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POPE HEYWARD THE LOML!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hes so pretty and so nice and so wow

ANYWAYS

could u pls do something rlly mushy and cute like falling alseep together 😻😻😻

im mentally ill but we 🆙

anyways

kiss love🙏🙏 thank you

pairing. pope heyward x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of insomnia. thats it. it's the sweetest fic, im melting rn.

summary. when reader can't sleep, pope lulls her back to sleep.

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Tonight had been especially hard for you. Your insomnia was on a high and you couldn't sleep even though you were tired. It was the worst feeling because you knew you had an early morning but you still couldn't manage to sleep.

You were twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. You were getting frustrated before you felt Pope turn to the side to face you. He knew your insomnia was on an all time high this week because you kept waking him up.

"Can't sleep?" Pope mumbled. You turned to face him as well, a frown playing on your lips. You felt guility because Pope also had an early morning and you kept waking him up.

"Yeah." You sighed as you closed your eyes. "Sorry, Pope. I know you're-"

"Shh don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong." He turned on his back and then grabbed your hand. "Come sleep on my chest, doesn't that always help?"

Pope had noticed it the first night you were having sleep problems. After hours of turning, trying to sleep, Pope had cuddled up to his chest and that was the first time you had slept well that entire week.

You smiled lightly as you moved your body on his chest, laying on it. You both sat in comfortable silence, your body calming down at the sound of his heartbeat and breathing.

Your body had relaxed and you felt yourself dozing off. "I love you, Pope."

"I love you, too."

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isnt the same without you.

warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.

summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)

a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!

pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj

you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.

he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.

but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.

you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.

you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.

imessage:

11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3

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you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.

about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.

you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.

you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.

you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?

all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)

the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.

it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.

imessage

jayj🤍: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."

you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.

you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."

you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.

jayj🤍: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."

the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.

you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."

jayj🤍: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."

now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.

after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.

as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.

jayj🤍: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."

after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.

[insidekatmind]

When everyone's asleep-Pope Heyward

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

The night had fallen on John B’s cottage, enveloping everything in a silence broken only by the chirping of crickets and the rustling of waves in the distance. John B and Sarah had taken refuge in their room, leaving the rest of you to settle down in the kitchen, which had been converted into a makeshift camp. Thin mattresses and blankets spread on the floor welcomed Kiara, Cleo and JJ, already immersed in a deep sleep.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. You felt your heart beat faster than normal, but it wasn’t the waves or the wind that shook the windows. It was him. Pope.

He was lying beside you, his face relaxed as he pretended to sleep. But you knew him too well. You noticed the way his hand barely moved, looking for yours under the shared blanket. A slight smile curled your lips as you let your fingers intertwine.

"Don’t you sleep?" he whispered, his voice a breath in the silence.

"And you?" you replied in a similar tone, the smile evident even in the dark.

The others were all too tired to notice what was going on between you. Pope came a little closer, his warm breath caressing your cheek.

"You’re the one keeping me awake," he admitted, with a glimmer of malice in his dark eyes that you could glimpse in the dim light.

"I didn’t do anything," you replied quietly, trying to keep an innocent tone.

But it wasn’t entirely true. The tension between you had been building up for days, weeks perhaps. You were always close, but lately every touch, every look seemed to carry a deeper meaning.

"You don’t have to do anything, Y/N. I just look at you," said Pope, the sincerity in his voice making your heart beat even faster.

You did not answer, but let your face draw near to his until your lips touched. It was a soft kiss, almost shy, but the way Pope drew you closer made all doubts vanish. His hand gently laid on your cheek, his thumb drawing imaginary lines on your skin.

"They’re sleeping," you murmured against his lips, your hands clinging to his shirt.

"I don’t care," he replied, the voice charged with a sweetness that made you tremble. "I’ve waited too long for this."

The kiss grew deeper, and each touch seemed to set the air between you. Your hand slid down his chest, feeling the muscles tense under the cloth, as he left a trail of caresses along your side.

"Pope..." his name slipped away in a whisper, a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"Shh..." he silenced you, his smile lighting up his face. "You must say nothing."

