jackrabbott

The Pitt

prose:

The Beginning- wc 1.7k

The Gala- wc 5.2k

Recovery- wc 2k

Rubber Glove Dolls- wc 5.6k

text exchanges:

Mcdonald's Breakfast

Chicken Cutlets

Can't Resist (NSFW)

ice cream & happy tears

Dr. Abbot

Outfit

Animal Kingdom:

prose:

Andrew- wc 2.6k MDNI!!! SMUT!!!

Poolside Pope- wc 2.7k MDNI!!! SMUT!!!

Animal Planet- wc 2.1k MDNI!!! SMUT!!!

Girl's night gone south- wc 3.6k MDNI!!! SMUT!!!

Trying Something New - wc 2.6k MDNI!!! SMUT!!!

i know pope isn’t so good at getting head. he doesn’t like the idea of something that only feels good for him. you have a very switchy dynamic between you two but he finds it hard to believe that his pleasure is just as important ad yours. it takes a lot of reassurance on your part that it’s something you really want to do.

when you finally get to a place where you both feel comfortable you reduce him to a puddle in a matter of moments. with your hands, with your mouth, the way your tongue moves and your lips suck- it all drives him nuts. it’s the first time you really hear him whimper. and i mean really whimper. he’s moaning and clawing at the sheets, running his hands through your hair. he’s barely able to from words much less full sentences. he’s finally able to let go and just feel good without responsibility or shame.

you praise him the entire time, making sure he feels safe and loved and that he knows you’re loving every second of what you’re doing. you tease him for longer than necessary just to hear him moan for longer. you start building up, determined to make him cum like this. part of you wants to make him beg for it, but you think better of it and keep that in you back pocket for next time.

he starts to get shy as he’s about to cum. he’s trying to warn to, telling you to release him from your mouth. he’s scared to cum in your mouth. you pull yourself off to talk to him but keep your hand working his dick.

“i really, really want you to cum down my throat. if you’ll let me, that’s exactly what i plan on happening. you’re safe, you’re loved, and my god are you intoxicating. now are you gonna be good for me and cum down my throat?”

his eyes widen and his grasp on the sheets tightens. he gasps out a “yes” as your hand works him up and down and that’s all you need to take him back into your mouth and finish the job. it’s only a few more moments before he’s shaking and shooting his load deep down your throat. you’re both panting and you raise yourself up to kiss him.

“i love the way we taste together.” you purr into his ear. his head falls back on the pillows and you lay your head on his chest. his hand finds your back and lazily traces circles. you kiss each other wherever you can reach. he tries, sleepily, to offer to return the favour but you politely refuse.

“tonight was for you my love. it’s allowed to be all about you sometimes.” he doesn’t have a verbal reply, it’s all a lot for him to process, but he holds you tighter and doesn’t let go until he knows you’re asleep and finally falls asleep himself.

It had been pouring all day long; the sky was gray and hazy, thunder boomed and thunder flashed every so often. It had been the perfect day. You and Pope had spent the day curled up in your apartment together not doing much of anything. You ate breakfast and drank coffee over a newspaper you split in half and swapped half way through. You curled up on the couch and took turns picking shows- his action and car shows while yours are 2000's comedy comforts. You take a long, hot, shower, the water hitting your skin like a gentle massage.  

You step into the bedroom in just your towel, hair still wet and starting to curl, to see Pope propped up on the bed, shirtless, and staring at you like a sniper latched to a target. You adjust your towel and reach for the clothes you laid on the bed pre-shower. Pope kicks out a foot and knocks your hand out of the way. Your head jerks up to look at him. A small smile traced your boyfriend's lips as he leaned over to grab the clothes and toss them over the other side of the bed. You look at him confused before he speaks.  

"I want you to sit on my face." Plain and simple. More of a command than a request. He moves himself closer to you and bring one of his hands to the one that is holding your towel in place. He tugs at it gently and any confusion or resistance you might have melts away. You lets his hand guide yours down, and as the towel comes tumbling down around you, you can't tell what sensation is more intense: the cold air on your slightly damp skin, or Pope's gaze as his eyes devour your exposed body. 

Without another word he's pulling you into his lap, kissing you with one hand in your wet hair and the other gripping your waist. Your tongues explore each other's mouths and your hips instinctively grind down on the bulge forming in your boyfriend's pants.  

"Fuck Andrew." You blurt out as you wrench your lips apart. His face is buried in your neck, kissing and biting, and the stubble of his facial hair prickles in the best way possible. He kisses down your chest and under your breasts. He starts biting and sucking harder and you know he's leaving marks. He sucks and bites and kisses back up your chest to your neck to leave a few more marks above your collar bone and below your ear. 

"I want you on my face. Please." Pope states between bites of your neck. He's not quite begging, but you can tell he's desperate. You run your hands up his chest to rest on Pope's shoulders and guide him to lay down.  

It's your turn to look at him now. The way he looks up at you -the desperation in his eyes- you can't get enough of it.  

"Please." He's begging now.  

"Of course sweetheart." You purr as you lift yourself onto his mouth. As you ease down onto your boyfriend, his hands reach around your thighs and pull you tight to his face. In seconds your head is thrown back and your hands are grabbing for Pope's hair. He knows exactly what to do with your clit; just how to lick and suck to make you scream his name in a torrent of expletives and moans.  

"Grind baby." He manages to grunt out. You oblige happily. Your hips grind onto his mouth but it's not enough. You're grinding on his face harder and harder. His stubble is just prominent enough to add the perfect spark of pain to the pleasure you're writhing in. It's not long before you're screaming and grinding your way to an orgasm. Your boyfriend holds you tighter as you climax, burying his face in you as deep as he can while you twitch and clench around him.  

"Fuck! Fuck- Andrew, god." It’s another few seconds before Pope finally lets you up. You collapse next to him on the bed and roll over to kiss him. Your tongue searches his mouth looking for every little bit of yourself.  

"I love the way we taste together." You whisper almost in unison as you pull apart, your head falling to his chest and his arm wrapping around you. You lay there for a minute just holding each other before Pope gets up and retrieves your clothes he threw across the room a few minutes ago. He hands them to you with a kiss to your forehead.  

"I'm gonna get started on dinner, why don't you get dressed and join me when you're ready." Pope could be scary, and intimidating, and dangerous, but he could also be so gentle, and loving, and steady. You smile and reach for the clothes. 

"I'll be right there my love. I've had some cocktail recipes I've been wanting to try, any interest?"  

"Yeah. I'll try a couple." And with that he was out the door.  

You spent the evening cooking dinner together and trying various proportions of some pomegranate citrus cocktail, trying to find just the right balance. After a full meal and a few drinks you found yourselves in bed. You knew what a few cocktails did to Pope. His hands were all over you and those puppy dog eyes of his were working is overdrive. A question popped into your head and before you could stop yourself it was coming out of your mouth. 

"Is there anything you want to do in bed that we haven't done yet?" You ask as you curl into your boyfriend.  

"Uh. Shit. Really?" He's clearly taken aback and rightfully so.  

"Really. I wanna know. Maybe I can make it happen." You press a few soft kisses into his chest.  

"I guess, fuck," you love when Pope's flustered like this, "I guess I've always wanted to try 69? I don't expect you to use your mouth if you don't want to but I wanna taste you from the back." You blush and pull yourself deeper into him. Your first instinct is to be embarrassed, but you sit with it for a few seconds and realize it might be fun.  

You lift your head up to meet his gaze, "I think I can make that happen." You whisper as your hand wanders towards the waistband of his shorts. You start slowly tugging at them but Pope quickly gets tired and yanks down both his shorts and underwear. His hands are on you in a blur, pulling at your clothes like if he doesn’t take this opportunity now he'll never get it again. In seconds you're bare in front of him for the second time in 4 hours.  

