Warning: Not much. But definitely a lewd idea from Pope. But you’ll see. I watched Shawn Hatosy in the Pitt, Animal Kingdom and Ready or Not 2. I’m obsessed.
JACK ABBOT
Jack had insisted on getting ice cream after work. Unfortunately, you didn’t realise then how indecisive he could be.
So here you were, waiting as he was standing at the counter staring at all the options because he couldn’t decide between chocolate swirls, rocky road or cookies and cream. Then he looked at you with the brightest smile you had ever seen in your entire existence before declaring. "You know what? Give me all three."
You bit back a laugh. Right. Why choose when you could have everything?
The two of you then wandered through the park. Jack draped an arm around your shoulders, stealing little bites from your cone while pretending he wasn’t. You mustered the darkest glare in his direction when you saw he had almost licked his way to the biscuity part and his face looked so innocently clueless.
"What?" he grinned. "Can’t help it. Tastes better when it’s yours."
Mind you he had just THREE SCOOPS in his own! When a little blob landed on the tip of your nose, he stared for a second before chuckling.
"…Don’t move." He leaned down and kissed your nose. "There. All better."
He then pretended to go for a kiss, but instead gobbled down the remaining of your ice cream in a few seconds because he’s a stealing greedy old bastard (affectionately) who lost interest in his own ice cream 6 minutes ago.
In retaliation, you stole his ice cream and ate it. Serves him right. You didn’t realise how he was looking at you like you hung the stars in the night sky or how without your ice cream to enjoy, he had to unfortunately settle on leaving sticky kisses all over your neck.
Really…it wasn’t his fault. Your neck was right there. Shouldn’t have left it unprotected while you had to hold back your laughter as you were too busy trying to finish his 3 scoops.
POPE CODY
"You like ice cream? We should get some ice cream sometimes. You and me. Y’know. Without…like…the others. We should do that. It’d be an ‘us’ thing."
That was how Pope invited you on an ice cream date without actually saying that it was an ice cream date. It definitely wasn’t because he had noticed that you had been spending more time with Deran lately…
His mind went ice cream is enjoyable and your presence is enjoyable = both should be equally enjoyable.
That’s how he found himself watching you, sitting on the hood of his truck while you happily ate your cone near the beach.
"You gonna eat yours?" you asked with a teasing smirk.
He shrugged but didn’t answer. He usually loved his one scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Simple joy in his life. But right now…he couldn’t look away from you and realised that out of the ice cream and you—he preferred enjoying you.
Meanwhile, his ice cream was already beginning to melt. You sighed and leaned over, taking a bite from his cone before it dripped everywhere.
His eyes followed the movement. He looked at his cone, then back at you before holding it out. "You finish it."
You frowned. "You don’t want it?"
"I like watching you enjoy things more." He blurted out without thinking.
Later, when a streak of vanilla ended up on the corner of your mouth, Pope reached over without saying anything, brushed it away with his thumb and licked his thumb clean without a single trace of hesitation or embarrassment.
Yep. Definitely his new favourite flavor.
He should definitely ask if he can eat ice cream off you. Maybe shirtless. Would you say yes? Definitely nothing wrong with that idea…or at least he thought so as he stared at you again, his brain already conjuring the picture in his head.
TITUS DANFORTH
Titus had bought ice cream from all the best places in the world. He had paid people to fly and drive it to the Danforth estate when you were gone and decided to surprise you one night by disposing them all on the long table in the dining room. "Take your pick, darling."
Titus sat at the head of the absurdly long dining table and smiled as he saw your eyes widen in shock when you entered the room. The polished oak had disappeared beneath tubs, cartons, silver bowls packed with dry ice, and crystal dishes overflowing with scoops in every imaginable flavor : vanilla from Madagascar, pistachio from Sicily, gelato from Florence, black sesame from Tokyo, honeycomb from New Zealand…
You stopped in the doorway and gasped. "…Titus."
He smiled smugly. "Now…I may have gotten carried away. But can you blame me? You deserve the best this world has to offer."
You were at a loss for words. He stood up and stepped towards you, taking your hands and kissing them both. "I know you’ve had a rough week. Let me treat you."
Your eyes watered and you chuckled before shaking your head in disbelief. "Titus. You could’ve just taken me out to get ice cream."
He frowned, as if the mere idea was an offence. "Where’s the romance in that?"
You looked around the room once more before shaking your head, unable to stop smiling. "I don’t even know where to start."
"Excellent." His grin returned. "That means we’ll have to sample all of them."
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him. "All of them?"
He led you by the hand to two silver spoons on the table. He picked them up and smiled back at you before kissing your cheek and whispering. "We have the entire evening. This is a refrigerated table. It keeps the ice cream cold as long as we want…"
You laughed again. "Oh. I see. You really planned this."
"I did." He seemed so proud of himself. "Also the rest will go to the staff. I believe they would appreciate it."
You stepped closer and cupped his cheek, stroking his cheek tenderly. "You know buying half the world’s ice cream isn’t why I love you."
He chuckled and kissed your palm. "Oh I know, but it does make it harder not to love me, right?"
Titus loves to spoil you. But he also knows that he has to find other ways to do it. You obviously love being lavished, but when money is no object, endless expensive gifts eventually lose their charm. So if he wants to impress you, he finds he has to work harder. Pay more attention.
Coming home to see wall to wall bouquets warms your heart. But it’s the fact that they’re your favorite favorite flowers that makes you melt.
Lavish dinners, where Titus pretty much reserves the entire restaurant so you can have a romantic moment of peace. But he also makes sure your favorite wine is waiting for you at the table when you get there.
Of course the sex is good. But it’s the fact that Titus knows exactly what will send you over the edge.
Titus knows when you get that pouty, longing look on your face, you need some attention, even when you won't say anything.
He knows that if he presses two fingers against your kiss bitten lips, you’ll always accept them. It doesn't matter what fancy dinner or lavish gala you're at. When he leans in to whisper in your ear, nipping at your pulse point and telling you all the things he wants to do to you, you're putty in his hands.
He knows that after one orgasm, you're sleepy and blissful. But after the second, you're needy and hungry, begging for him.
And Titus can feel how the little mean quips run through you. He knows when your breath turns sharp, mewling after every inhale, he's hit the right spot.
It also doesn't hurt that he fucks you while you're wearing nothing but whatever new piece of jewelry he bought you that week.
Titus Danforth is petulant and childish enough that when he's upset about some very minor inconvenience, he will bitch about it ad nauseum for hours. He does not know how to let it go. Just a lot of complaining about how it's unfair and stupid and he hates it. '
Reader does honestly kind of want to tell him to stfu because it can be really tiresome to listen to him whine...he's like a kid who was told he can't have candy and ice cream for dinner or that he must do his math assignment before he can play a video game.
Reader is smart enough to take a gentler approach by using distraction...Please tell her about that hunt from the winter solstice last year...the one where it was snowing so heavily and he tracked the victim by searching for blood droplets in the snow...she loves to hear that story, it's so entertaining, Titus please tell her again.
Titus will always take the bait...if he loves anything more than complaining about how "unfair" his life is, it's being able to gloat about what an amazing proficient deadly hunter he is.
Ursula who is super annoyed by Reader because Reader manages to do what Ursula has failed to do, by controlling Titus. Reader somehow manages to manipulate him and play her husband better than anyone else. She is able to use her feminine charms to distract Titus when he's being a pain in the ass. She plays into his ego and feeds his desire for praise and approval.
When Titus starts to misbehave Reader somehow manages to snap him back down not with orders and coddling...nope, she's all doe eyed and lovely and plays the role of the demure but twisted little wife who worships her husband that Titus craves.
One sweet little look and request that Titus show her how to fire a gun or tell her about his first hunt again...and Titus is shutting up and forgetting whatever dumbass temper tantrum he was just about to engage in.
Ursula is scared shitless because Reader has such a hold on Titus...if Titus gets the high council ring it is clear that Reader is so going to let him think he's the one in charge...but that man asks how high when his wife tells him to jump...
Reader is not going to do what Ursula wants....Reader is dangerous...
Titus claims he is not to be controlled...but Reader frames any control as just the longing of his lovely wife making a little request of him...he doesn't want to disappoint her...does he???
Jack had just gotten home from a brutal shift. He barely had time to set his keys on the kitchen counter before you appeared in the doorway.
You hesitated for a moment before asking. "…Can I have a hug?"
His expression softened immediately. Just what he needed. "Always." He stepped towards you with his arms wide open. He needed that.
But then, you lifted a finger. "But…don’t hug me back."
Jack blinked in confusion. "…Why?"
You smiled and shrugged. "Just for a moment. Please."
He sighed through his nose and the corner of his mouth twitching. "Okay. Fine. But I expect a really REALLY good hug after this."
He stood still, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides. You stepped into him, wrapped your arms tightly around his middle and rest your forehead against his shoulder.
Jack instinctively started to lift a hand and caught himself halfway.
"…This feels…so wrong," he muttered—clearly bothered. He liked hugging you after a long day and nuzzled your face since he could do nothing else. "I’ve literally had to stop my brain from hugging you. Feels mean. Are you trying to be mean to me or something? Or are you mad at me?"
You shook your head. "You’re doing great. Just wanted to hug you for a sec’."
For nearly a minute, neither of you spoke. He could feel your breathing slowing, your shoulders relaxing against him. His own exhaustion seemed to ease with it.
Finally, you mumbled, "…Okay."
"I’m allowed now?"
"Mhm."
His arms slid around you. One hand rested between your shoulder blades while the other settled at the small of your back. He exhaled quietly against your hair and closed his eyes. "Oh yeah. That’s the stuff…"
You smiled into his chest. "Better?"
"So much better than whatever that was…" he scoffed and after another moment, he added in that dry, teasing tone you knew so well, "Next time, maybe warn me when you’re in a mood for being weird."
You laughed. "I wanted to see if you’d actually do it."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "I’ll humor almost anything if it’s you asking." But he then quickly added as he pulled you into another hug. "…Doesn’t mean I enjoyed standing there like a coat rack. Now c’mere and let me hug you a few extra seconds."
Titus Danforth
The library was quiet except for the crackling fire. Titus looked up from the book in his hands the moment you stepped inside. "Hello, my darling."
