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girthgrudgefear · 2 months ago

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craig's "friend" | craig cody x reader x andrew 'pope' cody

plot summary?: pope walks in on craig and craig's "friend" (you) going at it. what is supposed to be a one-off thing turns into a regular occurrence; and much to craig's chagrin, you couldn't be less bothered by it.

contains?: pope cody, craig cody, reader-insert, shameless smut, creeper pope, mentions of deran, smurf, j, baz, and lena.

warnings?: 18+/minors dni; accidental voyeurism turned not so accidental; healthy amount of cuss words; p in v sex; no protection mentioned; nudity; squirting.

notes?: takes place between s2-3. no beta we die like [airhorn]. no clue how long this is but i think it’s like 2k words

“friends” wasn’t the word that you and craig should use for what you are to each other. but if either of you had to describe it, both parties would concede to the term with no contest.

and it drives pope crazy.

because if pope even had half of what you had with him, if pope even had the chance to touch you the way craig did, you would be his. instantly and infinitely.

but, no, you were craig’s "friend." and he didn’t care, because you were too young for him anyway. and you were too bright. and too soft.

he decided this one night when he turned up at the house.

smurf was out, as were deran and j. but you were on the couch, watching craig play call of duty. for once there were no white lines cut on the coffee table's glass tray, no joint, half-lit, hanging haphazardly from one of smurf's decorative bowls.

no, it was just you and him.

craig, bigger than most, took up an entire cushion in the center of the sofa. he leant forward, both legs spread wide, elbows on the tops of his knees as he essentially button-mashed his way through a campaign. you were curled up next to him, taking up less than a quarter of the cushion beside his. you hugged your knees as you quietly watched him play.

pope, having let himself in through the garage door, walked over from the kitchen when he heard craig seemingly curse to himself.

“shit.” craig sank back into the couch just as captain reyes succumbed to his wounds. the screen doesn’t even have time to reset at his last checkpoint before he pauses the game and tosses his controller to the side.

the tall brunet turns to you in an instant, one of his big hands settled on your left thigh and the other toying with the strap of your bikini top.

“welp.” he says to you, popping the ‘p’. he wastes no time, closing the space between you both to press a chaste kiss to your chest and then another to your neck. when he begins to lightly suckle the skin there, you pull away. making a face, he chases after you until he’s able to lay claim to a patch of skin on your collarbone. this time, with a knowing sigh, you settle.

“i’m not having sex on your mother’s couch, craig. i told you that you need to find a new apartment.”

craig hummed, not paying you any mind. “c’mon, babe.” he sighs wistfully, smoothing his palm down your inner thigh as a means of forcing your knees apart.

“it’s gonna take me forever to find a new one. i can't wait that long.” he said.

you had no time to reply. by the time you turned your head, smart quip on your tongue, craig slipped his into your mouth.

your feigned disinterest is wicked away under his ministrations. secretly, you were waiting for him to touch you, to give you attention, and he knew it. a glutton for pleasure, you would never turn down craig - whatever he gave, you received happily.

craig’s hand crept lower and lower until his fingers hooked on a belt loop on your shorts. reaching down, your knuckles brushed his for a moment as you undid the button and zipper. you barely have time to shuck your bottoms down your thighs when you feel him force his hand past the waistband of your bikini thong.

“fuck. you’re so fucking wet.” he pants against your mouth, a thin trail of spit connecting his bottom lip to yours.

“i’ve been waiting for you to get off of that game for hours.” craig seals his mouth over yours again and any other complaints you have are inconsequential.

you feel two of his fingers nudging against you and you’re damn near vibrating with excitement. you begin to lean away from him once you feel that stretch, finally breaking the kiss once he gives up on being gentle and pushes in to the first knuckle. you reward him with a moan, once breathy, all but punched out of you as he begins to piston his middle and ring finger in and out of you.

and you don’t last long. it’s impossible with the way craig touches you and how ridiculously easy it is for him to get you worked up in the first place. somewhere in the way that he jostled you the thin strap of your bikini, once tied at the nape of your neck, comes loose. you don’t care even when you feel the dainty cups slipping down your chest until one of your breasts is exposed to the air completely. craig, enraptured now by the way you look coming undone, doesn’t miss a beat. you whimper when you feel him latch on to your pebbled nipple.