You hesitate to just climb on him so you lean down to kiss Pope who is already on his back. He kisses you back with the passion that keeps you coming back for more every time. You blush slightly as you pull away, the idea of what you're about to do making you more shy than you normally would be. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Pope asks, noticing the hesitation in your body and on your face. 

"Yes, I promise I do. I'm just a little nervous." You admit.  

"That's okay, we'll take it at your pace. If you want to stop we stop; we don't do anything you don't want to do." He's so sincere your fear melts away enough for you to begin to shift your body into position. You swing your knee over his shoulder and arch your back as you slide down his stomach. Pope's dick growing ever harder and getting closer and closer to your face both excites you and makes you nervous. You feel his hands wrap around your legs and rub the insides of your thighs gently. He moves his hands up to your ass, gripping tightly. Your pussy clenches around nothing as his fingers trace your most sensitive spots. With a grunt he grabs you tightly and pulls you onto his face.  

You let out a moan as his tongue plunges into you and his fingers dig into your ass. Your head falls and your face is buried in his thigh, his rock hard cock an inch from your face. You've never felt like this before; your bodies fully pressed together, your boyfriend's mouth absolutely devouring you, you moan and squirm against him. Pope always knows how to make you feel so good you don't know how to form coherent sentences. You're basking in the feeling of his tongue on your clit when you remember this is, indeed, a two player game. You know there's no pressure and that's what makes you feel comfortable enough to try something new. You lift your head to look at his throbbing one. Your hand wraps around his shaft and he lets out a groan of pleasure.  

The vibrations of his voice on your cunt is too much and yet you need more. You press your lips to his head and swirl your tongue around it slowly. Pope moans again and the vibrations mixed with the prickle of his stubble and the warm wetness of his tongue made you squeal. You take him further into your mouth and you swear you can feel him growing in your mouth. You're both moaning into each other as he sucks on your clit hard and you take him all the way to the back of your throat in response. 

"Fuck you taste so good for me." Pope grunts into you.  

God those vibrations.  

That stubble.  

"Andrew, god, you feel so good." You sink your mouth back down around him and he groans and grips you tighter. Pope responds by circling your clit harder and faster, pressing into it with the flat of his tongue just how you like.  

Pope's hands reach for your stomach and begin to pull you up, off of him. You don’t understand what's happening until you feel his tongue trail back from your clit, over your hole, and further towards your back door. You gasp with recognition and he freezes under you. 

"This okay?" He asks cautiously. You take a moment to consider and decide there's a first time for everything. 

"Yeah. Yes. I want to try, with you." You can feel him smile under you even if you can't see it and it makes you smile too. You feel so safe and so alive all at the same time. In the back of your head a voice tells you this is what love feels like and you can't find a solid argument against it. 

His tongue circles around your hole and you squirm at the new sensation. He holds your hips in place while he makes the circles smaller and smaller until he's right up against your hole. You squeal and shake at the sensation and your hand reaches for his stomach to steady yourself. You enjoy the new feeling but all of a sudden you start to feel empty. You need him back inside you. You lean back down to take him in your mouth again.  

Pope moans into you and goes back down to your clit. He's alternating between your holes now, like he can't choose. He finally settles on you clit and sucks hard, pulling you deeper into him by your ass. You feel yourself getting close and you're both so desperate to cum and yet you wish this moment could last for hours. Your boyfriend knows you, and your body, better than anyone else. He knows exactly how to make you shake and scream and he's pulling out every trick in his book. You're so close and he knows it. He pushes you over the edge, the muscles in your legs tighten and your back arches but you don't stop using your mouth on him. As you ride out the multiple waves of your orgasm you continue to work his dick hard and fast. You're bobbing up and down, hand filling the space your mouth isn’t when Pope starts grunting harder and harder.  

"Fuck I'm gonna- fuck!" He wraps his arms around you and pulls you off of him before he can finish. You collapse back onto his thigh, his skin warm and soft, his dick still hard an inch from your face; heat radiating off, and spit dripping down it. You run your hands up and down his legs. You're both breathing hard and your clit is still pulsing from the orgasm hat was just ripped out of you.  

"Fuck." You let out in a half whimper half exhale. You take a few more breaths then lift yourself to turn around. You need to kiss him, to taste yourself on him. You swing your leg over once, and then twice, turning around to straddle him. You grind your hips back on his rock hard dick and you press your lips to his. His moan combined with the way you taste is too much to handle.  

"I need you inside me." You can't tell if you're begging or commanding but it doesn't matter. His hand reaches up to guide himself into you and you both gasp and moan in harmony as Pope's tip enters your tight hole. You grip onto his shoulders and he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you in close. Your face is pressed into his neck and you leave kisses and bites wherever you can reach. He's thrusting into you and you're grinding down to meet him. The rhythm isn't perfect, and it doesn't need to be. It's raw, and messy, and desperate and so are both of you.  

"Andrew- guuh- I love the way you fucking fill me up. It's so much- it's so good." You're babbling and whimpering from the intensity of the pleasure you feel. 

"My pretty girl, anything for you. You feel so fucking good around me, don't stop clenching. Fuck, god, fuck, you feel amazing. And you smell so... god com'ere"  

You're both grinding and thrusting into each other as hard and fast as you can. His hand reaches for your arm and he crosses it over his face so your armpit is level with is nose. He takes a deep inhale before drawing his tongue across you, licking up every bit of sweat he had fucked out of you. You gasp in shock before realizing just how hot you find that. He's so obsessed with you he literally wants to lick your sweat. You clench around him tighter than you thought was possible and his moans get even more desperate.  

"God baby, I love you. You feel so good around me, fuck I love you." He's babbling now too. 

"I love you too. God I want you to come. Please I fucking need it." You're so desperate to make him feel just as good as he makes you feel.  

"I will, shit, of course I will. You know just what to do, just keep- fuck, oh god, I'm- I'm, fuck!" And with that he empties himself into you with a grunt and a moan, then a whimper and a sigh. You melt into each other and roll onto your sides. You kiss each other gently amongst the heavy breathing and expletives you exchange. He goes to pull out of you but you pull him closer instead.  

"Just a little longer, please. I just love the way you feel." You ask shyly.  

"Of course my love. Anything you need." He reassures with a kiss to your forehead.  

Your bracelets jingle as you clasp the backs on to your earrings. Standing at the bathroom counter, leaning over the sink to get a better view as you fiddle with the teeny tiny backings. You feel Pope's eyes on you before you catch a glimpse of him standing in the doorway from the mirror. You quickly became aware of how arched your back is- Pope noticed too. He stares at you without saying a word as you continue to get ready. Music humming in the background as you adjust your hair and your top one last time, you could feel Pope examining your every move without blinking, like if he couldn't spare even a millisecond of looking at you. You turn to head out the door but Pope doesn't move from the doorway.  

"Where are you going again?" He half grunts half questions. 

"The bar with some friends." You reply casually. 

"Which bar?" He presses both verbally and physically as he takes a half step towards you. 

"Daren's." You reply standing your ground. 

"With who?" You freeze for a second. Your first instinct is to get defensive at Pope's line of questions but once you take a beat you think about Andrew, not Pope, and you realize he just needs to know you're safe.  

"The girls you know from my work, and some of their friends I haven’t met yet." You see, in real time, his jaw muscles tighten and set. "Daren will be there the whole time and there are a bunch of regulars I'm familiar with. I promise I'll be completely safe." His jaw loosens a little but not entirely.  

What you don't realize is that he's not only concerned about your safety. He's seen you go out in that outfit a million times but not since you've been his girlfriend. Not since you were finally his. The idea of anyone but him seeing you like this made his spine itch and his fists clench against his will. He's not proud of it. He knows full well that you're your own person and cand handle yourself just fine, but that knowledge isn't enough to keep the knot in his stomach from tightening.  

