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There's Something Wrong with Jack Abbot

Pairing: Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader (mentions of Jack Abbot x Reader, obviously!)

Summary: A new name. A new set of rules. But the same old bad habit of getting attached too quickly to the first person that gives him any sort of affection.

It's been several days since Andrew “Pope” Cody assumed the identity of Jack Abbot after a staged accident. So far, no one has noticed. Not even you, Jack's estranged wife.

Or, well, maybe you just don't want to admit it. That your husband seems different compared to the last time you saw him. That he's more particular than he ever was before. That he's rougher around the edges. You attribute it to the accident that caused slight amnesia. Jack hasn't been the same since.

And you're starting to wonder if that's okay…

Word Count: 12.6k

A/N: I just finished Animal Kingdom so I had to write this. I tried my best to avoid spoiling the show because I think it's worth the watch. You technically don't need to have watched the show to read this. I make some subtle references so people who have watched the show will catch those but this fic can be read without any knowledge of it! Same goes for people who have never watched The Pitt. The only thing that's relevant about that is that Jack is a doctor lmao…that's kind of all I use from his character. Of course, because of the “accident”, Jack isn't currently working at The Pitt so this will be its own divergence from the canon. It's pre-prosthetic as well, since it would be crazy for Pope to cut off his own leg for this bit (though is it really that crazy?). Not like any of this matters. This is fanfiction, after all.

I would warn that this does contain dubious consent because technically you aren't able to fully consent since Pope's pretending to be Jack and there's no telling if you would've consented had you known. I would also consider this a dark romance mainly because you're both lying to the other.

For the full list of warnings, please check the fic on my AO3. Or go in blind. That's up to you!

I'll be honest, this is mostly porn, very little plot. Hope it's a fun read ♡

The first time Pope sees you, he's laying in a hospital bed and you're talking with his nurse outside his door. He has no idea who you are but you must be important to the guy whose identity he's stealing. They wouldn't have let you in the ICU if you weren't on file.

When you enter the room, you shut the door behind you then say, “it's bright in here. Do you want me to shut off some of the lights?”

“Sure.” He would like that, though he doesn't mind either way.

You shut off every light except the ones directly above him. You hover there at the light switch for a little, taking in a deep breath. It's been a long time since you've seen Jack. A few years at least.

He's all cut up from the accident. Four car collision. He's lucky to be alive.

Even if he can't remember anything.

Like why you're not living with him…

“Do you remember me? The nurse said you have amnesia.” You try to be polite about it because you don't want him to feel bad for not remembering.

Pope shakes his head. “I don't even remember where I live.”

“I'll show you once you're discharged.” You tell him. “And I'll stick around until you're back on your feet.”

“Who are you to me?” He asks and he can tell you're nervous about answering.

“I…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I'm your wife.”

“Oh.” In the few weeks Pope scouted Jack Abbot, he never heard him mention a wife. He isn't wearing a ring right now.

Neither are you.

“You're not wearing a ring.” He points out.

You pull on the chain around your neck, showing him the ring that dangles at the end. “I don't wear it on my finger.”

“Why?” His question makes you more anxious.

“It's not important.” You lie because you don't want him to remember if he doesn't need to. “I'm here now.”

“Did I do something to you?” Pope doesn't like the way you look at him. It's not with fear. It's like anguish…

You shake your head. “It's nothing you did. It's complicated. We're not living together.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No.” You reply quicker than you should've. Because that's the truth.

“Am I hard to live with?” He needs to know more about the man whose life he's taking over.

“You were never home.” You hate how bitter you sound.

“I'm sorry.” That's all Pope can say.

You sit down next to him in bed, reaching out to touch his face. “Don't say sorry for something you can't remember.”

It startles you when he leans into your touch. Jack has never been all that affectionate. Not like this, at least.

Pope kisses your palm. “Your hand is soft.”

You should pull away. But you don't. He notices the way you don't stop him from kissing down to your wrist.

Your heart is hammering in your chest for some reason. That's when you pull away, when you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I-I have to go pack some things. I'll come back when you're discharged.” You get up then and leave without saying another word.

When you're in your car, you grip onto the steering wheel, your heart still racing.

What was that?

Jack has never looked at you like that before. With desire in his eyes.

You shake it off. Maybe it's because he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't have any recollection of the fights the two of you have had. He has no bad memories of you.

Pope only sees you as a beautiful woman who happens to be his wife. He didn't think you'd touch him so easily. He was surprised that you let him kiss your hand.

Will you let him do more than that?

He'll get the answer to that question when you're walking with him out of the hospital. He has a broken rib and some scrapes but other than that, he's fine.

“Did talking to the doctor help you remember anything?” You ask him when you get to your car.

“I can drive.” He tells you, putting his hand out for the keys.

“It's alright.” You unlock the car yourself. “You should rest.”

Pope feels strange being the passenger but he can't refute so he sits down. You start the car and then ask him again, “do you remember anything?”

He shakes his head. “I remember how to do things like drive but not memories.”

“What about work?” That would be important for him to remember. You don't know what'll happen if he can't remember how to do medical work.

“They told me I'm a doctor. I don't remember anything about that.” Which is the truth, because Pope is definitely not a doctor…

“Maybe you will with time.” You try to be optimistic.

Too bad he knows that will never happen. He won't remember his work or anything about you. He has to learn it all fresh.

“Will you tell me why we don't live together?” Pope turns to look at you.

You feel a little flushed at how he's staring at you, like he's demanding to know with just his gaze. “Um…well…”

“Did I cheat on you?” He would feel less bad about killing Jack if that was the case.

“No, no.” You shake your head. “Nothing like that.”

“Then do you not like me?” He understands if you don't.

“I love you.” You tell him, even though it hurts to. “I will always love you, Jack.”

Jack. Pope wishes you hadn't said his name. At least then, he could pretend you were talking to him. And not the man you see him as.

“Do I love you?” His question breaks your heart.

“I don't know.” You say with a shrug. “You let me move out. You didn't…ask me to stay.”

“Did you want to stay?” Everything he's asking pains you for some reason.

They're innocent questions but they probe you in such an uncomfortable way. Because you're forced to admit the things you've only kept to yourself.

“Of course.” You're honest with him. “I love our little apartment.”

You park in the underground lot and get out of the car. Pope follows your lead as you walk over to the elevator. You tap a keycard against the panel and then push the floor number.

“Oh, I forgot.” You open your bag and pull out a torn up wallet. It barely survived the crash. “They gave me your wallet. Your keycard should be in there. We live on the fifth floor. I mean, you do.”

Pope takes the wallet from you, opening it. He sees Jack's ID. The address is this building. Apartment 5H. It's creepy how similar Jack looks to him. Like they could be twins.

But he only has one twin. Julia.

It's been years since she overdosed. A part of him feels empty without her. Maybe that's why he moved across the country, to get away from Oceanside and to try somewhere new. It was only a coincidence that he found Jack, a perfect identity swap.

“Here we are.” You tell him when you get to the front door of 5H.

You insert the keycard and then input the code. You're surprised that Jack is still using your birthday as the code. You let him know what the code is, since you doubt he remembers.

