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and…when you need it, he takes care of you in other ways, from time to time. it’s not like you’re seeing anyone else, not with a toddler on your shoulder. and it’s your right to ask him for something, he’s your baby daddy. why not ask the man who gave it to you so good in the first place?

he always knows what u want before you even ask, can see the way you look at him when he comes through the door, arms out and jorts so low you can see his happy trail. biting your lip at his stupid mustache, and his stupid hairy stomach, and his stupid hot arms. eyeing him up as he rocks the baby to sleep, talking low to you about work.

when he puts his girl down for a nap, shutting the door quietly he’s nudging you into your bedroom. “cmon, get on the bed. know what you want.” he closes the door soft behind him, already unbuttoning his pants as he watches you crawl on the mattress. you’re bare under your big shirt, it’s your house, you’re feeding, doing nothing with your baby all day. no real need for panties.

he’s got you on your back, legs hiked up over his shoulders as he plows into you, smirking along to your slew of moans. “fuckin love this pussy, this’s my pussy. all mine, yeah? not lettin anyone in this shit?” “never, never boyd promise,,” you’re so smitten by his cock you can’t help but submit to him, especially when he talks so low in your ear with that voice you like.

and he’s so fuckin possessive too. he has to be, you might not be his lady, but you’re the mother of his child. he’ll be damned if he lets you out his sight. “you better not have. better not let any dirty fucks round my daughter either, alright? i’ll fuckin’ kill em, you understand? say you understand momma.” he’s slapping at your ass, you’re so out of it that it inflicts a moan. “i-i understand, i understand i promise daddy ohmygod!” he ssooooo annoying oh my god

you're soft. all around. soft cheeks, an even softer stomach — that andrew's absolutely crazy about, by the way. i will get on this later —, with the softest hands that had ever touched his skin.

it was one of the first things he fell in love with. your hands. the softest, most warm skin, with pretty manicured nails, that he made sure to pay for every time. he was your man, of course he's gonna pay for everything. his girl shouldn't worry about anything and definitely not money.

andrew is home for the weekend, which is a nice change, for once. you're on the couch with him, watching some nature documentary, laser focused on the tv, just like him. when you first started dating, andrew was worried you'd find him weird for liking this type of content. maybe you'd find it boring. imagine his surprise when you almost squealed with happiness when he mentioned wanting to watch some national geographic's whale documentary. you're just as nerdy as he is, and he couldn't be happier.

you dragged him to the couch, putting said documentary on the large tv on his living room. then, you're sitting beside him, head on his shoulder while you share a soft, throw blanket he keeps around because you get cold easily. your soft hand finds his, fingers intertwined.

andrew sat stiffly for a moment, before slowly relaxing against your warm body.

you're only half paying attention to the documentary — you wouldn't tell him, but you already watched it, way before. your fingers fiddle with his mindlessly. you feel the calluses, the rough skin, such a contrast against yours. andrew, deeply and almost concerningly self-aware, watches your hand in his, the way your delicate fingers traces those calluses that come from handling heavy guns and dirty work.

his mind wanders. what if you don't like his touch, because his skin is so rough? he should take better care of his hands, he thinks.

but inside, heat pools in your lower belly, because you love those hands. looooove those hands. the calluses tell a story; he's a hard working man — doesn't matter what type of work, it's still work. you love it. hard working men had always been a turn on for you. playboys that lived on daddy's money had never been your type.

"i love your hands, andy," you whisper gently.

"yeah?" he whispers back; quietly craving the reassurance.

"yeah," you nod. your voice trails off, and you look up, rounded cheeks flushed with the prettiest shade of pink. your breath catches, and andrew can read the telltale signs of your arousal building up.

you're imaging it. his hands. on you. in you. he's so good. so, so good when he's fingering you, his thick fingers stretching out your hole. even better when he's fucking you from behind, grabbing at the skin of your large hips with strong hands, using the lovehandles you once hated as leverage to fuck you harder, his rough skin only heightening your pleasure. you love when he manhandles you like a ragdoll.

"andy," you whisper, clenching your thighs, already wet underneath your cotton panties.

he doesn't say anything. doesn't ask and doesn't tease you — just straight to it, his large hand dipping between your thighs, up the soft fabric of your sundress. he's quick to push your panties to the side, fingers slipping between your sopping folds. it makes you shiver, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

andrew pokes at your clit before circling it with the tips of his fingers. your head falls back against the couch, the rolls back to rest against his shoulder. his other hand holds your thigh spread open, making sure he's got clean acess to your pussy. he slips one finger inside your quivering hole. it makes you moan, and he groans in response, pulling his finger out only to push it back in, softly. barely a thrust. then again, but this time, he pushes another finger in, stretching you out. your cunt squelches, wet and needy.

"oh my god, andy," you whine, grinding down on his hand.

"no god, angel. just me," he murmurs, watching his fingers fuck into your pussy. he curls his fingers deep into you, making you see stars, a loud whimper falling from your lips.

"andy, andy, andy," you moan, your pretty eyes rolling back. you grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin, which only makes him speed up those thrusts, the heel of his hand brushing against your puffy clit with each one.

"you gonna cum for me, angel?" he asks, smug. because he did that: he made this pretty thing quiver and wail and desperate enough to let him fingerfuck you on the couch in his living room.

"andrew, fuck—" you cry out his name, squirming on the couch as your cunt clenches down on his fingers.

"that's a good one, huh," andrew drawls out, his cock straining against his pants. he'll get to cum later; now, he wants another one from you. his fingers just slow down on your pussy, but he doesn't pull out as you ride out the high of your orgasm. he wants to feel every flutter of that pretty pussy.

after a few minutes, his fingers slowly ease deeper into you. you're not totally recovered yet; you whine, loud and high pitched, trying to close your thighs. "andy, no..."

"andy, yes," he says, going back to fuck your fluttering hole.

your cunt makes a wet, squelchy noise every time his fingers thrusts in, and it makes him wish that was his cock.

"andy, 's too much—" your words come out slurred, eyes permanently rolled back.

