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Mar 18

i've been sick and tired of running, chasing all of the flashing lights.

pairing: andrew cody x f!reader

warnings: some fluff, age gap, smut - soft dom!andrew, daddy kink, unprotected sex, anal play (f!receiving), oral (m and f!receiving), semi-public stuff (but that’s normal for these horndogs atp)

summary: the apocalypse. and also, andrew discovers something new about himself.

w/c: 10.9k

a/n: ugh, i finally put this chapter together, but it was quite a struggle lol. i also found out that i actually couldn't fit everything that i wanted in here, which was pretty shocking, so i hope to include it in the next part. i hope you enjoy!!! <3

read: part 1 and part 2

Lena was a fun kid. Quiet at first, but once she got to know you, she was as loud as they got. You’d never met a kid that hated bubblegum ice cream and loved butter pecan, or a kid that used VPN to watch German TV shows. Like, what the hell? She was so excited to show you, too, even bringing her tablet along on a trip and begging you to sit in the back seat of the car, just to make you watch with her. Andrew just offered you a shrug, lips quirked into a lopsided smile, and you couldn’t say no to Lena even if you wanted to. Honestly, her weird taste actually made you curious.

You got used to spending quite a lot of time with her, even helping with her math homework or teaching her how to play tennis. You found your old tennis racquet, back from when you were a kid and gave it to her. Well, you gave it to Andrew, because he was a little hesitant about his brother knowing about it, and generally about the time you spent with Lena, but you still received the warmest hug from her.

When Andrew admitted to being good at skateboarding and surfing, you just incredulously stared at him, almost scolding him for not teaching either of those skills to Lena yet. Of course, it was primarily her father’s job, and Andrew was new to all of this, having become involved in Lena’s upbringing only recently, but that girl needed some hobbies, and her father was doing a bad job at introducing them to her.

In all honesty, you admired Andrew’s interest in his niece and her well-being, and you almost wished that he was her father, because that girl deserved nothing less than the care she received from Andrew.

“Your brother is an asshole,” you mused out loud while keeping an eye on Lena from the quilted blanket spread out on the sand as she built another tower for her sandcastle near the shore.

Andrew paused, eye twitching under his Ray Bans as he rubbed his chin against his shoulder. “He’s not.”

You lolled your head against the backpack you were using as a pillow, raising your eyebrows at him.

“He is. Great A, on top of that. Don’t pretend like he doesn’t piss you off, too.”

“It’s really not my place to judge him. I’m an asshole, too, you know. Maybe even something worse. So that would make me an asshole and a hypocrite.”

You reached for him, hand creeping under his shirt and stroking the skin just above the waistband of his shorts, bringing his attention to you.

“You’re not an asshole. Not like him.”

It was his turn to raise his eyebrows, a hint of an amused smile appearing on his face.

“I think you’re a little biased.”

“Why, because I’m fucking you? Or because my parents are assholes?”

“Both.”

After Lena got bored, she joined you on the blanket, asking you to play X marks the spot as Andrew helped her into her shirt to avoid sunburn. She loved that game, and it was a guaranteed trick to make kids tired or at least pacified for couple of minutes.

“I still don’t get it. Who would want spiders crawling on their back?” Andrew asked in a rough voice, sunglasses shifting on the bridge of his nose from the way his face scrunched up in confusion and probably disgust.

“They’re not real spiders, Uncle Pope.”

Uncle Pope. When you first heard her calling him that, you just quirked an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t explain himself until you two were alone. You told him then that you were starting to think that he had truly been created just for you.

You threw him a smirk. “Yeah, Uncle Pope. And what if they were? Are you saying you’re scared of little spiders?” You outstretched your arm, tickling his face with your fingers and making Lena laugh. Honestly, you just found it humorous, taunting a guy like Andrew for fearing any kind of animal when he would literally cut himself and worse before he’d let anything happen to you.

Andrew caught your wrist and squeezed, giving it a discreet tug. A warning. He hated it when you called him Pope.

He watched your fingers dance on Lena’s small back as you recited several different rhymes in a soft voice, and when the girl turned around and saw her uncle’s yet another confused expression, she shuffled behind his back with a roll of her eyes and a let me show you, Uncle Pope.

You didn’t even try to hold back the smile that formed on your face as you watched her situate herself high on her knees, allowing her to reach Andrew’s shoulders before she started cracking an imaginary egg on his head.

Andrew’s expression didn’t really change, and okay, maybe it was because Lena rushed it a little bit, but you did notice that he shivered a couple of times when her tiny digits tickled the skin above the neckline of his shirt.

“See? Isn’t it nice?” Lena asked and Andrew reluctantly agreed, but he wasn’t really that convinced, and it made you huff out a small laugh.

Later, he dropped you off at your house, because he was staying with Lena that night, and you missed him almost instantly. You felt quite pathetic about it, and the fact that you felt inclined to send him a text right away didn’t help your case. In the message, you admitted to that desperate feeling and told him that you were going to think of him as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

Andrew: I would’ve fucked you on the beach if Lena wasn’t there.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. It was going to be a while before you got into bed, so you were probably going to try to get yourself off in the shower. Not that you got any better at making yourself cum on your own, but you still gave it a shot from time to time.

You: How would you fuck me?

Andrew: I would make you ride me first. So everyone could see how desperate you are for it, but more importantly, how inept you are to take what you want. And once your body got all weak and tired, easy to throw around, I’d fuck you into the sand. Your body would be imprinted in it. Would you like that?

You: Yes.

You double texted when he didn’t reply.

You: Do you want me to send you a video of me fucking myself?

Three dots appeared, then disappeared before appearing again.

Andrew: No. If the police ever arrest me and get a warrant, I don’t want them to see you. That beautiful, little pussy is for my eyes only.

Andrew: Gotta go. We’re making semolina porridge. I miss you, too.

Fuck. You hated not being with him. You became so attached that just the mere thought of you two being separated was pulling you into a state of wretchedness.

Sneaking around was fun at the beginning. Now, it was preventing you from spending time with him in instances where you could easily walk up to him and kiss him if the circumstances were different, and it was starting to drain you. Your feelings for Andrew were only growing, you adored him, and you became obsessed with the way he appreciated you. You’d never felt that for or from anyone before, and you refused to give that up.

