#pope heyward one shot

[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.

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𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒. he can't stop thinking about you every time he kisses her. ㅤㅤㅤjohn b — click here!

𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒. mama, i'm in love with a criminal. ㅤㅤㅤjohn b — click here!

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈. puppy love; so innocent and... sweet? ㅤㅤㅤpope heyward — click here!

𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓁. he cheated on you with sarah. again. ㅤㅤㅤjohn b — click here!

𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. he's always been on the hunt for something to ruin what you have... and then he does. ㅤㅤㅤrafe cameron — click here!

𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂. no pogue on pogue macking - but what a little temptress you are. ㅤㅤㅤjj maybank — click here!

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𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜. the pretty kook princess has him absolutely whipped. ㅤㅤㅤpope heyward — click here!

𝒹𝓊𝓂𝒷 & 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸. his pretty words keep you chasing after him as he pulls away farther. ㅤㅤㅤrafe cameron — click here!

𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓂 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈. he wasn't what you wanted - but he's trying to be. ㅤㅤㅤjj maybank — click here!

𝒿𝓊𝓃𝑜. you'd do anything for him; he knows it. ㅤㅤㅤrafe cameron — click here!

𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈. he's so cruel to you, knowing you'll come right back every time. ㅤㅤㅤrafe cameron — click here!

𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒. he was always using you as a distraction... wasn't he? ㅤㅤㅤjj maybank — click here!

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[asapstarkey]

♡ - smut ✔ - angst ✧ - fluff

Rafe Cameron

➥ It's Complicated (Series) ✔✧: Intro ┊ One ┊ Two

JJ Maybank

➥ Nothing yet...

John B. Routledge

➥ Nothing Yet...

Pope Heyward

➥ Nothing Yet...

[goldenroutledge]

serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

pope heyward masterlist

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365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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[a-aexotic]

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."

[averagebookfiend]

Working on another Pope one shot, but decided to go ahead and post this cute, and very short one shot while I continue to write the other one.

Summary: Pope is the type of person who seeks academic validation

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Pope was intelligent. That was what he was known as. That was all he was known as. Because being good in school was all he was ever good at.

Sports was never appealing to him. He didn't mind watching them, but he sure as hell didn't want to play them. So school was all he had.

And he put everything into it. All his tune and energy (that didn't go to his friends) went into school. That was what was going to get him out. That was what was going to make him successful. That was all he had.

So when he fell short in his academics it hit him hard. Because if he couldn't do the very thing he was good, what good was he?

You noticed this since the two of you had been friends for so long. And when Pope got to these low points you were there to pull him back up.

To let him know that his worth wasn't determined by his grades. Or the job he had. His worth came from the person he was. And you reminded him that the person he was , was worth more his weight in gold.

[nocturnalwildflower]

prologue; pope heyward | a day to remember mini-series

summary: an introduction to/an outline of your relationship with pope

warning(s): underage drinking, tooth rotting fluff

word count: 2.0k

a/n: hiya lovely people! here is an introduction to my new mini-series - a day to remember! this piece basically outlines your relationship with pope and the events leading up to the proposal! hope everyone enjoys this mini-series! p.s. this was supposed to be posted almost a week ago but google docs hid the document and I couldn't find it (thought I lost the whole thing I was freaking out lol)

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“a kook and a pogue’s love lasting? the odds of that happening are not even slim, they are none.”

“yeah? tell that to y/n and pope heyward. they defied those odds.”

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[ june - summer before freshman year ]

You and Kiara had met through your parents when you were still in diapers. Your mom had taken you over for a playdate and the two of you instantly clicked. 12 years later, you two were still inseparable although you had very different friend groups. You were slightly more Kook than she was in the sense of shopping on the mainland and using your Kook status to its full advantage (only sometimes), but a big part of you belonged to the Pogues - surfing, partying at the Boneyard, and working for things you want. You and Kiara began working at The Wreck the summer before freshman year to make some money, which her parents were happy to help with. When Pope walked into the Wreck and saw for the first time while you were serving some tourists, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Kiara eventually called you over so you could meet the Pogues and Pope’s heart nearly beat out of his chest when you got closer. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N, you must be Pope! Kiara is always talking about you guys, I can’t wait to become a part of this friend group!” you exclaimed with a sweet smile on your face. Pope stared in shock for a few moments, gulping as he stuck out his hand to shake yours. The second your hands touched, he felt a spark and from that moment on he knew that there was something between the two of you. Little did he know, you were both thinking the same thing. 

-

[ july - summer before junior year ]

The summer before junior year started, your feelings for Pope were at an all time high. Over the past 2 years, you had watched several girls pass him up for being the ‘nerdy’ one in the group, which broke your heart with each passing moment. You knew how special he was and how much he had to offer as a boyfriend, but you could never bring yourself to confess your feelings to him. Tonight though, you  finally had enough and decided you could not ignore the feelings you had for him any longer, so you chose to make a move on him while partying at the Boneyard. You went up to him while he was sitting with the boys, probably chit-chatting about JJ’s most recent hookup, and asked him if you could take a walk and talk about something. He was quick to jump to his feet, following behind you as you brought him towards the dock the crew usually hung out at. 

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Pope asked before taking a sip of his beer. You waited until he was facing you and just just went for it by planting a soft kiss on his lips. He was surprised to say the least, but didn’t resist and cupped your face while smiling into the kiss, taking a few moments to soak in the happiness he was feeling. The kiss lasted a couple minutes and you could not have asked for anything more from him. Eventually, Pope pulled away and gasped for some air. 

“Wow, Y/N that was…” Pope began before stopping and gulping. You bit your lip to prevent the tears from falling down your face before you spoke. 

“If you don’t feel the same way-”

“Y/N are you freaking kidding me?! I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day we met at the Wreck 2 years ago, I just never thought you felt the same way!” Pope exclaimed, grabbing your hand and peppering it with kisses as a ginormous smile became plastered on your face.

“Well I can tell you right now I do feel the same way and I am so fucking happy right now… I guess that makes this official?” you questioned as Pope leaned in for another kiss, giving you your answer. You knew this was the start of something amazing, but you never anticipated the future the two of you would have. 

-

[ june - end of senior year ]

2 years later, you and Pope were still absolutely inseparable - the two of you were so different but you just worked. You knew that the two of you were more than likely going to go to different universities, which broke your heart a little bit every time you thought about it. You had applied to NYU, which was your dream school, but didn't have much confidence that you would get in. The program you applied to was extremely competitive and although you were smart and had fantastic grades, so did everyone else that applied to the program. 

Your phone buzzed on the table and you peaked over to see what it was. When you realized it was an email from NYU, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest and you grabbed your phone quickly. Pope gave you a strange look before realizing why your reaction was what it was. You were breathing heavily, thinking about how badly you wanted to get in and how devastated you would be if you didn’t get in. You clicked on the email and let out a shriek, causing your parents to come running into the kitchen. 

“HOLY SHIT IT GOT IN!” You exclaimed, jumping up from your seat as a smile tugged on Pope’s lips. Your parents ran towards you, giving you a giant hug and screaming excitement with you. After the initial shock and excitement, your parents ran off to call your family members to inform them of the news, leaving you and Pope in the kitchen alone. 

“I knew you could do it baby, I am so god damn proud of you!” he exclaimed as he planted a kiss on your lips. He pulled away, placing a folded piece of paper in front of you as you stared in confusion. 

“What’s this?” You asked, opening the piece of paper and letting out a loud gasp. It was an email from the Admissions office at NYU informing him of his acceptance for the dual degree pathway in Biomolecular Science, meaning he got to work on both his Bachelor’s of Science and his Master's of Science at the same time. Your eyes began to tear up and Pope pulled you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. After a couple seconds he pulled away. 

“I applied to every school you did and based my decision off of where you accepted. NYU’s Biomolecular Science Program is just as good as any of the other programs I applied for and the best part is that I get to spend the next 4 years with you. I wouldn’t be able to handle 4 years away from you, and I want to be by your side while you go through this,” Pope said, smiling at you as he wiped the salty tears off your face. 

“Pope-”

“No trying to talk me out of this. We’re going to New York together and we’re going to make it the best 4 years. I love you so much Y/N,” he replied, smiling down at you. You returned the smile as the butterfly farm in your stomach went wild and thinking about how amazing the next 4 years with Pope were going to be. You knew being away from your family would take its toll on you, but all that matters is that you had Pope. 

[september - start of college ]

Before the two of you packed up your entire lives on Outer Banks and made the 8 hour drive to New York, you promised to have the best summer ever - that was a huge success. You had spent the summer making so many memories with the Pogues and you couldn’t ask for better friends. You guys spent the summer surfing, drinking, shopping, exploring the island by going on hikes and so much more. 

Your parents graciously offered to pay the rent for the two of you to live in an apartment in New York instead of living in residence. You and Pope needed to cover the cost of food and utilities, which wouldn’t be too hard as you both had a lot of money saved up from working during freshman to senior year. Pope was able to get a partial scholarship that covered about half his tuition, which meant he needed to take out a loan for the rest. He didn’t mind this as he knew that coming to NYU with you was the right decision - he got to spend 4 years growing with you as adults and working on your relationship. The two of you picked a beautiful apartment in downtown New York that wasn’t overly expensive but was the perfect distance between both campuses. Your parents let you dip into your trust fund to use some of the money to buy some furniture that was brand new, as you and Pope were going to be living in that apartment for the entire 4 years of university and they wanted to make sure that the two of you would be set. 

You had decided that you would be returning home on holidays to spend time with your families and also decided that you would come home for the summer in order to make some extra cash at the Wreck. Pope also decided to follow you home, knowing that the two of you were so inseparable and he could not imagine spending time away from you. 

Your parents had just left, leaving you and Pope alone in your apartment. You were looking out the window, when you felt Pope’s arms wrap around you and you felt his soft lips on your neck. 

“I am so ready for this next adventure with you baby.”

[ april - college graduation ]

The past 4 years had been an absolute bliss with Pope. You had gotten accepted into NYU to complete your Masters of Science in Psychology, focusing on Clinical Psychology like you did for your undergraduate degree. Pope was more than happy to join you when you returned to New York after spending the summer in Outer Banks and had even managed to find himself a job working on developing artificial organs and prosthetics. He always wanted to work in the medical field but never wanted to be a doctor, so this was perfect for him. Your parents agreed to pay your rent for an additional year so Pope can get on his feet and begin to make money, but after that you were on your own. 