It was not easy to remain silent with the way his lips explored your skin, descending down your neck. You would sometimes glance at others, but they were completely unaware of what was happening. JJ snored slightly, while Cleo and Kiara were wrapped in their blankets, lost in their dreams.

"Promise you won’t regret it tomorrow," you whisper, biting your lower lip as his eyes met yours.

"The only thing I would regret is not having done it," said Pope, his voice full of determination.

Your heart seemed to explode at those words, and you let the moment overwhelm you. It was risky, crazy, but every second with him made you feel alive like never before.

As the night continued, it seemed that the world outside the chalet had vanished, leaving only you two, your whispers and kisses exchanged, as if the rest did not matter.

Pope’s breath deepened as your lips continued to search for each other, hungry but slow at the same time, as if you wanted to savor every second of that stolen moment. His hands gently slid on your hips, drawing you closer.

"Come here," he whispered with a thread of voice, and before I could answer, you felt his strong hands guiding you, gently sliding on him.

Your heart seemed to beat so fast that it could wake up others, but at the time you didn’t care. His hands were on your sides, holding you with the right pressure, while his gaze was lost in yours.

"You’re amazing, you know?" Pope whispered, his tone loaded with a sweetness that made you melt.

You looked down, a shy smile curving your lips. "You shouldn’t say that so often, I could get my head blown."

"I’ll stop saying that when you stop driving me crazy," he replied, a flash of fun in his eyes before drawing you back to himself.

The kiss became more intense, and your body instinctively responded to his. You felt the warmth that emanated, the way in which his hands explored the curve of your back, going up and down with a delicacy that contrasted the obvious desire that you felt growing between you.

"Pope..." whispered against his lips, your hands clinging to his back, trying to balance.

"Tell me," he replied, his voice low and crusty, as his fingers brushed the skin of your bare side.

"If anyone wakes up..." you started, but his lips settled on yours again, interrupting you.

"They won’t wake up," he assured with a mischievous smile, his eyes shining bright as they were looking for yours. "And even if they did, I don’t care. I want you."

Those words made you shiver, and without thinking too much, you let go completely. Your hands moved towards his face, caressing his jaw as your lips continued to move in perfect harmony.

Sometimes you would glance at others, but their sleep seemed deep and peaceful. JJ was curled up under a blanket with a peaceful expression on his face, while Cleo and Kiara were not even making the slightest movement.

"See? Everything under control," Pope whispered, noticing your worried look.

"You’re too sure of yourself," you replied, trying to keep a firm tone, but the smile that formed on your lips betrayed your true mood.

"Only when it comes to you." His words left you breathless, and you felt the need to reciprocate the gesture. You bent down again to him, your lips finding his neck, leaving light kisses that made him barely shake.

"You’re torturing me," Pope muttered, his voice broken by pleasure as his hands clenched even tighter on your hips.

"I didn’t think you were so sensitive," you joked, but the smile on your face turned into a slight moan as he decided to counter-attack, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of heat that made you tremble.

The moment seemed eternal, a mix of audacity and desire that completely enveloped you. For a moment you forgot everything: the chalet, the others, the possible consequences. There was only you and him, the dark accomplice of that night, and the desire to continue discovering every nuance of each other.

Your movements started almost without thinking about it, slow and uncertain at first, but soon the need to feel more, to be closer to him, took over. Move your hips against him, creating a slight friction but enough to make him jump under you.

"Y/N..." Pope whispered at your lips, the tone charged with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

You noticed the way he clenched his teeth, desperately trying to hold back a moan that could have broken the silence of the chalet and attracted the attention of others. But the way his hands clung to your hips made you realize how much it was making him lose control.

"Is something wrong?" you asked with a whisper, a mischievous smile curving your lips as your hands flowed on his shoulders.

"You... know it exactly," he replied with a clenched teeth, a flash of fun mixed with desire in his eyes.

You kept moving, your hips following a slow but steady pace, while he tried to keep control. His hands guided you, holding you tight enough to make you feel the warmth of his skin through your clothes, but never too much to be intrusive.

"You’re incredible," he muttered, interrupting the kiss to stare at you with eyes that shone in the twilight.

"You’re not bad yourself," you joked, but your voice betrayed the effect he was having on you.

