#pope heyward drabbles

[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: pope heyward x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: shell suite by chad valley WORD COUNT: 248

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it wasn't a lie that you were broke. so were the rest of the pogues. in your opinion as much as it was shitty it made you appreciate life a lot more than a wad of cash.

money couldn’t buy those morning surfs or just simply soaking up each other's company.

so the pogues always appreciated the little things. you especially, pope found that out as he listened to you the most, hanging onto every single word you spoke as you excitedly walked beside him, happily swinging your intertwined hands.

it started out with him finding the prettiest stones and seashells to give to you.

each time you were a little more amazed at the little trinkets he’d conjure up.

bonus:

it was no lie you and pope were the most introverted out of the group, that's probably what made you click so easily.

so when you weren’t digging up gold or annoying the kooks, the two of you were found in the hammock outside of the chateau with you reading to him. rocking backing and forth normally led to you both falling asleep on each other.

your head laid on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and one behind his head with your legs tangled together.

as you can tell it didn't take the two of you long to get together just by this. everyone became blind to the no pogue on pogue macking rule when it came down to you two.

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[eternalslover]

What do you guys like to read most? I just wanna know, personally I like headcanons more than anything

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

|★|

« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

|★|

« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

|★|

« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

[stvolanis]

Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”

JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.

John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.

Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.

[cassidyandonlycassidy]

my pretty girl

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex, tit play, established relationship, fluffy

“you coming fishing?” jj asks pope, slapping him on the shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before he begins pulling him along.

“baby-” pope looks to you, and you quickly fix your face, a smile spreading over your features. 

“go ahead.” you encourage him. “ive got some cleaning to do around the house anyways.” you shrug.

pope frowns. you should have known better than to attempt to hide your emotions from him, he sees so easily through you. “sorry, jay.” he steps out of his friends hold. “im staying home with y/n.”

jj sighs dramatically, tipping his head back. “fine!” he leaves the patio, grumbling something about all of his friends having girlfriends and leaving him behind.

“you can go, i don't mind.” you say softly as pope sits down on the sofa next to you.

“nope.” he shakes his head. “need some alone time with my pretty girl.” 

you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls you into his side, kisses being pressed against your head. despite dating for almost a year now, pope never fails to make you blush.

“i missed you.” you coo out, snuggling into his chest.

“yeah?” he smirks down at you. “even though it was literally less than 24 hours since i saw you last?”

“ugh, still too long.” you roll your eyes, even though you're happy pope got to spend some time with his friends, a boys night only at the chalet.

“so what cleaning do you have to do? i can help.”

“baby, i was just making something up so you wouldn't feel bad.” you giggle. “i mean, i do have laundry to put away but…”

“but you'd rather do something else?” pope questions.

“mhm…” you stand up slowly, hand squeezing around popes as you pull him inside, walking him towards your room.

“so this is what you meant by missing me?” pope laughs, shutting and locking the door behind you even though no one is home.

“hey.” you pout. “i missed you and i missed you.”

“aw, babygirl.” pope laughs gently, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. you're instantly lost in his lips, not even realizing that pope had moved you further into the room until he's laying you down onto your bed.

“pope…” you whisper. “please.”

“i got you, baby.” he keeps his voice soft and soothing as he kisses you again, allowing you to focus on the kiss as his hands trail over your body, running his fingertips down your arms and cupping your waist, anything to touch you.

“will you-” you begin before suddenly feeling shy when pope looks down at you.

“will i what?” a smile spreads across his face. he loves when you ask him specifically for what you want, instead of just letting him take the lead and do whatever he pleases, having to guess what feels best for you.

“um…” you cover your face with your hands, only getting the confidence to say anything when you don't have to look pope in the eye. “play with my chest.”

you can't get the actual words out. breasts, boobs, tits, whatever you want to call them, and you have to settle for chest as it's the least embarrassing.

“hell yeah.” pope let's his excitement slip before calming himself, knowing how much his energy effects you.

popes large hands cup over your chest, rubbing at your breasts through your tank top and bra. pope kisses you again, but keeps them light so you can really pay attention to his palms rubbing against your nipples.

“can i take this off?” pope asks, hands moving down your stomach and disappearing underneath the hem of your shirt.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting up to allow him to pull the fabric away, leaving you in just a bra. pope has seen you naked many times before, but every time feels new and intimate with how gentle and caring he is.

“my pretty girl.” he coos out, warm brown eyes looking into yours.

pope reaches behind your back and unclips your bra after struggling with the clasp for a second, but he doesn't instantly pull it away.

he starts with the straps, slowly guiding them down your shoulders as his mouth follows with kisses, spreading goosebumps along your arms.

“pope.” you whimper out, a plea for more.

“mhm.” he hums, understanding what you're asking for as he pulls the cups down, revealing your already hard nipples.

he doesn't even wait to get your bra all the way off before his mouth latches onto your skin, tongue briefly flicking over your nipple before his plush lips wrap around the bud with a soft suck.

your hands come to his curly hair, scrunching it between your fingers as he plays with your chest using his mouth, switching back and forth to give each side equal attention.

“does that feel good?” he asks, a smile on his face. it's a rhetorical question, if the moans didn't tell him, then the blissed out look on your face would.

pope goes back to sucking on your nipple, one of his hands cupping your other breast, thumb swiping over your nipple as his other hand skirts down your stomach.

you feel your breath suck in before you even realize as he passes over the button on your shorts and delves right between your legs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.

“oh, god!” you squeal out. “pope!”

you can feel his smile against your chest as he rubs his fingers into you, pushing your already wet underwear against your cunt, focusing in on where he knows your clit is, having memorized your entire body from head to toe.

“i need you.” you whine. “come on, please.”

pope looks up at you, his gaze heated as his hand continues to rub against your core. “need me where?”

“need you…” you whisper out. “need you to fuck me.”

“that's my girl.” pope leans in and gives you a kiss. he always tries to encourage you when you manage to use your words.

pope moves so he's kneeling between your spread thighs. the first thing he does is rip his shirt off, and you ignore the urge to reach up and rub your hands against his defined muscles.