After living together for all these years, Pope had a lot of time to think about your future as a couple. He knew he wanted to propose to you, but he didn't know where to start since he needed this to be absolutely perfect. He had been thinking about who he was going to ask to help him and finally knew who he was going to ask. He picked up the phone and began dialing his best friend’s number with a giant grin plastered on his face. 

“Pope! What’s up my dude? I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it to your graduation, Sarah was also graduating and I really didn’t want to miss it - nothing like watching your girl walk across the stage!” John B replied as Sarah laughed in the background. 

“John B, I graduated in January and have been working in my field for almost a month now so stop using me as an excuse for your poor planning!” Sarah exclaimed, earning her a laugh from both Pope and John B. 

“Anyways, Y/N and I are coming back next weekend for the summer and I just had a favour to ask you,” Pope replied, smiling into the phone as his heart began to beat faster. 

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” John B replied.

“How would you like to help me plan the perfect proposal for her? This girl is my future bro, it’s time to make it official.” 

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[maybanksprincess]

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

-

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.

[greengoblinswifey]

I know these men aren’t friends but I just wanna be in the middle of pope and rafe 🙂‍↕️

Rafe Cameron x Pope Heyward x Kook!Reader

summary— you host your annual pre halloween party and things gets steamy with two unexpected men.

warnings— explicit content. threesome, grinding, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, possessive rafe as usual, bit of sub rafe and pope, slightly dom!reader, male masturbation.

a/n— i had to write a long ass fic based off this ask, enjoy <33

The party was already in full swing by the time you opened the door for Pope and the rest of the Pogues. Your annual Halloween party had always been a hit, and this year was no different. The lights were dim, casting an orange and purple glow over your crowded mansion as music pumped through the speakers. The smell of beer was mixed with Halloween candles you bought and the cool night air that rushed in every time the door opened. Kooks and Pogues were scattered around playing beer pong, dancing, or chatting in little groups, the energy of the night electric. It was the only night of the year everyone got a long- thanks to you.

You had dressed as a playboy bunny this year, black corset, bunny ears perched on your head, and fishnet stockings that had definitely caught Pope’s eye the moment he walked in. His gaze lingered on you as he made his way over, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Damn, you look really sexy tonight,” he said, eyes scanning your body before meeting yours again. You giggled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, and placed a hand on his chest.

You were tipsy, maybe a little more than tipsy after greeting people at the door for the last hour with a drink always in hand. Pope wasn’t exactly sober either; he and the rest of the pogues had been pregaming before they arrived. His breath was warm as he leaned in closer, the smell of alcohol mixing with his cologne, and you couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded as his hand settled on your waist.

“Thanks, Pope,” you teased, batting your lashes. “Guess I pulled off the whole sexy playboy bunny look, huh?”

Pope grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “More than pulled it off,” he said, leaning closer. His lips grazed the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You let him kiss you there for a moment before you gently pulled away, biting your lip as you looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Oh, you like how I look, huh? Your little playboy bunny?” you teased, dragging a finger down his chest slowly, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt.

Pope chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening as he looked at you with hooded eyes. “You know I do,” he said, voice low, full of that teasing edge you’d come to expect from him.

Around you, the party raged on, music pounding, people laughing and drinking, but it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. His hand drifted to the small of your back, pulling you closer as you both swayed slightly, caught in the rhythm of the music and the buzz of the alcohol. You were tempted to give in to his touch, to let him kiss you right there in front of everyone, but you held back, keeping him on edge just a little longer.

That playful push and pull between you two was all part of the game, and tonight was no different.

You had almost forgotten that Rafe never missed your parties. The two of you had been hooking up for months now, always finding yourselves in situations that blurred the lines between friends and something more. He’d known about your costume for weeks, knew exactly what kind of reaction it would get, and, true to form, he’d shown up dressed as Hugh Hefner, a smug smirk on his face as he walked through the door.

You didn’t notice him at first, too wrapped up in Pope, whose lips were still trailing along your neck, and whose hands had drifted lower, resting just above your hips. You were tipsy, feeling light and playful, leaning into Pope as his lips brushed against your skin. The party pulsed around you, the music loud and the room packed, but it felt like you and Pope were in your own little bubble-until that bubble was abruptly popped.

Rafe stormed over before you even realized he’d spotted the two of you. His presence was impossible to miss, broad shoulders, confident swagger, and a dark look in his eyes as he cut through the crowd, laser-focused on you and Pope. The moment his voice cut through the air, it sent a shiver down your spine.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, his eyes flicking between you and Pope, anger simmering beneath the surface. He stopped right in front of the two of you, jaw clenched. “Why the fuck is this pogue all over you? And why the hell is he even here?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, though you knew better than to push Rafe when he was like this. Still, the alcohol had loosened you up, and you found yourself smirking at him, tipping your head to the side. “Rafe, calm down. You and I aren’t together, remember?” You smiled sweetly, leaning back into Pope just a little more, feeling Rafe’s glare intensify. “I can do whatever I want.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing over Rafe’s costume, silk robe, cigarette holder tucked into his breast pocket. “You look good, though,” you teased, trying to lighten the tension. “My very own Hugh Hefner.” You leaned in, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “And I’m your Holly Madison, or whoever you want me to be.”

He was pissed but the compliment seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders. Still, his eyes remained dark as he glanced at Pope, clearly annoyed by his presence. “You’re out of your mind,” Rafe muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if he couldn’t stay mad at you.

“If you want,” you teased again, “you can join in.” You giggled, the alcohol buzzing in your veins as you gave him a playful wink. Pope, oblivious to the history between you and Rafe, was still holding you close, his body pressed against yours.

Rafe’s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he sighed, stepping closer. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered under his breath, though you could hear the slight amusement in his voice now. He moved behind you, his hands settling on your waist as he pressed his body against yours. The heat of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but let out a little breath as he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck.

You were sandwiched between the two of them now, Rafe grinding into you from behind, his hands firm on your hips, while Pope was in front of you, his hands pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your collarbone. It was like being in the center of a storm, the music pulsing through your body as you swayed with them, your head spinning from the drinks and the intensity of the moment.

Rafe’s lips moved up your neck, his breath hot against your skin, while Pope’s hands gripped your waist tighter, the two of them moving with you in sync to the beat of the music. It was chaotic and thrilling, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling powerful between them.

Things were quickly heating up between you, Rafe, and Pope. The energy had shifted, and it was like you could feel both of them trying to outdo the other, their touches growing more insistent, their lips and hands everywhere at once. Pope’s hands were gripping your waist from the front, his fingers sliding up your sides, while Rafe’s mouth never left your neck, his strong hands pressing against your hips as he pushed into you from behind.

They were locked in silent competition, each one focused on making you shudder, on drawing out those soft little gasps they knew you couldn’t hold back. Pope’s lips brushed against your jawline, while Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers through your entire body. You were surrounded by them, caught in this magnetic pull between the two.

The party raged on around you, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that existed were their hands on you, their mouths teasing your skin, and the way your body responded to each of them. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kiara and Cleo passing by, their eyes widening in shock and amusement at the sight of the three of you. They giggled, whispering to each other as they stole glances, clearly not expecting to see this. But you didn’t care, you were too wrapped up in the moment. If anything, their reaction made it even more thrilling.

You had an idea, one that made your pulse quicken even more. With a sly smile, you reached out and grabbed both of their hands, Pope’s in your left, Rafe’s in your right, and tugged them gently, leading them toward the staircase. Their eyes flickered with curiosity, though both men were clearly annoyed with each other. You could feel the tension between them, but they followed you anyway, unable to resist.

Without saying a word, you led them upstairs, weaving through the crowd of partygoers until you reached your room. Your mansion was sprawling, and your room was at the far end of the hall, far away from the chaos of the party downstairs. As you reached the door, you glanced back at them with a teasing smile. They were still glaring at each other, but the desire to be near you overpowered their irritation.

You opened the door to your room and stepped inside, feeling the weight of both of their eyes on you as you moved. The tension between the three of you was electric, and you knew that whatever was about to happen would only fuel the competitive fire burning between them.

Rafe and Pope followed you into the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Despite their annoyance with each other, they were both here for you, and that thought made you grin. You had both of them right where you wanted them.

The real fun was just about to begin.

You gave them both a little shove and they stood for a second, tension still thick between them, before you pushed them onto the bed. They sat side by side, eyes glued to you as you slowly walked toward them, the sultry music from your speaker you turned on that played music from downstairs, filling the room.

Rafe’s eyes roamed over your body, his jaw tight as he took you in. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice husky with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy, so fucking beautiful. All mine.”

His possessiveness sent a thrill through you, but before you could respond, Pope’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t about to let Rafe take control of the moment. “She’s not just yours,” Pope shot back, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You’re stunning, you know that? Absolutely stunning.”

The tension between them sizzled in the air, but your giggle broke through it. You stood between them now, enjoying the attention, enjoying how desperate they both seemed to be for you. With one hand, you reached out and touched Pope’s cheek, your thumb brushing against his jawline as you gave him a teasing smile.

Then, without warning, you turned to Rafe, straddling him on the bed, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands immediately gripped your waist, pulling you down hard against his lap. “All mine,” he whispered again, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

You could feel his bulge pressing into you, hard and ready beneath your thighs. You kissed him back deeply, but with your free hand, you reached out to Pope, your fingers brushing over his bulge. He groaned softly at your touch, and the tension in the room shifted, their competitiveness forgotten for the moment as they focused on you.

Grinding on Rafe’s lap, you felt his hands move to grip your hips, guiding you as you moved against him. But your attention wasn’t just on him, you continued to tease Pope, rubbing him through his pants, feeling the hardness beneath your palm as his breathing grew heavier. Both of them were completely under your control now.

Pope’s jaw clenched again, but this time it wasn’t from frustration, it was from the pleasure you were giving him. His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers brushing against your skin, desperate for more. You could feel the heat rising in the room, the music and the dim lights only adding to the tension.

You pulled back from Rafe just enough to look at both of them. The sight of them, both completely focused on you, their eyes dark with desire, sent a shiver down your spine. You were the one in control here, and they were more than willing to follow your lead.

You stood before them, feeling their eyes devour every inch of your body. “Don’t I look sexy?” you asked with a teasing smirk, running your hands slowly down your sides. Rafe and Pope, sitting on the edge of the bed, nodded frantically, their eyes wide with hunger.