He bent forward, his lips finding your neck, and this time did not hold back. He left a more determined, almost possessive kiss, followed by a trail of light bites that made you shiver. Your movements became more fluid, more natural, while his breath became irregular.

"If you keep this up, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to hold back," Pope whispered in a husky voice as his eyes settled on yours with an intensity that made you tremble.

"Who told you I want you to hold back?" you said with a whisper of voice, your hands sticking in her hair.

The way his body reacted to those words was enough to make you realize how close it was to the limit. He moved just below you, trying to make more contact, while his lips returned to urgently seek yours. Every kiss was an unspoken promise, an invitation to let go completely.

For a moment, you forgot where you were. There was no longer the risk of being caught, or awareness of how risky what you were doing. There were only you and him, lost in a vortex of emotions that seemed to grow with every movement, every whisper, every kiss.

You started to lower your pyjamas and thongs and then do the same thing with his shorts and boxer shorts. Pope was already shirtless and having Pope all naked and needy under you was a sight.

You joined your lips with hers while you lined up your pussy on her cock and sank in it while trying not to moan. Pope was going crazy: your pussy was squeezing his dick and the fact that he couldn’t moan was killing him.

Your lips kept searching for hers with increasing urgency, the kisses getting deeper and more messy, while the heat between you increased inexorably. Your movements on his hips became more determined, the rhythm you followed sent shivers down your back and, judging by the way Pope clenched his jaw, also along his.

"God, Y/N..." He whispered with a thread of voice, his hands clenching even more on your hips, as if trying to control what was happening, but without really being able to. " You’re riding me so well"

Every movement of yours was a sweet torment, and you felt it in the way his breath became more and more irregular, his eyes closing for a moment before opening again and looking for yours.

"Pope..." you murmured, his name coming out almost like a moan as you felt the growing warmth between you. Your hands clung to his hair, the touch that seemed the only way to anchor yourself in reality as you lost yourself in him.

"You’re playing with fire," he said in a hoarse voice, the tone that had a warning note, but his smile betrayed how much he loved everything that was happening.

"I see you more than comfortable with the fire," you replied, your voice a mixture of provocation and desire.

Pope laughed softly, a muffled sound to not wake up the others, but immediately after his lips returned to yours, hungry, as if he needed that touch to breathe. Each of his kisses was deep, slow and incredibly intense, and the way his hands held you made you feel wanted in a way that you had never felt before.

Your movements became more natural, as if your bodies spoke a language you had never learned but instinctively knew. Every touch, every pressure created a crescendo of emotions that left you breathless.

"I can’t think of anything but you right now," Pope confessed, his voice broken by pleasure as his gaze waned into yours.

Those words made you melt, and you returned with a long kiss and full of feeling, your hands slipping down her back, wishing the moment never ended.

"Neither did I," you replied in a whisper, your foreheads touching as you both tried to catch your breath.

The sound of a slight movement from the sofa made you freeze for a moment. You both turned your head towards JJ, who turned under the blanket, mumbling something in her sleep.

You both held your breath, holding up a nervous laugh when he showed no other signs of awakening. Pope looked at you with a complicit smile, the desire in his eyes now mixed with a touch of fun.

"You’re too dangerous," he quipped softly, putting one hand on your back and moving closer to him again.

"Yet you don’t seem to want to stop," you replied with a mischievous smile, your lips resting on hers again in a long and sweet kiss. And as palpable as the risk was, neither of you seemed willing to give up that stolen moment.

You started rolling your hips on his cock feeling how his dick went on your g-spot and you lowered your head biting his neck not to chase the moan that was coming out of you while he left a small moan at impact.

"shit y/n" he murmured as you left him sucking his neck, leaving a mark. " you’re my death" said Pope as he put your hands on your ass and squeezed it to make you move more against him.

You bit the inside cheeks of your mouth not to groan but always small groans were coming out so Pope joined his lips with yours swallowing all the groans.

"you’re holding it so well to me" I whispered near your lips and then kissed you again while you groaned.

You both came to the climax and Pope cum inside of you while you were still kissing.

After a while you recovered you adjusted and fell asleep hugged.

