#pope heyward x fem!kook reader

[coco-cinnamon]

Kinktober Week 2: Mirror Sex

Warnings: cursing, smut, sexual themes, p in v, creampie, 18+ MDNI.

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Dove!Reader.

Summary: I mean... pretty self explanatory, just smut with no plot lmao.

Word Count: 900+ words.

Author's Note: I'm so happy that I decided to do this once a week instead of like I used to, there is way less pressure 😭

©coco-cinnamon 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You had just turned off the water before stepping out of the shower and grabbing your towel. You dried yourself off, the fluffy towel warming your skin as you stepped in front of the sink. Using your hand, you tried your best to wipe some of the steam off of the mirror. When you got enough steam off of the mirror that you could see yourself, you wrapped the white fluffy towel around your body before picking up your comb and gently combing through your damp strands. As you were combing out your hair, you boyfriend Pope came up behind you, planting a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"Did you have a nice shower?" He asked against your soft skin as he slowly trailed his kisses from your shoulder, up your neck jaw before stopping at your cheek. "Yeah, I did." You said with a soft giggle when he kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry if I took too long though. You can shower now if you want to." You said softly as you combed out the last of your hair before Pope wrapped his arms around you, kissing behind your ear. "I didn't come in here to shower, princess." He said quietly against the shell of your ear.

"Then why did you come in here?" You whispered, already knowing what the answer would be. He chuckled softly, trailing kisses along your neck. "For you, of course." He gently sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, causing you to let out a soft gasp in response, biting your bottom lip softly. "I would have came in while you were in the shower but then I decided that it would be even hotter to fuck you in front of the mirror." He said as he gently bit your neck. You whimpered as he continued to gently kiss, suck, and bite your neck. His hands came down to the towel that was currently wrapped around your body as he began to slowly tug it off. "You won't be needing this anymore." He said against your skin as he let the soft material fall to the floor.

Before you could say or do anything, Pope was bending you over on the counter beside the sink, your hands coming down to press against the cool counter, holding yourself up so you could see both you and your boyfriend in the mirror. His shorts and boxers fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He kicked the fabric aside and stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You felt the head of his cock run through your folds a few times before he began to slowly push inside of you. You gasped and let out a moan, his length filling you up and stretching you out.

Your eyes closed as he bottomed out of you. You could feel every inch of him. He slowly pulled out before ramming back into you again. You let out another moan as he began to fuck you, his pace slow but his thrusts hard. His hand came up to tangle in your hair as he made you look at yourself in the mirror. He began to pick up the pace as you saw your reflection looking right back at you. More and more moans, squeals, and whimpers fell from your parted lips as Pope continued to plow his cock into your tight pussy, his speed picking up with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel incredible." He groaned as he threw his head back. You cried out as your head fell but he quickly pulled at your hair, causing you to look up again.

"Look in the mirror when I fuck you." He growled against your ear as he continued to ram his cock into you from behind. You made eye contact with your reflection once again. You looked wanton and needy. You could already feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening with each thrust. "You like watching me fuck you, don't you?" He whispered against your ear, his thrusts becoming more sporadic. You moaned in response but he just tugged on your hair more. "Use your words, Y/N. Tell me how much you love it." "Fuck! I- I love it so much-" You began to say but your sentence was broken off by another moan.

You clenched around his cock, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come on, cum for me." He said as he gently bit your ear. You eyes rolled back, your legs trembling as your orgasm washed over you, a wave of pleasure hitting you and if it weren't for Pope's arm wrapped around your waist, you probably would have collapsed to the floor right then and there. He continued to thrust into you, helping your ride out your high before coming himself, painting your walls as you clenched around him. He groaned as he came with you before slowly pulling out of you, his cum dripping out of your cunt and down your thigh.

"Shit, maybe I shouldn't have fucked you before your shower." He chuckled as he kissed your cheek. "Now you're all dirty again." You turned around to face him before kissing him, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away. "And so are you. So why don't we shower together, I'm sure we could find a way to make our shower... interesting." You said with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading, lovelies!

[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.

[featherandferns]

day 9/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘But here we are tonight, drunk by the firelight’ - FINNEAS, Another Year | fluff-suggestive | jj maybank x fem!reader

“You know we have a couch, right? It’s, like, right behind you.”

You chuckle, not bothering to look away from the fire that you’re lounging in front of, laid on your side. “I’m warm.”

“You’re weird. Look like a dog,” JJ mutters. His toe prods your butt. 

“Quit your bitchin’ and come lie with me,” you reply. JJ doesn’t take much convincing. Sighing, he joins you on the blanket on the floor. His arm hooks over your waist as he moulds his body against yours. You smile as you feel him nuzzle his head against the back of your head. 

“So…Why the floor?”

“I like watching the fire,” you hum, staring in a daze at the flames in the fireplace. The red and amber lap like waves against the brick, smoke billowing up into the chimney. 

“Said like an arsonist,” JJ murmurs. You gently elbow him in the chest. He laughs. You smile. God, you could stay like this forever. 

The living room is dark save for the fire and the twinkling glow of Christmas tree lights. The red LEDs flash soothingly against the wall from the tree’s corner. Along the dusty mantle of the fireplace are stockings, one for each one of the Pogues, including yourself. Yours hangs close beside JJ’s, as if emulating the relationship the two of you share. The wine you’ve been sipping throughout the evening gives an enchanting fuzz to the evening; makes your mind buzzy in the nicest of ways, like a radio tuned into your favourite station. Your wine glass sits before you on the hardwood floor. JJ sighs contently against your skin. 

“This is pretty cozy,” he admits. 

“Knew you’d like it,” you say. “Where’s everyone at?”

“Pope and Cleo are at the Heyward’s place; Sarah and John B are out on some mushy-crap date, and Kie’s helping out at the Wreck. Apparently there’s some big Christmas dinner for some Kook bull-shit company happening tonight.”

“So…We’re home alone, huh?” you innocently wonder, smiling knowingly. 

JJ presses a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. “All alone.”

You snuggle back against him and reach for his hand, intertwining his fingers with your own. The room is quiet save for JJ’s steady breathing synchronising with your own, and the fire crackling in the background. Your eyes flit away from the fire to instead survey the tree. It’s decorated in a way that would make a showman want to cry: mismatching baubles hung without rhyme or reason; strings of beads and dried fruit; ribbons tethered randomly to certain branches; and a wonky star on top. But you’d decorated it as a family, the seven of you, drinking spiked eggnog and mulled cider, snacking on popcorn and peppermint candies. The memories entwined in the branches like the fairy lights make it mystifyingly beautiful. Your eyes hone in a certain ornament. It’s a ceramic baby Jesus, lying in his manger, the paint flaking and a chip missing by his nose. In your tipsy thoughts, you can’t help but wonder. 

“Do you believe Jesus Christ was born to save us?” you ask JJ. 

“Hell of a question.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know,” JJ says. You somehow know he isn’t done speaking. “I guess so. I mean, I believe he was born to guide us. Teach us and stuff.”

“Mm. I like that,” you smile. “I think that’s an awful lot of pressure for a baby; being told you’re here to save mankind.”

“Wasn’t he, like, a newborn? Don’t think he was told that from the get-go,” JJ thinks aloud. 

“He’s half-God, JJ. He probably had that thought inputted into him before he was put in Mary’s stomach.”

“Do you think he was ever sperm?”

“Ew!”

“I’m just saying!”

“JJ, that is so gross…and possibly blasphemous.”

“I’m a loyal disciple. That means I can’t be blasphemy-ey,” JJ argues. 

“Don’t think that’s how it works,” you snigger. JJ tickles at your sides and you squeal, kicking lightly at his legs. 

“Wanna say that again, oh Holy one?”