“Yes, you do,” they both agreed in unison, barely able to get the words out.

You bit your lip seductively, letting your fingers play with the edge of your corset. “Then I’m not even sure if I want to take this off,” you teased, watching as their desperation grew. Rafe groaned, leaning forward slightly, his hands twitching.

“Please, take it off,” he begged, his voice rough with need.

“Yeah,” Pope added, his tone almost as eager. “Take it off.”

You stepped closer, swaying your hips, urging them both with a slow, sultry glance. “Well then, why don’t you two help me out of it?” you said, biting your lip again.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Both of them stood quickly, their hands eager and trembling as they started to unlace the corset. Rafe was more familiar with the routine, his fingers swift as he helped you slip out of it. Pope, though less experienced, moved carefully, his touch hesitant but excited. The moment your corset dropped to the floor, you stood before them in nothing but your bunny ears, stockings, and heels.

Rafe, even though he’d seen you naked so many times before, still inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of you, his arousal evident in the way his body responded. Pope, on the other hand, was absolutely floored. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the sexy kook he’d always known, now standing completely bare in front of him.

Your fingers trailed over your body, feeling their eyes follow your every movement. You helped Rafe out of his Hugh Hefner costume, the velvet robe slipping to the floor. Then you turned to Pope, guiding him out of his clothes as well. When they were both fully undressed, you stepped back to admire them, both big and thick, standing there, hard for you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of them, a wave of heat coursing through you. You hadn’t quite anticipated how much seeing them both, naked and ready, would make your pulse race.

How the fuck would you take both of them?

You moved closer to Rafe first, your lips brushing against his as you kissed him deeply, your hand trailing down his chest, then lower. His hands gripped your hips again, his body eager to press against yours. But as much as you wanted him, you weren’t going to let Pope wait any longer.

You turned to Pope, running your fingers along his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss that was equally as deep. He responded instantly, his hands sliding down your sides, his touch sending sparks through you. You could feel the tension between them, the competitiveness that hadn’t gone away, but right now, they were both focused on you.

Their hard cocks were pressing up against you, the heat between the three of you radiating through the room. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you turned your attention to Pope, pushing him back onto the bed with a firm shove. He landed on his back, his breath hitching as you climbed between his legs, arching your back and raising your ass high in the air.

Rafe stood behind you, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. He was itching to pull you away from Pope, to remind him who had you first, but for now, he held back, letting you have your fun. The tension between them was fierce, and you knew that after tonight, Rafe would likely find a way to make Pope pay for touching you. But right now, you were in control.

With your ass still raised, you wrapped your hand around Pope's thick cock, stroking it slowly while he groaned beneath you. His head fell back against the pillow, his hips jerking up slightly as you teased him with your touch. Rafe watched, his breath ragged, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to intervene.

You smirked over your shoulder at Rafe, your voice dripping with seduction. “Well, don't just stand there.”

That was all it took. Rafe dropped to his knees behind you, gripping your hips firmly as he pulled you closer and ripped your stocking to have an opening to your pussy, then his mouth dived between your thighs. The sensation was electric, his tongue working you over with a fervor that made your entire body shudder. You moaned around Pope’s cock as you took him into your mouth, the vibrations of your moans making his hips buck up into you even more.

Rafe wasn’t letting up, his hands gripping your ass as he devoured you, his own cock hard and throbbing as he stroked himself, eager for more. The pleasure hit you in waves, and you couldn’t help but grind back against Rafe’s face as you moaned around Pope’s length, the taste of him filling your mouth.

Pope’s hands tangled in your hair, his breaths coming faster as you worked him with your lips and tongue. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up as he lost control. “Fuck, I'm gonna-,”Pope groaned, his voice strained, and before long, he was spilling into your mouth, his body tensing beneath you.

The moment Pope came, your own orgasm crashed over you, your moans muffled as you swallowed Pope’s release. Your body trembled as you came on Rafe’s mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as he lapped up every drop of your arousal, making sure to get every last bit. Both of you swallowed, savoring the moment as the three of you caught your breath.

With your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, you turned your attention to Rafe. Before he could fully catch his breath, you pushed him onto the bed, positioning his hard cock right at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, both of you moaning as he filled you completely. Your eyes locked with Pope’s, who was now sitting up, his gaze fixated on where you and Rafe were connected.

Rafe’s hands roamed your body, his lips latching onto your breasts as he groaned into your skin. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure as you rode him, feeling him stretch you out perfectly. Pope’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, watching every movement, his hand gripping his cock as it hardened again.

“You like watching me get fucked, don't you?” you teased, your voice low and sultry as you maintained eye contact with Pope. He nodded frantically, unable to take his eyes off you. “Yes,” he moaned, his hand stroking his length in sync with your movements on top of Rafe.

Your smirk grew as you leaned forward slightly, riding Rafe harder, causing both of you to moan louder. “Do you want to feel this tight pussy wrap around your dick?” you asked, breathless as the pleasure surged through you.

Pope’s breathing became ragged as he bit his lip, nodding desperately. “Yes, I need it,” he groaned again, his eyes practically begging you.

“Keep playing with yourself for me, but don’t cum,” you instructed, your voice firm despite the heat coursing through your body. "If you cum now, you don’t get to fuck me."

Pope nodded, his hand working his cock even faster as he tried to hold back. You shifted your attention back to Rafe, who was thrusting up into you with increasing urgency, his face flushed and his breaths ragged.

“You feel so good baby,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him, your lips barely brushing against his. “So tight and wet,” he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fought to keep control. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.”

Hearing that, you smirked and suddenly lifted yourself off him right as you came, leaving Rafe teetering on the edge. He let out a guttural moan as he spilled over, his cum splattering across your chest, coating your perky tits in the warm release.

You bit your lip, looking down at the mess you made of him, feeling the power shift entirely in your favor.

You were still catching your breath from Rafe’s release when you noticed Pope watching you with raw hunger in his eyes, his need obvious and desperate. You could tell he was barely holding on, trembling from restraint. You leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs for him, “Come on, Pope, fuck me.”

Pope’s gaze flickered briefly to Rafe, unsure if he should knowing the dangerous and possessive man who could make his life a living hell. But Rafe, reclining with a possessive smirk, growled, “Go ahead. Fuck her. It’s the last time you’ll ever get to do that.”

That was all the encouragement Pope needed. In an instant, he was on you, dragging his cock along your slick folds before thrusting inside, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He gripped your thighs, moaning as he sank deep, moving in rhythm with your every gasp. You felt every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely, and your moans blended with his.

But just when it felt too good to handle, you stopped him, breathless. “Rafe, come fill me up, too.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a wicked smile, watching Pope reluctantly pull out before positioning himself beneath you. You laid back on Rafe’s chest, feeling his cock nudging against your ass. He didn’t waste time, slowly slipping inside, the stretch almost unbearable as he filled you in a way only he could. You arched your back, crying out as he pushed further, groaning in pleasure.

Pope, desperate for more, lined himself up again and plunged back into your pussy. The feeling of being stretched by both of them at once sent shockwaves through your entire body. You nearly sobbed from how full you felt, the sensations overwhelming as their cocks moved in perfect sync, rocking your body with each thrust.

Rafe slowed his movements, easing his cock deeper into your ass while Pope sped up, his hands gripping your hips tight. “You like how her pussy feels, huh?” Rafe teased, glancing at Pope.

Pope, lost in the sensation, could only nod, barely able to form words. Rafe chuckled darkly, thrusting harder. “Well, treasure it, because it’s the last time you’re ever going to be inside my pussy.”

Your hand reached up, covering Rafe’s mouth as you turned to Pope, your voice dripping with lust. “God, you’re so big, you’re fucking me so good. Go faster, I’m gonna cum on that dick.”

Pope’s pace became relentless, and Rafe matched his rhythm, both of them pushing you to the edge. The pressure was almost too much, your body trembling violently, feeling like you might pass out from the intensity. And then it hit, waves of ecstasy crashed over you as you screamed, squirting all over both of them, your body shaking uncontrollably.

Pope couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling out just in time to cum all over your stomach. Rafe followed shortly after, spilling deep inside you, filling your ass as his own moans filled the room. All three of you were panting and completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.

You collapsed on the bed between them, completely fucked out, your body humming with satisfaction. “You both did so good,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. Rafe kissed your neck, whispering, “You took our cocks so well.”

Pope smirked, his breathing still heavy, and you smiled back at him, the tension in the air slowly fading. “The night is still young,” you teased, your voice light but exhausted.

They cleaned you up, tenderly helping you back into your corset and fixing your bunny ears. After cleaning themselves and slipping back into their clothes, the three of you headed back downstairs, with you leading the way and holding on to their hands as they trailed behind. The moment you stepped back into the party, all eyes were on you, the crowd erupting into cheers and knowing glances.

You smiled knowingly, basking in the attention, enjoying every bit of it as the night continued on and you were once again in the middle of the two men.

[insidekatmind]

The End~Jude Bellingham x reader (feat.Jonathan Daviss)

You’re sitting on the bed, your hands trembling as you clutch your phone. Jude is across the room, his face locked in an expression you barely recognize. The love that once united you feels like a distant memory, suffocated by glittering nights, applause, and trophies.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you try to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Jude runs a hand through his hair, his gaze evasive. “What do you want from me? I’m doing my best!”

“Your best?” you repeat, incredulous. “You don’t even look at me the way you used to. All that matters to you now is football, Real Madrid, your image. I... I don’t exist in your life anymore.”

He scoffs, as if your words are a burden. “That’s not true. But you don’t understand the pressure I’m under. I have responsibilities.”

“And me?” your voice rises, pain spilling out. “Don’t I matter? When was the last time you asked me how I was? When did you actually listen to how I felt?”

Jude stays silent, and that silence speaks louder than any words could. There’s nothing left to say. You stand, gathering your things with shaky hands.

“Goodbye, Jude,” you say, your voice breaking. You expect him to stop you, to say something, anything. But he doesn’t.

---

Six months have passed. You’ve changed. You’re no longer the insecure girl who needed approval. Now, you’re a singer the world is beginning to notice. The success of your latest single, Older, has catapulted you into the spotlight, and the lyrics are a gut punch to anyone who knows how to read between the lines.

“All I needed was someone who truly saw me, someone who treated me the way I deserved. Were you ever really that person?”

The song is everywhere. Jude can’t avoid it, no matter how hard he tries. Every time he turns on the radio, he hears your voice, each word a dagger to his chest. But what’s eating him even more are your social media posts.