The more you thought about it, the more anxious you became. About the relationship, about school, about your whole future. It started eating at your brain, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the church people started to get suspicious and talk, despite the good relationships that you tried to maintain with just about everyone.

Sure, everybody felt some sort of apprehension towards you when your aunt made you join the group, looking down on you and throwing disapproving glances your way, be it because of your wardrobe or your opinions. But you had good manners, and you never even tried to be insolent.

However, the closest relationship you had was with Amy and Andrew. The rest of the people were essentially still strangers, colleagues at best, which meant that there was no obligation to stay loyal to each other. Spreading gossip wasn’t exclusive to nonreligious people, and it wouldn’t be shocking if your aunt had become part of the gossip chain. Probably the end of it, because people knowing that you were dating an ex-con would be a great calamity in her world, despite her alleged belief in forgiveness.

You weren’t stupid, of course she would eventually find out, because you weren’t planning on ending your relationship anytime soon, certainly not for your aunt. And if you were to tell the gospel truth, it’s not like you and Andrew were being exactly cunning either. You two were becoming more and more careless.

All this obsessing over your situation led to several sleepless nights. You started to overthink; you had been clenching your jaw too much and had been waking up with a bitten tongue. Paradoxically, it started happening at the time when Andrew’s sleep started to get better. (Yes, it was because you tried the rhymes on him one time, straddling his butt and tracing your fingers over his broad back, and miraculously, he fell asleep almost immediately. Since then, you were always the second one to fall asleep when you were together).

On one of those nights, it felt like you were going to lose your mind if you didn’t do something. So, as quietly as possible, because Andrew was still a light sleeper, you found your laptop and applied to a bunch of different positions. That put you at ease, at least momentarily.

You kind of panicked after that, and then it became like a chain reaction, with you feeling like you needed to make more sacrifices. One particular sacrifice didn’t go unnoticed by Andrew when he picked you up for a dinner date, and you just spat it out.

“You sold your clothes?” Andrew asked, an edge to his voice as he tried to follow the road ahead.

“Some, yeah.”

“Why?”

You explained to him that you were just thinking ahead – about your future and the consequences of you leaving the church, about your aunt cutting you off, preparing yourself for the ultimatum she was going to give you. You also made yourself very clear that when it came to that, you were choosing him.

“Why didn’t you come to me before you did that? I will pay for your college.”

You snorted.

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to worry about it. You know I have the money, and I’ll have more soon.”

“What does that even mean? And how would that work exactly? Are you gonna be my sugar daddy from now on?”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“It wouldn’t be a transaction. I wouldn’t want anything for it.”

“That’s because you’re already getting it,” you said with a snicker, but he only glowered.

“First, it’s selling your shit, next you’re gonna be wiping down piss and vomit in some filthy bar.”

His head snapped to you when you stayed silent.

“Jesus Christ. No fucking way, you’re not gonna work at a bar!”

“It’s not a bar, it’s a diner. Just a small dishwasher gig with some occasional food service, and it’s temporary. I already wrote to my professor about a research assistant position at school.”

You just wanted a head-start.

“Why didn’t you run it by me first?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll make sure to ask for permission next time I make decisions about my own life.”

His jaw ticked, and his legs shifted.

“I’m really not in the mood for you to be a brat. Not right now,” he said after a few quiet seconds.

“Why?”

“I’m just not.”

You must have really hit a nerve, because any other day, he would have already turned the car around and had you bent over his knee as soon as you crossed the threshold of his apartment.

You didn’t talk about it for the rest of the date and Andrew didn’t fuck you that night. Or the next one. He was weird about it too; he barely even touched you, even flinching when you tried to initiate something. It broke your heart that you were making him feel that way after such a long way, so you chose to avoid any physical interaction that might evoke such a reaction. You weren’t going to sabotage yourself like that.

Did you really piss him off that much?

You didn’t want to be petty, but him not fucking you made you frustrated, so much that you even talked to the pastor when he approached you after Sunday morning’s service.

No, not about Andrew withholding sex. You didn’t say anything specific, really, but you needed to get the tension off your chest, the anxiety that came with job hunting and finally building your own life.

Pastor Brian was there just to listen with no hints of judgement in his eyes or tone, which you appreciated, but you supposed that was in his job description, so you tried not to put any value on it.

That same evening after Bible study, you found yourself in the storage room, checking on some of the merchandise for the mission drive when Andrew practically ambushed you.

“What are you still doing here?” you asked when you twisted your head at the indistinct sound, finding him leaned against the door frame.

“I just wanted to see you,” he drawled out, closing the door behind him when he fully entered.

“Right.”

Quietly, he walked up behind you, eliciting a gasp from you when you bumped into him as you turned around.

“Please, don’t take the diner job. Please.”

You sighed, grabbing another packed shirt from one of the boxes to move it into another. “Andrew, we discussed this. I already took it anyways.”

You moved to face the shelves again, but his hands squeezed your upper arms firmly, keeping you from turning your back on him as his eyes bore into yours.

“You know what I mean. Let me take care of you,” he rasped out before leaning down and kissing you.

“No,” you croaked against his lips and pulled away before you got too caught up in the feeling of his lips against yours. Seriously, he hadn’t kissed you in days, and this was like entering a dangerous territory. “I don’t want to be dependent on anyone anymore. Look where that got me the first time around.”

“This is different.”

“It’s easy for you to say!” you exclaimed, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline. Andrew didn’t stop you from turning around this time, letting you get back to your task, but you continued with your argument as you organized the shirts. “You’re always going to be the one in control and I’m always going to owe you something.”

Suddenly, you felt his body press up against you, his hands landing on your hips and his lips brushing against your ear.

“I thought you liked me being in control.”

“Oh, so, now you want to have sex? You always say I’m the brat, but you throw a whole tantrum just because I find myself a job.”

“Not because you found a job. Or because you sold your clothes, which, by the way, really pissed me off and I will punish you for it. But it’s not the reason why I was…distant.”

“Then why?”