“Is that a special day for me?” Pope wonders because the date is coming up in a few months.

“Ah, it's my birthday.” You feel sad that he can't remember. Even though Jack always missed it because of work…

“What do we usually do for your birthday?”

You shrug. “We haven't done anything for it in years. We used to go to a nice restaurant.”

“Why don't we do that anymore?” He sees the way you tense up.

And then you lash out, “it's not my fault you didn't want to.”

You catch yourself, cursing under your breath. You feel so bad for snapping like that.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…” You turn around to look at him and your breath catches in your throat at how close he is to you. He's right in front of you, clenching his fists at his sides.

“I didn't want to celebrate your birthday?” He sounds shocked.

It's strange for you to hear Jack sound so remorseful. “You never took the time off. You were always working…”

“I see why you left me.” Pope doesn't blame you at all.

“I didn't leave you. I just…I wanted to see if you'd miss me. But you never told me to come home so I didn't.” That's the whole truth.

If Jack had said anything, you would've moved back immediately. But he never did. He never sent divorce papers either. It was like the two of you were at a complete standstill. Neither of you wanted to end things but he didn't make the effort to continue them and you were tired of doing the work.

“Will you stay?” Pope doesn't want to be left in this apartment alone. He doesn't know anything about it.

Your heart squeezes hearing him say those words. The words you always wanted him to say. But he doesn't remember anything so…it feels empty, almost. Or different than what you were hoping for.

“I will. Hopefully you regain your memory soon.” You glance over at the couch. “I'm going to go wash up. I'll throw your sheets in the machine while I'm in there.”

Pope steps through the apartment then, looking around. There's only one bedroom. One bed. He turns back to see you eyeing the couch.

“I'll sleep here.” He points to it.

“No, you're injured. You should sleep in bed. I'll sleep here.” It pulls out into a small bed. Not that he would remember.

Maybe that's why you don't tell him when he says to you, “it's uncomfortable to sleep on a couch. We can share the bed.”

You should say no. You really should. But you miss not sleeping alone. Even if Jack never held you. You just liked having someone warm next to you.

“If that's okay with you.” You don't want him to feel obligated to.

You're technically a stranger right now…

He nods. “I'll get the sheets.”

You set your bag down and then sift through the luggage you brought, pulling some clothes out to bring into the bathroom with you. There was a time where you wouldn't mind strolling through the apartment naked to grab your clothes from the bedroom closet but…it feels weird to do that now. Jack hasn't seen you naked in years.

Pope has never seen you naked before. He can tell you're shy, clutching your clothes to your chest to hide your underwear from his sight. He follows you into the bathroom since the washing machine is in there. You set your clothes on a rack nearby. You wait for him to load the washing machine and leave before you strip down and throw your clothes into the hamper beside the machine. It's been a long time since you've showered here.

Jack kept your soaps under the sink. He never threw them away. Maybe he thought you were going to come back one day. Maybe he just didn't want to waste them. Either way, you're glad you have a piece of yourself still here.

When you're all washed up, Pope goes into the bathroom. The washing machine finishes while he's in there, so he moves the sheets to the dryer before showering. His chest aches from the broken rib. He takes his time examining his wounds in the mirror. It's foggy from your shower. You must like your showers hot.

It smells nice in here. He picks up your soap and sniffs it. That's what you smell like. He likes it a lot.

Thankfully, him and Jack have similar builds. Albeit, Pope fills in the shirts a bit more, since he is constantly working out. This building must have a gym.

He asks you about that after he puts the sheets on the bed. You're standing in the kitchen, sifting through the cabinets. “Is there a gym in this building?”

“Yeah, there is.” You have no idea why he's asking you that. Maybe Jack started working out again when you left. It certainly looks like it from the way his shirt is draped over his muscles.

“Would you show me where later?” Pope wants to know there's a place he can take out the bubbling frustration that's building inside of him. He has to be able to release it, or he might hurt himself. Or you.

“Of course.” You place some takeout menus on the counter in front of him. “What sounds good for dinner?”

“You pick.” He gestures for you to choose.

“You used to always say that but then you would be disappointed in what I picked.” You don't like making choices for that reason. Jack always deferred to you but was never happy with it.

“I won't be. I promise.” Pope wouldn't do that to you. He's fine with eating anything.

“Okay.” You pick one of the Chinese restaurants nearby. “Are you alright with walking with me to pick it up? I can show you where the gym is on the way.”

Pope nods and you smile at him lightly before dialing the number on the menu and ordering over the phone. He likes your smile. It's timid but cute.

“It should be ready in 20.” You go back to your luggage to grab a hoodie to throw on so you can go out, since it's chilly outside. “Do you want to pick up some beer at the corner store too?”

“Sure.” Pope meets you at the door, putting on his shoes.

“You're going to be cold in just a shirt.” You notice how he's about to leave the apartment without a jacket. “You can grab one in here.”

You open the small closet by the door, which has Jack's shoes and coats in it. Pope picks one and pulls it on. He doesn't mind the cold since he's so used to the heat of California. It's a nice change.

The gym is on the second floor of the building. There's a pool too. Pope probably won't use it. Too many bad memories.

“You just tap your card on the machines to turn them on.” You show him. “Is there anything else you want me to show you?”

He can't think of anything so he shakes his head.

You walk with him to the corner store, picking up some drinks. You notice he picks a Mexican beer you've never seen him drink before. He must've developed a new liking since you've been gone.

The Chinese restaurant is only a block away and the food is freshly done when you two get there. Pope takes the bags, carrying them for you. You tell him you can hold the drinks but he says that you have to open the door so you'll need free hands.

It's not necessarily bad but you and Jack used to do everything equally. So, him taking over completely is also new for you. You didn't mind splitting equally since he worked so much but you do wish sometimes he'd spoil you more. He never really has. Too busy to do so.

Another thing that's different is that Jack never used to eat so much. He was used to smaller, quick meals since he barely had time to eat during working hours. So, you watching him devour food is…strange. You should've ordered more because you were thinking there would be leftovers.

Maybe Jack has just gained a bigger appetite since you've been gone.

That's what you're telling yourself. But there's this weird feeling in your gut that you can't shake off. That there's something very different about the man in front of you at the dinner table.

You will need to read up more about amnesia. It would make sense for him to be a bit off since he doesn't remember much. He knows how to wash the dishes, though. And how to clean the kitchen and dining table.

“You don't have to do that now.” You feel bad that he went from eating straight into cleaning.

“I don't mind. It's dusty in here.” Pope will need some time to deep clean the apartment. Probably when you're not here. “When do you work?”

“I usually start at 9. It's nearby.”

“What do you do for work?” He doesn't know.

You feel a bit nervous telling him because Jack never liked your job. It was too unstable, he'd say.

“I'm the social media manager for a small start up.” You handle all of the online posts, paying influencers, etc.

“That's cool.” Pope isn't very well-versed in the new age stuff but he knows people are always on their phones so it makes sense to have managers for that.

You're unsure how to feel about his reaction. When his memory comes back, he'll surely think differently.