"I know." He grunts. "Just, let me pick you up okay? Don't get in an uber or god-so-help-me anyone who's had a single drink's car." His eyes are boring holes into yours and his eyebrows were furrowed in a very serious way.  

"Yeah, okay." You lean in and place your hand on his chest. "I've got my girls, I've got Daren, and I've got myself- I'll be safe." And you press a kiss to his cheek. Pope softens ever so slightly- you wouldn't have noticed it months ago but now it was as clear as day. He reaches for your waist and spins you around. He presses his forehead to yours as he walks you backwards, one hand around your waist the other on the back of your neck pulling your forehead to his. 

"You sure you want to go out tonight?" Pope pulls you into him while at the same time forcing you back. 

"Pope I haven't been out in like two weeks, I really want to go out with my friends." He freezes. He hears the slight plea in your voice. He immediately feels guilty and pulls away quickly.  

"Yeah, fuck. Go." He barks turning his head. You instinctively reach for his face and guide it so your eyes meet.  

"I'll only be gone a few hours. I promise I'll call you when it's time to come home, then I'll come back here. To you. I promise." You kiss him gently and rub your lip gloss that transferred off his lips with your thumb.  

"Okay." Is all he grumbles.  

Your phone buzzes: it's your friends outside. You reach for your purse. The sound of your heels on the floor send a shock through Pope with each little click. You kiss him one more time before heading for the door. As your hand hits the knob Pope chokes out, "I'm here. If, you need me- anything. Just call." Your smile boarders a grin. "I will sweetheart. See you soon." 

And with that you're gone. Pope sits himself down on the couch and flicks on the tv. He flips through about fourteen channels before shutting the tv off. He can't pay attention to anything anyway. All he can think of is you, out, in that skirt and top that left very little to the imagination. He knew the kinds of guys at Daren's bar. Alone or not, no matter how much he rationalized it, Pope just couldn’t stand it. He went to the fridge to try and get a glass of water. Before he could even make it to the fridge he scooped his keys off the countertop and made his way out the door.  

He felt like he was in a trance. He knew what he was doing crossed the line, but he couldn't help himself. He just needed to make sure you were safe- that no one messed with you. Not now that you were his. He was on autopilot. He parked in the back of the bar's parking lot and grabbed a baseball cap out of his backseat. Sliding it on Pope made his way into the bar. He scanned the room and spotted you almost immediately. You and your friends are in the back corner, a round of shots already being passed out. The group is bigger than Pope thought it would be and he can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.  

Pope makes his way to the opposite side of the bar and orders a beer so he can blend in better not because he plans on drinking it. His eyes never leave you. Pope stares as you speak animatedly, and laugh, and drink with your friends. It warms his heart to see you so happy and he's glad he didn't push harder for you to stay home. 

As easy mannered as he's trying to be, something is bugging Pope. The guy behind you draws his attention. He's standing a little too close to you, laughing a little too hard at your jokes. He makes sure your cup is full and buys you multiple drinks. You don't seem to pay much attention to him. You show the appropriate amount of gratitude for the drinks, and a polite vibe, but nothing more. Pope isn't worried at all about what you'll do, but he knows what that guy wants and it makes Pope's blood boil at just the thought.  

Both men stare at you as you take shot after shot, keeping pace with the group. The hours pass and the night gets louder and louder. The place is packed- hot and sweaty- and the music is blaring. The lights feel so bright yet somehow only illuminate a small circle around them. Andrew's tired and he wants to go home but he can't bring himself to leave you here.  

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You're standing in a big group of your friends new and old. It's so refreshing to be with every day people not involved in criminal activity. Both the conversation and drinks flowed. You're drunk and it's hot and late. You check your phone for the time: 1:47 AM.  

"Hey! I'm gonna go outside for a smoke and some fresh air. Ironic I know but whatever." You shout to the person next to you over the music. You reach for your purse and think you might call Pope to come get you. As you head out you realize someone is following you.  

Pope realizes too.  

You're both hyper aware of the man following you out of the bar.  

You look for a friend or anyone to come with you, but no one meets your glance. You don't know the man behind you, he's a friend of a friend. Surely he's fine right? He probably just heard you were going for a smoke and wants one too. You make your way outside but stay close to the door to the bar.  

Pope is both terrified and furious. The idea of you drunk and alone with another man- so many things could go wrong and he couldn't live with himself if any of that happened to you. He knew better than to just walk out the front door so he made his way into Daren's office and out the window to come around the back. When he saw you, you were casually smoking a cigarette with the mystery man.  

He can see you talking but you don't look happy. Pope holds himself back until he sees a hand around your wrist and hears a scream leave the lips that kisses him goodbye just hours ago. Without hesitation Pope is rounding the corner and his jaw is connecting with the man's temple. Your friend's friend hits the ground and Pope delivers a swift kick to his stomach. Without a word Pope turns around and scoops you up by the waist. He throws you over his shoulder and marches you towards his car. 

"Andrew! What the fuck? I- Fuck Andrew!" You shout, drunk and confused as you're hauled away. You thrash and kick but Pope's grip doesn't loosen. A little part in the back of your head makes a note of how easily Pope can carry you around, but it's buried by the weight of what just happened. How long had Pope been there? Did he really just deck that guy in the head? How many drinks did you have? Did any of that matter? 

Suddenly the fight went out of you. You went limp in your boyfriend's arms. Or across his shoulder really. He kept you safe. He was there when you needed him. In minutes Pope makes it to the car, fishing the keys out of his pocket and opening the door. He slides you off his shoulder and into the passenger seat. He reaches across to buckle you in and you reach for his face as he clicks you in place. You turn his face towards yours and plant a kiss to his forehead.  

"Thank you." You whisper. Then hiccup. Pope holds your hands in his and brings them to his lips to kiss them softly.   

"Let's get you home okay?" He places your hands gently on your lap and closes the door.  

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Pope is physically carrying you to bed fireman style. You feel like a drunken princess as he walks you effortlessly through the house and to the bedroom. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him over and over. You're giggling and smiling through each kiss. All you care about is that you're in the arms of a man who will quite literally fight to protect you. You feel safe and cared for. The liquor is making everything hazy and spin slightly. You're in Pope's room now and he's placing you on his bed. His hands are at the hem of your skirt pulling it down.  

"Oh?" You ask running a hand through Pope's hair. He doesn't answer but reaches for your top. You go to kiss him and he hesitates. He kisses you back, but slowly and with restraint. Instead of reaching for your exposed body he reaches for his dresser drawer. He pulls out a t-shirt and shorts. Before you can protest he's slipping the shirt over your head. 

"As much as I want nothing more than you wrapped around my cock right now, you're drunk. It wouldn't right. If you still want to in the morning I'm happy to do whatever you want. For now, let's just get you to bed okay? There are some makeup wipes in the bathroom. I'll get you in these pj's then I'll take off your makeup." And he does just that. You pepper little kisses along his neck and arms while he gets you dressed. You feel the room shift in the brief moment he leaves for the bathroom. When he comes back with the makeup remover you can't help but smile.  

"Thank you Andrew." You say just above a whisper. "You're so good to me."  

"Anytime." Is all he says as he reaches into the pack for a wipe. His hands are gentle as they caress your face. He uses just enough pressure to be effective, but no more than necessary. Before you know it you're clean and dressed for bed. Pope tucks you in and places a kiss to your forehead. He turns off the light and gets himself ready for bed in the dark. Within minutes you feel him slide into bed next to you, his chest pressing up against your back and his hand wrapping around your waist. He pulls you in close and plants a kiss to the back of your neck. "Sweet dreams my angel." He whispers in your ear. You smile sleepily and whisper "Sweet dreams," back.  

