Oh gosh, im kicking my feet with the idea of Andrew not initiating any sort of physical touch with reader (cuz he thinks he doesn't deserve any affection) unless reader asks him (then he goes all in with it), AND the asks started in full sentences progressing to just the word itself, so when he heard the word (not having any context) he just goes in no questions nor thoughts behind it. Gosh im giggling.
'Do you want some kisses?', 'want kisses?', 'kiss?'
andrew cody had never been good at asking for affection. he could take care of people, protect, show up when it mattered. but when it came to simply asking to be held? that was different. somewhere along the way, heh ad decided that affection was something he could accept only when it was offered to him, not something that he was entitled to ask for. so he was never one to initiate it. if you reached for his hand, his fingers would immediately close around yours. if you hugged onto him, he would hold you so tightly and not let go until you did. if you curled up beside him on the couch, he would shift closer without a word. but he would never reach first.
the first time you noticed it, the two of you were sat together on the couch. he was staring at the television, one of his documentaries playing, but you were convinced he wasn't actually watching it. you studied the side of his face for a moment as you leaned against him, eyes trained on the way he was so still. "andy?" you spoke quietly, his head immediately turning to wards you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, eyes scanning your face to try to figure out what you needed. "do you want some kisses?" you spoke quietly, a small smile on your lips. he blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowing for only a second. you could tell you had caught him off guard.
his head nodding slowly. "yeah," he spoke quietly, but he didn't move, remained sitting straight up and still. you could only let out a small laugh, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. you could feel the tension melt off of him, hand hesitating before it was moving to rest on your waist and pull you closer. you moved to press your lips to his other cheek, his eyes staying on you as you moved to kiss around his face. he leaned forward to gently rest his forehead against yours when you had stopped, his eyes shutting. he looked peaceful.
after that, you started making the question shorter. you had walked passed the kitchen, stopping and turning around when you spotted him standing out the counter staring out the window. he looked like a statue, completely frozen in place as he stared out. "want kisses?" you spoke softly from behind him, pope slowly turning around to face you. you could see the tension in his body, shoulders tight and a small frown on his face. he nodded, opening his arms up a little before you were giggling and walking into them. "that's all it takes?" you chuckled as you looked up at him, his shoulders shrugging a little. "you asked," he mumbled, tucking his face into your shoulder with a happy sigh.
eventually, it got down to one word. just kiss. the both of you were laid on the couch one night, some movie playing that you weren't paying attention to. it was a sad one, but the look on his face never faltered from the usual stone cold look he wore. "kiss?" you spoke, looking down at him. your feet were laid in his lap, his hands resting gently around your legs. he was moving immediately. his hands were quick to release you, opening his arms up for you to crawl into. you couldn't help but laugh as you crawled into his lap for him to hold you, a small frown on his lips. "you didn't even ask what i meant," you giggled, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "you said kiss. you wanted a kiss," he spoke, looking at you like the answer was obvious and you were the crazy one.
a small sigh left your lips as your thumbs rubbed his cheeks, staring into his eyes. "you know.. you could ask me sometimes," you suggested quietly, a small smile at the corner of your lips. his expression changed just slightly. that familiar guardedness he wore came back ever so slightly. "i know," he spoke lowly, your hands moving to rest on his chest. "you don't have to wait for me," you reminded him, rubbing gently at his chest to try and ease his tension. he looked away for just a moment, his head nodding a little. you leaned forward to gently press a kiss to his cheek, then his forehead, then the very corner of his mouth. you could tell he was expecting you to plant one right to his lips, his mouth almost chasing yours as you pulled back. "you can ask," you whispered, a small smile on your lips as you stared at him. he was quiet for almost a minute as the two of you sat staring at each other, your hands still rubbing his chest. "kiss?" he whispered, so quietly that you could barely hear it. your heart melted at the word, your head nodding quickly as you smiled wider. he was the first to lean in, his lips pressing to yours softly. this time, it wasn't because you had asked him first.
it was because he had decided he was allowed to ask you back.
summary; pope being a sweetiepie, kind of a filler chapter i suppose
warnings; curse words
a/n; tag list is fulllll!! all pics (aside from the texts itself) are from pinterest!!!
Contains: try not to cum challenge, premature ejaculation, p in v, m oral, m masturbation, dry humping, grinding, f orgasm, m orgasm, hyperspermia (y'know I love it!), sub! Pope, use of 'good boy' but not fauxcest, praise kink, fluffy and sweet too, cute continuity from last fic if you squint!
