I NEEEEEEED a pope x f!reader about pope getting angry that he caught you smoking cigarettes. He thinks they’re filthy! And even though you know how to handle yourself, pope still needs to take care of you in all aspects! That includes making sure his baby doesn’t smoke!
Thank you ly!
(I absolutely love this idea! Thank you for suggesting it! I really hope you like this fic!)
These things kill (Andrew Pope Cody x Reader)
(Warnings: Cockwarming, MDNI 18+, smoking inaccuracy because I have never touched a cigarette, some angst with a good ending, p in v unprotected sex, slight degrading.)
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It’s not like you were happy to keep secrets from Pope. Truthfully? You hated it. But you just wanted a release, something that could give you a high without being too dangerous. So you looked into options.
At first, you tried Ripple pens and you hated those. So then you moved to vape pens. They worked for a bit and they came in cool flavor options, but you still wanted more. Weed, of course, was out of the question.
Whenever Pope smoked weed, you always tried to get a little taste to see if you would like it. However, Pope was stern with you when it came to that kind of stuff. He didn’t want you to smell like weed, he wanted you to smell like you.
“Baby please, come on!” You would whine, pawing at him as he would climb out of bed for a smoke break, “Just one hit! It won’t make my clothes smell like weed, I promise!”
He would grab your hands, gently kissing your finger tips, “Smoking weed isn’t good for you baby. And if it ain’t good for baby girl, it goes nowhere near baby girl. Hence why I smoke outside.” He said, nipping at your fingers.
“But Popey baby!” You whined, throwing your head back, “I just- I want a high.”
“Baby girl, I just gave you a high.” He said, gently sucking on your fingers.
“Not the same.” You whined, huffing a bit, “Go smoke your weed.”
“Not if you are gonna cop an attitude with me.” He warned, putting your fingers in your lap, “Look at me.”
“No.” You stated, head still thrown back, “Go smoke, I don’t wanna talk to you.”
“You are being a brat.” He warned, “I am just trying to protect you baby girl.”
“Protect me?” You scoffed, “I am a big girl Pope! I should be able to do what I want.”
“You are and you can. I just don’t want you smoking.” He said, “Especially cigarettes.”
“What’s wrong with weed?” You whined, falling back onto the bed.
“The scent of weed on you and if you are getting high off of anything, it should be me.” Pope warned, “We are done with this conversation.”
You didn’t say a word to him as he opened the screen door, his little box with his pre rolled blunts in his hand.
He was right, you just didn’t agree with him. As you laid in his bed, still sore from your love making session, that’s when you devised a plan. You were going to go out while he was on a job and pick up a pack of Virginia slims from the gas station.
What could possibly go wrong?
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“You gonna be good for me while I’m gone?”
Pope’s voice reverberated against your neck as he spoke, his face buried into your neck. The two of you were in a big/little spoon position, his cock buried inside of you. He always liked to cock warm before his jobs, to him it felt more intimate.
Except today, instead of the feeling of intimacy, you felt the feeling of guilt.
Guilt that you were lying to your devoted boyfriend, who never let you go without. You were about to break a major rule he had set on stone for you and you knew the punishment could be severe. Andrew Pope Cody was all you lived in breathed and it’s not like you didn’t love it. You were just chasing a high he couldn’t quite give you.
You were only snapped out of it when you felt him nipping at your neck, “Hey, what’s wrong? You are never normally this quiet. Do you wanna stop?” He asked softly, gently rubbing your sides, “Say the word and we can stop if it’s too much.”
“Not too much Popey baby, just nervous about your job tomorrow.” You whispered, lying through your teeth.
God you hated lying, especially to your Pope. The same Pope who just stuffed two hundred dollars cash into your wallet so you could get your nails and toes done tomorrow with the little designs he liked. He even promised to take you shopping after the job tomorrow celebrate. The man spoiled you, and yet, this is how you repay him.
You felt his soft cock drag out of your wet pussy, causing you to shiver, “Baby? What’s wrong? Why’d you pull away?”
