Let Me Make You Feel Good
Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x fem!reader
summary: quick little one shot where you get your period in Pope's bed and he takes care of it, and then you by making your cramps go away by... you know how
contains: MDNI! very graphic and freaked out!¡ no use of y/n, afab!reader, established new relationship, use of pet names sweetheart & honey, descriptions of blood (menstrual), reader is on her period, detailed descriptions of period sex / unprotected piv sex, prone bone, pope taking care of you so good 🙂↕️ he also lowkey yaps a lot in this
wc: 2.6k ? (i tried to make this short i really did- its just not in my nature)
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You got your period all over your new boyfriend's bed.
It was truly a massacre.
You woke up under his sheets for only the second time since you've started dating, drenched in blood.
His comfortable, soft and fluffy bed, now ruined— white sheets and cool toned comforter no longer their original light colors. You had stained them crimson.
You then embarrassingly had to admit the incident to him over the phone. He came rushing home from his brothers house, with a box of tampons for you like the sweet man he is.
After he got you out of your ruined— and adorable— sleep set and sent you into his shower, he took off the dirty sheets and threw them in the wash, then replaced them with clean ones. He did it with professional precision— corners folded perfectly, not a crinkle in sight.
When you came out of the bathroom, you were defeated and embarrassed that your sexy, older new boyfriend had to clean up after you. You had hoped to keep the mystery alive for at least a little longer, but clealry that crashed and burned— and bled.
You had assumed he was grossed out by you now, that he wouldn't find you sexy anymore, but you were very surprised when that was not the case. Far from it actually. In reality, he wanted to help you feel better.
In any way that he could.
You close the bathroom door behind you and see Pope standing a few feet away, as if he had been waiting there the entire time.
His eyes roam over you, assessing to see if you are okay.
As you’re wrapped in his dark blue towel, you lean forward to reach for the tampon box in his hands right as a monster cramp tightens your uterus, sending pain throughout your whole abdomen. You wince, your body cringing and your face tightening inward with a sharp inhale of breath.
Andrews eyes widen, his auburn curls shake as his head recoils in alarm, “What’s wrong?”
You hug your lower belly tightly, hoping some compression will help the pain like how a weighted blanket does.
“Just- just cramps,” you weakly smile at him as you bring one of your hands to reach for the tampon box.
Before your arm is even fully extended, he pulls the cardboard square out of your reach, still looking shocked, and a little horrified.
You stare at his hand that yanks the tampons away from you, your eyes trace the veins that run along his knuckles and up his tanned arm that’s exposed from his t-shirt. His bicep looks extra large today and flexes under his movement.
You have to plant your feet on the wooden floor to stop yourself from stepping forward and taking a bite of the thick muscle.
Jesus- you forgot how horny you get on your period.
Usually your attraction to him is intense, but this is your first cycle since you’ve started dating. You decided to skip your last two months of periods just to avoid the hassle.
Apparently, this week you forgot to keep up with your birth control pills and avoid the next one.
As you stand in front of Andrew, you find yourself having to squeeze your thighs together as discretely as you can when you look at his handsome, freckled, face. You hope he doesn’t notice that you’re so turned on by just looking at him.
As you take in his crooked mouth, perfectly bumpy nose and crinkled eyes, you almost pant like a dog in heat. They’re just all so kissable—
“How can I help?” His voice anchors you into your unfortunately menstruating body as he responds. His hazel eyes scan your face, they’re filled with concern and it makes you smile softly.
“I took two advil, so hopefully that helps. What usually helps is pressure… I guess,” you say as stare at your bare feet, wondering if laying a refrigerator on top of your uterus is too intense.
Your cramps are truly so bad you’re that desperate.
Pope’s quiet for a second before replying, “What kind of pressure?”
You glance back up at him to reply and the breath is knocked out of you. His eyes are filled with an idea that— if you’re interpreting correctly— has your heart beating faster and your cheeks growing hot.
“Um…” you say a little breathlessly, “Just any kind of pressure on my- um, stomach. Like a weighted blanket or… something.”
He nods once, an intensity now painted on his pretty face, his hands twitch at his sides, thick fingers dancing with… anticipation? Nerves?
Before you can even try to decipher where he’s headed, another cramp overtakes you, twisting your insides with sharp stabbing pains.
You essentially fold in half and a whimper slips out of your mouth. Andrew drops the box on the ground and moves quickly, wrapping you in his arms to stop you from collapsing.
You welcome his embrace, clutching at his sides —probably gripping too hard due to the pain, but he doesn’t say anything as he rubs your back in small circles.
