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POPE CODY SMAU:
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my man my man my man
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tw: cursing, not lore accurate
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tw: cursing, fighting (s
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HIII your work is amazing honestly and letās be real everyone needs some pope in their life. I was thinking of like Pope and reader being by the pool and sheās In like a tiny bikini why not? And heās in some trunks that are low on his waist just showing his beautiful happy trail and reader all like š¤¤, so she sees him lay down or smth on the subbed sweaty and is like yep Iām gonna ride that like not his dick just his tummy/happy trail and letās say the hairs are what she rides and ends up squirting because itās just so good, and popes all like my horny little bunny. All the while theyāre still outside at the pool. TYSMMMMMMM
thank you anon for the delicious request!! if anyone doesnāt know i have such a love for his tummy its unreal!! so anon you were speaking directly to the PEOPLE šāāļøš
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It was one of those really hot daysālike really hot. The heat index was about 90 degrees and despite the want to be inside all day, you and Pope decided to go outside and enjoy some time at the pool. The pool was perfectly chilled and allowed you both a nice haven outside of the house.
Everyone else had better things to do, Deran and Craig were off surfing, J was with someone (not that you cared), and Smurf was off dealing with some business.
Since you both were alone with each other, you had no problem sporting your tiniest baby pink bikini and when you say tiniest, you mean literally thong bikini. The bikini was basically swallowed by your ass cheeks and your nipples were barely covered. You liked wearing it, but you knew there was no way on earth Pope would let you wear it around anyone else.
So what better day to wear it!
You both had dipped in the pool, swimming beside each other, just enjoying the cold chlorinated water. Once you got tired Pope floated over to you in the shallow end and wrapped his brawny arms under your ass guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He lifted on of his hands from the water and held the back of your neck as he moved his head closer to yours. He pressed soft sweet kisses to your lips, but you honestly needed more.
The way he looked when he stepped out of the house earlier had you so unbelievably horny, and he had no idea. His trunks sat low enough that you could perfectly see the hairs peeking out from his trunks. Truthfully, youād been following the line of his happy trail the minute his shirt came off. It was something about that spot on his body, just moving back and forth between the navel and the print of his dick that always gave you a buzzing feeling within your body.
And now that he is giving you all the tender touches you want, you need more.
But heās oblivious to the torture he is inflicting! He has no idea that while he is giving you happy to be near you kisses you are wanting to ride him until the sunsets.
So he doesnāt use these sweet kisses to lead to more. No, instead he pulls away and says, āthink iām gonna lay out for a bit. getting a little coldā and makes his way out of the pool to lay on his towel. In that moment you swore you could have killed him.
The only thing that made up for it was the fact that as he laid out, hands under his head, eyes closed while facing the sun, you could see the water and sweat beading around your favorite valley, making your mouth water.
It was only fair to do something about the stirring that were happening in your panties, heās the one that cause this!
So you too slowly made you war out of the pool. but instead of laying out, you made your way over to Pope, and mounted him like youāve been dreaming of this whole day.
You kneeled down, placing both of your knees on the outside of his waist and sat yourself on his tummy.
āWhatāre you doing?ā, he questioned, squinting on eye at you while trying to abound the sun.
āDo you know what youāve been doing to me all day?ā you say, gently rocking your hips into his navel.
āWhatāre you talking about?ā
āThis whole day, youāve been wearing no shirt and now youāre wearing these trunks. You trying to tease me Andy?ā his hips lightly buck up as seems relief from the half chub growing in his swim shorts.
His hands slide up from your thighs to grip the fat on your hips, untieing the frilly strings of your bottoms, pulling them roughly and throwing them off to the side. āWasnāt trying to tease you bunny, māsorryā His hands then made his way back to your hips and began rocking your hips firmly into his tummy. Your clit was rubbing on his happy trail perfectly, giving you a perfect duality from his smooth tanned skin.
You lean down and give him a peck before moving your head back up. Pope quickly grabbed your head and brought your lips back to his, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, you body set ablaze by the sensation of your hips rutting into his belly.