In one of your latest photos, you’re with Jonathan Daviss, the actor from Outer Banks. The two of you are close, his smile radiant, his hand casually placed on your waist—a proximity that seems too natural to be accidental. And the caption doesn’t help.

“A man who knows how to treat a woman. 🌹”

Jude sees the photo, and it sets his blood boiling. Jonathan.He can’t get him out of his head.

“I can’t stand it,” he mutters to Vinicius, sitting next to him during practice.

“Who?” Vinicius asks with a smirk. “Ah, you mean your ex? I saw the photo. Nice shot, don’t you think?”

Jude shoots him a glare that could kill.

---

You’re at an event, a music awards ceremony. You’re wearing an elegant black dress that hugs every curve with class and grace. Jonathan is by your side, his arm casually draped across your back. You’re there to accept an award for your song, and the entire room is watching you with admiration.

But among all the eyes on you, there’s one gaze you feel the most. Jude is there. He wasn’t invited, but someone brought him as a special guest. You notice him immediately: he looks flawless, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel vulnerable.

After the ceremony, as you make your way to the bar, you find him there. He’s leaning against the counter, a glass of something amber in his hand. You approach him, not because you want to, but because you feel like you have no other choice.

“Congratulations,” he says, his voice lower than you remember. “Your song... It’s powerful.”

“Thanks,” you reply coldly, trying to maintain your composure.

Jude looks at you intensely, the pain evident in his eyes. “It’s about me, isn’t it?”

You smile, but it’s a bitter smile. “If you think it’s about you, maybe you should ask yourself why.”

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “I know I messed up. I know I lost you because I was... blind, stupid. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“This isn’t the time for those words, Jude,” you cut him off, searching for Jonathan in the crowd.

But Jude doesn’t back down. “He doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t love you like I do.”

“And how would you know?” you challenge, feeling anger rising. “Jonathan treats me like a queen. Something you never did.”

Jude stays silent for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. But I can’t accept it. I can’t accept that it’s over between us.”

His words hit you, but you’re unsure of what you feel. All you know is that you’ve changed, and maybe, just maybe, you no longer want to be the girl who needs saving. Perhaps this time, it’s up to you to decide what you really want.

[baebankz]

thigh fucking

Summary: since jj is always in control you thought it was a good idea to please him in a way you have always dreamt of. letting you fuck him with your thighs.

warnings : smut, spitting, arousal, explicit language, warnings: smut, spitting, arousal, explicit language. thigh fucking. kissing, mature content 18+.

domfem x submale

disclaimer: This is my first smut, lmk how i did and idk how long this acc is but ik it’s quite long.

have fun.

It was currently 10:54pm on a Friday night and you had just gotten on your pyjamas after a quick night shower. They were not covering much, but this was always the best choice of clothing when it’s summer in the outer-banks. You huffed as you fanned yourself with a pice of paper sitting on your desk as you made you way to edge of your bed, picking up your phone with your free hand.

“come on” you gritted to yourself

JJ was meant to be coming over tonight. You both thought it was the best time to spend time together alone since your friends never really gave you that space and have severe attachment issues, and well, your parents are currently on holiday, therefore you thought a win is a win.

Shortly after, you heard your phone ding. Your head immediately popped up from your desk that you had been sitting at while scrolling through your laptop trying to find new summer dresses on different websites. You groaned as you stretched your body to the side of the bed your phone was laying on and opened your phone to see one message from JJ.

You smiled as you read the message

JJ: I’ll be 5 minutes baby

“Took you long enough” you muttered to yourself, you sighed as you dropped your phone again, not even bothering to reply to him. As you continued to shop, getting bored of the website you had been looking on. You heard your front door close, you immediately shook the feeling of unease off when you remembered it was almost definitely JJ.He always let himself in when your parents weren’t in, he claimed your house as his second home, and your parents claimed him as a second child. They loved him, probably because he put on a sweet lovesick puppy show in-front of them for you.But behind closed doors, he was definitely something else.

You didn’t bother to get up from your seat, you just waited for JJ to open your door and barge on your bed, making himself comfy.

But instead he opened the door and slowly walked through it, a massive grin on his face as his eyes lit up to see you. He was wearing a plain white time top. and some grey joggers.

Fuck.

You turned your attention to his face. Spinning yourself on your chair as you smiled at him. He dropped his bag and walked over to you. It seemed he had already took his shoes of downstairs, Good boy.

You lifted yourself up and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and his face was suddenly buried in the crook of your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as he held you tightly, his hands roaming everywhere, he rests his hands underneath your bottom.

“hi baby” he breaths against your neck as he leaves a wet kiss on your shoulder

Your arms that were wrapped around his neck soon made their way to his hair, tugging at his hair which made him let out a groan. A groan that you could never get tired of hearing.

It made your legs buckle

JJ was a lot taller than you, which made it easy to hold you in place. He then picked you up and walked over to the edge of the bed. Where he sat down and placed you on his lap, hooking your legs against his hand so he could split them apart to sit on the outside of his thighs.

“You look so handsome” You murmur to him as your hands cup his face.

JJ’s eyes immediately melt. He feels vulnerable in a sense of a way that he’s trapped, But trapped in a way he doesn’t want to escape.

“Say that again” he asks, him bitting his lip as he drops his head into your half covered boobs. He’s proud of himself for not touching them yet, on a normal daily basis within 10 seconds of seeing you he would’ve lapped his tongue around them. But for some reason, he feels as if he can’t move, He feels like…

you’ve got full control over him.

“your so handsome, such a pretty boy” you whisper against his ear as you trail your finger up his toned biceps.

oh they were so fucking sexy.

JJ immediately got chills, he felt blood rush through his body and his mouth gaped open, like he was waiting for you to shove your fingers into his mouth, He wanted you, there was so many signs to show it.

“What’s the matter, hmm? Your getting so flustered when all i’m doing is calling you handsome..” you innocently smile as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your chest now pressed up against his.

He groans, his mouth moving closer to yours. He wants a kiss.

You smile as you connect your lips with his. Ruffling his hair up with your fingertips, earning a small whimper from his mouth,

Oh, how that turned you on.

You kissed him harder as his hands found way to cup your ass.You slightly bucked your hips on-top of his lap, which made you moan into his mouth as he whimpered again. It’s normally him in control when it comes to situations like this, but you wanted to try and be the one to please him for a change, you wanted to see how submissive he can be.

“Let me make you feel good, handsome” you breath against kisses, still feeling slightly hot from the friction below you.

“please” he whimpers. His hand immediately going to the waistband of your shorts. Your natural instinct to roughly move his hand away. You looked at him with big eyes as you smiled and pushed his chest down, so now that he’s laying on the bed with his back.

“Let me do it the way i want to, for a change” you demand as you look into his eyes. JJ was way to flustered in his own desire to disagree, he loved this, seeing you all in control while he was getting hot and bothered within the minutes counting down. He nodded, to occupied with your pretty face to speak, his hand went to cup it. His thumb stroking against your cheek.

You smiled softly, you were so in-love with him.

“What do you want to do to me, beautiful?” he manages to breath out in a quiet voice. Your push clenched at his words. And he could feel it against his aching bulge.

Your smirked as began to take his T-shirt off for him, him obeying well and lifting himself up to give you easier access. “You wanna know, baby?” you question as you bite your lip, removing your thin right top from your body, making your breasts spring free.

JJ’s eyes glistened, you could’ve swore abit of dripple came out of his mouth. His hand immediately comes to palm your breasts, circling his thumb against your hard nipple. It made your head fall back as you licked your lip. JJ was now on the verge of crying. He wanted to flip you over and fuck you so badly, until you were seeing starships. But oh how badly he wanted you to take care of him.

“yes please, mama… don’t make me wait any longer, please.” he pleaded, now both thumbs on both breasts.

“I’m not going to make you wait any longer baby, i don’t want to make this… hard for you” you joked as you looked down. The dark red tip of his cock had pushed itself out of the waist band oh his joggers, a slight bit of precum staining the rim.

You shuffled to the side so you could remove both his boxers and joggers, along with your shorts. You threw your shorts towards JJ’s face. A whole of one of the legs caught around his nose. He whimpered. He would smell the wetness.

“please mama” he begged

you climbed on his lap again. his long shaft hitting his belly button. Your mouth watered.

“how about this” you started, giving him a few kisses on his lips which he returned sloppily.

“i want to fuck you with my thighs, is that okay with you?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you smile. It made JJ fold every time.

He groaned at your words, his hips shifting upwards to meet any friction he could find

“mama, please, do anything to me..” he whimpered. his fingers brushing against your side. He knew if he took control you wouldn’t speak to him, he knew how to be good. Sometimes…

“ You want me to be on-top… or can i trust you to do it, and you will not slip up?” you question sternly, JJ knows if he fucks up he’s not fucking you for potentially a week.

“i can do it” he mumbles weakly.

“ are you sure” you question

JJ nods hesitantly, he’s scared he’s not going to be able to keep control but he tries his best anyways. He’s able to flip you both over, shuffling up more on the bed. you place your arms were it’s most comfortable. JJ has his hands steady on your backside. He could come from the view of you he bit his lip as he put you slightly more stable on your knees. he placed his cock abit lower than your pussy hole. Around the area your thighs meet, without any concern he pushes his cock through it. the feeling of your warm squishy thighs coating his long cock made him over edge horribly.

Moans, moans and more moans. that’s all you heard off of him.

His grip on your ass turned your skin purple as he slides his cock backwards and forwards in-between the crease of your thighs.

“fuck mama, so fucking good” he groans as you start to shuffle your thighs against his movement, you are able to feel his cock slightly hit your folds making you whimper every so often. His cock was majestic in ways on you could understand. Only you.

“such a handsome boy” you moan out as you feel him start to accidentally slip inside of you. He realises what he did

“m sorry mama” he whimpers but it feels too good to reject it.

“come inside of me, pretty boy.” You breath out.

JJ makes no room to argue as he slams himself in you. seconds later filling you up with his warm milky sperm. He collapses onto of you. His dick pulsing against your ass as his nose is against your shoulder.

“fuck, he in control more often please mama.”

