I would spend a million years healing the scars on your body, as you've healed my own
Andrew "Pope" Cody X F!Soulmate!Reader
Of course, you weren't going to have that, if Andrew had to give up something because you couldn't have it around for whatever reason? Well, you were going to do whatever it took to make it known that he could fully relax around you.
A/N: AHHHHH, the finale is here! I've loved nothing more than writing this series, it's been my pride and joy and I want nothing more than for other people to enjoy it as well. warnings: SMUT BABY, nothing else really? reader has a vagina and it is referred to as such Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 5
Andrew hadn't been subtle, his hands shook ever so slightly as he sat across from you at the dinner table, a delicious meal sitting in front of you both. Emotion pooled low in your belly as you watched him, heart racing as your lips parted softly. There was no grand speech, no sonnets as he sang about how deeply in love he was with you. No, it was eye contact as Andrew slowly placed the small velvet box onto dark wood table. His fingers fell away quickly, the box sliding over closer to where you sat, eyes never wavering as he watched with anticipation. Your eyes stayed locked onto his own as you grabbed the box, the softness of the velvet more luxurious than you'd ever felt before.
Your eyes flicked down as he popped back the lid, inside sat the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen in your entire life. It was as if Andrew had bottled up what made you, well you and put it into a ring by sheer magic. You'd spent the last year looking for a ring, wanting nothing more to call Andrew your husband once and for all. Soulmate marks, or not, you couldn't imagine your life without someone so genuinely perfect for you. Someone that went out of his way to make sure you always felt like the most beautiful person to ever grace the earth. How he'd always protect you without smothering you, a hand wrapped around your waist as you walked together.
Andrew was more than a soulmate, he was everything you could ever want in a partner, someone that saw who you were.
"Andrew, I-," he held up a hand, shaking his head as he fought off the urge to smile.
It was a habit he'd been working to break, after you'd gushed at how much you loved his smile, the way his eyes would light up. He looked like a completely different person, someone that hadn't had to learn to be strong from childhood, someone that didn't have to hide who they were. Andrew looked like someone that was happy.
"Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" He was down on one knee before you could catch a breath, ring box held in his left hand, back ramrod straight as he smiled up at you.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, grin nearly wide enough to crack his face in two, tears beginning to well up in his lower lash line. You were nodding before he could finish the sentence, throwing your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his. Andrew laughed into the kiss, quickly snapping the box closed as his right arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Your barrage of kisses didn't stop as Andrew stopped himself from tipping back, tears running down your cheeks as you cried out 'yes!' Over and over.
"Yes! I'll marry you, Andrew," you laughed as you tried to keep the tears at bay, hand shaking as you held it up to let him put the ring on.
Andrew pulled the ring out carefully, resting it over the end of your finger for a brief second before carefully sliding it onto and down to the base of your finger. It was a perfect fit, something that didn't shock you at all when it came to Andrew. He knew every little detail about you, from which of his hoodies you steal the most solely based off softness, to how much you despised eggplant after eating it once as a teen. He would always run recipes by you before cooking anything, doing his best to avoid certain foods you didn't like, and avoiding any allergies you might have. He cared so much about making you happy, no matter if it meant sacrificing things for himself.
Of course, you weren't going to have that, if Andrew had to give up something because you couldn't have it around for whatever reason? Well, you were going to do whatever it took to make it known that he could fully relax around you. That he could cuddle up with you whenever he wanted, whether he was the big spoon, or more often the little spoon, he was allowed to want things. It shocked him how honest you were in the beginning, pulling him into your arms so he could lay against your chest. He was addicted from the first moment, hands pressed between your soft skin and the couch cushions.
He could never get enough of you, always having a hand pressed against you in any way, even if it meant just laying your hands overtop one another whenever the weather was too warm. You were it for him, no one else would ever have the chance to replace you. Fate had chosen you as his person for a reason, and he wasn't going to let that go.
"I love you," he didn't say it often, moreso choosing to show you he loved you in different ways that mattered.
"I love you too," you hadn't stopped crying, laughing softly to yourself as he reached up to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb.
His skin was soaked within seconds of touching, smile widening as he chuckled low enough the timbre sent a shiver up your spine. God, everything about that man drew you into him as if his very being was the only thing keeping you alive. Maybe he was, an entity sent by the gods to show you a life of pure heaven.
"Best thing to ever happen was running into you," he leaned forward slowly, forehead resting against yours as he sighed softly.
