18+ minors do not interact !!

“i can’t do this anymore!” you exclaim from your spot on the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest as you watch pope walk around the room, getting ready to leave with his brothers on a job.

he rolls his eyes—it’s always the same shit with you. worried about his safety, worried if he’s going to come home, make it in time for dinner. “it’s going to be fine, this should be a pretty easy lift, just a bank.”

you sniffle, a wave of frustration and sadness flowing through your body as you stand up, “no—no i’m serious, andrew. i’m done. i’m not doing this anymore. feeling sick to my stomach every time you leave—worried that you’ll even come home. i can’t do it!”

watching you stand there, hair all messy from sleep, naked body under the blanket, he takes a deep breath—realizing he needs to calm you down before he leaves. with outstretched hands he approaches you, “baby—it’s alright. i’ll be back, please don’t cry.”

n you step back, head held confidently, “no. if you go, i won’t be here when you get back.” pope freezes for a second, in all your arguments like this, you’ve never said something like that. he keeps walking towards you—settling his hands on each side of your face, wiping your tears. slowly n softly, he nudges you, making you step back—the back of your knees hitting the bed, laying you down.

“pope—“ you warn as he unfolds the blanket from your body, ignoring you. breathing picking up, he takes in your body, how fucking perfect you are, how fucking his. with you sprawled out on the bed, he lifts up, unbuttoning his jeans—taking out his fat cock.

your body runs hot, unable to control the way your pussy responds to seeing him like this, “andrew! are you listening to me?” wordlessly he leans down, chest to chest as he kisses down your neck, rubbing his cock against your folds. you moan, arching your back—you can’t help it.

he hums, sliding into you easily, “you won’t leave—you’ll stay right here in bed n wait for me like the good little doll you are.” you whimper, feeling so full as he fucks you slowly, pumping in and out.

“can’t leave me. feel the way i fit perfectly into this pussy? she’d miss me—“ he fucks you faster, leaving you a mess under him, bed creaking with every thrust.

“say it. say you won’t leave me.” he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together, makes you look at him as you nod, mumbling, “w-won’t leave—“

tw: fauxcest, dubcon, mean jack, pussy spanking, connotations for anal, papa/daddy kink, implied big hefty age gap !

thinking about aged up, much older jack, with barely any traces of reds and browns left in his hair and stubble ♡. . . he's telling you you're gross for calling him 'papa'. . . you answering back, "well, you're gross for flirting back with someone young enough to be your granddaughter!" you accused, jutting your chin up.