
That frightened expression never leaves your face.
Because you ask him, “were you being serious in that video?”
And Pope answers without flinching, “yes.”
You're laying beside him in bed. You decided to stay the night after editing and posting that video because it's been a while and you've missed sleeping next to him.
But now you're…scared.
More scared than you've ever been.
Because you saw what looked like a fingernail in the bathtub. A whole fingernail, caught under the stopper. Like it couldn't get washed away fast enough.
His bathroom reeked of bleach and other chemicals.
But you have no reason to believe that Pope would actually kill people…
“That was a pretty creative concept.” You try to make light of it but it falls flat.
Especially when Pope furrows his brows at you. “Concept?”
“Yeah, for the video.” You blink up at him, confused. “You were just acting, right?”
“Do you think I'd cum that hard if I was acting?” He chuckles at your horrified look. “You should know I'd kill for you.”
“Andrew, that's not funny.”
“It's not a joke, little one.” His grip around your waist tightens because you attempt to wriggle out of his hold but he won't let you. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to go home.” You tell him because you're actually super freaked out right now.
He has to be joking. There's no way…
You can't be here if he's being serious.
“You promised you'd stay the night.” Pope has worked so hard these last few weeks for you. He deserves a treat. He wants to fall asleep with you in his arms.
“Andrew, I want to go home.” You push at his arms but he won't budge. “Andrew, please!”
Pope is tired of this. Of you fighting him and his needs.
He knows you want him too.
You'll appreciate what he's done for you someday.
Even if you're afraid of it right now.
You shriek when Pope pins you down on the bed, his body weight making it impossible for you to move. You feel how hard his cock is, rubbing up against your lower belly, making it known what he wants to do to you.
“I'm going to fuck you and you're going to enjoy it.” He's done waiting.
“No!” You shout at him, shoving at his chest. “I want to go home!”
“This is your home!” He shouts back at you, his words silencing you completely as he exclaims, “you loved it here, you loved being with me! Until those stupid motherfuckers put it in your head that you weren't good enough for me. It's okay though. I took care of them. They won't bother you anymore, little one.”
“You…what?” You're going to pretend you didn't just hear that.
But then Pope makes it very clear what he's done, so you can't avoid it any longer. “I killed anyone I could who said anything mean about you.”
And now you're left with that shocked look on your face that has his cock throbbing against your belly.
“Thankfully, a lot of them were local.” He continues detailing what he's done for you. “I cleaned up the vermin. You're welcome.”
“You're…you're sick.” You think back through the last few months.
Has Pope been taking his pills?
He hasn't. Because why does he need to when you'll accept him as he is?
You love all of him, don't you?
Don't you?
“Andrew, you need to get off of me.” You push at his shoulders but again, he doesn't dare move.
“Why?” He likes being on top of you. It's one of his favorite places to be.
“Why?” You repeat back to him, baffled that he doesn't get why you're afraid of him. “You just told me you killed people.”
“So?” He doesn't know what the big deal is.
Pope grew up around killers. He grew up killing people. This isn't anything new to him. Just a part of himself that he revived for your sake.
You seem ungrateful though…
“You can't just murder people for being mean to me!” You scream at him, pounding your fists against his hard chest. “Get off of me!”
“I can and I will.” He snatches your wrists and holds them above your head. “I'd do it again and again if you needed me to.”
“I don't need you to kill people for me…” You can't move at all. He has you locked down tight right now.
“That's how I know you're perfect for me.” He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “You would never make me do what needs to be done. You care so much about me.”
You are in complete disbelief.
Of course you care about Pope but…do you care enough about him to let him murder people?
People who specifically were rude and nasty to you?
Do they even deserve to live?
You shake that deadly thought away. No, that's wrong. You shouldn't be happy that Pope killed those assholes for you.
You shouldn't encourage this behavior.
You shouldn't feel so…good that he would do that for you.
This is fucked up, beyond fucked up.
It's your wildest fantasy come true.
But some fantasies should stay fantasies…
Because if you indulge in any more darkness, you'll surely never find your way out.
Is that really a bad thing?
Can't you just…enjoy being his?
Pope wouldn't do this for just anyone. You're obviously special to him. You are fully aware of that now.