“m'gonna come.” you ignore the feel of craig’s beard moving against your skin, no doubt in your mind that he’s smirking up at you from where his head is pressed against your chest. you feel hot all over, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. you push yourself up off of the cushion just slightly, leaning into him, opening your legs wider as he keeps his strokes at the same steady pace. and then it washes over you at once, body taut, knees wobbling, your hand wrapped around his wrist as he helps you through your high like an obedient soldier.

"fuck me."

would have been the next thing to come out of your mouth, naturally. but when you opened your eyes as best as you could past the haze threatening to put you under, you noticed something beyond craig staring at you, taking you in in your blissed-out state. standing between the couch and the far wall right at the entrance of the living room was none other than pope cody.

you've heard of him the same way you've heard of ghost stories. the boogeyman of oceanside. but to see him like this, staring at you with his brows set and his hands laying stiffly at his sides, does something to you.

because he isn't just handsome, he's cody handsome, definitely craig's brother in the sharp angle of his cheekbones and jaw. and you've never seen eyes so dark yet so clear. he's not missing anything that craig is doing to you and somewhere through the fog you wonder how long he's been standing there, anyway.

the thought excites you enough that when craig keeps going, you do little to deter him, deter either one of them in fact. grip still tight on his wrist, you hold craig there even though the stimulation is bordering on torture. his fingers keep the same pace that got you off the first time and that steadiness, mixed with the sound of your wetness as he fucks you a second time, is a feedback loop for your arousal.

pope didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. most girls would have yelled. covered themselves up, maybe thrown something at him half-heartedly in their shock or terror. but there was something so intriguing in the way you watched him watch you. how you widen your legs, as if to present yourself to him. how you reach down to keep craig where he is. your pupils are nearly blown and your eyelids half-mast from the pleasure, your hair in disarray where it falls down your sides of your neck and down your back. the part of your chest that's exposed is flushed and it heaves with every breath you take.

pope is about as aware of how close you are as craig is. he watches as you lift yourself up off the couch just slightly, how craig sits up with you. your legs are shaking now and craig has the hand that isn't toying with your pussy trained at your waist, trying in vain to keep you from squirming under his stimulation. slowly, you begin to roll your hips against his fingers.

and andrew isn't sure for a moment if you're looking at him or through him the moment you come, heavy eyelids going wide for a second before closing to slits. "craig- ah! ah~!" is the only thing you can let out as craig begins to press kisses to your slack jaw.

and if you weren't looking at pope before, you sure were now. holding his gaze, you card your hands through craig's curls then grip him by the base of his neck and pull him in. you all but shove your tongue down his throat and he moans into your mouth, still blissfully unaware of your spectator.

then you pull away, yanking craig's hands out of your pants all the while. you shove your shorts back up your thighs, paying no mind to the way the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms bunch up underneath the denim. with the fly of your zipper still down and your shorts still unbuttoned, you work on fixing your bikini top, pulling the triangle over your exposed breast and securing the spaghetti straps around your neck.

"wait! where are you going?" craig asks.

"um. i forgot i have some errands i need to run." you offer lamely. your legs are still shaking when you stand.

craig sits back, still turned toward you, and watches as you gather your bag and hoist it over your shoulder. and it is only when he watches you walk toward the shelves leading to the hallway that he notices pope there.

"dude, what the hell?" he regards his brother with his hands thrown up in the air.

pope, however, pays him no mind, watching you as you approach. he's still standing stock-still in the same position though his head turns stiffly to watch as you squeeze past him.

"nice meeting you." you offer as your shoulder brushes his bicep. other than his intense gaze he offers no form of acknowledgement. though as you make your way down the hall, you feel his eyes burning holes into your back. it adds to your humiliation in a way; you can't help but wonder as you turn the key in your ignition and drive away what kind of pervert he must think you are.

"pope."

andrew turns to his brother, who is still staring at him with that stupid look of confusion, and maybe a little fear. "dude, that is not cool."

a beat of silence and then pope says,

"she's right. you do need your own place."

and walks away.

craig gets his own place, eventually, and that place is baz's place. technically.

still sore from the loss of his best friend and subsequently his niece, pope despises the way his little brother quickly turned the homey two-bedroom into a total pigsty. clothes are everywhere. there are crumbs on the counter. someone has only just begun to make a dent in the dishes and there is a pot set on the stove with soap and water to soak.

so, that's the first clue he gets that craig isn't alone, because craig doesn't cook. doesn't know how and even in his mid-thirties that fact doesn't bother him one bit.