You smiled tiredly. "Titus. I need a hug."
He immediately set the book aside and stood. "Your wish is my command. Come here."
You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. He let out a content sigh, one hand settling lightly between your shoulder blades.
After a moment, you mumbled, "…But don’t hug me back."
His hand froze. "…I’m sorry—what was that?"
You closed your eyes and shrugged. "I just…want to hug you for a minute."
He looked down at the top of your head for a long second before slowly lifting both hands into the air with exaggerated surrender. "As you wish." His arms remained stubbornly suspended while you held him as tightly as you wanted.
After a few seconds however, he couldn’t help but complain. "I feel like a decorative lamppost. Should I remind you that we are engaged? Should I also remind you that hugging you is one of the reasons I live for?" He chuckled under his breath, careful not to move though.
Another minute passed before he whispered. "Every instinct I possess is telling me to hold you. And yet I am demonstrating remarkable restraint."
"You are." You agreed and he smirked.
"…Do I receive a reward for this extraordinary feat of self-control?"
You looked up at him with a grin. "Okay. You can hug me back now."
Before you had even finished speaking, his arms slipped around you as he drew you effortlessly against him.
"There," he murmured and rest his chin lightly atop your head. "Much better."
You laughed into his chest. "Honestly? You lasted longer than I thought."
"My darling. I simply honored your request." He held you a little closer and kissed your shoulder. "But I confess…I much prefer it when I’m allowed to return the favor."
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody
Pope was sitting on the porch when you came outside. The moment he saw you, he stood. "You okay?"
You gave him a small smile. "…Can I have a hug?"
He didn’t hesitate and stepped forward immediately.
You raised a hand. "But…don’t hug me back."
He stopped and his brow furrowed. "…What?" He stared at you for a long moment, trying to make sense of your words. "…Why?"
"Just…don’t. Please?" There was a long pause after that. His head tilted and he frowned. He was clearly unhappy with that request.
"…That doesn’t make sense. I don’t…" He shook his head. "If you need a hug…why the fuck wouldn’t I hug you?"
"Because I just want to hold you."
He looked genuinely confused for a moment and his voice came out whinny. "…But I wanna hold you too."
"I know." You wrapped your arms around his waist. For approximately half a second, Pope remained still. Then instinct took over. His arms came around you immediately. One hand settled at the back of your head while the other pressed gently against your back, pulling you fully against him.
"Pope," you laughed into his shirt. "You’re hugging me."
No answer.
"I asked you not to."
Still no answer.
"That wasn’t the deal, baby." You insisted.
"I didn’t like that deal." He grumbled against your neck like a discontent cat.
You tried to pull back just enough to look at him, but he only tightened his embrace.
"If you come to me because you need this…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "…I’m not just gonna stand there. I can’t."
Even though you knew he hadn’t respected your request…you knew Pope just wanted to hug you back. It was impossible for him not to. He was so touch-starved he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand just not reciprocating any affection you’d give him.
"No guilt?" You asked after a moment.
He thought about it before huffing. “…Little bit. Not enough to let go though."
You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest.
He rested his cheek lightly against the top of your head. "I like holding you…makes my head quieter." His grip relaxed just enough that you could move if you wanted to, but he made no effort to let go first.
"…You can be mad at me," he murmured, but was relieved when he heard that you weren’t. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t gonna stop even if you were."
Andrew Pope Cody’s favorite position is cowgirl. He loves watching your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure as you move on his cock. He watches your tits bounce from beneath you, his mouth hanging open as he nods subconsciously. His big heavy calloused hands resting on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
Sammy Bryant’s favorite position is missionary. He can’t stop leaning down and kissing your soft lips through shared moans. He loves pushing down on your lower tummy as he plows into you, feeling himself deep in your guts. He’ll throw your legs over his shoulders to get a deeper angle on the nights he feels like being rough, plowing into you so hard you can feel the little pudge above his cock pushing against your clit.
Jack Abbot’s favorite position is doggy style. He rests his leg on a fluffy pillow, the other bent at the knee hanging off the bed a little. He loves the way you arch your back when he softly runs his palm over it, pushing down lightly at your shoulder blades. His hands grabbing at your hips, pulling you back onto him. Throaty grunts coming from his lips, little “fuuck yeah, you like that?” Coming from his plushy lips, he’s biting his bottom lip, skin slapping skin as he pounds into you from behind.
Titus Danforth’s favorite position is also cowgirl, but you on his lap. He fucking loves when he’s sitting up against the headboard and you’re on his lap, riding his cock. Your arms wrapped around his neck, nodding and moaning, moving your hips. His big hands running up and down your back, pulling your bare chest into his and it’s all sweaty and messy and perfect. He buries his face into your neck, sniffing it deeply and biting at it, smiling.
Maybe “we are not a team” with Titus? Like you’re forced to partner up during a hunt and bro is NAWT thrilled (bcs ur really hot and it makes him mad)
something a lot more // titus danforth
(a/n: yeah so i fuck with this heavy. my first titus hell yeah. thank you for requesting!!)
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"I don't hunt with partners." Titus said, tone clipped, pacing a slow circle around the study.
"The lawyer's rules, not mine." You kept your voice even, refusing to give him the reaction he was fishing for. "Paired assignments this round. Take it up with him."
"You think the rules matter to me." He rounded on you fully then. "You think a piece of paper stops me from doing whatever I want with you out there."
"I think you're smart enough to know what happens if you break them." You leveled a look that dared him to look away.
Something flickered across his face, something close to interest, intrigued by the fact that you hadn't flinched. He tilted his head, studying you. "Careful," he said, voice dropping. "I like that you're not afraid of me. Doesn't mean you shouldn't be."
He reached out and tucked a strand of hair back from your face. The gesture almost gentle, which made it worse, made your pulse spike. His hand lingered at your jaw, thumb tracing along it. "You're the only interesting thing in this house." he murmured. "Do you know how rare that is? How long it's been since something in this family held my attention past an evening?"
"Is that supposed to flatter me?" You couldn’t hold back rolling your eyes.
"It's supposed to warn you." His grip tightened, just slightly. "I don't let go of things that interest me. Ever. So if you're planning on surviving this house long term, you might want to start figuring out what that means for you."
You held his gaze, heart hammering, refusing to look away first. "And if I don't want to be let go of?"
That earned you the smile, delighted and a little unhinged, like you'd finally said something worth his time. "Then we understand each other perfectly."
He released your jaw, stepping back, that dangerous calm settling over him again like nothing had happened. "We're not a team." he said. "We're something a lot more permanent than that."
HE EXPECTS A KISS ON THE LIPS. YOU HAVE OTHER PLANS.
Jack Abbot
Jack had just walked through the front door after a long shift. You met him in the hallway with a smile. "Hi." Before he could even say hello, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
You started to walk away when he walked in front of you and looked at you with one eyebrow raised expectantly. "Wait a minute. That’s it?"
You tilted your head—genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"
He crossed his arms. "…Did I miss something?"
You frowned. "No."
"You mad at me?" He tilted his head head to pick up on any sign that you were indeed mad and that he had to run to the store and buy you a lot of sweet treats for you to no longer be mad at him.
"What? No." You huffed a laugh.
"Then why’d I get the ‘thanks for babysitting the dog’ kiss?" He finally told you.
You blinked again and burst out laughing. "The heck? It wasn’t like that."
"It felt like that." He leaned down slightly, his expression softening into the faintest smirk. "I’ve been gone fourteen hours, sweetheart. Didn’t you miss me?"
You gulped and nodded. "F’course I did."
He scoffed and bumped your forehead to yours. "Yeah? Doesn’t seem like it. I was hoping for something with a little more…enthusiasm."
You laughed again. "Oh. I see. You got demands now?"
"Yeah. You made me expect more than lil’ baby kisses. So…" He tilted his head expectantly. "…Try again for me? Hospital coffee tastes like burnt dirt. I was hoping you’d help me forget about it."
Smiling, you slipped a hand behind his neck and kissed him properly.
When you pulled away, he nodded once and smiled in satisfaction. "That’s my girl/boy."
You chuckled. "Satisfied? Got your ‘welcome back’ kiss?"
He chuckled. "Mhm. Oh yeah. World’s better and now I can take my shower in peace." He winked at you before stealing another kiss and heading towards his long-awaited shower.
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody
You found Pope in the garage. He looked up the second you walked in. Without saying a word, you walked over and kissed his cheek.
Then you smiled. "Hi, baby."
Pope didn’t answer. He just stared at you.
"…What?" You huffed a laugh.
His brow furrowed. "…Why’d you do that?" He looked genuinely unsettled. "…Did I do something wrong?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yup. Absolutely."
His eyes searched your face. "…Then why not here?" He tapped his own lips.
You smiled and shrugged. "I just felt like kissing your cheek."
He continued looking at you as if you had spoken another language. "…But…"
"What?"
"…I’m your boyfriend. You told me that." He pointed at you and took a step forward towards you. "Am I not your boyfriend anymore?"
You blinked and chuckled. "Pope…What are you saying, you absolute goof? Of course you still are."
He stepped closer until there was barely any space between you. "…Then who gets the ones on the mouth if it ain’t me?"
"No one."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
He was quiet for another second and his shoulders relaxed at your reassurance. Then he cupped your face in both hands. "…I want this one." And before you could answer, he leaned in and kissed you deeply, one of his hand cupping the back of your head and the other grabbing the back of your thighs to lift it around his hip.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours as he panted. "…Here. Better."
You giggled and shook your head. "You really thought I was cheating because I kissed your cheek?"
He shrugged and looked around sheepishly. "…Didn’t like it. We together now, remember? I don’t want any of that ‘cheek kiss’ bullshit. I want real kisses that make me feel special. ‘Cause am the only one who gets those."
You blinked before chuckling. "I see. Sorry, baby. Bring me to our bedroom and I’ll show you all the other sort of kisses that are only available to you."
Pope didn’t need to be told twice and carried you to the bedroom—locking the door behind him. Pope loves knowing that he’s special to you…and he gets ALL the special privileges that comes with that. It makes him your person. And you’re his.