[a1ecmcdowell]

good graces — pope heyward x kook!reader!

part of the short n' sweet x obx collection, found here!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤincludes, kook!reader. mean girl!reader. pope is the sweetest pea.<3

❛ want you every second, don't need other guys! ❜

pope heyward was whipped. honestly? sometimes you exploited his love, knowing that whatever you said, he’d fall over himself to try and make happen. like, you were just the best thing to ever happen to him — and that wasn’t even a stretch. he’d told you so. 

so here you were, sitting on his lap while he hung out with his delinquent friends, not hearing a single word that any of them said. they weren’t your friends after all, even though they’d accepted you as such. 

your friends had nothing better to do than call you crazy for dating a pogue in the first place. but what business of theirs was it, getting in between you and someone that worshiped the ground you walked on? 

“what are you thinking about?” pope whispers in your ear, his hand splayed across your stomach, tracing little circles and hearts with his index finger. his other hand, bless him, pulls down the hem of the mini skirt to cover more of your leg. 

you smile over your shoulder at him, planting a kiss on his cheek in the process. “just things.” 

“oh, ‘just things’, huh? those are my favorite things to think about,” he teases, the hand on your stomach tickling along the edge of your hip, just up your ribcage. “don’t like when you go quiet on me, button.” 

button. it always made your heart feel like it was full of warm butterflies when he called you that. because you’re cute as a button, he’d said the first time, when you asked why. 

people didn’t usually think you were cute as anything. they tended to steer clear of you, out of fear of the power you held on figure 8. and, really, they were valid for it. you knew so much about so many people that, well, one wrong look and you’d ruin their life. 

but not pope. sweet little pope drunkenly stumbled up to you one night a few months ago and declared that you were the prettiest person he’d ever seen. through a bunch of slurs and stumbled words trying to make that point, but hey, it counted. 

“why? you afraid i’m thinking of ways to exploit you or something?” 

pope laughs under his breath, like he’s saving the sound just for you, only for you. he always made you feel so, so special. “yes, actually.” 

“you know i’d never do that to you,” you coo, turning a little on your side to face him and pinch his cheek teasingly between your index finger and your thumb. “not my boyfriend.” 

“oh, barf,” jj exclaims from the other side of john b’s porch, his fingers loosely holding a beer can between them. “get a room, will ya? some of us are trying to get fucked up.” 

you shoot a stern glare at him. usually people wither underneath your icy gaze, but jj maybank was a special case of mess, and so all he did was smile at you, sickly sweet and fake. 

no, you weren’t just cruel in this case, rejecting all of pope’s friends. they’d rejected you first. you could make a little more effort to get in their good graces, but why would you? 

why, when you had the approval of the only person you wanted? 

“might exploit him.” you don’t take your eyes off of him, though your words are aimed behind you, at the boy holding you just a bit tighter. 

pope laughs again. “good luck with that,” he hums, “nothing’s ever embarrassed him. we’ve tried.” 

you could do it. surely there was some weakness that you could manipulate. everyone had one, even when they said they didn’t. pope’s was you; yours was dirt mucking up your favorite heels. 

“stop thinking on me,” pope chastises lightly, his hands tightening around your waist, dragging you in closer against his chest. his lips are like butterfly wings beating against the side of your neck, leaving little presses of kisses along your skin. “forget j.” 

your glossed lips puff out in a pout. “i’ve tried. he’s just so damn loud.” 

you rest your hands on top of pope’s over your stomach, locking your fingers with his. he flips one of your hands over, loosens his grip, and plants his mouth on your palm in another kiss. 

he was so, so obsessed with you. you still hadn’t figured out what exactly you did to earn such loyalty, but who were you to deny it, when it was so sweet? 

“they’ll come around eventually,” he whispers on your palm, kissing each of your fingertips, then the inside of your wrist, “just gotta let ‘em get tired of looking for flaws. they won’t find any. not in you.” 

another wash of warmth falls over you, coating you like a soft blanket. god, he was perfect, wasn’t he? 

“oh, i don’t care about their opinion about me,” you say easily, tilting your head over your shoulder again so you could look at him, meet those beautiful dark eyes of his. 

his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. the look in his eyes says that he doesn’t believe you, and honestly, it’s a good assessment. you didn’t like people not liking you. made you want to find some way to ruin them, to give them a valid reason not to— 

“just yours,” you clarify, and it’s as true as pope’s analyzing eyes’s assumptions. 

and when he kisses you, a lingering, soft one on your parted lips, you don’t even hear the mock gagging coming from the blonde across from the both of you. not when pope’s adoration radiates off of him like soundwaves, drowning out everything around the both of you.

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 16

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

A/N: I might start being silly and include fake instagram posts for this fic, one of them included in this one. I just hope it shows up LOL. Of course, I can't find exact pics for the situations I need them for, so the pictures in the posts are just there for you to see the poses/style of the pics I have in mind, and you picture the cast + Isla for them.

“Now this is what I’m talkin’ about,” Cleo coos, the satisfied smile evident in her voice as she stretches on the chair, dark skin glowing under the sun.

Isla grins from her own chair, laying on her stomach with the sun on her back, mostly exposed thanks to her bikini, while she reads the latest Emily Henry book laying before her. Music plays from a speaker somewhere, burgers and hot dogs being cooked on the grill manned by John B, as the rest of them lay and laze around on the deck of The Druthers, Sarah’s dad’s yacht.

It’s not often they hang out at Sarah’s house, and even less so on Ward’s yacht. Most of their time is spent on The Cut, at the beach, the Chateau. It’s where they’re most comfortable together, as a group. But when it’s just them, with no one else disrupting them, moments like these where they can use the yacht and it just be their group, they take advantage of being on Figure Eight. The Cut is their side of the island, no doubt, but between Sarah’s, Isla and Kie’s homes being on Figure Eight, Cleo coming over all of the time for girls’ days, JJ and Pope making deliveries on Figure Eight for Heyward, and John B, of course, spending time at Sarah’s place, they all end up spending time on this side of the island, too.

Isla knows, though, some of her friends aren’t always totally comfortable being here, since The Cut is what they truly know. Sometimes, if they’re feeling particularly stubborn—especially JJ—it’s like pulling teeth trying to get them to hang out somewhere on Figure Eight, or even just Sarah’s house. And Isla gets it; Kooks are assholes and when they see outsiders—or Pogues—they get all righteous and pick fights. Isla knows that Pogues can sometimes be just as bad over on The Cut, but at the same time, no one really kicks out the Kooks when they crash Pogue parties. So Isla can’t really blame her friends for not coming to Figure Eight if they don’t have to. It feels too Kook-like, according to JJ, and Isla agrees sometimes.

But today is an exception. It’s a beautiful day and Sarah had asked Ward if they could use the Druthers; not to take it out or anything, but leave it sitting at the Camerons’ dock while the Pogues hung out on it, grilling food and drinking, ahem, responsibly. 

They wanted to just have a chill hang out following JJ quitting his job, even though he didn’t want to be in Kooklandia. But Sarah had given him puppy dog eyes and Kie had smiled flirtatiously, and so he had joined them on the yacht, too. Plus, with enough beers and a few hits of the joint Kie had rolled, JJ has mellowed out.

Kie hasn’t said if anything happened between her and JJ when she left the yacht club with him, despite Isla questioning her. Isla hopes that her sister would tell her if something did happen, but that hope itself seems a little hypocritical, coming from her. So, Isla doesn’t push.

“How much longer on the food, John B?” Kie asks where she sits on the cushioned bench stretching along one side of the deck. She plucks the strings of her ukelele, playing the tune of the Arctic Monkeys song playing through the speakers.

“Two minutes,” John B calls back, waving at the smoke rising from the grill. Next to him, Pope had sliced tomatoes and pulled lettuce leaves, and is now slathering mayonnaise on the burger buns. They both stand shirtless in just swimming trunks, though John B wears a Kiss the Cook apron that Sarah gave him to shield his bare chest from potential oil splatters. 

Before lunch is served, Isla places a bookmark in her book before getting up, heading inside the lodge to go to the bathroom. She sees Wheezie on the couch, laying comfortably and seemingly playing a game on her phone. She had asked to hang out on the yacht with them today, and since they all like Wheezie, there was no reason not to invite her.

After Isla quickly uses the bathroom, she walks back out and smiles at the youngest Cameron. “How’s it going, Wheezie? Why’re you sitting in here?” Isla asks, sitting at the end of the L-shaped couch to face Wheezie laying on the other end.

“I get burnt too easily, no matter what kind of sunblock I use,” Wheezie says as she sits up, back resting against the arm rest.

“Well, the food is about to be done,” Isla says, glancing over her shoulder out the sliding glass doors. Looking back at Wheezie, she grins teasingly. “Want me to bring your food in here for you?”

Wheezie rolls her eyes, but she grins. “I think I’ll survive.”

Isla laughs as her gaze shifts, catching sight of the few beaded bracelets Wheezie wears on her wrist. Isla’s smile turns softer, Rafe’s face flashing through her mind. She drags her teeth across her bottom lip before commenting, “I like your bracelets. They’re pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” Wheezie smiles, raising her wrist to give it a little shake of her bracelets.

“You make them yourself?” Isla asks, despite knowing the answer.

“Yup,” Wheezie answers, pushing up her glasses. “I have a huge bead collection. I even sell them online sometimes.”

“Yeah?” Isla grins, eyebrows rising. “Can you make me one? I’ll pay,” she adds, wiggling her eyebrows.

“First one’s free for friends,” Wheezie replies, which only widens Isla’s grin.

Just then, John B’s voice calls out, “Food’s ready! Come and get it!”

As she and Wheezie get up, the younger girl asks, “I have, like, a crap-ton of colored beads and different shaped beads, like stars and hearts, stuff like that. Is there anything you want specifically?”

Isla considers for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek. Rafe’s eyes flicker through her mind. “Baby blue beads, if you have them? And heart beads.”

Wheezie nods a couple of times. “I can do that!”

“Thanks, Wheezie,” Isla smiles as they step back out onto the deck, catching sight of her friends gathering towards the food.

Isla helps herself to a burger, piling on some lettuce and slices of tomatoes before stepping over to the cooler to grab a drink. Except when she opens it, her eyebrows furrow together. “Hey,” she calls over her shoulder. “Where are the sodas?”

“No sodas!” JJ shouts where he sits towards the front, raising his can of beer. She doesn’t need to see his eyes, which are shielded by sunglasses, to know he’s drunk as she catches sight of that lazy grin on his face. “Beer day only! You think Kooks drink Coke or water when they’re chilling on their yacht?” he snorts, patting the ledge of the boat.

“Seriously?” Isla groans. She’s already one beer in and isn’t particularly in the mood for another. “There was supposed to be water in here, too.”