Your hands run up his muscular body and you have to bite your lip to hold in a moan.
What is wrong with you? Your boyfriend is comforting you sweetly and all you can think about is mounting him.
You enclose your arms around his strong neck, your face buries in the crook of it, your body mushed against his. Pope presses a light kiss to your freshly washed hair and you can’t help but inhale his scent, it’s a manly kind of wood and salty smell that warms your whole body— your legs go a little weak.
His hands grip onto your hips.
“Do you think…” he whispers into your ear in a low, cautious but suggestive voice, “that a different kind of pressure might help?”
God yes.
So, now here you are— with Andrew laying you down on his bed, flat on your stomach, him climbing over top of you.
You're both naked, him having discarded your towel— placing it under your bottom half on the bed to avoid more stains— then he let you undress him as you ran your lips all over the muscular planes of his hard, freckle covered chest and arms.
Eventually, he had convinced you that he could never be grossed out by you, and in fact, was still turned on by the idea of fucking you even after you bled all over the place. So turned on, in fact, that he was the one who decided not to use a condom.
He had asked you how you wanted him and all you could whimper was, “I need to feel close to you- Please.”
He makes sure not to crush you as he comes down on top of you, one arm is braced palm side up the bed so you can intertwine your fingers with his, and the other wrapped under your neck lightly, keeping your head turned to the side so you can look back at him.
You steal a glance at him when he’s settled to see that his tongue is poked out over his bottom lip, as his dilated eyes stares at your backside with a heady need that makes you squirm.
“Relax, sweetheart," He reaches down to mumble into the soft skin of your shoulder as he uses his knees to part your legs. "Let me make you feel good."
You nod, your face pressed sideways into the mattress.
Once he has your legs parted and pinned under his own, he presses his hefty chest into your back. His bare, hard dick taps against your entrance and a shiver of anticipation rolls through you.
Every touch is heightened due to the sensitivity of your body from your period. His breath and his solid frame above you feel like the greatest weighted blanket you could ever dream up.
Pope's forehead presses against the top of your spine, when you feel his tongue poke out and touch your skin, you realize he's licking his lips as he watches himself push inside of you.
He enters you in a slow, gentle thrust, spreading your legs even further apart to make room for him. He slides in easier than normal due to the slickness your blood provides. His hand tightens around yours next to your head as he groans.
A breathy moan slips from your lips as he penetrates through your achy walls. The stretch of him inside you, combined with your already tender hole has it sounding somewhere between pain and pleasure.
He stops when he hears it, his breathing already labored, stomach rising and falling on your back, "Are- are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Somehow, him stilled is even more filling than his initial thrust. His heavy dick is unmoving, pressing towards the front of inside you, making you feel what is the usual dull throbbing from his size, very harshly.
You feel your cheeks heat and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, you take an uneven breath to try and push through your sensitivity.
Pope uses his hand thats wrapped under your neck to turn your face towards him fully, "Look at me."
His raspy breath that fans your ear keeps you too overstimulated to do so. All you can do is hum in response.
He uses his opposite hand to squeeze yours where they're connected. The constriction manages to ground you a bit, you squeeze his in response and open your eyes, half lidded, to look at him over your shoulder.
"There she is," he sighs in genuine relief while his face relaxes, as if he truly thought he had hurt you badly. "How do you feel, sweetheart?"
He is still paused inside of you, tortuously so.
"I feel- full and... s-sensitive," It comes out as a hesitant whisper, like if you were to talk normally the slowly fading ache would turn into full on pain.
"In a good way?" His voice is dripping in concern and his brows are furrowed. "Im not hurting you, right?"
You involuntarily tense around him, causing him to hiss through his teeth at the clench. He starts to shake above you and you know its from restraint.
You should tell him that you just need to get fully adjusted to this new sensation and that he's not hurting you.
However, you're currently feeling every detail of him inside you as he trembles. His veins that are rubbing your walls, the wide head of him that falls on a sore spot you didn't even know existed, the heat from him that’s warming you from the inside out.
Your eyes flutter shut and Pope panics, "You have to say something, honey, because you're squeezing me real tight and I'm about to lose it here." The words come out painfully strained, spoken through gritted teeth, “We can stop- tell me to stop and I will."
The thought of him stopping has you finally speaking up in a tinny whine, "Don't stop... you feel s-so good. Please move in me."
His sigh of relief hits your skin and goosebumps spread across your body.
He pulls out— only halfway to ease you into it— you feel a distinct trickle of blood roll down your thigh, but before you can even be embarrassed, Andrew slowly pushes back inside you, filling you up.
