andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader
pwp with popey...a continuation to Window Shopping cw: daddy kink
"Took you long enough, baby," you coo when he finds you sitting in your kitchen with your lights off for once.
You know that your neighbour, Pope has a staring problem. You spotted him once watching you as you got ready for bed. Just sitting in a chair, peering out the window into your house. And since then, you've been putting on a show for him.
Sue a girl! He was hot...and yeah, a bit strange, but you like that. You like how he stares when you walk by, how his eyes fall to the curve of your ass in your bikini bottoms or your Daisy Dukes. You like how he carries your bins in. You like that he cares.
Even if he's kind of a stalker. And he's just broken into your house. But honestly, you've been waiting for this for God knows how long.
Pope doesn't speak, he just crosses the room and kisses you. Hard. He grips your cheeks between his large, rough hands. He presses his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him back, gripping at the front of his black t-shirt, pulling him closer. Tongues twist together; he tastes so fucking good. You move your hands to run them through his auburn curls.
You gasp when his hands move to your hips and he lifts you like you weigh nothing. A second gasp follows when your back lands against the hard wood of your table top.
"Gotta taste you, baby," he grunts. "Been dreaming about your cunt for weeks."
He pulls your sweet little shorts down, along with your panties. He lets out a groan of contentment at the sight of you. You're so much better up close than through your bedroom window. He presses kisses up and down your quivering thighs.
"Pretty girl," he groans.
He knows he's not good with women. He never has been. He's not even particularly good at sex. Never really had to think about it. So he's worried that you will push him off, come to your senses. An older man just broke into your house. But when he presses his tongue to your clit, your back arches off your table and you let out the sweetest moans.
The noises that you're making spur him on. He's messy when he gets your legs thrown over his shoulders. He presses his tongue between your folds, making you cry out. He sucks at your clit as he hands slide up your legs, over your stomach and up your shirt to your tits. Pope groans now when he realises you're not wearing a bra.
Such a fuckin' slut, he thinks.
His calloused fingers tease your already hardened nipples. And with that you come undone over his tongue. You soak his face and your release and his spit mix over the silver and ginger stubble on his face.
You think you have a second to catch your breath after the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life but Pope has picked you up and again. This time he throws you over his shoulder before carrying you to your bedroom.
He throws you on the bed and stands over you. He denies you the chance to undress him as he's pulling his clothes off himself. He toes off his boots, then his shirt and finally his jeans. You look at the tent forming in his boxers, but he climbs onto the bed. You pull your flimsy shirt over your head, leaving you bare again. He kisses you again, letting you grind against his erection until you're whimpering again.
You get your hands on the band of his boxers and start to push them down. You feel Pope smile against your lips and he helps you shuck off the last item of his clothing. You feel his cock, heavy against your soaking folds.
"Need you," you beg. "Please fuck me, daddy?"
You look at him with big doe eyes and Pope just grunts out in carnal need. That name drives him nuts and you look so fuckin' cute saying it.
He presses into you, taking his time, sliding inch by inch into your weeping cunt. Your back arches up to meet him. Finally he bottoms out and he presses kisses down your neck. Suddenly he starts slamming in and out of you. Hard thrusts that you're sure will leave bruises. And you cry out.
"Yea, fuck. Popey, just like that. Just like that, Daddy," you whine as he teases your tits.
You gasp when he pulls out and gathers you in his arms. He presses your front up against the huge window in your bedroom, the one that he would watch you through day in and day out. You shiver as your sensitive nipples press against the cold glass.
"You like being watched, huh?" Pope breathes in your ear as he stands behind you.
You nod your head as you feel his cock notch against your opening.
"Words, baby," he states.
"Good, let 'em watch me fuck ya," he grunts as he finally sheathes himself back into you.
You slam your hand against the glass as he starts drilling up into you. Your other hand moves back to grip his curls, anchoring yourself in him. The idea that anyone could watch you get railed by your scary neighbour has you cumming in record time. You can see the smirk on Pope's face in the reflection of the window.
When you cum, he carries you back to your bed.
"Hands and knees. Good girl," he gruffs waiting for you to do as you're told.
He presses into you faster this time. And you can tell he's close to his own release. He slides a hand in between your legs to tease your clit while the other grips your head and presses your face into the pillow.
Your moans fill the room as you orgasm for a third time.
Pope follows you over the edge this time. You whimper at the sensation of his cum filling you.
He holds you as you come down from your highs. He softens immediately, kissing over your body.
"Needa get you curtains, baby," he coos gently. "Cos I don't share my things."
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