Titus Danforth
Titus was reading in the drawing room when you walked in. You leaned over the back of his chair, kissed his cheek, and continued towards the drinks cabinet. "Good evening."
He slowly lowered his book. "…Excuse me, young lady/man."
You looked over. "What?"
"You appear to have missed your target."
"Missed?" You repeated with a curious tilt of your head.
His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was internally fuming at your expression of pure innocence. "My mouth."
You blinked and laughed. "I know where your mouth is, Titus."
"So why did my cheek receive the honor instead?" He asked with frown.
You walked back over. "Didn’t want to disturb your reading."
He stood, setting the book aside.
"My darling…" He gently took your chin between his fingers. "You may rip that book to shreds as long as I get the kisses I deserve. I refuse to believe my reputation has declined to the point where I merit the sort of kiss one gives an elderly aunt."
You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "Titus. You know I just didn’t think it would be a big deal."
His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity underneath. "…Is there someone else receiving the proper kisses while I’m being demoted?"
You gasped dramatically. "Who exactly am I cheating on you with?"
"I don’t know." He spread his hands. "The gardener? The solicitor? Another member of the high council? MY SISTER?!"
You laughed even harder at that last one.
Titus smiled, pleased he’d managed to make you laugh, before drawing you gently back towards him. "I should like to reclaim my proper greeting. I insist."
You smiled up at him and rolled your eyes. "Fine, you big baby."
This time, you kissed him on the lips. When you pulled away, he looked entirely satisfied. He brushed his thumb across your cheek and smiled tenderly at you. "That’s better."
You chuckled and were about to leave when he pulled you back. He then proceeded to make you sit down on his lap in his armchair and picked up his book to resume reading. You wanted to move, but his hand stayed splayed over your stomach—keeping you in place as he tutted playful. "Now now, my heart. You’re staying exactly where you are. Consider yourself my bookmark. Every few pages, I expect another kiss. Lucky for you, I am quite an avid reader."
I have quite a few ideas cooking up for Shawn’s characters (currently several each for jack, titus, grant, and charlie) but i need to share my initial thoughts on a titus fic I just started after an epiphany popped into my head because I feel as feral about it as Titus will. This will become a full piece but I wanted to share the idea blurb now. Meaning this idea is not free for someone else to use.
Assassin!reader who is hired by one of the other families to take out Titus in an effort to try and steal the high seat from the Danforths.
You go undercover at a gala Titus is attending, playing the part of a sweet, docile woman intrigued by the big bad titus, trying to get close enough to him to make the kill in private. He entertains your efforts, of course, but sees through the act. It’s not that it’s bad, he’s just smarter than that (something other families don’t seem to realize due to his reputation as a brute). Still, he lets you try, basking in the attention of a pretty girl, and thoroughly excited to see what you will do when you realize it won’t work. He tells you he’ll look forward to your company at the next event, but doesn’t give you anything else to work with.
Flummoxed and frustrated, the best of the best at what you do, you know you should just wait. You can strike at the next event, wear him down, that should work, but you’re impatient for the kill. It’s a hunger for the hunt, he sees it in you and like calls to like.
So when you break into his closest penthouse that evening, trying to pull one over on him with a more direct approach, he’s already watching and waiting. Sat cloaked in the darkness, nursing a glass of macallan, he lights a cigar when you get close. You lunge for the kill anyway, but he catches your wrist with his free hand. Grasps it tightly until he forces your hand open to drop your blade.
Gnashing your teeth and scowling, he finally remarks: “there you are! I like this so much better than that little act of yours.” And he is pulling you into his lap, binding your hands behind your back, and deciding in that moment you are meant to be his. His future wife. And oh how he can’t wait to spring you on his least favorite relatives at the wedding hunt.
For the 1000 followers can I please request anal with Jack or Sammy??? 🫶🏽
very sorry this is late but I hope you enjoy fucking sammy
18+
“Baby… I don’t know about this.”
“We don’t have to,” your hand cupped Sammy’s cheek. “But remember how hard you came when I-”
“Ok, ok,” his cheeks went red, the color flushing across his skin and highlighting his freckles at the memory of exactly what had sparked this newest endeavour. You’d practically made his brain melt out his ears last week. “Just… be gentle, ok?”
“Of course,” you shifted back from Sammy, letting your eyes run over him where he sat beside you. “How do you want me?”
“Um,” Sammy blinked and his blush deepened. He still seemed hesitant to ask for what he wanted. This whole ordeal had been your idea to begin with, but Sammy had agreed. Pretty quickly too.
Last week when you’d been going down on him, your fingers had drifted. It was truly unintentional at first. You were simply trying to give him a little more stimulation on his balls. But then the saliva from your mouth working furiously dripped down and your fingers slipped. One of them slid inside of him. And Sammy liked that a lot, especially when you took advantage of the moment and curled up against his prostate.
Sammy came harder than you’d ever seen at that moment. His whole body had started shaking and his eyes had rolled back while he absolutely flooded your mouth. Once he’d been clear enough to think again, you’d asked if you could peg him sometime. He’d nodded dumbly, answering you with a breathless “yes, please.”
“How about on your hands and knees?” It seemed like Sammy needed you to take control, and you’d happily do so.
“Ok,” he moved slowly, shifting onto his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. “Yeah, yeah I can do that.”
You watched eagerly as he moved. His ass looked fantastic, bent over and glistening slightly with some of the lube that had made a mess when you’d prepped him earlier.
Moving behind him once he was comfortable, you stroked over the moderately sized bright purple dildo sticking out from the harness wrapping over your hips and waist. It was smaller than his dick, but still nothing to scoff at.
Sammy took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing slightly as he felt you line up behind him.
“I’ll go slow, ok?”
“Ok,” Sammy held still, a little gasp squeezed out of him at the first press of the head.
You pushed in slowly, letting him feel every inch as it slid in.
“F-fuck,” his head dropped low. It looked like he was restraining himself, hips twitching and pressing back against your pelvis.
“How’s that?” Your hands smoothed over his ass, kneading at the flesh and appreciating the view before you.
“Good,” he croaked out. One of his hands came up to settle over his lower stomach. His cock bobbed, dripping onto the bedspread below. “Really good.”
“You want me to move?”
“Yeah, please,” Sammy ground back against you. “Please.”
So you withdrew slowly, taking your time to let him feel the plastic ridges and veins. When the head was just barely caught on the edge, you slammed back in, hilting in one go. Sammy groaned and pushed back again, and you took that as your sign to keep going.
You kept up that rhythm, slow withdrawal followed by a fast and hard thrust in. He was moaning and panting, his hand stoking over his length in time with every movement you made.
“You like that?” You bent over him, pressing your breasts to his back. “Does that feel good?”
“Shit!” Sammy’s arms gave out when your angle changed, dropping his upper body to the bed.
“Is that the spot?” You couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you watched him shake beneath you. By moving, you must have nailed his prostate dead on.
“Y-yeah,” his hand was moving faster beneath him. Your own rhythm picked up to make. You were hammering him, bullying the full length in and out. “Right there!”
“Are you gonna cum for me?” You were starting to breath heavier with the effort of maintaining your pace. After this, you were definitely going to be much more appreciative of Sammy’s efforts the next time he fucked you silly.
“Fuck! M’so close!”
You pushed through your exertion, keeping your pace as consistent as possible.
“Ohhhh-” Sammy buried his face in the blankets, hips jerking back into yours. You watched his shoulders shake, smiling as you listened to the whines and moans he was trying – and failing – to muffle. His cock jerked, spraying his release over his hand and stomach and the bedding. “Fuck!”
Your rhythm started to slow as Sammy came down, until you were pulling out of him slowly.
“Fuck, Sammy,” once you pulled free, you unbuckled the harness, tossing it to the side before stroking your hand over his side. He was still face down in the mattress, fighting to catch his breath. “You did so good.”
Sammy turned his head to look at you. His face was still flushed and his eyes glazed over. He looked absolutely fucked out.
“Can we do that again?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, already thinking about picking up a bigger attachment for your harness. “Yeah, pretty boy, we can.”
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warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, near-death experience (for lena), domestic!pope, he (eventually) calls you “love”, daddy kink (finally!), age gap, baz and cath don't exist (lol), shy!reader, forced proximity, eager!pope, loss of virginity, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, forced orgasms, squirting, fingerfucking, body worship, size difference, possessive behavior, lowkey this is kind of cutesy if you ignore pope being pope
summary: when pope takes lena out to eat and she starts choking on her food, you, an off the clock paramedic, come to her rescue.
and now, pope wants you to be her mother…
a/n: im officially cpr certified so ofc that means I have to put my skills to the test by writing them out and what better way to do that then to help out girl dad!pope and make him obsessed with you hehe ~
hope it's a sick read ♡
There's always this really cute dad with his kid at the mom and pop restaurant you like to go to after your shift is done. Seeing them after a long day brings a smile to your face whenever they happen to dine at the same time you do.
Though, maybe you shouldn't be staring at them as much as you do…
Your job as a paramedic doesn't really allow for much wiggle room when it comes to having a family. Not that your mind should be drifting to having a family when you look at them…or how nice it would be to join their little family.
Another long day means you aren't all that good at preventing yourself from imagining scenarios you shouldn't indulge in. You decide then not to get your usual drink and opt for some water. Better to stay sober, so your mind doesn't wander any more than it already has.
And you're thankful you chose not to drink.
Because that little girl is choking right now and her dad has such a panicked look on his face, watching her cough furiously, her face going pale with fear.
You quickly run up to them and ask the girl, “are you okay, sweetie?”
She shakes her head, still coughing.
“What's her name?” You ask her dad.
“Lena.” Pope looks at you, seeing that you're still wearing your paramedic uniform. “Can you help her?”
“Yes, of course.” You give him a firm nod, acknowledging his consent, before turning back to Lena. “Hey there, Lena. I'm going to need you to keep coughing, okay sweetie?”
She tries her best to keep coughing but it's getting harder and harder so you have Pope move out of the way so you can pull her to her feet, kneeling behind her.
You have her bend forward just a tad with you supporting her and start applying back blows. After five of those, you switch to abdominal thrusts. You repeat the sequence in hopes of dislodging the food from her throat.
But she passes out instead and thankfully you have her braced against your arm so you can break her fall.