“Come on, man,” Pope sighs in exasperation towards JJ, hand resting on the top of his cap.

Isla puts her plate down, taking another paper plate to cover her food from potential flies or bugs. “I’m gonna get the drinks,” she says, huffing out a breath as she reaches for her denim shorts and pulls them on. She knows the soda cans and water bottles are in the fridge at the house.

“I can go,” Pope says. “It’ll be heavy.”

Isla scoffs, throwing him a look. “I’ve lifted heavier shit at the restaurant,” she reminds him in a deadpan tone, pocketing her phone. She squints at the length of the dock leading to the Cameron estate, cracking a smile. “I’ll be back in ten.”

She walks off the Druthers and begins the trek down the dock. The music from the yacht grows more and more distant as she walks further down the dock, pulling out her phone and going to her texts.

To: Rafe

you back home yet?

Four steps later, his response comes in.

From: Rafe

Yeah, just got back in. You guys still on the Druthers?

To: Rafe

yeah but i’m coming into the house to get some drinks

From: Rafe

Thought you guys would be stacked up on alcohol

To: Rafe

alcohol, yes. but we need water and sodas too lol

She pockets her phone, getting off the dock and approaching the back glass doors of the house and walking inside. Isla hears someone moving around in the kitchen and when she walks in, she grins at the sight of Rafe. He’s in the process of making a protein shake, it looks like, dressed in gray pants with a light blue button down tucked in, sleeves rolled to the elbows. 

Isla bites her smiling bottom lip, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall on her side as she watches him. She knows he’s just coming back from some meetings that he sits in on with his dad, already having a place in Ward’s company for him to one day take over. Rafe’s watch shines on his wrist and her smile widens when she sees one of the beaded bracelets on his other wrist, the beads dark in color.

“Hi there,” she greets, catching his attention right when he puts the lid on the blender.

Rafe looks up, gaze finding hers and a smile instantly finding his face. It makes her heart flutter, how quickly the smile appears when he looks at her. It lights up his entire handsome face, his feelings so evident, and a comforting fire spreads through Isla—to know she’s the reason for that smile.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he says, blue eyes dipping down the length of her, her skin electrifying with delicious awareness everywhere his gaze touches. He rolls his bottom lip into his mouth as she walks over, and Rafe nods towards the box of Coca-Cola and some water bottles sitting on the counter. “Got your drinks out for you.”

“Why, thank you.” The corners of her lips dip downwards in a teasing grin, cheek turning into the shoulder she lifts. “You—” Her hand reaches forward to hook a finger through his belt loop, closing the gap between them while tilting her head back to smile at him as he looks down at her, eyebrows raised. “Look ridiculously handsome.”

It’s unfair how nicely the button down stretches across his broad chest and shoulders, strong forearms shown off with how the sleeves are rolled up. “Oh, yeah?” Rafe murmurs, his one hand leaning against the counter while the other slides up her long dark hair, threading through the strands before his hand cups the back of her head. He applies just the slightest bit of pressure to pull her head back while dipping his head, Isla’s eyes fluttering shut when his lips press to her smiling ones.

She hums into the kiss, chest against his torso and lips parting against his. “Mm, I can’t stay for long,” she murmurs, laughing breathlessly as Rafe trails kisses along her jaw, down her neck. Her head tilts back, eyelashes fluttering in response to his lips working along her neck, a breath shuddering out of her. “Rafe, your parents—”

“Dad and Rose are at work,” he tells her. Isla’s thighs clench when his teeth graze against her skin.

“Okay, but don’t—” Isla laughs when he teasingly, lightly, nips at her and her hands press to his chest. “Do not leave any marks.”

Rafe groans. “Boring,” he says, but when he pulls back he’s grinning. His hands shift so he’s cupping her cheeks, thumbs lightly digging into the dents of her dimples when she grins up at him. “Your cheeks are flushed,” he comments with a chuckle.

Isla hums. “Hot day. Are you going back to work?”

Rafe nods. “Yeah, got an hour and a half to kill though,” he tells her with a meaningful raise of his eyebrows.

“Oh-ho, don’t look at me,” Isla laughs, shaking her head. “I gotta get back to the others.”

But Rafe wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her to him with a burgeoning grin. “I’m sure you have some time to kill,” he muses, and Isla yelps in surprise, hands gripping Rafe’s shoulders, as he lifts her and sits her on the counter, the cool marble chilling the bare skin of her thighs. He kisses her again, hands sliding down her sides, teasing the band of her shorts. “We can be quick,” he says, each word emphasized by a kiss as his fingers brush over the button and zipper of her shorts, but he doesn’t go any further. “Hmm?”

He pulls back to look at her questioningly, but Isla chases his kisses, making him grin knowingly, and she groans because of course she can’t say no to him. “We really will have to be quick,” she says breathlessly, heart thumping at the thrill of anticipation.

Rafe’s smirk is wicked and eager, fingers working to undo her short’s button and zipper. And it’s risky—oh, it’s so risky, but cautious is thrown out the window the second Rafe tugs her shorts off, taking them off all the way and dropping them to the floor. Isla kisses him again, eager to feel the softness of his lips and taste him, as she feels his fingers work at the bows on one side at her hip of her bikini bottom, undoing it to pull it off.

His kisses trail down her jaw, her neck, and Isla’s head tilts back as his lips travel down her sternum, her stomach as he pulls her closer to the edge of the counter before he drops down. Isla’s heart is thunderously in her chest, lips parted as she watches Rafe part her legs further, an eager gleam in his eyes that meet hers as his tongue licks a stripe up her center.

“Oh—God,” Isla shudders, one hand finding the back of his head and the other gripping the edge of the counter, watching and feeling as he licks at her. Electricity shoots through her veins, watching her boyfriend who is dressed up the way he is, as he eats her like she’s his last damn meal, holding back nothing.

Isla’s breaths come out sharply, a moan escaping when Rafe’s teeth graze her clit, the moan becoming a cry when he sucks her clit into his mouth, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs before his tongue does something—alternating from fluttering and fucking her, making Isla throw her head back as stars begin to dot her closed lids. Her fingers tighten in his hair, no doubt messing it up, but neither of them seem to care as her hips start moving at their own accord, her breaths coming out like whimpers as she looks down at Rafe, watching him lick and kiss and suck at her.

He looks like he’s in fucking heaven, which only makes her skin fire up more, desire and exhilaration and the slight alarm of potentially getting caught mix together to make her head spin even more. Over the thundering of her heart, Isla can hear the crude sounds of him eating her out, sucking at her lips and tongue licking into her. Rafe knows exactly what to do, showing just as much attention to her clit, and it’s enough for Isla to feel that familiar tensing, electrifying sensation low in her abdomen.

“Oh, God, Rafe—I can’t—I’m gonna—Please.”

Rafe hums against her, giving her clit a slow, wicked suck, and Isla is falling apart with a sharp cry of his name. White flashes across her closed eyes as her climax wracks through her, shaking as Rafe lets her ride through it on his tongue, taking in whatever she can give him.

She’s seconds away from collapsing on her back on the counter—oh, she can’t believe they just did that on the Camerons’ kitchen counter—but Rafe’s arm is around her waist, holding her up as he rises to his feet. When Isla looks at him, trying to catch her breath, a smirk dances on his lips, sinfully shining, as his hand presses to the small of her back, his skin hot against hers.

“Look at that,” Rafe muses cockily as Isla’s slightly widened eyes meet his. “Knew you’d be a good girl.”

Isla exhales sharply, her racing heart only just beginning to settle. “You’re crazy,” she remarks. “And a menace.”

He grins shamelessly. “You like it, though.”

She shakes her head, but smiles nonetheless with heat in her cheeks as Rafe gets some paper towels and helps her clean up. When he helps her off the counter, Isla’s knees shake only a little bit, but she’s able to stand as Rafe ties the strings of her bikini bottoms against her hip. “I can’t believe we just did that,” Isla whispers, hands on her warm cheeks as she watches Rafe tie a cute little bow before he bends to grab her shorts. “On your kitchen counter.”

“It’s no big deal, Isla,” he tells her with a light chuckle, holding her shorts up by the band for her to step into. 

“Your family cooks and eats here!” Isla hisses, one hand on his shoulder to keep her balance as she puts her right foot into the shorts and then the left. “I mean, that’s—”

“Baby, baby, stop worrying,” Rafe cuts in with a gentle laugh, buttoning and zipping her shorts before cupping her cheeks. Despite her mild freak out, she’s more than a little endeared that he practically dressed her after making her see stars. Chivalry isn’t dead, afterall. “I’ll clean up, if that helps.”

Isla’s eyes widen. “You better,” she says before reaching for the long box of Coke cans. “I gotta get back before they start asking questions.”

He nods to the water bottles. “Let me get you a bag for those.” He opens one of the lower cabinets and pulls out a plastic bag, putting the water bottles in there before handing her the bag. “You sure you don’t need help?”

Isla smiles, stepping over to him. “I’ll be fine, babe,” she says, rising on her toes to give him a quick kiss. “I’ll call you later?”

Rafe grins. “Looking forward to it.”

*****

The yard of the Chateau, with the view of the water, looks gorgeous.

Under Sarah’s leadership, the girls had transformed the outdoor space into a pretty, Pinterest-inspired dinner area. Isla and Kie had borrowed their dad’s pick up truck and used it to bring the bigger supplies, like folding tables and extra chairs. The sunset makes the sky bleed orange into red, reflecting off the water, and the fairy lights that are stretched along above them and tied around the trees and back porch pillars add a fantasy-like glow. 

The tables, just two and big enough to fit all seven of them, are covered with a rustic linen tablecloth that will probably get stained by the time dinner is over. There are two cute centerpieces of vases stocked with wildflowers that Isla had picked. The girls all each cooked multiple things—especially given there will be three teenage guys with them who can each eat two people’s worth of food. There’s lasagna, chicken pot pie, Cleo’s famous sandwiches, stuffed peppers, garlic bread. Not to mention the other bits of dessert to go with the birthday cake. Over the screened in porch, facing their set up, a custom made Happy Birthday John B! banner hung, along with balloons tied to the tops of their chairs.

“Okay, Pope just texted,” Cleo announces, her phone screen lighting up her face. “They’re ten minutes out!”

“Okay, okay,” Sarah rushes and Isla smiles in amusement because her friend almost resembles a headless chicken. But she looks pretty, unsurprisingly, in a pale yellow summer dress and sandals, hair in loose waves with the front braided back. “We’ve got everything, right?” she asks, her eyes critically looking over the table set up.