“Stop it! Stop it!” you giggle, squirming out of his hold. He lets up on the tickling but wraps his arm tighter around you, pulling you back against him with a laugh. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rhetorically asks, lips ghosting by your ear. 

“I yearn for the flames,” you deadpan. JJ snorts. He presses a kiss to the lobe of your ear, then another to the sensitive skin just behind. Your eyes slip shut, grin melting into a satisfied smile. 

“Sure you do,” he mumbles between his kisses. His fingers massage at your stomach through your t-shirt. You become keenly aware of how close he is to you; every inch of skin of his that’s pressed to yours. It’s laughable how little effort it takes for him to rile you up. “My little freaky arsonist.”

“Says you,” you quip, conviction lost with your breath. One of your hands loops over his body, fingers looping through his hair as if urging him to stay close. His fingers slip under your shirt, the pads of his digits skimming over your tummy, toasty from the fire. 

“Mm,” JJ groans. His lips torture your neck, teeth nipping as if to tempt at breaking the skin, his tongue lapping over it after as if to soothe like an ointment. You sigh out, eyes slipping shut, body rocking back against him. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’re so warm.”

You let out a giggle as his fingers accidently tickle your sides, grazing past as he pulls your t-shirt up. JJ sniggers against your neck. The two of you are bewitched before the fire, painted in ruby red and mellow yellow. 

“So, so warm…”

Somewhere in the haze, your t-shirt is joined by JJ’s. They lie, tossed, at the bottom of the tree. You finally turn over to face him. His eyes are half-lidded, lips swollen and pink and wet, and you smile dopily at him. The kiss he plants to your lips is hot enough to battle the flames of the fire. It sparks you alight. Your hands cup at his face, paw at his throat, pulling him in closer and closer. He hooks a leg over your body and you roll onto your back. 

“So…” he murmurs against your lips. His teeth nip at your lower lip and he tugs just-so. Your eyes roll back into your head. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he finishes his sentence with a whisper. “Hot.”

[urrockstar-xe]

got your back - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 16th, 2023 2:13 pm

anon asked: HII for your summer lovin requests how about prompt 9 “don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” and 14 “i’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date” with JJ maybank with an enemies to lovers arc🤭 (fem!reader please!) thank you so much 🫶

9:“I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” | 14“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date”

picked gorgeous bc i thought it fit :))

this is my first writing enemies to lovers so i'm so sry if it's not that great but i tried and it's kinda cute imo lmfao, it's also Not at ALL canon. i hope you enjoy, ty for requesting *heart* (it glitches out whenever i put an actual heart) - xx

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“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date” You glared at JJ as he spoke, earning a wink in return before you looked back at John B. 

“You’re working the event so I’m the fake date,” John B explained, though no explanation was needed. 

“We really have to do all of this? Can’t Sarah just hang with us tomorrow? It’s not like we have all summer or anything” Kie teased. Sarah had this kook party with a bunch of adults and fancy alcohol and appetizers that she really did not want to attend, and because John B had to save the damsel in distress, he devised a plan to whisk her away into the night. 

“Hey, why aren’t you going?” Pope asked, looking at Kiara. “My parents have to sort out something for the restaurant tonight” 

“Meaning, Kiara is our getaway driver” John B smiled, confident in his planning abilities. Pope looked back at John B, “Heyward’s not working this event, what do I do?” John B then looked at JJ, hoping he’d come up with something on the spot. You sighed as Kie stood up.

“You could just chill in the Twinkie with me while we wait or something?” She shrugged, John B clapped his hands together, “Yes that’s perfect!” 

“Alright, guess that’s what I’m doing then,” 

“Great! We’re all ready then?” John B asked, backing up as he looked at his friends. “Yeah, Jb you can come get ready at mine,” You said, almost missing the look of distaste on JJ’s face as you spoke, John B nodded in response. “See you all there then?” Everyone agreed, settling on this unnecessary plan. 

Two hours had passed before you finally made it to the Cameron residence, you and John B spotted Sarah almost immediately, she was helping her sister with something. You tried to stay tuned in to what John B was explaining but you were sidetracked, looking for JJ among the group of kooks. Once you spot him you sighed, almost with relief? No, JJ was reckless and kooks were scary. You were just glad to know he’d be on your side if any of Topper’s friends managed to corner you. At least you had hoped he would be on your side, sure you bickered a lot but you were pogues and when it came to a kook, you’d have each other’s backs.

You watched as he charismatically smiled and laughed at any of the dumb jokes made by the older kooks there, no doubt hoping to earn a few tips before you all had to make your exit. His hair slightly bounced whenever he moved and his skin looked pretty with the orange and yellow hue thanks to the sunset, he looked pretty all fancied up. 

You jumped at the sound of John B’s voice snapping you out of whatever trance you were just in, you felt his hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” you looked up at your friend, nodding in response. He nodded with you, looking over your face as if to check if you were lying before he held up a small folded piece of paper. “I’m gonna go get this to JJ, you stay here or mingle or whatever, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” He explained, not giving you much time to answer before he walked away. 

Looking back in the direction of JJ you saw him already looking at you, he winked at you before he downed one of the cups on his tray and continued his best act yet. You scoffed, not being able to help the smile on your face. 

You watched as John B tried to be stealthy, giving the note to JJ before turning in your direction and motioning behind him, implying he was going to the Twinkie. You raised your hands in a “what do you mean?” motion as a response and got a shrug in return before John B turned and made his way out of sight, leaving you alone. 

You sighed and attempted to look for Sarah among the people there, hoping you could make the escape with her. You found her not too long into searching, she was talking to JJ, well She was talking, JJ was just handing her the note and then almost dancing away. 

Before you could get to her she was already gone, following the direction you had just watched Jb leave in. “fuck” you muttered to yourself, hands falling to your sides in defeat as you examined the crowd once more for the familiar blonde. 

You watched as he walked inside, assuming he was trying to leave without getting interrupted by anyone wanting a fresh drink. This was your last chance to not have to worry about finding the Twinkie on your own so you practically ran trying to catch up to him. 

Hearing the voice of Rafe stopped you dead in your tracks, and the way JJ responded meant Rafe was intentionally starting shit, but that of course didn’t surprise you. 

The situation was obviously escalating so, taking a breath in, you began walking again, straight into the lion's den. “Hey,” the sound of your voice caught JJ’s attention first, he was currently pinned against the wall thanks to the oldest Cameron sibling being on a power trip. JJ’s busted lip was clear as day from where you stood, finally, Rafe turned to you absolutely fuming. 

“Fuck are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms over your chest hoping it didn’t look like you were shielding yourself from him before responding. “Don’t you have something better to do than pick on a teenage boy?” Your tone was harsh and mean, exactly how you wanted it to sound. 

JJ’s eyes flicked between you and Rafe for a minute before Rafe let him go, his eyes not leaving yours as he did so. JJ looked back at you, not missing the way your harsh demeanor faltered ever so slightly once Rafe was no longer preoccupied with JJ. “C’mon, J, they’re waiting for us” Your eyes remained locked on Rafe as you spoke, JJ nodded, “Good talk, man,” he said, making his way to your side before you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of there.

Your hands were still interlocked when you made it far away from the house enough to yell at him. “What the fuck was that about JJ?” he shrugged, “you know how Rafe gets, he needed a punching bag” “How come that punching bag always ends up being you?” “Must have a crush on me or somethin’” he joked, a smile covering his lips. You scoffed.

“Did you at least get one good hit in?” his smile grew bigger at the question, “oh yeah, nice big ol’ bruise will be on his jaw within an hour” You smiled at this, rolling your eyes and shifting your gaze behind the boy instead of on him. “Worried about me, mama?” his tone was teasing. “You get murdered on my watch I’ll be cast out of the friend group,” you teased back, not missing the way he stepped closer to you, only inches away from your face now. 