“my handsome boy.” you smile up at him, love so evident in your eyes, echoing the words he always says to you.

“love you.” pope knows his cock is straining against his shorts, and you are beyond desperate for him, but he still pauses to lean down and give you yet another kiss.

“love you too.” you coo back. it hasn't been all that long since you've made that declaration to each other, so the words still feel exciting every time they're said.

popes hands focus in on the zipper and buttons of your shorts, quickly undoing them to slide the jeans off your legs as he tosses them away. 

you smile shyly as he begins to focus on getting himself the rest of the way undressed as you slip your underwear off and let them fall off the bed as you splay out.

“look at you.” pope coos, making sure to get the condom out of his pocket. despite you being on birth control, you're always extra cautious, way too young and responsible to get pregnant.

“come on.” you giggle, impatient, as he takes the condom and rips the foil, spreading the rubber over his length.

“kay, ready.” pope gets himself into position, holding himself up over top of you as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

you take a deep breath to relax your body as he pushes inside, making sure to go extra slow to allow you to adjust.

“f-fuck.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into you as popes hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.

“give me a minute.” you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. pope distracts himself with kissing along your jaw and neck until you give him a nod, a signal that it's alright to move.

“feel so good baby.” pope groans out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady at first.

“mmm.” you hum out, unable to actually form words in response.

popes back arches as he ducks his head to wrap his mouth around your nipple again, sucking as his hips slowly increase in pace.

you moan out, arms pressing him closer into your chest, encouragement to continue as he pumps into you, knowing neither of you can last that long.

“so warm and wet for me baby.” pope praises you, switching to the other side of your chest as the wet squelching sound spreads over the room with every movement of his cock.

“only for you.” you smile softly, glad when pope lifts his head to press a kiss against your lips. 

“love you, love you, love you.” pope says, forever the soft and sweet boyfriend that you fell so deeply for.

“cum for me.” he urges you, shifting his weight to one arm to allow his other hand to drop, rubbing circles over your clit.

“oh my god!” you squeal out, head tilting back, pressing into the pillow as his fingertips work against your bud, having figured out just what you like and what touches get you there fastest.

“fuck, can feel you clenching around me.” pope gasps, hips moving faster, fucking into you with a fury that you know means he's going to cum soon.

“i-i-” you try to warn pope, but the words dissolve into moans as your orgasm hits you, high washing over your body as your legs shake, the tightening of your pussy causing pope to cum as well, pushing his hips forward to cum as deeply inside of you as possible, even if he is sheathed with a condom.

“fuck! baby!” pope shouts out, a few final thrusts before he pulls out, collapsing against the bed next to you.

“oh my god.” you giggle, legs snapping closed to cover the mess between your thighs as your hands come to your face, hiding your bright red cheeks from pope.

“you're so cute.” pope kisses over top of your hands before standing up and heading to the bathroom to discard his condom, coming back with a warm wet washcloth.

you keep your face covered as he cleans you up, always feeling a little shy right after sex.

“hey.” pope pokes you.

you put your hands down, a soft smile on your face as he hands you your clothes to put back on. despite knowing no one will be home for many more hours, you don't like to risk getting caught by hanging around naked.

you both get dressed quickly before you wrap your arms around popes shoulders, tucking your head into his neck.

“thank you.” you whisper. “that was really, really, really, good.”

“always happy to help.” pope laughs, reaching down to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the house, back towards the patio to continue relaxing.

“ah, so that's why you didn't go fishing.”

“jj!” you squeal, jumping out of popes arms.

“what? john b was busy with sarah so i came back here. y'all are loud by the way.” jj shrugs.

“dude, im going to kill you.” pope says, rushing after jj as your laughter spreads throughout the backyard, watching your boyfriend chase his friend through the grass.

[ervotica]

BAMBI'S INSTAGRAM

pope heyward x bambi!reader

bambi!reader is a sweetheart. she bakes, she crafts, she naps, and she loves all things pope. you'll find her lounging at the beach, making sandcastles, surfing (badly), or helping out at heyward's seafood (and, in the process, securing her place as heyward's favourite child). she's a little ditsy, spending most of her time outdoors catching critters and falling asleep in places that no one should nap. she's cuddly, a little flighty, and very clumsy. more bruises and scrapes than you can count; you will always find her with pope's arm around her or his hand in hers to keep her from toppling over. kie and sarah are her very best friends (and partners in critter catching and crime!), and the boys only tease her a little for being so clumsy (fine, a lot).

check out the tag pope and bambi for more of these two!

bonus heyward content

[cute-sucker]

three mistakes

words: 880 tags: kook!pope x reader note: thank you @princessbrunette for reading the draft !! love u <3

when pope first met you he didn't think much.

after all he was the smartest kid in the grade, so of course you were insignificant. you may have been a scholarship kid, a nice one at that. that was your number one mistake, and there were three that you committed that first week you arrived at kook academy.

two. you were a little too sweet on him, he thought because you always smiled brightly at him, and wore those cute little skirts. last week you had given him a brownie that you said you, "made." but then you dropped the napkin and leaned down to get it for him it was the school uniform, but you sure knew how to lay it sweet.

so what? you were pretty, but pope didn't fall for that sort of thing. nah, he had seen enough pretty bimbos, and after you were new. you couldn't change anything.

three. that was until science class. it was one of his easier subject but then again what subject was hard for him? and then he was laughing to his friends, the desk pushed back, and a smirk on his face. you were sitting in front of him, head bowed down and deep in thought. you were still thinking even after the teacher had left for a few minutes.

he had a sudden thought, just a small comment might tip you off. he'd experienced this with other girls. they liked it to argue, or teasingly fight, and you were there in front of him, just waiting to be messed with.

but what to say to you? pope had to be sly with these comments, just something to make your cheeks go red without causing your smile to wilt. it was art what pope could do with his sweet mouth, and pretty soft eyes. some said that his dick was the size of his ego, and some put it a little nicer — that he was charming. but that didn't matter because when he looked at you he knew he had to say something sweet but scandalous enough to cause you to giggle. he would never admit this—but he wanted to hear your laugh.

suddenly he remembered the butterfly necklace you always had on. it was silver, and so shiny on you. he swore that there was some sort of school regulation about jelewy, but you had managed to pass by with that cute necklace. it was little dangly thing that lay before your chest. it had dainty wings, and glittery in the sun. it reminded him of you.

