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Jack Abbot who’s always dated women younger than him, but never as young as you.
warnings: SMUT - MDNI, age gap (obviously), mentions of alcohol, p in v, no mention of protection, slight praise kink?
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Most evenings, he’s kissing you goodbye out on the street. Jack on the way to work, and you on the way to the bar wearing the shortest skirt money can buy, with your girlfriends in tow.
He gets at least ten messages before the night’s over: a blurred selfie once the margaritas kick in, half a dozen ‘I miss you’ texts with far too many kisses at the end of them, a video of you screaming along to a song you know he loves and eventually, once you’re back home in bed, a Tiktok link that either leads to two cuddling cats with ‘this is sooooo us jackieeemekd!’ beneath it or — on those kinds of nights — a scenic view (of a lake or a mountain, who cares?) with ‘i need you so bad rn’ written in a yellow font across it.
Those nights are his favourite. You’re insatiable at the best of times but as soon as a drop of alcohol is in your system, you turn feral — and Jack loves it.
It doesn’t matter that it’s barely turned seven in the morning. Or that he hasn’t showered after a twelve hour shift.
As soon as you hear the familiar, dull thud of his duffel bag hitting the floor, you’re up, eyelids still drowsy as you crawl to the edge of the bed and lock your hungry gaze onto him.
All Jack can do is smile as he drags a hand through his silver curls, because after ten minutes of pretending to sleep beside one another, where you grind your ass excruciatingly slow against his hardening cock, he’ll give in.
In an instant, you’ll be on your back, Jack’s large hands coming up to cup your chest and squeeze. You sigh, hips wriggling in anticipation, and he takes that as a sign to slide his hands down your stomach and over your hips.
He’ll press a feverish kiss to your lips, groaning into your mouth and scrunching his eyes shut tightly as his clothed crotch bucks up against you — no better than a teenage boy when it comes to you.
Your nails — pretty, pink and french-tipped — dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to have him closer to you than he already is.
And, God, when you let out that needy, little whine, Jack knows exactly what you’re asking for. You don’t have to say anything, he’s already stuffing you full of his cock.
Your lips part and your head lolls back and then you’re past the point of return, where nothing can bring your poor, fucked-out brain back down to earth.
Jack’s pumping in and out of you, chest heaving and breathing deeply through his nose as he grunts. One of your hands is clawing at his chest, and then his biceps and then his back — any bare skin you can get your hands on — and the other is tugging at your lip, trying (and failing) to focus on something that’ll keep you grounded when all you can think about is the way the steady drilling of Jack’s cock feels against your walls.
Your eyes fall shut for no more than a second before Jack’s slowing his pace, forcing you to open them again as you whine.
“There they are…” he grins, cooing at you, “Knew you still had those pretty eyes in there. Keep ‘em on me, sweetheart.”
And he revels in the way your cunt tightens around him as he says it.
(your wedding night after proposing to save you and your sister)
I sat on the bed. My massive black wedding dress is comically grand and expensive just for me to just be slumped against the bed looking absolutely defeated wearing it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, reminding myself this was for the best. To save myself and my sister. “You know, I would’ve thought you’d be holding a knife by now. Instead you’re just sitting there defeated.” When I opened my eyes I saw Titus leaning against the doorframe. He was smiling. A real genuine honest to god smile. “You know, I’m kind of glad this whole thing worked out like this. It’d be a waste of such a beautiful face…” he walked towards me and caressed my cheek. “Such a waste of beauty for you to just be killed in a game for power,” he sighed and let out a chuckle. He walked towards the dresser. I furrowed my brow and looked at him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
He paused and twisted his torso to look at me, “getting ready for bed. What does it look like, sweetheart?” He turned away from me again and I couldn’t help myself from watching his bare back as he shrugged off the dress shirt. He rolled his shoulders which caused a ripple effect moving all his back muscles like an ocean wave. At least I wasn’t forced to marry some ancient unhealthy man. Anyone with eyes could see Titus took care of himself and his genetics gifted him with the ability to age like fine wine. “I won’t melt if you keep staring at me.” As he spoke I snapped my eyes away and looked down at my lap. “Or are you looking for a different reason?” His stupid chuckle made me wanna hit him. As he walked back to me I kept my eyes on my own black dress. He grabbed my chin and tugged me to look up at him, “I was messing with you. You can stare, we’re married now.” I swallowed and nodded, “Right,” I forced a smile to break the tension. He pursed his lips together, slowly dragging his thumb down my bottom lip. “Titus-“ he shushed me and slid his thumb into my mouth. I jerked my head away and he chuckled, “Jesus, Y/n. Loosen up a bit, it's our wedding night.” I glared at him, “It’s not like we actually love each other. I don’t even know you, you can’t just do that out of nowhere.”
Titus sighed and sank down to one knee to be on level with me. “I know this marriage isn’t…ideal. But hey, it’s better than being dead.” A beat of silence passed before he leaned into my personal space, “We might as well make the most of it. Get out some steam before we go to sleep side by side.” He slowly leaned in for a kiss, giving me enough time to pull away if I didn’t want this to happen. When our lips connected he gripped the sides of my face to lock me into the firm kiss. When I finally let myself reciprocate, he immediately licked his tongue into my mouth. He groaned and slowly pushed me down on the bed. He crawled over me, pulling my legs over his hips and dragging me down so his hips collided with mine. I could feel his hard clothed length against me. “I’m not a monster, Y/n. If you don’t want this and are just too scared to say something, tell me. I’m a satanist, not evil,” he whispered against my lips. I shook my head, “Might as well let off some steam, right?” I huffed out the sentiment of his earlier words as my body moved on its own; arching and rolling my hips against his. He chuckled and shook, “We now have the power to change the god damn world at the drop of a hat. But tonight, letting off steam is all I wanna do.” I dragged my hand down his chest before he sat up on his knees and slowly undid his belt. “Strip,” he demanded.
I sat up and quickly scrambled for the zipper in the back of my dress. He didn’t break eye contact as he matched my pace in frantically pulling off his remaining clothing. This isn’t how I expected my wedding night to go, well at least my first wedding night to go. God, at least he’s hot. God, I hope he’s a good fuck too. My body pulsed and as soon as we were both naked he pounced on me.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet…” he purred and kissed up and down the side of my neck. He inhaled, “You smell sweet too… I could get used to this.” I slid my hand down his taunt stomach and he let out a weak grunt in my ear as my fingertips grazed his shaft. “Fuck just like that,” he hissed from his teeth. His hips slowly rocked as I stroked him once then twice. I swallowed, pausing as he cupped my cheek. “Look at me while you put it in.” I kept my eyes on his as I guided his tip to my entrance. His jaw clenched before sliding in me in one fluid motion making my lips part and eyes flutter. “Titus,” My hands shot to the nape of his neck, my nails curling in his skin as he groaned and immediately set a steady hasty pace. “Yeah,” he huffed and gripped my hips and lifted them. He pushed one hand on my lower stomach, closing his eyes and groaning as he felt his own dick slide in and out of me rom under my skin.
He sat up straighter on his knees, my hands falling to clench the sheets as he fucked me quicker. “See? You like it. Like me fucking owning you.” I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips with each rough thrust. “Mrs. Danforth!” He huffed out and paused, bottoming out. He shook his head and clenched his teeth, holding back his release. He lowered his upper half again and flipped me on my stomach, keeping my hips up in the air as he started thrusting again. His chest was a wall against my back as he moaned in my ear. His hand pushed against my lower belly again before sliding lower to circle my clit. “I can’t be the only one having fun now, right?” I moaned and gasped, “Titus!” “Shhh just moan,” he whispered between pants. “Moan so good for me let me know you feel me.” He shot his hand up to squeeze my throat, “You like that? Like when your husband fucks you like the bitch you are?” His voice got louder with each word and his thrusts got sloppier and faster. “Yeah,” I huffed out and gasped for air as he squeezed just a little tighter around my throat. He opened his mouth against my ear to speak but didn’t. Instead he just moaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he slammed as deep as he could in me and came. We both went still for a second. His hand from my throat dropped back to my lower stomach, rolling his hips to feel his cum stir inside of me. He smiled and started to rub my clit aggressively. “Cum. C’mon do it. Cum for your husband right now…please,” his voice cracked with the please and I gasped, “Fuck…fuck!” He moved his free hand to squeeze one of my tits and rub my nipple. “Mhm, just remember as you cum so hard on me it’s because I got you. Just like I told you I would,” he growled in my ear. With a final broken cry out I came. We both collapsed on the bed staring up at the ceiling. I swallowed and caught from the corner of my eye as he turned his head to stare at me. I slowly turned my face to meet his. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought he was admiring me with the way his eyes studied my face and his lips stayed frozen in an upturned grin. “Hail satan,” he whispered in a shuddered breath. You know what? If being a satanist means having that kind of sex every night? “Hail Satan,” I whispered back and smiled back at him.
fluff idea is titus being so sweet and old man in the mornings when you wake up together!
before he has to be all put together and evil and shit, while he’s in the safety of your bed he’s all whisper and cuddles and kisses 🙂↕️🙂↕️
took this in a bit of a different direction, i hope thats okay!
The sickening, wet noise of the goat's horn spearing through Titus' chest. The way he begged on his knees for someone to help him as that woman stood above him, stealing the ring from his finger before kicking him into the pit. The carnage that followed.
It played out over and over again behind your eyelids as you jolted upright, chest heaving with panic and thick sweat pooling on your skin. You woke up with a cry, thrashing at the covers.
Titus' head snapped up from his side of the bed, hurrying to throw the duvet off both of you to disentangle you from the sheets.
"Hey, it's okay," He soothed, trying to find the best way to hold you without hurting you as your limbs flailed. Your heart kicked against your sternum, and it took Titus placing both his palms on your cheeks to have you look at him. Your eyes locked on his, wide and scared. "Breathe with me." He took a deep breath and held it until you mimicked him, only hiccupping once on the inhale and blowing out your air. "Good." He rumbled. And your muscles relaxed a bit. You swallowed, throat filled with spines and the feeling of dried tears on your cheek.
"I...You-" You tried to rasp, but Titus just tilted his head back a little and shook his head.
"Don't talk. Not yet. C'mon." He urged you to lay back down and you did. He crawled over you, swinging his leg over your hip and resting his head on your shoulder. He allowed his weight to settle on top of you. Immediately, you could breathe again. It was so soothing to feel him around you. You needed to be able to feel his breathing after watching him die before your eyes. Even if it was a dream, it felt so real. Titus peppered soft kisses to your neck. "You're okay. I've got you." He soothed, running one hand over your cheek. "I've got you, honey. You're here. I'm here. You're safe with me."
invisible girlfriend — oscar piastri x reader smau
everyone knows oscar has a girlfriend. nobody has ever actually seen her.
part two
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twitter / X — @ f1updates
f1updates oscar piastri confirms he has a girlfriend of 2 years in a new interview.