The next day you were all out and only JJ was still sleeping. When he came out, he seemed amused." Guys I had a strange dream... I dreamed that someone was fucking while I was sleeping, what a cool thing" said JJ amused and unaware of everything.

You and Pope looked at each other and were holding back a laugh amused.

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ꔫ ZEBRA!READER ꔫ

inspired by @princessbrunette's works

ZEBRA!READER is the youngest of three. With two, much older brothers. parents never too shy to admit the slip-up in pregnancy. even occasionally blaming her for ruining things, and that's if they even notice her.

ZEBRA!READER's parents from the day she began retaining memories dragged her around from place to place. See, once their sons hit a particular age, they planned on traveling the world. but when she came along, they were too selfish to even skip a beat, never canceling a single plan.

ZEBRA!READER being left to fend for herself in whatever foreign country occupying her parent's entire brain capacity at that moment. usually, when she began to get her footing, she would be forced to leave.

ZEBRA!READER hadn't been in a single residence for longer than a year, or two if lucky. until she came to the outer banks. one of the least exotic places that she had lived. to her surprise, her parents wanted to settle down for a while, with there being a "business" opportunity in close proximity. who knew that if you didn't work for almost two decades you'd run out of money.

ZEBRA!READER only had two constants in her life. one being the unpleasant company of her parents. company was giving though. usually, the word implies that there would be some kind of communication. well, and the other isn't much better. her ability to run away from things.

ZEBRA!READER was a result of her environment. never having to face consequences. any slight issue she would face would be directly in her rearview mirror. a bottle of wine and a dozen or so sly comments could easily persuade her parents to switch locations of living.

ZEBRA!READER had to face the fact that her consistent lack of a stable environment made her unloveable. she couldn't keep a boyfriend for the life of her. either being broken up with, for being "too hostile", or fleeing the second the guy wanted to become remotely serious. but that didn't stop her from following her demeaning parents, even after she became of age. the validity of fucking up her parents did never set in. because that would have to make her vulnerable.

ZEBRA!READER was rarely interested in making friends. knowing that she wouldn't see them for long. yet, she found an unexpected friendship in a cameron kid. sarah cameron. which, eventually led to her meeting all of her friends.

ZEBRA!READER didn't really find any of sarah's friends that pleasing. though it's to be said that there was never a dull moment when forced to be in proximity to them.

ZEBRA!READER found jayj and john b idiotically irresponsible when it came to every aspect of their lives. every interaction observed made her believe that they were begging to be killed. kiara and cleo were rather calm when it came to the whole group situation. and as for pope, he tends to reek of anxiety, forced by his friend's lack of care.

[insidekatmind]

Just friends?-Pope Heyward

Wearning: +18,smut

You had always been Pope's best friend. Ever since you were little, he had been your rock, your shoulder to cry on, your partner in every adventure with the Pogues. But over time, your friendship had taken a strange turn—more intense, more electric.

JJ and John B never missed a chance to tease him. “You two are gonna end up together, or... well, we all know what’s gonna happen,” JJ would say with that mischievous grin of his. Pope would just shake his head, always giving the same answer: “No, we’re just friends.”

And yet, lately, things had changed. Your glances lasted a few seconds longer. The touches were more frequent, slower, more intentional. You had noticed the space between you growing smaller, the line between friendship and something more becoming increasingly blurred.

It was a quiet evening, and Pope was at your house, like he often was. You were curled up on the couch, sitting on his lap, nestled against his chest while a movie played absently on the screen. You were wearing just a pair of shorts and a light top, and his hand rested on your waist, his thumb lazily tracing circles on your exposed skin.

You could hear his heartbeat against your ear, slightly faster than usual. Even your breathing had changed, heavier, more aware of every tiny movement. Pope wasn’t saying anything, but the way his fingers pressed gently against your skin told a story neither of you had ever dared to say out loud.

A flash from the screen briefly lit up the room, but you were already too focused on him. Slowly, you shifted slightly, lifting your head to look into his eyes. Pope lowered his gaze to meet yours, his breath unsteady, his lips slightly parted.