"'know you can take it, pretty girl," he mumbles to you. "one more, 'kay? just one more. then i'll let you rest," he promises.

andrew stops abruptly, and you foolishly think, maybe that's it. key word, foolish. he'd never leave you to cum like that. no matter how much he wanted to, orgasm denial wasn't andrew's thing. he tried once with you and he couldn't follow through. he's overwhelmed with this urgent need to make you cum as much as you possibly can before you pass out from exhaustion.

he pulls out of your pussy, only to manhandle you up on his lap, between his spread legs. he hikes up both your legs, keeping you spread open for him. his fingers are right back to your cunt, his other hand coming down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. you squirm and whine, trying to get away. he clicks his tongue, going 'tsk-tsk-tsk' while holding you back, trapped against his chest.

your cunt feels raw by the time you come again. it's too much, just too much, and you're sobbing, clutching his forearm while he gives you slow, soft few thrusts.

"andy, please," you whimper.

andrew kisses your temple, not minding the sweat there. "good girl, baby, good girl," he whispers against your scalp, easing his fingers out of your pussy. "took my fingers so well," he kisses the side of your face. "you were made for me, you know that? i love you, angel. love you so much."

There's always this really cute dad with his kid at the mom and pop restaurant you like to go to after your shift is done. Seeing them after a long day brings a smile to your face whenever they happen to dine at the same time you do. 

Though, maybe you shouldn't be staring at them as much as you do…

Your job as a paramedic doesn't really allow for much wiggle room when it comes to having a family. Not that your mind should be drifting to having a family when you look at them…or how nice it would be to join their little family. 

Another long day means you aren't all that good at preventing yourself from imagining scenarios you shouldn't indulge in. You decide then not to get your usual drink and opt for some water. Better to stay sober, so your mind doesn't wander any more than it already has. 

And you're thankful you chose not to drink. 

Because that little girl is choking right now and her dad has such a panicked look on his face, watching her cough furiously, her face going pale with fear. 

You quickly run up to them and ask the girl, “are you okay, sweetie?” 

She shakes her head, still coughing. 

“What's her name?” You ask her dad. 

“Lena.” Pope looks at you, seeing that you're still wearing your paramedic uniform. “Can you help her?” 

“Yes, of course.” You give him a firm nod, acknowledging his consent, before turning back to Lena. “Hey there, Lena. I'm going to need you to keep coughing, okay sweetie?” 

She tries her best to keep coughing but it's getting harder and harder so you have Pope move out of the way so you can pull her to her feet, kneeling behind her. 

You have her bend forward just a tad with you supporting her and start applying back blows. After five of those, you switch to abdominal thrusts. You repeat the sequence in hopes of dislodging the food from her throat. 

But she passes out instead and thankfully you have her braced against your arm so you can break her fall. 

Pope is in a full state of panic right now, seeing Lena laying unconscious on the floor. He knew he shouldn't have let her order that dish with those big chunks of peppers. He's hovering you now as you start compressions, sick to his stomach, anxiety overwhelming him. 

“What's your name?” You ask him after you give her two breaths using the spare face shield you always keep in your pocket and start the next set of compressions. 

“Andrew.” He's unsure why you ask. 

Until you tell him, “Andrew, I'm going to need you to call 9-1-1. You need to tell them where we are and that we have an unresponsive child. Is there an AED on site?” 

Thankfully, the owners of the restaurant do have an AED so you quickly turn it on and lift up Lena's shirt so you can apply the pediatric pads in the correct places. 

The machine prompts everyone to stay clear of the body while it monitors whether or not she needs a shock. 

She doesn't need it, so the machine prompts you to continue compressions while it monitors for any irregular heart rhythms that may require a shock.

You do your CPR cycles until you see a piece of food in her mouth when you go to give her breaths. You pull it out before applying the next set of breaths. 

Lena gasps for air then and relief washes over you. She starts coughing so you help soothe her by saying, “you're going to be okay, sweetie. Just keep breathing. Help is on the way.” 

You hand her off to the paramedics when they get there, who you know from work so you can guarantee to Pope that she's in good hands. 

“Thank you.” He tells you before he is swept away into the ambulance, unsure how he's going to ever repay you for saving Lena's life. 

It starts by making sure that your tab is always paid for at that restaurant. You tell the owners not to let Pope keep paying for your meals but they brush you off, saying you should enjoy having someone take care of a bill for you every now and then. 

You do enjoy it, but you feel guilty because you were just doing your job. You may have been off duty but you would've helped regardless.

So the next time you see Pope and Lena, you go up to them to say something but then Lena immediately rushes to give you the biggest hug. The kind of hug that warms your heart instantly. 

“Thank you for saving my life.” She says so sweetly to you that you almost cry from how precious she is. 

“Aw sweetie.” You pat the top of her head gently. “I'm happy I could help.” 

“Do you want to join us?” Pope invites you to eat with them. “I'm paying for your meal anyways. Might as well eat with us too.” 

“Please?” Lena looks up at you, wanting you to share a meal with her and her dad. 

“Okay, sure.” You cave, letting her take your hand and pull you into the booth with her. 

You sort of wish you had said no because now you're face to face with Pope and you've never been this close to him before. Minus when he was panicking over Lena's body but that doesn't really count. 

You're horribly shy, not knowing if you should say anything but then Lena prompts, “what do you normally order, pretty paramedic lady?” 

You giggle at her nickname for you then tell her your actual name. “In case you wanted to know.” 

“My dad and I have been calling you the pretty paramedic lady since we didn't know your name. We were hoping you'd be here today.” Lena explains and her words have Pope's ears going red. 

Because she's revealing that the two of them have talked about you a lot. And that he thinks you're very pretty…

Something you find quite endearing, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering about in response. “Is that so? Well, here I am. So glad you seem to be doing better, Lena.” 

“Yep!” She exclaims in that carefree way only children can. “And now I know I'm never ordering anything with peppers in it again. Yuck!”

You smile at her, loving how cute she is. Pope smiles at you, loving how cute you are. 

He really loves you. 

You'd be a perfect mom to Lena. 

Lena is usually not this talkative but she likes you a lot so now she's telling you all about her school and what she likes to do for fun. You listen intently, remaining engaged, asking her questions that she's happy to answer. 

Pope wishes he could just take you home with them. He would love to see Lena this happy all the time. 

Maybe that's why after the meal, he invites you to come over for some dessert. You should decline but then Lena practically begs you to and how are you supposed to say no to such a cute kid? 

So, that's how you end up in Pope's beachside house. You help tuck Lena into bed and then Pope asks you if you'd like a drink. 

“I should get back to my car.” You left it at the parking lot of the restaurant since Pope told you he'd drive you back to get it. 