[ interview plays ]
interviewer: “congratulations on p1. how are you feeling?”
oscar: “i am obviously quite proud of myself and the team. it was a fair race, budapest is always fun, and the team was excellent today.”
interviewer: “any plans for celebration?”
oscar: “yeah gonna go out with my girl”
interviewer: “your girl? is there a partner we don’t know about?”
oscar: “uhh yeah.” (he seems to realise what he just said) “we’ve been together for two years.”
interviewer: “that is quite a suprise! was your girlfriend here this weekend?”
oscar: “yeah.”
interviewer: “will we finally meet her?”
oscar: “…probably not.” (he smiles to himself, causing the interviewer to chuckle)
[interview ends]
comments :
papayaland show us then??
gridgirlies i swear he mentioned having a partner a while back but it was during he just joined so no one really cared 💔
user04 how did we not know this..
-> user05 no cause 2 YEARS??
user55 they are very good at keeping themselves hidden
user23 it’s like we never knew oscar 💔
user90 I NEED TO SEE HER 🤤
-> maxverstappenfan SHES DEFFO FINEEE
instagram — @ oscarpiastri just posted!
liked by ynln, landonorris, mclarenf1, f1 and 3.2M others
oscarpiastri a celebration was in order and much needed.
comments:
landonorris you are not even trying to hide it 🤣
-> oscarpiastri 🤷♂️
mclarenf1 celebrations without us?
user45 THATS MY AUSTRALIAN 🇦🇺 🥇
user99 i have no one to talk to this abt
user12 does this count as a soft launch
op81fan WE NEED TO SEE HER
meow8 don’t be shy! we would all love to see her
opeightyone all u guys dragging his s/o when he js got first. you fake fans never fail to amuse me 😂
-> user4 can we not be happy???
-> user56 are you even a real fan smh 🤦♀️ we never dismissed his win. he’s a good driver with a good team. we are proud of him 👏
-> oscarpiastea881 fr like name me what year oscar won f2 championship and then i’ll see who’s the fake fan.
twitter / X — @ yourfavdetective
yourfavdetective ZOOM IN. there’s a reflection in the spoon.
-> user05 ENHANCE IT
-> op81ispeak don’t we seem a bit creepy now? tone it down 💀
-> user07 this has to be some form of harassment or stalking
-> f1andillitforlife it probably is! this is insane!
-> user009 i really wish they would show eachother!!!! ughhh
-> user7 this is probably why oscar hasn’t revealed her yet. you guys are so weird
-> user11 i agree! why can’t we respect people’s privacy?
[ this tweet has now been deleted ]
instagram — @ ynln added to their story!
ynln a great week with great food :)
twitter / X — @ f1detective
guys i was scrolling through lando’s follows. check @ ynln ‘s story right now!!!!! shes posted same coffee, same table, same day, same hour too as oscar piastri!
could she be the mystery wag???
she doesn’t post photos of herself unfortunately.. i couldn’t find anything abt her! she doesn’t even have highlights!
-> papayaland YOU’RE SO RIGHT TF??? THAT MEANS THEY WERE TOGETHER
-> f1girl I WISH WE KNEW HOW SHE LOOKED AHHH
-> user7 the stalking gets to a point vro
-> user12 ppl have way to much free time bc wdym “scrolling through landos follows” 😭🙏
-> user14 the fact that you couldn’t keep this to yourself to respect y/n’s privacy tells me a lot about you.
-> op81eightyone as long as oscar and y/n are happy we shouldn’t have to worry about anything else!
twitter / X — @ paddockphotos
paddockphotos some photos of y/n from this weekends race! no photos with y/n’s face have been taken
user01 WDYM NO PHOTOS OF Y/N HAVE BEEN TAKEN???
-> user02 fr! theres so many photographers in the paddock! how did no one capture even a single glimpse?
user04 HER HAIRRR 😍
user06 y/n give us a haircare routine!!!!
user77 i love her style so much
-> user19 literally simple but so elegant at the same time
user56 my favourite WAG
user23 surely one of us has seen how y/n looks like.
user89 i wish i was y/n
-> user022 I WISH I WAS OSCAR. IMAGINE WAKING UP TO SEE A BEAUTY ONLY YOU CAN SEE AND NO ONE ELSE KNOWS !
instagram — @ landonorris posted to his story
liked by mclarenf1, oscarpiastri, ynln and 2.3M others
landonorris dinner with papaya
(a photo of a mclaren dinner party, you are not in the photo because you stood up to go get dessert)
comments:
f1girl ofcourse y/n isn’t in the frame
-> user01 yeah like what a coincidence
-> ynln timing is everything 🤭
-> landonorris yeah i don’t get paid enough for this
-> f1girl WHAT THE FLIP. DID Y/N SEE MY COMMENT AND RESPOND???
-> user78 LANDO TECHNICALLY DID TOO
papayaland IM GONNA SCREAM
ln4ispeak LANDO LOOKS SO GOOD 😳
user64 i’d demolish that food in a second
user05 lando’s jawline 🤤
user87 can we have a curl routine lando cause how tf do your curls turn out so perfect and curly???
op8tyone y/n is like an easter egg 😭😭
-> user34 gta 6 will release before we find her.
-> ynln HAHA
-> user34 ok these surprise replies from y/n sre scaring me…
twitter / X — @ f1clips
f1clips interview recently with oscar piastri, more specifically about y/n.
[clip plays]
interviewer: “people think your girlfriend doesn’t exist.”
oscar: “she does.”
interviewer: “yes but more specifically, proof?”
oscar: “i’ve seen her.”
[clip end]
comments:
papayaland HE IS SO USELESS 😭😭
user66 I YEARN FOR Y/N
user02 sharing is caring
user23 atp she might be fake 😭
instagram — oscarpiastri added to their story
oscarpiastri happy anniversary ❤️
-> ynln happy anniversary love ❤️❤️
comments are limited
twitter / X — @ f1girl posted
breaking news: oscar piastri’s girlfriend, y/n l/n, has officially become the most famous person nobody has ever seen.
jack abbot who prevented going to the beach with you for as long as possible as he felt insecure about his prosthetic. realising he couldn't really go swim in the ocean with you made him feel ashamed in a way he never should've felt. to him, it felt like a reminder he was 'slowing you down'. once you learn this information you're distraught and reassure him as best as you can, and assure him you love him for him.
jack abbot is veryyy ontop of sunscreen and drinking water. this man will have you waiting ten minutes for your sunscreen to fully dry in before you go back into the water.
jack abbot who when you come back from swimming with a cut on your knees, he's immediately assessing the situation as if you just stumbled into the ED with a gaping open wound.
jack abbot who gawks at you with no shame when your sunbathing. those little bikinis, that he bought with you the week previous, adorning your body was a sight to see.
a/n: hi guys!! sooo the past few days i've lost crazy motivation unfortunatley and i really don't want to try just push through only to post something mediocre, so i'll continue on my works but uploads may not be as frequent!! tysm for all of the love <3
fighting with park but he’s impossible to argue with.
yes, you’re mad at each other. so irate you can feel the warmth sizzling off of your skin. you haven’t even looked at him in the thirty minutes you’ve been stuck in the car trawling through downtown pittsburgh traffic.
you can hear his huffed inhales, but other than that he looks almost completely unaffected by the continuing argument (does it count as an argument if you aren’t actually verbally fighting, you wonder).
it settles something within you to know he, too, is angry with you and the situation and whatever. but that same settled sliver becomes another set of raised hackles as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.
your hand that refuses to hold his. but, even more stubborn, brendon refuses not to hold yours.
see, even during fights and arguments and spats- all healthy things for most couples- he simply refuses to not be near you.
there is no “getting some space” with brendon.
there is no “cooling off from each other” with brendon.
unlike his teethy moniker, brendon has chosen you- for life.
and, in his mind, there is no need to be apart from each other. whatever needs working out can be worked out whilst he’s stuck to your side. even if that means sitting in stewing silence for hours on end.
it irritates you to no end. well, you like to pretend it does.
truly, you know that it calms something in him. that part of his brain that needs to know you are safe and looked after and warm and not wanting for anything.
really, you’d do anything for him- just as he would for you.
so, even with you sat sucking your teeth in rage, you’ll let brendon rest his palm on the nape of your neck as if scruffing a kitten. or tuck his hand into your back pocket as he leads you down the ortho wing corridors.
or- a mutual favourite of yours- stick his tongue down your throat whilst he grips your hips, angrily thrusting into you as though in an attempt to shove you through the mattress.
in the morning, kissing the marks left behind from his fingertips as an apology.
you can be mad at brendon and brendon can be mad at you, but he will always always want to touch you.
Going on a little date with Andrew where you guys are just walking around IKEA.
Him fixing the things that are misplaced, placing them in the correct section, mouth pressed tightly together, all concentrated, and you simply stand there watching him, endeared. You let him do it because you know him well enough now to understand that sometimes these little things soothe him, give his hands something to do and his mind something to focus on. So you follow behind him, occasionally handing him something you've spotted out of place without saying anything. He appreciates more than he can say, something warm blooming in his chest.
And then once you get to the kids section, his eyes light up, looking over the shelves with the same concentration he'd had when fixing the misplaced things, except now there's something softer underneath it. He's trying to find the perfect toy for Lena. He asks you for your opinion quietly, muttering a soft “this one?” and knowing how you feel about the trains or the doll set by just your expression. You both finally decide on a huge plushie that would go with her room.
Once you finally make your way to the decor section, you point to a stupid looking figurine and are like “hey Andrew, what if when we get our own place we fill it with-“ and he interrupts and goes “our place?” there’s a pause then. you look up at him, mouth tilting up, and reassure him, “yeah baby, our place”.
His eyes get all glassy mouth pulled into a little pout and pulls you to him, his hands squeezing your shoulders once, twice. Eyes boring into yours, overwhelmed, searching your face as though he's waiting for the punchline, waiting for you to laugh and tell him you didn't mean it like that. You keep smiling up at him.
And then, he gently leans down, bringing his lips to your forehead, and places a gentle kiss there. The kiss lingers.
When he finally pulls back, he doesn't go far, resting his forehead against yours. His hands remain on your shoulders, warm, thumbs moving absently against your shirt.
“Our place,” he whispers softly, closing his eyes, picturing a place of your own by the ocean, half him and half you.
thank you @bunnyyrot for dreaming of eating at ikea. may this stupid thought tide u all over as i recover from my depressive horrors and writers block and start getting the motivation to write again mwah
Summary: Pope Cody finally finds a way to convince you to quit your job
warnings: established relationship, a wee bit of dirty talk, handjob (female receiving, fingering), p and v penetration, no condom, pope really fucking you good hehe
author note: hiiii this is my first post very excited to share! i am thinking of making this a series so very curious any feedback i get :)
wc: ~1.3k
Pope Cody hated that you worked.
In his own perfect world you wouldn’t lift a finger, let alone travel to the coffee shop every morning, Monday through Friday to open up and start brewing people some coffee.