Maybe you don't want it to come back…

You shake off that thought. That would be cruel. You can't keep him in the dark. You should tell him about the couch bed.

You should but then he goes, “it's getting late. You should sleep so you're not tired for work.”

“Right.” You head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Pope follows you and sifts through the cabinets, looking for another toothbrush. He doesn't want to have to use Jack's. He notices there's a few pregnancy tests under the sink, unused.

Were the two of you trying?

“What are you looking for?” You ask after you've finished rinsing your mouth.

“New toothbrush.”

“We keep that stuff over here.” You gesture to the shelves above the washing machine.

Pope sees the new toothbrushes right away and grabs one. He brushes his teeth while you wash your face and when you're done, he rinses his mouth. It's oddly domestic. You haven't had this kind of rhythm with Jack in a long time.

Nor have you shared a bed with him in a long time.

So, when you lay down and Pope lays close to you, your heart starts to pound in your chest. You're ill prepared for his hand to slip over your stomach, pulling you closer so your back is up against his chest. You can hear him breathing, the warmth of it tickling your ear.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, sending shivers through you.

You bite your lip, not sure how to respond. Because you like this, a lot. More than you know you should because once Jack remembers everything, he won't hold you like this.

So, until he does, you're going to enjoy being close to him.

That's why you flip around and kiss him. You grab him by his shirt, pulling him against you. You just want to feel him. You missed the way his body felt against yours.

“Sorry.” You breathe out against his lips. “I shouldn't have—”

Pope cups your face and pulls you back in for another kiss. You melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his hair. The moment his tongue slips into your mouth, you nearly moan at the feeling.

Have you really been this touch-starved? It seems like it…

He goes to take off his shirt but doesn't let your lips leave his, only parting to pull off the fabric. You lift your arms up so he can tug yours off too and he realizes you aren't wearing a bra. Your bare chest is pressed up against his and he starts to kiss down your neck until he reaches your collarbone. He takes a bite of your skin right there, marking you.

That shocks you because Jack's never done that before. But you don't care because it feels amazing.

“You're beautiful.” Pope tells you, his eyes looking you up and down. He can't believe you're his wife.

You are his wife. That much he has decided. He won't let you leave him. He won't be a fool like Jack.

“Should we be doing this?” You regret asking when his tongue swirls over one of your nipples, making you moan. “Oh god.”

“You're my wife.” His hand slips down into your pants, his fingers grazing over the fabric of your underwear. “And you're soaked. You want me to touch you.”

“I do.” You feel his fingers move your underwear aside. You grab a hold of his shoulders when he thrusts a finger inside of you. You haven't felt him touch you like this in years. It feels so good, it's scary.

“Then close your eyes and just let me.” He instructs and you listen, closing your eyes.

You squeeze them shut tighter when you feel him start to kiss down your body, placing warm kisses along your stomach before his fingers hook into your waistband and tug your bottoms off completely, leaving you completely bare. Your hand finds its way into his hair as he continues trailing down, his lips kissing lower and lower until you can feel his breath on your clit.

“Did I do this for you before?” He asks right before his tongue darts out, flicking your clit.

“Sometimes.” You craved it constantly but you felt needy asking for it so you never did.

“Do you like it?” He licks small circles around your clit, feeling how firm it's getting.

“Yes.” You confess. “I like it a lot.”

That's all Pope needs to hear. He spends the next few minutes watching how you react to his tongue. He's methodical, wanting to see what makes you react the most.

Everything feels good for you. Just him being between your legs like this makes you happy. So, when he suddenly starts playing with your clit exactly the way you like, you cum way too fast and way too hard. You can't help the way your hips grind against his face, begging for more. And he delivers, continuing to eat you out until you cum on his tongue again.

Your whole body is hot to the touch. You don't want him to stop but you're worried you'll want too much if he keeps going. You won't want this to end if he keeps going.

“You don't have to—” You're squirming when he slides a finger inside of you as he sucks on your clit. He thrusts in and out, trying to find where you'll tense up, when you pant out, “right there, touch me right there, please don't stop.”

You arch your back when his finger curls against that spot inside that you can never reach. You cum so hard that you must be milking his finger from how tight you got. Pope slides two more fingers inside of you then, stretching you out. You cry out at the feeling, the pressure intense but euphoric too.

“I want you.” You tell him, tugging at him to come up. “Please, I need you right now.”

Pope kicks off his pants, letting you see his cock. Maybe it's because it's dark in the bedroom or because you haven't had sex with him in a while, but his cock looks different. Thicker than you remember.

You feel the difference when the tip of his cock pushes inside of you. It's like he's prying you open.

“You're okay.” Pope guides you to relax. “Just focus on me.”

You nod, reaching up to touch his face. He leans down to kiss you and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. His cock thrusts deeper than before and you moan against his lips. It's splitting you in two.

“You're so…” You can't even finish your sentence because he forces more of himself inside of you, filling you to the very brim.

“Can I cum inside of you?” He asks because he remembers those pregnancy tests he saw. “Were we trying?”

You nod. “We were so you can.”

His gaze shifts down to your stomach and he lays his hand there, pushing down, making you wriggle a bit at the added pressure. “You want to have a baby with me?”

“Yes.” You won't tell him that the reason you and Jack have a strained relationship is because…he's infertile. It made him feel inferior and that's why the two of you kept having issues. You didn't care that he was but he did.

So, for now, you won't say anything. You'll let him enjoy the idea of getting you pregnant, even if he can't.

Even though, Pope isn't Jack…meaning you might be in for a surprise there.

“You need to cum more then.” He says, pulling out of you. “Flip over.”

You flip onto your stomach and Pope lifts your hips, lining his cock back up. When he sinks back into you, you bite your pillow, your eyes rolling back when he hilts. He starts with slow strokes, making you ache for more.

“Please fuck me.” You can't handle how gentle he's being.

“Let me savor you for a little longer.” He tells you, continuing his agonizingly slow thrusts. You've never felt so on edge before.

“I can't wait anymore, please.” You cry out when he thrusts deeper in response. “Thank you.”

“Don't thank me yet.” He grinds his cock upwards, hitting a new spot that makes your legs weak. “You have to cum a lot for me first.”

Pope grabs your hips and without warning, he pounds into you with no mercy. You're screaming into your pillow at how quickly you unravel, cumming hard enough to squirt. You feel it drip down your legs. You feel faint from how intense that was and it's not even over.

He keeps fucking you until your legs give out and even then, he just lays on top of you, slamming his cock into you, crushing you. You feel tension coiling in your lower stomach. You know your next orgasm is going to be big.

“Don't cum until I do.” Pope read somewhere that it helps with conception if you cum while he does. “Hold it.”

Tears build up in your eyes because stopping yourself from cumming is harder than you thought it would be. It doesn't help that he keeps ramming into you like he's just using your pussy for relief.

You're tightening around his cock so much that Pope is sure he won't last much longer. He knows you're desperate to cum. He needs to keep you there, so that when you do cum, it's because you feel him spilling inside of you. He wants you to get used to cumming from the feeling of his release.

That way, you'll surely get pregnant.