“Because you make me feel like I’m sick in the head,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he inhaled sharply. “And daddy doesn’t know what to do about it. I don’t know what to do with you.”

Oh. Oh. You swallowed, hard, licking your suddenly dry lips. That’s what it was about?

“Any suggestions?”

You finally relaxed into him, letting yourself get enveloped in his scent and warmth that you longed for.

“I think you should sneak into my house and fuck me in my room, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Right above my parents’ bedroom. I don’t think we should lock the door either. Let them find out and see who’s really taking care of their daughter.”

“Or,” he rasped out, his fingers slipped to the button of your jeans. “I could fuck you right here.”

It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over you, and you pulled yourself out of you trance, panicking when he flicked the button through the hole, your hand shooting down to stop him from advancing further.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, but before you even finished that sentence, he was unzipping your pants, your hold doing absolutely nothing against his strength. “Andrew!”

Up until now, you ignored the fact that anybody could walk in, including your aunt, but you weren’t ready for her to find out this way.

“Say you’ll quit the job, and I’ll stop.”

What the fuck? Was this his whole plan all along? You scoffed.

“No.”

“Your choice then.” And then his hand disappeared under the band of your panties. He tsked at the limited space. “I really fucking miss your skirts, you know,” he purred, nipping at the shell of your ear. “Did you even think about me when you sold them? How I’d lose all the easy access to your pretty pussy, hm?”

You swallowed down the moan when his finger slid between your folds.

“As a matter of fact, I did think about you. You were the reason why I sold all those clothes in the first place. Don’t your remember, daddy?”

“If you were smart enough to discuss it with me, you could have the money, you could still be wearing one of your pretty skirts, and daddy could be eating you out right now. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“No.”

“No? Why are you so wet then? Do you just like the idea of the security guard watching us right now?” Your eyes flicked to the upper corner of the room. “Hm? I think I’m gonna go ask for the footage, too, right before I beat the shit out of him for being a fucking creep.”

More wetness gushed out of you at Andrew’s words, and you hated it. In that moment, you hated that the adoration and lust were always going to quell any sort of negative emotion you’d occasionally hold towards him. You did want to be petty, after all. You wanted to say no, just to make him feel what you’d felt the past couple of days. But his fingers gliding over your sensitive clit felt so goddamn good.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, daddy. Not here.”

Well, that was pathetic. You didn’t even convince yourself.

“Will you quit the job?”

“No.”

“Then I won’t stop until you say you will.”

You angled your head, exposing your neck to him as Andrew’s lips brushed against your skin. He teased your opening with his fingertip, just barely slipping inside. It made you buck your hips against him, trying to find some sort of friction, but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted if you weren’t willing to do the same.

“Daddy, I can’t.”

He pulled his hand out of your panties and fisted the front of the garment. He tugged upwards, the cloth sinking between your pussy lips and cutting into your throbbing clit.

“You can. You’re my good little girl, aren’t you? So loyal. So good at following directions. Most of the time, anyway,” he added. “Don’t you want to be good for daddy anymore?”

“I do,” you whined, cunt clenching around nothing before he let go of your panties and his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing circles against the puffy bundle.

“Then come on. Say you’ll let daddy take care of you like you deserve. I’m not asking for much, am I? I just want to make my girl happy.”

You shook your head, your hand covering his as he got you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Andrew, I’m serious. I can’t.”

He sucked in a breath, stopping his motions and yanking you away from your release, his hand staying in your underwear. “You’re lucky you’re wearing pants, because I would spank your pussy so hard that you wouldn’t want me to touch you for weeks. Let’s try again.” Andrew slipped his fingers into your hole, as deep as he could from the inconvenient angle and with the space provided. He hooked them inside of you while his thumb pressed against your clit.

He brought you to the brink a couple more times, edging you until you were squirming against him and having a hard time keeping your voice down. He was pushing you towards another one, but you were physically hurting, and you didn’t think you could handle another ruined orgasm.

“Just say it. Come on. I know you want to be good for me.”

“Okay! I’ll call the diner. I’ll tell them I changed my mind.”

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he grunted, kissing the side of your face before speeding up the movements of his fingers, and rubbing his palm against your clit, finally drawing the first orgasm in days from you. He brought the fingers to his lips, sucking your cum off them and humming at the taste. “Fucking delicious. I think I was seriously strung out.”

“And whose fault is that?” you grumbled, zipping your pants and turning around to face him.

He was gazing down at you, with a look that wouldn’t give you the slightest impression that he just fingered someone. It was the look he had been giving you since the first time he complimented your clothes, that soft smile and hooded eyes, as if being around you turned him into mush. You liked to think that you were looking at him the same way.

“Are you mad?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if mad is the right word.”

Your eyes wandered to the blinking light in the corner of the room. Andrew didn’t even have to follow your gaze to know what was going through your head, he just cupped your cheek and reconnected your eyes with his.

“The guard is making rounds,” he reassured you, looking down at his watch. “You took a little longer than I expected. Another five minutes and he would get an eyeful.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you lowered your gaze to your feet.

“Hey. If you want to work, that’s fine. I won’t stop you. Just… not the diner. Wait until you find something more decent.”

“Is that what it’s about? You just don’t want to date a waitress?”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s a truck stop. I assume you’d work weekends, right? So that’d be around 1,500 daily visitors. On a good shift, you’d be looking at 5 to 10 creepy assholes a day. I did a background check on the owner. Over the past month, he’d hired three different waitresses, and each one had quit within less than a week. Not to mention, he has a record.”

“So do you.”

Andrew tipped his head to the side, mouth forming a tight line and revealing the dimples in his cheeks. Now you were just being annoying. Mostly because you knew that he was presenting you with pretty compelling arguments.

“Do you want me to go to prison? Because as soon as someone even looks at you wrong, I’ll kill them. I will.” He was serious. But you didn’t know what to do. “We have time to figure it out, okay? But let me help you. Your aunt doesn’t know–”

“She’s suspicious–”

“She’s not certain. So, until she is, let’s not worry about it. And when she decides to do something stupid, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m not.”

“Okay.”

“What about now? Still mad?”

“Kinda, yeah. You haven’t fucked me in four days.”