Granted if it wasn’t for the coffee shop, you two would have never met. On a day where he couldn’t sleep he spent a long time walking, and he managed to find this coffee shop along the beach. It was terribly early, 6:00 AM and already a small crowd had formed outside. Jesus, do these people actually need coffee? He thought to himself. And then he saw you. Smiling at the register, laughing, the way your smile crinkled the sides of your cheeks. How your hair perfectly framed your shoulders and moved with you as you made each drink with such care.
The lump in his throat grew. Catching another glimpse of you, taking all of you in. How perfect your breasts sat. How perfect your waist was shaped for his large hands to grab onto. How unbelievable your jeans accentuated your ass. His mind wandered far and wide, to all the dirty, perverted scenes he could think of while trying not to get hard through his own jeans.
“Hi!” You interrupted his thoughts, making his face hot and red with a little embarrassment and anger that none of those thoughts were real. He stared into your eyes, sending you a shiver that was far from concerning. You yourself had noticed him too. Felt his hot burning stare everytime you moved. His brown curls, the freckles scattered across his toned arms, the way he gripped his jacket to show off the strength in his knuckles. Everything about him was incredibly sexy.
“Just a black coffee.” He calmly took out several bills and slid them to you. You noticed the bills. Woah, way too many bills. You counted only five dollars and gave the rest back to him.
“Nah keep it.” Without thinking he grabbed your wrist, slowly ran his hand over your knuckles before giving back all the bills. You had to stop yourself from biting your lip as you felt his hot touch. You poured his coffee in a cup and gave it to him. Again another burning, lingering, aching touch between you as your fingertips met in the exchange.
He walked away without saying another word. That was a couple of months ago. Now he’s in your bed almost every night. At around 5 AM your alarm clock went off. You woke up to his arms tangled around your body. His sweet breath breathing in and out against your ear. You could feel his erection pulsing, poking your back which made your giggle. Every time you thought to yourself. You reached for your phone, pushing his arms slightly.
“Don’t go to work.” He breathed out. It was the same conversation all the time. When you first started seeing each other he showered you with money. Leaving cash around the apartment, weekly letters in the mailbox with cash. While you never judged where that money was coming from, you wanted to still make your own.
“Andrew this is too much.” You’d say trying to give it back all the time.
“I just want to treat you right baby.”
As you started slowly getting up out of bed, his hand gripped your waist and pulled you back in. Smoothly pulling you onto his chest, your thighs straddling over him as your faces are inches apart from each other.
“Andrew please,” you begged. Giving him that little pout that normally makes him fold like a pretzel. But he was determined today, guiding his hands over your ass, squeezing and forcing your hips to rock against him. Your already swollen pussy rubbing against his hard cock, only fabric separating the neediness.
“You don’t want to go to work.” He teased, slowly kissing you. Devouring your lips, sliding his tongue in and swirling it around with yours. He kept up the pace, slowly bucking his hips forward to press into you harder. You let a moan escape. You didn’t want to admit it you really don’t want to go to work if it means he’ll fuck you. You’re addicted to how he touches you. How he makes you cum again and again. The way your walls clench when his big cock stretches you out. You can and could never get enough. And he knew that too.
“Andy…” you start as he’s trailing kisses down your neck. “I-I gotta go.”
But he doesn’t listen. And who are you kidding? You’re letting him. He’s very convincing this way. You feel his hand slide underneath you, finger tips swirling around to feel just how wet you are. Your moans are growing louder, with each circular movement.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me.” Your eyes meet for a second, biting his lip, looking at you. “You get so wet for me.”
Mhm you groan out. You’ve started grinding into his hand, pressing deeper so he can play with your clit. You’re getting needy for his touch. Without any warning he desperately pushes your panties to the side, shoving his finger inside your aching cunt. You let out an even louder moan as his fingers go deeper and faster, curling into your g-spot and sending you over the edge. He loves just how wet you are, how it coats his fingers and leaves a lingering scent of you for the rest of the day. He get harder and harder just thinking about it. Your moans become louder, your body twitching and your hands now holding onto his waist as you’re about to reach an orgasm.
“You’re not fucking going to work.” Suddenly he rips his boxers off, and you feel his cock slide right into you.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out. It’s always an overwhelming feeling, he’s just way too fucking big. He held your waist, pushing you back so he could see the most perfect very of his big, fat cock stretching out his beautiful girl. The sight alone sent him into a frenzy, deliberately sliding you up and down to watch your folds spread, to test how much of him you could take.
“I-oh fuck you feel so good.” You whimper with each feeling of his cock stretching and pushing deeper. He grips your waist even tighter, now with a more aggressive speed. He’s thrusting into you, pounding your walls as you begin to shake.
“You like when I fuck you like that?” His eyes are dark, hazed over with a deep lust that never goes away. He could fuck all day, and this desperate neediness of his cock would never go away. He loved fucking you, but he loved even more knowing you were enjoying it. Your walls started to tighten, sending his head back.
“Grip on my cock just like that,” he cried out.
Your moans grew into pants, whimpering, unable to control yourself as you heard the sound of your bodies smacking into each other. You were going to cum all over his cock.
“Andrew I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cried out.
He sat up to wrap his arms around you. “I wanna hear it. Fuckin’ have everyone know who’s making you cum like this.”
Your orgasm hits you like a train. Violent, explosive, having you scream out his name and completely tremble under his arms. He kept thrusting, finishing inside of you as he moaned and groaned. You could feel yourself getting filled up, with his cock pumping and shoving more of his hot cum.
Catching your breath, you looked at the time. “Fuck this job.” You laughed.
You kiss his cheeks, his forehead, before settling back to look at him.
“I…” he took a breath, “Will fuck you for the rest of the day. If you finally quit that damn job.”
You giggle, kissing his lips. “You sure you can last?”
HEYYYYY I have a request for Pope Cody, so yk when Baz is like ‘no one will ever have kids with you’ like imagine reader overheard that cause she was there helping with Lena and has an absolute go at him for saying that and you end up saying ‘I want to have kids with him’ whilst you slap baz round the face? Like and he’s obviously upset because of what Baz says so they both take Lena on a trip to the park and whilst she’s playing he just hugs you crying into your shoulder thanking you and stuff and obviously he’s shocked you want kids with him. TYSMMMMMMM
A Family man
✦pairing: pope cody x reader
✦tags: mild violence (slap) towards B*z, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, discussion of having children
✦wc: 800 ish
✦a/n: This was finished and proofread at 1 am so if you see any errors, no you don’t.
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Technically you're not eavesdropping.
You were minding your own business when you couldn't help but overhear Baz and Pope talking in the kitchen. It sounds tense but you can only catch fragments of the conversation here and there until one sentence rings in your ears like an alarm.
no one would ever have a kid with you.
Your heart drops at the cruel words, knowing your boyfriend is on the receiving end of them.
You storm into the kitchen, unable to contain your anger, immmediately getting up in Baz's face.
"Excuse me? why the fuck did you just say?"
"Oh cmon don't come in here with the concerned girlfriend act. We both know you just want him for the money, sweetheart. it's not like you'd have a kid with him anyway”
You've reached your breaking point now. Baz has officially crossed the line.
"Shut the hell up" You sneer at him.
You don't even realise you've slapped him until he recoils, one hand coming up to cup his reddening cheek .
"You have no idea what you're talking about. I love your brother," you declare bluntly, almost yelling, "AND I would have twenty of his children!” Okay, you're hyperbolising now but Baz gets the point.
It seems like Andrew does too. He stands beside the kitchen island, a hard frown across his features like he's trying to understand the joke being made or waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it doesn't.
You know this is a tough subject for him and you've never really talked about the future or having a family before so he must be right now. You just step a little closer as you call Lena from her room.
She bounces down the hallway, somewhat lightening the tension that sits heavy in the air. You know she notices a lot more than she lets on but luckily she seems unaware of the argument this time.
"C'mon kiddo we're gonna take a trip to the beach," you speak carefully, trying to keep your voice soft and even, praying she didn't hear the yelling moments before.
She lights up and races back to her room to grab her stuff.
Baz rolls his eyes, stalking off to his own bedroom whilst still muttering what you assume to be more venom under his breath.
When she returns to the kitchen you scoop her up and grab Pope's hand, leading them both out of the house and away from Baz as fast as you can.
You drive to the beach in silence with Andrew in the passenger seat for a change. He hasn't even looked at you the whole trip and it's stariting to make you nervous. What if he was angry about you hitting his brother? Or worse, what if he didn't like what you said— didn't want kids with you?
Lena sprints to the ocean as soon as you open the car door, leaving you and Andrew alone.
The beach is practically empty at this time of the evening so it's not difficult to find a spot to sit. You pick somewhere close enough to watch the little girl splashing at the shoreline, dropping to the sand with a sigh.
Andrew sits beside you.
There's only sound out here is the crash of the waves and his steady breathing for a while. You've gotten used to quiet in your relationship with him. It's never awkward, there's just sometimes no need for words.
However, this time he surprises you by breaking the silence first.
"Did you mean it?" His voice is rough from not using it for a while, and from emotion, you think.
Your answer is instantaneous.
"Of course I did," He's still staring at the ocean, still unsure, so you continue, "I want a life with you, Andrew, and a family. Please can you just look at me?"
When he turns, his face is blank but you can see his eyes are filled with tears, threatening to spill. He considers a moment before speaking.
"Thank you"
"For what?" You can’t imagine he’s that pleased about you yelling at his brother.
"For loving me."
Oh. Your heart breaks a little that something so simple could mean so much to him.
“Of course, Andy. Love you so much,” you place your hand over his, “and you’d be a great dad.”
His breath hitches and he leans forward, seeking your comfort. You place a hand in his curls, bringing his head all the way down to rest between your shoulder and your neck.
His arms wrap around your middle tightly as his shoulders shake.
Your own eyes water a little as you hold him close. You love him more than anything. You couldn't stem the flood of adoration in your chest if you tried and a child with him would only increase that love tenfold.
You were going to prove that to Andrew every single day until he believed that your love was real and unconditional and, most importantly, permanent.
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✦a/n: I’d birth a football team of children for Pope tbh
Summary: For your birthday you go out dancing and Popes happy to watch over you and protect you
Pope never and I mean never controls you. If you want to wear a short skirt for a night out. He's all over it. With the sole requirement being him watching you. Either from a distance or close by he doesn't care as long as he can watch over you. You don't mind. Sometimes he's watching and you don't even know. Its routine. It's not like you're out doing something wrong so you have no problem whether Pope is or isn't watching you.
Today was your birthday. As Cody tradition went, you all went out to a club. In a nice outfit, with your hair done and ready to get wasted you grab Pope's bicep as you walk out the door. Plus, J could finally get to see how you all celebrated a real birthday, Considering Popes was an excuse to do fun extreme stuff that Pope had no interest in. So today all you wanted was to go to a club, buy drinks, and dance.