the shower is on. it's a good place to start. the only thing that draws him out is the sound of an unfamiliar voice; he can just barely make out a hum over the falling water.

the bathroom door is ajar and pope is never one to deny himself easy access. he had half an idea of who may be in there and he prays it isn't actually his brother, because he doesn't want to see craig's nads or find out that he likes to sing the little mermaid when he's alone.

but he is pleasantly rewarded when he sees you through the crack in the shower curtain. back towards him, you had your head buried under the stream, letting the soap run down your back.

he was obsessed with the way your skin looked. soft, from the stretch marks on your round butt to the large scar on your shoulder blade. his hindbrain took over for a moment and he felt overwhelmed with the urge to touch you, to feel the way the muscles of your thigh would ripple and give if he were to grab you there, pull you close to him.

it wasn't often that pope dwelled like this, let his depravity take over him. so he has the sense to at least look a little surprised, a little embarrassed when you turned around and reared back when you noticed you were no longer alone.

again, you were one of the strangest people pope had ever met. rather than admonish him for walking in on you like this, you simply continued your motions. both hands in your hair, you worked at the tangles you got from running on the beach and playing in the waves earlier.

the only indication that you were aware of pope's presence was the way you held his gaze. you took a step back until half of your body was underneath the water, closed your eyes and tilted your head back.

it was only when you broke eye contact that pope allowed his eyes to wander. from the strawberry skin on your arms to your tits. he took his time admiring most of all, however, how your soft tummy gave way to the tuft of hair covering your pussy.

fuck you were perfect.

this continued until you turned back towards the downpour, stood under it for a moment longer before turning the dial and shutting it off.

you turned back and pope was still standing there, hands hooked in either of his pants pockets, still taking in your frame. you lingered for a moment as you wrung your hair out.

"knock much?" is all you said to him once you were done.

he blinked at that.

funny. craig didn't mention that you were funny.

there was no reply, and you honestly weren't expecting one. craig told you that pope doesn't talk much to people he doesn't know. and it's a funny thought - he saw you cum, twice, but, no, he didn't know you. not one bit.

but if you didn't know it before, you definitely knew now that he wanted to know you.

reaching up, you pulled your towel down from where it hung haphazardly over the shower rod. pulling it over your body, you stepped out of the shower and down onto the bath mat you purchased for craig not too long ago.

"if you're looking for craig, he's at deran's bar. he said he'd be back soon, so. i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you waited."

wordlessly, he turned away from you and went to lena's old room.

pope hated it. hated the way he could see craig's shit strewn about what was once lena's room. he hated that baz was gone, hated that nobody else showed interest in lena but him and smurf. between the both of them, the kid was a lost cause.

he wondered absently if you liked kids.

speak of the devil, you walked past the open bedroom door in pursuit of the kitchen. when he heard you approach, he turned to watch you pass by and ambled after you.

you moved quickly, flitting about the main space in little other than one of craig's t-shirts and a pair of boyshorts. if the curve of your ass wasn't enough of a sight, he could make out the outline of your pussy lips through the thin material.

he felt like a teenage boy again, praying that you couldn't see that he was half-hard in his own pants.

you turned around and it was like god had no mercy on him, the way your nipples were hard through the loose-fitting shirt.

"i made pasta if you're hungry." you said.

though he didn't verbalize his assent, you took pope taking up one of the barstools by the counter as acceptance enough. with one of the clean plates you loaded into the dishwasher last night, you got him a healthy serving, heated it up, and then served it to him. you then turned to finish the dishes you began washing before your trip to the beach.

"thanks." says pope, almost as an afterthought, as he begins to eat. it was delicious. he was in distress.

"he does talk!" you say aloud in feigned awe, though your back remained turn to him. a single corner of his lips curled upward for a moment as he scowled at your back.

smart-ass.

silence lulled between you both; you cleaned, he ate. but soon enough the front door unlocked and in came the bumbling oaf he came to see.

neither of you noticed but he quickly deflated at the thought of no longer being alone with you.

"hey, man." though he's talking to pope craig is shameless in the way he checks you out on his approach. you're oblivious to both men, drying each dish one by one and reaching up on your tippy toes to put them in the cabinet.

"you looking for me?"

craig knows that his question is a dud, because who else would he be looking for?

though seeing how easily you and pope exist around each other, he sure has his suspicions. pope doesn't take easily to being around strangers, and, to pope, you were a stranger. or at the very least, in craig's mind, you'd better be.

jealousy is a new emotion for craig and he hates it. not even renn has had such an effect on him but fuck if you weren't like his own personal form of catnip.