“Please let me cum.” You beg because it's getting too difficult to hold in. “Please, I can't—”

“Yes you can.” He doesn't let you cum. He loves the way you're convulsing beneath him in anticipation. “Almost there. Just a little longer.”

The moment you feel his hot release fill you up, you cum so hard that your whole body is shaking. You can feel how drenched the sheets beneath you are, a mixture of his cum and yours. And it won't stop. He's still pounding into you, still cumming inside of you.

You don't know how many more times you cum after that. The feeling of him pulling out of you leaves you hollow inside. You feel his cum dripping out of you, its warmth dizzying your mind.

“You're spilling it.” Pope dips his fingers into your pussy and you tense up around him. “You have to keep it inside of you if you want to get pregnant.”

“I'm going to cum again if you keep touching me.” That seems to encourage him because he starts looking for that spot again and when you're shaking all over once more, he knows he has found it.

Pope watches you cum over and over again on his fingers. He likes how worn out you look. How hot your skin is. How breathless you are.

“One more time and then we're done.” He tells you and you're thinking he means making you cum with his fingers but he flips you onto your back and you instantly feel his cock slam inside of you.

You don't know how he's already this hard again. You grab onto his shoulders, grinding your hips against his, not caring anymore how depraved you look. You want to cum on his cock again. You want him to cum inside of you. You want more and more.

“You're my wife.” He says in such a soft tone. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”

You pull him down to kiss you, wanting to feel his lips on yours when you cum again. You're so overstimulated but you can't get enough of him. You don't want this moment to end.

“I love you.” You tell him with every piece of your heart. “I love you so much.”

Pope is thankful you don't say Jack's name. Because he can pretend you're saying it to him. And not your dead husband, who you'll never see again.

“I love you too.” He says back with a smile. “Now cum for me.”

You do as he says the moment you feel him cum inside of you. It's easy to cum from that feeling now. He has practically drilled it into you.

You both lay there afterwards, just kissing. You like how hungrily he kisses you, like it might be the last time he ever gets a taste of your lips. You do that until he's soft and slips out of you. Then, he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom.

Pope hops in the shower with you, rinsing you both off. You let him wash you, your body weak from having that many orgasms in a row. You lean your head against his chest, breathing in his smell. He smells a little different. Like Jack's soaps but with an alternative layer underneath. You can't pinpoint what that is. But you like it a lot.

He dries you off with a towel then steps out to change the sheets so you can use the bathroom. Even though he can't remember being a doctor, he does still remember safe sex practices. Can't risk getting a UTI.

You're so tired that you climb into bed naked. Pope pulls on a shirt and underwear then he comes over to help you put some clothes on so you can sleep comfortably.

“Thank you.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Good night.”

“Good night.” He resumes the position he had originally, spooning you.

You fall asleep, wondering why he's holding onto you so tightly. He has never done that before…

It took Pope a few days of cleaning to find where Jack put his wedding ring. He debates for a while whether he should put it on but then decides to. He's happy it fits, albeit a little tight. It'll loosen with time, he figures.

You notice the ring when you get home. You also have been noticing how clean and well organized the apartment is. Almost too organized. Everything is perfectly stacked and arranged by color or shape.

You just assume Jack must've been bored in his free time. He's currently on medical leave since the accident. He will likely remain on leave until his memory returns. You don't know what the process is if it never comes back.

Do they make him redo med school?

That would suck but it might just be what has to happen.

“Should I start wearing mine again?” You ask him.

“If you want to.” Pope can't force you to. Even if he wants you to.

You walk up to him and turn around, “will you help me?”

He unclasps your necklace and pulls the ring off. You put your hand out, letting Pope slip the ring on for you. Then, he kisses it. You hold back how giddy that makes you.

“Did you have a good day at work?” He asks you, which is nice because Jack never really cared before, since he didn't like your job.

“It was good. We got some new investors.” You knew getting those ads during sports games would help. “So, lots of new funding to work with.”

Pope has to stop himself from asking about it. He's trying to rid himself of the habit of trying to find the next job to do. He can't really break into the startup you work at. It would be too close to home.

He does want to plan a job, though.

Something easy and small because he hasn't been able to get into Jack's bank information yet. The bank wants to wait a while longer to see if his memory comes back before releasing anything. He'll need money eventually. He doesn't like bothering you, even though you gave him access to the joint account.

It has been routine for Pope to kiss you when you get home so you wait for it. He likes that you anticipate it, smiling against your lips when he finally kisses you. There are other things that have also become routine. Like the sex.

You and Pope have been having a lot of sex. More than you have ever had with Jack, at least in a short span of time like this. There's an added passion that you hadn't felt with Jack before. You blame it on the amnesia but…you can't help but wonder if the accident changed more than just his memories.

He's more attentive to you now. He asks about your day. He brought you flowers yesterday. He tells you he misses you.

You feel like you're deceiving him. Maybe because you sort of are.

You should tell him about the infertility but it might stop him from wanting to have sex with you. That's what happened before. That's what killed your relationship.

But you can't keep being greedy…

“Jack, I have to tell you something." You decide it's time when you two are laying in bed and he's kissing your neck.

“Tell me what?” His breath tickles your skin, which makes your heart ache.

You push him off of you. Pope doesn't like that. He's confused. You look…scared.

“Did I do something wrong?" He goes through everything he has done up until now.

Did you not like the flowers? Did he clean too much? Are you bothered by how much he wants you?

“No, it's not you. It's…” You sigh. “I've been hiding something from you.”

You hate how his expression drops. You hate yourself for keeping this from him.

Pope can't be too upset that you are hiding something from him. He's hiding something big from you. Something he'll never tell you.

“We can't have kids.” You finally say it.

“What?” Pope is very confused now.

Do you not want to have kids with him? Even though you and him have been having unprotected sex these last few days…

“I'm sorry.” You cup his face with your hands, trying to comfort him. “We went a few years ago to do some testing and they said that you're infertile. So, we can't have kids.”

You remember when this happened, Jack said to you that he couldn't have kids, but you could. His tone was both envious and resentful. It hurt you so much to hear him talk to you like that.

“That's okay.” Pope is unsure if that fact remains true for him personally but he can see why you kept it from him. “We don't have to.”

“You're not mad at me?” You were expecting him to blow up in your face.

“No.” He never thought anyone would want a kid with him. But you do. And that's enough for him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You could cry. “I was scared that you wouldn't want to touch me anymore…”

“Is that what happened before?” Pope doesn't like that you nod. He's rationalizing killing Jack more and more everyday. Even when he definitely shouldn't…

“You were frustrated because we had been trying for so long but nothing changed. Sex became kind of…tedious for you, I guess.” You try not to think about how passionless it felt after a while.

The sex you used to have is nothing like the sex you're having now. You feel a bit guilty that you like him without his memories way more than you did before.

“How could it be tedious to hold my wife?” He can't wrap his head around that.

It is a privilege, in Pope's mind, to be loved genuinely. He can see how much you love him. Sometimes it bothers him that when you look at him, you don't see him. You see the man he killed. But he sets that aside to be with you. This is the only way you'd ever choose him.

“I think I…” You shake your head. You shouldn't say this out loud. “Never mind.”