And it makes you sick how much you like it.
“Andrew, we can't be together.” You want to see how crazed he can get about you. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”
Something fucking snaps in Pope when you say that.
He lets out a low, menacing growl. Like you've triggered the beast in him that he's been trying his whole life to keep caged.
“You think you get to run from me, little one? You think you have a choice here?” He starts laughing maniacally and your entire body freezes up. “I don't give a fuck what you think. You're mine whether you want to be or not.”
Then, Pope gets off of you. He stands up, at the edge of the bed, and looks at you staring up at him with wide eyes, so full of that delicious fear.
“I'll give you until I'm done setting up.” He's being generous. You won't get very far. “But just know, the moment I catch you, I'm raping you on camera.”
Your chest tightens. Every breath you take is a struggle. Your body is trembling all over.
The thrill is unlike anything you've ever felt before.
Pope ignores the fact that you're still laying in bed, stunned. He focuses on getting all the cameras set up.
Why would he care if you decide not to run? Makes his life easier if you don't.
You scramble to your feet when you see him pull out several toys, including a butt plug, so he can clean them and get them ready.
That's when you start to actually panic.
Because you told Pope you don't want to do any kind of anal play until you've gotten used to sex.
But it looks like he has stopped giving a fuck about what you want.
He's going to take both of your virginities, right here, right now.
Live on camera.
You shriek when he tries to grab you. You duck under his arms and sprint out of the room. You should've ran sooner. He's so much faster than you are.
You barely make it to the front door before Pope slams you against it. The wind is knocked out of you immediately which is why you can't fight back when he grabs you by the hair and drags you back towards his bedroom. You have no strength left. Or rather, he is so much stronger than you.
He tosses you onto the bed without breaking a sweat and he does it again and again, each time you try to get out of it. You're immediately thrown right back down.
“Stay put.” He commands but you don't listen, making him click his tongue in irritation. “This would be easier if you stopped struggling. I can make you feel really good.”
“I don't want to.” You shake your head at him, trying again to get off the bed but this time Pope is done with fucking around.
He grabs you by the throat and holds you down onto the bed. You flail beneath him, kicking at him, screaming at him but the words don't come out.
The only words that can be heard are his, “you know I could just kill you.”
You still completely at that. He smiles down at you, caressing your face with his free hand. It's not comforting. It's so fucking scary. He's so fucking crazy…
“What will it be, little one?” He grips your throat with both his hands now, tightening his hold, making you choke for the cameras. “Do you want to die or do you want to get fucked?”
He lets go of your throat for just a moment so you can tell him, panic in your quiet murmur, “I don't want to die…”
“Good girl.” Pope praises you for making the right choice, giving you a light kiss on the temple. “You're going to let me take your virginity, then?”
You nod reluctantly.
“Including your ass?” He wants the camera to catch you consenting to this, even if it's obviously coerced.
“Please, Andrew, not my—” His hands don't allow another word to leave your lips, gripping your neck so hard that your eyes feel like they might pop out of your skull.
“Don't be a bad girl.” He shakes his head at you, full of disappointment. “Tell me the right answer.”
He loosens his hold and waits for you to tell him what he wants to hear.
Heat flashes in his gaze when you answer, “no.”
“No?” His lips curve into a big smile, a smile so wide that anyone could tell it's an evil one.
“I don't want this.” You tell him and you're unsure if you're acting or not. It's a little bit of both… “You're going to rape me. I didn't sign up for this.”
“Oh?” He moves his hands to the side of your head, leaning down until you can feel every word he breathes out on your lips, “what did you sign up for, then?”
Pope isn't expecting you to cup his face with your hands. Nor is he expecting for you to rest your forehead against his before kissing him on the lips.
He has missed the feel of your lips on his.
It feels like it's been too long since the last time the two of you kissed.
“You.” You whisper to him, so softly so the cameras can't hear it. “I love you, Andrew.”
“Are you being serious?" He won't let you live if you're fucking with him right now.
You nod, smiling up at him. “I love everything about you.”
“I was about to rape you.” He wants you to realize what you almost made him do.
“I was going to let you.” You nuzzle his nose playfully before telling him, “you still can.”