The air wasn't stiff, the two of you basking in the moment while enjoying the small amount of peace that finally came your way. You carded your fingers through his hair, pulling him close as your lips pressed to his. Andrew would never turn down a kiss, no matter what the situation was around him.
"Mmm, you keep talking like that and we're going to find out how soundproof these walls truly are," you giggled against his lips, fingers tightening in his hair.
"Make it sound like a threat, I like that," Fuck, if you started teasing him, he would surely die and go to heaven.
"Yeah? You want me to threaten you, Andrew?" Your lips trailed along his skin, teeth nipping gently against the softness of his throat, tongue tracing along the veins.
His breath hitched, heart racing as you slipped lower, teeth grazing along the exposed line of his throat, freckled skin flushing a deep pink. You giggled against him, feeling the way his body heated beneath your lips and teeth. It didn't take much to get Andrew to blush, not after finding out that he was your soulmate at least. He blushed from the tips of his ears nearly down to his bellybutton the first time you slept together, his palms sweaty from where he placed them on your sheets. However, that was about as much nervousness you got before he wrecked you for nearly an hour straight.
That was something fun you got to discover about Andrew, he wasn't a dominant type whatsoever, no, instead he much preferred giving you all the pleasure you could physically handle. He'd work you open with his fingers, mouth latched onto the swollen bundle of nerves as you cried out. You wouldn't get out of bed without at least two orgasms coaxed out of you. Not to mention his cock was pure perfection, just thick enough to stretch without hurting and curved up to hit that squishy spot that rendered you brainless.
Now don't let that fool you into thinking that you wouldn't return the favor for Andrew, not when he could take you apart six ways from sunday. You'd simply lay him on the bed, and tell him he didn't have to make any choices that night, that you would be in charge. He wanted to argue, scared you wouldn't like that he was more submissive. None of that mattered, there were no rules when it came to the bedroom. Well, only a few to keep you both safe and protected during the most intimate moments of your lives.
Andrew got a vasectomy so you could get off the pill after noticing the side effects were causing you to become deeply depressed every menstrual cycle. In turn you made a silent promise to yourself to let Andrew simply relax once or twice a month. To simply let go and forget everything that was currently going on in your lives, even the parts he didn't want to worry you with.
You had been working more often, having found out you were being transferred to a hospital in Pittsburgh with the rest of your coworkers. Andrew had been angry once he'd caught on to your little secret, telling you he had more than enough money for you to leave tomorrow. You knew the type of work he'd done in the past with his brothers, shocked to find out he'd quit a few months into dating you. He didn't want to risk losing his life during a job, leaving you without a soulmate, without him. It didn't take long before you had started looking for a home, something big enough for the two of you.
It ended up being a three bedroom, single story house that was just a fifteen minute drive to the hospital you were being sent to. The photos looked perfect, a place that would become your forever home for sure. Andrew had told you to put in the offer, refusing to have his criminal history be part of the process. Any sane realtor would do a background check on their client, and with his arrests and prison time? It wouldn't help you get any closer to getting that home.
She had called you two days later, setting up a meeting for you to see the house a few weeks ahead. Andrew started the process of getting the apartment packed up, and sent out to Pittsburgh so you could move in right away. Everything was so carefully, and meticulously packed away that you wouldn't be surprised if Andrew had memorized how each box was placed in the trailer.
It was a whirlwind once the final week had arrived, you and Andrew had flown in early in the morning, signing paperwork for the home later that afternoon. Andrew picked up the keys when you'd gotten word Samira arrived, heading out to have lunch with your boss. The rest of your coworkers showed up two days before you were meant to start at your new job. It helped ease his mind that you'd have people in your corner with so many new strangers. Everything was moved in and unpacked within three days of moving in. He refused to let boxes sit, knowing you would wait until you couldn't any longer before fully unpacking.
It helped you find scrubs in the morning when you wanted to let him sleep a little longer, a soft kiss pressed to his temple as you whispered an 'I love you' against his hair. He no longer felt a strike of fear each time he woke up and you were gone, knowing you were safer. You had a concealed carry, Andrew making sure you knew proper safety each and every day. You never ignored anything he said, always taking in how to turn off the safety, to a proper stance if it was needed.
No one would ever harm you again, and he'd be damned if anyone were to try and hurt you while he was around. Not if they wanted to live at least. You had to much love to give him, he wouldn't allow someone to try and take that away from him.
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"I met the charge nurse finally, I guess she was out sick with the flu so I didn't get the chance earlier," your legs were thrown over his lap, plate of pizza resting against your chest as his fingers grazed the skin of your thighs.