“You can tell me.” He doesn't want you to keep hiding things from him.

You slump a little. “I was acting too needy. You were always so tired and I felt like a bother for wanting to do more than just sex…”

“That'll change.” Pope will make sure of it. “I'll never be too tired for you.”

“Don't push yourself.” You're still worried about his broken rib. “You need to heal. Maybe we should take a break tonight.”

“What if I don't want to?” He'll respect your wishes but he's been wanting to touch you all day… “Is that okay?”

“Do you really like touching me?” You're unsure why you ask. You might just need reassurance after being so used to rejection.

“I do.” He loves how you look when you feel good. “I want to touch my wife.”

You've noticed he calls you his wife a lot. Like he's proud to be your husband. You find it cute.

“I want to touch you too.” You press your lips against his then breathe out, “I love having sex with you.”

You're a bit shy to admit it but you have enjoyed it a lot. Though, that could be because Pope doesn't stop after one round. He always manages to go another after making you cum a few times in between.

“Will you move back here?” He doesn't want you to keep living out of a suitcase forever. “So we can have sex everyday?”

You chuckle. “I don't think that's realistic.”

“Why not?” He pulls you over to straddle his lap, sitting up in bed.

You can feel how hard he is through his sweats since you're not wearing any underwear. It seems wasteful to when he's just going to pull them off anyways.

“I'll move back but don't force yourself. I'm happy just being held by you again.” You snuggle your face against the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of his freshly washed skin. “I'm glad we can be this close again.”

Pope grabs your chin and lifts it so you're looking at him when he says, “I want to fuck you until you're pregnant with my child.”

“That might not happen.” You bite your lip to stop yourself from sighing.

“Doesn't matter. I'm still going to try.” He leans in to kiss you and you love the way he grinds his hips up to tease you.

You crave him now. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you. You feel empty without it.

“I want you already.” You want him to slide in right now.

Pope shakes his head. “Not yet. You're not ready.”

“I'm ready.” You're very wet. You have been thinking about him all day…

“Show me then.” He tells you and your face heats.

“How?”

“I want to see how many fingers you can fit inside of you.” He takes your hand and brings it between your legs. “Show me you're ready to take my cock.”

You've never done this before. The thrill of it makes the butterflies in your stomach bounce around. You lean back, so he can see more clearly. Then, you slip a finger inside. It doesn't feel like anything, not after you've been fucked by his fingers and his cock these last few days. So you add another, then another. You're a bit tighter now with three fingers inside of you. Again, they don't compare to when he does it.

“Is that all you can take?” Pope lays his hand on top of yours, pushing your fingers further into you. “I think you can take more.”

You're not prepared for him to slide one of his fingers inside of you while yours are still there. It's a much tighter fit now. Especially when he adds another finger. You go to move yours out but he grabs your wrist with his free hand, holding you there.

“I want to feel you cum like this.” He demands as his fingers thrust deeper inside of you than yours can. “So you know how your pussy feels after you cum.”

Pope curls his fingers and you tense up when he rubs that spot inside of you that makes you feel faint. Your fingers unconsciously move too. You want to cum already, the orgasm building quicker than you thought it would.

“Almost there.” He tells you're close because your hips are grinding against his fingers. “You can do it. Cum for me.”

You had no clue how much your pussy tightens up after you cum. You can feel how it squeezes your fingers the moment you do, making it difficult to move them.

Difficult for you, but not for Pope.

He pulls your fingers out so he has free reign to finger you through your orgasm relentlessly. You're already getting close to another one. But you don't want just his fingers.

You pull yourself more forward on his lap so you can feel his cock beneath you. He catches how greedy you're being.

“Do you want me inside of you that much?” He asks as he stretches you out with his fingers, making you bite back a whimper.

“Yes, please.” You beg because you can't wait anymore.

“Alright then.” He pulls his fingers out of you then has you watch him lick them clean. “Take what you want.”

Pope kicks off his pants and then pulls off his shirt, letting you see him completely naked. You pull off your shirt as well because it's getting way too hot in here to have clothes on. You line yourself up above his cock and then slowly sink down. You use his shoulders for leverage as you start to ride him, moving up and down at a pace that sends shockwaves through you.

You nearly cum when he leans forward to suck and bite your nipples, playing with your chest when you fuck him. The dual stimulation is unlike anything you've felt before. You and Jack have never done anything like this before. He's never been rough with you.

Not the way Pope has been slowly working you towards. He marks your skin with love bites. He nibbles on your sensitive nipples until they're hard enough for him to swirl his tongue around. He pinches your clit with his fingers as you ride him, launching you straight into an orgasm.

You glance over to the mirror in the bedroom, which gives you a very clear side view of how you're bouncing on top of him. That alone makes you cum again and you watch yourself cum. Pope sees you staring at the reflection of the two of you, your eyes glazed over from how hard you just came.

So, he lifts you off of him and then picks you up, dragging you right over to the mirror. He places your hands on the sides of the full length mirror and then points at it.

“Look carefully.” Pope says, dipping his hand between your legs to spread your pussy for you to see. “Look at how wet you are.”

You can see how you're dripping between your legs, your clit practically twitching, aching to be touched. Then you watch as his cock rams into you, filling you up completely from behind. You gasp when you see yourself squirt right onto the mirror. It happens again when he pulls all the way out and thrusts entirely back inside.

“Do you like watching yourself cum?” He asks right into your ear.

“Yes.” You grip the mirror harder for balance. “Make me cum again. I want to see it.”

Pope grabs your hips and starts fucking you at a pace you've never felt before. It's rough and the sounds are incredibly erotic. Skin on skin, his cock slamming into you without a care. You look in the mirror, at the way he's staring at you, his gaze so intense.

You watch his lips curve into a smile when you cum so hard, you squirt on the mirror again. Seeing yourself cum like this is humiliating and yet you don't want it to end. You love how much he's pushing you to your very limits.

“You're making such a mess.” He shoves you closer to the mirror, so you can see what you've done. “Are you going to clean it up?”

You feel his hand pressing down on your back. You slide your hands down, shifting your upper body until you're bent forward. Your face is hovering right over where you came.

“Go on, clean it up.” He gestures to the mirror.

You don't know what he's expecting you to do.

Not until he says, “you need to learn how good you taste.”

Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears when you glide your tongue along the slick you've spilled on the mirror. You moan as Pope starts fucking you again. You don't even register what you taste like. You just lap it up because you can see how heated it makes him. You want him to keep looking at you like that.

“Tell me when you're close.” He instructs. “Don't cum until I tell you to.”

You definitely feel like you're almost there. So when you know you won't be able to hold it in any longer, you tell him, “I need to cum.”

Right at that moment, Pope hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you up, spreading you wide in front of the mirror. You watch the way his cock rams up into you over and over again, this position forcing him so deep inside of you because you keep sinking down onto him. The way his cock slides all the way out of you, letting you really see how big he is, then slams back inside of you makes you convulse uncontrollably.

You can't stop yourself from screaming when your orgasm hits and you squirt with every thrust of his cock. “I can't stop cumming!”