He nodded, “damn, tell me how you really feel, Y/n/n” You grinned back. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to tell you how I feel” 

JJ laughed in response, your face softened before you spoke again, “Seriously, try to steer clear of Rafe Cameron for a little while” 

“So you are worried about me” you rolled your eyes, “if that’ll make you listen, yes, I am worried about you” JJ smirked in a way he only does when he’s up to something, eliciting a sigh from you. “I’ll listen even better if you let me take you out sometime?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, studying his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking with you. The way his face softened the same as yours had a few seconds ago confirmed he was genuinely trying to ask you out. 

“For real?” You ask, he nodded eagerly, his smile returning. You smiled back, nodding your head “Okay, you can take me out,” JJ fist-bumped the air, you laughed.

“C’mon, everyone is waiting at the Twinkie” 

“John B is not gonna believe that you actually said yes,” 

“I can’t believe I actually said yes,” you joked, getting a laugh in response as JJ threw his arm around your shoulder.

[24kmar]

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[surferblues]

I'll take care of u| r.c

pairings jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings 18+ (minors DNI), implied cheating, degrading, rafes ur bf, jjs a asshole, no actual smut, cliff hanger.

rafe is a hard man to understand. you knew that before getting in this situation. the constant secrecy, avoidance, and rejection.

you closed your eyes and bit your tongue as he acted like everything was fine. you'd been seated on one of your beach chairs, rafe and topper both of your sides.

you had been at the movies with rafe and topper for the night. but you've felt they've been sharing secrets, and whispering more than anything.

you took a quick glance at rafe, who was walking towards you with a popcorn and soda in his hands, but his expression was unreadable.

"hey baby, you ok?" you let it out in a worried tone, but as usual he shut you out. he handed you your cherry cola with a counterfeit smile.

"pfft, yeah, don't worry about it." he waved, placing a soft kiss to your head before sitting along with you and topper. you finally took a glance towards topper, who'd you'd be giving the silent treatment.

you followed where he and rafe kept peaking, your attention being drawn towards jj maybank, pope heyward, and kiara carrera.

so, those pogues were the reason rafe was too caught up to notice you've been ignoring him.

you let out a sigh of defeat, you were completely oblivious to what this current staredown and its backstory. And with your friends newfound secrecy, you were going to continue to be clueless.

unless you did something about it.

pulling out your phone from the back pocket of your jean shorts, you went and hesitantly clicked his contact.

this was a risk, speaking to jj maybank, but it was a risk that you were willing to take in order to find out some truth.

"hey, rafe, im going to the bathroom." you spoke, your voice steady as you avoided his gaze. he sat at the bottom of the long chair, half drunken beer in his hand as he gave you a look of confusion.

he absentmindedly nodded, his worried eyes not moving away from the two blond kooks. you let out a groan of defeat, before you got up off the lawn chair and away from the three.

you walked towards the bathroom, hoping it was empty and that it was a single person as you told jj to meet you.

you turned your head towards the new presence. his appearance was threatening, as every time you found yourself in a room alone with him.

"what did you want this time?" jj breathed out, rolling his eyes as his tongue poked at the flesh on the side of his cheek at the sight of you.

"What are you and pope planning?" you looked towards rafe,your voice holding that steady tone that you used with rafe.

his back leaned against the door, his head tilted back as he flickered his eyes away from you. "your dirty friends fucked up pope." jj grunted with a matter of fact tone, his eyebrows pinched together in an accusatory manner.

confusion washing over you at the statement, which jj clearly saw as he let out a chuckle of amusement. "don't try to play dumb, you knew." he walked towards you, towering over you with nothing but disgust on his face.

"oh, so that's why you were eyefucking topper and rafe?" you poked, trying to squeeze out a reaction from jj.

"is this why I'm here, because you're a jealous little whore?" he smirked, shaking his head in belief as his dark eyebrows kept the cinched look.

"i didn't ask that, i asked what you and pope were doing." you snapped, pushing his chest away from you but he didn't budge.

you couldn't lie, the newfound close proximity between you two was causing your stomach to burn and the pace of your breath to quicken.

"what do you think rafe would do if he saw me in here, alone with you?" he lowered lips down to your ear, his lips grazing over your skin as he whispered his words darkly.

"on my knees, taking you for everything you got." he played the strap of your bikini top as he dangerously spoke.

"jj, answer my damn question." you didn't move his hands off you, you didn't push him away - for some reason you couldn't push him away even if you wanted to.

"why, so you can go and run your mouth?" he shook his head, hollowing his cheeks as he squinted his eyes in your direction.

you knew this was bound to be a mistake. your mind raced as you actually thought about what would happen if rafe did come in here, seeing you and rafe alone.

you looked back and forth between the door and jj, your facial expression read petrified but with a hint of intrigue. to be completely honest, you weren't sure what to expect.

"besides, hasn't rafe been ignoring you? if i had a girl like you, id give you every ounce of my attention - make sure you wouldn't sneak off in a bathroom with a kook." he teased, his hands traveling towards your hips. jj's grip in your denim covered hips were rough, pulling you towards his body without an ounce of shame.

his words hit you like a punch to your stomach,his words were nothing but the truth. embarrassment and shame washed over you, was it really that obvious to everyone else rafe hasn't been giving you the time of his day?

you lifted your eyes to meet his, only if looks could kill - rafe cameron would drop dead right now. "just like your dad doesn't care to speak to you?" you hissed, offering a bittersweet smile as you grabbed his biceps - attempting to push him away, once again.

"watch your fucking mouth." he pushed your back against the cold tiled wall, causing a hard slam as your head hit the wall.

"make me." you panted out, daring him with a sizzling glaze as your face glimmered with devilish intent. he kept his grip on your arms, you both chest to chest now.

his breath fanned your lips, his eyes refusing to leave yours. "hm, you wanna play like that?" he chuckled lowly with slow nods, devilish thoughts running through his mind as he realized his situation.

he had his worst enemy's girlfriend, who has been sexually neglected for who knows how long cornered.

you weren't dumb, you knew what jj was thinking. and you weren't going to let him be the one in charge. "play what game?" you hands trailed up to his biceps, your fingers pressing down on his skin as you pulled him impossibly closer.

the new position, where his pelvis was against yours was beyond threatening. jj leaned in his nose barely grazing yours, his head tilting as a satisfactory grin appeared on your face.

he slightly puckered his lips, you pushed your hips against his to get a reaction. the friction causing him to let a shaky groan.

"fuck you." you hissed, pushing him off of you. he was about to say something back, but as he opened his mouth you heard the rough voice of rafe. "y/n, what's taking you so fucking long in there!"

[skybluewritings]

Plane- Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Description: (Name) ends up at the same college as her former academic rival Pope and is forced to share a flight with him.

AN: References to panic attack.

She took a swig of beer from the red solo cup, the burn of the alcohol warming her throat. She had felt prepared for tonight when she had slipped on a cute bodycon dress and her favourite denim jacket. She scanned the crowded party, wishing she hadn’t lost her roommate. A strange shyness crept over her as she helplessly looked to the different clumps of people talking.

Back in Kildare she’d had no problem at parties, it was easy to know what to say. But here at Columbia she felt completely out of her depth. Everyone seemed so much more older and wiser than her, despite also being freshman. For as long as she could remember she had wanted to escape to a different life, now more than anything she longed for a familiar face. And the universe listened to her.

In the corner of the room looking just as lost as she felt stood-Pope Heyward? He was staring reflectively into his own solo cup as he swirled it with his wrist. He was wearing blue jeans and a navy Kildare jumper. It was a far cry from his usual shorts and loose fitting t-shirts. She longed for her own Kildare jumper, which was still shoved at the bottom of her suitcase.