Pope is in a full state of panic right now, seeing Lena laying unconscious on the floor. He knew he shouldn't have let her order that dish with those big chunks of peppers. He's hovering you now as you start compressions, sick to his stomach, anxiety overwhelming him.
“What's your name?” You ask him after you give her two breaths using the spare face shield you always keep in your pocket and start the next set of compressions.
“Andrew.” He's unsure why you ask.
Until you tell him, “Andrew, I'm going to need you to call 9-1-1. You need to tell them where we are and that we have an unresponsive child. Is there an AED on site?”
Thankfully, the owners of the restaurant do have an AED so you quickly turn it on and lift up Lena's shirt so you can apply the pediatric pads in the correct places.
The machine prompts everyone to stay clear of the body while it monitors whether or not she needs a shock.
She doesn't need it, so the machine prompts you to continue compressions while it monitors for any irregular heart rhythms that may require a shock.
You do your CPR cycles until you see a piece of food in her mouth when you go to give her breaths. You pull it out before applying the next set of breaths.
Lena gasps for air then and relief washes over you. She starts coughing so you help soothe her by saying, “you're going to be okay, sweetie. Just keep breathing. Help is on the way.”
You hand her off to the paramedics when they get there, who you know from work so you can guarantee to Pope that she's in good hands.
“Thank you.” He tells you before he is swept away into the ambulance, unsure how he's going to ever repay you for saving Lena's life.
It starts by making sure that your tab is always paid for at that restaurant. You tell the owners not to let Pope keep paying for your meals but they brush you off, saying you should enjoy having someone take care of a bill for you every now and then.
You do enjoy it, but you feel guilty because you were just doing your job. You may have been off duty but you would've helped regardless.
So the next time you see Pope and Lena, you go up to them to say something but then Lena immediately rushes to give you the biggest hug. The kind of hug that warms your heart instantly.
“Thank you for saving my life.” She says so sweetly to you that you almost cry from how precious she is.
“Aw sweetie.” You pat the top of her head gently. “I'm happy I could help.”
“Do you want to join us?” Pope invites you to eat with them. “I'm paying for your meal anyways. Might as well eat with us too.”
“Please?” Lena looks up at you, wanting you to share a meal with her and her dad.
“Okay, sure.” You cave, letting her take your hand and pull you into the booth with her.
You sort of wish you had said no because now you're face to face with Pope and you've never been this close to him before. Minus when he was panicking over Lena's body but that doesn't really count.
You're horribly shy, not knowing if you should say anything but then Lena prompts, “what do you normally order, pretty paramedic lady?”
You giggle at her nickname for you then tell her your actual name. “In case you wanted to know.”
“My dad and I have been calling you the pretty paramedic lady since we didn't know your name. We were hoping you'd be here today.” Lena explains and her words have Pope's ears going red.
Because she's revealing that the two of them have talked about you a lot. And that he thinks you're very pretty…
Something you find quite endearing, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering about in response. “Is that so? Well, here I am. So glad you seem to be doing better, Lena.”
“Yep!” She exclaims in that carefree way only children can. “And now I know I'm never ordering anything with peppers in it again. Yuck!”
You smile at her, loving how cute she is. Pope smiles at you, loving how cute you are.
He really loves you.
You'd be a perfect mom to Lena.
Lena is usually not this talkative but she likes you a lot so now she's telling you all about her school and what she likes to do for fun. You listen intently, remaining engaged, asking her questions that she's happy to answer.
Pope wishes he could just take you home with them. He would love to see Lena this happy all the time.
Maybe that's why after the meal, he invites you to come over for some dessert. You should decline but then Lena practically begs you to and how are you supposed to say no to such a cute kid?
So, that's how you end up in Pope's beachside house. You help tuck Lena into bed and then Pope asks you if you'd like a drink.
“I should get back to my car.” You left it at the parking lot of the restaurant since Pope told you he'd drive you back to get it.
As much as he wants you to stay, he decides it would be better not to ruin his chances with you by being himself right out of the gate. He has to suppress his desire to be possessive of you, to demand you stay with him.
But it leaks out when you tell him good night and he leans in to kiss you. Because he just had to know what your lips felt like.
And what kind of adorable face you'd make when he did kiss you.
You're so flustered by the sudden kiss. You've only been kissed a few times in your life but none of them were as out of the blue as this.
So when Pope cups your face with his hand and leans in to kiss you again, you're surprised how easily you kiss him back.
“Can I see you again soon?” His words are warm against your lips.
“Okay.” You say back super shyly with a nod.
So cute. Pope loves everything about you.
You both exchange numbers before you head out of his truck, your face so hot to the touch from the memory of his lips on yours.
You'll be thinking about him kissing you for a while.
Like how Pope thinks about kissing you while he has his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to the thought of you moaning against his lips while he fucks you.
He has to know what you sound like in bed.
He just has to.
And his patience is getting thoroughly tested because you're always too busy to stay the night.
You work a lot. More than a pretty girl like you should. Pope could take care of you. He has plenty of money from doing jobs to help you with any bills you have.
It makes you nervous that it's obvious your new boyfriend wants you to spend more time with him but you can't find the courage to tell Pope that you're inexperienced and scared that you'll end up ruining everything when you don't know what you're doing.
You can barely kiss him without feeling embarrassed by how much you like it…
“Don't go.” Pope tells you while he has his lips on your neck, kissing a trail up to your cheek, making your skin hotter than it should be.
It doesn't help that you're sitting on his lap on his living room couch. He's been pulling you onto his lap recently, since you got a little too flustered the last time he got on top of you while the two of you were making out. You seem less apprehensive about being on his lap.
Though, the feeling of how hard he is rubbing up against you is causing the butterflies in your stomach to dance around like crazy…
“I have to work tomorrow.” You have the night shift but still, you like to get enough sleep and decompress before the shift starts.
“Sleep here tonight." Pope wants to spend more than just these little moments with you after Lena goes to sleep. “Please.”
“Andrew…” You want to so badly but…
Pope pulls you in for another kiss that has you melting into his grasp. He will convince you to stay tonight. You have to.
He wants to touch you, more than just like this, with his hands roaming over your clothes. He needs to touch your bare skin against his. He just needs—
“Dad?” Lena's voice has you scrambling off of Pope's lap. You sit down beside him, covering your mouth, hoping his kid didn't just catch you on top of her dad.
Pope clears his throat, wiping his mouth of the lip balm you wear that he likes the flavor of, before asking, “everything alright, Lena?”
“My lamp won't turn on.” She makes it known just how dark it is in here.
That's strange.
It looks like the power went out, not just here but the whole strip of the beach. Neither of you had noticed since you and Pope have been kissing in the dark. Which is nothing new, since the two of you have been trying not to get caught by Lena so the darkness aids with that.
“Shit.” Pope curses under his breath because he knows Lena doesn't sleep well without her favorite lamp on.
You know about the lamp. She loves that lamp because the colored tiles of the lampshade light her room up with pinks and reds alongside the usual warm ambient light. It's hard for her to sleep without it. The variety of color comforts her.
So, you know you're going to regret this but…
“Why don't you two come over to my place?” You offer, talking softly to Lena. “I doubt I'm out of power. We can bring your lamp. I've got a spare room you can sleep in and your daddy can take you to school from there tomorrow."
Pope is surprised that you would do that for them. But he shouldn't be surprised. You seem very open to anything if it helps Lena.
As if he couldn't love you more, you give him reasons to want you desperately.
So, the first time you have Pope and Lena over to your place is also the first time you'll be spending the night with Pope.
You have a rather modest apartment. Central Oceanside, easy access to work. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a cozy set up. A little messy but Pope can take care of that in the morning for you.
Lena is fast asleep the moment you plug in her lamp beside the guest bed and shut the door. Which leaves you alone with Pope.
And the awkward situation of whether or not you're going to let him sleep in your bed.
Thank goodness you washed your sheets yesterday…and that your apartment isn't a total mess. Pope keeps his place spotless so you feel a little embarrassed seeing your work clothes sprawling about.
“I like your apartment.” His words ease you a bit.
“You must be tired.” It's late…
Pope walks up to you, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you towards him. He adores that bashful expression you make when your body presses against his.
His voice lowers as he whispers, “I'm not tired. There's something else I want to do before bed.”
You bite at your lip, feeling so flustered by the implication of his words.
“Andrew, I…” You have to let him know about your inexperience. He deserves to know, to gauge for himself if he wants you despite it.
Pope doesn't like the nervous look in your eyes. Do you not want to sleep with him?
It would break his heart if you didn't but that doesn't seem to be the case. You're still clinging to him, your body shaking from your nerves.
It all makes sense when you tell him, “I-I've never done this before.”
He blinks at you, confused. Because is that the truth?
You are younger than him but he can't believe no one has ever touched you before.
Is he really your first?
He'll have to be your last, then.
That much he'll make sure of now.
By making you incredibly comfortable with him. “Then we'll take it slow. But don't push me away, please.”
“You would do that for me?” You don't want to be a burden. “I'm sorry, it might take me a while to—”
Pope quiets your anxious thoughts with his lips on yours, kissing you with so much affection before whispering, “I'd wait as long as you need me to.”
He hopes it isn't too long but he will wait.
But only if he gets to make progress in the meantime. No more stalling. He wants to push forward.
And you let him, “then I'd like to sleep next to you tonight.”
“Is that all you'd like?” His hands slide down to grip your hips. “Can I touch you a little more?”
“Oh god…” Your face heats up immediately and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. “W-What about Lena? She's right next door.”
“You don't think you can keep quiet?” Pope teases you a little and he holds back a chuckle at how shocked you look from his words.
“I-I've never—” Your words catch in your throat when Pope leans forward and kisses you on the temple.
“I'm fucking with you.” He definitely can't do anything with you tonight. You need some time to adjust to the idea first. “Let's just sleep tonight. Can I at least hold you?”
You nod. You wouldn't mind cuddling with Pope. It makes you nervous but you'd like that a lot. You've hugged him plenty of times and snuggled with him on the couch with his arm around your shoulder.
It's just like that but laying down in bed, right?
It's nothing like that.