You were trying to stamina-train Pope. He wasn't very good at lasting, bless him. He just got so into it, so into you, that he couldn't help but blow his load within five minutes.
You were using a timer. There was a metronome and voice prompts. How fast to go, how much to slow it down, whether to use your hands or your mouth. The timing could be anywhere from five seconds to a minute.
Pope was nervous. 'I believe in you, baby,' you smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on the temple. 'You've got this.'
His cock stirred in his jeans and Pope groaned. 'Even that got me excited.' He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and a pout.
You laughed softly and sank to your knees.
'Just relax,' you whisper. 'We can stop whenever you want.'
Pope gave a big swallow and nodded.
You unbuckled his belt, the metallic clinking already making the back of Pope's throat dry. He sat on the end of the bed and let you pull the denim over his thick, hairy thighs. His grey boxers came with them. Pope's ears flushed pink when you noticed the smear of pre-cum across the front.
You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, batting your lashes, so Pope could see how into this you were. You were beginning to soak through your panties.
Pope's cock sprang out. It gently slapped the bottom of his stomach and pointed at the ceiling. It slightly bent to the right, just by the sheer weight of holding itself up in the air.
Pope looked at you with wide eyes.
'You ready?' You asked. He nodded.
You gently took him in your hand. The heavy weight settled in your palm, his skin silky and warm. The prominent vein along the bottom slid against your hand, and the blunt tip was blushing a deep red. More jewels of pre-cum escaped the tip. Pope's cock was thick all the way to the root, where coarse, auburn hairs curled.
You set the prompts off on your phone.
'Slow, hands, 10 seconds.'
You leaned back on your knees and looked up at Pope. You could tell he was self-conscious, but the sight of you distracted him in the blue babydoll he liked the best. He loved the bows on the spaghetti straps.
Pope moaned softly as you began to move your hand. You took your time, gently stroking his thick cock. Using your thumb and index finger, you circled the beads of pre-cum around the mushroom-shaped head. Pope's cock twitched in your hand as you touched the sensitive underside of the tip.
'Fuck, I'm not gonna make one minute.' Pope's face was screwing up and he rolled his top teeth over his bottom lip in frustration. 'Feels too good already.'
'You've got this,' you smiled at the same time as the prompt said, 'Moderate, hands, 15 seconds.'
Pope gasped as soon as your strokes began to speed up. His face was slowly becoming more flushed and the auburn curls along his forehead were beginning to dampen.
A low, gravelly rumble escaped Pope's chest and he closed his eyes for a few seconds as you worked him over. His thick fingers tightened around the soft sheets in an attempt not to fuck up into your fist. He fought for his life to keep his hips still.
'You're doing so good,' you reassured him. Pope opened his eyes and looked at you. 'Good boy.'
Pope's cock pulsed in your hand and you heard his breathing change.
'Oh, you like that?' You smiled.
Pope bit his lip, hard. 'Gonna have to stop callin' me that if you want me to last the five minutes,' he mumbled.
'But you are a good boy.'
'Fuck,' Pope wailed, his cock waving at the ceiling and taking your fingers with it.
As you began to apologise, the prompt took over.
'Slow, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Using your elbows, you spread Pope's legs open wider for you. He looked so submissive, waiting there for you to take him in your mouth. Making sure you kept eye contact, you stuck out your tongue and licked the whole underside of his cock; root to tip.
A whimper escaped from Pope and his eyes fluttered closed.
'Moderate, mouth, 10 seconds.'
Pope's eyes opened again, half-lidded, to watch you take the blunt tip of his cock into your mouth. You gave little kitty licks at first, listening to him purr. Then you began suckling on the end like a binkie. With hollow cheeks, you hummed, sending vibrations deep down into Pope's core. 'Oh fuck,' he groaned.
'Fast, hands, 20 seconds.'
Pope watched you pull away from his cock, a ribbon of spit connecting your tongue to his head. His cock thumped as you began to stroke him. You used the technique he liked and twisted your wrist slightly at the end. Pope groaned; voice rough like it had been dragged over cement.
'Baby...' Pope panted, his thigh twitching. 'Oh fuck, baby. That feels so good.' One eye was half-rolling back into his head.