She supposed it wasn’t all that surprising that Pope would attend the same college as her. He was insanely intelligent. They had been in a lot of the same advanced classes before she had transferred to Kildare academy in her Junior year. Despite having a reputation as a fairly nice guy, a smug smile would spread across his stupidly handsome face every time he beat her for top of the class. She had once been so mad the pencil in her hand had nearly snapped in two. Past annoyances aside it was relieving to see someone she knew.

The ground was sticky under her new nike shoes, as she made her way across the tightly packed room. She hoped it was just beer.

“Pope hey.” She said.

He ignored her continuing to investigate his cup. He probably hadn’t heard her over the music.

“Pope hey.” She said again, still no reply.

She moved closer to him. “Pope!” It came out louder than she had expected.

He let out a gasp, his cup falling to the floor. His brown eyes snapping straight to her.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!” She apologised bending down to collect his discarded cup.

She pressed the cup into his hands, his jaw clenched as he looked inside it. “It’s empty.”

She let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I guess I overestimated the volume of my own voice.”

“Yep.” He replied in a clipped tone.

It was just beer, she thought to herself skin prickling.

“Anyway, how’re you finding college so far?” She asked brightly.

He shrugged at her. “Well no one’s spoken to me in 15 minutes so.”

“To be fair you aren’t helping yourself brooding in the corner.” She pointed out.

“I’m not brooding, you make me sound like batman.”

“You’ve definitely got the muscles for it.” She teased, immediately regretting it as soon as she’d said it.

It technically wasn’t untrue she’d seen him at the beach a few times surfing, she had found her face heating up when he’d once caught her staring.

“Uh thank you?..”

“Sorry-that was just a joke.” She stammered.

He let out a heavy sigh. “(Name) what do you want? We barely even knew each other back home.”

“That’s not entirely true we went to the same school.” She firmly reminded him.

“Until you pissed off to the kook academy.” He told her.

She desperately wanted to know who put the stick up his ass.

Her lips pressed into a line. “I forgot people still used those words. You know you can drop all that stupid shit, we’re not children anymore. What’s even the problem?”

“That’s easy for you to say, you aren’t the one who has to worry about how you’re gonna keep the lights on in your house. So I’ll stop using them when it stops being a problem.” He icily replied.

Yeah so clearly this conversation was clearly over.

“I’m gonna go get another drink it’s been fun?” She said earning an eye roll from him. “Enjoy college Pope.”

As she walked away from him she hoped she wouldn’t ever have to interact with him anymore at college. And once again the universe worked its magic.

Two and a half years (and many more college parties) later, she was 21 years old on the plane back to North Carolina. It had a been a few months since her last visit and she was excited to go back. She had felt like a different version of herself in New York. Not that it was a bad version, just different.

She usually enjoyed the short flight home. She would engross herself in a new book or gaze out of the window with her music blaring. But this time her usual peaceful journey had been interrupted by a child kicking her seat.

She turned round in her seat. “Excuse me sorry, do you mind asking your child to stop kicking my seat?” She politely asked the boy’s mother.

“He wasn’t kicking your seat.” The woman replied.

“I promise you he was, it’s all I’ve felt the past thirty minutes.” She assured her.

“My son’s a good boy how dare you accuse him of things.” The woman snapped as the boy once more booted her seat.

“See he just did it!” She said in exasperation.

The woman glared at her. “I didn’t see anything.”

She glared back at the woman. “Because you weren’t even looking.��

The boy did it once more she turned to the kid. “I swear to god if you don’t-“

“What's going on?” A familiar voice asked.

Pope stood in the narrow aisle a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Of course he had caught at her yelling at a child.

“Pope hey.” She said far too casually.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

She shamefully sank back into her seat. “Yeah I’m great, what are you up to?”

“Flying home…”

“Oh fun.”

Silence hung between them neither sure how to further the conversation. He then placed his duffle bag in the overhead compartment before falling into the seat next to her.

Her mouth fell open a little. “What-why are you sitting here?”

“It’s my seat.” He explained. “Unfortunately.”

How was she meant to go an entire flight next to him? They were bound to annoy the other as they usually did, every time they interacted.

“Look let’s just keep to ourselves ok? You do your thing and I’ll do mine.” She decided.

“That’s good with me.” He agreed, closing his eyes and getting comfortable in his seat.

And as the plane took flight things became promising. The little boy had stopped kicking her seat and Pope rested. She read her book- until her kindle ran out.

“What no!” She groaned as the device switched off.

“Fucking hell.” She swore softly as she dropped the kindle into her carry on bag.

She pulled out her phone and was horrified to find it only had 5 percent battery. And she’d need that remaining percent to call her parents after the flight.

She had no idea what to do with herself. It wasn’t as if she could just strike up a conversation with her delightful classmate.

She alternated between drumming her manicured nails against the arm rest and flipping open the shutter attached to the small oval window.

“I’m so bored.” She complained to no one in particular.

“Oh my god can you please keep it down?” Pope demanded.

She jumped at his sudden outburst. “I thought you were asleep?!”

“I was until you woke me up with all of your noise.”

“It’s not as if I meant to.” She huffed. “My kindle died.”

He snorted. “Your kindle really?”

“What’s wrong with that?” She asked defensively.

“I don’t know it’s just typical that you of all people would have a kindle.” He laughed unkindly.

She folded her arms across her chest. “All your favourite books in one place what’s wrong with that?!”

“Until it runs out of battery.”

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“Buy a physical book?” He suggested.

She rolled her eyes. “Wow great help you are.”

“I’m full of bright ideas what can I say.” He said dryly.

She needed five minutes away from him or she would scream.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She told him standing up from her seat.

The plane started to shake from turbulence, she clung onto the headrests in front of her as she moved. A particular jerk sent her hurtling backwards directly into Pope’s lap, a shriek leaving her as she fell.

His eyes were wide. “What are you doing?!”

She swallowed hard. “I fell?”

“Yeah I can see that!”

Her throat tightened. “It was the turbulence!” She stammered.

“Get off of me!” He yelped.

She scrambled off him and bolted to the bathroom. As she slid the lock into place she replayed the moment over and over in her mind. Why did she have to constantly humiliate herself in front of him? And why had his cologne smelt so intoxicatingly good? It was nothing like the smothering cologne of other guys at college. But then she guessed Pope wasn’t like the other guys at college. He never really bragged in lectures or smashed cans of beer against his forehead at parties. He had a lot of friends but seemed to keep to himself. He was smart in a way that was humble (at least with everyone else but her), in the classes they shared. And he was surprisingly snarky.

As she washed her hands the plane began to shake, she quickly dried her hands on one of the cheap paper towels and successfully returned to her seat without anymore incidents. She avoided eye contact with Pope as she shuffled past him, the seat belt sign lit up.

The intercom dinged. “Ladies and Gentleman we’re experiencing a little turbulence, nothing to worry about it, hang tight.” The captain assured them.

“A little, is he serious?!” Pope asked her, as she clicked the clasp of her seat belt together.

“He said it’s nothing to worry about it, I wouldn’t worry.” She replied, mostly trying to convince herself.

The shaking of the plane increased, her chair shuddering underneath her. He suddenly grabbed her hand. She glanced over at him, his eyes were squeezed shut and his chest rising and falling sharply.

“Pope are you ok?”

“It’s happening again.”

“What do you mean again?”

He shook his head. “We’re gonna crash.”

She squeezed his hand gently. “We’re not gonna crash, I promise. It’s going to be ok.”

His grip on her hand tightened. “I can’t breathe.” He whimpered.

“I’ll distract you ok?” He nodded weakly in response.

She wracked her brain for something, anything. “When I was six I was obsessed with the little mermaid. More than anything I wanted to be a mermaid, I never shut up about it really. So one day after school my dad takes me out on his boat tells me we’re gonna go mermaid spotting. We go out pretty far and I see this huge grey tail in the distance slapping against the water.”