"y'know i always thought butterflies were like cockroaches with wings. ugly you know?" pope muttered to his friend. but he couldn't help but gesture at you in a sly moment, and his friends got it. they sniggered, and pope knew in another life he would ditch the bastards for how stupid they were. antoni was the smartest of the bunch.

it was almost as if that piqued your interest. you turned around, doe eyes wide almost as if you were shocked and taken aback.

"i think butterflies are beautiful," you whispered outraged, tightly holding onto your necklace. pope could barely keep in his laughter at your dumbstruck expression. he leaned in to take a full look at your face before looking back at his friends with a mock surprised face.

"yea' you think?" he whispered crudely. "can a dumb little bunny like you think?"

suddenly, you seemed to coil in, biting your lip, hot tears welting up in your eyes. he could see the way your hands shook beneath the desk as you furiously turned around to face him. "butterflies can see ultraviolet colors that are invisible to the human eye," you cried out.

pope found him stopping in his tracks because he swore there were tears in your eyes when you whispered out the fact. yet, he couldn't find himself to care, somehow he found himself enjoying the look on your face. almost wonderstruck, he found himself taking in your pretty face.

what he wanted to say to you was, "so what?" but he found grinning at you like you were a child.

his friends were laughing behind his back, and but he could feel the stinging sensation that what you had said had mattered a lot more than the stupid conversations that he had.

and somewhere in the middle of this, you were glaring at him, and then sniffed before turning away from him.

but he shrugged it off. what could you do anyways? huh? cry to your parents about how pope heyward couldn't take you seriously. for all you knew, if your parents did complain, the dean of kook academy probably shrug you off because pope heyward was an asset to their school. but there was something inside of him, something soft and nice said that knew he should say sorry, yet when the bell rung he watched you leave the room in a rush only leaving him with a dirty glare.

so he forgot about it. you were just another dirt poor scholorship kid? the last one had to leave because they couldn't take the academics. funny. maybe the same would happen to you.

⊹˚. ♡

you ran home crying, mascara running down your face, as you pulled your tiny skirt down. you had tried to be nice, you had tried to kind and most of all you had tried your best to be friends with everyone. goddamn it you had even given heyward a brownie! he clearly didn't like you.

what was it? what was so wrong with you that he felt the need to be mean to you? all you had done was tried. you had always tried, as your head felt empty and studied till your hands were sore from highlighting and your eyes felt bleary from scanning pages. until it all paid off and you were off to kook academy.

your cousin kiara had told you to wear your butterfly charm, and the two of you made brownies. she had yelled bye to you that first day, and now you sat next to her crying your eyes out.

"what went wrong?" she asked you quietly, as you burrowed your head into your pillow. you groaned, and shook your head furiously.

"don't wanna talk about it," you whispered looking up at her. she looked at you sternly, and you finally let out a soft sigh, "it's pope heyward," at this she rolled her eyes, tilting her head as she thought of a plan. you hoped that somehow she would find an answer - a solution to your problem

"i think you should get back at heyward. be smarter than him. that's how assholes like him work. they have crazy big egos but that's all he has. he looks wimpy to me," she scoffed looking at the previous yearbook where you had furiously crossed out pope's face.

"yeah right," you huffed at her, crossing your arms as your eyebrows were knit together. "he's ten times smarter than me."

"no, i think your underestimating yourself. just wait and see, and don't you dare lose the butterfly charm."

so you listened to her, and the next day you had little pink bows with butterfly imprints. in fact you strutted up to pope and gave him a dirty look, and you saw the way his eyes got wide before he opted for his all-knowing smirk.

"looking like a really pretty bunny. did you wear those bows for me?" he snickered, nudging his friends when he said that. you gritted your teeth and just walked the other way.

you were going to beat him. you knew you were going to. today the class was getting their results back for the major english assignments. you were hoping to get something high enough to throw in his face, and you knew you would relish the look on his face.

"class, we'll be handing out test scores now for the written passage. ," your teacher droned before stopping before your test and handing you yours with a smile. you felt happiness bloom in your heart-it had to be good right?

quickly you turned it around, and looked at the circled number. 100, a pristine number that was circled along with a "distinct voice." you felt yourself beaming, until you felt a tap on your back. it was heyward, yet he looked uneasy. he was glancing at your hidden paper.

"what did you get?"

of course he'd want to know. he'd want to know what you got so he could average it himself. after all this was your first test of the year, and he was checking if you really were the scholarship kid that could get the best grades. you found yourself smiling secretly, biting your lip.

finally he gave you a pointed look, "do i need to clarify? what did you get on your test?" he asked exasperated.

you bit your lip from beaming too hard, and shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "full marks, i guess."

"what does that mean?" he grinned, "is that a 60% for you? would make sense, bunny," he muttered, his brown eyes glinting with humour. now you would have been sadder, but instead there was a venomous bite to your speech.

"do i need to clarify? it's a hundred percent."

he shut up, glaring at you, "you're lying."

"yeah, what did you get?" you bit back.

he shook his head, "none of your business."

so that was it. you let it go and turned away looking pleased. the last went by easier, and the golden hundred was still shining in the paper. it was a triumph. a win that pope heyward understood.

it was here that pope realised that he had made one mistake.

he had underestimated you.

[sunniepoo]

Omg please more love island!pope!!!!

ahhh this one will be very brief but i’ll do a proper full length one later because i love this!!