“And those days are just going to keep adding up if you don’t quit acting like a brat.”

“You love it when I’m a brat.”

His eyes followed the pad of his thumb tug on the plush of your lower lip.

“I really do.”

You smiled, all embarrassing and lovey-dovey, because that’s how you really felt. Neither of you had said that you loved each other, but you thought you loved him. You were pretty sure that the cupid struck the bullseye of your heart and the love arrow was stuck there forever.

But you didn’t even have time to dwell on it, because suddenly, the door opened, revealing the guard as he entered to check the room.

“Everything alright in here?”

Without hesitation, you bent over for another shirt, pretending like the lack of space between you and Andrew wasn’t weird.

“Yeah, we’re just organizing the merch,” you said with a somewhat exasperated voice.

“Mess like always?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “I don’t see why it’s such a huge problem to pack the shirts by color.”

“Well, take it easy. See you around.”

“See ya.”

Andrew just shot you an amused look and when he made sure you didn’t need any help, he told you he’d wait in the car.

A few days later, soon after you showered and plopped yourself face down on the bed with a book in your hands, you were interrupted by a knock on your door, causing your brows to pinch together.

“Yeah?”

You heard the sound of the door opening, and then closing immediately, which finally forced you to turn around. You gasped when you saw Andrew walking strutting further into the room you. Was he fucking insane? Or were you?

You jumped to your feet, passing him without even saying hi. You opened the door, sticking your head out and scanning the hallways, searching for your parents and trying to figure out if somebody possibly saw him before you closed the door again and leaned your back against it.

“Andrew, what the fuck are you doing here?”

He just threw you a look over his shoulder as he moved around the room, taking in the closet with sliding mirror doors, the messy desk scattered with school books and notebooks (which earned you a disapproving shake of his head), the home-made poster from your high-school friend and the bulletin board with cinema tickets, postcards and other memorabilia. When he reached your window, he closed the blinds.

“I really hope you change in the bathroom. I could see into your room from miles away.”

“Andrew. Did somebody see you?” you asked, hoping the stern tone would get him to calm your nerves.

He sighed, walking in your direction until he stopped before you, tugging on the hair framing your face before he cupped your face and stroked the skin of your cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned down to lock your lips, your head thudding softly against the wood as he pressed against you. You instantly melted into the kiss.

You chased after him when he pulled away, but the hands on your face stopped you.

“Yeah. I made a stop in your parents’ bedroom to personally let them know that I’m heading upstairs to fuck their daughter.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest. “Be serious.”

“You told me to sneak into your room and fuck you. But I’m not a fucking teenager and I’ve been robbing banks my whole life. Among other things. Breaking into a nuclear family’s house is child’s play.”

“You got caught, though,” you said in a mocking tone.

“That was for my brother. I’d risk getting caught for you, too.”

“Romantic.” You meant to be sarcastic, even rolling your eyes at his words, but the dopey smile growing on your face betrayed you and you had to tilt your head down. Fuck, you really were a goner.

Andrew didn’t let you hide, though, his index tipping your chin forward. “When did you get so shy all of a sudden?”

You knew when, you knew why, but you weren’t going to tell him. Not yet. For now, you decided to hold your head high, looping your arms around his neck.

“I don’t know,” you said, still with that big-ass grin. “But I’d never let you go to prison because of me. Or for me.”

He didn’t pry, instead happily settling with kissing you again. That’s the reason why he came after all. You eagerly reciprocated, pressing yourself against him, your already hard nipples rubbing against his front. Andrew only deepened the kiss, bending his knees and sliding his hands down to the undersides of your ass before picking you up. You linked your legs at the small of his back and let yourself be carried to your bed.

He sat on the edge of the mattress with you straddling him, his hands falling to your bare thighs and skimming over your calves before they sneaked under your tank top and to your breast, pinching and fondling wherever he could. The smacking of your lips was loud in the otherwise quiet room, occasionally accompanied by your moans when he tugged too hard on your tits. It made you grind against him more forcefully, causing him to break the kiss as he smiled at you, biting his lip at your reaction.

“I really love kissing you,” he said.

“Yeah? What else do you love, daddy?”

You felt his cock twitch beneath your center and he tugged on the hem of your top, baring your upper body to him.

“I love feeling your body pressed against mine,” he said, his thick forearm pressing against your back as he guided you towards his face, catching your nipple into his mouth.

“Mhm,” you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue rolling over your stiff peak before your fingers tangled themselves in his curls, detaching him from your breast only to bring his lips to your mouth again.

When you pulled away, he spoke again.

“I love the way you look at me. The way you smile at me. Like you love it, too.”

“I do.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a nod, and you copied the movement, connecting your open mouths into a sloppier kiss, tongues tangling together and tasting each other as you exchanged air from each other’s lungs.

When you pulled apart, he returned his mouth to your other breast, teasing the nub with his teeth, scraping them against the pebbled skin before opening his mouth wider and taking in as much of your flesh as he could, sucking and moving his tongue in circles.

You were absolutely soaking through your shorts, right against the bulge in pants as you rubbed yourself over him. A moan ripped through your vocal cords and you threw your head back when he gave a hard suck before releasing your breast with a pop. Andrew let his tongue trail upwards, licking at your chest, right over the cross that shone right under the hollow of your neck, dragging up the length of your throat and finally catching your lips as you straightened your head again.

You curled your fingers into his hair and gave a gentle pull, swallowing a deep growl that formed in the back of his throat. Your other hand squeezed his shoulder, bunching the material of his shirt into your fist as he nipped at your lip. You tugged, lips separating and your hands coming to work on opening his shirt. But you were impatient, so you undid just the top few buttons to make a big enough hole to pull the shirt over his head, probably creating wrinkles as you threw it carelessly on the chair.

Feeling his skin against yours made your body feel like it was lit on fire. Every single receptor reacting to the signals and initiating a cascade of reactions, sending tingles through the neurons and whole way up to into your brain. He was so warm and soft despite the occasional raised skin of his scars here and there. You loved every single one of them, always dotting them with kisses like you did with his freckles. It never failed to make him hard, even when they were meant to be innocent. Well, your intentions had never been innocent since the moment you found out, and you actually used it to your advantage sometimes. It was just too easy.