His breathing had started to slow, she continued on. “And of course I now know the truth, but back then I was too young to know any different. So I go into school the next day and tell all my friends I saw a mermaid. And they all believed me until you pipe up that it was probably just a whale.”

He opened his eyes. “I think I remember this.” He quietly told her.

She smiled softly. “I should have been upset with you but I just remember thinking how cool it was that you could tell the difference, I thought you were so smart.”

The corners of his mouth tugged up slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah, I still do.”

“For the record I think you’re really smart too.”

Butterflies swam in her stomach. “Thank you.”

The turbulence gradually came to a stop and she found she still holding his hand.

“Oh uh sorry.” He excused dropping her hand.

“It’s okay, I kinda liked it.” She joked, he blinked at her. “Joking of course.”

“Oh right yeah.” He shyly chuckled.

"Why don't you ever talk to me at college?" She asked.

"I wanted to I mean I want to!"

"Then why don't you?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to." He confessed.

"Why wouldn't I want you to, remember that time I tried to talk to you at the party when we were freshmen?" She reminded him.

"Because you're a kook and I'm a-"

"Really you're gonna use those names again?"

"What else am I meant to call it?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know just something that doesn't make me cringe."

He let out a sigh. "Point is I guess I believed you thought you were better than me. But I was wrong. I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you." She smiled. "And for what it's worth I've never believed I was better than you. Besides I actually thought, you thought you were better than me!"

He let out a laugh. "To be honest I just get nervous around pretty girls."

"You think I'm pretty?" She breathed.

"I mean yeah-you're beautiful."

Her pulse quickened. "So are you." She told him.

For a moment the two stared at each other, before Pope cleared his throat. "Anyway did you have a chance to look at the uh safety card?" He blurted out pulling the sheet of plastic from the pocket in front of him.

"No, it didn't cross my mind."

"I think we should take a look at it especially after what just happened!"

The two of them burst into laughter at the absurdity of the entire flight. She would definitely be getting his number before they got off the plane.

[heywardsarchive]

Not the Right Time

or, four times the timing wasn’t right and the one time it finally was

word count: 2.4k

pairing: pope heyward x fem! reader

warnings: none that i can think of

hii it’s been a long time lol:p

first piece of work in more than a year!! anyway hopefully i’m back into the swing of writing

special mention to @mvybanks who was one of the main reasons i got inspired to write again

1

you’d been in love with pope for as long as you can remember. you were a kook and he was a pogue but that didn’t bother you or your families. ever since you started frequenting his fathers shop when you were fifteen, the two of you were joined at the hip. pope introduced you to his friends and you became an honourary pogue.

falling in love with him was easy, he was everything you wanted in a boy. he was smart, kind, brave and put others before him. you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. it was a surprise he hadn’t noticed because everyone else had. maybe he had noticed, maybe he didn’t feel the same. you didn’t mind, just being in his presence and showering him with love, be it platonic or romantic was enough for you.

the pogues had dragged you to the kegger with them and you sat on a log with kie, nursing a glass of cheap beer in your hand, not really paying attention to the touron next to you who was talking about some horse riding course he did in maine. your eyes were focused on pope who was leaning against a tree chatting up some pretty brunette. you unconsciously let out a sigh which made kie turn to you. she followed your gaze and let out a sound of understanding.

“you should tell him.”

“maybe.” you hummed, still admiring pope from afar. he had a cap on backwards, his rope necklace around his throat and a few bracelets adorning his wrists, if you looked closely enough you could see the green threads of the bracelet you made for him peeking through.

tearing your eyes away from his figure, you stood up, holding your hand out to kie. she looked at you questioningly. “let’s dance.”

pope watched you out of the corner of his eye, the girl he was talking to had wandered off to get another drink. he felt a smile spread across his face as he watched you sway to the music with kie, a big smile on your face.

“he’s looking at you, you know” kie whispered to you, you glanced over your shoulder and your eyes met with popes who raised his glass to you as greeting, sending a smile his way you turned back to kie. “i think nows a good time to do it.” you nodded, but as you turned around to go to him, the brunette returned and pulled pope with her. your shoulders deflated and you shook your head. “it’s not a good time kie, besides i don’t think he likes me that way.” you gave her a watery smile and she wrapped you in a hug, whispering words of comfort into your ear.

2

it’s been years of pining in silence, you’re now 20. 5 years you’ve been in love with pope, waiting for the right time to tell him but it never felt right. you were tired of waiting for him, tired of watching him with other girls, girls who you could never be, ones who were so much better than you in every way.

so when a cute boy struck conversation with you at the grocery store on figure eight, you didn’t reject his advances. he was charming with striking green eyes and raven hair. his name was nathan, he’d recently moved to the outer banks from a small town in kansas.

nathan and you hit it off, you spent a small part of your day chatting with him or meeting him on dates. when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend you gladly accepted. he wasn’t pope but he was special and you could see yourself falling in love with him.

kie was happy for you when you told her the news, glad that you were finally moving on. pope on the other hand was a different story. at first he didn’t believe you then he got a bit upset but recovered quickly, telling you that he was happy for you and sending you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

after you left the wreck to meet nathan, kie leaned on the counter in front of pope. “so you wanna tell me what that was all about?” she raised her eyebrow as sign for pope not to lie.

he put his head in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut. “i just, i don’t know. hearing her talk about him that way makes my heart squeeze in my chest. i think i might be in love.”

“pope, i love you, you’re my best friend but y/n is like my sister and i have seen her spend way too many years being in love with you, so i implore you not to do anything that will break her heart. if you love her, then tell her, if you aren’t sure then please don’t say anything.”

pope nodded. “i wasn’t planning on telling her anything, not right now anyway. she’s happy and i don’t want to ruin it for her. it’s not a good time to say anything.”

3

another five years had passed, you were now 25. nathan and you were going strong. you loved him, he was everything you could want and more but he had only one flaw, he wasn’t pope. even after all these years you ached for him. seeing him smile made your heart flutter and your chest ache. it was wrong, you know it was but how can you fall out of love with someone who was such a big part of your life and interwoven into every intricate detail?

it shouldn’t have surprised you when nathan got down on one knee and proposed to you on a beautiful starry night, but it did. your hands flew to your mouth in gasp and tears collected in your eyes. you said yes but your heart wasn’t fully in it. you knew that you would be happy with nathan and would live a contented life, that was enough.

the news of your engagement spread quickly among your friends. sarah and kie called you up squealing loudly already making wedding plans for you and planning your bachelorette. you should have been beaming with joy and happiness but you wanted to cry.

you knew that pope had probably heard about the engagement but you wanted to tell him yourself. in a way it was to give yourself some closure about a love that should have died a long time ago, but still shined as bright as a candle in the dark.

you knocked on his door, after a moment, popes face came into view. registering that it was you, he stepped out and closed the door behind him. he stood with hands in his pockets, not quite meeting your eyes. “hey.”

you wrung your hands. “i take it that you’ve heard the news.”

“yeah, congratulations on your engagement. nathan is a lucky man.” there was an undertone of bitterness in his voice which you did not fail to notice.

“yeah…” you smiled half heartedly, looking at your shoes.

“why are you really here y/n? i know it’s not to tell me about your engagement.” pope’s tone had changed suddenly, your face shot up and you noticed he had stepped closer to you. any closer and your noses would touch.

“you know why.” feeling bold, you moved closer to him, your breaths now mixing.

“i need you to say it.” he gulped.

“no. you know how i feel. i need you to say it, or don’t say it. i need to know i’m making the right choice!” you cried out, feeling a lump form in your throat.

pope looked at your figure, your eyes were watering and you were biting your lip, a sign that you were trying not to cry. he reached out and wrapped you in his arms, running his fingers through your hair.