♡︎༻🌊༺♡︎

pope gains major appeal from the public because despite his extremely good looks he still holds that awkward loser personality that’s just so fuckable and everyone loves how he treats the girls with so much respect

he is defo stuck in a few friendship couples before you come along as a bombshell and he is thinking he must’ve been a saint in his past life because you are everything he wants in a woman and more

he genuinely worships the ground you walk on but it’s so shocking for him to receive this energy back like someone who needs him as much as he needs them

it’s a very instant quick connection and he finds himself falling quickly which is why he does what he does at casa, but it really is a big shock to everyone - he does recouple with you but his actions do affect the course of your relationship

but the boy knows how to grovel and get you back, the whole interaction is very serena and kordell and there are so many edits being made - people just want you two to get back together as quick as possible!!

♡︎༻🌊༺♡︎

[etherealnott]

thinking about making an outerbanks dr just for this man. because look. at. him. (i love this nerdy guy sm)

[venuslcver]

pope was one of the lucky ones — able to use his deep understanding and intelligence to gain access to the education he had always feigned for. leaving him to be taunted at, by kooks.

as the person he was, he did tend to take it too personally. yet, another adoring quality of pope was he avoided conflict at any cost. no matter the environment, he stayed his honorable self.

though, the belittling began to get under his skin less and less with the help of your encouragement. he never knew how he could possibly have a girlfriend that was the complete opposite of him. maybe you were always, well, fiery. or you were the product of your environment.

just accustomed to the competitive, power-hungry atmosphere you were brought up in. then, popey came along with his upbeat personality, not persona — real-life personality. just thrilled to have the opportunity he did. it didn't take long for you two to connect; becoming inseparable.

when first getting together, pope invited you to have dinner at his parent's restaurant, to which, his parents were rather confused by the dynamic that was unfolding in front of them.

y'all kept each other in balance — he kept you from strangling every last person at school, and you forced him to become unscathed by the commentary of the entire school. or rather, every critique in his life. though, you were hell-bent that he should at least stand up for himself once.

your abrupt, forward personality grew quickly on his entire family, leaving them, rather, fond of you. you forced pope to unstick himself from the wall — getting him out of his comfort zone. without freaking the fuck out constantly.

pope about had a panic attack the first time you suggested him sneaking in your house, and spending the night. the simple idea of being caught caused a frenzy in his mind. along with fears of what would come after sneaking in. he has performance fears, what can he say?

slowly, but surely coaxing him out of his intimacy fretting spell. you didn't mind it though. every other guy in the school would be pushing for sex the second interest was shown. not pope, though.

[greengoblinswifey]

I need more Pope Heyward smut pls

summary— after a surf-off with Pope, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect. you invite him back to your place, where a shared shower leads to an intimate connection.

warnings— sub!pope then kinda dom!pope, dom!reader, oral, face sitting, hand job, praise kink, mentions of good boy, squirting, unprotected sex.

a/n— sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ll be faster next time!

The sun was high, casting golden light across the waves as you stood at the edge of the surf, surrounded by kooks and pogues. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Pope as he paddled out, his focus intent on the waves. When he caught you watching, he flashed a quick smile that sent a small thrill through you.

He wiped out on a wave just as some of the kooks, including Ruthie, burst out laughing. “Heyward, you should stick to your side of the island!” she jeered. They were enjoying themselves a little too much, but before you knew it, you stepped forward and spoke up, voice steady. “Enough, he’s doing great.”

The laughter faded, and they threw you surprised looks before shrugging it off and talking amongst themselves. When they turned to leave for Topper’s place, you stayed behind, waiting for Pope as he wrung out his shirt, breathless from the surf.

“You’re not going to Topper’s?” he asked, an almost hopeful edge to his voice.

“Nah. Thought I’d skip it,” you replied with a shrug. You hesitated, then added, “I have some beers back at mine if you want to join me. And there’s a movie theatre downstairs if you wanna watch a movie later.”

He cleared his throat, eyes widening just a bit. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

At your place, you two settled onto the large back porch with beers in hand, the conversation flowing as naturally as the tide. You laughed over each other’s stories, and the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the island in warm amber.

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Pope murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

You shrugged, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Someone had to. They don’t know you like I do.”

Your hand brushed his, and the light, easy laughter between you stilled, replaced by a heavy silence. You watched him, heart racing as his gaze dipped to your lips. “I- I don’t usually end up here,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.

You smirked, feeling bolder than ever. “Maybe you should.”

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle and intense all at once. You melted into each other’s arms, the sound of the waves a soft backdrop to the moment you’d both been waiting for.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and flashed him a mischievous grin. Leaning down, you started kissing along his neck, feeling him tense under you. Each time you shifted, his quiet moans escaped, his voice soft but full of need. You couldn't help but smile against his skin, murmuring, “You make such pretty sounds, you know that?”

His cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you, completely caught in the moment. Taking his hand, you led him through the house and upstairs to the bathroom connected to your room. In the bathroom, you turned to face him, feeling the warmth between you grow. With a gentle pull, you stepped back toward the shower, turning on the water and letting the steam fill the room.

As you let the water wash over you, he joined you, eyes full of awe. He was practically speechless, captivated by the sight of you in the soft light and steam, naked in front of him.

As you turned to face him, you noticed his breath hitching and his cheeks flushed. Smiling, you grabbed the soap, lathering it up in your hands before gliding them over his chest, feeling each tense muscle beneath your fingers. He let out a gasp as you moved lower, his breaths growing shallow, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping past his lips.

He stuttered, eyes meeting yours with a mix of need and hesitation. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned close, murmuring seductively in his ear, “Only if you cum for me like a good boy.” You continued the teasing motion, moving your hands up and down on his rock hard cock, drawing out each gasp until his voice broke in a quiet plea. When he asked for permission, you nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you as he surrendered completely.

Afterward, he reached for you, fingers trembling slightly as he trailed kisses along your neck, his hands moving with a gentleness that was all his own. Taking the soap, he carefully lathered your shoulders, moving down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. When the shower ended, you both stepped out and wrapped in towels, drying each other off with soft, lingering touches.

You led Pope into your room, glancing back with a teasing smile. His gaze was soft yet filled with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity between you. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently pull you into his arms, his touch careful and almost reverent.