It has your heart wanting to burst out of your chest when you lay down and Pope pulls you against his chest, spooning you, his large arms wrapped so gently around your body, tucking you into him. You feel his warm breath tickling your ear and you bite your lip, trying not to react to how tingly it feels.
“Is this too much?” He asks, already going crazy because your sheets smell like you.
He wants to sleep here permanently…
“It's okay.” You try to calm yourself down but it doesn't help that you can feel how big he is compared to you.
It reminds you of all the times the two of you would kiss and then Pope would find his way on top of you, pinning you down with his firm body, making you imagine things you've been scared to indulge in.
Only this time, he's behind you, holding you tightly against him as his hands glide along the fabric of your sleepwear.
“I won't touch you directly.” He says right into your ear. “But can I do this?”
His hands slide up to your breasts, cupping them. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing the noise your body wants to make when his thumbs roll over your nipples from over your shirt.
Your head is swimming now…growing dizzier from his touch.
“Andrew, wait.” You stop him, grabbing a hold of his wrist. He stops, even though he really doesn't want to…
“Sorry.” Pope knows he got greedy.
“It's okay.” You reassure him that you don't mind. “But…I'm nervous.”
“About?” That intrigues him.
“What if it…feels too good and I…” You bury your face in your hands, wanting to scream. “Never mind, never mind, just ignore me—”
You yelp a little when you feel his hard cock pressing up against your back, becoming much more aware of his sheer size compared to when you were on his lap.
Oh, he's…really big.
How is that supposed to fit inside of you?
Now you're nervous about something else entirely…like why your mind went straight to the thought of Pope burying his huge cock inside of you…
“You should ignore me.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel any type of way about how aroused he is by your words. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Your breath hitches when his hand slips under your shirt, cupping your bare breast this time. You don't normally wear a bra to sleep. Maybe you should've.
But then you wouldn't get to feel his calloused fingers playing with your nipples.
“Oh my god…” You're squirming a little at the way he's rolling your hard nipple between his fingers.
“Good or bad?” His voice is so low and intoxicating in your ear.
“Good.” You stuff your face into your pillow then, letting out a tiny little scream that has Pope chuckling into your shoulder.
“I can make you feel really good.” Pope's other hand slips past the waistband of your pants, his fingers grazing the top of your underwear. “If you let me.”
You chew on your lip. You should say no. You should go to sleep…
But you cave and tell him, “be gentle.”
And now Pope wants to eat you up.
He can't right now. It's obvious you're shy about letting him see your body, so he'll make do with touching you under your clothes.
“Fuck.” He lets out that single word when his hand slips into your underwear and he feels how slick you are on his fingers.
“I-I'm sorry.” You say in a light panic. “I-I don't usually get this wet—”
“Please stop talking.” He can barely hold himself back as is.
If you keep telling him things like that, Pope won't be able to stop himself from pinning you down and just fucking you until you're dripping with his cum.
“I'm sorry.” You let out meekly, worried you've upset him.
“No, I'm sorry.” He dips his fingers into your slick, groaning at how easily you coat his fingertips. “I feel like I could cum just from how wet you are for me.”
“W-What?” You were not expecting him to say that.
“You have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you.” He's not hiding it anymore, his fingers making their way up to your clit. He starts playing with it as he tells you, “I've needed this, needed you.”
Pope slides his other hand away from your breasts so he can wrap it around his cock, jerking himself off to him touching your clit. And to the little whimpers you're making from how good it feels to be touched by him and knowing how much he wants you.
“Andrew, wait.” You grab at his arm because you're getting too close. “I'm going to cum if you don't stop…”
He growls into your shoulder blade, stilling his movements entirely. “Are you seriously going to make me stop when I'm so close?”
You swallow at that. Is he really going to cum just from touching you?
Does he like you that much?
He must because he's never had so much willpower in his life.
Pope can't ruin this, even if his whole body is tight with tension from stopping himself from bullying your clit until you're crying for him to stop.
“J-Just give me a minute.” You then take a moment to breathe in deep, trying to mentally prepare yourself.
It is a vulnerable thing to cum in front of someone. You've never done it before. Pope has but not really out of desire like this, though.
You find the courage to ask him, “can we kiss while we cum together?”
It's like you've awakened something inside of him because Pope is practically dry heaving against you.
“You're too fucking cute.” He huffs into the nape of your neck. “I don't know how to be normal about you.”
You think that's a good thing. It has to be, since he immediately sits up and lugs your body towards him until you're straddling his lap.
“You don't have to look.” Pope pulls his cock out so he can stroke it easier. “But if you could help me out.”
He puts his hand in front of you and you stare at his palm, wondering what he wants.
“Lick my hand for me.” He instructs, since it seems you need to be led.
Oh. You feel hot all over now…
You swallow your nerves and lean forward, dragging your tongue along his hand until it's nice and wet. Then, when he wraps it around his cock and starts stroking it, the erotic sounds have your heart racing.
He groans with such need as he asks, “can I touch your pussy again?”
You nod and he slips his other hand into your pants, sliding back to grab some of your slick before dragging his fingertips to your clit again. You brace yourself with your hands on his shoulder then bury your face into his neck, moaning against his skin, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably.
“Fuck.” He grunts when he feels how swollen your clit has gotten for him. “I want to taste you so bad.”
You definitely are not ready for that but the thought that he wants to has more slick building up between your legs.
“Does it feel good?” He asks you, nudging you so you lift your face to look at him. “Tell me what you like. Just nod when it feels right.”
Pope follows your cue, rubbing your clit perfectly at the same pace as him stroking his cock and you find yourself leaning in to kiss him, burying your hands in his hair, gasping against his lips when it starts to feel more incredible than before.
“Are you going to cum for me?” He asks against your lips, not letting you answer because he keeps kissing you, stealing your breath away.
But when you're right at the edge, you repeat the word “yes” between every kiss until you finally cum, your whole body shaking in response. And it only shakes more when Pope immediately dips his finger inside of you, filling you up.
“Andrew—!” You gasp out his name when he curls his finger, looking for where to touch you to make you do that again. He wants to hear you say his name when you cum again.
“One more time.” He urges you, groaning against your lips as he grips his cock tighter. “Cum for me again.”
You do, the orgasm washing over you, your pussy clenching around his finger the way he wishes it was around his cock. He cums hard, coating his hand in his release.
Every heavy breath he makes, you can taste it. You wonder what his cum tastes like.
What has Pope done to you? Your desires for him are growing by the minute…
“Let me wash my hands.” He goes to move you off his lap but you won't budge.
“Can I…” You look down for the first time, at his hand wrapped around his softening cock. It's still huge, despite having just came. “I—sorry, I don't know—”
Pope lifts his hand up towards you, showing you how the back of it is coated in his release. “Do you want to try it?”
You nod shyly before leaning forward so you can taste him. Pope can feel his cock twitching back to life already at the sight of you lapping up his cum.
Now he has to taste you.
“Can I make you cum again?” He asks you when you're done cleaning his hand.
“W-Why?” You came twice already. That seems like plenty…
“I didn't get a chance to taste you yet.”
“Oh…” You're even more shy now, your words coming out in little nervous mumbles, “I-I just don't know if I-I'm clean enough, I wouldn't want you to—”
“I'll just use my fingers again.” He tries to ease your nerves. “I won't go down on you tonight. But I want to. I really want to.”
You like how vocal Pope is about what he likes. It quells the anxiety you feel at times about your relationship with him. You know he likes you but you had worried for a bit that you might have liked him a little more than he liked you.
You're learning right now that is not the case.
Pope likes you so much that the moment he makes you cum again from burying two fingers deep inside of you, he can't stop himself from wanting to do it again.
“Andrew, please.” Your lower body is tingling too much from the way his fingers are curling inside of you. “I'm going to cum again if you keep—”
“I need you to squirt for me and then I'll stop.” He can tell you've been holding back.
“What? I-I've never—” You wriggle when he adds another finger, stretching you out even more than he did before. “Oh god, I can't—”
He can feel you tensing up so he starts thrusting his fingers rougher until you're unable to contain yourself anymore, the tension bursting completely. Pope smiles when he feels how much you've soaked his hand and likes how you're hiding your face in your hands, so embarrassed that you squirted for the first time.
That's why he has to make you do it again. Then he'll let you sleep.
“Please, Andrew!” You push at his arm, trying to get him to stop but he keeps fucking you with his fingers until you're squirting all over his hand and your mind has gone blank from the sudden rush of pleasure.
You grow even dizzier at the sight of him licking his hand clean, humming from how good you taste to him.
“I want to do that again.” He tells you and you shake your head at him, making him chuckle. “I won't anymore tonight. I have to let you sleep.”
Pope helps you to your bathroom so you can clean up all the slick that has built between your legs. If he had his way, he would've cleaned you up with his tongue but he'll shelve that for when you're ready to show him your body. A body he will surely worship the moment he gets to see it.
But for now, Pope will enjoy holding your warm body against his while the two of you sleep.
Something that becomes more frequent.
You let Pope and Lena sleep over every now and then, whenever Lena wants to. The three of you have movie nights at your place. You sleep over at Pope's house when the three of you have family dinner night at the restaurant after your shift.
They really are your family. You spend so much time with them that people tell you what a cute kid you have. And you've stopped correcting them…
Because you love Lena like she is your child.
Pope loves how much you take such good care of Lena, always keeping her entertained, always being so beautifully kind to his kid.
He loves you so much.
“Can we get ice cream?” She asks the two of you when you're done with dinner tonight.
“Only if your daddy says so.” You pat her gently on the head with your free hand, since she has your other hand held firmly in hers.
Pope is going to pretend like hearing you call him “daddy” so casually doesn't make him want to fuck a baby into you.
He manages to calmly say, “only if you promise to study for your test when you get home.”
Lena nods happily, agreeing to those terms.
The three of you get ice cream and hang out at the beach for a bit before going home.
Home. You have so much of your stuff at Pope's house and he has so much of his stuff at yours. Same with Lena's things.
“Do you want to move in?” Pope asks you once he's tucked Lena in for the night.
You're unsure. You've only been seeing Pope for a few months. Isn't this a little too soon?
Pope feels like it's been too long. He still hasn't fucked you yet…
It's taking everything in him not to rush things but he wants to see you as often as he can and you moving in would allow for that.