Walking in your immediately met some of your friends who came to celebrate with you. Quickly hugging them you move to the bar to order your first drinks. Debating between a quick shot to get tipsy faster or a fancy cocktail to sip on while you talk to Pope someone sets down a fancy drink in front of you. Looking up you see your favorite signature drink. Which means you'll start off slow tonight and talk a bit before the actual partying starts. Smiling you grab the drink and walk over the Codys.
Sitting in a semi-circle booth waits Pope by the edge waiting for you to sit with him. "How'd you know?" As sip on your favorite cocktail savoring the taste you lean into Popes side. His arm quick to wrap around your waist. "It's been your favorite for years now, also its tradition. No matter how hard you think about you always start with it" You smile thinking about how he's actually right. pressing a kiss to his jaw you look back to the full group now seated. "Okay let's start with the first round of shots yeah?" Craig is quick to yell. Everyone immediately agreeing as someone goes to get them. "I'm going to get sooo wasted tonight, Andy." you whisper. Only you ever call him Andy, and by now he's learned that nickname only comes out for special occasions.
Coming back to the table with shots everyone grabs one and lifts it into the air. To you they cheers as you all down the shots. Everyone finding their chasers you see one last shot. an extra? Baz looks expectantly at you for you to take it. "Two? Back-to-back?" You're asking but everyone just nods for you to take it. Looking at Pope, you see him nod for you too. Downing another shot, you close your eyes and wait for the bitterness to fade. Opening your eyes you move to stand up and kiss Pope's cheek to tell him "I'm going out to dance, watch me"
With the lights low and the alcohol beginning to buzz in your system dancing is extremely easier. Not really thinking about your movements as you dance. Waving your arms here and there and swaying your hips to the beat you close your eyes and just feel. You have no ideas how longs gone by. Could've been an hour or ten minutes or even a whole day. You could not care less. Today's your day. Even in your own little world now you can still feel Popes eyes on you. Intently watching every move, you make. His eyes moving you as you dance and move around the room. In one corner Pope watches you. Protecting you. Watching for weirdos or perverts.
In another corner is a man. His name is irrelevant. His looks as well but still he watches you too. He came in maybe an hour ago. Bought some drinks and maybe he thought with alcohol his confidence would grow too. Watching you from the corner for a while first he plans to buy you a drink. Which he does try...
Initially he did buy a beer but taking a closer look at you, he thought. 'She's a girl she probably likes some fruity shit.' So, he drank the beer pushing him past the state of tipsy but not far enough gone that he won't remember in the morning. So, grabbing some pink drink with reeks of fruit he walks up to you. Trying to play it cool he tries dancing but you're not paying attention. First dancing near you, then approaching you until he's right behind you. Feeling his presence you open your eyes and gasp.
"Hey, Got you this." He's got a sly smirk.
"No Thanks.'"
You turn around and make eye contact with Pope.
The guy doesn't relent though.
"Cmon its got like pineapple and peach"
"No leave me alone."
As soon as your face changes from anything other than happy or content Popes already standing up making his way towards you. His eyes are sharp and focused not on you but the man in front of him. His walk is determined and heavy. As he walks up to you he grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. Putting a hand on his chest you slur your words as you tell him.
"He offered me a drink, don't want it though."
"Look man it's just one drink, straight from the bar."
Pope just stays silent. Staring daggers at the man he just takes slow deep breaths. He's about two seconds from beating the man but you move first. Grabbing the drink, the man smiles but its short lived as you lift the drink and smash it into the floor. The glass sprinkling around your feet and the splash slightly landing on your legs. Looking between Pope and the man you open your mouth to speak but Pope beats you to it.
"Fuck Off."
The man scoffs and returns to the bar. You grab Pope by the neck and face him. He just looks you up and down eyes raking all over your body. You begin swaying your hips again but Pope doesn't move. Pope doesn't like dancing but he sure loves watching you dance. Standing there he gets closer to you. His breath fanning over yours as you guys just stare deep into each others eyes. Moving away from the glass you just sway lightly while Pope keeps his eyes and hands on you. For a couple minutes you're just focused on him. Not really listening to the music or anything you're just feeling the heat radiating off of him. Feeling a shift in your stance he glances down to notice that your legs are tired. Small things like that Pope can easily catch onto. Grabbing you he moves back to the table where you stumble behind him to sit down. Grabbing the first drink infront of you and moving to get closer to Pope you look up at him again. Moving to look at you he's slow to press his lips to yours. Just kissing with an ease and without a care in the world. Moving on top of him your hips bracket his legs. He grunts as he shifts around to get comfortable. Pope tastes the alcohol in your tongue. You can feel his hands wandering under your shirt. Pulling back for a moment you stare at his eyes for a few seconds. Getting lost in how he looks and feels under you. He only looks at your lips. Swollen and pink, slick with saliva and parted desperately breathing in. He's entranced with them. "I want to go dance before we leave" he's watching your lips form the letter and the way your tongue moves around in your mouth. "Okay" He's saying go but his hands only tighten around you.
J watches this scene more than slightly disgusted. He truly wonders if you two are like this all the time. He's seen you at home and you're completely chill most of the time but when you two get all personal and touchy it's downright like watching two people just be in their own world. It's just sensual and quiet. Just find a corner and most likely you'll find Pope and you there making out again. So J is relieved when you actually do get up and walk to dance again.
Grabbing one last shot from the bar you let loose. Standing directly in front Pope eyesight like you're dancing just for him. In your head and free today's a good day. The musics loud and the colored lights make everything look blurry. Just as you're about to spin, you open your eyes to find the man approaching you again. Walking closer to Pope the man grabs your wrist forcing you to turn back. Fighting against him for a quick second but Popes already up. Running to your side pushing the man to the ground.
"Get the fuck of her."
Pope wastes no time in beating the man. On the ground throwing punch after punch. After a second you hear a crack and look down to see the man on the ground with blood on his face. Pope doesn't even hear the pleas of the man. Blinded with the rage pope sits on the man and continues to cave his head in.
J watches for the booth speaking up to Deran. "Does this happen often?" Deran finally looks at the scene and with wide eyes just says
"I mean yea, She's a pretty girl, if she wasn't Popes and everyone knew they be all over her."
"But he's never afraid? I mean there's always gonna be another guy who's after her right?"
Nodding along while the brawl still continues this time the man landing a few hits on Pope. Nothing serious just some minor bruises maybe a scratch.
"Oh Pope can fight. He can and will beat the shit out of anyone who comes near her. Look."
Pointing back to the fight in the center people have gathered around you guys. No one dares stop Pope afraid they might catch a punch from him. Finally stopping Pope looks at his knuckles drenched in blood and raw from the sheer force of the power in his punches. He closes his fist and opens it only to feel an ache in his knuckles. He only stands up when he feels your hand reach for his shoulder.
Standing up he grabs the man by the collar and pulls him outside. He throws the man on the curb and walks back in to get to you.
"So they just casually do this often?" J isn't even shocked about this surprisingly
"Yea everyone knows better than to mess with Pope or his woman." Deran says as he sips from his beer.
On the other side of the booth you've both returned. You're examining Popes knuckles while he just watches your face again. Dabbing them with a napkin you kiss him again. "Thanks Andy"
You whisper. Just as soon as the words are uttered he gets chills down his spine. Wanting nothing more than to go home and have you tell him he did so good today.
"You did good Andrew. You also looked so so so so hot"
Pope doesn't think he'll last the drive home if you keep talking so grabbing you face with both of his hands he tilts your head back and kisses you hard. His face basically crushed against yours. Pulling away to say "let's go home" nodding along you move to stand and walk out as you hold Popes bicep again. The crowd moving to make space for you not wanting to catch any smoke. You're just proud of Pope for protecting you and he's happy to beat a man if it means he can prove to everyone that you're his.
I LOVE YOUR WORK SMMM if you’re taking requests I was wondering how reader would react to Pope almost breaking his parole because he beat up a guy because said guy hit readers ass and she ended up going to pope and crying in his chest telling him what that creepy guy had done. Thank youuuuu!
Crossed lines and creepy guys
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✦summary: Pope is always there to defend you even if it means risking his freedom.
✦tags: Pope Cody x fem!reader, fighting, protective pope, established relationship, use of pet names (angel, princess)
✦warnings: violence, mentions of blood, sexual harassment (from stranger)
✦wc: 805
✦a/n: protective Andrew is my fav!!! also hope everyone likes the stupid ahh title 😭
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You're hanging out with your friends at a bar while your boyfriend Pope stays at home, or so you think. He really tried his best to give you space to have fun, not to blow up your phone or follow you like he's done in the past but after half an hour of sitting on your couch in silence, he decided it was best to wait for you a little closer to where you were (meaning across the street from the bar you were at).
You and your girlfriends stand huddled on the dance floor, swaying to the music when a sharp slap lands on your ass. You whip your head around before you even register what just happened.
A man stands before you, way too close. He looks like such a stereotypical finance bro you'd think he got lost looking for wall street. There's too much gel in his hair and his veneers are are unnatural shade of white, lending him an off-putting presence.
He flashes you a sleazy grin like he hadn't done anything wrong. Like he was entitled to touch you. Your stomach churns as he simply winks at you and walks away, disappearing into the crowd.
Your friend yells an insult after him that he most likely didn't hear but you appreciate her gesture nonetheless. You nod to the exit, silently telling her that you're leaving and she pulls you into a tight hug before releasing you.
You stumble onto the sidewalk, still pretty drunk and pull out your phone searching for Andrew's number.
He picks up instantly and you sniffle into the phone.
"Andy, can you come get me please?" His heart lurches with worry and he's now very glad of his decision to stay close to you.
He jumps out the car, rushing down the street to you. You're sitting on the sidewalk and you blink up at him with confusion.
"How'd you get here so quick?" He ignores your question, taking your hands to lift you from the floor.
"You okay, princess?" You hum in response, shaking your head no. He pulls you close to his chest, resting his chin on your head. "What happened, hmm?"
"H-he grabbed at me," you choke out. His arms tighten around you, his anger palpable.
You tighten your grip on Andrew's arm when the man from earlier steps out the bar, as if he knew you were talking about him. Pope notices you tense, already stalking towards the creep.
The guy turns, smirking when he recognises you.
"C'mon baby, you replace me already?" he gestures to Pope, "Thought we were havin' fun," he slurs, stepping closer. Pope moves to shield you with his body, staring the man down.
The guy shrugs, holding his hands up in exaggerated surrender.
"whatever, slut," you hear him mutter under his breath. Apparently Pope heard the comment too.
The next thing you hear is the sound of Andrew's fist connecting with the man's face. His jaw makes a sick crack and he tumbles to the ground, stunned.
He glowers up at you, blood dripping from his mouth and nose before getting up and staggering away without another word, leaving behind one of his teeth on the concrete.