āYou wanna cum on my tummy angel?ā Andrew asks, his voice low and full of lust. You nod, blissed out of your mind. He now sported a full hard-on his shorts, but all he could focus on was pleasing you.
He moved his hands to your tits, he pulled the nylon fabric to the side to reveal your pebbles nipples. He so desperately wanted to lean up and pod each one into his mouth, but he was dedicated in letting you ride his tummy to your hearts content. He settled for squeezing and pinching instead, which still gave you a lovely sensation bringing you closer to your orgasm.
āAndy it feels soāhahāfeels so goodā. You rut your hips on him faster and faster.
āKeep going bunny want you to cum all over me.ā His hands traced up and down your body trying to commit how beautiful your body looked under the sweltering sun to his memory.
He swore that you were the most gorgeous woman heād ever seen, no matter if you were dolled up for a date night or mouth hanging wide open as you snored in bed. But something about how you looked sliding up and down his body, head thrown back, and the slight sheen of sweat veiling your body made you look like the goddess Aphrodite.
Your hips falter at his words, your orgasm right at the edge. As you feel it approach you smash your lips back to his. He swallows each one of your high pitched moans.
He smacks your ass and grunts, āCouldnāt even wait to go inside, such a horny little thing riding me where anyone can see. Cum for me bunny, cāmon.ā
You throw your head back as you give your last few heavy ruts on his body.
You cry out, āfuuuck Andy,ā. Your pussy tensed under neath his stomach, and your orgasm crashed hard throughout your body, your juices flowed your body onto his.
It wasnāt until you finally came down from your high that you realized that you had squirted, but Pope was very intent on the spurts of liquid your pussy had leaked.
āGod that was so fuckinā hot.ā you smiled down at him, eyes hazy from your high. āNeed you to ride my face now bun, wanā you to do the same thing on my face.ā
He grabbed you and pulled you inside his room, letting you ride his face allll night long.
Itās him hovering over you, breathing shakily through his open mouth, eyes scanning all over your naked body beneath him. You can tell heās in his head, so you cup his face to make him look at you, nodding, āitās okay, just go slow at first.ā you shudder as he shifts, hard cock laying heavily against your thigh.
āJust-ā he squeezes his eyes shut, hands clenching the sheets by your head, ājust wanna make you feel good.ā he whispers, opening his eyes now to look at you. You nod and run your hands over his chest. āYou will,ā you breathe, āiām ready.ā
He bites his bottom lip in focus as he pushes inside you slowly, inch by inch filling you up. When heās completely buried inside you he grunts once, the sound coming from his throat where it bobs a swallow as you whine under him, adjusting to his size.
āAndyā you whimper, eyebrows furrowed as you flutter around him. He starts to pull back, thinking the whimper is from pain but you grab his shoulders, stopping him. āNo, no itās good-fuck itās so good.ā you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing through your nose as pleasure blooms low in your belly.
āYeah?ā He questions softly, pushing back in, āSā that feel good?ā he whispers. You bite your bottom lip and nod, urging him to move. A whine gets caught in the back of his throat as he starts to move, his hands shaking beside your head, hips moving slowly into yours.
āMy god.ā he drops his forehead to your shoulder, hips speeding up subconsciously. You can hear your bodyās slapping against one anotherās every now and again when he thrusts up into you harder than usual. You moan, clenching around him and hands squeezing his arms. āYou like it hard?ā He asks, pulling back to look at your face all scrunched up as he slams his cock deeper into you with more force. You can only bite your lip, nodding as his eyes trail down to where your tits are bouncing with each thrust.
āSā pretty.ā he mumbles, one hand moving to squeeze at them. He grunts again when your nails dig into his arms, āfeels so good, didnāt know it could feel this good.ā he breathes into your mouth before you take his lips with yours, tangling your tongue with his. You hear the wet, sweaty skin slapping together again as he hits a perfect angle, the head of his cock hitting that spongy spot. You moan loudly into his mouth and he buries his face in your neck, nodding.