"we need to talk." is all pope says once craig closes in on the space between them. as both men wander out to the patio, pope turns around long enough to see you lean over the counter, grab his empty plate, and wash it at the sink.

he has to stop seeing you like this.

no, seriously, for his own health, he has to stop.

the next time pope saw you was at a party thrown at smurf's house in her absence. every other cody attended but the matriarch was nowhere to be found, not that pope could find it in him to mind.

there were people everywhere. j sat poolside with his feet in the water, watching deran and adrian play chicken with some of their other surf buddies in the deep end of the water.

the only one missing from their brood was craig. and it was important that the party ended relatively soon and the four found a way to meet; after casing the joint all afternoon their newest prospective job may not be as easy as they once thought.

pope made his way inside, pushing past drunk partygoers as he did so.

aside from alcohol, the kitchen and living room looked surprisingly kosher. no white powder, no glass pipes. no rolled up dollar-bills or straws, which was great, because craig turned into a whiney bitch when he got high.

between deran and craig's old rooms was a jack-and-jill bathroom. entering from deran's side was easy enough after he kicked out two drunk losers petting each other down on the bed.

he locked the bathroom door from deran's side and made his way over to the toilet bowl to relieve himself. but before he could so much as let down the fly to his zipper, he heard it. he heard you.

slowly, he made his way across the narrow path, past the double-sink embedded in the counter, and to the door on the other side of the room.

same as last time, the door is ajar. slowly, he steps up and peers into the crack. sees you sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs open, wide, and a brown head of hair occupying the space between your thighs.

craig is virtually always in some stage of undress so pope pays no mind to his butt cheeks but the sight you is enough to almost make him pop off in his pants. you're naked, your face flushed. your nipples are hard. craig slaps your bare clit once, twice, and you flinch at the sensation both times, breasts bouncing as you jerk your hips.

then his mouth is over the tender flesh, as if to soothe the sting of his harsh actions, and you throw your head back at the contact. as quickly as he's over you, he's inside of you, two fingers deep down to the knuckle.

"fuck, baby." your voice is husky and pope isn't sure if it's from the liquor that’s undoubtedly in your system or your arousal. he can see how wet you are even from where he's standing; you're glistening from your inner thighs, to your lips, and all the way around craig's fingers.

squelching and the occasional whimper is the only noise that fills the room. craig is precise as always, already nudging against that spot inside of you that makes your jaw go slack. he notices immediately and keeps the same pace, watching through his long eyelashes as he plucks you apart.

simultaneously, his mouth can't stop moving against you, devouring you much like a man starved. you taste so fucking good, you remember him moaning against your pussy one night, all but rubbing his erection against the bed as he licked you from your hole to your clit.

"i'm so close." you whine. and he believed it, because not long after craig set his steady, bruising pace, you were there. legs shaking from where they sought purchase on craig's shoulders, you let out a cry that sounded almost pained. pope watched as your spend trickled out of you and down craig’s beard in short, quick spurts. your hips shook with the effort it took to grind down on craig’s fingers, one of your hands coming down on his wrist to hold him in place as you work yourself through your orgasm.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” craig all but coos up at you when you finally stop. he kisses your clit once and you jump away before settling down on the mattress again.

chest heaving, you card your hand through his hair, stopping when you reach the base of his neck and grab at the tendrils caught between your fingers. when you tug at them he rises to his feet, licks into your open mouth so that you can taste your arousal on him.

“a-ah!”

your voice rises another octave when craig’s hand is replaced by his dick, the swap so quick you barely have time to register what’s happening until his hips press against yours.

“so. fucking. tight.” he accentuates every word with a thrust, relishing in the way your head falls back. when you’re upright again, head midline, he presses a hot kiss to your mouth.

somewhere in between you squirting and craig breaching you, pope found himself undoing his belt buckle, shoving his hand down the waistband of his boxers.

and, no, pope can’t find it in him to be ashamed, to read into the deeper meaning of him only coveting things that belong to his brothers. craig is the last thing on his mind, far from it, when he grabs his dick and smears the pre-cum pebbling from the head all over his tip. it’s easy to forget that craig is there when he’s so busy imagining himself between your legs, imagining himself tasting you, imagining himself fucking you until you soak his boxers.

no, craig is inconsequential.

dry masturbation is always shitty but it isn’t about that. it’s about thinking about how you’d feel squeezing him like that, how you’d open your legs wider to accommodate him when he’s moving inside of you.

his hand passes over his dick in time with the way your body jumps with every thrust, his chest heaving to the same tempo as your shallow breaths. and when your moans morph into short gasps, he’s there with you too.

pope has to reach out and grip the edge of the counter next to him, knuckles white, when he finally cums. breathing heavy through his nose, he’s thankful that you aren’t shy about using your voice, your cries easily drowning out the sound of his pants.