The harsh feeling at your opening completely disappears, and a tingly, enjoyable one replaces it, your back arches against him, creating a new angle that causes him to somehow go even further.
You moan louder this time, all pleasure now, no pain. The sound hits Andrews ears and he groans in satisfaction at your verbal enjoyment.
He leans down and kisses your neck and shoulder as he keeps his thrusts slow, but makes sure to push deep inside you each time.
You try and steady your breath as you feel his cock brush your innermost sensitive spot with every languid plunge.
You immediately start to be flushed with pleasure at your hard nipples dragging on the sheets, Pope's open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck, and his firm, muscular body crushing you as one of his hands squeezes yours with each thrust.
“I feel so close to you. Y-you feel like heaven,” he chokes out in disbelief against your skin.
You hear the wet noises your body is making as it takes him continually, and your free hand curls into the sheets beside you.
"Kiss me please," Is all you can moan to stop from screaming at the intense fuzzy pleasure that overtakes your body.
His lips are on yours immediately, he hums as he pushes his skilled tongue into your mouth, it slides over yours and a cry sounds from your throat.
He kisses you like it’s his one true purpose in life when you whine for more, hungrily moving his firm lips against yours.
You're pressed so far into the mattress with his weight on top of you, that it feels like there is nowhere for his bulky dick to go. It’s just unhurriedly pumping inside of you— barely fitting— intoxicatingly so, expelling thoughts from your brain and pooling warmth into your stomach.
Every move Andrew makes has more fluids spread between you, you feel it drip down your thighs and onto his pelvis, making a mess of you both.
You think of what the scene must look like, how carnal and intimate it must be— you cant stop yourself from breaking off your kiss and whimpering into the sheets.
His pace finally picks up at your undeniably reassuring noises, and he pants into your ear, "Is that good sweetheart? Am I making you feel good? Yeah? Am I?"
His arm tightens around your neck slightly, as if he can’t control the need to pull you closer, broad muscles tensing with the movement.
"Y-yes, so good. Too good. Too much, Andy", The nickname that you've never used before slips out of your mouth without even noticing it, but Andrew does. His whole body twitches with excitement.
"Fuck- You can take it," He rasps amorously.
You nod in eager agreement, as you feel yourself turn into a live wire, sensitive and hot all over.
"You're the best I'll ever have. Best I'll ever feel," He continues to tell you through groans as his thick size thrusts against the front of your soft walls so perfectly.
The euphoric sensation built from his fixed repetition has tears stream down your face as you moan with abandon. Pope immediately kisses them off your cheeks.
"Can I cum inside you? Please?" He begs pathetically into your jaw and the sound is so desperate and wanting, that you physically cant do anything besides say “Oh God Yes. Yes.”
"Need you to cum too sweetheart," his tone is determined and so are his movements as he moves a knee to drag your shaking leg up and out to the side.
He takes his hand out from under your neck and places it on the mattress, raising his upper body as much as he can, twisting sideways slightly and fucks you harder than he ever has.
The orgasm rips through your body with such force that you wouldn't be surprised if all your nerve endings had just exploded. There is no build up or warning— just white hot pleasure that bursts behind your eyes that are still leaking tears, and throbs through you unforgivingly, all the way down to your curled toes.
Your whole body quivers, you clutch at the sheets and you yell Andrews name, along with some explicit praises as you pulse around him. His thrusts stay powerful and consistent until he tumbles over the edge too.
He's whimpering and exhaling shaky breaths as he spills into you with your name sounding like prayer on his lips. He collapses down onto your back when he’s emptied, his heaving, sweaty body pressing you into the mattress once more.
With his cheek nuzzled against your face, both of your heads stay sideways, his stacked on top of yours. You’re both breathing heavily and completely slack.
You can barely think, can barely even move— you're actually not quite sure you're even in your body until you feel Pope's meaty palm squeeze yours. You now realize that he never once let go of your hand.
Your fingers had been intertwined the whole time.
The thought has mini, content-filled aftershocks flow through you.
As he rests on top of you, you don’t feel a single cramp or twinge of pain in your body.
"Andrew?" You whisper, your cheek rubbing his as you do.
"Yeah?"
"I feel much better, thank you." You bite your lip in a smile.
He chuckles, his whole frame moving above you as he does. He turns his face and presses a kiss to your lips, mumbling against them,
"Glad I could help, honey."
authors note: IM BACK BABY ¡! this is how I think pope would take care of you on your period 😏 (aka no “baby” because sm*rf trauma and he would make sure you are okay the whole time) I tried to cut down on the build up this time and get right into it for y'all so if you like this please lmk because I will drop more
holy shit.