“Don't push me.” He refuses to let you tempt him any further.
But you entice him too much. “I want you to, Andrew. Take me like you've always wanted to.”
His breaths grow heavy, desire clouding his judgment. “We're going to have to cut this part out of the video.”
“Want to kiss me a little first?” You say with a lovely grin.
“Fuck.” He finds you so adorable. “I love you so much.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you lay there, tongues tangled, hips grinding against each other until you're aching for him to fuck you already.
When Pope can't handle it anymore, he tells you, “we make love for us. Then we fuck for the camera.”
“I like that idea.” You giggle happily when he tugs off your clothes until you're bare beneath him. “My turn.”
You strip him and Pope knows then that you're the one for him. Because you're so gentle with him, with every touch. You treat him like he's precious to you. It's all he has ever wanted.
You're beautifully bashful when he starts kissing up and down the length of your body, his hands roaming your skin, wanting to memorize what you feel like.
“I hope you know the moment we fuck, we're never stopping.” He warns you because he's been waiting for this for too long. He's going to need to have his fill of you.
“Don't tease me with a good time, Andrew.” You spread your legs for him, dipping your hand between them to show him how wet you are. “Will you touch me? I've missed you.”
“You have?” Pope hadn't realized how desperate he was to hear you admit it out loud.
“I'm sorry I was being distant.” You feel really bad about it.
“It's okay.” He would've suffered as long as you needed him to. “Just don't do it again.”
“As long as you don't kill any more people.” Your words make him snap up to look at you.
“But what if they're mean and deserve to die?” He says between gritted teeth and you hold back a laugh.
Pope can be like a vicious puppy sometimes. It's so cute.
“I don't want the love of my life going to prison over a few internet trolls.”
He grumbles. “Fine. Then I'll take out my frustration on your pussy.”
You gasp when he dives between your legs without warning, his tongue dipping into you immediately. You squirm when the tip of his tongue starts flicking that spot inside of you that has you begging him to stop or you'll burst.
“Wait, slow down—Andrew!” You push at his head, trying to get him to stop because your orgasm is building too quickly. “Stop! I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”
Your orgasm hits you right then and Pope has a little too much fun licking it up, the sounds surely getting captured on camera.
“Cum as much as you want, little one.” He says as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, curling them right where his tongue just was, sending shivers through you. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
You grab a hold of his hair when Pope starts sucking on your clit while his fingers pounds into you. You're trying not to be too vocal. You know the audience doesn't like it. But Pope likes it, so he makes you cum so hard that you can't hold back your voice.
And he does that over and over again until you're begging and crying for him to give you a break.
“I can't cum anymore, Andrew.” You won't survive if he makes you cum again.
You're so overstimulated…
Pope lets out a sigh. “Fine, we'll take a break.”
Though, a break in his mind really just means he's going to take his time marking every inch of your skin with his teeth. You don't know if this is any better than cumming your brains out. Now you're sensitive all over. Everywhere he touches sends sparks to your core.
Pope's prepping you to cum hard on his cock. He wants your first time to be so good, you become addicted to fucking him.
So he has to pull out every trick in the book.
Edging you until you're dripping wet and aching for something deep inside of you.
“Finally ready for my cock?” He asks, smirking at the desperation in your eyes.
“Please.” You want him so badly.
Pope settles his hips against yours. He grabs his cock, dragging it up and down the length of your wet slit, coating himself in your slick.
“Deep breaths, little one.” He instructs as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance. “You're about to take a porn star's cock for your first time. You'll need to relax.”
Easier said than done because it feels like he's splitting you in two from just the tip of his cock pushing past your entrance. You're gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he slips more of himself into you slowly.
“Too much.” You cry out, shaking your head, feeling overwhelmed. “You're too big.”
Your words cause his cock to twitch inside of you which only makes you wriggle even more. It's so intense, the pressure of being pried out like this.
“Focus on me.” Pope leans down to kiss you, distracting you with his soft lips and loving words. “You're doing so well. Your pussy feels so good.”
“Yeah?” You like that he feels good too. “Do you like my tight virgin pussy?”
He growls low. “I love it.”
His cock barely fits inside of you. He'll need to fuck you a bit to loosen you up. So, he grabs your hips and looks at you with so much need in his eyes.
