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! mdni !

earlier, deran had said “it's 'cause pope’s scary as shit. have you seen his stare??” but you think your boyfriend is sweet! and you love the way he looks at you. how could anyone find him scary??

when pope finally does show up, he sees you dancing like it’s your last day on earth in the worlds tiniest bikini. he also sees all the douchebags staring at you while practically drooling. he grimaces, marching straight towards you.

you light up when you see him, running to jump into his arms with a sweet squeal of his name. he catches you with ease, your legs wrap around him tightly and he tastes the alcohol on your lips as you pepper kisses to his mouth. he grips your ass cheek with one large hand to further stake his claim on you in front of all the guys staring. “hi sweetheart.”

“missed you sooo much,” you sigh before pouting, “no one will talk to me.” pope can't even fake sympathy. a territorial sense of satisfaction washes over him knowing that everyone knows you’re his. the smirk spreads on his face and you swat at his shoulder.

“it’s not funny, andy! i was so lonely without you here that i was about to start offering blowjobs just for some conversation.” popes mouth thins, his humor instantly snuffed out by possessiveness.

“that’s not fucking funny,” his voice rough and his grip on your ass tightening. you giggle and run your fingers through his curls, “i’m kiddinggg, andy.” rubbing your nose against his before whispering, “the only cock i choke on is yours.” popes eyes widen at your crude words, “you’re very drunk.”

you hum happily and plant some more kisses to cheeks and nose, “soo drunk.” batting your lashes then sucking his bottom lip into your mouth before releasing it with a wet *pop*, “might even be drunk enough to let you fuck my mouth.”