The squelching sound of your saliva-covered fist tugging on his cock filled the bedroom.
'Slow, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Pope's hand reached down to curl in your hair as you took Pope as deep in your mouth as you could. You gagged, desperately fighting for each inch. Pope whined, trying not to push his hips forwards into your mouth.
'Fast, mouth, 15 seconds.'
'Oh, fuck.'
You began sucking Pope down as sloppily as you could. 'Shit... oh fuck, bunny.'
His fingers tightened in your hair and you pulled actual whimpers from him.
'I'm so close already... I'm so fuckin' close,' Pope moaned.
'Slow, hands, 5 seconds.'
You pulled off Pope as the metronome slowed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily through his mouth. He watched as you pushed his cock between your tits.
'What are ya-?' Pope slurred. 'Wai- that's not your ha-aaaand.'
Using your saliva as lube, you squeezed your tits together. Pope watched his drooling slit peek out from between the swell of your breasts and hide back in again.
'Urghh, that feels so fuckin' good,' Pope made a rough growling noise, watching himself in fascination.
'You're doing so well,' you praised him, 'such a good boy.'
The hairs on the back of Pope's neck stood up and a shudder of pleasure ran through him.
'Moderate, mouth, 10 seconds.'
You took Pope back in your hand again to squeeze the base of him as you ran your tongue sideways along the length of him. His sensitive cock ran through your dribbling lips and throbbed against your chin.
'I'm so close already, baby, fuck.' Pope whined.
'Fast, hands, 5 seconds.'
You began pumping Pope again. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up to fuck into your tight fist. Pope let out a primal grunt every time he pushed in.
'Fast, mouth, 10 seconds.'
You were back on him with your warm, wet mouth. Pope was desperately wishing it was your tight cunt, but also glad it wasn't so he could try and make the five minutes. He was ashamed he couldn't last five minutes with you.
'Baby, I'm gonna-'
'Slow, hands, 5 seconds.'
You pulled off his cock just in time. Pope's balls just stopped scrunching before it was too late. Pope was almost gone. His cock was an angry purple; his head swollen and throbbing.
'You're doing so good,' you reassured him, pushing him backwards against the bed. 'My good boy.'
'What're yo-'
You climbed on top of him and gave him a kiss.
Pope's eyes didn't leave your tits. He couldn't help himself - he was too far gone now.
'Moderate, hands, 15 seconds.'
You took hold of Pope's waving cock. He almost cried out at the contact. His skin was so sensitive, he could feel his pulse just underneath the mushroomy head, and he was all confused. He humped uselessly at nothing, rutting into the air like a dog for some kind of friction.
Using your fist to gently guide him, you dragged the tip of Pope's cock against your panties. They had soaked through and were translucent; plastered against your skin.
'Not fair,' Pope whimpered. 'Not hands.'
'D'ya want me to stop?' You asked, one eyebrow raised.
'No! Fuck, don't stop. Please don't stop.'
'I'm using my hands still,' you conceded.
Pope was worried now though and losing sight of the game; fast.
'Don't stop... please don't stop... don't stop,' he repeated mindlessly.
Each time his leaking head bumped against your clit, a jolt of pleasure sparkled up your spine. You may have began focusing on yourself a little...
'Oh, that's it,' Pope moaned, watching you with rapt adoration. 'Use me... oh just fuckin' use me.'
You nearly came from just hearing that.
'Fast, hands, 10 seconds.'
Pope pulled you down on top of him and groaned softly into your neck.
He had a moment of weakness. Hoping he could convince you, Pope began kissing along your jaw, scraping just the right spot with his teeth and then licking the sting away.
'Love you so much,' he moaned, warm breath tickling your inner ear. 'Finish me.'
'C'mon,' you tried to shake your head, remember why you were doing this torture in the first place. 'Gotta be my good boy.'
'Finish me,' Pope begged, the desperation leaking into his voice as his leg twitched beneath you. He spread his thighs wider, an honest act of submission, so you would fall further on top of him. 'Please finish me off. I'll be good. Hnnngh I'll be so goo-ooood.'
Pope's eyes were rolling back into his head as he felt himself hurtling towards the edge. 'I'm gonna cum,' he warned you, breathing hard. He began thrusting up into you, pushing himself along your now-useless panties, which were plastered against your skin. Fucking through your soaking folds, his uncomfortably full balls slapped against the mattress. The coarse auburn pubic hair scratched against your inner thighs with every slap.