“I could ask you the same thing, you are pulling away from me. You are getting in your own head again and I hate that.” He explained softly, “C’mon princess, talk to me.”
“I just worry about you that’s all.” You whispered, bringing up his calloused hand from your waist, “These jobs always make me nervous.”
“But the reward pays out.” He said, “Getting to play build a bear with my girl? Spoil her? My perfect day.”
You giggle softly as he kissed your neck and held you closer, “Thank you for all that you do for me baby, I really am thankful.”
“Of course pretty girl, I have always got to spoil you. What else would I do with all my money?” He joked, lapping at a bite mark left on your neck from earlier, “Don’t worry about me baby girl, I will come back to you in one piece.”
Jesus, you truly were about to break his heart.
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When you woke up the next morning, his spot was empty next to you. You weren’t sure what time he left this morning, but you assumed it was early. The appointment you had scheduled for your nails wasn’t till 10, so you needed to go early to buy the cigarettes.
You did your morning routine, eat a small breakfast, get in the shower, do your skin and hair care routine post shower, and then put on a lulu lemon set that you knew Pope would love on you. Your little pastel pink Honda civic Type R sat in the drive way, waiting to be driven. Yet you still couldn’t get the knot out of your stomach that you were about to break a Pope rule. But the craving for a high was much stronger, so you went through with your mission.
After your nail appointment, you were back at home on your back porch. He had messaged that the job was taking longer that expected, but he was going to make it up to you when he got home. The lulu lemon set was back on the bed, waiting to be worn. You were dressed in shorts and an old band tshirt you had lying around.
You set the ash tray next to you on the table and started to light your first ever cigarette. Putting it between your lips, you inhaled. The burn felt oddly good, but your first inhale was too much and you started to cough, “Holy hell.” You stuttered out between coughs and decided to take another drag.
As you kept smoking, you lost track of time. You should’ve had a timer set or at least checking his Life360 to see where he was. But you didn’t because you were careless and maybe you just wanted to get caught. You didn’t hear his car pull in, but at least you heard the front door open while you were outside.
“Baby girl?” He called out from inside the house.
Fuck. Oh fuck. You did not have a lot of time to get rid of the evidence. You stubbed out the last of the cigarette and shoved the carton between the cushion of your seat. Heading back into your shared bedroom, you quickly stripped off your clothes and sprayed the heaviest scented perfume on you that you could. Pope soon entered the room to see you sitting on the bed in a tshirt of his you managed to find. He was holding a huge bouquet of pink roses and had a busted lip from the job.
“Hi baby girl.” He cooed, “Lemme see the nails.”
Good, he didn’t seem to notice your heart racing nor the fact that you were stiffer than a statue, “Hey Popey, how was the job?” You asked as he set the flowers down on the dresser.
“Took a couple hits, but nothing my baby girl and some ice can fix.” He cooed, toeing your legs open with his boot, “Gimme some loving pretty girl, can’t be getting all shy on me now can you?”
You let out a nervous giggle as he leaned down to kiss you. The peck you gave him felt stiff and awkward as he cupped your face. You felt his eyes on your face as you closed your eyes.
“Hey uh uh, I don’t wanna play. C’mon now.” He said, squeezing your jaw, “Proper kiss baby girl, I know you know how to give one.”
You gently kissed him and that’s when you felt him tense up.
He knew.
He fucking knew.
“Open your mouth.” He snapped against your lips, his hand gripping your jaw, “Open your fucking mouth right now. I ain’t fucking playing.”
You shook your head no, tears welling in your eyes, “I don’t gotta.”
“You reek of Virginia Slims. Open your fucking mouth or I’m opening it myself.” He snapped, moving his thumb and middle finger to the back of your jaw, “Final fucking warning.”
“No no no.” You whispered against his lips, “Don’t please don’t.”
That’s when he squeezed and manually moved your mouth open. He licked the inside of your mouth, making sure he got every crevice.