“you know i can’t do that, it’s not the time for all that, you’re getting married y/n, he’s a great guy and, and i’m really happy for you.” his voice cracked as he whispered the last sentence into your ears and you started to sob hearing his voice, your tears wetting his blue shirt. you fingers curled around the fabric and you stayed in his embrace for a few minutes, possibly for the last time.

you pulled away from him and turned around, your gaze fixed on the ground. “goodbye pope.” and headed toward your car, leaving the man you loved in the front yard of his house.

4

months had passed since that day in popes yard, it was the day before your wedding. sarah and kie were were the best bridesmaid and maid of honour you could ask for and had pampered you brilliantly. nathan was so loving and you felt guilty for being so willing to leave him all those months ago.

it was dark outside and you sat on your bed, checking that all your jewellery and makeup was in its place for the big day tomorrow. you heard a knock on your room door. “come in!”

you didn’t look up thinking that it was your mother or sister.

“hey.” a male voice called, popes voice. your head shot up at the sound. “what are you doing here?” you inquired, closing the room door behind him.

he had his hands in his pockets and kept his gaze fixed on the ground. “i’ve come here to tell you not to marry him.”

“what?” you almost screamed incredulously.

he cringed and the sound and nodded. “yeah, i’m sorry for doing this to you but you cannot marry him. not when i love you more than anything and i know that you love me too.”

you were fuming with anger. how could he do this to you after everything?

“no. no you do not get to come here and say that you love me the day before my wedding. not when you know i’ve loved you since we were kids!”

popes mouth opened like he wanted to say something. you didn’t let him.

“no you don’t get to talk! how could you do this to me? you say you love me but you waited till the day before i married someone else, someone who is so good to me, who loves and cherishes me? this is not the time for such confessions pope! i want you to leave. don’t come for the wedding, please.” your eyes were red and watery, pointing at the door for him to leave.

he obliged but just before he shut the door he said, “you never said you loved him. only that he loved you.”

you collapsed on your bed and stared at the ceiling. why did everything have to be so complicated?

+1

you barely slept all night, tossing and turning. popes words played in your mind all night. “you never said you loved him. only that he loved you.”

when day finally broke and the light streamed into your room through the gap in the curtains, you sat up in your bed and put your head in you hands, gripping your hair tightly.

so caught up in your own head, you didn’t even hear the door open and your mother enter the room. “good morning honey.” she say down beside you. you looked at her, you were sure you looked like a sight. dark eye bags and you hair a mess from pulling at it so much. “hi.” you muttered.

“what’s wrong?” she asked you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“just have a lot on my mind.” you tried to muster a fake smile, but failed.

“is it perhaps something to do with pope?” she raised an eyebrow. your mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find the right words. “how did you know?”

she smiled, “i’m your mother, i know you. and besides, i saw him leave the house yesterday looking pretty devastated. now tell me, what’s wrong?”

there was no point in lying so you told her everything. how he told you not to marry nathan, that he loves you and how you didn’t know what to do. you were sobbing again by the end.

your mother wrapped her arms around you. “do what your heart tells you. don’t worry about what the others will say, i’ll deal with them. listen to yourself. this is your whole life ahead of you, don’t throw away what you’ve always wanted because you’re afraid of the consequences. no matter what happens, i’m here for you, your father and your sister will support you no matter what, okay? now come down for breakfast and actually think about what you want. you still have time.” she patted your back and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.

you freshened up, ate breakfast and were back in your room once again, getting dressed for your big day.

you put on the white gown and looked at yourself in the mirror. it was beautiful but it didn’t feel right. you looked around your childhood bedroom and your eyes fell on the pictures pinned on the bedpost. the photo of you, john b and jj lying on top of eachother on the sand, the picture of you sarah and kiara pouting at the camera and finally the picture of you squishing popes cheeks while he grinned.

you traced your fingers on the last picture.

it was clear now, you knew what you had to do.

****

pope was sitting sadly on his couch, beating himself up for letting you slip through his fingers when he heard a knock on the door.

he lazily got up and opened the door, but when he saw who was on the other side, he thought he was dreaming. you stood there, in your white gown and veil smiling at him.

you looked so beautiful in your wedding gown, he forgot how to speak. “what are you doing here?” he asked, voice breaking as he soaked in your figure.

you walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, one that you had longed for since you were a teenager, he was shocked but recovered quickly, kissing you back.

“i didnt do it, i didnt marry him.” you smiled at him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “what?”

“i couldnt do it. it wasn’t fair to him, nor to me. i told him that i was sorry and that i was in love with someone else. he wasn’t very happy about that of course, but he understood.”

“so what does that mean for us?” pope inquired.

“i means that it’s finally the right time to tell you that i love you” you pressed a kiss to his lips, holding him close.

[coco-cinnamon]

JUST A DREAM

୨୧ Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of virginity, fluff, a tad angsty.

୨୧ Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Pogue Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, Y/N has the perfect night with Pope but, it turns out that none of it is real.

© coco-cinnamon 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You smiled as you snuggled into Pope's side, watching the sunset on the beach. "This has been the perfect night." you said, returning his smile.

"It really has been," Pope agreed, kissing the top of your head softly. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Pope." you replied, gazing up at him. Pope stood and extended his hand. "Come with me, let's walk along the beach." he said, smiling.

You smiled and took his hand, then got up and followed him. The two of you walked along the beach, hand in hand. It was nice to finally have some alone time with him, not that you didn't love the other Pogues - they were like your family. But being with Pope made you feel different; you were truly in love.

"You made tonight so perfect." you said, smiling.

"No, I didn't... I mean, I tried, but you being here is what made it perfect." Pope replied.

You felt a flush of pleasure as Pope complimented you. He knew you struggled with self-esteem and body image, so his kind words meant a lot. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he said. "I don't know how I survived before I met you."

You smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Honestly, I don't know how I made it through without you either." you said softly. He smiled and then leaned down to kiss your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile and giggled, "you're so cute." Pope chuckled and leaned in to kiss you.

As the sky began to darken, you suggested, "Well, it's getting late. We should head back. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"

You paused for a moment. "What is it, baby?" He asked. You looked up at him. "Could I... stay with you tonight? I mean, if your parents wouldn't mind." He chuckled. "They wouldn't mind at all. They love having you over, and they think you're great. So do I." You smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Well, thank you." He took your hand and led you to his car, then the two of you drove off to his place.

Pope entered the house with you. "Mom! Dad! I'm home! I brought Y/N with me." he announced. "Welcome back, Pope," his dad said, stepping out of the kitchen. "And hello, Y/N." he added, smiling. "Hey, Mr. Heyward." you greeted, returning the smile. "It's nice to see you again, sweetie." Pope's mom said warmly. "Nice to see you both again too." you replied. "We're just going to head upstairs if you need us." He said, as he and you went upstairs.

You both entered his room and sat on his bed. "So... what now?" you asked, glancing at him. "Well... I might have a few ideas..." He said softly before he leaned in and kissed you. Giggling, you kissed him back, and you both fell onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms as you continued kissing. "I- wait" you said, stopping him. "What is it, baby?" He asked. Flushing, you admitted, "I'm still a virgin." He paused for a moment, processing your confession.

Your face heated up once again and you looked away before he gently took your hand. "Hey, look at me, baby." He said softly. Taking a breath, you turned your head to face him again, watching him smile softly when he looked at you. "That's okay, we don't have to do this if you're not ready." He said softly. You gave him a reassuring smile. "No, it's okay. I want this." Pope nodded. "Alright, but let me know if you want to stop at any time. I'll be gentle." You nodded, and the two of you began kissing again.

Suddenly you awoke with a start, sitting upright in your bed. To your disappointment, Pope was nowhere to be found. Frowning, you muttered, "I suppose it was all just a dream." But as the words left your lips, you herd a soft knock on your bedroom window. Looking over, a familiar face appeared - Pope was peering through your window, a smile spreading across his features.