As much as he wants you to stay, he decides it would be better not to ruin his chances with you by being himself right out of the gate. He has to suppress his desire to be possessive of you, to demand you stay with him. 

But it leaks out when you tell him good night and he leans in to kiss you. Because he just had to know what your lips felt like. 

And what kind of adorable face you'd make when he did kiss you. 

You're so flustered by the sudden kiss. You've only been kissed a few times in your life but none of them were as out of the blue as this. 

So when Pope cups your face with his hand and leans in to kiss you again, you're surprised how easily you kiss him back. 

“Can I see you again soon?” His words are warm against your lips. 

“Okay.” You say back super shyly with a nod.

So cute. Pope loves everything about you. 

You both exchange numbers before you head out of his truck, your face so hot to the touch from the memory of his lips on yours. 

You'll be thinking about him kissing you for a while. 

Like how Pope thinks about kissing you while he has his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to the thought of you moaning against his lips while he fucks you. 

He has to know what you sound like in bed. 

He just has to. 

And his patience is getting thoroughly tested because you're always too busy to stay the night.

You work a lot. More than a pretty girl like you should. Pope could take care of you. He has plenty of money from doing jobs to help you with any bills you have. 

It makes you nervous that it's obvious your new boyfriend wants you to spend more time with him but you can't find the courage to tell Pope that you're inexperienced and scared that you'll end up ruining everything when you don't know what you're doing. 

You can barely kiss him without feeling embarrassed by how much you like it…

“Don't go.” Pope tells you while he has his lips on your neck, kissing a trail up to your cheek, making your skin hotter than it should be.

It doesn't help that you're sitting on his lap on his living room couch. He's been pulling you onto his lap recently, since you got a little too flustered the last time he got on top of you while the two of you were making out. You seem less apprehensive about being on his lap.

Though, the feeling of how hard he is rubbing up against you is causing the butterflies in your stomach to dance around like crazy…

“I have to work tomorrow.” You have the night shift but still, you like to get enough sleep and decompress before the shift starts. 

“Sleep here tonight." Pope wants to spend more than just these little moments with you after Lena goes to sleep. “Please.” 

“Andrew…” You want to so badly but… 

Pope pulls you in for another kiss that has you melting into his grasp. He will convince you to stay tonight. You have to.

He wants to touch you, more than just like this, with his hands roaming over your clothes. He needs to touch your bare skin against his. He just needs—

“Dad?” Lena's voice has you scrambling off of Pope's lap. You sit down beside him, covering your mouth, hoping his kid didn't just catch you on top of her dad. 

Pope clears his throat, wiping his mouth of the lip balm you wear that he likes the flavor of, before asking, “everything alright, Lena?” 

“My lamp won't turn on.” She makes it known just how dark it is in here. 

That's strange.

It looks like the power went out, not just here but the whole strip of the beach. Neither of you had noticed since you and Pope have been kissing in the dark. Which is nothing new, since the two of you have been trying not to get caught by Lena so the darkness aids with that. 

“Shit.” Pope curses under his breath because he knows Lena doesn't sleep well without her favorite lamp on.

You know about the lamp. She loves that lamp because the colored tiles of the lampshade light her room up with pinks and reds alongside the usual warm ambient light. It's hard for her to sleep without it. The variety of color comforts her. 

So, you know you're going to regret this but… 

“Why don't you two come over to my place?” You offer, talking softly to Lena. “I doubt I'm out of power. We can bring your lamp. I've got a spare room you can sleep in and your daddy can take you to school from there tomorrow." 

Pope is surprised that you would do that for them. But he shouldn't be surprised. You seem very open to anything if it helps Lena. 

As if he couldn't love you more, you give him reasons to want you desperately. 

So, the first time you have Pope and Lena over to your place is also the first time you'll be spending the night with Pope. 

You have a rather modest apartment. Central Oceanside, easy access to work. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a cozy set up. A little messy but Pope can take care of that in the morning for you. 

Lena is fast asleep the moment you plug in her lamp beside the guest bed and shut the door. Which leaves you alone with Pope. 

And the awkward situation of whether or not you're going to let him sleep in your bed.

Thank goodness you washed your sheets yesterday…and that your apartment isn't a total mess. Pope keeps his place spotless so you feel a little embarrassed seeing your work clothes sprawling about. 

“I like your apartment.” His words ease you a bit. 

“You must be tired.” It's late… 

Pope walks up to you, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you towards him. He adores that bashful expression you make when your body presses against his. 

His voice lowers as he whispers, “I'm not tired. There's something else I want to do before bed.” 

You bite at your lip, feeling so flustered by the implication of his words. 

“Andrew, I…” You have to let him know about your inexperience. He deserves to know, to gauge for himself if he wants you despite it. 

Pope doesn't like the nervous look in your eyes. Do you not want to sleep with him? 

It would break his heart if you didn't but that doesn't seem to be the case. You're still clinging to him, your body shaking from your nerves. 

It all makes sense when you tell him, “I-I've never done this before.” 

He blinks at you, confused. Because is that the truth?

You are younger than him but he can't believe no one has ever touched you before. 

Is he really your first? 

He'll have to be your last, then. 

That much he'll make sure of now. 

By making you incredibly comfortable with him. “Then we'll take it slow. But don't push me away, please.” 

“You would do that for me?” You don't want to be a burden. “I'm sorry, it might take me a while to—”

Pope quiets your anxious thoughts with his lips on yours, kissing you with so much affection before whispering, “I'd wait as long as you need me to.” 

He hopes it isn't too long but he will wait. 

But only if he gets to make progress in the meantime. No more stalling. He wants to push forward. 

And you let him, “then I'd like to sleep next to you tonight.” 

“Is that all you'd like?” His hands slide down to grip your hips. “Can I touch you a little more?” 

“Oh god…” Your face heats up immediately and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. “W-What about Lena? She's right next door.” 

“You don't think you can keep quiet?” Pope teases you a little and he holds back a chuckle at how shocked you look from his words. 

“I-I've never—” Your words catch in your throat when Pope leans forward and kisses you on the temple. 

“I'm fucking with you.” He definitely can't do anything with you tonight. You need some time to adjust to the idea first. “Let's just sleep tonight. Can I at least hold you?” 