“You’re so so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in awe, and you felt warmth spread through you at the tenderness in his voice.

Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger as his arms tightened around you. When you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.

“Think you can keep up with me?” you teased, your voice playful yet inviting. Pope chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anything you ask.”

“Then show me,” you murmured, guiding him back, savoring every moment together. His shyness faded with each kiss, and in his gaze, you saw only admiration and desire, making every shared moment feel even more meaningful. “Make me feel good.”

Pope was much stronger than you evidently, this was proven much further when he lifted you up by your thighs into the air making you squeal. “Oh my- Oh my god Pope?!”

He chuckled and you gasped in surprise as his mouth came in contact with your core. He had you hovering in the air as he ate you out. He licked and suckled on your clit like a man possessed, like your pussy was the only thing that could satisfy the primal hunger in him. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he ravished you.

Swiftly, he laid on the bed, making sure your pussy landed right in his mouth. Your gasp and moans filled the room as you writhed under him, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his tongue buried deep inside you before it flicked your clit and sent surges of pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Taste so good baby, so fucking good,” he groaned beneath you, slipping a finger in as he focused on your clit.

“Mhm- I think I’m gonna cum Pope, or pee, wait I have to get up,” you gasped.

Pope smirked under you, knowing what was about to happen. You tried to get up from off him but he held you firmly down on his face ravishing you as the urge to pee became unbearable.

“Pope!” you moaned, feeling fluid spurt from your pussy in what felt like showers. You hadn’t peed tho, you squirted. For the first time too. He continued licking and sucking the remnants of your juices from your pussy before finally allowing you to breathe and get off his face.

“That was so hot, was that your first time— you know?” he asked.

You nodded breathlessly before capturing his glistening lips in a heated kiss. You were all you could taste on his lips.

“Alright you had your fun, my turn.” he smirked. You loved the sound of that.

He hovered above you, using the head of his leaking cock to tease your pussy as you writhed underneath him. “Beg me,” he said, making your eyes widen, “beg me to fuck you.”

He was playing the same game you did with him and you loved it.

“Please Pope, put it in, fuck me baby,” you begged.

He slowly pushed into your leaking cunt, clearly satisfied and you arched into him, your body on fire already.

“That’s it, what a good girl, take it all,” he cooed, inching his very long dick inside you. When he was finally inside, you both paused, savoring the moment of him being inside you for the first time.

“You’re so deep,” you whined.

“That’s right baby, so deep inside this pussy.”

He started moving, thrusting inside you at a steady pace as you wrapped your neck around him. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in the fine specimen of a man above you as he started to pound into you harder. You almost couldn’t take it.

“Sorry baby, you just feel so good, so fucking wet, I have to go faster.”

You nodded and gasped as he picked up the pace, pounding into you roughly as the sound of skin slapping and both your almost pornographic moans filled the room. He sucked on your nipples, biting gently and swirling his tongue them as he reached down and rubbed your clit fast. Before long, you clenched around his hard cock, squirting again.

He looked down, smirking at the soaked sheets and his torso smeared with your fluids. You didn’t think you could go anymore and he picked up on it, laying gentle kisses all over your face as he chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum beautiful?” he asked, between panting.

“On my face.”

He pulled out quickly and came exactly where you asked. You played with his balls and stuck your tongue out, catching the ropes of cum in your mouth as everything spurted out.

“I- I’m coming so much for you beautiful, fucking hell,” he panted.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

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it’s going to be okay | j.m.

synopsis: in which you give JJ hope that things are going to get better

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When you received a call from JJ asking you to pick him up from his place at 1 in the morning, you couldn't help but panic.

Getting into your car and speeding down there, your mind was racing and your palms were sweating. This was definitely not the first time you had received this kind of call from JJ, but you couldn't help but panic every single time.

You didn't know what to expect when you pulled into his driveway, but once you saw him sitting on the porch with his head in his hands, you knew it was nothing good.

"Babe, what's wrong?" you asked once you had exited the car and stopped in front of him.

He was still silent, his breathing deep and harsh.

"JJ, you're scaring me. What happened?" you asked again, this time in a much lower voice.

You crouched down in front of him, softly putting your hand on his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling of you touching him, but relaxed soon after once his body registered your soft touch.

When he looked up at you and you saw his bloody nose and the bruises already forming on the side of his jaw and under his eye, you gasped in shock.

"It's not as bad as it looks like" he commented, trying to shrug the whole thing off and downplay the entire situation.

"Who did this to you?" your voice was no louder than a whisper, the words getting stuck in your throat.

You couldn't believe that someone could hurt him like this, how someone could even think about laying a hand on him. He had such a big heart, he was so special to everyone around him, seeing him like this made your blood boil.

"It was nobody, don't worry about it" you could tell from his voice that he was holding back tears, something he tended to do a lot.

You were about to put up a fight and insist, but seeing his broken expression was enough to make you let it go. You had learned over the years that it was never a wise decision to pressure JJ into talking about what he had on his mind.

He would eventually come to you, and you just had to be patient.

"Come on, let's go home and get you cleaned up" you helped him get into your car, your heart breaking when you heard him hiss and clutch his ribs.

The ride to your house was silent, neither of you daring to speak. Your mind was racing as hell, adrenaline pumping through your veins when you thought about your boyfriend being hurt by someone.

You didn't even realize you had made it home until you were faced with your garage, which was empty. Your parents weren't home, thankfully.

It wouldn't be the first time they would see JJ in this state, but you knew JJ didn't want them seeing him like that, seeing him vulnerable. He was supposed to be the strong one, not the other way around.

"Come on" your voice was soft as you looked at JJ, who was not making eye contact with you. He was staring straight ahead, his lip wobbling as he tried to keep his feelings inside.

You got out of the car and helped him walk up the stairs to your room, going slowly as to not cause him any more pain.

The door to your bathroom was open, so JJ silently walked over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, patiently waiting for you to come back with your first aid kit.

Just like you always did for him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you asked once you appeared and took out a cloth and some betadine. Your voice was still small, not wanting to spook him or make him uncomfortable.