Author's Note: tysm for reading, angels!

[greengoblinswifey]

Are you writing for the outer banks ? I would love a JJ and Pope x reader after this last season ❤️

summary— JJ and Pope are on the run, the least you can do is give them a place to stay and a hole to fill because your parents want to take away their livelihood.

warnings— slight s4 spoilers. slight angst, threesome, fingering, oral(m&f receiving), hand job, praise kink, ass slapping, degrading kink, rough sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, anal, choking, double penetration, creampie.

a/n— requests for obx are open, enjoy <3

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Never in a million years would you have thought you’d be harboring fugitives. Your parents would skin you alive if they found out.

JJ’s footsteps echoed against the marble floor as he paced furiously back and forth across your bedroom. His fists clenched, jaw tight, he turned on you, eyes blazing. “Did you know about this?” he demanded, almost accusingly. “Did you know your family was trying to tear down everything we have left?”

“JJ, that’s not fair,” Pope interjected, his tone strained but trying to steady the atmosphere. Though Pope was calmer, you could see the tension in his eyes, the way he clenched his fists whenever he thought about everything they’d risked to fight for.

You swallowed, feeling their eyes burning into you. “No, I didn’t know,” you replied, fighting to keep your voice steady, though his accusation stung. “I would never be okay with that, and I can’t believe you’d think I would. I'm putting myself at risk for you two right now—do you have any idea what my parents would do if they found out?”

JJ ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard as he finally sank onto the bed beside you, pressing his palms against his forehead. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, frustration lacing his apology. “I’m just—if they get their way, that’s it. Everything we’ve fought for is gone.”

Pope sat down on your other side, eyes dark and thoughtful as he tried to compose himself. “We’re just out of options. I don’t know where else to turn, and now we’ve got the cops on our backs too.” He looked down, clenching his jaw, before looking back at you. “But we don’t want you to get hurt either.”

You placed a hand on each of their shoulders, trying to calm them down. “Listen, we’ll figure this out. I’ll do everything I can to convince my parents to see it from your side. I won’t let them just rip everything away from you.”

JJ shook his head, though he seemed a little calmer. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to change their minds, but thanks for trying sweetheart ,” he murmured, a softer look passing over his face.

Pope nodded, gripping your hand in silent gratitude. “We trust you.”

As the room fell silent, the air thickened. JJ’s hand brushed along your thigh, firm yet cautious, while Pope’s fingers lingered at the back of your neck. You could feel the air between you three shift. You looked between them, and in their eyes, saw the same look—intense, lust blown, and wanting.

JJ’s gaze was unrelenting as he murmured, “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to unless you want to.” His voice was soft but laced with need.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “I want to,” you whispered, glancing back and forth between them. “I want this—with both of you.”

With that, you leaned toward Pope, lips finding his in a passionate kiss. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, while JJ’s fingers gently traced along your arm and then groping your tits. As Pope’s lips moved against yours, JJ’s hands lingered, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you.

“You’re so hot,” Pope murmured between kisses, his words barely audible, his breath warm against your skin.

JJ leaned close, brushing his lips just below your ear. “Let’s help you out of this,” he whispered, hands carefully guiding the fabric away from your shoulders. His fingers brushed along your skin, gentle and teasing, and you shivered under his touch.

They took their time, careful and attentive, each movement heightening what was between you. Pope’s hands found your waist, guiding you toward him as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You let out a soft moan, feeling completely enveloped by them both.

JJ’s lips met yours, his kiss full of restrained urgency. “We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, his hands tracing gentle patterns along your back.

Pope’s voice was quiet but steady. “We just want you to feel good, to let go.”

You smiled, nodding as warmth bloomed through you. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, meeting both of their gazes. You knew you were exactly where you wanted to be.

As they stood in front of you, both of them needing a release, you could feel the weight of their gazes. You knew exactly what they needed and you sank to your knees slowly, gaining their nods of approval as they watched you with admiration. JJ’s breath hitched as he muttered, “You really are something else, goddamn.” Pope nodded in agreement, a soft grin on his face. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us.”

You took your time unbuckling both their belts and their breathing quickened. As you did, both their cocks sprang free and you were surprised, to say the least. Pope was thick and long, the vein on his cock pulsing and JJ was so long, not as thick as Pope but you knew he’d fill you up just right. They both would.

With your eyes needy and doe eyed, you stared up at them, on your knees as you took JJ deep into your mouth, your other hand stroking Pope slowly.

“Fuck,” they moaned in unison. Their moans willed you on and you switched, taking Pope into your throat and stroking JJ as their heads fell back in utter pleasure.

“You’re fucking amazing, y’know that?” JJ panted. You hummed around Pope’s cock, gagging and bobbing your head faster, determined to feel his cum shoot down your throat. Your thumb massaged the tip of JJ’s shaft then down to his balls as your tongue swirled around Pope’s cock, and before long, you could feel him throbbing uncontrollably.

“You’re doing so good for us, shit, I’m gonna cum,” Pope breathed. You stared up at him, your eyes begging him to cum down your throat and he got the message. He held onto your curls lightly, holding you down as his cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop.

Feeling JJ’s balls tighten, you quickly took your mouth off Pope’s cock and went to his, massaging his balls and deep throating him. You were determined to make him cum too and very soon, you heard the unmistakable sounds of soft whimpers of your name and the feeling of warm cum filling your mouth. You hummed as you swallowed, savoring the taste of both that made your tastebuds tingle and your pussy wet.

When they finally pulled you up, JJ brushed a hand across your cheek, laughing softly. “You really do know how to take our minds off things.” You were proud of yourself, you made two men, friends at that, cum minutes apart.

“I think it’s our turn to make you feel good, s’that a good deal?” Pope inquired and you nodded desperately. He wrapped his arms around you, capturing your lips in a kiss and laid you onto the bed, spreading your legs as he did.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“You are fucking soaked,” JJ praised, “did sucking our cocks turn you on that much?”

“Or are you just a slut?” Pope smirked.

You’d never heard them talk to anyone like that, it was different and it had you throbbing.

JJ leaned down, his eyes locked onto yours as his lips captured your pussy in a soft kiss. It was so intimate, he was practically making out it. He moved to your clit, his tongue flicking it as you gripped onto Pope who made his way beside you for support.

He used one hand to play with your nipples, the action sending waves of pleasure you never thought would be possible from such a simple gesture. Then, his other hand slowly trailed down your abdomen making you shiver as JJ continued his attack on your pussy. Pope’s fingers finally reached your wet hole, slipping in two immediately as JJ lapped at your juices.

“Tell us how good we’re making you feel,” Pope whispered, his fingers curling to find your g spot.

“You’re making me feel so good, you guys are so— fuck,” you moaned.

“Alright then, be a good girl and cum for us,” JJ smirked, his tongue’s movements speeding up and making you grip the sheets tightly.

You weren’t sure who or what to hold on to but you found yourself gripping on to JJ’s hair and your other hand clutching Pope’s as you squirted all over them. You shivered uncontrollably, slowly coming down from your high as they cooed at you.

“Bet none of those lame kooks made you squirt the way we just did,” Pope said, almost cockily.

You nodded shyly, he was right. No one had ever made you feel remotely close to what they just did, you needed more.

JJ grabbed a condom from his wallet, handing one to Pope and they both ripped it open, rolling it onto their hard cocks. You bit your lip in anticipation wondering how you would take the two behemoths in front of you. Was this how the night was really going to go?

JJ was first, him and Pope exchanging looks and finally, he got his own way as usual. He slid above you, his blue eyes piercing into your brown ones as he slowly rubbed the tip of his covered cock along your folds.

“You ready for this baby?” he asked, his voice raspy and low.