You nod. You wouldn't mind cuddling with Pope. It makes you nervous but you'd like that a lot. You've hugged him plenty of times and snuggled with him on the couch with his arm around your shoulder. 

It's just like that but laying down in bed, right? 

It's nothing like that. 

It has your heart wanting to burst out of your chest when you lay down and Pope pulls you against his chest, spooning you, his large arms wrapped so gently around your body, tucking you into him. You feel his warm breath tickling your ear and you bite your lip, trying not to react to how tingly it feels. 

“Is this too much?” He asks, already going crazy because your sheets smell like you. 

He wants to sleep here permanently… 

“It's okay.” You try to calm yourself down but it doesn't help that you can feel how big he is compared to you. 

It reminds you of all the times the two of you would kiss and then Pope would find his way on top of you, pinning you down with his firm body, making you imagine things you've been scared to indulge in. 

Only this time, he's behind you, holding you tightly against him as his hands glide along the fabric of your sleepwear. 

“I won't touch you directly.” He says right into your ear. “But can I do this?” 

His hands slide up to your breasts, cupping them. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing the noise your body wants to make when his thumbs roll over your nipples from over your shirt. 

Your head is swimming now…growing dizzier from his touch. 

“Andrew, wait.” You stop him, grabbing a hold of his wrist. He stops, even though he really doesn't want to…

“Sorry.” Pope knows he got greedy. 

“It's okay.” You reassure him that you don't mind. “But…I'm nervous.” 

“About?” That intrigues him. 

“What if it…feels too good and I…” You bury your face in your hands, wanting to scream. “Never mind, never mind, just ignore me—” 

You yelp a little when you feel his hard cock pressing up against your back, becoming much more aware of his sheer size compared to when you were on his lap. 

Oh, he's…really big. 

How is that supposed to fit inside of you? 

Now you're nervous about something else entirely…like why your mind went straight to the thought of Pope burying his huge cock inside of you…

“You should ignore me.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel any type of way about how aroused he is by your words. “Just let me make you feel good.” 

Your breath hitches when his hand slips under your shirt, cupping your bare breast this time. You don't normally wear a bra to sleep. Maybe you should've.

But then you wouldn't get to feel his calloused fingers playing with your nipples. 

“Oh my god…” You're squirming a little at the way he's rolling your hard nipple between his fingers. 

“Good or bad?” His voice is so low and intoxicating in your ear. 

“Good.” You stuff your face into your pillow then, letting out a tiny little scream that has Pope chuckling into your shoulder. 

“I can make you feel really good.” Pope's other hand slips past the waistband of your pants, his fingers grazing the top of your underwear. “If you let me.” 

You chew on your lip. You should say no. You should go to sleep… 

But you cave and tell him, “be gentle.” 

And now Pope wants to eat you up. 

He can't right now. It's obvious you're shy about letting him see your body, so he'll make do with touching you under your clothes. 

“Fuck.” He lets out that single word when his hand slips into your underwear and he feels how slick you are on his fingers. 

“I-I'm sorry.” You say in a light panic. “I-I don't usually get this wet—”

“Please stop talking.” He can barely hold himself back as is.

If you keep telling him things like that, Pope won't be able to stop himself from pinning you down and just fucking you until you're dripping with his cum. 

“I'm sorry.” You let out meekly, worried you've upset him. 

“No, I'm sorry.” He dips his fingers into your slick, groaning at how easily you coat his fingertips. “I feel like I could cum just from how wet you are for me.” 

“W-What?” You were not expecting him to say that. 

“You have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you.” He's not hiding it anymore, his fingers making their way up to your clit. He starts playing with it as he tells you, “I've needed this, needed you.”

Pope slides his other hand away from your breasts so he can wrap it around his cock, jerking himself off to him touching your clit. And to the little whimpers you're making from how good it feels to be touched by him and knowing how much he wants you. 

“Andrew, wait.” You grab at his arm because you're getting too close. “I'm going to cum if you don't stop…”

He growls into your shoulder blade, stilling his movements entirely. “Are you seriously going to make me stop when I'm so close?” 

You swallow at that. Is he really going to cum just from touching you? 

Does he like you that much? 

He must because he's never had so much willpower in his life. 

Pope can't ruin this, even if his whole body is tight with tension from stopping himself from bullying your clit until you're crying for him to stop. 

“J-Just give me a minute.” You then take a moment to breathe in deep, trying to mentally prepare yourself. 

It is a vulnerable thing to cum in front of someone. You've never done it before. Pope has but not really out of desire like this, though. 

You find the courage to ask him, “can we kiss while we cum together?” 

It's like you've awakened something inside of him because Pope is practically dry heaving against you. 

“You're too fucking cute.” He huffs into the nape of your neck. “I don't know how to be normal about you.” 

You think that's a good thing. It has to be, since he immediately sits up and lugs your body towards him until you're straddling his lap. 

“You don't have to look.” Pope pulls his cock out so he can stroke it easier. “But if you could help me out.”  

He puts his hand in front of you and you stare at his palm, wondering what he wants.

“Lick my hand for me.” He instructs, since it seems you need to be led.

Oh. You feel hot all over now… 

You swallow your nerves and lean forward, dragging your tongue along his hand until it's nice and wet. Then, when he wraps it around his cock and starts stroking it, the erotic sounds have your heart racing.

He groans with such need as he asks, “can I touch your pussy again?” 

You nod and he slips his other hand into your pants, sliding back to grab some of your slick before dragging his fingertips to your clit again. You brace yourself with your hands on his shoulder then bury your face into his neck, moaning against his skin, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably. 

“Fuck.” He grunts when he feels how swollen your clit has gotten for him. “I want to taste you so bad.” 

You definitely are not ready for that but the thought that he wants to has more slick building up between your legs. 

“Does it feel good?” He asks you, nudging you so you lift your face to look at him. “Tell me what you like. Just nod when it feels right.” 

Pope follows your cue, rubbing your clit perfectly at the same pace as him stroking his cock and you find yourself leaning in to kiss him, burying your hands in his hair, gasping against his lips when it starts to feel more incredible than before. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asks against your lips, not letting you answer because he keeps kissing you, stealing your breath away. 

But when you're right at the edge, you repeat the word “yes” between every kiss until you finally cum, your whole body shaking in response. And it only shakes more when Pope immediately dips his finger inside of you, filling you up. 

“Andrew—!” You gasp out his name when he curls his finger, looking for where to touch you to make you do that again. He wants to hear you say his name when you cum again. 