“Don't stop.” He tells you, his eyes glued to your reflection, to the way he's fucking you so ruthlessly that you're cumming past your limits.

The floor is soaked beneath Pope. You were like a fountain as he fucked you. You still are because he's not finished yet.

“I can't—” You keep cumming so hard that your vision is getting blurry. “I'm going to—”

Pope tosses you onto the edge of the bed and then buries himself inside of you, bringing your knees up to your chest. He makes you hold onto them so he can grab your hips and pound into you while he's looking you right in the eyes.

“Say you love me.” He won't cum until you do.

“I love you.” You say without any hesitation.

Your eyes roll back into your head when you feel him release everything inside of you, warmth pumping into you in waves. You cum from him filling you to the very brim.

“You're going to get pregnant.” Pope tells you with such determination in his voice. “There won't be a day that goes by that you aren't filled with my cum.”

That's a crazy thing to say. Having this kind of intense sex everyday can't possibly be doable. And yet, you're aching for more.

You pull him down to kiss you, needing to feel his lips on yours. You sigh against them and say, “promise?”

“I promise.” He lays down and wraps his arms around you, kissing you deeper than before. “I love you, my beautiful wife.”

You feel the creep of need inching up. You want this to last forever. You want this passion from him forever.

So, you make sure that you will not be getting pregnant, not even by some miracle. You get back on the pill and you leave it at work so he doesn't know.

It's better this way.

It's been three months since the accident. Pope has finally gained access to Jack's bank details since the doctors have not seen any progress with his memory loss. There's more money than Pope had originally thought. Makes sense though, since Jack was a workaholic.

He has been slowly withdrawing small amounts of cash every so often, putting it aside in a go bag just in case. He doesn't want to leave but there is always a chance you will figure out that he's deceiving you. Or he'll end up telling you the truth one day and he needs to be prepared for that to ruin everything.

The guilt is getting to him. You seem so in love with him that it's starting to hurt. You are so easy to love, too. You enjoy everything Pope does for you. He doesn't understand how Jack could mess this up.

You're lovelier every single day.

You have officially moved back in. He likes the smell of your clothes in the closet. It muffles the smell of Jack's clothes, a smell that still hasn't gone away even after several wash cycles. You no longer have that other apartment.

You're back home now.

The two of you have a routine going. Pope wakes up early, like he always does, and makes breakfast. You eat it whenever you wake up then get ready for work. There's always a kiss goodbye before you leave for the day. While you're at work, Pope goes to the gym and then researches possible places to hit that are on the outskirts of the city. If he can do it, he'll finish a job that day too. He is smart enough not to rob anywhere near home.

While he's out, he runs errands and picks up groceries and maybe a little surprise for you. He likes how happy you look whenever he gives you something. By the time he's home, he cleans up and reorganizes until you're home. Then, the two of you have dinner, wash up and have sex before falling asleep. There hasn't been a day that this routine has been broken, other than the weekends where you're off work so the two of you go out together. Pope enjoys your dates. He has learned so much about you.

But, it has been three months and still, you're not pregnant. There was always a chance Pope could also be infertile like Jack but he never really thought he would be. He has done plenty of research and the two of you have had plenty of unprotected sex. So, he's always surprised when you tell him you've gotten your period.

He doesn't like the look on your face when you tell him. It's the few times you'll look at him with fear in your eyes. You're scared he's going to get frustrated with you so he has to reassure you that he won't. There's nothing you could do that would make him angry.

Pope doesn't let his anger out. He punches it off at the gym. He's thankful no one uses it. He can be there for hours, punching away at the bag in the corner, letting out anything that's pent up inside of him. He has a lot pent up inside of him. He can't burn it off with just sex, unfortunately.

As for you, you have been torn about the birth control pills. You stare at them when you're at work, wondering if this will be the month you stop taking them. You should just stop taking them because Jack is infertile so there's no way you'd get pregnant anyways. But you have this strange inkling that the moment you're off of them, you'll get pregnant.

It's a ridiculous thought but…you listen to your gut. Because there is something different about Jack. More than just something. A lot of things. You're worried the accident has knocked a few screws loose in his head. The receptionist at your apartment building told you that he spends hours at the gym, just hitting the punching bag. You figure it's harmless. He must be bored since he's jobless for a bit.

You've been helping him figure out the steps to relearn medicine. Thankfully, it's not like he has to redo everything. There are re-entry programs for doctors who have not practiced in a while. They are several years long but still shorter than going fully back to school. The board has suspended his license indefinitely but he can test to unsuspend it once he has enough schooling and can demonstrate that he has regained enough knowledge to practice again.

Pope was a bit hesitant, at first, over the idea of becoming a doctor. He was never very good at school. But then, you tell him something that sparks his interest.

“You know, you don't have to go back to emergency medicine.” You casually talk about it over dinner. “Maybe you can consider other fields. It would help our future kid if you went into pediatrics.”

He laughs inside at the idea of him as a pediatrician but…Pope isn't Pope. He's Jack Abbot and Jack Abbot can be whatever doctor he wants to be. So, he decides he will start the re-entry program.

It makes you happy when he tells you his plans. You help him apply for disability, so he doesn't go without pay while he studies. You, of course, will help out since you're working and your job is currently more stable now that investors have been coming in droves.

“What exactly does your startup do?” Pope is curious because he has never asked. You don't like talking about work with him. It's one of the topics that sparks that fear in your eyes, so he had avoided it but he does want to know.

The two of you are having a lazy Saturday. You're laying in bed with him, snuggled against his bare chest. Neither of you are dressed and neither of you want to leave the apartment.

You lean into him, feeling more comfortable talking to him about work. “It's a biotech startup. The founders are these geniuses who create these products that “will revolutionize the modern world”.”

“Like what?” Pope starts to kiss down your neck and you know where this is going.

You keep talking as he moves down your body, “we recently sold this machine that can turn any solid pill into a drinkable packet. Imagine a ketchup packet but it's medicine.”

“Mmm.” He nods against your thigh, his lips trailing down. “Imagine dipping your fries in your Xanax.”

You laugh way too hard at that. Then your breath stops in your throat when his tongue drags up along your folds. You slip your hand into his hair, gripping onto it as he swirls your clit with those methodical circles of his. He knows exactly how you like it.

That's why he knows how to tease you to get you wriggling with need. “Please, let me cum.”

“Tell me more about work.” He wants you to talk while he does this.

“Seriously?” You chew on your lip when he stares back at you with that heated gaze of his. “Okay, um, we're developing something for the police right now.”

“What is it?” Pope dips two fingers inside of you, watching as your back arches from being filled.

“I shouldn't…” You gasp when he drags his fingertips along that spot inside of you that makes you want to cum right away but he moves away before you can.

“I won't tell anyone.” He doesn't have anyone to tell.

“Will you let me cum if I tell you?” You're getting desperate.

Pope smiles at you. “Of course. I want to see my wife cum lots today.”

“It's a camera.” You swallow back your moan when his lips seal around your clit at the same time as he thrusts his fingers deeper.

“Keep going.” His eyes are locked on yours when he starts to suck your clit.

