Summary: you go to support your favorite underground boxer, and you get a treat when he wins ~ Pope Codyxfem!reader
WC:1k
A/N: this is my submission to the ratwritingunder1k challenge!!! I hope everyone enjoys as this is literally the shortest thing I’ve ever written and I’m not sure how to feel about it. This is also my first fic for Pope so lmk what yall think cause I have some more stuff in the works💕
Tags: fighting, blood mentioned, smut
Underground fighting had never been your scene. Not when Pope Cody was a teenager and not now. It was quick, dirty and the money was never really that good. Pope knew he didn’t need the money, but he liked to spoil you .
Yet here you were walking out of your uber in a tight outfit, with shining red lips ready to support your favorite fighter.
The concrete building was hot. Sweaty bodies were pressed together so as to not miss the action. Through the yelling, the sound of bone crunching peaked your attention.
“You here to bet on the gringo again?” A short greasy looking man slid up to you, sliding his glasses down to glance down to your low cut top.
“Nacho, I know my boobs are at your level, but my eyes are up here,” your sharp comment made him jump. “I’m not here to bet on anyone….but is he winning?” You turned to the cage, Pope was on top of his opponent laying blow after blow. Blood was dripping from his face and chest, you glared back at the man waiting for a response. He simply shrugged and walked away, he wasn’t going to talk unless money was involved .
Heads turned your way as you pushed through the crowd. You had older brothers, and you’d been around the Cody boys long enough to know right where to throw a punch that would knock a grown man’s lights out. Your eyes never moved to look at the people around you, they stayed trained on him.
The way his muscles flexed with each pull and punch, the way he practically danced around the ring to escape his opponent. There was nothing but pure murder in his eyes, even if the blood continued to flow from him. Boxing was always a cruel dance, only one would win but at the cost of being beaten and bruised regardless.
The sweat began to bead and roll down your neck as the fight carried on. Your eyes widened as Pope was shoved against the cage, it rattled under his weight. You hated watching him fight, hated seeing the way he’d let someone fuck yo his perfect face for money. You'd also be a damn liar if you said it didn’t turn you on, his sweat glistened body right there on display made you go crazy.
When the fighters were pulled to their corners to take 5, you rushed to him, fingers lacing the metal. In 0.5 seconds he changed from the murderous Pope Cody to your boyfriend Andrew.
“Hi baby, what’re you doing here?” He ignored the water bottle being shoved in his direction to take you in. Hair pulled up so it didn’t stick to you, that bright red lipstick smudging in the corners and the tight outfit that had been making him go crazy since he spotted you two rounds ago. “You hate watching my fights.” His head tilted ever so slightly it the way it always did when he spoke.
“Well I just wanted to come see my favorite fighter, who’s looking excellent might I add” you shrugged slightly, looking up at him through your lashes. A frown tugged at the corner of your lips, seeing the bruises already starting to bloom.
“Now that you’re here he can’t touch me,” He gave you a crooked grin, pulling you in for a bloodied kiss through the cage.
“Why is that?” You asked, a smile tugging at your frown.
“Because!” Pope’s eyes sparkled, a rarity for him, chest out and confidence high. “You’re my good luck charm!”
The fight was over in two more rounds. Pope had worked his opponent around the ring until he was so dizzy he didn’t even feel the final fist connect to his temple.
Popes face was stone cold as his fist raised in the air declaring the win. Groans could be heard as high dollar rollers lost their money. Earnings were handed off, Pope cleaned himself up quickly by his truck, he needed you home now.
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Your legs were wrapped tightly around Andrew as he pushed the back door to your home open.
“God Andrew- you looked so fucking hot-“ He bit at your neck, growling at the praise. The two of you didn’t even make it to the bed, he tossed you onto the couch stripping your clothes off as fast as possible.
“Had me so distracted, you’re so beautiful.” His hands were everywhere, your waist, your breasts, he palmed them roughly as you worked his pants off. Sitting yo beneath him, you covered his body in red stained kisses.
“Got all worked up watching you fight.” You groaned at the mere sight of his dick as he released it from his boxers.
Andrew didn’t even work you up with his fingers first, he pulled your legs around his waist and angled himself where he could get as deep as possible. You cried out at his fast pace, using his winners high to his advantage. You clawed at his back, nails leaving hot red marks as you tried to find anything to hold on to.
“B-baby- shit you feel so good!” Andrew hissed as you bit down his neck, licking the bruises as they formed. The heat was rising in both of you as his hips bucked and snapped as he kept his fast pace, his calloused thumb slid down your body until it was rubbing your aching clit.
You were sure your neighbors would file a noise complaint as he had you screaming praises. You gasped as Andrew pulled out suddenly. He only smirked as he placed kisses at your sternum and belly button, his hot tongue slid up your inner thigh until his face was finding solace in you. Your hands flew down to his curls as he lapped up the orgasam that shot through you. His nose hit just the right spots as you shamelessly pulled him into you further.
You should be his good luck charm more often.
omg I hope yall like it, this was such a fun challenge I don’t think it will be my only submission so keep an eye out!!