You leaned down, latching your lips to the skin of his jawline, trailing down and peppering small kisses over the column of his neck, nose bumping against his skin all the way down to his peck. You sucked the skin just under his collarbone, leaving behind a purple love bite. You proceeded lower, climbing off his lap and taking off your shorts in the process before your knees hit the floor, ass resting on the heels of your feet. Your hands went to work on his belt while his middle finger removed the stray hair from your face, following your hairline and tugging it behind your ear.

You were too cute to be on your knees like this, in this particular context, but Andrew would pay anything to have this image engraved in his brain. He always wanted to remember the sight of you sucking his cock, looking like you didn’t even want him for anything else.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?”

“Of course you can, baby girl.”

You shivered at the new nickname. Before Andrew, you’d always cringed at pet names, mostly because it never sounded right from the person saying them. You had been called a baby, a princess, a doll, a cutie (you absolutely hated that one) and then some more colorful ones, but in every case, it always felt unnatural, forced. Never felt right. You would, without a second though, let Andrew call you anything he wished.

You licked the underside of his shaft, flat tongue following the path of the veins until you reached his sensitive head. Your lips wrapped around him, giving small suckles before repeating the whole series of motions a couple more times. Your came to play with his balls as you opened your mouth wider and took him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks and making him moan. You stopped caring that your parents were sleeping downstairs the moment he touched you, and even if you did care, Andrew seemingly didn’t.

That sick part of you actually kind of wished they came up. You wanted them to see that you were choking down a cock of a man who was closer to their age than your own. You wanted them to know that you were being taken care of, that someone was doing a hell of a better job than they were just by using your body for his own pleasure. You wanted your father to hear what you called Andrew.

“Easy,” he said in a gentle voice, a little out of breath, but still firm enough to get you out of your head and stop the aimless and haphazard efforts of your mouth. “Touch your pussy.”

You immediately brought your hand between your legs.

“No. From behind. Use your other hand to spread your ass.”

You shifted on your knees and reached behind you, teasing your hole with your fingertips. You were definitely dripping on the floor, you knew it as soon as you touched yourself, your finger instantly coated in your slick.

You watched his face lift up, his eyes zeroing in on something behind you, and then your realized that thanks to your mirror closet, Andrew was provided with an exclusive view of your arched back, the curve of your ass and your fingers playing with your cunt.

“Yeah,” he said, biting his lip before his eyes darted back to your face.

He brought his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and guiding your mouth down his cock, meanwhile you took that opportunity to focus on the movement of your hips, angling them to allow your fingers to reach all the right spots.

“Look at me.”

You did, eyeballs rolling up with his cock nestled deep in your throat and your vision blurred, eyebrows furrowed as you forced yourself not to gag and your eyes to stay open. He held the eye contact, jaw clenching as he pushed on the back of your head just a little bit more until you gurgled around him, your eyelids fluttering to relieve the burning in your eyes, tears escaping from the corners.

Andrew released you then, freeing his cock from the constriction of your throat and letting it bounce against his stomach as you gasped for air. He caught the strings of saliva in his palm and spread it across your lips, chin and jaw, using the knuckles of his other hand to wipe the salty beads from your cheeks. You cleared your throat before he leaned down, licking into your mouth and tasting his precum on your tongue, noses squishing against each other.

He took off the rest of his clothes and swapped places with you, sitting on the floor with his back supported by the bed as he leaned his head back against the mattress, pupils dark and wide as he stared up at you.

“Sit on my face.”

“What?”

Andrew was already reaching for your hand when he saw your foot take a step back on instinct, his free hand fisting his cock. He was not going to let you shy away from this.

“I want you to ride my face. I won’t repeat myself.”

Commands and ultimatums from him always made you move faster. You were so desperate to please him that you almost didn’t have time and space in your head to be insecure. You moved closer but stopped right in front of him, uncertainty overdriving you again.

“…How?”

His fingers curled around the back of your knee, pulling you in. “Kneel on the bed, straddle my face. Facing the headboard.”

You situated yourself on the bed according to his instructions, knees sinking into the mattress with your glistening pussy hovering above his face.

“Scoot back a little.” You did, but with a fucking embarrassment coursing through your veins, ankles framing his neck and feet resting against his shoulders, hanging over his clavicles. “That’s it, such a good girl.”

You felt his hot breath hit your wet folds, his hands gently caressing your feet and your thighs before one of them pushed against the small of your back and you landed right onto his face. His hot tongue swiped through your slit, collecting all your wetness that you released and adding some of his own. The familiar feeling made you relax your abs and glutes, allowing your body to slacken against his mouth as you braced yourself against the bed with one arm while you brought your free hand to your breast, squeezing in sync with his tongue flicking against your clit.

You moaned when he wrapped his lips around the nub and shook his head from side to side, his stubble chafing the skin of your inner thighs. You let go of your tit, hand falling to his head and fingers grasping his dark curls as your hips tilted. Andrew’s hands helped you move, groping the flesh of your ass and guiding your hips. He wanted your pussy to rub all over his face, he wanted the remnants of your cunt to cover his mouth, chin and nose. He wanted to completely drown in it.

When you got a hang of it, he laid his tongue flat against his chin and you concentrated on following the length of the muscle, his hands falling to your ankles as your pussy skated on his tongue.

You shifted a bit, using the hand that was digging into the mattress to pull the skin of your cunt upwards, exposing your throbbing clit to more intense friction. Andrew took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you all the way down, squishing your pussy against his face. He caught the sensitive bundle between his lips and sucked, the hums sending tingles through your body and making you wail. Your nails dug into his scalp and your stomach twitched, pussy clenching around nothing as more arousal poured out of you, covering Andrew’s prodding chin.

Your eyes fell shut, teeth catching your lower lip as you focused on the tension in your stomach, and with a few more sucks from Andrew and the roll of his tongue against your clit, you came into his mouth. He didn’t untangle his arms from around your twitching body until he lapped up every single drop from your squelching pussy.