“I-I do but…” You don't know if it's a good idea.
You'll start falling in love with Pope more than you already are if you live with him and see how wonderful he can be to you all the time…
“But what?” He pulls you into his arms, giving you a warm hug. “Talk to me.”
You hug him back, sinking into the comfort of him, which gives you the strength to admit, “but I'm scared, Andrew. That I like you too much…”
You cling into him tighter after you tell him that, nervous that he'll find you overbearing and wanting to put some distance between the two of you.
“I love you.” Pope just says out right.
You look up at him, your eyes wide with shock. “What did you say?”
“I said I love you.” He leans down to kiss you, smiling when you're too stunned to kiss him back. “You're so cute. It's hard not to love you.”
“Andrew…” Your heart is hammering so loud in your chest that you almost can't hear yourself tell him, “I love you too.”
“Then, will you move in with me so we can be a family?” He asks, since he'd like that a lot.
“Okay.” You say with a bashful grin and a firm nod.
Then, Pope leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Lena has a sleepover tomorrow.”
You know what that means and your whole body quivers with anticipation. It means you and Pope don't have to be quiet.
Which means he's definitely going to fuck you tomorrow…
You grip onto his shirt, your hands trembling a little. “I'm a little…”
“It's okay to be nervous.” Pope rubs your back gently. “There's no pressure. We can just do what we've been doing when we're alone.”
“Oh god…” You bury your face in his chest. “You almost killed me last time.”
“No, I didn't.” He says with a light laugh.
“I came like twenty times or something crazy like that.” You grumble, remembering how obsessed Pope was with making you cum since the two of you had the house to yourselves for a night.
“And you liked it.” He smirks and you pout at him. “Come on, you love it when daddy touches you.”
You scream into his chest, drawing a laugh from deep in his belly. He loves messing with you and he's noticed you get so flustered when he calls himself “daddy” around you.
At least you both are even in that sense. You have no idea how much it riles him up when you call him that unintentionally.
“I do love it.” You say shyly, muffling your words a little. “I love you a lot, Andrew.”
Okay, maybe Pope can't wait until tomorrow.
He drags you into his bedroom, locking the door, before grabbing you by your face and kissing you, pressing you up against the door with his body.
“I need you out of these clothes.” He looks at you still in your paramedic uniform since you just had dinner with them after your shift.
“I should shower…” You've been out for more than twelve hours.
“Then shower with me.” Pope tugs his shirt off without an ounce of hesitation.
He has seen you naked plenty of times now but he loves how shy you seem about it every time.
Though, maybe you're shy because every time you see him naked, you have to remind yourself that this is your boyfriend and that every inch of that body is technically all yours…
“I might pass out.” You warn because you're sure the combination of steam and the heat rushing through you as you strip out of your work clothes in front of him will lead to you getting dizzy like always.
“Please don't. You're the paramedic in the relationship. I'm just a property manager who needs to take a CPR class…” He makes a lousy joke that has you giggling beautifully. “I really love you.”
You feel extra shy that he says that right as you pull off the last piece of clothing from your body.
“Come here.” He puts his hand out and you take it, letting him lead you into his bathroom.
You've never showered with Pope before but you should've guessed he wasn't going to keep his hands off of you. Or his lips, which are plastered to yours the moment the two of you are under the shower head.
He has you pinned to the shower wall now, holding you there as the water goes from cold to warm against his back, his body shielding you until the temperature is right.
“I love your body.” His lips trail down from your lips to your shoulders. “Every inch of it.”
“Let me get clean first, Andrew.” You don't want him kissing you all over while you still have the grime of work on you.
“You're clean enough to me.” He'd eat you out right here if you let him. But he knows you won't. You're still acting shy around him. He'll help break you out of your shell slowly but surely.
“Let's wash up.” You tell him before whispering in his ear, “and then I'll let you do whatever you want with me.”
Pope has never showered so fucking fast in his life. You find it almost too adorable how quickly he finishes his shower before helping you so you don't take too long either, washing your hair for you while you scrub your body clean.
Then, when your hair is all dry and you feel nice and clean, Pope practically tosses you down onto his bed and his face is between your legs in an instant.
“Oh god, Andrew, you can't—” He can't be this eager when Lena is sleeping next door!
He knows you're bad at holding in your voice…
“Then scream into your pillow.” He has you face down with your ass up in a second and his tongue is on you again immediately, ravishing you like an animal. “Fuck, this is amazing, you're so wet, you taste so good, I'm going to fucking cum just eating your pussy.”
You can hear him stroking his cock after he gathers some of your slick in his hand to use. You moan into the pillow when his tongue dips into you, the tip of it flicking at your entrance, teasing you, making you wish he would just push it inside of you fully already. His free hand moves between your legs to play with your clit and he groans when you cum on his face from the sudden dual stimulation.
“Good girl.” He praises you for cumming. “Making your daddy proud.”
“Andrew—!” You muffle another scream when his tongue slips inside of you and he starts fucking you with it, sliding it in and out, enjoying how slick you're growing from how good it feels.
“I want to cum on your pussy.” Pope is already close, his hand death gripping his cock, so turned on just knowing you love him. “Can I?”
“Okay.” You don't mind since he'll clean it up before it gets into you.
At least, that's what you thought was going to happen.
But the moment Pope cums all over your pussy, his fingers quickly push it into you, drawing out a gasp from your lips.
“Wait, Andrew—” You bite down on your pillow as he starts fucking you with his fingers, the pace much rougher, unlike anything he's done before.
You squirt so hard that you can feel it dripping down your thighs. Your whole body is shaking from how intense your orgasm is shooting through you, the pleasure completely overloading all of your senses.
And it doesn't stop. And you can't scream for him to stop because you'll wake Lena.
So you just take his brutal fingerfucking until you're cumming nonstop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your toes curling, your body reeling from the constant pleasure hitting you.
“You can definitely take me now.” Pope tells you, finally pulling his fingers free from your tight pussy.
His cock is nice and hard again. It would be impossible not to be hard at the sight of you cumming your brains out on his fingers.
You're still so dazed that you don't even register what he's doing until he lines his cock up with your entrance.
When you feel the tip of him pushing into you, it's like you sober up. “W-Wait, Andrew, we can't, we don't have a condom—”
“I'm not fucking you with a condom.” Pope sinks the tip of his cock inside of you, slipping past your tight entrance, groaning when he feels your pussy around him. “I love you. You love me. We're making love. I want to get you pregnant, my love.”
You can't even think straight. Every word out of his mouth is crossing all the wires in your brain. It's like you're short-circuiting…
The pressure of his cock prying you apart is what keeps you locked in the moment, in the feeling of him burying himself inside of you inch by inch.
It would be a lie if you said it wasn't amazing.
You've never felt so full before. So utterly fulfilled before. Like this was what you have been waiting for all this time.
“You're doing so good.” Pope rubs your back gently. “I'm almost halfway in.”
You're unsure if you heard him right because you already feel completely full. How is there more of him to take? There's no way your body can—
Pope starts thrusting more and more of his cock into you and you cum just from the act of getting split open. Your pussy clenches around him perfectly the moment he hilts inside of you.
“Breathe, my love.” He coaxes you into relaxing, into allowing your pussy to get used to the shape and size of him. “You swallowed me up so well. Let's see if you can do it again.”
His words are not enough warning for him to pull out of you completely and lay you down on your back before shoving his cock back inside of you all of a sudden.
This time, you're looking right into his eyes as you cum on his cock again. “Good girl, cumming so hard for her daddy.”
“Andrew, let me…I need a second…” You're gasping for air, trying to find where your mind went in the pleasure-filled haze.
It has disappeared completely, because all you want now is for Pope to fuck you.
Especially when he starts gently kneading your lower belly, massaging you right above your womb where his cock is pushing up against.
“Let's give Lena a sibling to play with.” Pope tells you, rubbing your soft stomach. “One that looks like you, my beautiful love.”
You're too far gone now.
You reach up, grabbing a hold of Pope's face and bringing him down to kiss you. You roll your hips against his, driving his cock deeper into you, wanting him to fuck you while you kiss him. Pope happily listens, thrusting his cock into you at a pace that has you moaning against his lips.
He keeps you quiet by tangling his tongue with yours, taking up space in your mouth, kissing you while he fucks you. His hands slide up to your chest, grabbing at your nipples, playing with them as another orgasm ripples through you from all the sensations happening at the same time.
You're in heaven. You've never felt so good before.
“I love you, Andrew.” You breathe out, all airy and full of affection.
“I love you too.” He says back with a smile. “You are so perfect for me.”
Just as it was meant to be.
You stay clinging onto Pope, his lips on yours as he pounds his cock into you until you feel his warm release filling you up for the first time. It's an incredible feeling.
One that you hope to feel all the time.
You can't keep your desires at bay anymore…
The moment you get home from your shift the next day, Pope is in your apartment and has you pinned to your door, kissing you furiously. You're already stripping off your clothes, tugging at his clothes, wanting him to fuck you like he has been desperately yearning for all day after last night.
“Let me fuck you right here.” He growls against your lips, sending shivers down your spine with his words, “so your neighbors can hear how good your daddy can make you feel.”
You're terrible at holding your voice in because you moan his name so loudly when he drops to his knees and starts eating you out right then and there. Your hand is in his hair, pulling at his soft curls. You're grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue eagerly dips in and out of you, reveling in your taste.
“Andrew, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—” You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from waking your neighbors when he sucks your clit and draws out your first orgasm of the night.
“Don't stop now.” Pope plays with your clit in his mouth, coaxing you back to the edge of another orgasm. “Cum all over my face, my love.”
You can't stop yourself from listening to him, your body shaking from the pleasure he's pulling out of you. You whimper when he shoves two fingers into you, spreading your pussy wide open so his tongue has space to slip in with them.
It's all too much—
You cum so hard that you see stars speckling your vision. Your knees are so wobbly that you can barely keep yourself up.
“The night just started and you're already going to pass out?” Pope chuckles at your dazed expression. “Come on, let's get in the bath.”
He had prepped a bath for you to come home. The water is a little colder than he'd like but he hadn't planned on eating you out at your front door. Next time, he'll put that into consideration with his timing.
You don't mind the lukewarm water, though.