āShouldāve figured youād already be in bed,ā Sammy snickers as he comes into the bedroom. It startles you, just a bit. Youād been so locked in on your show that you hadnāt even heard him open the front door. He laughs a little bit when he sees you jump, grin widening when your surprise morphs into that soft easy smile heās grown accustomed to. Heās already working off his duty belt, dropping it on the bench at the end of the bend, when he makes his way over to you. His fingers are quickly moving through the buttons of his shirt as he leans down to press a quick kiss to the side of your head.
Humming, you lean into the touch. āYouāre home late.ā
āItās seven-thirty,ā he says.
āStill late,ā you say, sitting up more against the headboard before reaching for one of his hands still working at his shirt. He gives into you so easily, dropping like deadweight and letting you guide him away from the half-button shirt. You use the leverage to guide him back down with puckered lips. He concedes for a moment, but still manages to keep the kiss short and sweet. Ugh.
Youād been deprived of your man all day, and he wants to leave you Sammy-less still? Rude.
āI missed you,ā you say with the most dramatic pout you can muster up.Ā
āI missed you, too,ā he laughs, kissing you quickly between the words. You reach up to cradle the side of his jaw in an attempt to keep him there, rather than let him run off to the bathroom like you know heās planning.
āHow was work?ā you ask as you gently drag your nails along the scruff beginning to grow in.
āIt was work,ā he shrugs. āSherman was being the same shit he always is.ā
āTrouble in paradise?ā
He scoffs out a laugh. āNot sure we ever made it to paradise, sweetheart.ā
āAw, are you and your husband in a fight?ā you tease, stealing another kiss from him as you do.
āYeah, yeah,ā he grunts. āGood day for you?ā
Nodding, you attempt to drag him even closer to you, only for him to stall when his lips brush yours.
āI need to shower,ā he murmurs. He drops one knee onto the bed, still just leaning over you.Ā
āIn a minute,ā you hum.Your fingers slide into the sweat-dried curls at the back of his head. The grunt he lets out is appreciative as much as it is pained.Ā
āIāve been sitting in a hot car all day, baby, cāmon,ā he mumbles. He drops his forehead against yours, snorting slightly. āI know I stink.ā
āIt doesnāt bother me,ā you say before trying to drag him into the deeper kiss youāve been craving. Your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, but he manages to keep his composure long enough to pull back. You can feel the way youāre wearing him down, though. He has to place a hand on your shoulder to force himself back into an upright position. The deep breath he takes has a flicker of pride simmering through you. No matter how long youād been together, you still loved to see the effect you had on him. How easily you get underneath his skin.
Blinking quickly, he seems to shake the ideas right out of his head as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
āIām gonna go shower,ā he says slowly. āAnd you are more than welcome to join me.ā
āI already showered,ā you reply with the same jutted out bottom lip.
āThen stay here and watch your show,ā he says. He undoes the last buttons of his shirt, leaving you to ogle the way his white undershirt clings to his biceps. āIāll be done before you know it, okay?ā
āOkay,ā you say.Ā
āAlright?ā he asks and you canāt help but laugh.
āAlright,ā you drag out and weakly push him away from the bed despite your desperate internal need to paw at him until he crawls under the sheets with you. Itās for the best, anyway. Youād just changed the bedding today after youād gotten home from work.Ā
He backs up towards the ensuite with his gaze still locked on you. Brows raised in suspicion as his fingers make quick work of the button and fly of his uniform pants like he expects you to change your mind and drag him back down to you regardless.Ā
āGo get clean so I can get my hands on you,ā you huff in amusement when Sammy makes an āIām watching youā gesture with his hands. It isnāt until the bathroom door clicks shut that you settle back down into the bed. Your man is home, your sheets are clean, and your show is on. What a perfect end to the day.Ā
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asking titus to buy you something absurdly expensive but only when he's balls-deep inside you. yeah, he'd probably buy it anyway, but there's something so addicting about the way he just nods, eyes glazed, clearly not fully comprehending what you're asking. he's so drunk on how good you feel around him that he can't pay attention to anything else.
until you stop moving and hit him with a coy, "so that's a 'yes'?"
he's irritated you stopped, confused at your question. "huh?"