“f-u-uck.” craig pulls out of you as he cums, watching as your orgasm leaks out of you and dribbles to the floor in a weak spurt. you’re too busy sitting there, hands gripping the sheets, mouth agape and eyes clouded with the haze of your afterglow.

pope is zipping his pants now, watching in disgust as he notices craig’s spend painting the patch of hair dusted over your pussy lips. his button is done, belt nearly secured around his hips when he catches sight of your face and does a double-take.

somehow, through the fog, you managed to catch his eye in the crack of the doorway.

and like the little minx you were, you waited a beat so that he knew that you knew that he was there.

then your tongue darted out to lave over your swollen bottom lip.

and you smiled at him, a full-on, shit-eating grin.

you recover by the time craig finishes admiring his work (he once told you that you looked hottest with his cum on you), drawing him closer to you by hooking one leg around his hip. he closes the space between you both, pressing his forehead to yours. your noses rub against each other for a moment as he brings you in for a kiss; short, sweet. it’s almost too intimate for a delicate situation such as this but then again you’re also washing his dishes and buying bath mats for his place, so. maybe that boundary has long been diminished.

craig opens his eyes to look at you mid-way into the kiss and notices that your eyes have wandered towards the door. pulling back, he turns to follow your gaze. he notices a gap in the doorway and immediately pulls away from your grabbing hands, more than a little pissed.

“yo, who’s there?” he asks. the usual neutrality in his tone is long gone now, replaced by something sharper. something aggressive.

“did you see someone there?” he asks when he turns back to you. the remaining post-coital bliss is washed away as if someone snatched a wool blanket from over your head.

you blink owlishly at him once, twice. shake your head hesitantly at first and then firmly after. but craig won’t be deterred. he feels the heat on his neck now.

his mind immediately goes to pope; how you told him that night that pope came visiting you both that the older man had caught you in the shower. how his confusion and then annoyance had been kissed away when you straddled him, assuring him that it was only for a moment before pope went to the living room to wait for him to arrive.

“who the fuck,” craig backs away from you and turns. his fist comes down on the dresser pushed up against the wall in the room, hard. you jump, your hands flying up to cover your mouth. “is in here, huh?”

craig is in front of the door in two long, quick strides, grabbing it by the edge of the wood and yanking it open. “pope, i swear to god—”

but he opens the door to find the bathroom empty despite the light being on.

he is thorough when he checks the room; even opens the shower door and peers into it twice. he takes a spare rag from the linen closet, runs it under the faucet, and returns to you. you’re still at the end of the bed, stock-still after watching his little rampage.

yeah, somewhere along the way the carefully-laid bricks of your “friendship” began to crumble. this is a simple fix, you thought to yourself half-heartedly, jumping as he runs the cool cloth over your sore clit.

pope made it all the way back to his car without stopping that night. then he proceeded to drive himself home in funeral silence, gripping the steering wheel like a vice the entire way home.

when he got to his house, he immediately locked the door, walked to the bed.

shoved his pants halfway down his thigh and let the image of you play behind his closed eyelids again and again. came twice, one after the other, at the thought of you beneath him, on top of him, on your knees in front of him.

he slept four hours that night.

fin

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 19 days ago

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Dreams (Pope Cody)

Description: Y/N wants to fuck her best friend’s uncle even though he’s 20 years older than her.

Warning: Smut, Blow Job, Pussy Eating, Shower sex, Age Gap

Word Count:3,202

Author’s Note: I’ve been waiting for Animal Kingdom to blow up so I’m prepared with fics.

Check out my Baz one: Here

“Fuck Pope Cody” She whined out his entire name as his hips banged her against the shower wall. Both of them soaked in water and sweat as they’ve been fucking for hours at this point. She clung to him, holding him close as her whines echoed in the shower. Pope, who was one to never really make a lot of noise during sex, was groaning in her ear. Her head fell back against the shower wall as she tried to hold off her orgasm, just to keep him inside a little longer. She’s dreamed of this moment…literally.