"Yeah? I know you said Samira's settling in nicely, argues with the other attending all the time," he would always listen to anything you had to tell him, from the cute kids you got to help take care of, to the grown men being downright despicable.
That one nearly sent him over the edge, the breathing exercises he'd learned helping keep him calm, along with your presence of course.
"Oh, you mean Dr. Robby? Yeah, they bicker more than anyone I've ever met before, but she's so good with the patients that I don't think they'd ever let her go," everyone had welcomed Samira in with open arms, shocked at how patient she was.
It was no secret that Samira didn't take shit from anyone, whether it was a nurse or a fellow doctor, or an unruly patient that was screaming at her. Robby had downright shocked when Samira put him in his place, telling the older man he could simply ignore her if she pissed him off so much. It simply made you respect the woman even more, standing up to the person that was technically her new boss.
"Has he said anything to you about it, level the playing field?" Ever the instigator, Andrew wasn't going to back down with the possibility of finding out about your new boss.
The only real evidence you had to base anything on was that he was definitely a workaholic, as if Samira wasn't the exact same way. She'd never stop working if she could, no matter what society had to say about people who worked constantly.
"He tried to during my lunch, but she walked in before he could get out more than two words," you shoved the final bite of pizza in your mouth, chewing slowly as you contemplated everything.
Your phone pinged on the coffee table, alerting you to a new text in the groupchat you'd made once arriving. It was mainly your old coworkers along with a few new people, having to get a vibe on them before allowing them into the secret club.
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Your brow furrowed as you glanced over, noticing that Trinity was absolutely blowing up the chat. Jesus, what the hell was going on?
Trin: MOHAN JUST MET HER SOULMATE
Trin: I REPEAT
Trin: MOHAN HAS MET HER SOULMATE
You pushed into action immediately, setting your plate down and grabbing your phone to quickly reply to the news rushing in.
You: What?! WHO IS THIS PERSON YOU SPEAK OF?
Trin: The night shift attending! Did you get the chance to meet him? Names Jack Abbot, apparently he's a vet too
You: A vet?!?!?! Of course she attracted someone that's got their own set of problems. She's always wanted to help fix something, or someone
Trin: Right! Omg you need to find a chance to meet this guy, he's like super badass
You: Well, I work tomorrow so I might run into him if I'm lucky
You could hardly comprehend the news, Dr. Samira Mohan, the woman more stubborn than anyone you'd ever met before. The person who'd once told you while quite intoxicated after having thirteen jello shots, that she was afraid she'd never meet her soulmate. It was always a silly thing to worry about, putting all of your hope in someone else. You'd chastised yourself in the past for worrying over your soulmate, hoping and praying you'd meet them. Samira had done her best to be stoic, only those closest to her knew she'd lost her father. Her father being the one person who truly knew her inside and out.
To hear that she met the person that would grow to let her in and prove to her there was someone that could love her unconditionally. You'd have to get a vibe from him first, before you even let him get close to Samira, attempt to at least.
"Samira met her soulmate, night shift attending from what Trinity just sent," Andrew leaned over to glance at the screen, humming lowly.
"D'you think the world would be cruel to her?" It was no secret that some soulmates ended up being toxic to their partners, just because fate wants you together doesn't mean it's healthy.
"If it is, I'll find the guy and take care of him myself," you were very protective over the people you cared about, friends were no different.
"I don't doubt that at all," he smiled softly at you, fingers dipping between your thighs, chasing the warmth your skin gave him.
"Thank you for being so understanding," your giggle echoed around the room as he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips, fingers gripping your thigh harder.
God, he would be the death of you before anything else could get the chance.
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If you had thought Andrew had been nervous to propose to you, it had absolutely nothing on the day of your elopement. You'd each stayed in separate rooms, refusing to see one another until the last minute as a way to surprise one another. Andrew had worn a navy blue suit with a crisp white under shirt, his pocket square a bright white to match the dress you bought. The dress fit your body perfectly, stopping just above your knees to show off the small heels you'd ordered special. Andrew had no idea you'd had custom shoes, and a garter belt made, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
You might have hired Trinity to be your photographer, Andrew handing over a wad of cash as long as she promised to get good photos. She'd promised the two of you nothing but the best, keeping her distance while making sure the shots were perfect. He wouldn't deny and say he didn't cry if anyone asked, he wasn't ashamed to admit you brought tears to his eyes. To him, you'd never looked more beautiful than in that moment. You were an angel sent down from the heavens for him, to prove he was worthy. You had a handkerchief hidden in the top of your dress, dabbing at your eyes as you took him in.