The small crowd that had gathered around the violent scene dissapates, knowing not to interfere when a Cody is involved, especially Pope. One remains, however, pulling out their phone and making a call, probably a tourist who doesn't know enough to fear the Codys.
You wrap a hand around Andrew's bicep, ushering him away from the scene before the cops show up.
You climb into his truck, blue and red lights flashing in your periphery as you drive off. You exhale in relief but it was too close a call for your liking.
"Andy, you didn't have to do that," you declare. He scoffs, staring at you blankly, as though you've said something ridiculous. You were his girl, his responsibility, his entire fucking world so of course he had to protect you. Anyways, one punch was nothing. He'd have killed the guy for you in a heartbeat, consequences be damned.
"Are you angry?" He looks so scared at the idea of your disapproval, or worse, fear, that it makes your heart ache.
"No. Of course not. I just don't want you to violate your parol. Andrew, you just got out of prison. I can't lose you again over some perv"
His heart pounds against his ribs painfully at your concern, still trying to get used to someone actually caring about his safety.
You reach over the console, lifting his hand to press a kiss to his split knuckles. Even after all this time, he blushes a little under your attention.
Hi! I have a smutty ask if that’s okay!! I was thinking reader x Pope Cody, maybe she goes over to the Cody house and Smurfs maybe stealing all pope’s attention from reader like all she got was a kiss and stuff so she decides to be a brat and goes out to the pool in just a thong, like nothing else? And let’s say Craig is in the house and sees reader by the pool and pope ends up spotting her and is pissed let’s say and puts her in her place wink wink THANK YOUUU
SMUUUUUUUUUUT
your mood had been sour all day. working in a hospital was not for the weak, and usually had you coming home grumpy. the only thing you ever looked forward to was pope, your boyfriend, waiting for you. you pushed opened the front door of the cody house with a sigh, kicking your shoes off. "andrew?" you called out, the sound of voices coming from the kitchen. there sat him, baz, and smurf all around the table, discussing what you could only assume was an upcoming job. you know smurf didn't mind you, you being a nurse came with its perks. you were always there to patch up one of her boys whenever things went wrong. "there's dinner in the fridge, sweetheart," she spoke to you, a small nod coming from you before you moved to sit on pope's lap, an arm thrown around his neck. he gave you a simple kiss to his cheek, going right back into the conversation they were in.
he usually would ask you about your day, rub your back, follow you into the bathroom as you showered. however, today was different. he didn't move from his seat, continuing right on with the conversation. "can we go upstairs? had a bad day," you spoke softly in his ear, resting your face in his neck as he talked. "you can. i will be up in a bit," he mumbled, shrugging a little bit. oh you were pissed now. you stood up, moving to grab the plate smurf had kept in your fridge before making your way up to his room. you sat in silence as you ate, glancing at the door every now and then. yet he never came walking in.
after at least an hour had passed, you made your way downstairs in one of his large t shirts. he didn't even acknowledge you as you came in the kitchen, to deep in conversation. a small irritated huff left your lips as you walked right out the back door, craig and deran sat in the chairs smoking. "someone looks angry," deran chuckled to you, your head quick to snap and shoot daggers at him. they both held their hands up, trying to turn your irritation away from them. what they didn't expect was you to pull the shirt over your head and jump in the pool. the only thing you wore was a tiny black thong, ass and tits on full display. craig nearly choked on the joint he was smoking as he watched you, both of their heads looking at the house to see if pope was following but he never came.
you simply swam around, trying to somehow burn off the anger you were feeling. "we better get out of here before he kills us for even being outside," deran muttered, craig standing up slowly to follow his brother inside, glancing back at the pool every now and then to get a glimpse at your basically naked body. the three at the table turned to look at the two as they came in, both of their faces looking like they saw a ghost. smurf looked right past them and out the door, a small smirk forming on her face. "oh you pissed her off," she mumbled, nodding her head towards the pool. pope was quick to look out towards the pool. you were stood on the diving board now, tits on full display as you dove into the pool.
he almost flipped the table as he jumped up, making his way outside. "get the fuck out of the pool," he spat as he came to stand by the pool, staring down at you as you resurfaced, pushing your hair back and out of your face. you only rolled your eyes, moving to float on your back as you stared up at him. the anger radiating off of him made his skin glow, every vein in his neck and face popping as he stared down at you. "i said get the fuck out, y/n," he mumbled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "surprised you even remember my name. barely had time to look at me when i got home," you muttered, simply flipping over to dive back under the water. a loud splash next to you had you resurfacing, pope wrapping his arms tightly around you to start dragging you to the steps of the pool.
"let go of me!" you whined loudly, arms flailing and legs kicking as he began to pull you from the water. he was still fully clothed, throwing your naked body over his shoulder as he walked towards the house once more. you continued to scream, fists beating on his back rather hard as he carried you in. "you both are cleaning that water off my floor!" smurf yelled as he carried you right past the kitchen and up to his bedroom. he was quick to throw you down on the bed, flipping you over to pin your wrists behind your back. "fucking let me go," you hissed, your legs kicking at him as hard as you could. it wasn't until your foot connected with his upper thigh, just a little too close to his dick, that made him lose it. he was quick to move and trap your legs between his, hand coming to smack down on your ass so hard it made you scream.
his hand continued to come down against your ass over and over, your loud sobs and screams falling on deaf ears. all he could see was red. "please! i'm sorry!" you begged out, his hand finally stopping before he was flipping you back over, pulling you to stand up by your neck. he pulled you so close his nose was pressed to yours, his dark eyes staring into yours. "why the fuck did you think that was okay?" he spoke through clenched teeth, his grip on your neck only tightening as you cried. it wasn't enough to hurt you, he knew what you could handle. all you could do was continue to cry, your ass hurting so bad you were sure to have bruises on it. "answer me!" he yelled right in your face, the shock of his yell making your tears stop.
all you could do was hiccup as you stared back at him, your hands wrapping around his wrist that held your throat. "i-i just wanted you to pay attention to me! you weren't!" you whined loudly, your lip pouting at it him a little bit. his expression didn't change, still stern, dark, and pissed. "you just had to give me time. but you didn't. you were an impatient brat who had to go flaunt her tits off to anyone willing to look," he growled, releasing your throat to push you down onto your knees. you couldn't help but stare up at him, small whimpers leaving your lips as he began to peel his wet clothes off.
"i'm sorry, andy," you whispered up at him, pope grabbing a fist full of your hair immediately. "stop talking. i don't want to hear you talk," he mumbled, grabbing his cock to immediately push the tip against your mouth. you were quick to open, your eyes shutting immediately and hands going to grip at his thighs. "let go of me. and open your fucking eyes," he spat, his hips slowly beginning to thrust in your mouth. your eyes immediately snapped opened, hands moving to hold each other behind your back. he wasted no time in beginning to fuck your face, eyes staring daggers down into yours.
that's how he spent the next hour, fucking your face and summing down your throat at least 4 times. he would only give you a break every now and then, pulling back to continue to just stare down at you. he was always quick to reach a hand down and leave a few harsh pats to the side of your face when you would close your eyes and drop your head. 'you did this to yourself' he would continuously remind you. when he finally decided he was enough, and he physically couldn't cum anymore, he gently pulled you up to sit you on the bad. a loud whine left your lips at the feeling of your bare ass burning from his previous smacking, pope only smirking down at you. "don't whine, pretty," he cooed, hand coming to rub at your cheek gently as you stared at him. you looked absolutely destroyed. "i'm sorry," you whispered, sniffling a little bit as you frowned at him. "i know you are. do it again and it will be so much worse," he spoke with a faux pout on his lips, leaving a soft kiss to your forehead.
there was something sick inside you that kind of wanted to do it again.
synopsis: Jack smells an enticing aroma and goes a little crazy trying to find the source
warnings: omegaverse dynamics. Pretty fluffy. reader is parker's roommate and best friend. This was a request for my One Big Bash that i was requested to fill anonymously. The original idea came from a post by @twilightz0nes ages ago that they graciously said I could write.
wc: 2.4k
Jack Abbot was going insane.
At least he felt like he was. And all because of one particular aroma.
He was an hour into this shift making a note in a chart when the scent hit him for the first time. He paused, fingers hovering over the keys as his nostrils flared slightly. Vanilla and honeysuckle with an undertone he couldn’t name. He turned his head left, then right. Nothing.
It wasn’t one of the staff, he’d long since memorized all of their natural scents and could pick them out blindfolded. No, this was new. He shrugged, figuring it must belong to a patient even as his instincts were screaming at him to find the source. He stretched his neck then shook it off. He had work to do.
“Forget it,” he muttered to himself and went back to the chart.
Twenty minutes later he was discussing next steps with a patient that Nazely was working on. The college kid had tripped over his own feet in his drunkenness and cracked his head on a concrete planter. The scent came again, stronger this time. He paused then turned, scanning the immediate area. No one but him, Dr. Toomarian and the drunk frat boy. The scent lingered then faded and Jack returned to the conversation.
When he left the room, he tried to track it down but nothing. Then he was called away for a consult on a case. The scent hit him again at the hub while he was scanning the board. He stopped, one hand on the counter and inhaled. There. Faint but unmistakable. It pulled at every instinct he had. He straightened, ran a hand through his hair and did a slow lap around the department. He caught traces of it again once or twice but nothing more.
“I’m losing my fucking mind,” he said then ran a hand over his face.
Midnight came and went. Jack stood at the hub reviewing test results for the patient in Twelve. Parker slid up beside him, her arm brushing his as she reached for a tablet.
The scent hit like a punch to the solar plexus.
He went completely still. It was coming from Parker. The same scent that had been driving him quietly crazy for hours and it had been right there with his senior resident all along.
He cleared his throat.
She glanced at him, brow lifting. “You okay, boss?”
“Yeah.” His voice came out rough and he cleared his throat again. “Fine. Just—” He hesitated a moment. “Are you wearing perfume?”
Parker blinked as genuine surprise crossed her features. “No, of course not. Why?”
Jack crossed his arms over his chest. “This scent has been driving me crazy for the whole shift. It seems to be coming from you but I know it’s not yours. Maybe I am going crazy.”
Parker glanced down at herself. Her gaze catching on the faded hoodie she was wearing. Her expression shifted and a slow smirk crossed her face that Jack did not like at all.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding apologetic in the least. “Must be the hoodie. I’ll stash it in my locker.”
She peeled the article of clothing off in one smooth motion and headed for the locker room. She looked just a little too pleased with herself. Jack stood at the hub, teeth clenched, and watched her walk away.
Parker closed the locker room door behind her and chuckled lowly. She’d been in a hurry tonight and had grabbed the first jacket she’d seen. It just so happened that the one she picked up was the one you’d worn yesterday. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened in the years you’d been first friends, then roommates. Though normally it was you stealing her clothes rather than the other way around.
Parker folded the hoodie and put it in her bag inside her locker then she pulled out her phone to send you a quick text. You’d still be working but she knew you’d get it when you got off and could check your phone.