The night passes and you stay wrapped in Pope's arms the entire time.  

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You wake up to the sun poking through the curtains. You squint and roll over into Pope's chest.  

"Good morning." He grumbles, his voice low from having just woken up.  

"You been up long?" You ask.  

"Only a few minutes. I didn't want to wake you. Sorry if I did." 

"No not at all," you reassure "it was the damn sun more than anything." 

"How are you feeling? You hungover?" He asks running his hand up and down your arm.  

"Surprisingly no. I have a little headache but nothing too crazy." You smile and kiss him. "I was actually thinking about what you said last night." Pope's eyes widen slightly. "You said I could have whatever I wanted, and I think I know what I want." You press a firm kiss to your boyfriend's lips. "I want to make you feel good. I want to thank you for last night. I don't know how or why you were there, but you were and you kept me safe. Now it's my turn to repay the favor." You smile and begin to kiss down his neck.  

Pope pulls back and you freeze. You know sex isn't always easy for Pope – it isn't always easy for you either- and you never want to make him uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" He asks, a hint of panic in his voice. "I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything. I was just doing my job as your boyfriend keeping you safe. It's not a transactional thing."  

You smile so wide it feels a bit awkward. You fix your face to a more appropriate expression. "I know and that's one of the many reasons you mean so much to me." You place a soft kiss to his chest. "If you're okay with it, I'd really like to suck your dick, but only if you're comfortable."  

Pope draws in a quick inhale then nods. "Yeah. Okay, yeah. As long as you want to." You're immediately pulling at his boxers. 

"Oh, I want to." And with that you free him from the thin layer of cotton separating you. You're running your hand up and down his shaft, pulling gasps and grunts from your boyfriend with each stroke. You run your palm over the tip and squeeze. He lets out a faint moan that's more than enough to drive you crazy. You need more. You need him moaning an whimpering at your touch. You kiss down his chest and stomach, across his v-line, and then down his cock. You press your lips to his tip and his hips buck. You smile and do it again. 

Pope is gasping and moaning as you tease him with licks and kisses from his tip, all the way down his shaft, and back up again. He's gripping onto the bedsheets as you toy with him. "Please-" is all he can get out before your lips are wrapped around him and you swallow him completely. In one motion you have his entire dick in your mouth. A risky first move but worth it in the end. The moan that erupts from your boyfriend's mouth is so loud and so desperate you can feel yourself getting wet just from the sound of it.  

You bob up and down on him, your tongue swirling in circles or tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. Pope is moaning and gripping the bed. You're loving every second. You're thinking to yourself how you could do this for hour when Pope finally cries out "Fuck! God, stop. I'm gonna cum and I don't want to yet fuck." You slow down but don't stop. You tease his head for a few more seconds before finally releasing him from your mouth. You kiss up his body, hands trailing behind your lips.  

"How can I make you feel good now baby?" You purr into Pope's ear.  

"I really, fuck, I really wanna taste you angel."  

"You sure?" That wasn't what you were expecting but it makes you smile.  

"Yes." If it was possible to beg with one word that was exactly what he was doing. In seconds he has you on your back, hands pulling his shorts off you. He didn't take time to kiss your thighs or around your folds- tease you- like he usually would. This time he dives straight for your clit, his tongue moving in the perfect pattern he knew you loved so much. Now you were the one moaning and reaching for the sheets. Your back arches and your toes curl. Your legs tighten around Pope's head and it just makes him go faster.  

"Fuck, Andrew!" You cry out as he slips a finger and then another inside. He's absolutely devouring you now and you don't know how long you'll last. You're holding back as best you can, trying to make this last as long as possible, when Andrew curls his fingers into just the right spot and you explode, moaning and gasping as you shake and pulse.  

"Andrew, fuck, kiss me." You demand and pull him up to meet you. You kiss each other with the ferocity of two people who've waited overnight for this- sleeping or not it didn't matter. You pull yourself on top of your boyfriend and reach back to put hit tip right at your entrance.  

"This okay?" You ask before moving any further.  

Pope nods "Fuck, yes." And with that you slide down onto him. You both gasp and shudder as you feel him fill you up. You burry him all the way inside you and keep him there for a second, pulsing around him, before you begin to bounce up and down. Hips rocking, head thrown back, and moans so loud you're worried someone might hear, you give Pope everything you've got. You move your head to look down at your boyfriend and his eyes are rolling back in his head. His hands move to your hips to help you bounce and grind even faster and deeper. The moans that erupt out of Pope's mouth are so desperate and visceral that you can't take it anymore. You squeeze down tighter on his cock and he responds with a strangled moan and fucks you into him harder.  

"Andrew, you feel so fucking good. I can't take much more. Are you close?" 

"Fuck, yes. Cum for me I need to feel it please." One of his hands reaches from your hip to your stomach and his thumb finds your clit. He rubs circles into you as you grind up and down. In no time another orgasm is crashing through you. Your hands grab at his chest for stability but Pope keeps pumping you up and down on his shaft. Your knees are weak and your cunt is so sensitive but all you can think about is drawing the hot, sticky, ropes of cum out of your boyfriend's cock. You wanted, needed him to feel as good as he made you feel.  

Pope's pace became more sporadic. His grunts and moans got louder. With a few more thrusts, he pulled you off of him, grabbed his dick, and pumped several times until he was moaning and cumming all over himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He whimpered as his legs jerked and his hands shook.  

You crawl next to him, holding him close but still careful to avoid the mess you both just made.  

"God you feel so good," you exhale and kiss Pope's cheek, "you feelin' okay?" You ask with another kiss to the cheek. 

"Yeah. Good actually. Really good." A small smile creeps across Pope's face as he speaks.  

"Let me go get you a towel baby." You kiss him once more and head to the bathroom to get a warm damp towel. You return to Pope and begin to clean him up. He flinches at first but when you pause and look at him for reassurance, he lets you keep going. You make sure to be gentle but keep a firm pressure. You throw the towel in the hamper and crawl back into bed.  

"Thank you for taking care of me." You say positioning yourself to look Andrew dead in the eyes. 

"I should be saying the same to you." He responds.  

"I really like you Andrew. You mean so much to me, really." You blush slightly, you know emotions aren't Pope's strongest area but you need him to know how you feel.  

"I like you a lot too." He says with a smile, and leans in to kiss you.  

It was just you and Pope home that night. Craig and Daren were at the bar, Smurf was out doing god knows what, and J was out with Nicky. The two of you were just now plopped down on the couch after taking a long, hot shower together, and eating a dinner that Pope made regularly. You shared a lot of the same safe foods so meals were usually pretty easy when it was just you two.  

You drape yourself around him- arm over his chest and your leg over his lap- while he reaches for the remote. You're clad in his t-shirt soft from use and age, and a pair of his boxers. He's shirtless and his sweatpants do a very poor job of hiding his dick print. His legs were spread it took so much restraint for you to not slide your hand down his pants right then but you both wanted a cozy night and you didn't want to ruin that.  

Pope turned on the tv as you cuddled into him, and flipped through the channels. He passed some sports and a few action movies. He hesitated at an episode of animal planet then flipped the channel again. 

"Wait no, go back." You request.  

He looks puzzled but does as you ask. You lay your head on his chest and angle yourself so you can see the TV. You both watch the screen for a minute or two. This episode was about penguins- you love penguins. The way they waddle and dive makes you giddy and their mating rituals (penguin pebbling) are so sweet. You'd study them more if you had the time or energy. You were settled in enjoying the show when Pope cleared his throat and spoke up. 

"We don't have to watch this just because you know I like it. I know it's stupid, I don't even know why  I watch it." You could feel the shame in his voice. You knew he was teased for most things he enjoyed and it broke your heart. 