“I'm going to fuck you now.” He gives you a moment to prepare yourself. “Until you're covered in my cum.”
You shake your head. “I want you to cum inside of me. Pump a baby into me, Andrew.”
The moment you say that, it's like any remaining rationality Pope had left completely crumbles.
He pins you down by your shoulders and just starts ramming into you. You've never felt such forceful thrusts before that your body doesn't even know how to react.
You just cum. That's all you can do.
“Oh god—” You grab a hold of his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he pounds you into his mattress. “Too rough, you're being too—!”
His hands slide to your throat and the moment he cuts off your air, you squirt on his cock and he laughs. “Someone likes it rough.”
You're clawing at him now, drawing blood, unable to handle the orgasms he's pulling out of you. Your vision is going blurry. You can't think straight.
And you see stars when he whispers in your ear, “how does it feel to get raped for your first time?”
Your body convulses under him in response and Pope loves how your pussy is clenching around him, milking his cock, begging for his cum. When he finally gives it to you and lets go of your throat, you're gasping for air, cumming your brains out on his cock pumping hot ropes of cum inside of you. You love how warm you feel, completely filled up with his release.
You don't want it to end.
You want to be wrung out like this for the rest of your life.
Pope pulls out of you and you expect it to be over but then you feel three of his fingers replace his cock. You're so sensitive that an orgasm washes over you just from him idly stroking your insides. He's merely resting his fingers inside of you, to keep you plugged up, but you're cumming on them too easily, drenching his hand.
“You're spilling my cum, little one.” He thrusts as much as he can back inside of you. “I need you to hold it in.”
“It's hard…” Especially when he keeps curling his fingers on purpose.
“Who taught you to cum like a porn star?” He can't even count how many orgasms the cameras must've caught by now.
“You.” You answer honestly, earning yourself another orgasm when his fingers start fucking you faster. “Andrew!”
“Don't cum.” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you with every stroke. “If you cum, I'm going to rape you.”
You glance down. Pope is hard again already. Usually it takes longer but when he looks at you, his body is just ready to fuck.
Especially now that his cock has had a taste of your pussy.
He can't possibly quit now!
Your whole body tenses in a poor attempt to stop the orgasm that will inevitably shatter you. But Pope is ruthless with his fingers.
Then he tugs at your perky nipples with his free hand and you burst like a dam, cumming all over his fingers.
You don't get a second to collect yourself before Pope flips you onto your stomach and pounds every inch of his cock inside of your still spasming pussy. His weight keeps you held down to the bed as he fucks you like an animal desperately needing to breed. He wants you pregnant.
He needs you to have his baby.
You don't know how many times Pope cums inside of you. The batteries in the cameras all die at a certain point but he doesn't stop fucking you.
It's a compulsion at a certain point. The moment he's hard again, his cock is buried inside of you. Your pussy has molded to his shape. Your body yearns for his release.
The two of you don't stop fucking until you take a pregnancy test and it's positive.
Pope is the most excited he has ever been about anything.
And you're happy to see him like that.
So, you'll wait a bit longer before you tell him it's a false positive. You had to figure out how to create a false positive or he would've never let you leave his bed.
He surely won't once he finds out.
And you're looking forward to it.
a/n: you know this idea started as one of those crack ideas but then I just ended up writing so much for it, oops! I just fell in love with porn star!pope, he's such a lovely guy (who will be very angry when he finds out you aren't pregnant hehe the next part will be fun ~)
andrew pope cody with his hands braced on the bed on either side of your head, rutting his cock against your slick and puffy cunt and begging you to let him put it inside. his desperate voice repeating the same words over and over, ‘please please please, i’ll make you feel so good, just let me—let me inside your pussy, oh fuck, please—’
giggling and telling him no, tilting your hips up to meet his, just to watch the way his shoulders shake from the effort of holding himself up like this, holding himself back. restraint turning his eyes glassy and wet and deliciously close to tears. and he’s so beautiful like this, so perfect and submissive and made in a good boy factory just for you.
