pairings: andrew pope cody x brothers!wife!reader
summary: you and pope had always been drawn to each other. but neither of you acted on it, so you chose baz. you got married, had a kid, it was too late for you and pope. until pent up emotion came crashing over you two like a wave and you could no longer hold back. (i mean, who could blame you??)
tags/warnings: 18+ smut, protected piv, missionary, cheating kink?, L bombs, praise, use of petnames (precious, sweetheart, sweet girl, pretty girl, good girl), breeding kink if you squint?, orgasm, orgasm approval, not pulling out, fucking you through it, soft!dom!pope, neck kisses, tit kisses, nipple sucking, you belong to pope, blurb, no use of y/n, afab reader, NOT proofread!
authors note: oh em gee, my first post! should we celebrate? i feel like we should celebrate! anddd now i want cake.
divider credit: @cafekitsune
“say it. say that you’re mine.”
this wasn’t supposed to happen.
“fuck— nnngh! pope!” the sound left your mouth, your brain barely understanding the words it’s spewing out.
“use your words, sweetheart. say it, i know you can.”
you weren’t supposed to end up under him.
you weren’t supposed to know how his fingers felt on your clit or how his cock felt pulsing inside of you.
“i’m— fuck! i’m yours! all yours, pope! not his!”
yet here you were. a moaning mess under your husband’s brother.
“fuck yeah, you are,” he grunts, the enjoyment of feeling of your hole sucking him in never ending. “now tell me you love me.”
“i love you,” you breathe out in between loud pants. “i love you so much. so fucking much. you make me feel so good.”
“yeah? i take care of you so well?”
“yeah,” he draws out. “he would never know what to do with a sweet girl like you. my sweet girl.”
he leans down to put his mouth on your right breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple. his large hand comes up to massage the other. “fuck, i love your tits,” he groans as he continues his deep thrusts inside of your tight cunt.
you were close. and he knew it.
but he also knows how wrong this was. he wasn’t supposed to be fucking his brother’s wife. but then again, you weren’t supposed to be baz’s, you were supposed to be his.
you were his— to him. and he made sure you knew that.
in between whimpers, you squeak out, “pope, i’m so close!”
his mouth moves from your perky breasts to your collar bone. “yeah?” he asks, his breath hot as he places sloppy kisses on the crook of your neck. “my pretty girl gonna cum all over me?”
you nod profusely, his eyes following the way your head moves causing him to subconsciously move his head too. “good,” he spits. “‘cause i’m close too.”
he looks down to where you two connect. the way his length slides in and out, stretching you, your juices lubing up the condom. “god, one day i’m gonna fill you up. give you all of me,” he mutters as his thrusts get rougher and less calculated.
he snakes his hand down your waist, his thumb meeting your clit. you squirm and squeal under his touch, the pad of his digit rubbing fast, hard circles on your sensitive nub.
“you need to cum?” he asks in response to the little sounds you let out. you immediately bob your head, begging for a release you were so close to. “cum for me, precious. let it all out. good girl.”
his words coaxed you through your orgasm as you see white, the heat that was bubbling in your stomach finally overflowing.
he didn’t stop fucking you as you released, not like baz. he wanted you to feel as good as possible— to make you feel as good as he possibly could.
his own orgasm followed shortly after, hard and long as he moaned your name out. he stayed in you a while longer, softening inside you as you two both attempt to catch your breath.
“i love you,” he whispered in your ear. “so much. much more than he ever could.”
your fingers trace circles on his back, half of his weight lying on you as his head rested on your chest.
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