Kie nods, brushing away a fallen leaf from the table. “Good to go, dude,” she confirms, grinning excitedly.

They go inside the house and begin bringing the food out, which they made sure is warm and set it out on the table, though they don’t take off the lids or Seran wrap off the top of the dishes so flies or bugs don’t get into the food. Soda and beer bottles are also brought out and Isla bites back a smile as she watches Sarah needlessly—and nervously—straighten out the utensils placed by the plates.

“We’re good, right? This is good?” Sarah asks, looking around.

“Would you calm down?” Isla laughs, walking over and gripping Sarah’s shoulders from behind before hugging her. “John B’s gonna love it.”

Sarah’s nervousness is only a sign of how much she loves John B, and this is totally not the right time or circumstance to suddenly feel the dull ache of yearning deep in Isla’s chest as she thinks of Rafe. It’s accompanied by the sharp sting of jealousy that comes with witnessing her friends be so openly in love and together, while Isla feels as though she can’t share the beginning bloom of her new relationship with Rafe.

Maybe cowardice is holding her back. No matter when or how Isla tells her friends, she knows that their reactions are not going to be good. The guys and Rafe, with his friends, have gotten into plenty of fights and spats over the years, and Isla isn’t sure her friends are willing to move past that. Part of her worries that Rafe could spend the next few years being civil and, hell, even nice to them without their relationship being revealed, and it would still take a while for her friends not to hate him. Sarah would be the easiest to win over, Isla figures, because her relationship with Rafe has gotten better over the last couple of years.

But the Pogue versus Kook mentality that smothers their island is the root of the resentment between them. Perhaps it’s a bit delusional, but Isla hopes that if she can see Rafe has changed, that he’s a better person than the asshole who used to get into fights with JJ, John B, and Pope, then her friends can see it, too. They would just have to get past, well, the past. And that, she fears, isn’t going to be easy.

“What’s with all the lights?” Isla hears John B’s voice, and she pulls out of her thoughts quickly enough to join the others in exclaiming, “Surprise!”

She sees John B’s eyes widen, hands up in front of him as he says, “Oh, shit,” while a grin grows on his face as he looks at them all with shock lighting up his eyes. “What?” He laughs as JJ grabs his shoulders and gives him a shake, grinning, while Pope steals a page out of JJ’s books and gives John B a noogie.

“Happy birthday, John B,” Sarah smiles, walking over to him and throwing her arms around his neck. His arms instantly wind around her waist, and Kie whistles when the two of them share a kiss. When they pull back, Sarah’s smile widens. “Hope you’re ready to eat,” she says, fingers interlacing with his as she pulls him towards the tables.

She lets go of his hand long enough for the rest of them to step in, and Isla grins at her friend as she wraps her arms around him. “Happy birthday, buddy,” she murmurs, giving him a squeeze that he returns. “Feeling old yet?” she laughs as they pull away, patting his shoulder. 

John B’s grin is wide and smug. “Nineteen and never felt younger,” he chuckles, hooking his arm around her neck before they all make their way to the tables. John B lets out a laugh, rubbing his hands together as he says, “Guys, this looks amazing.” To JJ and Pope, he smirks. “No wonder you boys kept me out all day.”

JJ grins, tipping an imaginary hat to Sarah. “We were under strict orders,” he says with a wink as they all sit down.

John B sits at the head, Sarah to his right with Isla next to her and Kie on the other side of Isla. JJ sits to John B’s left, and Pope and Cleo are opposite of Isla and Kie. Among the dishes, there are two three-wick candles adding to the ambiance provided by the fairy lights. “Wow,” John B says again when he sits, smiling in awe as he observes the spread in front of him. “You guys went all out, huh?”

Pope shoots him a grin. “Anything for you, Grandpa,” he says, everyone’s laughter ringing when John B throws him a feigned glare at the knock at his age. Comes with the territory when he’s the oldest of their group.

“Let’s eat!” Sarah says, gesturing for everyone to begin helping themselves.

Their chatter fills the air, along with the clinking of utensils against plates as they serve themselves, piling up their plates with the home cooked dishes. Cleo, having hooked up her phone to the Bluetooth speaker sitting at the base of the tree nearby, plays music in the background, not too loud to overpower their conversation but enough to add to the atmosphere. Dishes are passed back and forth, drinks are poured, and smiles are ever present as the seven of them get lost in this small world they’ve built for themselves. 

The guys regale their adventures from today, which was really just an average day in OBX for them. Out on the boat, fishing, surfing, their usual activities that they never get tired of. It’s why John B didn’t suspect the surprise dinner because nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Isla knows that Sarah also has a romantic dinner planned with him tomorrow, but she wanted all of them to spend his actual birthday together, as a family.

And that’s exactly what they do, constant laughter ringing out in between eating and drinking and taking pictures for their memories. “Yo, we should do these more,” John B comments at one point, reaching for his glass. “Like, these family dinners,” he clarifies, gesturing to the table with the glass and a smile.

Cleo points a fork at him, arching an eyebrow. “You say that now because you and the boys did none of the cooking,” she points out.

Isla snaps her fingers, nodding. “Exactly.”

“Next time, y’all are cooking,” Kie says, raising her eyebrow at all three of the guys. 

“You trust us in the kitchen?” JJ grins at her, leaning back in his chair with an arm thrown over the back of Pope’s chair. Isla doesn’t miss the way JJ is looking at Kie, a dimple in his cheek and his blue eyes glinting with something far more than something that can be clocked under the guise of a platonic relationship. 

Isla rolls her smiling lips into her mouth, hiding it behind the rim of her glass as she sips the Coke. Her gaze flicks to her left, catching Sarah’s own knowing, smiling gaze. On the other side of Isla, Kie snorts out a laugh. “I’m sure you boys are capable,” she muses and oh, man, those two are definitely flirting, whether they realize it or not.

Now Isla is really wondering if something did happen between Kie and JJ, and her sister just hasn’t told her about it. 

When they finish eating dinner, they all take the time to take some pictures before Sarah heads inside. She’s only gone for a few minutes, but Isla sees John B’s gaze constantly going to the house, like he’s looking out for her. It makes Isla smile, even as her phone vibrates and she checks to see a text from Sarah.

From: Sarah👸🏼🩵

coming!!!!

Isla thumbs up the message and goes on her phone’s camera, getting to her feet and wiggling her eyebrows at John B’s questioning look right as the backdoor opens and Sarah walks out. “Happy birthday to you. . .” She starts singing with a laugh, and with Isla recording, the rest of them join in on the singing as Sarah walks towards John B, holding the cake with two candles, reading 19, are lit on top and make Sarah’s smiling face glow.

The group of them sing happy birthday to John B as he laughs, delight lighting up his face as Sarah puts the cake in front of him on the table, her smile wide as JJ hands him a knife to cut the cake. “Cut it, old man!” JJ says over the rest of their cheering.

Isla records John B blowing out the candles before he cuts the cake, Sarah standing next to him with her hands pressed together after clapping, pressed against her smiling lips as she watches John B cut the cake. He takes a slice, then, and offers it to Sarah, and Isla and Kie whistle as he feeds it to her. And Isla is so glad she has that video to play it at their inevitable wedding, where they recreate that very moment with their wedding cake. Isla can already, so easily, picture it as she posts one of the photos they took tonight on Instagram.

“Alright, alright, step aside,” Pope says once they’ve finished, taking the knife from John B. “I’ll cut.”

Cleo slides up next to him. “I’ll give it out,” she says, grabbing the pile of small plates.

They get to work, with Pope cutting slices and placing them on plates, which Cleo hands to the rest of them. When Isla notes that JJ is occupied with Sarah and John B, she quickly but casually makes her way to where Kie is cleaning up more of the table and bringing dishes inside. Isla grabs the lasagna dish and hurries after her sister into the house, and Kie glances at her over her shoulder.

“What’s up?” she asks as they enter the kitchen, as though she knows Isla is after something.

“Come on, be honest,” Isla starts, placing the dish on the counter. “Did something happen between you and JJ the other day?”

Kie presses her lips together as she places the pile of dirty plates in the sink. With her back to Isla, her shoulders seem tense, bracing her hands against the counter before she slowly turns to face Isla. Isla, on the other hand, is watching her with eyes slightly widened with anticipation, biting back the urge to yell I knew it! before Kie even has had the chance to say anything.

“We’re going on a date,” Kie slowly says, lips twitching as though she is struggling not to smile.

But Isla’s jaw has dropped, eyes even wider as she stares at her sister in disbelief. So many thoughts run through her head in response to Kie’s words, her pulse racing in excitement, but the first thing she blurts out is, “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down,” Kie hisses, widening her eyes as she walks towards Isla. “We didn’t wanna say anything to anyone until, you know, after. We don’t wanna bring any attention to it because we kind of just wanna see for ourselves, you know, if anything is there.”

Isla scoffs, forehead creasing as she shoots Kie a really? look. “There’s something definitely there,” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world—because it is.

Kie rolls her eyes before letting out a breath, her shoulders sinking. Her expression shifts, then, and Isla recognizes the guilt that softens her dark eyes, the downwards tilt of her lips. “I know I should have told you. I’m sorry I didn’t.” Isla’s lips part, but Kie’s hands suddenly find Isla’s, cutting Isla off. “You’re my sister and, y’know, we tell each other all the shit. You’ve been trying to get me to open up to JJ about my feelings and I finally took your advice, and you’re the first person I should’ve told instead of keeping you in the dark.”

Isla can’t lie—the second Kie had told her about going on a date with JJ, Isla had felt a pang of hurt that Kie hadn’t said a word. That she had purposefully kept it a secret even when Isla questioned her about it earlier. Except. . . That’s hypocritical of her, isn’t it? Isla can’t truly, genuinely, be angry with Kie about this when she is keeping an even bigger secret about her own love life.

So whatever guilt Kie is feeling right now, Isla suddenly gets wracked with it tenfold, her throat drying and stomach bottoming out at the expression Kie wears. At this moment, Isla so badly wants to come clean. She wants to tell her sister about her own love life—her boyfriend. And yet, Isla doesn’t feel ready, and she doesn’t think Kie and their friends are ready to hear it, either. Never mind that it’s John B’s birthday and Isla doesn’t want to take the attention away from her friend and his day. 