It's hard to talk when he's torturing you like this but you press on, “it can scan a space and the AI will try to replicate what the crime scene looks like at different stages.”

“Technology has come very far.” He says with a smile. “Now you will too.”

You tug him closer to you by his hair as your orgasm hits, your hips grinding against his face and his fingers so it can last longer. You're bathing in unbelievable bliss.

It only gets better when he climbs on top of you and you see him line his cock up. You spread your pussy wide so it's easy for him to slip right in. You pull him down towards you, your hands roaming all over his skin while your lips meet his. You love kissing him, especially when he's rolling his hips against yours, drawing out moans from you. You both stay like that until he cums inside of you and you cum from the feeling of it. The gentle love making is as good as the rougher sex. Both make you feel incredible.

Pope kisses your temple before getting up, going over to the closet. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?” You sit up as best you can when he comes over with a cute little gift bag. “What is it?”

“Open it.” He hands it to you and then sits down beside you. “I hope you like it.”

You hide how excited you are. He has been giving you a lot of gifts lately.

But nothing could've prepared you to pull out a little black velvet box from the bag. You look at him and he gestures for you to open it. You do and… “Oh my god.”

“I figured we should start fresh.” He takes the box with the gorgeous ring inside of it then kneels in front of you. “Will you stay married to me?”

“Jack…” You can't believe this. This is so romantic. “Of course I will.”

Pope takes off your old wedding ring then swaps it for the new one. He wants you to wear something that he got you. He kisses your ring once it's on your finger. He'll pawn the old ring one of these days, since he doesn't want to think about it ever again.

You are his wife. Not Jack's.

“I love you so much.” He tells you and you immediately pull him in for a big hug.

“I love you so much.” You don't hide your smile then. “I'm so happy.”

“I like seeing you happy.” He says before he kisses you. “You're all mine.”

“Always.” You give him a squeeze. “You're the best.”

You two spend the rest of the day watching TV on the couch. Pope feels his heart warm every time you look at your new ring. It suits you, this happiness. He wants to keep it this way because he has never been happier.

The energy shifts when he sees a pained expression on your face and then you point to the screen, “can we change it to something else? I always feel so bad for the animals when I watch these nature shows.”

Pope glances at the screen. A vulture is digging into the corpse of a furry animal. Must be a coyote or something. His eyes are drawn to the way the vulture is pulling its flesh apart.

“Jack?” You shake him a little. “Are you actually watching?”

“No.” He turns his attention back towards you. “You can change it.”

“Do you remember liking shows like that as a kid?” You change the channel to a sports game.

“Yeah, I watched them all the time.” He nods, thinking about how his mother, Smurf, would just let him sit in front of the TV all day and watch animals kill each other. It was a great way to pass the time for him.

You get up from the couch then and tell him, “I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom.”

He watches you leave then turns his gaze back to the TV. He wonders if the vulture finished devouring that corpse.

You close the bathroom door and lock it. You walk up to the sink, staring at your reflection. There's panic in your eyes.

Because Jack hated those nature shows. He always avoided them. He told you that he would leave the living room when he was a kid whenever his dad would watch them. He found it repulsive.

So…what is going on?

You look down at the ring on your finger. A pit is forming in your stomach.

Who the hell is sitting in your living room right now?

And why does he look like Jack…

You get startled when Pope knocks on the door. He tries the doorknob but it's locked.

“Everything okay?” He's confused because you haven't locked the door like this in a while.

“Uh, yeah.” You need to make something up. “I'm just feeling a little nauseous. Probably because we haven't eaten much yet.”

“Why did you lock the door?”

“I didn't want you to see me puking. I'm okay, I promise.” You are definitely not okay. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“I'll order some soup for delivery and I'll bring you a glass of water. I'll leave it outside the door.” Pope goes to do that.

You wait until you can't hear his footsteps anymore and then you let out the choked sob you've been holding in. Different scenarios run through your head.

But only one of them makes sense.

Whoever is out there isn't Jack.

Even if Jack truly lost all his memories, he wouldn't suddenly gain new ones. That man you've been sleeping with is a completely different person.

You can see all the signs now, all the differences you had just been ignoring. He's bigger than your Jack. Stronger, scarier, rougher. He may treat you gently but…there's a darkness in him that you've been avoiding thinking about. Like how sometimes, he'll just sit up in the middle of the night. He thinks you're asleep so he doesn't know you've seen him just sit there for hours. You thought it was just trauma from the accident.

You never thought it could be because he was someone else entirely.

You dip your hand between your legs, feeling how wet you are from when he came inside of you earlier. You pull your hand out to look at the slick that coats your fingers. You feel sick.

You open the toilet cover and puke. At least now you aren't lying. You've been letting some stranger fuck you for the last three months. And you liked it.

You more than just liked it. You loved it. You craved it. You thought about him almost every moment of every day.

You wanted to have his baby…

“Fuck.” You wipe your mouth, flushing the toilet.

You're glad you were taking those birth control pills. You don't know what you would've done if you found this out while pregnant.

What do you do now, though?

You curl into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest as you sit on the floor of your bathroom. You look at the ring on your finger. You think about how happy you were when he gave it to you.

Do you…love this other man?

You shake off that thought. That's ridiculous. You don't know anything about this guy. None of this was real. He must be playing you. This must be some kind of long con.

But why would he…kiss you so lovingly if it was all a ploy?

You crawl over to the cabinet under the sink, grabbing one of the pregnancy tests. You take it, then you wait. You sob into your hands, the nerves getting to you.

When enough time passes, you check. You don't know if you're relieved or not to have it come back negative. You rinse yourself off after, needing to wash away the feeling between your legs.

Once you're dried off and your pajama pants are back on, you collapse into yourself again, sitting back on the floor with a thud. You choke back another sob when you hear the door open. Pope drops to his knees in front of you, cupping your face with his hands.

“Are you okay?” He asks you in such a soft tone that your heart aches. “What's wrong?”

You don't know what to say. There's so many things wrong.

But you settle on telling him, “I'm not pregnant.”

You show him the pregnancy test then toss it into the trash can before you can't hold back the tears anymore. He wipes your tears away and then sits down, pulling you onto his lap. You hate that you lean into his embrace, letting him hold you as you cry. He rubs your back so gently.

“It's okay.” He kisses the top of your head. “There's no rush.”

You look him in the eyes and ask, “do you still love me?”

“Of course.” It hurts him seeing you so distraught. “I'd love you even if we never had children. We don't have to. I'm happy just like this.”

You don't feel any kind of deception. He doesn't look like he's lying. But maybe he's just a really good liar…

“For how long?” You hiccup, the sobs making it difficult to talk. “You won't be like this forever. You won't love me forever…”

“I made a vow.” He takes your left hand, kissing your ring. “I will love you forever.”

“Then tell me who you are.” Your words catch him by surprise.

You wait for him to lie again. You wait for him to tell you this was all fake and he just wanted to fuck with you until he had his fill.

You wait, then he tells you, “I'm not Jack Abbot.”

And everything falls apart.

Pope slipped up somewhere. He should've realized it would happen sooner or later. He just didn't think it would happen like this. With you crying in his arms.