You dabbed the cloth in the little bottle and stood between his legs, your hand hovering over his cuts.

"I..." he started but stopped as soon as the cloth made contact with his skin. He hissed loudly, the sting of his cuts making the words die out in his throat.

He should have been used to it, you would patch him up at least once a week or every 2 weeks. But this time, his father really did a number on him.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be quick" you said and proceeded to clean his cuts as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"It was my dad" he spoke after you finished, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"What? Your dad did this to you?" you were in disbelief. You couldn't believe his own father could hurt him like that.

Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes, the information having hit you like a ton of bricks. How could a father do hat to his own child?

How did you fail to see it? See how broken JJ truly was, how uncomfortable he seemed to get whenever someone mentioned his home. How could you have missed all the signs?

"Hey, don't cry, I'm okay" he tried to get up and comfort you, but the pain in his ribs and stomach prevented him from doing that.

You didn't say anything but closed the gap between you and hugged him tightly to your body, making sure not to squeeze him too tightly.

You silently cried into his shoulder, one of your hands in his hair and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. He hugged you weakly, trying to hold in a pained moan that was threatening to leave his throat.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I should've realized he was hurting you sooner, I didn't know. I'm so sorry you had to go through this" you whispered over and over again, tears continuously falling down your cheeks.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. I didn't want you to know, it's my fault" he comforted you, placing a kiss under your ear.

It amazed you how selfless he was. Even now, when he was hurting and he just needed someone there, he still tried to comfort you and make sure you're okay.

"You're okay now, baby. He's not going to hurt you anymore because you're not going to that house again, do you hear me?" you slightly pulled away from the hug, instead holding his face in your hands to make sure he was listening to you.

"I can't, I don't have anywhere to go. John B needs his space, I can't hang out there all the time" his voice is so quiet, like he is afraid of speaking any louder.

"You're going to stay here with me, okay? My parents adore you, they will be over the moon of having you here all the time, and you'll be keeping me company when they're not home. Please?" you pulled your best puppy dog face you could muster, knowing that he won't be able to resist you.

Just as expected, he nodded and manages to crack a small smile, a sight which warmed your heart.

"I don't deserve you" he spoke next, making your stare harden.

"You do, stop saying that. You deserve me and everything good that life has to offer. You're perfect, JJ, and anyone who doesn't think that is not worth it"

He chewed the inside of his lip while looking at you, trying not to break in front of you because of how grateful he was.

"Okay" he finally said, squeezing your waist in his hands. "I love you"

"I love you too"

You closes the gap between you, your lips finding home with each other.

Nothing was alright right now. The bruises and cuts covering JJ's body were proof of that. But with time, everything was going to be okay.

You were both going to be okay.

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Kook! Athlete! Pope

idk shit about sports but kook!pope is definitely a track and field star to me !

Kook!Athlete! Pope who’s forever doing his drills shirtless, even if he hasn’t even broke a sweat yet.. he’s a show off and he knows it

Kook!Athlete! Pope always has you front and centre in the stands at practice. Pope likes to feel important, and this dynamic is only amplified if you’re a cheerleader ! Pope is born for the jock/cheerleader trope tbh

Kook!Athlete!Pope who needs to be the best. He’s already successful academically, and on the field is no different. He gets really into training and sometimes he over frustrates himself

Kook! Athlete! Pope who takes his frustrations out on you in the locker room after practice. He doesn’t give a fuck of his teammates hear him, in fact he gets off on it.

Kook! Athlete! Pope who loves seeing you wear his jerseys/sweaters etc, he’s possessive so you bet he’s letting other people know who you belong to

Kook! Athlete! Pope who loves when you braid his hair before a competition, resting his head between your legs as he sits on the floor. It’s a bonding ritual, and he’ll even let you out a bow or beads in them

Kook!Athlete! Pope who’s a gym rat. Before you get together he’s forever posting thirst traps w songs targeted towards you…It works

Kook! Athlete! Pope who has a whole photo album dedicated to pictures of you together during practice or competitions. His favourite one is you wearing his gold medal with the biggest, most beautiful smile on your face

Kook! Athlete! Pope does that ‘draping arm over the shoulder’ thing when he wins, skin glistening with big gold around his neck… “This is for you, Ma”

Kook! Athlete! Pope who proposes after winning one of his competitions. He’s on top of the world, and taking your hand could only make it better…

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pope is so pretty I’m gonna cum chat.

pope, your dads new best friend, was a little different than all your other dads friends. at the dinner table, popes fingers would dance across your thighs, parting them just enough to slip his highly skilled fingers into your core. “Didn’t wear panties for me? good girl.” He’d whisper, watching you grip onto your fork like your life depended on it as his thumb circled your little bundle of nerves!

you purposely leave your door cracked open when your dad told you pope would be swinging by to pick something up while he was gone, leaving you alone in the house. And of course, Popes gonna check up on his favorite girl! But, unexpectedly, his cock jumps at the sight of you with your legs spread, and a pink dildo slipping past your puffy folds :3

what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help his best friends daughter cum? A lousy one! He helps you shove the rather small dildo into your cunt repeatedly, while muttering things like, “my baby just wants to be full, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” And, “you’re gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you?”. Pope knows you can’t respond, but he thinks you’re so cute when you babble out incoherent words!! >.< Just let him do all the work for you💕

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Can I get platonic hcs between JJ and Popes younger (13-14) sister? Seeing JJ and Pope’s relationship and the way Hayward hugged JJ, it’s obvious his family cares for JJ. So maybe Pope’s younger sister thinks of JJ as an older brother too and spends her time hanging around the pogues be with JJ and Pope

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platonic jj x heyward!readera hcs

♡︎ He was often over at your house, sometimes it led to him babysitting you with pope home alone quite a few times.

♡︎ he calls you all sorts of nicknames. “Squirt, shorty, lil heyward.” The list goes on.

♡︎ super duper protective of you! He once heard about some kids making fun of you and pope literally had to hold him back from beating up some kids.