"I don't think it's stupid at all; I actually enjoy it myself. If you were asking me to watch an episode about bugs? Hard pass. But other than that I like nature shows, especially ones about marine life. They're calming and the narrators usually have a soothing British voice, I like them." You run your hand across his stomach slowly as you speak. Not sexually, just so he feels you're there.  

"Are you sure? Because we can watch something else." You can tell he's having a hard time believing you.  

"I'd like to watch this please." You reply kissing his bare chest then repositioning yourself to see the screen. Pope's hand finds your back and rubs back and forth over your (his) shirt before slipping his hand under the shirt. His rough hand feels so steady on the soft skin of your back. You lay there for an entire episode simply holding each other and watching quietly. The next episode started up: meercats. He went to change the channel again but you stopped him. 

"Unless you're bored this episode looks really cute, we should watch it." You feel his hand reach for your chin to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. He didn't respond, instead he kissed you. Hard and deep at first, his lips crashing into yours; then softer after a moment like he was scared of hurting you. After a brief minute of passion Pope pulls back and holds your face as he stares into your eyes.  

"What was that for?" You ask with a smile.  

"You're just, I don't know. You're really nice to me." His words hung in the air. You couldn't think of what to say to him right away so you kissed him first.  

"Of course I'm nice to you. I really like you, you're important to me, and I want to take care of you." You could see Pope was struggling to process your words. You softly press your palm to his chest and kiss his cheek. "You mean something to me Andrew; you mean a lot to me." Something shifted in Pope at your words. He brought your face back up to kiss him.  

He was kissing you like he needed all of you. He shifted you so you were straddling his lap with such ease it made your stomach flip. He pulled your hips down onto him and you instinctively grind yourself into him. You're moaning into each other's mouths, hips bucking into hips and hands tangling in hair. Pope reaches a hand up your shirt to find your nipple and brush it gently with his thumb. You gasp and arch your back even further. You're kissing and touching and grinding until something crosses your mind and you pull back.  

"Andrew, stop, for a second. We don't have to do anything if you feel like... you owe me? Or something? I genuinely wanted to watch that show it's not like I sacrificed anything. Plus you never owe me sex I mean it's not a transactional thing-" he cuts you off by placing his hand to your cheek and his thumb over your lips.  

"You were nice to me, I want to be nice to you." He replies looking at you with those perfect puppy dog eyes of his. 

"Do you want to? Or do you feel like you have to?" Pope considers your question for a moment. You can tell no one has ever taken his feelings into consideration like this before.  

"I want to." He sees the look of suspicion on your face. "I'm sure."  

"We can stop whenever you want to stop okay? There's no pressure on my end at all." 

Those fucking eyes.  

Those fucking puppy dog eyes. 

The way they droop just so at the corners.  

The desire behind them.  

"Okay." He inhales before pulling you back into him for another kiss. In seconds his hand is back under your shirt rubbing tenderly across your nipple. You're moaning into his mouth and he whines into yours. With a sudden jerk he's rolling you both over on the couch so he's on top of you with your legs wrapped around his back. Pope is grinding himself into the thin fabric of his boxers you're wearing. He loves seeing you in his clothes, like it's a way you can feel him even if you're not touching, but right now he wants them off.  

Pope's pulling at your legs as he kisses your neck, unlatching them from his torso and closing them enough so he can start tugging at the boxers. "Fuck," you whisper as you help shimmy out of your bottoms. Pope's immediately spreading your legs and hungrily kissing your inner thighs. "You can bite me if you want." You invite; you can tell he's holding back and you want him to let go with you. He responds by groaning in pleasure as he sinks his teeth into the skin on your inner thigh. You gasp at the pinch and reach for his hair.  

He's kissing closer and closer to your center. Soon his mouth is hovering over your cunt and his eyes are practically rolling back in his head with how strained they are to look at you. "May I?" He asks placing a kiss right above your slit. "Fuck, yes of course." You reply in a series of panting breaths as your hand slides from his hair to his cheek. Pope smiles slightly at the look of desire on your face and it makes your heart swell. His smiles are so rare and precious, but they've been more frequent the more you're together.  

Without another word his face is buried in you. His tongue is circling your clit with varying speed and intensity so you never know what's coming next. Your hand finds his back and you grip it with every bit of strength you can muster trying to brace yourself for the way his tongue is torturing you in the best way possible.  

"Dig your nails into me baby." Pope doesn't lift his head to speak, he speaks into you. His muffled voice and the vibration of his words make your toes curl and your nails instinctively dig into his back leaving long, red marks. Pope groans into your cunt as he increases the speed and pressure of his tongue. Your screams and moans bounce around the room. The vibrations from his moans and growls are enough to send you over the edge.  

"Fuck Andrew- I'm, fuck, I'm cumming." You spit out through staggered breaths and moans.  

"That’s my girl come for me." And with a few more flicks of his tongue your back is arching and your legs are shaking as an orgasm rushes through you. It takes you a second before you realize Pope isn't stopping. "Andrew- god." Your head is fuzzy and light and sentences are too hard to form.  

"I'm not done with you." This time he doesn't speak into you but lifts his head to place a kiss on your stomach. His hand trails up your thigh as his mouth kisses back towards your clit. His mouth circles your clit and sucks it gently as he slips a finger into you. You moan so loud it strains your throat. You're already so sensitive and now he's sucking on your clit and fingering you like you're a gallon of ice water after he just ran a marathon. Pope slides another finger into you and reaches up to hit that spot you love so much. 

Your hands are searching for anything and everything that might provide some stability. You grab the back of the couch, the blankets, Pope's curls, but finally settle on his shoulders. Your hips are bucking into him, practically riding his face and fingers but you can't help it. "You feel so fucking good." You try and justify how desperate you've become. "My good girl I want you to cum for me again. I just want you to feel good for me." He's not commanding or begging, but something in the middle. Hoping, maybe. You're eager to give him what he wants. You focus on the feeling of his fingers inside you and his mouth sucking on your raw, throbbing clit. Pope's teeth would sometimes nip at your clit and the resulting gasp or scream that arose from you gave Pope all the energy and stamina he needed. He wasn't going to stop until you were thoroughly ruined in the most blissful, sex drunk way.  

Your stomach tightens and your legs start shaking around Pope's head. The orgasm crashes over you and you buck your hips a few more times to literally ride out the last waves of the orgasm. When you finally can't take any more you hold Pope's jaw and bring his face up to meet yours. "Andrew. Fuck. You're so- I- thank you." You pull him in to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue sends a shiver down your spine. You just feel so right together, you even taste good together.  

Andrew goes to dip down for another round but you stop him. "No, please. I can't take any more right now." He freezes worried he'd taken the fun too far accidentally. "Why don't we go get ready for bed and I promise I'll wake you up the right way tomorrow." You plant a kiss on his face in between the last three words. He softens a bit and climbs up to sit on the couch next to you. He reached for your hand and looked you in the eyes. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. You kissed each other one last time before getting off the couch and heading to Pope's bed.  

You both got cozy, Pope with his chest pressed to your back and arm wrapped around your waist.  

"Can I put something on the TV to help me fall asleep?" You ask. Pope hands you the remote and kisses the back of your neck. You flip through the DVR and find something you had recorded a few weeks ago. A National Geographic documentary about bass migration patterns. You turned down the volume to an acceptable level for sleeping and curled into Pope's embrace.  

"What's this?" He whispers in your ear with genuine curiosity. 

It's a hot California day and the entire Cody family is gathered around the pool. Baz and Lena and Cat are all in the shallow end playing with floaties and diving rings. Daren and Craig are in the kitchen attempting to brew the world's strongest cocktail. J and Nicky are perched in the deep end, J's arm around Nicky. You and Pope are curled up in a deck chair, your leg thrown over his; his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. The sun is beating down on you all, the pool and cold drinks providing much needed relief.  