when you finally take pity on him, when you tuck your forefinger under his chin and rub your thumb along his bottom lip, the one that’s already dropped open to accommodate his breathy whines and his pleading, wet with his spit and pink from kissing you for over an hour before this, you tell him, ‘okay, andrew, you can put it inside.’
and the noise he makes is nothing short of a sob, head of his cock catching against your opening before it slips inside, stretches you open. he’s so on edge that he comes after two jerky thrusts, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, wings of his shoulder blades cowing together. the aftershocks run along his spine, making him twitch.
you push the sweat at his hairline into his curls, scratch your nails into his scalp until he shivers, looking up at you as he mouths his way down your body. your collarbone and your breasts, the soft swell of your belly. he shoulders your legs open even wider to accommodate the sheer size of them, presses your knees back to your chest so he can press his mouth against your used cunt.
‘so good for me, andrew,’ you murmur as he slowly licks his cum out of you, eyes locked onto yours and rocking his overstimulated cock into the mattress beneath him. ‘you like the way you taste inside of me?’
and he just groans, sucks on your clit in response.
SUMMARY ۶ৎ sammy bryant tries to be a good man. you don’t make it easy.
there was a time sammy bryant once considered himself to be a good man.
a man of honor, held to a strict moral code that provided structure sturdy enough to keep the life he’d fought tooth and nail to build from tumbling down around him like dominos. he’d meant the vows when he’d taken them, passing from his mouth as he stood up on that altar like an oath he intended to keep. life just seemed to have a way of knocking him on his ass, twisting everything he thought he knew up before him in a mirage of angry words spewed like venom and nights he spent burying himself inside a woman who was definitely not his wife.
it scared him how easily he’d slipped into the habit. how he could still feel your hands tugging hair at the nape of his neck like a lifeline with your sweet, pleading sounds looping through his restless mind while his wife slept soundly beside him, marital bed cold and flatlined in ways neither of them were willing to say out loud.
there was no amount of sacrifice that could resurrect what was already dead.
sammy had stopped questioning why his wife came home hours later than usual from her photography class, the previously crushing weight in his gut now feather-light as he knotted the laces of his shoes up tight and slipped out the door without a glance spared in her direction. he’d spent so long convincing himself he didn’t care that he wasn’t sure he had it in him to pretend like he did now.
not when he was streaking through the cool night air, streetlights blurring in his peripheral and a spare key to your apartment burning a hole in his pocket. it’s a matter of minutes before he has the press of your skin beneath his, cunt slick as rain while he takes you, big palm resting heavy along the curve of your spine.
he knew it was wrong. knew there was nothing virtuous about the way his fingertips dug into the plush of your hips, wedding ring glinting from his hand like a sick joke as he used it to split you open on the length of his cock.
“that’s it, sweetheart, there y’go,” his voice is one he doesn’t recognize, gravely and unrestrained as he drives himself into the hot center of you once, twice.
the drag of you clenching tight around him has his brain going fuzzy, your eyes lidded low in the moonlight spilling between the curtains and your pretty mouth parted as you cried out for him, hands scrabbling blindly along the mattress in search of his.
“i’ve got you, s’alright,” fingers laced between yours and planting beside your head, body lowering heavy into yours as he pressed deeper. “just let me have it, baby.”
distant sirens cut the cool air breezing through the open window, joining the symphony of breathy desperate whines and the smack of your flesh on his. you were always so sweet like this, so pliant in his arms as he made you go boneless and forget all about the biting chill of a thick band of metal sitting cold on his left hand.
he still drank you down like you were water to a lost man in the desert, still touched you like you were his all the same. he hadn’t meant to let the wound of his broken marriage bleed onto you, knew you deserved more than stolen moments in secrecy and nights he shared a bed that wasn’t yours playing house with someone he used to know.
he’d damned you both to be covered in red regardless, weak at the knees for shy smiles sitting on pretty glossed lips and doe eyes looking at him like he was something— like he mattered.
it was here that reality blurred into a carnal haze that hung over his head like fog, where you were his and he was yours. the wreckage of his life would still be there come morning, always was.
but for tonight you were gushing warm around him, sobbing his name like a prayer and damn him to hell, that was enough.
warnings: ooc prolly, highkey bad idk, mentions of SWAT hostage situation???
tags: crack, no use of Y/n
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