Meanwhile, you tried to fight him on it but it was no use.
He moved his hand away and moved away from you, a look of hurt and disgust on his face, “What have you done?”
“No baby, please I’m sorry!” You said, pawing at his shirt, “I-I wanted to try- I didn’t even like it that much!”
“Shower now.” He said, not even looking at you, “Go fucking shower.”
“Andy please.” You said, getting on your knees and squeezing his shirt between your fists, “Don’t be mad, I got curious, please!”
“I am not gonna repeats myself. Go shower NOW!” He snapped, pulling your hands off of him.
You crumpled to the floor, sobbing and overwhelmed by guilt. Even if you wanted to stand, you couldn’t. Your body felt heavy and to you? It was too heavy to move.
Without warning, he scooped his arms under your armpits and dragged you to the shower.
“M’m sorry baby- please please please forgive me.” You sobbed, sniffling as he dragged you to the bathroom.
He was silent as he kicked the door open with his heel, tugging you into the bathroom.
You hated when he was this quiet, because you couldn’t read him like you normally do, “Please Pope baby, you gotta forgive me.” You begged as he leaned you up against the shower.
“Stop. Just stop talking.” He snapped, turning on the water, “Please.” He begged, his voice going soft and rough.
This caused you to cry harder as he started to take off your shirt, then your bra and underwear.
“Where are the clothes you smoked in?” He asked, tears starting to run down his face, “I need to know. Now.”
“In a bag in the closet.” You whimpered out as he put you in the shower.
“Okay.” He said, deadpanned, leaving you in the shower to clean yourself off.
You watched him leave, your tears mixing with the water from the shower. The guilt in your stomach building by the minute.
He found your clothes immediately and took the bag outside and tossed it in the fire pit. It didn’t take long for him to find your cigarettes.
You didn’t know Pope was an ex smoker before he went to prison. He didn’t tell you a lot about his life before you met him. To him, he didn’t wanna burden you.
He shakily pulled out a Virginia slim from the carton and lit it.
God he was more disappointed in himself than you. What if he had just tried to explain it more? Was the pleasure he gave you not enough that you had to sneak out another high? Did he fail you?
As he tried to smoke a cigarette, he just couldn’t handle the burn and threw it into the fire pit. He watched the clothes burn and started to cry himself.
“I-I told her not to. Why didn’t she listen to me? She always listens! I-I’m never wrong!” He choked out, wiping his eyes.
Pope stalked back into the house, fists clenched and breathing ragged.
Meanwhile, you were still in the shower sobbing uncontrollably and weakly trying to scrub your skin clean. You heard the bathroom door open, causing you to look up.
“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m sorry I raised my voice.” He began, not even bothering to toe off his boots. You could tell he had been crying by his voice and the little waver as he spoke.
“You hate me, don’t you?” You sobbed, moving away as he crawled in with you.
“No no no, never hate.” He said, reaching for you. “I could never hate my girl. My one true love, I could never hate you.”
You went into his arms and got between his legs, “A-Andy baby, you’re fully clothed.” You whimpered, “You hate wet clothes on your body.”
“I don’t care.” He whispered, burying his face in your face, “I was so angry at you for something I failed at.”
“Y-You didn’t fail.” You whispered, “I just- you smoke weed and I-I wanted to smoke something. I was chasing a high. I won’t ever smoke again.” You promised, “Please don’t leave me, y-you can’t.”
“I won’t, ever.” He swore, hugging you tighter, “Smoking is bad for you. Terrible. And baby girl, you don’t need nasty habits. It’s nasty.” He whispered against your hair, “My girl doesn’t want nasty habits, does she? She likes to smell good, doesn’t she?”
“Y-Yea.” You stammered, “I-I do.”
“Good girl.” He whispered against your head, “I forgive you.”
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“See, why would baby girl need to pick up smoking when she has this?” Pope cooed, his hips pressed to your sweet ass as he fucked himself into your womb.