Her eyes opened to the sound of her best friend J Cody calling her name. “What?” She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head, hoping he would go away. “Are you coming with me?” He asked her and she threw the blanket off her and looked at him. She always was with J when he did his errands and every single time he’d tease her about his uncle.

Pope was 20 years older than her and didn’t show any interest. She, on the other hand, made it noticeable that she wanted him, without realizing it. “You dreaming about my uncle again, you creep?” He jokingly asked as he waited for her to get up. She groaned and rolled her eyes, “ Shut up.” She said and got out of bed, despite the bed calling her name so she can have more dreams of Pope Cody.

“You need to get over him. There’s no way he’s into you.” J got serious for a second as she grabbed her clothes. She glared at her friend, who was only looking out for her. She wanted to punch him, it wasn’t that simple. J wouldn’t get that, having a different girl to fuck every night. She got dressed in the bathroom, repeating his words. In a sense he was right but it wasn’t easy to just forget about Pope like that. Not when she sees him everyday. “You wanna join a job that we are doing?” J asked as she exited the bathroom with her dirty clothes.

Deran gives her a beer as they all stood in the back of the bar, Pope talking about the plan. It was a simple plan and Y/N was excited, she was getting to work with Pope. J watched her face lit up as he talked and he couldn’t wait to make fun of her. “You think you can handle it?” Craig asked her and even if she couldn’t, she wasn’t turning down a chance to be near Pope.

“Yep.” She nodded and J couldn’t hide his smirk. The others left the room, leaving the best friends alone. J couldn’t help but laugh making Y/N turn to him. “What’s so funny?” She asked him. “The excitement in your face dude.” He said and she rolled her eyes. “You really wanna fuck Pope.” He said and she shrugged, “Doesn’t matter now does it?” She asked, taking in his words from earlier.

“You definitely took this job to be near him.” He smirked. “Sounds like jealousy.” She points out and he chuckles, “Oh please if I wanted to fuck you I could.” He sounded so cocky. “If I remember correctly it was me who turned you down.” She pointed out. “Yeah for my uncle who doesn’t wanna fuck you.” He points out. Both of them didn’t realize that Pope was listening to them talk. J’s best friend wanted to fuck him? He thought as he listened to them talk. He was 20 years older than her and didn’t know how to feel about it.

It stayed on Pope’s mind, the thought that J’s best friend wanted him and that she turned J down for him. Pope didn’t know how to approach this and now thinking back on it, it was so obvious that she wanted him. She would wear revealing clothes in front of him and always make sure she was near him. And right now she was tanning by the pool as Pope watched from inside. Her body was amazing and she looked so good, something he’s never thought of before.

She had on a white bikini that showed off her assets nicely. She had a pair of sunglasses on but felt the presence of eyes staring at her. She opened them and nearly smirked at the sight. Pope Cody was staring at her like he wanted to devour her. She waved at him and he stepped outside, “Where’s J?” He asked and she shrugged, not caring. “You tell me, I’ve been waiting for him.” She lied. “You guys are pretty close.” He points out and she shrugs, “We’re best friends, nothing more. Don’t know what you mean by that.” He studies her face for a moment, “You sure?” She pushed her glasses up, “I like older men.” She winked at him.

“I’m too old for you, Y/N.” She looked at him confused, “Excuse me? What makes you think I’m talking about you?” She seemed offended. “I heard you and J talking at the bar.” She sat up and turned to him, “You were spying on us?” She asked and he shook his head. “J’s laugh was pretty loud.” He pointed out and she remembered him bursting out laughing but didn’t think anyone else was near them.

Her face went red with embarrassment, “I’m 22 years old, I’m not a child.” She mumbled. “I’m 44.” He tells her as if she didn’t already know. She stood up from the chair and got closer to him, “You don’t think I see the way you look at me?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lies and she chuckles, “You were just staring at me through the window like you wanted to eat me.” His eyes bored into hers, he didn’t show any emotions at her words and couldn’t let her know she was right. “You’re delusional.” He stated and walked away from her before anything else was said.

“He was staring at me, J. Like he wanted to ruin me.” She exclaimed while they were drinking. “But he told you what I’ve been telling you this whole time.” He states and she rolls her eyes, “Besides the point.” He turned to her, “I told you Y/N/N he isn’t the one.” She knew what he was doing and it was something he did all the time. He felt bad for her and didn’t want her to be sad over his uncle. “Y/N, he’s an idiot.” He said and she stood up, “Don’t.” She said and walked away from him.