Hey roomie. Bring me food? Please? I’ll love you forever. You’ll have to bring it in though. Busy night.
She always met you outside when you brought her anything during shift. It was about time her colleagues met you. She smirked, locked her phone and headed back to the floor.
The night was young and it was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
You peeled the last of your suppressant patches off as you walked through the casino parking garage, wincing as the adhesive tugged at your skin. The things itched like crazy and you always removed them the moment you stepped outside of the building. You tossed them in a nearby trash can without much thought. You rolled your shoulders as you shook off the sensory overload that was your place of employment. Too many people crammed in too small of a space with overly bright lights and the clamoring noise of the slot machines.
You waited until you got into your car to check your phone, not wanting the distraction in the dimly lit garage. You cleared your notifications, snorting in amusement when you saw Parker’s text. The last thing you wanted to do after your shift was to go into the hospital, but she rarely asked. And lord knows she’d ran enough weird errands for you over the years.
Food options were limited this time of night, but between you and Parker, you’d found them all. Your favorite was the food truck that served nothing but mac and cheese. Yes, please. You ordered for both of you then got back in the car and made the short drive to PTMC.
This time of morning, the waiting area was emptier and the line was short. You held up the bag when you got to the window. “I come bearing food for Dr. Ellis.”
She smiled. “She told me you were coming. Go on back. Head for the big desk in the middle of the floor. They’ll find her for you.” The door to the right buzzed and you pushed through.
The desk was easy to find. You sat the bag on the counter and waited for the woman on the phone to acknowledge you. She held up a finger, finished her conversation and looked at you with a smile. “How can I help you, hon?”
“I’m looking for Parker Ellis. I brought her food.”
Her smile turned into something less customer service. “And how do you know our Dr. Ellis?”
“Roommate/besties,” you said with a grin.
“Well, you’re fine to wait there. She’s in with a patient but she should be out in a minute.”
“Thanks.” You tapped your hand softly on the counter as you bounced your foot. You were always wound up after a shift. You caught movement from the corner of your eye and turned your head.
A man had left a room a short distance away and stopped in his tracks. You ran your gaze over him, taking in the auburn hair scattered amongst the gray curls. He wasn’t overly tall and his build suggested he spent time in the gym. He was just your type from head to toe.
You checked his neck first. Finding no mating bite, you looked at his hand. Wedding ring. Damn. You made the mental adjustment you needed at knowing he was unavailable. It was disappointing, but not surprising. You were just dropping off food for your roommate and the attractive doctor was—
The attractive doctor with the wedding ring was staring at you.
His jaw worked, but his eyes didn’t move from your form. He stepped closer until one hand gripped the edge of the counter a short distance from you.
“Ah, Dr. Abbot. This is Parker’s roommate. This is our senior night shift attending.”
Parker’s boss. She’d mentioned him before, several times in fact. “Hi,” you said because it seemed like the thing to say.
Abbot opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“Hi,” he said finally. His voice was rough, lower than you’d expected.
You couldn’t stop the small shiver that crawled up your spine. Fuck.
That delectable scent he’d smelled all night until Parker ditched her hoodie slammed into Jack the moment he opened the door to the patient room he’d been in. His head snapped up as he sanitized his hands absently, zeroing in on you standing at the hub.
The small sampling he’d had earlier had nothing on you here in person. My god, you smelled delectable. There was no question in his mind that you were his Omega. He forced himself forward, one step, then two, until he was holding onto the counter.
He didn’t know how to go about this, how to broach the subject. His wife had been a beta, there was no need to have the ‘hey, you’re my mate’ conversation. Did he just…tell you? No, that didn’t seem right.
He vaguely registered Lena introducing you as Parker’s roommate. He managed to stutter out a greeting but before he could say anything else, Parker appeared from the room she’d been in for the last ten minutes. She zeroed in on you and pulled you into a hug.
Jack’s hands flexed at his sides as he reminded himself that Parker wasn’t a threat and that you had no idea who the fuck he was.
Parker draped an arm across your shoulders. “You are a goddess.”
You hummed in agreement. “Fat Cats.”
She groaned. “I owe you my first born. Maybe my second, too.”
“I’d be concerned about being saddled with your random children but I know you don’t want kids.”
Parker laughed then turned to Jack with a smirk. “See you met my roommate, boss.”
Jack huffed. “You could have just told me.”
She shrugged. “Could have. Didn’t. This is so much more fun.”
Your brow furrowed as you looked between the two of them. The look of confusion was absurdly endearing. “Am I missing something?”
Jack was at a loss for words which was entirely unlike him. Parker grinned wider and turned to you. “Dr. Abbot here would love to take you to breakfast. And you want to let him.”
Silence stretched for a beat before the two of you spoke in unison. “I do?”
Jack’s head snapped to you to find you already looking back. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. “I mean…I do. After shift?”
You glanced at Parker. She gave a small, deliberate nod.
“Sure. I can do breakfast, I guess, if Parker’s gonna be weird.” Your gaze dropped to his left hand, to the ring he hadn’t been able to bring himself to remove. “Your wife will be okay with that?”
“Widower,” he said, deciding it best to just be blunt.
You blinked once, glanced to Parker who nodded again before you looked back to him. “Sure. Breakfast sounds good. I can meet you here, I was picking Parker up anyway.”
He nodded, hoping the surge of happiness he felt wasn’t completely evident on his face. He should have a little decorum dammit. “I’ll meet you by the bay door?”
“Yeah, sure. Parker can let me know if you’re running late.”
So, you didn’t want to give him your number yet. He understood that. After all, you didn’t know what he did, his suppressants firmly in place. “I’m looking forward to it.”
You gave him a small smile at that. “See ya, doc. Parker.” The narrow-eyed look you shot Parker had him chuckling.
You’d no sooner gotten out of sight when Parker’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and laughed as she typed. “Her exact words? ‘What the fuck was that?’”
Jack crossed his arms and shifted his weight. “And what did you say?”
“I told her to trust me.” She put her phone away and grabbed the bag. “Now I am going to eat at least part of this before I get called away again.”
Jack’s gaze trailed her as she walked toward the break room. She turned around part way there. “Oh, and Abbot? She my not be my mate, but she’s my person. Don’t hurt her.”
He held Parker’s gaze, sure and steady. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You waited near the bay doors, off to the side where you’d be out of the way. A couple of people going inside had glanced in your direction but kept walking without questioning you. You must look harmless enough for them to leave you alone. You tapped your foot as you wondered if this was really a good idea or not. You’d dwelled on it all night, your brain circling back to the odd conversation with Parker and her boss that you seemed to be missing a piece to.
The door hissed open and you glanced up to see Parker stepping out. She had your hoodie thrown over the top of her scrubs. She gave you one of her famous grins and waved, car keys in hand. You hadn’t given much though on how you were supposed to get home after this…date? Yeah, you supposed it was. Dammit, Parker.
She didn’t stop to talk to you, just calling back. “He’ll be out in a minute. You can thank me later.”
You stared after her, shaking your head. “I’m going to murder you. Slowly,” you yelled after her.
Her laugh floated back to you. “You’re welcome!”
You were still shaking your head, mouth curled into a crooked smile when the scent reached you. Rich, citrusy with a hint of cedar. Alpha. Yours.
You inhaled deeply and turned your head slowly to the side to find Jack Abbot standing a few feet away.
The scrub top was gone, leaving him in a fitted gray t-shirt. His curls were damp around his face, like he’d splashed water on it before coming out. He gave you a real smile. Not the small one you’d seen earlier. A wide, careless gesture that crinkled the skin around his eyes.
“Oh,” you said. That was inadequate but you were still processing that this was your Alpha. Yours. And Parker had obviously known and let you walk in blind. Damn her.
Finally, you said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” he echoed as his warm gaze took you in. He held out a hand, not in greeting but rather in invitation.
You took it, his touch everything you needed as he laced your fingers together.
Summary: Where you fail your driving test and Andrew tries to console you.
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Warnings: fluffy, revelation of feelings, mutual attraction, desire for approval, the reader calling Pope "andy," excessive use of "you."
Notes: Dude, I think I'm doomed to turn events from my life into stories. I failed my driving test, so this came out of that! I hope you guys like it (or not, ah!) I'm extremely sick, so it was a victory to manage to write something.
REMEMBER: English is NOT my first language! Don't use AI, support authors.
You really didn't know what had happened, damn it, you had practiced so much! You knew the rules by heart, you had done the route countless times, and still, the red letters spelling "FAILED" were a punch to your stomach. Your vision blurred slightly in pure sign of disappointment in yourself, your nose was burning, and you could swear the tip of it would be pinkish even if your tanned skin disguised it. Damn, you had really been confident; since you made the decision to learn to drive, you had the support of everyone around you, so seeing the result was disappointing.
You took a deep breath, trying to process all the classes, all the studying and practice you had, you hated disappointing those who trusted your potential, and now you would have to give the unfortunate news to everyone and start from scratch, you were so embarrassed. Sniffling, your fingers crumpled the sheet as you tossed it carelessly into your bag, your feet moving toward the exit, and the sun irradiating your vision and hitting your body. At that moment, the California heat wasn't an invitation to a party or a beach celebration of an achievement; in fact, it was irritating and uncomfortable, you could feel sweat forming on your temples and your hands getting slippery. All you wanted was your home, to sink into bed, cry, and feel pathetic for having failed in such a trivial way.
But you still couldn't, not yet. You hadn't gotten there alone, Andrew had brought you and was waiting for you in the parking lot. Now you would have to face him and give the sad news that you had failed and that he had wasted all of his precious time giving lessons to a failure. Your steps were dragging, and your eyes were squinted due to the sun that came in warm waves over your body. You could already see Cody's black pickup truck further ahead, and inside it, the imposing figure with sunglasses, just waiting for you.
When you got close enough, your lips were pursed, and you swallowed hard. Even with the light hidden by the sunglasses, you felt the intensity of Andrew's expectation. As soon as you got in and closed the door with a thud, silence took over; neither of you emitted a single word. Whether you wanted it or not, Andrew would remain that way if it were his desire, but you wanted to tell him, you just... were taking time amidst the shame.
"I... I failed" your voice was barely a whisper as your head dropped forward in a sign of embarrassment at giving the news to the person who had supported you the most. "I don't know what happened... Simply, at the time, I got tense and... and I couldn't do it, I'm sorry."
The silence inside the pickup truck was almost as oppressive as the heat that accumulated on the asphalt. Your words hung in the air, heavy and fragile, like a dry leaf about to crumble. You couldn't lift your eyes, keeping them fixed on your own fingers that still trembled slightly on your lap, stained by the smeared ink of the paper you had crumpled and tossed into your bag. Shame was a tight knot in your throat, and each passing second of silence seemed like a confirmation that Andrew was, indeed, disappointed, that he was processing the wasted time, the patience spent on someone who hadn't been able to live up to expectations.