That doesn’t stop her stomach from twisting, though, or feeling her skin prickle with guilt as Kie holds her hands. Kie’s secret with JJ is nothing in comparison to what Isla is hiding from everyone.

“Hey, no, stop,” Isla says with a shake of her head, forcing out a laugh through her bone dry throat. She squeezes Kie’s hands reassuringly. “I’m not upset, alright? I get it. You didn’t have to tell me anything until you were ready to.”

Kie blinks a few times, still looking worried. “Are you sure? Because, like, I know we don’t keep that many secrets from each other, if we even do, you know? I just—”

“Kiara,” Isla says, and the use of her full name has Kie pausing. Resisting the urge to swallow the guilt-laden lump in her throat, Isla smiles again. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad you and JJ finally got your heads out of your asses,” she adds playfully, trying to lighten the burden on her chest. It only works a little when Kie laughs.

“Yeah, me too,” she smiles, nodding. To Isla’s surprise, Kie pulls her in for a hug, her arms tight. “Thanks for talking some sense into me about JJ.”

With her chin resting on Kie’s shoulder, Isla’s expression falls and her eyes squeeze shut, feeling like an absolute ass for the hypocrisy that tightens her stomach. Especially with Kie mentioning the lack of secrets between them, which has always been true—except this time. Isla tries reassuring herself that it’s for good reason, that Kie and everyone else aren’t ready to hear the truth that they don’t know even exists. 

Still, with her eyes squeezing shut, Isla pushes back the burning sensation. “Anytime,” she responds to Kie.

Thankfully, her sister doesn’t notice the way Isla’s voice has become hoarse with guilt in just that one word answer.

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[roxierae]

your classmate pope borrows your textbook, he decides to bring it back at an inconvenient time and sees something he wasn’t supposed to…

pope was awestruck, he felt so guilty, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. there she was, spread out in-front of him in all her glory, in the privacy of her own bedroom. or so she thought. he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it.

he hadn’t meant for this to happen, he’d promised he’d return the textbook you’d lended him and he was never one to break a promise, he’d only really noticed the time once he’d reached his destination. he assumed you might’ve been asleep and didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t expect to see what he did. fingers wrapped around the windowsill as he popped his head up above the ledge.

he must have been dreaming, because there you were, the girl of all of his sexual fantasies pleasuring herself, pretty tits on display for him, fingers submerged to the hilt inside her clenching hole as her face contorted in pleasure.

but before he had time to really take in the sight, your eyelids flickered open gently before landing on his own wide ones, your squeak of terror muffled by the confines of the thick glass as you reach for the nearest throw pillow. by the time you look back up he’s out of sight, dropped down with his back to the brick of your house, breathing heavily and eyes wide. he was panicking.

how was he ever going to face you again? surely you’d tell everyone and he’d become some kind of pariah? had he ruined every chance he’d ever had of being anything more than classmates with you? his turmoil of thoughts is halted by the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

“pope..?” you whisper into the cold night air, arms wrapped around yourself as the wind whips at your bare arms. he builds up the courage to show his face, pushing up from his seated position, and before he has the chance to explain himself your reaching for his face.

soft hands enveloping his cheeks and connecting your lips with his, tongues swirling messily against each other’s, you pull away and pope is dazed, eyes glazed over and wide as he looks at you confused. “but i-“ you shake your head with a comfortingly smile, silencing him with a finger to his lips.

“you’ll come help me out, won’t you pope?”

[vampiretendencies]

i would die for your heaven

summary; everything jj would do taking a shower with you; headcanon version

authors note; this is a HEADCANON, i wanted to title it something meaningful though. requests are open, or if you’d like more of these that as well :) and this is a short one but i’m working on multiple things rn.

warning; this is fluff

pairing; jj x fem!reader

If JJ hears shower water running and he’s not there, he will pester you into letting him join always. He could literally be in the middle of smoking a blunt, either way he’s hauling it toward the bathroom.

Who does she think she is? To shower alone? Without me? He’d think to himself everytime.

Literally taken aback.

JJ always sees it as a two for one, he gets endless touching and everlasting glances at your figure from the moment he got in to the moment he got out.

But he wasn’t always languishing that shower in a sexual manner.

It was desirable to give his ethereal devotion to you.

In every way, all the love he kept hidden for years was reserved for a company such as yours.

This fascination of having you in any way you’d allow him to.

He’d always ease his way into the bathroom coming up with some excuse.

“Man, I suddenly have to brush my teeth”

“Whew what do you know, gotta’ piss now!”

Or he’d just just come out say “If you don’t let me shower with you, m’gonna make a scene!”

Either way JJ knew you’d give into him, there was no doubt in his mind. Reminding you of the time you said he was irresistible.

And a plus is that it’s JJ, like look at him.

You’d have some sort of melodic tune brewing into the steamy shower air

and he’d eagerly peek his head in through the curtain.

“Fuck, I made a good choice, when I chose you,” he’d ramble on to compliment you. “Sometimes a man just really needs a pat on the back for that.”

“You aren’t getting one.”

He’d smirk, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth.

“You know you want to, baby.”

“Don’t just stand there, get in!”

JJ would strip to nothing, nearly tripping over himself to gawk at you. He pulls the curtain open wide, happily stepping in, whilst you’d lean back under the searing water to wet your hair.

Hands immediately wrapping around your waist, like an instinct. Flesh got to the touch not only from the water, but because he’s salivating and his body was aching to be near yours.

“So, so pretty.”

He’d always mumble, skin sticking to yours whilst he greeted you with several kisses to your neck.

“Help me wash my hair?”

He would almost admit that it was his favorite part but it wasn’t, his favorite part was just being in your presence.

To breathe in your oxygen.

“Smells like yummy.”

“Vanilla bean, J.”

He said that the last time, but he did it again just so he could see that same wholehearted grin on your face.

[averagebookfiend]

Part 2

Sorry it took so long to update 🙃

Summary: April and Pope continue their date in Pope's room.

Warning: Smut, oral sex ( fem receiving), fingering, Unedited

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Pope kissed her nice and slow. Making sure to take his time as his lips moved over hers. His tongue gently exploring her mouth, causing her to let out the most delicious moan he had ever heard.

She backed up to catch her breath, so he continued to kiss down her throat. Pope didn't know what he was doing, but from the research (books and trustworthy Twitter accounts) he conducted before hand, he was sure he could make her feel good. That was his only goal.

"Take off your clothes, please." April quickly began to undress, just as he asked. As she did this Pope took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only boxers and her in her bra and panties.

Pope guided her to the bed and lightly pushed her to lay down. Then he began kissing down her body. Taking her bra off, he kissed and massaged each of her breast. Paying attention to each equally, not wanting either to feel left out. He went lower and lower down her body, leaving a trail of love marks. Taking his time to treasure her body. He finally makes it in between her legs.

He kissed her inner thighs, building up her arousal. The boy then pulled her panties down her body until she was fully bare to him. Pope took a deep breath when he saw all of her. She was magnificently breath taking.

"You're so beautiful, April. I love you so much."

April's face warmed up with how hard he was looking down at her. She could see the love fill his eyes and the admiration seep into his chest. She almost teared up with how much he loved her and how much love she had in her heart for him.

"I love you too." She whispered softly. Not wanting to ruin the tender moment between them.

Pope smiled down at her. He went in for a loving kiss, then brought his attention back to the arousal that was dripping onto his mattress.

The boy got face level with her and tentatively licked her firmly. Making sure not to put too much pressure, but just enough to make sure she felt it.

And felt it she did.

The gasp she let gave Pope the confidence he needed. He licked her again and again. Moaning at the taste of her. Thinking of how he could stay down here forever. Tasting her, soaking up her scent, and experiencing her beautiful voice.

God, the noises she made.

Especially when he started sucking her clit. April's hands were now in his hair, slightly pushing his head down into her. Trying to feel as much of him as she possibly could.

His tongue was doing wonders to her.

Pope lifted his head and slipped one finger inside her.

"Do you want to cum like this? Or from my dick?" He asked.

April looked at him shocked. The question came out with so much confidence. She was about to stutter her answer out, when he added another finger. The girl threw her head back when he hit a spot inside her thay had her seeing stars.

"Fuck, Pope." She squirmed, holding onto his shoulder.

"That doesn't answer my question." Pope teased. He couldn't help it. His confidence was on 100. It seemed like he was doing a pretty good job at pleasuring her so far, there was no harm in teasing her a little bit now.

"Don't stop, please. Like this. Let me cum, please. Just like that Pope." April encouraged over and over as he added another finger, and hit that spot over and over.

Her stomach tightened up and she came with little to no warning. Screwing her eyes shut, April reached her first high with a tense body and curled toes.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her boyfriend looking down at her with pride on his face.

"How was that?"

"Perfect, Pope." She giggled. She then realized that she had came, but he hadn't. And she frowned. Biting her lip she looked down at his boxers that did nothing to hold his boner.

"Pope?"

"Mm?"

"Can you make love to me now?"

Pope quickly nodded and took his boxers off as fast as he could. Then he climbed on top of her. Taking a deep breath he lined himself up with her entrance.

"You sure?" He questioned before they truly got started.

"Yes, Pope. Please." She slightly begged. April didn't think she'd be able to continue with life if he stopped now. Pope smiled.

He grabbed himself and slowly pushed into her. April's arms flew around his neck, slightly crying at the pain she was feeling.

"You okay?"

She nodded.

Pope leaned down to kiss her as he kept pushing in. When he finally bottomed out he kissed her tears away. After a few minutes April bucked her hips to let him know she was ready.

The pace he set was slow and sensual. The two were conjoined on ways neither had felt before. Their moans and groans filled the air. With each thust Pope was hitting that spot. April's eyes were teary from the pleasure.

"I love you so much." Pope said into her lips. Kissing her to seal the words.

April kissed back fiercely. She couldn't speak anymore due to everything she was feeling. With every thrust she felt the love he had for her. And the love inside her heart was at an all time high. It was too much.

The familiar feeling of being at the edge came again. The grip she had on his shoulders tightened to the point she was leaving marks down his back.

"I know, baby. I know. You can let go." He whispered as he reached down to rub her clit in tight circles. Soon after April came. Which caused Pope to cum.

The couple riding their highs out together.

Pope rolled off of April taking a deep breath. He had a giant smile on his face.

April reached over to place a hand on his cheek. He looked over at her, the same dopey smile on his face. The look causing her to dawn a matching one.

"I love you so much, Pope Heyward."