"you said you'd take me out shopping."
his brow just furrows. he didn't say that, did he? he'd been trying so hard to focus on the way you take him that he can't recall.
but you get that little pout on your lips and sigh dejectedly, something dramatic to catch his attention. "you didn't mean it?" you'd whine. and when he doesn't give you a response, you start to pull away from the fullness of his cock.
titus decides it doesn't matter what he promised. he pulls you back, sinks every thick inch of his dick inside you, and holds you there tight. "no, sweetheart, we can go, s'fine. just don't stop, okay? c'mon..."
he turns into a blathering mess, muttering little pleas, promising to take you wherever you want, to buy you anything you ask for, so long as you don't stop, sweetheart, please. you clench tight around him in a mockery of thanks that actually makes him whimper.
jack abbot fucking your thighs bc youāve been very poorly behaved. he needs to get off, but he doesnāt think you deserve any pleasure from it. legs tied at the ankles and knees, cock slipped between the apex of your thighs, periodically slipping against your slit as you cry into the panties shoved into your mouth.
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I love girl dad Andrew but I'm just so so so fucking soft for and in love with boy dad Andrew. š„¹ You know that man was a teary mess in the best way a half of a nanosecond after hearing his son's first cry. Then hours later when you're finally letting yourself try to get some rest and he's holding his tiny little newborn in just a diaper against his bare chest with a blanket covering them, tears would silently start to wet his cheeks again when you're watching them and murmur "my boys" just loud enough for him to hear right before your eyes flutter closed. And he would never, ever, ever get over you calling them that no matter how much time had passed. š„¹š„¹š„¹š„¹ I'm very soft today.
Him in the hospital with you nervous as fuck please god.
jack abbot worked long hours, too many days, hardly taking time for himself. but he loved the rush of his job, saving people, using his quick thinking skills to solve a problem. even with his SWAT team, he loved the thrill and the rush and being able to call himself a better personā¦ a good person who gives back to those who need.
he didnāt mind working holidays, weekends, even on his birthday he was workingā¦ going despite what his pretty wife at home wants. but he kept his life private, only robby really knowing about you because he had met you more than once when jack had invited him over for dinner.
no one else really knew anything about you, jack liked to keep his life outside of work private. a habit he kept from a life long gone and past him. of course he wore his wedding ring, and sure he got asked the occasional question that he would answer with a murmur, something to switch the subject in another direction.
he liked to keep you to himself, no one else needed to know about his beautiful wife he kept at home, raising their three daughters and son. who was more than likely recruiting the kidsā to help decorate for his birthday that he was of course working.
when he got home in the morning, breakfast from a place a few minutes away from the hospital in his hands, he could hear the muffled giggling of his kids and wife in the other room. you shushed them, and he could practically see your bright eyes and your finger raised to your lips. he could imagine his girls holding their hands over their mouths to stifle their giggles and their son, still a toddler yet, laying his head against you because it was still kinda early but he wanted up with his older sisters anyway.
so when he rounded the corner, he smiled at the sight. his son on your hip, your hand on your eldest daughterās shoulder, and the other two girls ā twins ā running and wrapping themselves around his waist. āhappy birthday daddy!ā they chirped, bright eyed and bushy tailed already today.
your son, collin, was so much like your husband, you didnāt think your genes worked at all when it came to your youngest. but your girls ā julie and janieā held features of your face, some of your personality, but their hair was all from their dad. unruly curls popped out from their heads, auburn in color.
your eldest ā who you lovingly still called rooā with her dark hair and features held the cake in her hands, the candles flickering over her smiling face. āmake a wish!ā she exclaimed, sitting the cake back down on the kitchen table so jack could blow out the candles. it was a splattering of colored icing and lopsided layers. it was obvious that the kids helped you make it, but that made his birthday cake all the more special.
collin whined for his dad to hold him as jack sat at the table, the girls all chittering while waiting for their breakfast that would consist of birthday cake. ādad gets the first piece!ā you told the girls, slicing into the cake and dropping a decently sized piece onto a plate.
the plate clattered softly against the table in front of him, collin perking up at the sight of the cake before him. you bent, pressing a kiss to your husbands mouth.