But then, you heard the soft movement of the leather seat beside you as Andrew leaned slightly, and then his large, warm hand landed on yours, covering your trembling fingers with unexpectedly gentle firmness. It wasn't a gesture of punishment, nor of impatience; in fact, it was present like an anchor thrown into turbulent waters. His thumb traced a slow line over your knuckles, an almost imperceptible caress, but one that carried immense weight.
"Relax."
Andrew's voice broke the silence, deep and low, but without the slightest trace of irritation. If he were angry, you would certainly recognize the signs clenched jaw, cold and cutting gaze. However, there, at that moment, there was something different. Something you hadn't expected.
"Take that weight off your shoulders, honey. You don't owe me any apology."
He squeezed your hand once, quick and firm, before letting it go to turn the key in the ignition. The engine hummed in response, and the air conditioning finally began to blow a cool breeze over the damp skin of your temples. You lifted your eyes just enough to see him take off his sunglasses with a casual movement, tossing them onto the dashboard. His eyes, those dark irises that so often seemed to hold secrets and storms, were fixed on the road ahead, but there was something softer in them now, a patience you hadn't expected to find.
"You trained, you made an effort, and that's already worth more than any result on a damn piece of paper." Andrew's voice was a hoarse murmur, almost as if he were talking more to himself than to you. "Making mistakes is part of it. What matters is what you do after."
He put the pickup in gear, and the vehicle began to move slowly out of the parking lot. The California sun continued relentless, but inside the cabin, the air became more bearable, more intimate. Andrew drove with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his own thigh, his fingers drumming a slow, distracted rhythm. He didn't ask what had gone wrong, nor did he ask for details. He didn't ask any of the questions you feared, those that would demand explanations you still didn't have the courage to give. Instead, he just drove.
Cody took you through the busy streets of Oceanside, moving away from the bustling chaos and heading up toward the more winding roads that bordered the coast, where he turned off the air conditioning and rolled down the windows, letting the wind come in and bring the salty smell of the ocean and the distant sound of seagulls. Andrew didn't say anything for a long stretch, letting the silence transform into something less heavy, something almost comforting, and you allowed yourself to rest your head against the metal corner of the window, watching the horizon line where the blue of the sky merged with the deeper blue of the sea, and felt, for the first time since you saw the word "FAILED," that the knot in your throat was beginning to slowly unravel.
Eventually, the older man turned the pickup onto a dirt road that led to an isolated lookout point, a place you recognized from one of the first practical lessons he had given you. The car parked with a soft screech, and Andrew turned off the engine, leaving only the sound of the wind and the waves down below filling the space between you.
He turned on the seat, one arm stretched over the steering wheel, the other resting on the back of the seat behind him, so that his whole body seemed turned toward you. The late afternoon light began to spill over his face, highlighting the lines of expression around his eyes and the strong contour of his jaw.
"Look at me."
It was a gentle command, but undeniable. You obeyed, lifting your eyes to meet his. There was no pity there, no mercy. There was only a silent determination, a conviction that seemed to wrap around you like a blanket.
"You're going to try again." It wasn't a question. "And you're going to pass. Not because I'm here to teach you, or because someone is rooting for you. But because you're stronger than you think, and you just need to believe that."
He held your gaze for a few more seconds, and then, as if the intensity of the moment were too much for him, Andrew averted his face, making you notice his ears turning a reddish tone. Oh, of course, Andrew was going beyond his limits to comfort you, and that situation made him shy; it was so... sweet of him. You bit your lower lip to hold back a smile, and both of you got out of the car. The breeze from the lookout hit your face, and it was as if all the weight of that day had dissipated.
The sea wind lifted some strands of hair from your face, and you felt the salty breeze caress your skin, as if the ocean itself were trying to erase the traces of the tears that still insisted on falling. The lookout was empty, as if the world had decided to grant you that moment of privacy, and the horizon stretched before your eyes in a blue immensity that seemed to contain all the answers you still didn't know how to formulate.
Beside you, Andrew remained still for a long moment, his arms resting on the rusty metal railing, his eyes fixed on the point where the sky met the sea. You observed his broad shoulders, the way the breeze made his flannel shirt move against his torso, and felt that familiar restlessness grow in your chest, a tingling that had been settling in for months, since you realized that the interest you felt for him went far beyond gratitude for the driving lessons.
The question hung between you, light as the seagulls gliding over the water. You had asked it softly, almost without expecting an answer, but now the silence that followed seemed charged with an electricity that hadn't existed before. Your heart beat a little faster as you waited, your fingers drumming nervously on the metal railing.
Andrew didn't answer immediately. You saw the subtle movement of his jaw clenching, saw the way his fingers curled over the railing, gripping the metal with a force that betrayed internal tension. And then, slowly, he turned to face you, and the look you found was different from any he had ever directed at you before. There was no tension there, nor the solidity of an unlikely friend. There was something deeper, something that seemed to have been asleep and was now awakening.
"Why did I bring you here?" His voice was a hoarse murmur, almost lost in the wind, and his dark eyes traced your face as if he were reading every line, every curve, every trace of emotion that still stubbornly hid. "Do you really want to know?"
He took a step toward you, and the space between you diminished considerably. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, even with the fresh sea breeze; you could smell the familiar, unique scent of him that always accompanied him. His eyes didn't leave yours, and for the first time, you saw no sign of discomfort or shyness. There was only a silent determination, an intensity that made your knees tremble slightly.
"I couldn't stand the idea of you going home, locking yourself in your room, and feeling like a failure." You had to lean in slightly to hear. "Not after seeing how much you tried."
He raised his hand, and for a moment, you thought he was going to touch your face, but Andrew hesitated, his hand hovering centimeters from your cheek, as if he were fighting an internal battle. You saw his fingers tremble slightly, and something tightened inside your chest.
"Do you think I spent all that time teaching you just because I like teaching?" A bitter smile curved the corner of his mouth. "I could have sent anyone to teach you. Craig or Deran, but I didn't do that. I wanted... I needed it to be me."
His hand finally found your face, the touch so light and hesitant, it seemed almost a dream. His palm was rough against your skin, calloused from the jobs you never dared to ask about, but the gesture was incredibly gentle. His thumb traced a slow line over your cheekbone, and you felt your heart race in a way that no failure could have caused.
"I brought you here because I didn't want you to spend the rest of the day feeling alone. Because when I saw you come out of that building with your eyes full of tears, the only thing I could think was how I wanted to be the person who made those eyes shine again."
The wind blew stronger, bringing the sound of waves breaking on the rocks below, but you barely heard it. All that existed, at that moment, was Andrew and his dark eyes, his warm hand against your face, and the way he seemed to be opening up to you like never before.
"I don't know if this makes sense to you," he continued, and now there was an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice, an uncertainty that contrasted with all the firmness he always showed. "But I'm not good with words. I never was. All I know is that when you're around, things feel lighter. And that when you smile, even if it's over some silly thing, I feel like I've done something right for the first time in my life."
He stepped closer, one more step, and now the distance between you was so small that you could feel his breath against your forehead. The hand that still rested on your face slid slowly back, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck, pulling you gently closer.
"So that's why I brought you here" he murmured, his lips so close you could almost feel their warmth. "Because, for better or worse, you failed the test today, and that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here, and you can try again later."
Andrew's chest rose and fell in deep breaths, his shoulders tense as if he were waiting for a rejection, a push, or any sign that he had gone too far. But you gave none of those signs. Instead, you raised your hand, touching his chest, feeling the strong, fast beats under the flannel.
"Andy..." The nickname escaped your lips once more like a whisper, and you saw his eyes widen slightly. "You don't need to be good with words. You just need to be yourself, and... Thank you for teaching me and wanting to see me well, even though I failed."
The sea breeze seemed to have stopped, as if the wind itself wanted to witness that moment. Andrew's forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed while you could feel every irregular breath that escaped his parted lips. His hand was still on your nape, his fingers slightly tangled in the strands of your hair, and the other rested hesitantly on the curve of your waist, as if he were still wondering if he could touch you like that.
Your heart pounded so loudly that you were sure he could hear it. The gratitude you felt for the older man mixed with something deeper, something that had been growing in silence for months, watered by every lingering look, every touch he offered you without knowing what it meant to you.
Your eyes traced his face, so close that you could count the freckles scattered over his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose; you could see the small lines of expression around his eyes that only appeared when he smiled, something that didn't happen often, but was precious every time it did. His warm breath against your lips created an electricity that made your skin tingle, and you felt an almost uncontrollable impulse to close the small distance that still existed between you.
But a last residue of hesitation stopped you. It wasn't fear you weren't afraid of Andrew it was a deep respect for the line he seemed to be drawing between you, a line he himself had placed and that now, slowly, was beginning to fade.
You let out a low, almost nervous laugh, and felt his forehead pull away just enough for him to open his eyes and look at you with a confused, curious expression.
"What?" A hoarse murmur came out, and there was a hint of insecurity in that single word.
"You're so... tense" you commented, your voice still a whisper, but with a tone of amusement that hadn't been there before. "I'm not going to bite you."
Andrew blinked a few times, processing your words, and the corner of his mouth curved slowly, forming that crooked smile you loved, the one that only appeared in the most genuine moments, when he let down all his defenses and allowed himself to be just Andrew, not the Pope Cody the world saw, but the man who kept fragilities behind a stone facade.
"I wouldn't complain if you bit me" Andrew replied, his voice still rough, but with a lighter tone now.
A small laugh escaped your lips again, louder this time, and you saw his dark eyes shine in response. The hand on your nape relaxed a little, his fingers moving in a slow, gentle caress over the sensitive skin behind your ear.
"Oh, really?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, your eyes fixed on his, challenging him in a way you had never had the courage to do before.
Andrew held your gaze for a long moment, and instead of answering with words, he did something that surprised you. He lowered his gaze, and a low laugh escaped him too, a warm, surprised sound, as if he couldn't believe he was in that situation. The freckles stood out even more as the smile widened. And before you could say anything more, he leaned in.
The kiss Andrew gave you was different from what you had imagined. There was no rush in it, none of that urgency you expected from a man who seemed to hold so much intensity inside. Instead, it was a sweet, hesitant kiss, almost as if he were learning the contours of your lips for the first time. Your mouths touched with a lightness that seemed almost reverent, and you felt his gentle warmth against yours, soft and questioning.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, and there was a silent question in his eyes, a request for permission he didn't need to make. You smiled against his lips, a small, intimate smile, seeing how his eyes softened, how the tension in his shoulders finally began to dissipate.
A small laugh escaped you again, muffled against his mouth, to which he responded with a low, warm sound, almost a grunt of amusement. His crooked smile formed against your lips, and you felt Andrew's fingers curl more firmly into your hair, pulling you closer.
This time, when he kissed you more deeply, you felt his tongue trace a soft line over your lower lip, a silent request you answered without thinking. The hand on your waist tightened, pulling you against his solid, warm body; you let yourself sink into the warmth of the embrace, into the lips that now moved against yours with a confidence that wasn't there before.