Everything that’s happened hasn’t left his mind, the mere thought of her was torture to him. He could fuck her but what if she regretted it after and thought he was creepy? These questions ran through his head while he laid in bed, tempted to see her. He cursed to himself as he got out of bed and went to the house. He silently cursed as he saw her car in the driveway, of course she was here. When he walked into the house, he saw the last person that he wanted to see, her.

She was on her phone, drinking a glass of orange juice when she sensed a presence and looked up to see him, “Thought you were avoiding me.” She said and looked back down at her phone. “Yeah well I’m not here for you.” He told her and walked past her. “Wish you’d stop acting like you don’t wanna fuck me.” She mumbled and he rolled his eyes. He chose to ignore her comment and went to look for the others when he realized that she was the only one here.

He cursed and walked back into the kitchen, “Where’s the others?” He asked but she ignored him. “Hey don’t ignore me. Where’s the others at?” He asked and she stood up. They were almost face to face if not for her height, “I don’t need to answer you.” She smirks. “Hold the grudge for a second and just tell me where they are.” She shrugged and answered like a child, “Well I won’t.” He rolls his eyes and pulled out his wallet about to offer her money, “What do you want?” He asked grabbing some money.

“I want you to fuck me.” He glares at her, hard before answering, “Yeah not happening.” “I’m 20 years younger than you, so what? I’m an adult. You can try to keep up the act but it won’t work forever.” She says and he gets annoyed. “Jesus I don’t wanna-“ but she interrupts him before he could finish, “Bullshit.” He sighs as she keeps talking, “You want me and you know it. You constantly think about it whether you want to or not. Ever since you heard the conversation between J and I.”

He laughs at her words even though she was spot on. “You’re delusional.” She shook her head, “No, I’m right. And you hate that. You want me and you know-“ “I don’t want you okay?” He yells at her and she steps back. “You’re a kid to me. I don’t want to have sex with you!” She didn’t say anything as she felt tears in her eyes. She just walked away from him.

It was best that she avoided him at all costs even if that meant staying at her own house for once. She texted J and told him that if he wanted to hang out it couldn’t be at Smurfs. Pope’s mind was going crazy since then and it was only a day later. He couldn’t sleep, not with all the thoughts that were on his mind. He couldn’t accept the fact that she was right and that he wanted to fuck her.

He looked over at the time and saw it was 1 am. It was late but he bet she was still up so he got up and went to her house. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. 5 seconds later she opened the door and her face fell at the sight. She didn’t wanna see him at all. “Leave.” She told him and went to shut the door but he stopped her. “Can I kiss you?” He asked and her hand fell from the door, shock written all over her face.

“What?” She asked, not even sure she heard him correctly. “I want to kiss you. Can I?” He asked. “What makes you think I still want you?” She asked him with a smirk. He shook his head with a laugh and pulled her to him so he could kiss her. Once their lips touch it was like a fire had started between them. He pushes her inside the house, without breaking the kiss. He closes the door and takes off his jacket causing her to pull away from the kiss to see his muscular arms.

She pulls off her tank top revealing her tits to him. He stares for a second before pining her to the wall with a kiss. She kisses back with just as much passion and lust that he had. Her hands moved up his black shirt he had on that fit in all the right places. His hands were on the wall by her head. She pulled on the shirt, begging him to take it off. He broke the kiss and removed it, throwing it somewhere in the room.

He leaned down and began kissing her neck, barely giving her a second to breathe. She let out a gasp and her hands were on his neck and moved down until they were over his torso. He was so built and strong, so sexy. His hands moved from the wall to her shorts as he he stuck on of his hands in them and felt her panties. They were soaked and just the slightest touch had her moaning his name.

He smirked against her neck and moved her panties aside to touch her bare clit, “Pope.” She moaned. He gathered her juices on his finger before pushing a finger inside of her. She gasped and gripped his shoulders, head falling back against the wall. “You’re right, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He whispered in her ear as he began thrusting his finger.

She let out a whimper at his words. His finger was thrusting in and out of her as her hips stuttered against him, daring to move. Her hands moved to his muscular back and gripped, her nails digging in his skin causing him to curse. He loved the feeling of her leaving scratches on his back and the way her pussy squeezes his finger. He decided to add another one causing her to cry out.