Because your skin is on fire.
Pope allows you no reprieve, his fingers lazily rubbing your clit while the two of you bathe together.
“Andrew, please, I need to wash up…” You arch your back against his chest, your body close to convulsing from the orgasm he's building you towards. “I can't cum again, just give me a break, please.”
“Cum one more time.” He nips at your earlobe, his words hot against your sensitive flesh. “Then daddy will let you bathe.”
You should've known when he told you to cum, it would mean cumming hard for him.
Because his fingers thrust into you and you're fucking screaming from how they refuse to stop moving even after you've cum.
“Andrew!” You shout his name out of desperation, needing him to stop torturing you with his fingers but he won't.
He just curls them deeper, teasing your womb, groaning when your pussy clenches around his fingers, milking them like they're his cock.
It should be his cock inside of you.
Fuck it, it will be.
Pope picks you up out of the bath. You're clean enough. He doesn't care to wait anymore.
You're thrown down onto your bed and he climbs on top of you, lining his cock up. You wouldn't be able to stop him if you tried.
He sinks every fucking inch inside of you until your body can't stop shaking from how good it feels to have the love of your life buried so deep inside of you.
“Say you love it when your daddy's cock kisses your womb.” He rolls his hips, pushing the tip of his cock right at the entrance to your womb, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head from the rush of pleasure.
“I love it—” You can't barely speak the rest of the words because he keeps pounding the tip of his cock over and over again at that spot until you're squirting all over him.
“You really love it, don't you?” Pope rests his hand where your clit is. “Let's hear you scream my name.”
He starts rubbing your clit at the same harsh pace as he thrusts inside of you and you fucking burst. It's like an avalanche. Each orgasm is followed by another, each building in intensity, each causing your head to go stupid.
All you can think about is cumming.
Pope loves the sounds you make when you let go, when you allow yourself to just feel good and not care about anything else but the way he's forcing your body to feel.
“Tell daddy what you want.” Pope pinches your clit, drawing a moan from your lips. “Come on, my love. Say it.”
“I want your cum.” You finally admit it. “I want my daddy to put a baby in me.”
“Yeah?” He's going to go fucking crazy now. “Is that really what you want?”
You nod then beg, “please, I need it now, Andrew.”
Pope has never cum that hard in his life. He fills your womb so completely that some of his cum leaks out of you even though his cock is just resting inside of you. He likes the way you're spasming beneath him, cumming uncontrollably from the feeling of his cum inside of you.
It makes him want to do insane things.
Like when he slips his cock out of you and replaces it with his fingers, only to bury his face between your legs too.
You're gasping for air the moment his lips seal around your clit and his fingers start fucking his cum deeper into your pussy. You can't even tell him to stop. You're not able to form words.
You're just a moaning mess, the sounds leaving your lips surely worthy of a noise complaint.
But it's okay.
You're moving in with Pope soon. You won't need this apartment anymore.
So who cares if your neighbors know your daddy is making you cum your brains out right now?
“Let me see it.” He has his eyes glued to your pussy, to his fingers bully your insides, forcing you closer and closer to another unbelievable orgasm. “Show your daddy how hard you can cum.”
You cry out his name when you squirt all over his fingers, your orgasm blinding you, your vision going fuzzy, your cum mixing with his as it spills out of you.
Pope flips you onto your stomach in your daze and you're immediately shoved into your mattress by his cock roughly thrusting into your still squirting pussy. You've surely soaked your sheets now because every thrust has you drenching your thighs with your release.
“I can't, I can't—” You can't possibly cum anymore.
You'll go crazy if you do. You'll never want this to end if you do.
That's the goal for Pope.
To make you dependent on him for pleasure. To have you crave what only he can give you.
“Hush, my love.” He says sweetly as he rubs your back, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “I'll show you what your limits are.”
Your limits being getting fucked all night long until you're dripping between your legs, spilling his cum out of you with every slight motion you make, your mind and body wrecked with endless amounts of pleasure.
You wake up to Pope kissing every inch of your body. You feel surprisingly clean.
Did he bathe you in your sleep? He must've. You were so tired after getting wrung out. You can barely remember anything that happened after he snuggled you so lovingly after fucking you so roughly.
“Glad you're not working for a few days.” Pope is hoping you'll get pregnant soon so you won't have to work much at all.
“I don't think I'd be able to work if I was scheduled.” Your legs feel like actual jelly…
“I'm sorry, my love.” He comes back up to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. “I got carried away, didn't I?”
You lean into his chest, breathing in the smell of him that you enjoy so much, then let out a little sigh. “It's okay. I…liked it.”
Pope might as well ask you to marry him right now.
He hasn't gotten a ring yet, though. He'd want to do it properly if he did.
He'd want to ask Lena just to be sure she's ready for you to become her new mother.
She is. Of course she is.
Lena loves you. Almost as much as Pope does.
“I like seeing you happy, dad.” Lena leans her shoulder against his arm, her small hand held in his.
“Would she make a good mom for you?” Pope asks again just to be sure.
She nods, smiling all big and cute at him. “And now you guys can finally kiss!”
He bites back a laugh.
Little does she know, the two of you have done much more than that already…
a/n: okay so like you know this could've been way more wild but then I just felt so mushy…and I wanted to write happy!pope so there he is. he’s a girl dad who loves you sm. gosh I could just drown in how cute he is with lena!
💞Tags/Warnings💞: fluff, lots of flirting, SMUT ( brief mentions of intercourse/oral and hand humping ), Insecure!Jack Abbot, SoftGirly!Reader, age gap crush, not just friends/not yet lovers, Widow!Jack Abbot
💞Plot💞: Jack Abbot really likes the confidence boost the new night shift nurse gives him with her playful flirting. But… She’s not playing..
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: STOP!
💞A/N💞: based off of the song “Stop!” by Bella Kay bc I can NOT get that song out of my head and every time I listen to it, I just think about Jack.. 🤭 nobody asked for this, but I hope you like it!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
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“ You’re a lot a bit older, I'm a lot more green..
I'm sure you know that, baby, you just got the
thing about ya
Well, I swear that I can really learn my way
around ya
It's not my fault that you, you turn it on and I
Can't turn it off and I don't really want to.. ”
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“What’s this?” Y/N chuckles a bit as she sees a yellow envelope waiting for her at her desk.
It’d been an iffy start to her birthday.. With the rain and chilly wind carrying throughout Pittsburgh and the ‘all hands on deck’ text she’d received from Robby, she thought for sure, this birthday would be a let down.
But!
All the text messages from friends, coworkers, and family alike had brightened her day. And.. The little café breakfast and birthday flowers Uber-ed to her place by Jack had also put a smile on her face..
“Just a lil somethin dropped there by a bird..” Dana teases from her post behind the nurse’s station. Y/N doesn’t even have to see the name on the envelope. She knew only one person in this ED was old enough to find cards more sentimental than a text message.
“So that’s why he didn’t message me..” She smirks as she opens the card and reads the cute little note left inside along with a gift card to Ulta. She didn’t even wanna check the balance on it. She knew she’d freak if she saw.
In the five months of her working here, she’d become a real favorite for Jack Abbot. It was very clear for everyone to see, and Dana and Robby had taken to referring to them as the Bonnie and Clyde of the ED. Just always up to no good while working cases together.
Even if Y/N was ‘just an RN’, Jack entrusted her with things that were way out of her job expectations. This wasn’t a mentor/mentee relationship, though. Don’t get that twisted.
No. Y/N wanted that old man. Badly.
“Got the breakfast, B?” She hears from behind her just as she sets the card down neatly on her desk for a keepsake. Turning to face him, a smirk is already playing on her lips.
“Yes. I did. Would’ve been tastier if you were feeding it to me, though.” She says casually.
This is their norm.
Flirtatious banter here, a wink or two there. Y/N had made it clear from the first day they met, she found Jack extremely attractive. And she didn’t hide it for anyone. Jack enjoyed the attention. As a widower, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman had so openly checked him out.
Sure, he’d have the occasional glances, maybe the common and casual one liner by a woman he’d held the door open for at a local coffee shop, but Y/N looked at him like she wanted to eat him half the time.
And it did something to his ego.
He hadn’t been so openly yearned for in.. So long. It felt nice to have this younger woman humor him. But that’s all it was.
Right?
“I’ll keep a note for next time. But.. Something tells me if I was there, the food wouldn’t have gotten eaten..” Jack jokes back as Y/N takes off her jacket to hang on the back of her chair. She laughs softly and walks to the break room, knowing he’ll follow.
“Yeah, I’m sure you would’ve had a plan for it..” Jack snorts, never missing a beat when it comes to her.
“Oh, Jackie boy..” Y/N shakes her head as she stops at the break room doorway to fully turn and look up at him, both hands on the doorway to lean in a bit more. “If you could just see the things we do in my head..” She shakes her head a bit, making Jack’s ears turn pink.
She takes note..
“That a threat?” Jack raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms, leaning in closer to show he’s not afraid.
Y/N giggles at that, playfully pushing at his chest to back him away. “I have to behave while on the clock. Robby’s warned me too many times already...” She smirks before turning to walk into the break room and set her lunch bag in the fridge.
“What about.. Off the clock?” Jack asks, making her movements slow.
“Excuse me?” She asks with an amused raised eyebrow. Jack walks over, hands slipping into his cargo pants.
“You heard me?” He shrugs. “My apartment. 9pm. I took the night partially off.” He explains as Y/N eyes him closer.
Was this finally happening?!
“I’ll be there. Gives me time to get out of these scrubs..” She says. This storm had dampened any dinner plans with friends, so this was honestly more of a blessing.
Thank you, Mother Nature..
Jack smiles warmly, giving a little nod. “Great..” He says softly, walking out of the break room. Y/N soon follows suite, walking back to the nurse’s station as her head spins.
Five months. Five months of constant flirting and blunt sexual tension, would all be leading to tonight. Y/N figured it would only be a matter of time when she noticed at the same time they began getting referred to as the ‘Bonnie and Clyde of the ED’, Jack began wearing his wedding ring on a chain around his neck instead of on his finger..
“Happy birthday, pretty girl..” She hears beside her and turns to see Emma walking over with a small takeout box from the bakery across the street. She gasps happily.