♡︎ pope gets slightly offended when you have a problem and go to jj instead of him.

♡︎ and one day you come up to him and tell him he was like an older brother to you he almost teared up, but just smiled and wrapped his arms around you, ruffling your hair with his fist.

♡︎ He really loves to give you noogies out of the blue.

♡︎ There’s times where the pogues are gone for long periods of time and you’re like “where’s pope and jj?” ): and you’ll literally spam both their phones until one of them answers you

♡︎ it’s usually pope answering first nd then your like “is jj with you?” and he just sends you sum like this.

♡︎ you both make fun of pope behind his back. Jj and you flip him off and stick out your tongues when he turns around, while Jj cackles like a witch.

“I can hear you!” He’ll say, huffing and glancing over his shoulder, seeing both of you giggle and sip your water like kids, acting innocent.

“Whatttttttt? We didn’t say anything.”

♡︎ sometimes pope is convinced you like jj more than him

♡︎ you guys are basically Dustin and Steve in stranger things.

♡︎ Pope gets a lil concerned on the influence he has on you when you start using his lingo.

“I mean, dude, it’s like-“

“Who are you calling dude?” You never call him dude!

♡︎ You also have this handshake you do every time you see each other.

♡︎ basically your his lil best friend fr !!

[nemesyaaa]

half return. momma's boy!pope x maneater!reader.

warnings : slight smut so minors DNI.

you were a maneater, and your favorite type was momma's boy. in particular, the pogues because they were different.

you were the kind of woman everyone saw from miles away but also knew so well. you had a bad reputation. people talked a lot behind your back to say bad things but you didn't have time, either to listen, care or to respond.

oh no, you were way above these people. the attention you were looking for was not from them, but from the other side, from those who were not really rich, who were struggling to live and who lived without worrying about the consequences.

you were a maneater, so obviously there was a hungry beast in your heart and today, like every other day, the beast was hungry. the monster wanted to eat some man.

you weren't really a momma's girl, and you were hated by your boyfriends' mothers..you weren't good enough for their son. you were too mean, too vulgar, too honest. you were nothing like a daughter-in-law and yet, men dreamed of marrying you.

it wasn't a question of dream bodies, you had marks on your body, a little belly, peculiarities but you knew how to hide your insecurities. you had the attitude and the reputation.

you were like a jaguar, magnificent, confident and glorious.

today, you had a crush on a guy. pope heyward according to one of your friends. he was part of a group of pogues who were pretty well known for being troublemakers.

but him. this man, you knew he never did anything wrong. you knew he was a good boy who wanted to please his mother, and who easily fell in love with girls stronger than him.

you knew in advance that pope heyward was too nice. and that you were going to eat him so easily.

the heat was so hot. you wore a white top that barely hid the bottom of your tits, but showed off your belly piercing quite well. the sun made your precious toy sparkle. you had jewelry everywhere, strass on your teeth, dozens of rings on your fingers, more than five necklaces around your neck, and twenty bracelets around your arms. you had the money for, well, your daddy's money.

your jeans came down to your hips, exposing your black thong. physically, you couldn't be pope heyward’s type. everyone would have bet on it.

when he looked up, you met his gaze. you could sense that he was shyer than his blond friend next to him. because he, well his friend had smiled directly at you.

you had kindly ignored him because he wasn’t the one you wanted. no, you wanted the shy guy, the one who would never assume what you would make him feel.

“ hi pope ! “ you smiled.

"so rude of you to ignore me but so kook of you." said jj.

“ start by not making trouble with my friends the kooks.”

“ okay, so you'll stop sleeping with all my pogue friends.”

“ is it jealousy, jj? did you want your blow job too or you just a crybaby that much?”

the tension had started to rise and pope had cleared his throat.

" can i help you ? " he talked with a friendly voice.

"i don't know what to choose for an ice cream flavor.”

“ i can make you a personal cream if you want.”

“i don’t understand why you hate me so much jj but okay, i will just ignore you. ”

“i’'m going to smoke, pope. be careful with her.” he had placed a hand on his friend's shoulder before disappearing as if to warn him.

“don't pay attention to him. he's not mean, just a little too protective.”

“you look like you've been broken many times.”

"not really. girls don't really hang out with me.”

“they’re missing something.”

you looked at each other through the mirror window for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“are you flirting with me?”

“yes, pope heyward. i'm flirting with you.”

“ you don’t know me. "

“that’s why i want to know you. i know, i'm not your type. ”

“i don’t mean to be rude but you have a reputation as a maneater.”

“don't be a sheep who follows others people, pope. especially when you are different from the others. you are a smart person.”

“what flavors of ice cream do you want?”

“i want your favorite.”

you smiled. when you handed him the money to get your ice cream back, he politely refused.

“it’s on the house.”

“ i really want to pay. i’m a customer like any other.”

“if you want to pay so much, you can pay differently.”

" how ?"

" you can ask me out on a date? it will give you the opportunity to get to know me better."

“so smart of my boy. oh and don't tell jj about that. “

“ i don't want to lie to him. “

“ just don't tell him, pope. it's about us, only, okay ? “

“ okay. you're too pretty, i can't resist. “

“ you're the only pretty thing here. “

and that was how you started dating pope heyward.

you were a maneater so obviously pope had fallen really hard in love.

you were so different from all the girls he knew. when he was with you, he had this vital need to make you happy, to buy for you, to cut checks, to possess you, to be your only boy.

you had a strong energy, the kind that made you feel like you had it all and had it all under control. you were convincing and confident. you hated losing control. and perhaps that was the reason for your attraction to soft and naive boys.

pope's mother didn't like you. she hated when you went to their house, when you kissed her son, when you slept with him. she hated the idea of you two being together.

sometimes pope felt bad about it. he didn't want to disappoint anyone. but he couldn't be both your boy and his mother's boy.

once on a summer evening, you invited him to your place so that it was just the two of you. you showed him your room, your favorite things, your jewelry, your family photos, everything that mattered to you. then you put on some music.

he was lying there in the bed, shirtless with only his pants on, a cigarette in his lips, his eyes hanging on your moving body. he only looked at you, you were the only thing that existed.

you were beautiful. the frightening and majestic beauty of the jaguar. you moved so elegantly. you were in control of your body, you knew how to make it beautiful, how to make it so attractive.

jazz was coming out of the record player. you were in your underwear, enjoying the air coming in through the open window. you spun and spun as if the world had stopped.

you almost fell, but pope caught you in his arms.