"Come eat." You hear Smurf's voice before you see her walking out from the kitchen carrying a massive tray of cut up fruit, and big bowls of chips, and sandwiches so big they look like they belong in Scooby Doo. Her voice makes your skin crawl but you ignore it. You know as long as Pope is around you're safe. 

Everyone slowly makes their way over to the table by the pool; grabbing a handful of chips or a sandwich. You pluck a cherry off the table and plop it in your mouth. You make eye contact with Pope as you tug the stem off and chew slowly. You see the way his jaw sets and his eyes glaze over slightly and it drives you wild. You love being able to flirt with him in front of everyone knowing the second you're alone he'll make you pay for your teasing. Or maybe you'd just keep teasing him all night. You loved how you never knew where the power was going to lay from night to night.  

The day passes and night falls. When Lena and Cat left the casual hangout had turned into one of Daren and Craig's traditional blow out's. Music boomed from a speaker, people showed up in droves until the deck was packed with people. Bottles clinking and cans being crushed could be heard no matter where you went. You were curled up with Pope, just like you had been all day, when Craig walked up to the two of you.  

He handed you both a red solo cup with a mysterious purple liquid in it.  

"Gotta try it man. It's pretty much straight liquor but it tastes like a fuckin Caprisun. I know your girl over here isn't a huge drinker though, so I brought this just in case." He pulled out the biggest blunt you had ever seen in your life. Your law went slack and your eyes bulged. You reach for it but hesitate to look back at Pope. 

"You okay if I hit this? It's not like I'm driving or anything but if you don't want me to I won't." Your hand slid from his chest up to his cheek so you could hold his face. Pope flinched at such a tender display of affection being shown right in front of his brother, but after a second you felt him relax into your touch. 

"You go have fun. I'm here if you need me. If it gets too much just go to my room and I'll meet you there."  

"Sounds good baby. If you need anything," You look him square in the eyes, "I'll be right over there; don't be afraid to come get me." Pope's eyes softened just a hit at your words- not enough for anyone but you to notice.  

"Woah Pope you got your girlfriend playing bodyguard?" Craig teased. 

"Some people appreciate genuine human connection jack-off. Pope can handle himself just fine but sometimes it's nice to have someone to share the burden with. Maybe you'd understand if you had an actual girlfriend instead of a string of bodies coming in and out of your room." Your retort is a bit more aggressive than you intended considering he is the man holding the blunt you're salivating over, but Pope came first and you weren't going to sit idlily by while they said dumb shit.  

"Damn, alright then." Craig said in a bit of shock at your bluntness. "Well I'm gonna go light this. You comin'?" He turned away before you could answer. 

You kissed Pope a little longer than you needed to; as excited you were about the blunt you were sad to leave the warm shelter of Pope's arms. You ran you hand through his short, russet, curls before getting up and going to join Craig an Daren. The second you turned your back to him you could feel Pope's eyes on you.  

You could feel him staring as you stood with his brothers and laughed and smoked. You knew he was hyper aware of every time your finger's brushed theirs passing the piece between each other. You knew he was thinking about how they got to put their lips around the same spot you put yours. You could feel his eyes boring a hole in the back of your skull through sheer intensity.  

You looked back at him a couple times in the next hour. He kept moving around the deck but his eyes were always on you. When you caught his glance and gave him a warm smile his jaw relaxed a bit and his shoulders lowered by a quarter of an inch.  

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The night was coming to an end. You had rejoined Pope on the deck chair, Craig and Daren were in the pool, but other than that the house was empty. Smurf and Baz had gone to bed, everyone else had cleared out about a half an hour ago.  

You were curled up in Pope's arms, your head on his chest. You felt so at peace and so safe, but also so excited and alive. There was something about Pope's touch that was more intoxicating than any substance Craig could offer you. You ran your hand up and down Pope's chest and stomach- you just couldn't get enough of him.  

An idea suddenly popped into your head. How many years had you been coming over here? How long had you been with Pope? How many crazy places had you two  had sex? And you've never done it in the pool? You needed to fix that. It was another half an hour before the boys finally dragged themselves out of the pool, dried off, and called it a night. 

You and Pope laid in the silence for a few minutes, your hand on his chest and his arm wrapped around you.  

You crane your neck so your lips rest on his ear. You whisper, "Come get in the pool with me." You slowly stand up from the lounge chair, hands dragging over your body, and slowly lift your cover up over your head. You're putting on a show for a very attentive audience. Pope looks up at you like a puppy dog begging for a treat. You reach for his hand and lift him to stand next to you. You lead him into the pool; you can feel his eyes running up and down your body as you walk hand in hand, him trailing behind for a better view of you.  

He follows you into the pool until the water is up to right below your chest. You pull him in, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. The water supports you just as much as Pope's thick arms that wrap around you to hold you by your ass, fingers digging into your cheeks slightly. You kiss his cheek, then his lips; his neck and his ear. You leave little bites after every few kisses. You feel his breath hitch with each pinch. "I want you Andrew," you whisper in his ear. "I want you here, and now."  

"Fuck, here?" Panic flashes in his eyes.  

"Hey, we don't have to. I just thought it might be fun with everyone asleep. There's no pressure my love." You hold his face in your hands and press a soft kiss to his forehead.  

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck and takes a few breaths. Your hand runs through his curls on autopilot; it's so grounding for both if you that it's simply a habit at this point. Pope presses a tentative kiss to the side of your neck. Then another, and a third more confident kiss. "I think here is as good a place as any," he speaks into your skin and the vibrations make you shiver. Pope continues to kiss your neck, the underside of your jaw, and up to your ear. You bring your lips to every part of his skin you can find. His face, his neck, his ears. You start leaving little bites again and he responds by biting you back. Gently at first, then harder and harder as your hands grab at each other like you can't possibly get enough and your hearts race in sync.  

You feel Pope's thick fingers fumbling with the tie of your bathing suit. One handed and distracted it takes him a minute. "Off. I want this off." He practically barks before he finally finds the right string and frees you from your top. Without hesitation he's diving down to your chest kissing, and sucking, and biting. You throw your head back as you revel in the marks you can feel him leaving. He's practically growling as he devours every inch of skin he can reach. He goes to take off your bottoms but you catch his wrist. 

"Not yet." You whisper as you unhook your legs from around his torso. You place one finger to his chest and push him backwards until his back is to the wall of the pool. You press you hand flat to his chest and bring your body dangerously close to his. The hand on his chest reaches around to the back of his neck to tangle at the base of his curls. Your other hand dipped underwater to feel for the erection you knew your boyfriend was sporting. You rubbed it through his swim trunks and received a gorgeous, strangled, moan in response.  

You loved making him melt in your palm like this. You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, so when he didn't he was actively placing his trust in your hands. He trusted you to keep him safe and make him feel good and that's exactly what you planned to do.  

You slipped your hand under his shorts and wrapped your hand firmly around his bulge. You continued to kiss and bite his chest, leaving whatever marks you wanted as you stroked him up and down. Pope is breathing fast now and he's trying and failing to stifle his moans. "Let it all out for me baby," you encourage and his moans intensify in reply.  

"You want me to fuck you Andrew?" You tug on his hair so he's looking you in the eyes. 

"Fuck yes- god."  

"Yes what?" You press. 

"Fuck-" He bucks his hips against your hand. "Ple- please. Please fuck me princess."  

"Good boy." You kiss him and bite his lower lip lightly as you pull away. You have to practically pry your hands off him, but you slipped off your bathing suit bottoms and threw them to the side of the pool. You then reach towards Pope and start tugging at his shorts too. You get them just low enough so his erection is fully visible and before you can stop yourself you're sliding yourself down on to him. His hands fly to your waist and his fingers dig into you. A groan of pure bliss escapes his clenched jaw as you lift yourself up and down him once more.  