“One more time.” He urges you, groaning against your lips as he grips his cock tighter. “Cum for me again.” 

You do, the orgasm washing over you, your pussy clenching around his finger the way he wishes it was around his cock. He cums hard, coating his hand in his release. 

Every heavy breath he makes, you can taste it. You wonder what his cum tastes like.

What has Pope done to you? Your desires for him are growing by the minute… 

“Let me wash my hands.” He goes to move you off his lap but you won't budge. 

“Can I…” You look down for the first time, at his hand wrapped around his softening cock. It's still huge, despite having just came. “I—sorry, I don't know—”

Pope lifts his hand up towards you, showing you how the back of it is coated in his release. “Do you want to try it?” 

You nod shyly before leaning forward so you can taste him. Pope can feel his cock twitching back to life already at the sight of you lapping up his cum. 

Now he has to taste you. 

“Can I make you cum again?” He asks you when you're done cleaning his hand. 

“W-Why?” You came twice already. That seems like plenty… 

“I didn't get a chance to taste you yet.” 

“Oh…” You're even more shy now, your words coming out in little nervous mumbles, “I-I just don't know if I-I'm clean enough, I wouldn't want you to—”

“I'll just use my fingers again.” He tries to ease your nerves. “I won't go down on you tonight. But I want to. I really want to.” 

You like how vocal Pope is about what he likes. It quells the anxiety you feel at times about your relationship with him. You know he likes you but you had worried for a bit that you might have liked him a little more than he liked you. 

You're learning right now that is not the case. 

Pope likes you so much that the moment he makes you cum again from burying two fingers deep inside of you, he can't stop himself from wanting to do it again. 

“Andrew, please.” Your lower body is tingling too much from the way his fingers are curling inside of you. “I'm going to cum again if you keep—” 

“I need you to squirt for me and then I'll stop.” He can tell you've been holding back. 

“What? I-I've never—” You wriggle when he adds another finger, stretching you out even more than he did before. “Oh god, I can't—”

He can feel you tensing up so he starts thrusting his fingers rougher until you're unable to contain yourself anymore, the tension bursting completely. Pope smiles when he feels how much you've soaked his hand and likes how you're hiding your face in your hands, so embarrassed that you squirted for the first time. 

That's why he has to make you do it again. Then he'll let you sleep. 

“Please, Andrew!” You push at his arm, trying to get him to stop but he keeps fucking you with his fingers until you're squirting all over his hand and your mind has gone blank from the sudden rush of pleasure.

You grow even dizzier at the sight of him licking his hand clean, humming from how good you taste to him. 

“I want to do that again.” He tells you and you shake your head at him, making him chuckle. “I won't anymore tonight. I have to let you sleep.” 

Pope helps you to your bathroom so you can clean up all the slick that has built between your legs. If he had his way, he would've cleaned you up with his tongue but he'll shelve that for when you're ready to show him your body. A body he will surely worship the moment he gets to see it. 

But for now, Pope will enjoy holding your warm body against his while the two of you sleep. 

Something that becomes more frequent. 

You let Pope and Lena sleep over every now and then, whenever Lena wants to. The three of you have movie nights at your place. You sleep over at Pope's house when the three of you have family dinner night at the restaurant after your shift. 

They really are your family. You spend so much time with them that people tell you what a cute kid you have. And you've stopped correcting them…

Because you love Lena like she is your child. 

Pope loves how much you take such good care of Lena, always keeping her entertained, always being so beautifully kind to his kid. 

He loves you so much. 

“Can we get ice cream?” She asks the two of you when you're done with dinner tonight. 

“Only if your daddy says so.” You pat her gently on the head with your free hand, since she has your other hand held firmly in hers. 

Pope is going to pretend like hearing you call him “daddy” so casually doesn't make him want to fuck a baby into you. 

He manages to calmly say, “only if you promise to study for your test when you get home.” 

Lena nods happily, agreeing to those terms. 

The three of you get ice cream and hang out at the beach for a bit before going home. 

Home. You have so much of your stuff at Pope's house and he has so much of his stuff at yours. Same with Lena's things. 

“Do you want to move in?” Pope asks you once he's tucked Lena in for the night. 

You're unsure. You've only been seeing Pope for a few months. Isn't this a little too soon?

Pope feels like it's been too long. He still hasn't fucked you yet…

It's taking everything in him not to rush things but he wants to see you as often as he can and you moving in would allow for that. 

“I-I do but…” You don't know if it's a good idea. 

You'll start falling in love with Pope more than you already are if you live with him and see how wonderful he can be to you all the time…

“But what?” He pulls you into his arms, giving you a warm hug. “Talk to me.” 

You hug him back, sinking into the comfort of him, which gives you the strength to admit, “but I'm scared, Andrew. That I like you too much…” 

You cling into him tighter after you tell him that, nervous that he'll find you overbearing and wanting to put some distance between the two of you. 

“I love you.” Pope just says out right. 

You look up at him, your eyes wide with shock. “What did you say?” 

“I said I love you.” He leans down to kiss you, smiling when you're too stunned to kiss him back. “You're so cute. It's hard not to love you.” 

“Andrew…” Your heart is hammering so loud in your chest that you almost can't hear yourself tell him, “I love you too.” 

“Then, will you move in with me so we can be a family?” He asks, since he'd like that a lot. 

“Okay.” You say with a bashful grin and a firm nod. 

Then, Pope leans forward, whispering in your ear, “Lena has a sleepover tomorrow.” 

You know what that means and your whole body quivers with anticipation. It means you and Pope don't have to be quiet. 

Which means he's definitely going to fuck you tomorrow… 

You grip onto his shirt, your hands trembling a little. “I'm a little…”

“It's okay to be nervous.” Pope rubs your back gently. “There's no pressure. We can just do what we've been doing when we're alone.” 

“Oh god…” You bury your face in his chest. “You almost killed me last time.” 

“No, I didn't.” He says with a light laugh. 

“I came like twenty times or something crazy like that.” You grumble, remembering how obsessed Pope was with making you cum since the two of you had the house to yourselves for a night. 

“And you liked it.” He smirks and you pout at him. “Come on, you love it when daddy touches you.” 

You scream into his chest, drawing a laugh from deep in his belly. He loves messing with you and he's noticed you get so flustered when he calls himself “daddy” around you. 