He tugged on your ankles then, so hard that you almost lost balance and fell, but he caught you and helped you stay on your feet between his spread thighs. He turned you around, wrapping an arm around the front of your thighs before he sat you on his face again. You gripped the edge of the mattress when he stuck his tongue into your hole and fucked you with it, the stiff muscle plunging in and out in swift motions, more wet noises of your cunt echoing through the room.

“Andrew,” you moaned, and a smack came down on your ass before he grabbed a fistful of the skin, squeezing without ever removing his tongue from you. “Daddy, I meant daddy. It’s too much.”

You barely had any time to come down from your first orgasm, and Andrew was already forcing another one from you. He lifted you off a bit, bringing his other hand to the opposite side of your ass, thumbs hooking at the undersides while his fingers squeezed the globes. He spread your cheeks to open you up to him properly, running the flat of his tongue from your hidden clit to your hole. You thought he’d stop there or return to your clit, but he continued up until he reached your tight rosebud and flicked his tongue over the entrance. Your hand shot to the top of his head at the new feeling, and he pulled away for a second only to replace his mouth with his thumb, gently pressing against your back entrance without breaching.

“Will you let me fuck your ass someday?”

You swallowed, contemplating the pros and cons. Con: you’d never been brave enough to put even a vibrator inside of your ass. Pro: the image of Andrew ruining every single one of your holes was too tempting to pass on the offer.

“Yes, daddy.”

He laid down kisses over your butt and the sensitive skin at the back of your thighs.

“We’ll have to train her like your pussy. You feeling up to that tonight?”

“Okay.”

“Or we can wait.”

“Okay.”

“Well, which one is it?”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

Andrew chuckled, turning you around and pulling you down into his lap, finally talking to your face instead of your ass. “You need to decide this one for yourself, baby girl.”

“I want to start tonight.”

He nodded, scanning your face for any hidden discomfort. “You change your mind, you tell me. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Get on the bed. On your knees, ass in the air.”

You climbed on the bed, face squished against the mattress and ass up meanwhile Andrew kneeled behind you. He took his cock into his hand, stroking himself a couple of times before swiping his head through your puffy folds, covering himself in your slick. You felt him press against your entrance then, and he slowly inserted himself inside of your cunt.

“Fuck, still so fucking tight. Imagine how your asshole’s gonna be. Do you think she’ll be able to take me?”

“I hope so, daddy.”

You clenched your walls around his cock teasingly, making him groan before he slid out only to slam his hips against you without any warning. You gripped the sheets tightly at the unexpected force that caused your body to jerk forward.

He grabbed your hips, bracing himself before he began ramming into you, making your ass jiggle with every thrust of his hips. The noise of slapping skin sounded louder in your ears than it probably was, the mattress screeched beneath you and the bedpost was thudding against the wall.

You needed to bite the blanket to stop yourself from screaming as he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you, with his cock gliding deliciously against your inner walls. You spasmed around him, almost locking him in, but he pulled through it with a moan and pushed back in easily. Eyes rolled back in your head and your thighs began to quiver as the knot inside of you tightened, and when you felt Andrew’s thumb press against your asshole, you came around him.

He let you ride it out, holding himself from cumming too. When you became pliant, he bent over you, his cock still inside of your fluttering cunt as he kissed over your upper back. When he straightened back up, his cock twitched in your pussy, earning a whine from you which he pretty much ignored.

Andrew reached under you, his thumb finding its way alongside his cock, stretching you even more just for a second, only to collect your cum on his finger before he brought it to your rosebud.

As if your juices didn’t suffice, he let a string of saliva drip down to where his finger was before he spread the wetness over your hole. Then he slowly, gently, pushed his thumb in, sinking the finger to the first knuckle. You had honestly thought it was going to hurt, but the stretch actually brought you an uncanny pleasure, the oddity only working in your favor and making you purr.

He curled the thumb inside of you, and you wiggled your hips against him, taking his cock deeper into your pussy. He withdrew his finger then, which was another completely new feeling but still so fucking delicious and buzzy that you almost came again. Andrew pushed it back inside and then he started picking up the pace of his cock again, fucking you into you as he used the thumb inside of your ass and the fingers splayed across your lower back to guide your movements.

You reached behind you, grabbing your asscheek and spreading it to accommodate him better, while his free hand reached for your hair. Tangling his fingers in your locks, he yanked you in his direction, making your back arch as he controlled your movements. The slight shift in your body made you see stars, and the ache in your stomach was becoming hotter with each bump of his cock against your g-spot. Your pussy pulsed around him and blood rushed into your clit as he coaxed another orgasm from you.

At some point, he decided to let go of your hair, throwing it aside and revealing the shiny cross resting on your shoulder blade. Andrew hooked two of his fingers in the necklace and formed a fist, pulling the chain towards him. You felt the silver dig into the cartilage of your throat, biting into the skin there and it only made you moan out his name as you rode through your high.

He slowly pulled his thumb out of your ass and grabbed your hip, speeding up his pace to chase his own release. The headboard slammed against the wall in the rhythm of his motions yet again, and his moans got breathier. You sang with him as he continued ruining your crying cunt until he finally came undone, shooting his cum into your sopping hole, the necklace suddenly snapping against your skin.

Andrew wrapped the broken chain around his fingers and splayed them over the curve of your ass. He watched as it glimmered just above the ring of cum that had formed at the base of his cock. He shifted his hand a little, so the cross got covered in some of your mixed juices before he started pulling out, your backside sticky with your cum. You felt another tug on your hair, a hand pulling your body up in the process.

His arms wrapped around you; one hand laid flat against your stomach while the other squeezed your breast. You felt a sharp pressure against the soft skin, and when you looked down after he let go of the mound, you saw an upside-down imprint of the cross at the upper side of your breast.

Then he brought the cross to your mouth, telling you to stick out your tongue. He laid the pendant on the muscle, and you closed your mouth, sucking on the cum covered metal, while his lips soothed over the red line decorating your neck that ran from one shoulder to the other.

“Clean me up,” he whispered against your ear then, and you turned around, lowering yourself until your eyes were aligned with his softened cock. You licked all around him, slurping up the mess until he was wet only with your spit. He stroked your cheek with the necklace still tangled around his fingers, the shiny cross dangling next to your eyes. But there was no jewel in the world that could compare to the glow of your eyes when they looked at him.