"Play with my clit while I fuck you." You order. He obliges eagerly. He's still looking at you like a puppy dog with those lovesick eyes that droop ever so perfectly at the corners. You bury your face into his neck with the increased pleasure. You bite down once more, right on the spot you know is sensitive for him.  

You immediately feel something shift in Pope. Before you could fully process what was happening he spun you around so now your back was up against the pool wall. It was rough and you liked that it hurt a little. Pope's left hand was holding you up by your ass and his right was planted firmly around your throat.  

"I think it's time for me to fuck you now." He presses himself even deeper into you. "I've been staring at you all fucking day in that tiny little bathing suit and that see through cover up. As great as they look on you, I like you better like this; bare and ready for me."  

You yelp as he starts pressing you into the wall as the buries himself inside you. He pumps himself in and out of you, squeezing your throat in one hand and your ass in the other. Suddenly he pulls you away from the wall and brings his other hand to support you from below. He's bouncing you on him like you're as light as a feather; like he could do this all day.  

Your hands are roaming wild all over his chest and back, his and face and neck, grabbing and clawing at and caressing every part of him you could. You bury your face in his chest so you can let out a moan that boarders a scream. You don't want to wake anyone up but god does this feel so fucking good. His right arm reaches around to pump you up and down on its own while his left hand found your clit.  

"I want you to cum for me baby. Feel me all the way inside you- feel the pressure- and fucking cum for me princess."  

"Fuck Andrew. You feel- so- good." You pant out. "I'm gonna- Fuck. I'm gonna cum Andrew." With that your body jolts and tenses around him. He holds you tight as you grind against him, riding out the waves of a fantastic orgasm. "Now you?" You ask placing a kiss right below his ear.  

"I don't have a condom on me. I'm okay. I know that's important to you."  

"I actually went on birth control a little while ago so I'm okay without if you are."  

A grin broke out across Pope's face. Before you knew it he was thrusting into you again, your legs wrapped around him and his hands putting you exactly where he wants you. It's not long before his breathing is sporadic and his movements are more stiff and taxing. He's moaning and growling and cursing as he speeds up.  

"Cum for me baby." You beg directly in his ear. "Fucking fill me up. Raw. I know you need to give me all of you and I need it right back." That's enough to send him over the edge. He's never gotten to cum in you without a condom before.  

"Play with your clit. I want to feel you squeezing down on me as I cum." You obey quickly. You're rubbing hard fast circles around your clit that's already extremely sensitive. In minutes you're clenching down on him as your own orgasm builds. 

"Fuck. Cum baby I can't last long." He's both commanding and begging at the same time. You press into yourself just a little harder in just the right spot and another orgasm rushes through you. Seconds later Pope is thrusting into you harder and faster than ever before as he moans so loudly you're worried someone might wake up and come looking for the source of noise. He finally empties himself inside you with a grunt and a feverish kiss. You hold each other for a minute as you both reel from your respective orgasms. You both plant soft kisses wherever you can reach, finally meeting at your lips and you both held the other tighter as you kissed. Gentle, but passionate caresses that brough you both back down from the cloud you were just on.  

The night had gone pitch black and the warmth the sun provided was nowhere to be seen.  

"It's kinda fucking cold," you laugh into his lips, "maybe we should go dry off?"  

"Yeah I think some dry clothes and blankets could do us some good." He kisses you one more time before you both hop out of the pool and rush for towels to cover yourself. You grab your purse and Pope grabs your bathing suit before you head in to bed.  

The door clicked shut behind you with a deafening thud. You felt the walls of Pope's apartment close in around you slightly with the weight of what was about to happen. Before you can think his hand are on you. Rough and demanding. Just how you like. He's grabbing at you like he can't get a handful big enough. 

Your lips are crashing against each other, tongues diving in and out of each other's mouths like they have minds of their own. Your heart is racing and your breaths quicken by the minute. With an adjustment of his body Pope has your back pressed against the wall, one hand pulling you into him by the waist, the other gently but firmly in your hair putting you exactly where he wants you. You melt a little under his grip.  

He dips his head to your ear and tilts your head by tugging at your hair for easier access. He plants a kiss on your neck, right below your ear. Then your earlobe. He kisses higher until you feel his nose pressed to the side of your head. He softly bites your ear before tenderly kissing the spot that made you gasp.  

He whispers in your ear, "I've been waiting for you-this- all week." He pulls your face back to look him in the eye.  

"Do you want this?" His eyes pierce through you like he's looking directly into your thoughts. You blink hard before answering. 

"God, yes." You lean in to kiss him but his grip on your hair is tight and pulls you right back into place. 

"I love it when you're so excited for me, but don't forget your place princess." The hand around your waist slides up your body to wrap loosely around your throat. The pressure that was once so terrifying to you now feels steadying and calming. You know you're safe here, in these hands, no matter how rough it gets.  

Pope's hand tightens around your throat as he speaks, practically barking, "We're going to the bed. You're taking off everything but the heels. I'm going to make you cum until you're shaking and quivering in my arms. Then I'm going to fuck you –hard- like I've been wanting to for the past week." He pauses, his eyes searching yours for any sign of fear of discomfort. When he found nothing but pure excitement and anticipation he continued.  

"Am I right in thinking you want me just as much as you want me?"  

You try to nod but can only move your head so much with his hand around your throat. His hand in your hair lowers to hold your cheek.  

"I need you to use your words. Tell me how badly you want this."  

The grip on your throat loosens and you respond, "I want you so bad. So, so bad. Please."  

His hand tightened and he pulled himself closer so his face was right in yours.  

"Good girl. Now, are you ready to take everything I'm about to give you?"  

You speak the second his grasp loosens again, "I'm your slut. I'll do anything you want; I can take it."  

His hold on your throat tightens one last time.  

"Yes you are baby." His tone is animalistic. Feral.  

"I'm going to let you go and we're going to go to my room. If at any point you want to stop you know our safe words right?" His hands fall to your hips, fingers gripping into your ass. 

"Stoplight colors. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down, and red to stop."  

"Good girl." He lets out in a low grumble before pulling you in to kiss you one more time, hard and deep, before letting you go and stepping out of your path towards his bedroom. You feel his eyes on you as you walk, adding a bit more of a sway to your hips than was necessary.  

As you step in the room you turn around to look for Pope. He's standing in the doorway staring at you.  

"Strip." He says in a monotone.  

You obey promptly, reaching for the halter tie of your dress and letting it slowly fall down your front and over your hips, leaving you exposed as it drops to your feet. He steps forwards and closes the door behind him. He keeps staring you down as he approaches.  

His hands first meet your waist on one side and your hip on the other. Then he's pulling you close to him, pressing his erection into the thin fabric of your panties through his pants. A small moan escapes your mouth as his lips and his package press into you.  

"You like that baby?" Pope moans into your neck as he kisses down to your chest. He pulls your nipple into his mouth and you gasp. He bites down softly and you let out a loud, surprised, moan.  

"Use your words. Tell me you like it." He's direct and commanding with his words. "Unless you want me to stop-" 

"No! Please. I need you please don't stop." The idea of him leaving you this pent up without a release was torturous enough to imagine much less experience.  

"That's my girl." His grip around your hips tightens as he pushes you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you. You reach for the buttons of his shirt and he lets you undo them as fast as you want. Your fingers fumble with the fabric while Pope positions one of his legs in between yours to spread them open.  

You pull off his shirt and reach for his belt but a hand stops you.  

"Not yet. Not until you've cum at least twice." His hand brings yours up to his chest and you let out a small whine. "No pouting. You know what pouting gets you." His jaw is set and his eyes are locked on yours. He keeps eye contact while he kisses down your body.  