At least you both are even in that sense. You have no idea how much it riles him up when you call him that unintentionally. 

“I do love it.” You say shyly, muffling your words a little. “I love you a lot, Andrew.” 

Okay, maybe Pope can't wait until tomorrow. 

He drags you into his bedroom, locking the door, before grabbing you by your face and kissing you, pressing you up against the door with his body. 

“I need you out of these clothes.” He looks at you still in your paramedic uniform since you just had dinner with them after your shift. 

“I should shower…” You've been out for more than twelve hours. 

“Then shower with me.” Pope tugs his shirt off without an ounce of hesitation.

He has seen you naked plenty of times now but he loves how shy you seem about it every time. 

Though, maybe you're shy because every time you see him naked, you have to remind yourself that this is your boyfriend and that every inch of that body is technically all yours…

“I might pass out.” You warn because you're sure the combination of steam and the heat rushing through you as you strip out of your work clothes in front of him will lead to you getting dizzy like always.

“Please don't. You're the paramedic in the relationship. I'm just a property manager who needs to take a CPR class…” He makes a lousy joke that has you giggling beautifully. “I really love you.” 

You feel extra shy that he says that right as you pull off the last piece of clothing from your body. 

“Come here.” He puts his hand out and you take it, letting him lead you into his bathroom. 

You've never showered with Pope before but you should've guessed he wasn't going to keep his hands off of you. Or his lips, which are plastered to yours the moment the two of you are under the shower head. 

He has you pinned to the shower wall now, holding you there as the water goes from cold to warm against his back, his body shielding you until the temperature is right. 

“I love your body.” His lips trail down from your lips to your shoulders. “Every inch of it.” 

“Let me get clean first, Andrew.” You don't want him kissing you all over while you still have the grime of work on you. 

“You're clean enough to me.” He'd eat you out right here if you let him. But he knows you won't. You're still acting shy around him. He'll help break you out of your shell slowly but surely. 

“Let's wash up.” You tell him before whispering in his ear, “and then I'll let you do whatever you want with me.” 

Pope has never showered so fucking fast in his life. You find it almost too adorable how quickly he finishes his shower before helping you so you don't take too long either, washing your hair for you while you scrub your body clean. 

Then, when your hair is all dry and you feel nice and clean, Pope practically tosses you down onto his bed and his face is between your legs in an instant. 

“Oh god, Andrew, you can't—” He can't be this eager when Lena is sleeping next door! 

He knows you're bad at holding in your voice… 

“Then scream into your pillow.” He has you face down with your ass up in a second and his tongue is on you again immediately, ravishing you like an animal. “Fuck, this is amazing, you're so wet, you taste so good, I'm going to fucking cum just eating your pussy.” 

You can hear him stroking his cock after he gathers some of your slick in his hand to use. You moan into the pillow when his tongue dips into you, the tip of it flicking at your entrance, teasing you, making you wish he would just push it inside of you fully already. His free hand moves between your legs to play with your clit and he groans when you cum on his face from the sudden dual stimulation. 

“Good girl.” He praises you for cumming. “Making your daddy proud.” 

“Andrew—!” You muffle another scream when his tongue slips inside of you and he starts fucking you with it, sliding it in and out, enjoying how slick you're growing from how good it feels.

“I want to cum on your pussy.” Pope is already close, his hand death gripping his cock, so turned on just knowing you love him. “Can I?” 

“Okay.” You don't mind since he'll clean it up before it gets into you. 

At least, that's what you thought was going to happen.

But the moment Pope cums all over your pussy, his fingers quickly push it into you, drawing out a gasp from your lips. 

“Wait, Andrew—” You bite down on your pillow as he starts fucking you with his fingers, the pace much rougher, unlike anything he's done before.

You squirt so hard that you can feel it dripping down your thighs. Your whole body is shaking from how intense your orgasm is shooting through you, the pleasure completely overloading all of your senses.

And it doesn't stop. And you can't scream for him to stop because you'll wake Lena. 

So you just take his brutal fingerfucking until you're cumming nonstop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your toes curling, your body reeling from the constant pleasure hitting you. 

“You can definitely take me now.” Pope tells you, finally pulling his fingers free from your tight pussy. 

His cock is nice and hard again. It would be impossible not to be hard at the sight of you cumming your brains out on his fingers. 

You're still so dazed that you don't even register what he's doing until he lines his cock up with your entrance. 

When you feel the tip of him pushing into you, it's like you sober up. “W-Wait, Andrew, we can't, we don't have a condom—”

“I'm not fucking you with a condom.” Pope sinks the tip of his cock inside of you, slipping past your tight entrance, groaning when he feels your pussy around him. “I love you. You love me. We're making love. I want to get you pregnant, my love.” 

You can't even think straight. Every word out of his mouth is crossing all the wires in your brain. It's like you're short-circuiting… 

The pressure of his cock prying you apart is what keeps you locked in the moment, in the feeling of him burying himself inside of you inch by inch. 

It would be a lie if you said it wasn't amazing. 

You've never felt so full before. So utterly fulfilled before. Like this was what you have been waiting for all this time. 

“You're doing so good.” Pope rubs your back gently. “I'm almost halfway in.” 

You're unsure if you heard him right because you already feel completely full. How is there more of him to take? There's no way your body can—

Pope starts thrusting more and more of his cock into you and you cum just from the act of getting split open. Your pussy clenches around him perfectly the moment he hilts inside of you. 

“Breathe, my love.” He coaxes you into relaxing, into allowing your pussy to get used to the shape and size of him. “You swallowed me up so well. Let's see if you can do it again.” 

His words are not enough warning for him to pull out of you completely and lay you down on your back before shoving his cock back inside of you all of a sudden. 

This time, you're looking right into his eyes as you cum on his cock again. “Good girl, cumming so hard for her daddy.” 

“Andrew, let me…I need a second…” You're gasping for air, trying to find where your mind went in the pleasure-filled haze. 

It has disappeared completely, because all you want now is for Pope to fuck you. 

Especially when he starts gently kneading your lower belly, massaging you right above your womb where his cock is pushing up against. 

“Let's give Lena a sibling to play with.” Pope tells you, rubbing your soft stomach. “One that looks like you, my beautiful love.” 

You're too far gone now. 