He cleaned you up too, laying you onto your back and gently lapping at your sensitive cunt and inner thighs. Your bathroom was down the hall, and neither of you wanted to risk running into your parents. Well, Andrew wouldn’t mind with his strategic thinking, but he wanted to spare you the worry.

After Andrew put on his boxers and you covered yourself in an oversized shirt, you convinced him to stay for just a little while, cuddling up to him. Your body covered most of his, with your leg hitched over his stomach and your chest pressed against his while his arm secured you from falling off the bed. You needed to savor the time you had with him because you knew he had to leave soon. There was no way for either of you to sleep comfortably on your small bed, and you had made it a habit never to let him spend the night in a chair. Not if you could help it.

You reached for his hand that was still holding your broken necklace, thumb tracing the pendant against his palm.

“Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

You giggled. “It’s alright. It’s not like it had any meaning.”

“Why did you wear it anyway?”

“Looked cute.”

He snorted, shaking his head and studying the chain as he rolled it between his fingers. “I’ll fix it.”

“You know how to repair jewelry?”

“I’ll just add a jump ring. Should be good as new.”

You grinned at him. You loved how nonchalant he was about stuff like this, but you truly admired him for every single new piece of information you learned about him. You closed his hand, kissing him under his ear.

“You can keep it. As a reminder how good you fucked me tonight,” you said, and his lips quirked upwards. “What are you thinking about?”

“That your family should really add some strike plates and longer screws to your front door. It’s too easy to kick in.”

“Did you break our door?” you asked, a little alert at the thought that he actually might have.

He huffed. “I’m a little more sophisticated than that. I mean, when I want to be.”

The preparations were utter chaos. The coordinators, including your aunt, were beyond stressed, ordering people around and making sure that everything was perfect. The mission drive was literally making them crazy. You were glad Amy was there, because she was one of the few people who made themselves available if you needed help with something.

You didn’t want to bother her too much, because their stress was indeed justifiable and they all just had too much on their plate. So, with Amy’s approval, you called Andrew, asking him to arrive earlier and help if he was free. He came as fast as he could.

You paired yourself up with him, slipping an unofficial badge around his neck – similar to yours, in case someone questioned his presence. You gave it a teasing tug as you told him to follow you, repeating the instructions that had been given to you to set up the project tables and storyboards.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see the day where you’ll be the one telling me what to do.”

You gave him a lopsided smile, eyes crinkling as you looked over at him from the other end of the board, attaching a poster to it.

“Want me to take charge in bed, too?”

He scoffed. “Not a chance.”

Andrew made it pretty clear that he more than enjoyed having control in bed, and you were alright with that, because you craved to be controlled by him. He had been told what to do his whole life, and he liked acting on impulses that were finally his own, as long as he didn’t hurt anyone. Especially you.

You were beyond horrified when he laid out the whole context of his life, especially at every mention of his mother. There was no word that would fit the description of such an ugly human being, and it all started to make sense – the way Andrew acted.

You didn’t consider yourself a choleric, nor an aggressive person, but hearing all this stuff made you want to fucking kill that woman. You knew then that meeting her was off the table, and it at least spared you the stress of having to make a good impression on Andrew’s only parent. But if you ever did meet her, even just walking down the street, you didn’t know what might possess you.

Apparently, Andrew and his brothers put some distance between them and their mother recently, but if she were as manipulative as he made her sound, you were scared that she would find a way to get them back under her thumb. You didn’t plan on letting that happen, not to Andrew. You were prepared to fight tooth and nail for him.

“You’re no fun.”

Andrew looked around, making sure nobody could hear him.

“You’re acting like you don’t get off on the mere image of me bossing you around and tossing you wherever I want.”

“Maybe I’m unconsciously a powerful dominatrix whose potential is constantly being wasted.”

“Right,” he snorted with a raised eyebrow. “Though, I did meet a lot of men in prison who were looking exactly for that.”

“Are you offering to introduce me?”

Andrew paused, throwing a scowl your way, and you just giggled, focusing back on your task.

You were glad that he came early, because you didn’t see much of him during the actual event until Bible study. You volunteered to be backstage during the concert, to make sure the kids were all lined up and ready to go up when it was their turn.

Overall, the drive was a success, but some people were still disappointed that they didn’t break last year’s record, and you didn’t know if they were driven by some kind of greed or if they really wanted more just out of goodness of their heart. It was discussed at Bible study, and Amy was very good at humbling people, choosing to celebrate what they did raise, instead of dwelling on what they didn’t. It was still a lot of money, after all.

Once Bible study ended, the group decided to grab some food and ice cream. Eventually, you all ended up at the beach, gathered around the flames blazing from the fire pit.

At one point, one of the coordinators, Peter, whisked you away, leaving Andrew alone with Amy. He just wanted to thank you for the work you’d done on the mission drive, all the car washes you had attented or the one-time Bible study sessions for the youth you'd helped organize.

“Have you ever considered working with us full-time?”

You snorted. “No. You know why I’m here. And not to sound like an outcast, but I just don’t belong here. I’ve been to how many Bible studies? Not a single one convinced me to believe in God. I’d feel like an imposter.”

“You know you don’t have to be religious to work at a church, right? Even though I think that some part of you does believe in God, but that’s besides the point.” You arched an eyebrow at him but didn’t ask him to elaborate. “It’d be completely different from your current situation. Deduct the stuff that isn’t really in your current job description – the shit that your aunt is making you do: Bible study, the prayers, singing hymns, listening to sermons. You’d be organizing events like you do now, participate in activities that aren’t exclusively religious. You’re good at it, you’re respectful, and that’s what counts. We all know it, including your aunt.”

“Yeah, well, nice sales pitch, Peter, but I hate my aunt.”

He laughed. “Just think about it.”

“Thanks.”

You returned to your two friends, discussing the possibility of introducing Chris to Lena. The three of you talked for a while, and people slowly began to disperse, calling it a night. When only a few people remained, your aunt approached you.

“Ready to go home?”

“I think I’ll stay for a little more. Amy said she’d give me a ride.”