"perfect. let's dance together, all night, momma's boy."

“don’t call me that.”

“isn’t that what you are?”

you laughed and he captured your laugh with his lips, kissing your mouth gently.

“i want to stay here forever.”

" where ? "

"in your arms. here. in my room. i just want you, pope. ”

you had started kissing every part of his face, placing wet kisses on his soft skin.

“i want you. and you want me too.”

“you know, we will have to take responsibility for our relationship.”

"i know, i know but not now. it's fun being a secret isn't it?”

you started to bite him gently, and he started to flee your small bites. this little thing had turned into a playful fight.

he had the advantage because he was on top of you, him catching every one of your thrusts. you managed to get out of his grip and rolled onto your side before getting on the bed.

he followed you, and you threw the first punch. right in the chest. he had subdued you quickly, still gently, his face right above yours.

“ where is the maneater who always wins, where is the maneater who destroys men? because i am beatin her ass right now.”

“ no, you're not. “

“ what?” you flipped him over with a smile, placing yourself on top of him.

“ you enjoy the game a little too much, pope. i'm fucking sitting on your boner and if you make a move pope heyward I'll destroy you. “

“ real queens do not destroy the throne they sit on. and if you want some child princess, take care of it. “

you had started to move slowly, gently rubbing your pussy over his bulge. you moved efficiently, enough to feel your boyfriend’s cock getting even harder against you.

you could tell he was big by the way you silently rose as his dick awoke.

this room, this sensuality, this warmth, was nothing without the music of marvin gaye.

a wet spot had appeared on his pants, and you used it to rub faster, to press your pussy harder against his erection. the sound of his grunts in sync with your moans.

he held your hands, and kissed them at the same time. he could cum now if you asked him. because you had a way of moving that made him so weak.

“ boys can't play and win. “

“ i think you're late my girl, i win since ive got a girl like you. “

his hands grabbed your thighs while you slipped harder.

“ ‘not going to cum now" he said before taking his length out of his boxers.

he rubbed the tip against your dripping pussy, you were so wet it almost dropped between your lips. he had spit in his hand, and started moving up and down on his cock, jerking off quickly

" what are you doing ? "

“you’re going to ride me, but with my cock deep inside you this time, girl.”

he had smacked your ass, letting it bounce against his palm before you pushed his cock into your pussy. hands on his abs, you began to move, riding him. the problem with this position is that you quickly started to get tired. all the power you had relegated to pope now. he understood the signal, doing the job for you with a smirk. he yanked his dick deeper into your walls, letting you feel every inch of his size. he loved your moans every time his hips hit yours.

the sound of your two bodies slapping together in the atmosphere like the noise of your golden belly chain against your skin. his movements were hard, tearing loud cries from you. you had tears in your eyes, whimpers of pleasure. he took you so well. he was a good boy who knew how to make you cry.

he was taller than you. the size kink was easily noticeable even more when his cock widened your tight hole. and also, when he started touching you, his hand covering your clit.

he had pinched it gently, teasing the little piece with his fingers. he had fun with it, tugging on it while thrusting wilder inside your body, your legs shaking on the mattress.

your hole was squeezing him and he loved how tight it was. he squeezed your clit as he sped up his movements.

"not a maneater anymore ?" he said with a smile "just a girl who wanted to be eaten by her man.”

“ oh shut up, pope heyward. “

“you're the only one making noise here baby.”

you kissed him to shut his mouth. he was right and you knew it. you knew pope loved your strass on your teeths. at first he found it weird and thought you were giving yourself a style but now he was crazy about it.

you were still a maneater but you had a boyfriend so it was different. and then, you were in love. you had learned what it was like to have a man who truly wanted you and loved you.

you were supposed to run away but you didn't want to leave him behind. the problem with nice guys was that they weren't bad. they never held a grudge against anyone, and did not get angry. pope panicked more than he got angry, for example.

when he released his cum deep inside you, you came with him. you looked at him. there was more sweat on his body. he was breathing faster.

you could tell he was proud. and he could be.

you loved every single moment with pope. he was a good boyfriend. he was intelligent, studious, kind and friendly. he worked at school, after classes.

so what you loved was when he broke the rules for you. you used to go and throw stones at his window in the evening to get him to go out. you went surfing in the dark night, bathing in the midnight moon, in calm, cold water, or you went rollerblading at a club because it was fun and the perfect place for couples.

you also spent time in bookstores. it wasn’t your thing but you loved the moment when he told you about the book he was choosing. he would start talking for hours, navigating between the shelves. you followed him and listened to him.

"sometimes, i really feel dumb. " you said.

" you don't understand anything, right ? "

" yes. i'm sorry. but i like it actually. you're pope, the smart boy, the nerdy guy, the master brain and i just love being your girlfriend but it's so new to me. i can't fully understand."

" you're not bored ? "

" never. i can't be bored when my boyfriend is so intelligent. never. what was the book already ?"

" see ? you don't want to listen to that. "

"it's just new to me. be patient and you will be the only one to get bored. "

" deal ? "

" deal. "

and you also confessed your relationship to the pogues. jj pretended to be surprised but was nice to you.

"don't break his heart, okay? he forgive everything, but not me. "

" don’t worry, i will not hurt your boyfriend. "

he turned to Pope, ignoring your bullshit words.

“you know man, i always wondered what the strass felt like while she sucks your cock.”

" JJ. "

"What? I was just asking!”

the end bc i really want to kick my ass. this is not that good. at least, i tried something 💀💀 i will work harder. i just tag @rafecameroninterlude et @oceandriveab . i'm sorry for the expectations 🫠