The kiss became slower, deeper, and you felt the way he held you, as if you were something precious he was afraid of breaking. When you finally parted, it was slowly, as if both of you were reluctant to let the moment end. Andrew's forehead was once again resting against yours, and you could feel his warm, uneven breath against your lips. His eyes were closed, and you saw his dark eyelashes trembling slightly, saw the freckles standing out against the lighter tone of skin that the California sun had kissed.
"Andy..." you murmured, and the nickname came out like a caress.
He opened his eyes slowly, and what you saw there made your heart tighten. It wasn't just desire, though there was plenty of that. It was a vulnerability he rarely let show, a surrender he didn't offer to anyone.
"You don't have to thank me" the older man said, anticipating, his tone low and rough, his fingers still lost in your hair. "Not for this. This isn't about the test or the lessons, or about anything other than you and me here, now."
The sea wind began to blow again, bringing the freshness of the approaching night, but you barely felt the cold. You were warmed by the heat of the older man's body, by the gleam in his dark eyes that didn't leave yours, and by the silent promise that hung in the air between you.
"So" you said, your voice still a little shaky, but with a smile playing on your lips "are you going to teach me to drive again?"
Andrew laughed, that low, rough sound that vibrated against you, his eyes curving in the crooked smile you loved so much.
"I'll teach you whatever you want" he replied, with a tone of promise that went far beyond the words. "But first, I'm going to take you to eat something, and we're going to forget about this test for at least a few hours. Then, we'll think about the rest."
Andrew offered you his hand, and you felt his calloused fingers close around yours with a firmness that was at once protective and tender.
And as you walked back to the pickup, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky orange and pink, you realized that for the first time that whole day, the word "FAILED" no longer hurt. Not because you had forgotten the test, but because at that moment, you had found something worth more than any approval on any piece of paper.
Summary: When Pope gets shot. J sees just how close you are.
The day had already been rough. That is for Pope not for you. You'd been away for about a week on a business trip. Your day had been easy up until now. Board a flight, sleep, get to Smurfs. Now it's easily 2 am and you're standing in the kitchen with Smurf.
"He hasn't been sleeping you know? Just a heads up."
She says leaning across from you. You in popes shirt and a pair of sweatpants just take a sip of water.
"Is he still taking his pills?" She asks right after.
"Yes he's is. He says he does it for me" you say with a small smile.
As you look down the front door slams open and you're met with the Cody's. Everyone's rushing in except this isn't the rush of a bad job or an adrenaline rush this is something else? Suddenly Craig and Baz come in carrying a bleeding Pope. He's stumbling as he tries to keep up with them. Wide eyed and shocked you run to them. They move past you and set him down on the kitchen island. He's too dazed by the blood loss to notice you're back. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply he clutches his ribs. His shirt is fully soaked staining his hand with blood too. After a beat the boys run for the medical supplies.
"Pope" you call out grabbing his shoulder and his chin.
"Open your eyes Pope. I'm here. It's me."
But he doesn't open his eyes.
"You're not real. She's not here." He mumbles.
Smurf just watches. She knows that she isn't of use right now. J watches in the corner too just observing. Sure he's aware that they're married but he's never seen much of both of you. Craig and Baz come back with stitches supplies gauze and antiseptic.
"He won't open his eyes. Thinks I'm a hallucination." You tell them washing your hands for the procedure you're about to do.
Over the rushing water and everyone yelling faults of today you can hear Popes breathing getting shallow, and desperate.
"Someone get his eyes to open otherwise it's gonna be hard to keep him up! " you yell out.
Baz quickly turns to Pope and grabs his shoulders harshly
"Pope open your eyes. She's here. She's gonna fix you up okay?"
Pope sneaks a glance to see your face analyzing the products infront of you. Looking up you see Popes eyes open. His mouth is open his jaw slack. His hands fly up to your cheeks and he kisses you just as fast. Staining half your face with his bloodied hand. He's grunting from the pain of the bullet currently in his ribs but he keeps going. You grab the scissors next to you and cut his shirt open through the middle.
"Kay love birds we get it but he's dying!" Craig yells out.
Smurf smiles. J looks confused. You pull away to get him to take off the sleeves. He takes off the shirt and grabs your hips. He leans forward to get near your neck. Nudging his nose near your throat.
"Missed you" he slurs but you push him upright and tell him.
"Let me help you then you can tell me all about it." You peck his cheek and then grab the gauze.
"This is gonna hurt, baby. Just breathe." You tell him.
He closes his eyes and exhales as you press the gauze to his open wound. He lets out a small whimper as his hands grab your hips tighter. Holding the gauze there for a minute to check for open arteries or something. You hold it there with firm pressure. You look up to see him already making eye contact with you.
"Hurts" is all he grunts out.
"I know I'm sorry Pope." You soothe him. Taking away the gauze and seeing the bleeding stop you sigh of relief. "Ohthankgod" you whisper.
"What?" Baz says concerned opening a beer.
"The bleeding stopped which means he's not actively dying. The bullet missed any major parts we can just stitch him up with minimal bruising." You smile and then frown realizing you need to disinfect it.
"I need to sanitize it so you don't get sepsis this'll hurt. Sorry Pope." You look sympathetically at him.
He just nods and tenses again when you open the wound and grab the tweezer to pick out the bullet. Hearing his deep breaths and how tense he is you find the metal and take it out. 20 seconds max. You're a genius.
"Kay it's out now."
Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and opening it you grab his hand and kiss the corner of his lips.
"Sorry." You frown.
As you pour the liquid straight into the wound. Hearing it bubble up and Pope Grunt. Grabbing a cotton pad you pat it and move him to lay down. With his feet dangling on the island he lays down his hands balled up into fists. Grabbing a syringe and a bottle of anesthetic you grab a few milliliters and inject him near his wound. Preparing your needle and thread you tie the knot and get to sewing him up. Few minutes later and you're done. With a sigh and standing up to stretch your back Pope sits up.
"I'm gonna dress the wound so no extra movements until it heals."
"Not even?" He starts.
"No." You shake your head.
Finally getting off the island Pope winces in pain. Immediately coming over to you. Wrapping you in a hug burying himself in the nook of your neck. Smurfs long gone talking to the guys on the couch now.
"Those two never fail to make me feel the need to leave the room before I throw up." Craig tells them laughing as he takes a swig of his beer.
"They love each other. They always have." Baz says kinda reminding himself of how you and Pope were in your younger years. "How long have they been together?" J asks.
He looks over to Smurf who shrugs. Then to Baz.
"Since forever. It's hard to imagine a time when they weren't attached at the hip."
"So since like middle school?" J shoots.
"No, Longer. I remember in elementary school when anyone would pick on her he'd beat them up. And she'd always be there for him when it got hard. That's his girl, always has been. No one else's. He needs her. You'll see." Deran realizes he's been going on for a minute and stands up to get another round of beers. Walking into the kitchen seeing you two still hugging.
"How long have you been hugging." Deran laughs
"Well he can't strain himself tonight so this is the best he's getting tonight." You laugh.
summary: meet obvious!reader aka 'crash' who loves oblivious!pope
a/n: hiiii! this is my first time writing and posting in over a year so i am incredibly nervous but so excited to start posting this series. im binge watching animal kingdom and i cant explain the need i have to kiss popes forehead and tell him its gonna be okay :((( so ive given him a cute friends to lovers story <33
here she comes world be kind to her!
obvious¡reader who.. has been a constant presence in the codys lives since she was five years old
obvious¡reader who.. earned her nickname ‘crash’ after she rode her bike straight into derans on her first bike lesson when she was five
obvious¡reader who.. is clumsy, so the nickname ‘crash’ stuck. through her childhood, and even as a teenager when she would punch deran every time he called her it, it stayed. she eventually grew to love it. (definitely not when pope started using it..)
obvious¡reader whos.. best friend always has been and always will be deran. someone bothers her? they walk away with a black eye. if she was getting into trouble, deran was probably in trouble too. they were two peas in a pod. as teenagers he started introducing her to the family business, he never wanted her in danger, but she became a vital part of jobs.
obvious¡reader who.. always tolerated craig. as kids, they were friends. but when craig started to grow up, he became less of a friend and more of a nuisance. he teased her constantly, wound her up daily, but despite all of that, he was still like an older brother to her. teasing her was his job, nobody else was allowed to.
obvious¡reader who.. never really had any kind of relationship with baz. she was always at the house. he was always at the house. smurf adopted him. smurf didnt adopt her. obvious¡reader was always grateful for that. she never bonded with baz, but he always made sure she would get home safe, he always checked on her after a fight with her parents because he knew what it was like to have parents who dont love you.
obvious¡reader who.. at first, was scared of pope. he was derans older brother. he was quiet, didnt speak to her, he just stood around watching her. when she was a kid she never understood how pope knew things about her even deran didnt know. her go to snack when shes had a fight with her parents, how shes always cold but never admits it, how he remembered almost everything about her.
obvious¡reader who.. grew up and realised that she was actually friends with pope, tried to explain that to him as he stared blankely. ‘of course we are’ he had said.
obvious¡reader who.. not long after realised she really didnt want to just be friends with pope and very quickly realised he felt the same, even if he didnt know it yet.
obvious¡reader who.. was never scared of smurf. she could stand her ground from a young age, and she would never shy away from her love of the cody boys. smurf both loved and hated it. as a kid, she didnt really understand. she had asked deran one evening why his mom didnt like her. he had claimed it was because she was new to the family and smurf didnt trust easy. she didnt question again.
obvious¡reader who.. clashed with smurf all throughout her teen years. they fought constantly, smurf would ban her from the house but she would come back anyways. smurf knew her sons loved her from early on, maybe thats why she hated her so much. obvious¡reader understood that, she knew smurf didnt want anyone ‘stealing’ her sons. unfortunately for her, she had already done. years ago.
obvious¡reader who.. keeps every small thing people give her. old birthday cards, notes, little gifts - she never throws them away. theyre all tucked safely in a drawer in her home, apart from everything pope ever gave her. thats kept in a small box under her bed. pope cody doesnt give gifts, not to anyone. she very quickly became the exception.
obvious¡reader who.. is very good at reading people. growing up around the codys, you have to be like that.
obvious¡reader who.. can not surf for the life of her, but likes to try. she will spend hours on the beach, drawing or just watching the boys surf. she likes to swim beside them during sunsets, laying on her back as they lay on their boards, planning the next heist or just shit talking smurf.
obvious¡reader who.. has always worn her feelings on her sleeve. one look at her with pope and everyone can tell, the love radiates off her. shes never been shy about showing that.
obvious¡reader who.. is the only girl pope cody has ever loved, and will ever love. he just needs to work up the courage to tell her
thank you for reading!! likes and reblogs are very welcome <333 im going to start posting for this series as soon as possible because i am overflowinggg with ideas for them
➳ series masterlist, coming soon!
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