Her hips began meeting his thrust, each time she moaned. It was like music to his ears as he pulled back to watch her. She looked so beautiful and so focused on getting her orgasm. One of her hands moved down to her clit and she began rubbing, “No.” Pope said and moved her hand off of her, causing her to whine. Pope replaced her fingers with his, “Does that feel better?” He asked and she nodded.

It really did, better than anything she could ever imagine. Her breathing was hard and her hips were stuttering, her pussy was going crazy around his finger and he could tell that she was close, “You close baby?” He asked and she nodded, eager to cum. He removed his fingers before she could cum which made her whine. He took his fingers and licked them, tasting her pussy. Her jaw dropped at the dirty sight in front of her.

She truly couldn’t believe that he was doing this. He dropped to the floor, face to face with her cunt that was still throbbing. He grabbed her legs and threw them over her shoulder. He looked up at her as she looked down with need, “Pope.” She whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was a beg but he leaned forward and licked her clit, never looking away. She squeaked at the feeling and that made him repeat his actions. Her hand moved to his hair, “Please.” She whispered and begged him to do something.

He dove into her pussy causing her to nearly scream, he chuckled against her, the vibrations feeling amazing. She arched her back, trying to move her hips but his hands kept them pinned to the wall. She hated this but was too weak in pleasure to fight it. Her pussy was clenching around nothing as his perfect lips sucked on her clit. She starts whimpering and sobbing as her orgasm crawls back up from before. She needed it, she needed it so bad.

He does something unexpected before she could fall over the edge. He stands up with her legs still over his shoulders. She gasps and throws her head back with a sob, cumming all over his face. Her eyes roll as Pope runs his nose over her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm. She opens her eyes after a minute and looks down to see Pope’s lips and nose covered in her cum.

She laughs and he helps her down before she kisses him, moaning at the taste of herself over his tongue. She pulled away and licked the rest of it off his face. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now. Y/N drops to her knees to repay the favor, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bulge in his boxers, he looked huge and she hasn’t even seen it yet. She pulled down his boxers and gasped, he was huge. His eyes stared down at her, waiting for her next move.

She looked up at him and smirked before running her thumb over the tip. He bit back a groan that threatened to leave his mouth. Her soft hand wrapped around his dick, slowly moving it to jerk him off. He closed his eyes for a moment, breaking the eye contact as he tried not to make any noise. She smirked and licked the tip, watching his eyes open. He could’ve came at the sight. Her eyes never leave his as her mouth takes him whole. He struggled to keep still as she started bobbing her head.

Curse words and her name leave his mouth in a whisper as she moaned against him. His hips bucked nearly causing her to gag. Drool was all over her chin and his cock as he fucked her mouth, trying not to hurt her. She felt herself get wet again at the sight of him trying to hold back. She didn’t want him to so she started swallowing and his hips bucked and thrusting forward hard. Her hands were placed on his thighs as she gripped them.

He started twitching in her mouth and she heard a deep moan from his chest as he came down her throat. He threw his head back as she swallowed all of it and pulls off him. He looks down at her as she wipes her mouth, her lips were swollen and her throat hurt a little but it was so worth it. She stood up and gave him a smirk, “I’ve dreamt of this moment.” She tells him and he cups her face. “How do these dreams end?” He asked her. “With you fucking me up the shower wall, fast and hard while I scream your name and hold on for dear life.” She whispered against his lips. “Where’s the shower?” He asked.

The hot water was hitting both of their bodies, steaming up the room as the water ran over both of them. The room was hot, hotter than it’s ever been as his hips snapped into her. The noises she made echoed in the bathroom and her arms wrapped around Pope as he grunted softly in her ear. She felt like she could barely breathe from how hot it was but it was so worth it.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as one arm was wrapped around her and the other placed on the shower wall. “Was this how your dream went?” He asked her, breathing hard in her ear. “This is so much better.” She whined and clenched around him. “Fuck.” He growled and lost his rhythm getting close to the edge.

Breathy moans leave his lips as he twitches inside of her, “Fuck Pope.” She cries out and holds his head to her neck. “Cum for me.” He says as his hips lose all rhythm he had. Her eyes roll and she lets out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard as she cums all over him. He thrusts a few more times before he lets out a grunt and cums, filling her up.

Pope and Y/N walk into Smurfs house with his arm around her. Everyone turns to look at them and J looks shocked. His jaw is dropped and Y/N winks at him. Pope walks over to him, “You can’t fuck her if you really wanted to.” He says to his nephew, causing her to laugh.

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