“Ugh, you shouldn’t have..” She says as the two nurses hug. Given their ages and the fact that they’d started on the same day, the two grew a bond that Y/N had joked came from trauma. But she was a nurse, not a psychologist…
“What do you have planned after shift?” Emma asks curiously as Y/N smiles brightly, remembering.
“Hot date..” She smirks as she nods to Jack who’s now helping staff move the giant bins of medical supplies that would be needed for the definite wave of patients they’d be getting today.
“No… Really?!” Emma asks in shock, making Y/N nod certainly while still checking him out.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” Y/N confirms. “I mean.. Do you see that man? God..” She continues, as if at a loss for words. Emma giggles at her friend’s obvious longing stare.
“Be careful before you drool..” She teases her with a soft nudge.
“Hey.” She begins simply. “All I’m saying is.. I have a dad, so.. I don’t know what the hell my problem is..” She mutters with a shake of her head.
“You’re insane..” Emma states in amusement before straightening up more at the sight behind Y/N.
“It’s not my fault he walks like it’s big!” Y/N shrugs shamelessly.
“Ms. Y/N…” Robby says in false pleasantries to get her attention. Y/N stiffens fast, quieting a groan before glaring at a sheepish looking Emma.
“You couldn’t warn me?” She hisses quietly to her fellow nurse who’s now covering her mouth as to not laugh out right. She shakes her head slightly and straightens up.
“Dr. Robby.” Y/N turns fully to face him, a bright and innocent smile on her face. Robby falsely returns a polite grin.
“I understand it’s your birthday, but Dr. Abbot is not your cake..” He says simply.
“Sadly.” Y/N clarifies, dropping the innocent act for now.
Robby narrows his eyes at that, muttering for her to get back to work before leaving. Emma bursts out laughing and Y/N swats at her while fussing..
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“Thank you! Thank you for coming..” Y/N calls down the hallway of Jack’s apartment building, smiling as she sees a few mutual friends wave goodbye before getting on the elevator.
When Jack had invited her over, he hadn’t told her it’d been for a surprise birthday party that he had organized. Thank god Emma had talked her out of doing the cliché ‘nothing on under the trench coat’ routine..
Instead, she’d shown up in a dress that was fiery red. The material was silky smooth. It had a sweetheart neckline with lace detailing that extended up to a sweetheart-shaped bustier. The sleeves, long and sheer, were made up of lace. The skirt, short and flared out.
Shutting the front door, Y/N glances at the clock on the living room wall. 1am. Jack would be clocking in for his shift in the next hour, and Y/N was already assured she could spend the night here.
Her heels click against the floor as she walks into the kitchen, watching Jack as he cleans up the dishes from the dinner party. “You’re the sweetest man alive.” Y/N notes finally.
“Hey, what kind of person would I be if I let you do dishes on your birthday..?” Jack shrugs it off.
“No. Everything. The breakfast, the flowers, the cheesy card..” She says as she walks closer now.
“Yeah, well.. Birthdays, holidays, special events.. Kind of my time to shine.” He chuckles a bit. Jack loved putting thought into stuff like that. It was the best part about being married. After his wife passed, he kind of lost that whimsy. But.. When Y/N playfully started counting down to her birthday last month, it.. Reminded him how much fun it felt to spoil someone.
From the look she gave him when he surprised her with the party, it was nice to know he hadn’t lost his touch…
“You know. When you first texted me to come over, I thought you were finally gonna give me what I’ve been wanting..” Y/N points out, completely honest as she hops up on to the counter top right next to the sink so she could watch him clean up and appreciate the way his arms flex while he scrubs those dishes..
Jack chuckles at that and shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m sure you were..” He teases back.
This time though, Y/N doesn’t smile or even laugh back.
No. She’s grown tired of the banter. It was getting her nowhere, and she was beginning to feel like some silly school girl that was more of a nuisance than a potential love interest.
So instead, she obviously checks him out before nodding.
“Yeah. I was.” She says simply. Jack stops his chuckling when he hears that. He turn away from the dishes now to look at her. Maybe to check if she was messing with him.
By the look on her face? She clearly wasn’t.
“Oh come on..” Jack finally says, putting the smile back on. But it’s more of a mask now..
“What?” She asks.
“You’re.. Messing around.” He states.
“When have I ever?” She asks now, arms loosely crossing as he shifts a bit on his feet.
“I mean, just like when we’re at work. When you… Make those jokes..” He tries to remind her.
“I’m never joking.” Y/N finally says bluntly, eyeing him closer as if he should know that.
“What?” Jack asks after a moment of silence.
There’s no way he heard that right..
“Is that what you’ve thought this was? Me just messing around?” Y/N asks in amusement as she leans closer, both hands gripping the edge of the counter top on either side of her.
“I…” Jack pauses and blinks as if still trying to get his footing. “Listen.. B..” He finally tries to begin as she only smirks at him.
“You don’t.. You don’t want me..” He continues, sheepishly motioning to himself. Y/N has half a mind to pause this conversation and check around this man’s apartment for mirrors, because he clearly doesn’t have any!
“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t?” She challenges.
“No.” Jack says quickly before chuckling at how silly this all is. He shakes his head, trying to focus back on the dishes. “No, you.. You don’t..” He mutters.
Y/N hums before gently grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him closer. His breath is caught in his throat the second she puts his hand on her bare thigh. Fuck, her skin is soft. And fuck, it’s been so long since he’s touched a woman like this.
Y/N doesn’t break eye contact as she slowly slides his hand between her legs. She watches the way his eyes darken the minute his fingers are pressed up against lace and silk. Y/N slowly rolls her hips so she’s basically sitting on his hand, his palm pressed against her covered clit. She gasps softly, free arm going around his neck to keep him close.
“You feel that?” She breathes out, thumb pressing against the pulse point on his wrist. It’s racing..
Jack can barely speak. He’s already hard against his pants. “Still think I don’t want you?” She taunts quietly between shallow breaths as she grinds slowly against his hand.
“Fuck…” Jack grunts, voice rough. “B. You can… You can do so much better..” He tries reasoning, but he’s at the end of his rope and Y/N can definitely feel it..
"Better than you? Impossible..” Y/N breathes out. She doesn't stop the slow, torturous roll of her hips, feeling exactly how his control is snapping. She knows he’s trying to be rational, trying to push her away because of that damn insecurity regarding their age difference. But his hand betrays him.. His fingers press deeper against the lace of her underwear, making her moan out.
“God, Jack…” She breathes out as he feels a wet spot beginning to grow on her underwear.
He groans quietly, head rolling back slightly as he feels the warmth seep through her underwear and against his palm. His free hand grips the counter top as he can’t stop himself from looking down at his hand between her legs. It’s been so long since he’s felt a woman’s arousal, and he’s starved for it.
“Lean back..” He growls a bit, making Y/N shudder. He doesn’t need to tell her twice. She’s intently leaning back against his kitchen counter, hands set behind her to prop her up as Jack yanks up her dress.
Fuck being rational right now.
He stares down at her underwear after yanking her legs wide and up. “Look at what you did to yourself..” He whispers. Y/N can feel herself getting wetter at just his eyes being on her.
“Please..” She breathes out.
“You’re lucky it’s your birthday. I would’ve loved to tease you till you cry..” He taunts quietly as he leans down, putting her legs over his shoulders so he can really get his face deep. He pulls her underwear to the side, eyeing her most intimate area like a prize.
“You’ve done five months of teasing..” Y/N whispers in anticipation. No more teasing. No more imagining.
Just finally some relief..
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Neither have moved from the bed.
Jack knows Shen is gonna kill him. It’s almost 4am and he could only manage a quick ‘sorry, can’t make it in’ text about an hour ago while Y/N was… Occupied with his manhood.
Both individuals had lost count of how many times they’d ripped open a new condom, but Jack is sure he’ll find the wrappers later to confirm. Right now, his money is on six. Six rounds, six different positions, six different surfaces..
The bed was their final resting place.
“Are you okay? Your leg?” Y/N finally breaks the peaceful silence. She looks exhausted, hair and makeup a mess, but Jack watches in awe as she makes herself sit up so she can start take off his prosthetic for him.
“I can do it, I..” His voice falls flat as she effortlessly removes the leg, putting it off to the side, no reaction on her tired face.
“Let me be sweet to you..” She teases quietly as she moves over him to lay limp on his chest, practically using his toned body for her bed.
Looking down at her, he watches as she gently plays with his chain the holds his wedding ring on it. “I don’t want you to regret this..” She finally whispers. All joking and teasing is off to the side as he realizes she’s terrified of the morning sun coming out. With it will come the end of this fantastic night.
“I used every candle on my cake for this. And I don’t want… I don’t want it to just be a moment..” Y/N admits, not looking up at him. Instead, her face stays turned to stare at the bedroom wall.
Jack’s room is exactly how she’d imagined it to be. Jack’s body pressed against hers is exactly how she’d imagined it to be. She wanted to bask in this for as long as possible, which meant fighting her sleep.
Jack’s mouth goes dry. “You wasted your candles on a one legged, widowed, veteran with PTSD?” He whispers, using humor as his shield. A swift swat to the chest brings him back to the reality of this situation. He was in bed with a woman for the first time in 12 years. And he felt seen… He felt.. Cared for.
“Not a waste if you agree to breakfast in bed tomorrow morning..” Y/N whispers, stretching a bit to nuzzle into his neck.
He turns his face, getting lost in her hair that always smelled so good from his brief brushes with her in the ED. From this close proximity though, he could now smell it as cinnamon vanilla. Interesting to note..
“If you’re still here when I wake up..” He mumbles, voice light, but his heart is heavy. He sure hopes that she is.
“Mm.. Jackie, Jackie..” Y/N playfully shakes her head before looking up at him. “With the way you were tossing me around? This is my bed now..” She declares quietly before sweetly kissing his blushing form…
“That boldness must come from your age..” He jokes quietly against her lips, making her giggle.
“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, old man..” She taunts back as she playfully covers his eyes.
“Old man? Old man?! Do I have to remind you so soon?” Jack jokingly threatens as he flips them so he’s back on top, making Y/N playfully scream.
“Mercy!” She mocks..
!!The End!!
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