Andrew had looked like everything you'd dreamed of, and more. His hair gelled slightly, taming his curls and giving him a more boyish charm. God, you couldn't be any luckier than in that very moment.
The drive down to the courthouse was quiet, Trinity taking photos every few minutes to capture different moments before you each said I Do. His hands never left you after you got out of the car, to waiting in line to stand in front of the judge. Trinity made sure to avoid everyone else in the room, simply taking photos of you and Andrew together. You'd find the perfect wedding photo after a few weeks and small edits.
You waved Trinity off as Andrew paid for her Uber, making sure she had a way home so the two of you could enjoy your first night as a married couple. Everyone knew what you and Andrew would be getting up to, almost everyone keeping their thoughts to themselves. Trinity laughed and told you to thank the heavens you couldn't get pregnant.
In retrospect you probably should've really taken her words into consideration, especially since Andrew slammed you onto the kitchen table the moment you stepped inside.
"Fuck! Oh my god, Andrew!" Your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out, nails scraping against his scalp as you gripped onto his hair, his tongue swirling around your clit.
He chuckled lowly against your cunt, fingers pressed against your entrance, teasing as he spread your wetness further over you. Before you could utter a protest he slid two fingers deep, slowly curling them and relishing in the guttural moan you let slip. He knew he was doing good, fingers pressed against your g-spot as he sucked on your bundle of nerves. Your first orgasm of the night crashed over you, thighs squeezing his head harshly as you cried out. Andrew didn't stop his minstrations, ignoring the way your thighs quivered as he lapped hungrily at your essence.
He was addicted to the way you tasted, desperate to lick you clean no matter if you had the energy to ride his face, or have him do most of the work. Safe to say, the man was a munch and would happily bleach his facial hair if it meant getting to eat your pussy daily.
"Baby, need to show you something," you could barely keep your eyes open, forcing yourself to stay conscious as he pulled away from your soaked pussy.
"Hmm?" He stood upright, pulling off his suit coat before staring on the buttons of his shirt.
You followed suit, reaching back to blindly grab the zipper on your dress, managing to hook and unzip it quickly. A groan slipped through your lips at how well he filled out the white undershirt, biceps nearly ripping the inseams of the sleeves. Jesus, this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.
"Hold on," you carefully slipped the dress down and over your hips, pushing it into one of the kitchen chairs with a silent victory when it didn't hit the floor.
Andrew chuckled softly, hands sliding up the sheer white thigh high stockings you'd had on underneath. His brow furrowed as he noticed something sparkling against your thigh, his thumb reaching down to trace over the soft lace.
Andrew.
It was sewn into the lace, the reminder that he was yours. His throat tightened for a moment, emotion swirling low in his gut as his gaze never wavered from the garter.
"You did this for me?" His voice was thick, lip quivering slightly.
"I wanted a keepsake of the best day of my life," the garter was more than just his name, it would always be a reminder of the day you knew you'd have Andrew forever.
"I fucking love you," he leaned down suddenly, pressing his lips to yours harshly as he pushed your thighs apart, hips slotting between your own.
You whimpered into the kiss, grinding your exposed cunt to the fabric of his suit pants, it sent a ripple of pleasure zinging up your spine. Another two grinds was all you got before he was pinning your hips down, growling against your lips.
"Baby, if you keep doing that this will be over long before it's able to get started," Andrew had been hard since the drive home, refusing to even pull his dick out until you were at least three orgasms in.
"Wanna feel you, so empty," you whined, hands sliding to his biceps as your nails grazed his skin.
A hiss slipped through his teeth at the slight sting, his fingers pushing back inside your warmth. You relished in the feeling, back arching off the table as you grinded down onto his fingers, desperate to get him inside your body once more. It didn't matter if you'd slept together the night before, that you'd woken up sore thinking about him as you touched yourself. Andrew had heard your whimpers, stroking his cock in time with each loud moan, calculating how fast you would finish. He, of course, timed it perfectly, cumming over his stomach as you cried out.
"I love everything about you, everything," his teeth nipped at your throat, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. "Come for me, come all over my fucking hand."
Your eyes rolled back as your pussy tightened around his fingers, essence coating his fingers as you rode out the orgasm until you couldn't anymore. He wanted to push for a third, to bring you a euphoria you'd never experienced before. You grabbed his hand before he could make that decision, pulling his fingers free as your other hand hastily pulled at the button of his pants. Hunger roared through you as you finally popped the button, unzipping his pants with the same hand.