Honestly, you would have already left, too, because you weren’t particularly interested in these outings, but your time with Andrew was limited tonight, and Amy was a good cover.

Her eyes darted between the three of you, squinting as they stayed on Andrew a little longer. She just murmured a quiet alright and left.

Andrew, of course, dropped you off. You kissed him goodbye after he helped you step (jump) out of his giant-ass truck, and when you were walking up to your front door, you were stopped in your tracks by the sight of your aunt’s car in the driveway.

What the fuck?

You licked your suddenly dry lips, blinking away the dark specks that appeared in front of your eyes as you went to unlock the door. When you entered, you already heard your mother and aunt arguing in the kitchen, while your father was lounging in the armchair, watching TV and nursing a beer.

“Well, here she is,” your aunt chirped. She made it too easy to detect the impatience in her tone.

“Come sit down,” your mother ordered, and you trudged into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” you asked. Were you still naïve enough to think that this might be about something else than Andrew? Probably not. But you could pretend.

“I said, sit down.”

You clenched your jaw, pushing down the urge to protest just because you hated when she treated you like a child. But you figured that there was no point in starting an argument when one was already zooming toward you.

Silence followed. Clearly, nobody knew where to begin, what to say, your mother was scared what she was going to discover about you, and you sure as hell weren’t going to justify yourself without being prompted.

“Just ask her!” your father exclaimed from the living room. “Ask her, are you really fucking a criminal? It’s not so hard for God’s sake.”

Shit.

“She’s not sleeping with a criminal!” your mother screamed back.

“Oh, please, wake up, already,” your aunt snapped at her. “How many times do I have to explain to you that she’s been pimping herself out for him ever since he stepped a foot in that church.”

“Sweetie, please, tell your aunt you’re not seeing anybody.”

You stayed quiet. Was there any point in lying right now? How much did your aunt know? Maybe you’d sleep better at night if you finally came clean.

“See? She doesn’t need to say anything, it’s written all over her face. They probably had sex in the car before they got here, too.” Your head snapped to her. “I know what Amy’s car looks like, honey.”

“Well, maybe they’re just friends. Right, sweetie? There’s nothing wrong with having friends.”

You heard your father chuckle, but didn’t comment.

“Friend. Right. You just give necklaces to all your male friends?”

Your brows furrowed and your head twitched at her words. Wait. What?

“How do you know…?”

“I just do. You stopped wearing it, and I accidentally took his jacket instead of mine. Found it in his pocket. Or maybe he stole it. He’s got the face and the history.”

Now, that pissed you off. Accidentally took his jacket.

“You went through his things?! Are you out of your mind?”

“You have no right to raise your voice at me right now.”

“No, I think I do. You’re acting like a fucking saint all the time, looking at us like we belong in hell. But I guarantee you, that no confession is going to save you from going down to the pit right with us.”

“Sweetie, calm down. I’m sure this is just a big misunderstanding.”

Oh, my God, was there ever going to be a time where your mother wouldn’t be so fucking delusional?

“It’s not. I am fucking an ex-con. I fucked him in this house, too.” Your gaze shifted to your aunt. “And I let him fuck me in the church.”

The corner of your aunt’s mouth twitched which was maybe scarier than any hysterical meltdown she could have, and your mother started to scramble for you.

“No, no, no, sweetie. This is just your way to rebel, right? Tell your aunt you’re sorry, and that you’re making stuff up.”

“It’s too late for that.” Your aunt snatched her handbag from the counter. “I will no longer be paying for your education. I’m setting you free. That’s what you wanted, after all, am I right? To be independent; already looking for a new job... How come you still didn’t start working at that diner? Oh, right. Your boyfriend didn’t like it.”

…

You bobbed your head, corners of your mouth turning downwards at the realization. You truly had no words.

“Wow. I didn’t know pastor Brian was a snitch. But you’re all really just a bunch of manipulators, aren’t you? I honestly feel bad for the people who believe in the goodness of that Godforsaken church. I hope they’re smart enough to realize that it’s just a fucking scam. I hope they leave, and then, I hope the church burns down with all of you assholes in it.”

Your mother’s breath hitched, and your aunt’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Wishing death on innocent people, now, that’s a little low even for you.”

“Yeah, well, seems like God is doing the exact opposite from your prayers. I guess you’re not really His favorite.”

Your aunt was on the verge of screaming, you knew her blood was boiling, but kudos to her for holding it together for as long as she did. She told your parents that she wasn’t going to see your family for at least a while. Your mother, still in denial, tried to convince your aunt to reconsider, but you knew there was no takebacks in this, and she was met with the slam of the door.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” your mother asked you through clenched teeth, but you were already on your way upstairs. You didn’t have the strength for this. You didn’t want to fight, didn’t want to constantly feel guilty for living your life. So, you just packed a few necessary things and left.

You told Amy what had happened, looping her in without compromising your relationship with her or with Andrew. You owed her that much, since you barged into her apartment out of the blue. Well, barged is a strong word, but she was still shocked to see you on her doorstep. She let you stay without hesitation, shooting a text to her roommate so she wasn’t surprised to see you passed out on the couch in the morning.

You were running on pure adrenaline, you knew you couldn’t fall asleep even if you tried. All you wanted was to blabber away, and Amy let you. Then her phone rang.

And suddenly, all the tables had turned. It was her turn to break.

Your brow furrowed when you heard the first cry.

“Amy, hey, what happened?” you asked with a gentle tone when she hung up the phone, trying to calm her down.

“The drive money is missing. Somebody broke into the storage room and took the safe.”

You gaped at her.

“Are you kidding?”

She just shook her head, wiping away the tears that were streaking down her cheeks.

“I gotta go to the church. Are you gonna be okay here by yourself?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you stuttered before you shook your head. “I mean, do you want me to come with you?”

“No,” she sniffled. “No. You’ve already had a rough enough night. Just don’t go anywhere until I come back, please? I only have one key.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, frozen in spot, still unable to grasp what was happening.

Did God hear you? Well, you didn’t wish for the church to get ripped off, but it was close enough.

Fuck.

You really needed to talk to Andrew.

fin.

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