“Then who are you?” You need to know the truth. “Where's my husband?”

That question pierces through his heart like a blade. His answer does the same to you, “he's dead.”

You cover your mouth, sobbing into your palm, before asking, “did you…”

Pope nods. “I killed him.”

“Why?” You can't believe it. Jack's dead…

“I needed a new identity.” That's the honest truth. “And I stumbled onto him while I was walking around. He looked just like me. He lived alone. I thought it would be an easy swap. No one would miss him.”

“So you just…killed him?” You don't even know what to think.

You don't even know why you're not repulsed by him. You're still sitting on his lap, clinging onto him for comfort. You should feel disgusted…but you don't.

“It was peaceful, I promise.” Pope injected Jack while he was asleep. He never woke up.

“What about the car accident?”

“I had to destroy the body and cause a reason for amnesia.” It was well-planned.

“So, would you have just…pretended to not remember forever?” You don't hide your hurt. “Would you have pretended to love me until you got tired of it?”

“I wasn't pretending.” He brushes his fingers along your jaw and you hate that you let him. “I love you.”

You shake your head, not believing it. “You don't. You just needed a good cover.”

“It would've been easier to keep my cover if I didn't love you.” He wouldn't have this risk if he had just let you remain estranged.

“I don't…know what to…” You're at a loss.

Because you should hate this man. You should run far away. You should kill him for killing Jack.

But your body clings to him. To the idea that maybe he does love you.

You've been wanting to be loved for so long…

“I can go.” Pope tells you, full of remorse. “I can leave you alone. You'll never have to see me again. I'm sorry.”

“Don't go.” You say that without thinking it through.

You don't want him to go. You don't want to lose this. You were finally happy…

“I'm not your husband. I'm not Jack.” He believes you're just saying this because you see him as the man you fell in love with and married. You don't see him.

“Who are you then?” You hold his face in your hands. “Tell me.”

He swallows and you can feel the way his neck tenses when he admits, “my name is Andrew Cody. Most people call me Pope. You could look me up…but you won't like what you find out.”

“Andrew.” When his name leaves your lips, Pope doesn't want to ever let you go.

“Say my name again.” He has to hear it.

You shouldn't listen to him but you do as he asks. “Andrew.”

He pulls you to rest his forehead against yours then he can't help himself. He kisses you. Again and again. He expects you to pull away but you don't. You don't want to.

You kiss him back, even though you know you shouldn't. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let it tangle with yours. You are filled with need. You want him to touch you.

That's why you don't stop him when he picks you up and takes you to bed, his lips never leaving yours. He lays you down at the edge, then he kneels in front of you, tugging off your pants. You sink your hand into his hair as he eats you out exactly the way you like.

You breathe out his real name when you cum. Pope is harder than he has ever been. It's impossible not to be. He stays between your legs, his tongue slipping in and out of you. He wants you to keep moaning his name.

You lift his head off of you so he can look at you when you ask him, “do you like making me cum, Andrew?”

“I love it.” He drags his tongue along your folds, making you shiver all over. “I love how you taste.”

“Make me believe you.” Because you're still scared he's faking it.

So, for the next hour, Pope dotes on you, making you cum over and over again with his tongue. By the time you're completely spent, his lips are swollen and you love the way he looks. You're overstimulated and incredibly sensitive but you can't stop here.

You push him off of you and then get up, turning around then laying on your stomach. You spread your pussy wide in front of his face and demand, “fuck me, Andrew.”

Pope stands up immediately and pulls off his pants, kicking them aside. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down, coating himself in your slick. You bite the sheets, your legs shaking from how sensitive the skin is after he ate you out for an hour. He doesn't give you what you want though.

“Please.” You beg, moaning when he drags his cock over your clit. “I need you.”

“Am I your husband?” He pushes the tip of his cock inside of you for just a second but pulls out right away, pulling a whine from your lips. “Tell me.”

“You're my husband.” You say with your whole heart. “And I'm your wife, Andrew.”

“Does my wife want her husband to fuck her?” He pushes your thighs together so he can slide his cock between them, rubbing up against your pussy, making you crave him more.

“Yes, please.” You know the moment he's inside of you, you're going to cum so hard. You're desperate for it.

“Are you sure?” He lines his cock up at your entrance. “I could get you pregnant.”

“Please, I want to have your baby.” You don't hold in your desires anymore. “Please get me pregnant.”

You haven't taken your pill today yet. You won't. You'll let him fuck a baby into you. You want it.

“I'm not stopping until one of those tests comes back positive.”

You scream his name when he rams his cock inside of you. You scream it over and over again as he pounds into you, his hand slipping over your waist to hold onto your lower stomach. The pressure builds inside of you when he kneads your lower stomach, making you too aware of how hard he's pounding against your womb.

You grip the sheets hard enough to tear them when your orgasm shoots through you. You're practically drooling when he keeps fucking you through it, scraping against every spot inside of you that drives you wild. Your inner thighs are soaked from how hard you came.

“Turn around.” Pope pulls out of you so you can flip over and look at him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

You nod, locking eyes with him when he grabs your legs, pinning them to his chest as he slams his cock back inside of you. You arch your back, helping him angle deeper inside of you.

“Touch yourself.” He snaps at you and you listen.

Your whole body heats up from how rough he's fucking you while you tease your sensitive clit, rubbing it until you unravel completely. You can feel how tight you've gotten.

Pope loves how you're milking his cock. Your body doesn't lie. You want him to cum inside of you. You want him.

Because he's your husband now.

“Do you want my cum?” He smiles at how glazed over your eyes are staring back at him.

“Yes.” You need to feel him spill inside of you.

“Say “We can't, Andrew. You're not my real husband.””

You lick your lips and then tell him, “we can't, Andrew. You're not my real husband.”

He pushes your legs back towards your chest then slams his cock deep inside of you the moment he says, “I'm your husband now. Say it.”

“You're my husband now.” You feel the tension building in your lower stomach with every rough thrust. This angle sends you into a frenzy.

“Who fucks you better: me or Jack?” Pope won't cum unless you say him.

“You.” You claw at his arms, your orgasm hitting you all of a sudden when you admit that.

You say his name over and over again as he cums inside of you, your mind going fuzzy from how full you feel. He drops your legs then hovers over you, his hands at either side of your head. He stares down at you, breathless.

You reach up, caressing his face. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm. You let him trail down your arm until he's right above your face.

“Do you love me?” Pope breathes out against your lips. “Because I love you. Even if you hate me.”

“I love you, Andrew.” You pull him in so you can feel his forehead rest against yours. “Promise me you won't stop loving me.”

“I will love you forever.” He seals that promise with a kiss. “My beautiful wife.”

You look at him, at his face that's so similar to Jack's, and then say, “you are my husband now.”

Pope nods. He is your husband.

Until the day you die…

A/N: I haven't written anything shorter form in a while so this was a lot of fun for me! Hope you enjoyed the morally ambiguous read ✿

Update (as of 04/25/26): This fic has a sequel now! It's called "There's Something Wrong with Andrew Cody", so if you liked this, definitely check that out! ♡

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