The tension was palpable, a taut string between you, ready to snap at the slightest movement. Your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and back again. You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but suddenly, your breaths were mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You place your hand on his cheek caressing it and then bring your thumb down to his lip tracing it. He swallows hard at your touch, letting out a soft breath. Your thumb tracing his lip is sending sparks through his entire body, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. His hand on your waist tightens its grip, pulling you even closer against him. His gaze is intense, a mix of desire and hesitation, like he’s afraid to cross a line he knows he shouldn’t.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hand moving up slightly to your back, the other still firmly on your hip. You’re so close now that each of you feels the other one’s every movement, every breath. His thumb continues to draw circles on your skin, but they’re faster now, almost desperate. His eyes are fixed on your lips, his expression a mix of yearning and uncertainty. His voice is barely above a whisper. “I…I can’t keep ignoring this. Ignoring...us.”

“Me neither” you whisper and then kiss him. The moment is like a dam breaking, years of suppressed desire flooding out. Pope responds to your kiss immediately, his hand moving up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.

His lips move against yours hungrily, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. His touch is both gentle and desperate, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. Your hand is still on his cheek, your thumb tracing his jawline, and you can feel the stubble of his beard against your skin. He groans softly into the kiss, his chest heaving as if he has been holding his breath for too long. The movie is forgotten, the rest of the world might as well not exist right now. All that matters is the dizzying mix of his touch and the way he murmurs your name between kisses, his voice hoarse and filled with an emotion he’s tried so hard to suppress.His hands are on your waist again, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your top, his touch hot against your skin. You can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, and it makes you want him even more.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, panting heavily. His forehead is resting on yours, and his eyes are still fixed on your lips, as if trying to memorize every detail. His fingers are drawing tiny circles on your back, and his touch is surprisingly tender considering the passionate kiss you just shared. He swallows, his throat bobbing, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough. "I... I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Y/N. For so goddamn long."

“Me too Pope, me too” you whisper kissing him again placing your hands on his curls. He groans softly as your fingers thread through his hair, his own hands moving to your hips, holding you securely against him. The kiss is gentler now but no less intense, filled with the years of pent-up feelings. His grip on you is almost possessive, and as he deepens the kiss, there's a sense of desperation, as if he's trying to pour his entire self into this moment, pouring years of longing and desire into every movement of his lips against yours.

He pulls back a bit, just far enough so he can look into your eyes again. His gaze is dark, his eyes almost black with desire. "I...I didn't think I'd ever get to have this, to have you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His fingers are still playing idly with the fabric of your top, his touch sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth in the room."But...I don't wanna stop now. I don't want to go back to pretending this isn't happening," he continues, his thumb caressing your waist.

You smile and adjust yourself better on him, straddling him and taking off your top. His gaze is immediately drawn to your bare skin, his breath catching in his throat. His hands move instinctively, tracing the curves of your breasts, his touch both possessive and reverent. He leans in to kiss your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. “God… Y/N,” he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. "You're so beautiful."

You sigh softly feeling Pope's lips on your breast. “Pope,” you whisper softly. The sound of his name on your lips sends a shiver through him, and he can’t help but respond with a low, guttural groan. He kisses up your collarbone, then sucks on your pulse point, his teeth grazing your skin. His hands are still on your waist, holding you steady as he trails kisses up your neck, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiled under his skin. He shifts slightly, his hips pressing against yours, and you can feel just how much he wants you.

You moan softly and grind on his erection. You bring your hands to his little wife and take them off her and smile as you see his muscles. He's been working out harder lately, and you can't help but notice the definition in his muscles. He's always been attractive, but now he's downright drool-worthy.His eyes darken with desire as you start running your hands over his shoulders, his biceps, his abs. He swallows hard, clearly trying to keep himself under control, but his voice is ragged as he speaks. "God, Y/N...you're driving me crazy."

His hands grip your hips, bringing you even closer, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you. His eyes never leave yours, they are even blacker now, clouded with lust and adoration. Pope shifts beneath you slightly, positioning you so that your core grinds against him, and lets out another low, breathy moan. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs hoarsely. “I have no idea… how much I wanted this… how long I dreamed about this.”