'Moderate, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Pope was gone.
You pulled your panties to the side and Pope slid raw against your bare skin. An animalistic noise tore from his throat, broken and primitive.
'I'm gonna cum all over your pussy,' Pope growled. 'My fuckin' pussy.'
'That's not the- we should...' you couldn't keep a trail of thought. Pope was grinding them all out of you.
With every kiss of his head on your clit, you became that much closer to cumming.
'Fast, hands, 5 seconds.'
Pope grunted with each run through. Your slick and his drooling pre-cum made a sticky mess over his pelvis and your inner thighs. It made Pope's cock slip and slide all over you.
With one violent thrust, the head of Pope's cock speared into your tight hole. It took you both by surprise, and Pope made a wounded sound like he'd been sucker-punched.
Your cunt tightened on reflex, and it was game over for you. Just from his head pushing in, the sheer thickness of it took you down. You began shaking, and your cunt continued to clench. Pope's cock punched deeper and deeper inside you with every wave of your orgasm, fighting for every inch.
Pope couldn't take it anymore.
He wrapped his arms around you and pushed you down onto him, fucking up roughly into you. His arms arched your back just how he wanted you and used you like a doll.
'T-tell... tell me...' Pope whimpered.
You couldn't answer; only moan mindlessly.
'Fuckin' tell me... please tell me I'm your good boy,' Pope begged.
'Fast, mouth, 20 seconds.'
The instructions had long since become irrelevant.
'Oh good boy, you're such a good boy,' you gasped. 'My good boy.'
Pope groaned, and his cock waved inside you.
Your cunt continued to strangle him.
'I'm gonna cum... oh, your good boy's gonna cum...' Pope watched your tits bounce just under his chin until his eyes crossed. 'Here it comes.'
His jaw fell slack, and his nose scrunched. 'Thank you... oh thank you thank you.'
You thought you heard him whimper 'mommy' before he slammed your hips down on him and pinned you there. His cock twitched inside you before you felt a warm, wet release covering your insides.
'Ahhhh... ahhh-hhh-hh... yeah, yeahhh,' Pope moaned softly, all of his muscles rippling in relief.
'Intense, mouth, 10 seconds.'
Your pussy milked him as Pope just kept cumming. Pope sprayed down your insides, and his cum started running down his scrunching balls. Pope fucked it all back inside you with obscene squelches. Your tummy was becoming distended from his hyperspermia, his swollen cock still visibly punching your guts.
Pope groaned as his cock finally started to soften. His mouth found yours and he gave you deep kisses as the spurts of cum slowed.
The prompts continued on your phone, which you tossed under the bed where you both couldn't hear it anymore. So what if Pope came fast? You couldn't deny how much he loved you, and he was always ready to go again with 20 minutes anyway.
'Love you, bunny.' Pope snuffled into your hair, nuzzling your neck. 'You're just so pretty.'
pope cody who insists on taking you, 8 months pregnant, to the beach because he has ‘an idea’. he makes you hold his arm the entire time you make your way across the sand until he finds a good enough spot, spreading out a towel for you to sit on, helping you down carefully before putting up your umbrella. in the small, shaded circle he starts to dig. you can’t help but laugh, “what are you doing my love?” you hum as he shovels the sand with his hands. “you’ll see,” he says, a small smile on his face. he finishes his little hole, lining it carefully with towels, rolling one up to make a little pillow before turning to your proudly, “now you can lay on your stomach.” you feel your heart melting, every since you started showing you whined about not being able to sleep on your stomach anymore, it was one of your more frequent complaints… and now, here is your sweet husband, looking so pleased with himself that he found a way to make that possible for you. you reach towards him with both hands, tears pricking your eyes, “i love you,” you say, as he kneels next to you. “i love you,” he says, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, drops his face down to your pregnant belly, “i love you too,” he whispers placing a kiss on your stomach. he looks back up at you, “you wanna lie down?” he says, you nod, still trying and failing to hold back tears. he helps you move towards his little set up, gently guiding you to lay on your stomach, your baby bump nestled safely in the little pit he made for you. you let out a low moan of relief at the feeling. “lay with me,” you say as you reach for him. “ok,” he shifts to lie down on his stomach, face only inches from yours. “kiss,” you say, pursing your lips and he leans into you gently placing his lips on yours. “you’re already such a good dad,” you say, brushing a wind swept curl off his forehead, “taking such good care of us.” and now his eyes start to water with tears of joy.