"I love how enthusiastic you are, but if you don't put your cock in me within the next ten seconds, I will explode," your eyes were wide, sweat dripping down the side of your face.
"Yes ma'am," he smirked before pushing down his pants and boxer briefs hastily.
You laid back against the table, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist, as if he would put up any kind of fight right in that moment. His fingers traced along the garter once more, taking it in as his heavy cock rested against your sensitive cunt.
"Tell me if it starts to hurt," Andrew said it every time, no matter how rushed or slow you took things.
You nodded, keeping your eyes on him, lips parting as he slowly pushed inside. It didn't matter how often the two of you had sex, it always felt as amazing as your first time together. He wasn't afraid to be rough when you asked, figuring out what made you tick. In reality everything about Andrew turned you on, from the deep richness of his voice, to the way his biceps nearly ripped more shirts than he was proud to admit.
"Always so fucking warm," Andrew was obsessed with you, there was no hiding or denying when it came to how he felt about you.
He pulled out slowly, grinding back in at an achingly slow pace. Even if he'd given you two orgasms prior, there was always that fear he'd hurt you. You weren't going to complain though, not when he knew how to take you apart so effortlessly.
"Andrew, please," you weren't passed begging, not if it meant getting what you wanted.
He listened closely to the tone, deciphering what you needed from him in that very moment. It became clearer immediately, his hands gripped your hips roughly, his cock slamming into you harshly. Your eyes rolled back as your nails dug into the skin of his bicep, a loud scream of pleasure ripping free from your throat. He grunted as you tightened around him, signaling your third orgasm of the day. His pace never faltered, grip steady as he pounded you into the wooden table.
"O-oh, f-f-fuck!" Your knees pressed up into his ribs, simply holding on for dear life as he wrecked you thoroughly on the table.
"'M close baby, love you," Andrew grit the words out, brow furrowed as his hips slowly began to lose their perfect rhythm, body begging for release.
You tightened your core around him, relishing in the deep groan he let loose as he came deep inside your body. His hips jerked out a few more thrusts before stilling entirely, chest heaving as he came down from his own high.
"Swear it gets better every time," Andrew laughed as you giggled beneath him, legs firmly wrapped around his waist.
"That's cause it does," you knew there was something special about him, and the sex was nothing to scoff at.
His eyes softened as he looked at you, taking every inch of you he could properly see, your knees holding him tight. Everything about you was perfect to him, from the way you'd snort if you laughed hard enough, to how you'd save the best bites of your ice cream for him.
And he was going to get to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.
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You enjoyed the time off you'd had after getting married, Robby was more than willing to give you five days off in a row, a mini honeymoon for the time being. Andrew knew he wanted to do something special for an actual honeymoon, but he wanted time to prepare. Given that he was also working at one of the auto body shops nearby, it wasn't easy getting even three days off, let alone ten. You deserved more than just a weekend away, he was going to make sure you were pampered the entire time.
For now the two of you were working, waiting until things could be set in stone before taking the time away for each other. Which meant you would finally be getting to meet Samira's soulmate, the man who had her smitten underneath the hard exterior. You'd tried the moment you found out about the man, but it was as if he'd been avoiding you. C'mon, it wasn't like you were that scary, right?
"I'll keep an eye on south ten, I know Mohan mentioned the first set of labs came back and she had some concerns," a different voice caught your attention, that didn't sound like Shen, the other night shift attending, and it definitely wasn't Robby.
Your head whipped up, looking around before landing on the man standing beside Robby, he was average height, hair fully gray and slightly curly. Arms that could rival your husbands in size alone, huh he even had the same amount of freckles. Eyes slowly trailing up before landing on his face and-.
Holy shit, he could be your husbands twin with how similar they looked. Only difference was Jack had slightly deeper wrinkles, eyes that had seen a thousand different horrors. Plus the hair color was another big factor, Andrew had only just started to go gray on his temples. It was just another thing that had you jumping his bones at the end of the day, not that either of you were complaining.
How could you bring something like that up to him without it sounding strange? Your boss' soulmate was someone that looked like a slightly older version of himself? Even thinking it to yourself sounded outright insane, but looking at Jack, you couldn't deny it. You'd just simply come to that bridge when you needed to cross it.
For now you would worry about planning your honeymoon, and what exactly you were going to have for dinner that night. There was nothing else you needed to worry about anymore.
Things were finally,
Perfect.