After Pope had washed you clean of that nasty Virginia slim smell, he decided to recreate that high that you had been chasing.
You didn’t know how he did it, you were on orgasm, what number was it again? You lost count after he made you ride him, using you as his own personal sex doll. That was one of your favorite position because of how rough he got with you and how much better you could feel his fat cock inside of you.
“M’m feel good.” You sputtered out, drooling all over your pillow while his cock buried itself deep within you.
“You get all dumb when you get your brain fucked out, don’t you pretty girl? You like when your Popey fucks you like this.” He moaned out, his cock twitching inside of you, “Fuck baby, you wanna me to come right inside your pretty pink pussy? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You let out a little ‘mmpfh’ like it was a yes. Because right now, forming a sentence in that pretty little head of yours was hard.
“Did I fuck my girl so could she can’t think straight?” He cooed softly, moving a hand from your hip to your mouth, “Wanna suck on my fingers while I fuck that pretty pussy of mine?”
You nodded, but he lightly tapped your cheek.
“Words. Pretty girls get their pussies filled with cum when they use their words.” He cooed softly, “So what do we say?”
“Pretty please Popey.” You whimpered out, opening your mouth.
“Do you give your Popey permission to fuck you senseless?” He said then let out a rough chuckle, “Even though you are senseless?”
“Mhm, fuck me just the way you want baby.” You stuttered out and Pope took that full invitation.
He started to find his rhythm with you, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust, “Oh f-fuck baby, so fucking warm and tight for me.”
You were a gargling moaning mess on his fingers, drooling all over his fingers.
“I’m gonna fill you up so fucking much, you’re gonna be fucking leaking. But you’re taking me so fucking well pretty good. Your pussy is all fucking mine!” He moaned out, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
You felt your orgasm coming as heat pooled in your lower stomach. You tried to communicate you were about to, but you couldn’t. Not with your boyfriend’s fingers in your mouth.
“F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna- shit!” Pope moaned out, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his seed.
You soon joined him, your orgasm crashing through you, “Popey.” You whimpered against his fingers.
He pumped himself into you a bit more as his orgasm racked through his body, “D-Damn pretty girl, you did so well.” He cooed, laying his forehead on your back.
You were silent, just quietly sucking on his fingers as he removed himself from you.
“Too high to think straight in that pretty little head of yours?” He cooed softly, moving to gently pet your hair, “Want Pope to take care of you?”
You nod weakly as Pope gets up, moving himself off the bed.
“You made a mess baby girl.” He cooed, tutting softly as he stared at the wet spot on your sheets, “What do we do when we have messy sheets?”
“We clean them.” You whimpered against the pillow.
“Since someone broke my no smoking rule, do you think it’s fair if you clean them?” He asked and you nodded weakly.
“Only fair.” You whimpered, slowly getting up.
“But since you broke my rule with your mouth, you know how you’re gonna clean that stain up?” He cooed, “You are gonna use your mouth. Get to work pretty girl.”
He helped you up, positioning you in front of the wet stain on your sheets. With your tongue, you started to lap up the wet spot, tasting your own slick mixed with his precum. Meanwhile, he went to start the shower.
Soon, he came back and admired your work, “Did you learn your lesson?” He asked and you weakly nodded.
“Listen to Pope and don’t smoke. Smoking bad.” You whispered, “Did I do a good job?”
“You forgot one thing.” Pope said sternly, “What else pretty girl?”
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.” You whispered, unable to look him in the eye.
“Try again.” Pope said, crossing his arms.
“Baby girl is sorry she disobeyed you.” You said, maintaining eye contact.
“So good for me.” He cooed, opening your mouth with his middle finger and thumb again, “I forgive you,” he said, spitting in your mouth.
You swallowed obediently and he scooped you up from the bed.
“I love you, you know that?” He cooed softly, “Always love you.”
“Mhm, I love you too.” You whispered softly as he carried you to the shower.
You may have broken one of Pope’s biggest rule, but at least you learned your lesson.
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