You suck his lip and ride him. He groans loudly, his eyes fluttering shut briefly as you suck on his lip. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin, and he starts grinding up into you, his every move full of raw, pent-up need. You can tell he’s starting to lose control. His breaths are ragged, quick, and his heart is pounding in his ears. “God…” he mutters between kisses, “Y/N, I….I can't…can't hold back…”

You moan softly feeling his erection beneath you. “I got you baby, let go” you whisper placing your hands on his shoulders. His body shudders at your words, and he lets out a guttural groan, his head falling back. Clearly, he'd been waiting for your permission, for the sign that you were ready for this as much as he was. His hands are trembling as they slide down to your thighs, his thumb playing with the edge of your shorts for a moment before they move under them, his touch on your bare skin sending a jolt through you. "God, Y/N...you make me feel insane...insane…"

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes darker than ever, his lips slightly parted. You can see the internal battle going on in him, his desperation pitted against his desire to savor every moment. “Please…” he murmurs, his voice little more than a ragged plea. “Please…don’t make me wait any longer.”

You nod, undressing and lowering his pants and boxers and repositioning yourself to straddle him, letting him enter you. “Fuck” you moan gripping onto his shoulders.

He moans loudly as you sink down onto him, his eyes widening for a moment as he feels you completely. His hands are on your hips, still holding you steady, but his touch is trembling with need.“Y/N -,” he groans your name like a prayer, his fingers digging into your skin as if he never wants to let you go. He starts to move with you, his rhythm rough and hurried, his breath coming in short. He takes a shuddering breath, pulling you flush against him so your chest is pressed against his. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hands are on the small of your back, his touch almost possessive as he urges you to move with him.

You ride him fast. “So big” you moan loudly. His breath hitches as you ride him faster, his grip on your hips tightening. He groans heavily against your neck, his words an almost incoherent jumble of praise and desire. “God…Y/N…so amazing…you feel so good…”

He’s panting now, his entire body tense, his gaze fixed on you as if you’re the only thing that matters in the world right now. His hands leave your hips, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, the other snaking around your waist, holding you against him tightly. “Y/N…I - I can’t…” he groans, his voice raw. There’s a hint of despair in his tone, like he’s so overwhelmed by the moment that he feels like he’ll break if he doesn’t find release soon.

You moan and roll your hips riding him. “Come,” you whisper, moaning. He gasps, his breath catching in his throat. Your words are enough to send him over the edge, it seems, because he lets out a guttural moan, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain. He buries his face in your neck, panting heavily as he comes. You moan and come too.

“Y/N-” he manages to choke out your name, his body shaking against you as he finds relief. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, his hands slowly loosening their grip on you as his body relaxes. He lifts his head, his eyes find yours, and there's a softness there, an emotion that's deeper than simple lust or desire. "That...that was...that was..."

You smile and stroke his hair. “Amazing,” you finish the sentence for him. He grins, his eyes still dark but now with a tenderness that only moments like this can bring. "Yeah," he agrees softly, his voice rough with emotion. He leans in to kiss you languidly, his touch gentle but still possessive, as if the world around you didn't exist. "Amazing...because it was with you."

You blush and feel your heart pounding. He chuckles softly, his gaze softening even further as he watches the blush creep onto your cheeks. He takes your face in his hands, his touch now tender and reverent. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection. “Especially when you’re all blushing like this.”

You smile and hug him. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight against him. This isn’t the rough, desperate embrace from before; it’s softer, more intimate. His chin rests on top of your head, and his hand moves idly through your hair, the gesture soothing. He’s quiet for a long moment, then lets out a deep sigh, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, you know.”

He laughs softly again, and you can hear the relief in his voice. “You never gave me any sign...I never knew how you felt. I was scared to say or do anything, in case I’d misread the situation. I don’t know how I got so lucky…to have you, like this, in my arms.” He pulls back slightly, looking at you intently. “You have no idea how much I want you, Y/N. Not just…physically, although god, believe me, I can’t think straight when I’m around you. But everything else too. I want to be with you, in every way possible.”

You smile softly and kiss his lips softly. “I like you so much Pope” you whisper softly near his lips.

He smiles against your lips, his hands moving to cup your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls back slightly, his gaze searching your face, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of this moment. "I like you so much it feels like my heart’s gonna burst out of my chest any minute," he replies quietly, his voice filled with adoration. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm sure as hell not gonna let you go now."