You shiver as he plants his lips first on your chest, then down your stomach, across both hips, stopping right at the top of your underwear.  

"You wanna take these off for me so I can finally get a fucking taste of you?"  

You nod and move to take off your panties but before you can his hand is around your wrist again, making you freeze.  

"Use your words. Tell me what you want me to do to you."  

You know he won't do anything until he hears you say you want it; exactly what you want. You know he likes to hear how desperate you are, but it's also his way of checking in. You know if you don’t actively want it he won't do it.  

You make eye contact with him before speaking, "I want to take off these panties, that I wore just for you, so you can lay me down and eat me out until you've had your full."  

"And who exactly do you want to do all these naughty thing to you?" He holds you tighter as he speaks. 

"You-" He cuts you off. 

"Say my fucking name."  

"Andrew." His eyes widen for a second. Maybe he was expecting you to say Pope? But that was for family gatherings in front of Smurf and the boys. Not in this house. In this bed. Here he was Andrew. He was allowed to just be Andrew.  

"God, please fuck me Andrew." This gets the reaction out of him you want. He meets your hands and helps you tear your underwear off.  

He immediately spreads your legs and brings his palm up to your chest, pushing you back on the bad. You can feel his breath between your legs, hot and wet. The way he was staring at you again made your heart race and your clit throb. He had a tendency to do that- to stare- you mostly found it protective but right now it was excruciating. You needed him so badly. You needed to let go and let him take you. Every part of you craved it. 

When his tongue dives into you and circles your clit once hard, and fast, you moan in reaction. Another circle. Another moan. His tongue is warm and soft and wet. It's a million times better than the fingers and toys you used all week, pretending it was him.  

He latches his lips around your clit and sucks softly at first, then harder as your legs tighten around his head. Your back arches off the mattress, his tongue continues to pull moan after moan out of you.  

"Fuck- Andrew, fuck. I'm gonna- fuuuuck" 

"That’s it baby. Fucking cum for me." He didn't talk to you, he talked into you. His lips on your folds, the vibrations sending goosebumps up your arms.  

He doesn't stop as the orgasm rips through you. You let out a moan that boarders a scream as you lift your torso off the mattress. You try and push him off your clit, sensitive and throbbing. He doesn't move. Instead he speaks into your pussy again.  

"You're gonna have to use a safe word or tell me to stop. Otherwise I'm not done with you." He reaches a hand up to your throat and raises the rest of his body to lay you back down on the bed. His other hand finds your clit and rubs lazy circles around it. 

"You're going to be a fucking mess before I fuck you. I want you to feel every inch of me once I finally get to be inside of you again." His finger dips inside of you and you let out a moan as you push back on his hand. He grips your throat tighter while he slips in a second finger. 

"You're so fucking wet for me. You like this baby? Tell me how much you fucking like my fingers inside you while my big hand's wrapped around your pretty little neck."  

You wait for his grip to loosen but it doesn't. You struggle to speak, "I love it. I love your fingers in me." You pause before your next words. They'll either kill the mood or send him into overdrive. "I love you Andrew."  

He freezes for a second. His eyes glaze over. You think you went too far before his fingers are back inside you, harder than before.  

"Fuck." Is all he lets out before his mouth is on you again. 

You're squirming and writhing on the bed. His hands are pinning your hips in place but your back is still arching and your arms are still grabbing for the sheets like they can do anything to stop another orgasm from crashing over you.  

His fingers are pumping in and out of you, hitting that spot that no one but him had found. His tongue is pressing into your clit over and over, the perfect mix of wetness and friction. You can't hold back anymore. Your hand flies to his hair as you tremble under the weight of a second orgasm in such a short time.  

"Good fucking girl." He pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling slightly empty.  

You're shaking and breathing hard. He reaches up to lay down next to you. His hand finds your cheek and he brushed a stray hair out of your face. He kisses the top of your head sweetly.  

"You okay?"  

You nod. 

"Words." 

"Yes. I'm okay."  

"Good girl. Do you need a minute or can I fuck you while you're still raw and sensitive like this?"  

"I'm good. I want you. I need you. Inside me. Please."  

"On your knees." His hand finds your lower back as you roll over and arch. He uses his other hand to spread your legs. You feel his eyes on you. Staring. Intense. You hear the clink of his belt buckle and the shuffle of fabric as he takes his pants off. You feel his tip press into you and you gasp.  

"Andrew?" You almost squeak. 

"Yeah baby?" He runs his tip up and down your slit, making you arch further into him.  

"Please fuck me." You whimper. 

"Oh, now you can do better than that baby. Beg like you really want it." You can feel the smirk on his face from behind you. 

"Please Andrew, please fuck me. I need you inside me, I need to take all of you please." You're begging frantically, squirming trying to get him to fill you up.  

With a grunt and a sigh from Andrew he slips just the first inch inside you for a second before pulling out.  

"Fuuuck." You moan in unison. 

With a single thrust he's all the way inside you. You scream and bury your face in the mattress. This position used to bring up all kinds of flashbacks but with Andrew you feel like you're in control. No matter how rough he gets you know he'd stop the second something felt off.  

As the thrusts back and forth inside you, both of you moaning louder than you ever remember moaning, you feel his had smack into your ass. You let out a yelp and burrow further into the sheets.  

"You want more?" He barks. 

"Yes, fuck, I want more. Please." With your plea you feel another blow to your ass. The sting and the impact send a jolt through your body. On the third impact your eyes well.  

"Fuck, more, harder." You're begging through tears. It's not for another few second until Andrew realizes you're crying.  

"Woah, woah. Red. Hold on." He pulls out and sits on the bed next to you. He pulls you into his lap, your shoulder to his chest.  

"You're crying."  

"I know, I'm sorry I-" 

"No, no don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. You're safe. We're both safe." You lean your head to rest on his shoulder. "Did I do something wrong? Was it too much?"  

"No, you're okay. I was asking for more." You place your hand on his chest to reassure him. 

"But you're crying." He seemed confused, like things weren't adding up.  

"That happens sometimes. It just felt so good and so intense I couldn't process it all so some tears came out. I promise I'm alright."  

He looked at you for a moment. Not staring like usual, but gazing more gently.  

"We can keep going if you feel comfortable, you'll know when I've reached my limit." You offer. He smiles slightly then nods.  

You go to get back on your knees but his hand guides you to your back. 

"I want to see you." Is all he can muster before he's back inside you. 

You moan and pull yourself down onto him. You clamp around him. His hand finds your cheek and he holds your face gently. You grab his wrist and moan out his name. 

"Harder Andrew. Please I need you to fucking cum too please."  

He speeds up as you clamp down harder. You can tell he's close by the way his rhythm falters and the way he's gasping for breath.  

"Fuck." He grunts before pulling out and stroking himself a few times until your stomach is covered in his hot, thick cum. He collapses on the bed next to you for a moment, pulling your head onto his chest. 

"Holy shit." You exhale, breaking the brief silence.  

"Let me go get a towel so I can clean you up." He lifts your head and gingerly places a pillow back where his chest once was before walking to the bathroom. He comes back and as he's wiping you up he makes eye contact. You can tell there's something on his mind so you give him the space to talk when he's ready.  

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About..." He trailed off instead of finishing the sentence.  

"That I love you? Yeah I did. You don't have to say it back or anything, I just wanted you to know. I had been looking for the right time and it kinda slipped out."  

Andrew's hand reached up to the side of your face and the rest of his body followed to lay right next to you. He pulled you softly into his arms and placed a kiss on your hairline.   

"I, me too. I love you too." He took a deep breath. "Will you tell me again?"  

"I love you Andrew Cody." You could feel his body relax into you.