hiiii I was wondering if you have written a short of baby daddy andrew.. him finding out about the pregnancy? was there a honeymoon phase during pregnancy? were they (Andrew and reader) able to enjoy it before he eventually went back to work for Smurf?
the pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter, pope staring at it like it was a foreign object. it was absolutely silent in the bathroom. he continued to stare before forcing himself to look up at you. "that yours?" he mumbled, scratching at the back of his neck a little bit. you couldn't help the nervous laugh that left your lips, playing with the sleeves of his hoodie that you wore. "unless you got another girl pregnant and she's taking a test in here," you mumbled, trying to find any hint of excitement on his face to match yours. he didn't even crack a smile. for am moment the only sound was the hum of the exhaust fan from above. "you're gonna be a dad," you spoke quietly, clearing your throat a little. his face slightly changed. he was still pope. quiet, intense, difficult to read. beneath all of that, there was something almost boyish and shy in the way he reached for your hand, a small smile on his lips.
his excitement grew majorly your first few months of pregnancy. he would show up more, taking on less jobs for smurf. he would cook for you when you were too tired, he would lay beside you with his hand placed ever so gently on your growing stomach, he would do everything he could to make sure you were comfortable. much to the dismay of his mother. she would drill in his head whenever you weren't around that this was a bad idea. that he should leave you. that you were capable of raising this baby alone. and her words stuck with him a lot. those were the only words he trusted for a good chunk of his life.
the closer the due date got, the more smurf's calls started coming. there was always another job. another problem. another reason the boys needed andrew. at first, he tried to balance both worlds. he really tried. he would leave jobs early to make an appointment with you. he would disappear to your house just to sit with you for an hour. smurf only pulled harder. "smurf needs me," he would say, quickly gathering his things as the two of you would be laid in bed. "she always needs you," you sighed, your hands rubbing over your now very heavily pregnant stomach. "it's just one job," he would sigh, running a hand through his hair. you would roll your eyes every time. one job would always become another.
the night your daughter was born, he wasn't there. you laid in the hospital bed staring at the door as your daughter laid asleep in the bassinet next to you. he showed up hours late, a fresh cut to his forehead and blood on his shirt. he entered silently, staring down at the tiny baby in the bassinet. for a moment, the stern look on his face had disappeared. "she's small," he spoke quietly, your broken gaze just staying on him. "you promised," you mumbled, your voice cracking with utter heartbreak. heartbreak that he missed the birth of your child. "i know," he whispered, hands rubbing over his face.
you wanted to hate him, wanted to cuss him out and kick him out of the room. instead, you watched in silence as he held your daughter for the first time. he looked absolutely terrified. not of your daughter, no. of what she represented. she represented a life outside of smurf. a life where he had to choose. and andrew cody had spent his entire life being taught that family meant being obedient. so when smurf called the very next morning, he left.
he went because his brothers needed him. he went because his mother expected him to. he went because walking away from the jobs felt utterly impossible. every time he would leave, he would tell himself that he was going to make it up to you guys. just one more job, just one more night, just one more favor. until that honeymoon phase had disappeared. the visits with your daughter became much shorter, his promises to you became much easier to break. you had stopped asking him when he was going to come home and he had stopped pretending that he didn't understand way. it wasn't until your final straw. when he laid holding your baby in bed, you sleeping soundly next to him. until his phone was going off. he would sigh softly, kissing your daughter's head before setting her into the crib. "don't come back," you spoke quietly as he gathered his things.
he couldn't say anything. he couldn't argue. he knew this day was going to come he just didn't know when. he simply stared between you and your daughter before he was walking out the door with his head hung low. you couldn't help the tears that fell as you listened to his footsteps disappear. andrew wanted to be a good father, he really did.
he just didn't know how to stop being pope long enough to become one.
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 47
+18 MDNI
pt. 46 / pt. 48
summary: a pope and reader date compilation!
content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), lewd conversations. not many content warnings for this one. mentions of sucking dick.
a/n: and so we return to our girl, pope, and our favorite idiots! wanted the chapter after the family dinner to be simple, so i decided to go with a little cute, fluffy date compilation. also! may or may not have another horny compilation on the way 😈 - taglist is closed!