You reach up, grabbing a hold of Pope's face and bringing him down to kiss you. You roll your hips against his, driving his cock deeper into you, wanting him to fuck you while you kiss him. Pope happily listens, thrusting his cock into you at a pace that has you moaning against his lips.

He keeps you quiet by tangling his tongue with yours, taking up space in your mouth, kissing you while he fucks you. His hands slide up to your chest, grabbing at your nipples, playing with them as another orgasm ripples through you from all the sensations happening at the same time. 

You're in heaven. You've never felt so good before. 

“I love you, Andrew.” You breathe out, all airy and full of affection. 

“I love you too.” He says back with a smile. “You are so perfect for me.” 

Just as it was meant to be. 

You stay clinging onto Pope, his lips on yours as he pounds his cock into you until you feel his warm release filling you up for the first time. It's an incredible feeling. 

One that you hope to feel all the time. 

You can't keep your desires at bay anymore… 

The moment you get home from your shift the next day, Pope is in your apartment and has you pinned to your door, kissing you furiously. You're already stripping off your clothes, tugging at his clothes, wanting him to fuck you like he has been desperately yearning for all day after last night. 

“Let me fuck you right here.” He growls against your lips, sending shivers down your spine with his words, “so your neighbors can hear how good your daddy can make you feel.” 

You're terrible at holding your voice in because you moan his name so loudly when he drops to his knees and starts eating you out right then and there. Your hand is in his hair, pulling at his soft curls. You're grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue eagerly dips in and out of you, reveling in your taste. 

“Andrew, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—” You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from waking your neighbors when he sucks your clit and draws out your first orgasm of the night. 

“Don't stop now.” Pope plays with your clit in his mouth, coaxing you back to the edge of another orgasm. “Cum all over my face, my love.” 

You can't stop yourself from listening to him, your body shaking from the pleasure he's pulling out of you. You whimper when he shoves two fingers into you, spreading your pussy wide open so his tongue has space to slip in with them. 

It's all too much—

You cum so hard that you see stars speckling your vision. Your knees are so wobbly that you can barely keep yourself up. 

“The night just started and you're already going to pass out?” Pope chuckles at your dazed expression. “Come on, let's get in the bath.” 

He had prepped a bath for you to come home. The water is a little colder than he'd like but he hadn't planned on eating you out at your front door. Next time, he'll put that into consideration with his timing. 

You don't mind the lukewarm water, though. 

Because your skin is on fire. 

Pope allows you no reprieve, his fingers lazily rubbing your clit while the two of you bathe together. 

“Andrew, please, I need to wash up…” You arch your back against his chest, your body close to convulsing from the orgasm he's building you towards. “I can't cum again, just give me a break, please.” 

“Cum one more time.” He nips at your earlobe, his words hot against your sensitive flesh. “Then daddy will let you bathe.” 

You should've known when he told you to cum, it would mean cumming hard for him. 

Because his fingers thrust into you and you're fucking screaming from how they refuse to stop moving even after you've cum. 

“Andrew!” You shout his name out of desperation, needing him to stop torturing you with his fingers but he won't. 

He just curls them deeper, teasing your womb, groaning when your pussy clenches around his fingers, milking them like they're his cock. 

It should be his cock inside of you. 

Fuck it, it will be. 

Pope picks you up out of the bath. You're clean enough. He doesn't care to wait anymore. 

You're thrown down onto your bed and he climbs on top of you, lining his cock up. You wouldn't be able to stop him if you tried. 

He sinks every fucking inch inside of you until your body can't stop shaking from how good it feels to have the love of your life buried so deep inside of you. 

“Say you love it when your daddy's cock kisses your womb.” He rolls his hips, pushing the tip of his cock right at the entrance to your womb, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head from the rush of pleasure. 

“I love it—” You can't barely speak the rest of the words because he keeps pounding the tip of his cock over and over again at that spot until you're squirting all over him. 

“You really love it, don't you?” Pope rests his hand where your clit is. “Let's hear you scream my name.” 

He starts rubbing your clit at the same harsh pace as he thrusts inside of you and you fucking burst. It's like an avalanche. Each orgasm is followed by another, each building in intensity, each causing your head to go stupid. 

All you can think about is cumming. 

Pope loves the sounds you make when you let go, when you allow yourself to just feel good and not care about anything else but the way he's forcing your body to feel. 

“Tell daddy what you want.” Pope pinches your clit, drawing a moan from your lips. “Come on, my love. Say it.” 

“I want your cum.” You finally admit it. “I want my daddy to put a baby in me.” 

“Yeah?” He's going to go fucking crazy now. “Is that really what you want?” 

You nod then beg, “please, I need it now, Andrew.” 

Pope has never cum that hard in his life. He fills your womb so completely that some of his cum leaks out of you even though his cock is just resting inside of you. He likes the way you're spasming beneath him, cumming uncontrollably from the feeling of his cum inside of you. 

It makes him want to do insane things. 

Like when he slips his cock out of you and replaces it with his fingers, only to bury his face between your legs too. 

You're gasping for air the moment his lips seal around your clit and his fingers start fucking his cum deeper into your pussy. You can't even tell him to stop. You're not able to form words. 

You're just a moaning mess, the sounds leaving your lips surely worthy of a noise complaint. 

But it's okay. 

You're moving in with Pope soon. You won't need this apartment anymore. 

So who cares if your neighbors know your daddy is making you cum your brains out right now? 

“Let me see it.” He has his eyes glued to your pussy, to his fingers bully your insides, forcing you closer and closer to another unbelievable orgasm. “Show your daddy how hard you can cum.” 

You cry out his name when you squirt all over his fingers, your orgasm blinding you, your vision going fuzzy, your cum mixing with his as it spills out of you.

Pope flips you onto your stomach in your daze and you're immediately shoved into your mattress by his cock roughly thrusting into your still squirting pussy. You've surely soaked your sheets now because every thrust has you drenching your thighs with your release. 

“I can't, I can't—” You can't possibly cum anymore. 

You'll go crazy if you do. You'll never want this to end if you do. 

That's the goal for Pope. 

To make you dependent on him for pleasure. To have you crave what only he can give you. 

“Hush, my love.” He says sweetly as he rubs your back, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “I'll show you what your limits are.” 

Your limits being getting fucked all night long until you're dripping between your legs, spilling his cum out of you with every slight motion you make, your mind and body wrecked with endless amounts of pleasure. 

