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After a bad shift, he’s climbing in next to you in bed, whispering a soft “C’mon sweetheart, open up for me,” before sliding his thick fingers between your lips. Letting out a groan when your hot mouth takes them in.

And he’d looooove when you suck on them, with your hollowed out cheeks and swirling tongue.

“Just like that, doing so good for me,” as he prods around inside your mouth, dipping his head down to place slow, languid kisses against your jawline and down your neck.

“One more for me baby, can you do that?” while he’s slipping his free hand underneath your itty bitty cotton sleep shorts to rub slow circles against your core.

Of course you’re nodding dumbly at his request, parting your lips around his fingers so he can add another.

Territorial Pope Cody who loves marking you in any way he can during sex.

He leaves love bites against the soft skin at the crook of your neck, trailing his mouth down to your breasts to suck huge, red hickeys onto the tops of them. Wants everyone to see the marks blooming near your cleavage whenever you wear a low cut top. To know that he put them there.

He finds himself chubbing up in his pants whenever he can see the bruises the pads of his fingers left on your throat from nights spent with his hands around your neck, putting pressure on your airway.

And when he’s deep inside you, he’ll press down hard onto your belly to feel the head of his cock as it prods against your cervix. Needs to feel that he’s in there.

“D’you feel that? I’m all the way up here, Doll,” he coos, continuing to press his fingers around where he rests inside you. “Give me your hand, want you to feel me.”

He takes your hand in his, guiding it to press against the bulge in your belly. “Feel how deep I am? He likes it in there, likes it so much. Feels so good for me.”

Doesn’t matter to him where you let him cum, he’s just grateful you let him cum at all. Whether it’s on your face, chest, stomach, thighs, or inside of your sweet pussy, he relishes in the fact that it’s him who gets to mark his claim on you. The sight of your face or body painted with his release makes him hard all over again.

He’d stock up the coolers with soda and beer. You’d spend an obscene amount of time crafting a patriotic charcuterie board. Per Jack’s request, the speakers loop a yacht rock playlist as your guests begin to arrive.

With how brutal the heat is, it’s not long before everyone’s enjoying the pool. Your friends are lounging with their feet in the water, nursing their drinks. A few kids are splashing around in the water. Jack sits on a lawn chair by the edge of the pool while you wade in the shallow end.

You’re eventually able to convince him to come swim with you before he fires up the grill. He’s got his arms resting against the edge of the pool, beer in hand, your body tucked close next to him.

Later, when Jack is barbecuing, you can’t help but ogle him, standing there in his swim trunks and a t-shirt, his hair still damp from the pool, a pinkness to his cheeks and nose from the heat.

The night goes without a hitch, everyone enjoying their burgers and hotdogs and admiring the fireworks you had to beg Jack to buy.

After your guests leave, you and Jack tidy up the deck while soft jazz plays over the speaker system.

Naturally, he asks you to dance with him.

You sway together for the rest of the song, breathing in the scent of sunscreen and sweat in the crook of his neck. He places a kiss against your hair, resting his chin on your head.

Of courrrrssseee the dancing leads to kissing, and obviously the kissing leads to fucking on the patio furniture :3 whoops!

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Poor, sweet Pope is just soooo sensitive… it doesn’t take much to get him hard. Some mild foreplay and his cock is springing up to smack against the hard plane of his abdomen, head slick with precum.

He’ll use his mouth on your clit to get you as wet as he is hard before he enters you, but eating you out just makes him harder, length straining against the sheets in a way that’s almost painful.

He’s not very verbal in bed until he’s finally inside of you, then he’s letting out deep groans and soft sighs against your neck. Whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Most times, you’ll feel wet tears fall onto your shoulders as he cries onto you.

“Fuck, you feel- you feel so good,” he babbles, barely able to get the words out between his sobs. “Oh, God.”

When he’s nearing his peak, his words become desperate, frantic. The feeling of you squeezing around his length just pushes him over the edge.

“Oh fu-uck, I’m gonna come. You’re so tight, feels s’good, I- I’m c—”

His eyes screw shut, fat tears sliding down his cheeks as he releases hot spurts of cum into you, sobs of “I love you, I love you, I lo- oh, fuck,” spilling from his lips.

When he’s finished, he slumps his body against yours, chest heaving as he cries and whimpers into the crook of your neck, overwhelmed. You card your hands through his curls, helping him calm down from the overstimulation.

He’s got you prone bone, hard tummy and pecs pressed flat against your back, a layer of slick sweat between your bodies. His forearms are locked on the mattress, caging your head between them. All you have to do is tilt your face slightly to suck on the hot, sticky sweet skin of his freckled arm.

His lips ghost the shell of your ear, letting out needy, breathy moans. His tongue darts out to tease your earlobe before he nibbles on it, continuing to pound his cock into you.

“Oh fuck, Pope. I need more, I need—” you let out a strangled moan, struggling to vocalize what your body wants from his.

“Words, baby. You gotta tell me,” he growls, thrusts never faltering.

“Closer, I need you closer,” you cry.

“I’m right here, I’m right on you baby,” he coos, trying to push his weight further into your backside.

“I need more,” you moan, bringing your hands up to grip onto his arms, desperate.

“Shit, okay. Lift your head up.”

You comply, pushing yourself up off the mattress just enough for Pope to snake his arm around your neck, holding your head up with his bicep. He flexes his muscles, causing your vision to blur slightly from the pressure at your throat.

The sensation of him choking you with his arm combined with the weight of him flush against your back as he ruts himself in and out of you has your walls clenching around his thick cock, pleasure flooding between your legs.

Pope’s orgasm follows close behind yours, warm ropes of cum filling you up as you’re still coming down from your high.

He sucks hot, wet kisses against the back of your neck, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.