You wake up to Pope kissing every inch of your body. You feel surprisingly clean. 

Did he bathe you in your sleep? He must've. You were so tired after getting wrung out. You can barely remember anything that happened after he snuggled you so lovingly after fucking you so roughly. 

“Glad you're not working for a few days.” Pope is hoping you'll get pregnant soon so you won't have to work much at all. 

“I don't think I'd be able to work if I was scheduled.” Your legs feel like actual jelly… 

“I'm sorry, my love.” He comes back up to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. “I got carried away, didn't I?” 

You lean into his chest, breathing in the smell of him that you enjoy so much, then let out a little sigh. “It's okay. I…liked it.” 

Pope might as well ask you to marry him right now. 

He hasn't gotten a ring yet, though. He'd want to do it properly if he did. 

He'd want to ask Lena just to be sure she's ready for you to become her new mother. 

She is. Of course she is. 

Lena loves you. Almost as much as Pope does. 

“I like seeing you happy, dad.” Lena leans her shoulder against his arm, her small hand held in his. 

“Would she make a good mom for you?” Pope asks again just to be sure. 

She nods, smiling all big and cute at him. “And now you guys can finally kiss!” 

He bites back a laugh. 

Little does she know, the two of you have done much more than that already… 

a/n: okay so like you know this could've been way more wild but then I just felt so mushy…and I wanted to write happy!pope so there he is. he’s a girl dad who loves you sm. gosh I could just drown in how cute he is with lena! 

after making you strip completely naked pope fastened the leather collar around your neck, dragging you onto the bed by your leash, “since you wanted to be a dumb bitch, then i’ll treat you like one.”

he pushed his shorts down his thighs, his hard cock slapping his toned stomach as it was released. pope stood at the edge of the bed and pulled your leash towards him, making you crawl over to take the tip in your mouth.

you tried to start as you normally did with him, sucking on the tip and tracing it with your tongue before taking his full length, but pope had no patience for that tonight. he pushed your head all the way down, making you gag.

“you can take it,” he said through gritted teeth, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth at a brutal pace. your eyes watered, drool leaking from your lips, the metal clasp of the leash clinking rhythmically against the buckle of your collar as he used you.

he fucked your mouth for a while until he felt himself getting too close to the edge, he wanted to savour this.

pope grunted, pulling you off of him and leaving his spit slick cock hard in the air, “turn around.”

you started shuffling on your knees but evidently it wasn’t fast enough for him as he scowled, barely waiting until you turned before pulling you down towards him by your legs.

he picked up your leash in one hand and lined up his tip with your entrance with the other, “w-wait andrew,” you whined, knowing it would burn if he didn’t stretch you out first. pope knew it too, but right now he didn’t care.

“you were stupid, ‘m not going easy on you tonight,” he said matter-of-factly, “show me you can be good, take my cock how i give it to you like a grateful little puppy.”

pope pushed in slowly and it stung, just like you expected. he pulled your leash tight and used it as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of you, gripping your waist with his other hand like a vice.

the pleasure began to overshadow the pain as he kept rutting into you, he was going harder than usual but his cock still felt as amazing as it always did, like you were made for each other.

without thinking you reached a hand down between your legs to circle your clit. “no—” pope yanked you up by your leash so your back was flush with his chest, making your hands fall to your sides. he continued to drive into you like this, “you don’t get to make yourself feel good,” he spat.

your weight was almost entirely being held up by his grip on your leash, keeping you upright. pope was using you like a toy, and it made your clit twitch, even if you couldn’t touch it.

he felt you squeeze around him, “you like being treated like a mutt huh? feel you squeezin’ me, like you’re begging to be stuffed full of my come.”

you whimpered, trying to nod but you could hardly move your head in the position he had you in, “mhm, y-yes,” you breathed out, “want you to come in me,”

pope growled, slamming up into you, “maybe if i got you big n’ pregnant you’d be less stupid, could jus’ keep you busy carrying my babies.”

your hands clambered for purchase, trying to reach back to hold onto his torso, “please get me pregnant andrew, want your babies,” you cried out. you sounded pathetic but you didn’t even care at this point, you just wanted all of him.

pope rammed deep inside of you once more with a grunt, his cock twitching against your walls as he painted them with his seed.

he released his grip on your leash and slowly lowered you back down onto the bed. he unbuckled the collar and let it and the leash fall to the sheets.

“you did so good for me,” pope said quietly while he caressed your body gently with his hands, still inside of you.

you hummed contentedly, turning your face to look at him, “i love you.”

- pennsylvania is still iffy on marijuana laws so jack goes and picks up your weed for you <3

- jack always makes sure your water bottle is full especially when you smoke. you can’t help but cough a lot and jack knows the cold water will help your throat

it becomes such a habit to refill your water bottle that anytime you see jack, you also see your purple stanley cup in his hand too

(and ofc he does the typical boyfriend drinking from your water bottle and stealing all your water)

- you always offer jack a hit of your pen/blunt/joint and he says no every time because if his job but you keep asking genuinely so he isn’t left out

- your favorite date nights/mornings are when you and jack sit on your fire escape before or after his shifts. he’s scrunched up on one end with your legs in lap while you smoke. it’s quiet but also hazy and soo full of love

- the first time you get the munchies around jack, you pull out your phone to order doordash because you and jack still have not eaten dinner.

when you go to pay it, he literally stops you and demands to know why you’re paying. he takes your phone and puts in his credit card information and tells you that anytime you want anything, put it on his card <3

will literally text you to tell you to use it

you line up your time off of work right when jack decides to take a brief period of time off just dedicated to the two of you

you go to a cabin up in northern pa and when you finally settle jack just looks at you and grins

“you know, since i’m off of work for awhile…it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to smoke.”

your eyes literally light up and god when you see jack inhale the smoke for the first time, you almost want to not even smoke at all so you can just watch him

because it’s so hot and he isn’t even trying

- weed making you insanely horny at times and jack is happy to oblige ever time

- jack is already so good in bed and the increased feelings when your high make your orgasms 10x harder oops!

- “i named my pen after you”

- weed actually really helps jack manage his phantom pains and his issues with his sleep

- always treating you to new accessories, a new pen, or bud

“look at this grinder, baby. it’s shaped like a disco ball”

“i got you this pen. it’s shaped like lip gloss”

- ends up laying on top of you most times you smoke to be both your own personal weighted blanket and heater