“Please just put it in.” He was more than satisfied with your answer and he slowly slid inside your pussy, you weren’t sure if it was to help you adjust or savor the moment. The wind was immediately knocked from you as his hips snapped harshly against you. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you squeezed your eyes shut, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he began rutting into you roughly.

“Oh c’mon, take it baby, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

All you could do was moan and slightly push his hips away from you but your slight resistance proved futile. He was thrusting into you with such great force, you could feel him in your cervix. Pope stood there watching intently, his breathing irregular as he slowly pumped his covered cock, desperate for you to cum so he could be inside you.

“We both want you to cum baby, can you do that? Can you squirt on my cock?”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding as he continued to pound into you. He grabbed your neck and forced you flat on your bed then pinned your legs behind your head.

“Jesus christ, that’s it, look at this wet pussy all spread out for me,” he chucked.

Your pussy couldn’t take it any longer. Clenching tightly around him, you squealed as you felt a rush of liquid spray from you, soaking JJ and the sheets below. His movements slowed, allowing you to feel everything as you came down from your high.

“Your turn Pope, you’re gonna love that tight little pussy,” JJ said, slipping out of you and sitting in the chair opposite your bed.

You were so sensitive, your pussy twitching as Pope used the heavy tip of his cock to rub along your clit.

“Aww, are you sensitive?” he asked and you slowly nodded your head. “Well, too bad.”

As the words left his lips, he sank into you, spreading your legs wide open so he could be balls deep. You weren’t sure how you were taking him, JJ had definitely stretched you open and prepared you.

“Tell him how good it feels,” JJ demanded, sliding the condom off his cock. It wasn’t even full making you wonder why he was ditching it.

“Feels so fucking good, you’re so deep Pope, it feels so good.”

Your moans turned into screams as Pope’s cock collided with your g spot continuously and he reached between your bodies to play with your sloppy clit.

“C-can’t,” you sobbed, the pleasure almost unfathomable.

“Yes the fuck you can baby, now squirt on my cock like you did before, be a good girl,” Pope cooed.

Your pussy was obedient and as predicted, you squirted onto his cock, clutching Pope’s body as if he would disappear if you didn’t.

“See, you could, that’s a good girl, that’s my good girl,” he panted in your ear, your foreheads touching as he rutted into you hard but slow.

Your eyes were heavy and they began closing but it didn’t last long as you felt the bed dip and Pope move from the position above you.

“Arch that back,” Pope murmured but you were too dazed to do so.

They chuckled at your cock drunk demeanor and Pope put you into position with JJ sliding under you and Pope behind you. Pope slapped your ass harshly making you jolt and you felt the unmistakable feeling of the head of his cock, bare, probing your ass.

“W-what are you doing?” you inquired.

“It’s okay, just preparing you to take my cock in that tight ass.”

Before you could protest, JJ captured your lips in a deep kiss, his hand around your neck cutting off your oxygen just a bit.

“And you’re gonna take the both of us at the same time like a good fucking whore, yeah?”

JJ chuckled knowing he was squeezing your throat hard and you wouldn’t be able to answer.

You felt both their bare cocks at the entrance of your holes then the feeling of Pope spitting on your ass and using your juices from your pussy to help lubricate it.

“It’s gonna feel so good baby, I promise,” he cooed.

You felt your vision blur as both men sank into you at the same time. JJ’s hand moved from your neck to your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe. Your screams were muffled in his hand as neither men allowed you to adjust to their size and they began moving at the same brutal pace, the bed squeaking under their weight.

Your muffled screams turned into loud moans and the men took it as the opportunity to go even faster, your tits bouncing against JJ’s body as they did.

“See, what did I tell you beautiful? It’s gonna feel so good,” Pope cooed, slapping your ass.

“She’s such a fucking slut Pope, harboring fugitives and making them fuck her? What would mommy and daddy think?” They both chuckled, mocking you but your pussy squelching loudly was the biggest mockery.

“She’s clenching around the both of us, fuck,” Pope groaned, “cum for us, I know you want to.”

JJ squeezed your neck and used the other hand to rub rough circles on your clit. The pleasure surging all throughout you was too much and before long, your body convulsed violently and you came beneath them.

“Good fucking whore, such a fucking cock slut for us, so obedient. I can’t wait for us to fuck these holes every chance we get,” JJ muttered, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

“We’re gonna cum inside you, fill you to the brim and leave you here leaking,” Pope added.

You whimpered at their words, not able to form a single thought as both boys went at the same brutal pace. You would’ve thought they were trying to tear you apart. With deep moans, they stilled inside you, each pressing deep as their warm cum filled you up. Your holes clamped tightly around them, milking their cocks of all their cum and the feeling of being full in both your holes made your eyes roll back.

“That’s our girl, our little cock drunk whore,” JJ said. Both boys slipped out of you, collapsing on either side of you as they caressed your body.

Pope leaned over to turn up your radio, just in time to hear that the search was still on for him and JJ. Your heart dropped as you heard their last sighting was in your neighborhood.

“Well, that’s our cue,” JJ chuckled. They both sprang up, quickly putting on their clothes to make their escape. While you were half grateful they were leaving, scared someone would find you with them, both your holes leaking with their cum, you wish they could stay to cuddle you.

“Next time, yeah?” Pope said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll be back soon and you’ll get those cuddles we know you want,” JJ added, placing a kiss on your lips.

You hummed in content. “Be safe you two, call me if you need anything.”

With that, the boys sneakily slipped out of your mansion, leaving you a leaking mess on the soaked sheets below you.

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A/N: LETS DO IT!!

You’re The Love of My Life

pairing: pope hayward x fem!reader

A/N: No warnings, just fluff. And if anyone wants me to do another Pope story please let me know! Sorry that this is SOOO short.

Y/N's POV

Pope and I have been dating since we were 15 and he makes me happy! We would run around like two little kids in love. We met in the 3rd grade and I felt he had a crush on me since the day we met. His friends would tell me that he has a crush on me but he would deny it each time I would confront him. He would blush each time.

One day, he asked me out on a date, we went to a golf course and it was really exciting! He helped me with getting the golf ball in the hole and I got a hole-in-one!

On another day, he's my first kiss! We went to the beach to hang out, swim, and talk about life.

"Can I ask you something?" Pope questions.

"What is it?" I look at him.

"How long have you been in love with me?" He looks at me.

"Since we met," I confess.

"In third grade?" He says.

"Yes." I say to Pope.

Pope smiles and hugs me. We look at each other, he leans in and kisses me, and I kiss back. I get fluttery inside, he's so sweet to me.

Ever since that kiss, we have been so close to each other. Every time we would go to a party he’ll always protect me from assholes like the Kooks trying to flirt with me.

He knows that I love Harry Styles so he sang one of Harry’s songs, Love Of My Life, to me, I felt so happy and he knew I was so happy by it because it’s one of my favorite songs from Harry.

JJ, Kiara, and John B teases us ALL the time! If Pope and I are cuddling they immediately give us something to make us uncomfortable or laugh about it.

One more thing to say, his family loves me. I try to respect them and they totally understand what I’m saying. They understand about the topics I’m telling them and they think I know what Im talking about. They think Pope’s and I’s relationship will last in a long time.

All I’m saying is, people support our relationship and we love the support.

[cwritesforfun]

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader: Romeo, Save Me

Loosely Inspired by the song Love Story by Taylor Swift  Lyrics in Italics  Masterlist Y/N = Your Name

** I do not own the Outer Banks characters

Y/N’s POV

I am a Kook. JJ is a Pogue. It should be wrong, but it feels so right. He’s the love of my life and my whole world.

I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air... 

... We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew

I hear a knock on my window and I get up to open it. JJ pulls himself into my bedroom and pulls me into a kiss, not letting me breathe. I push him gently away and say “Babe, I’m getting ready for Midsummer. I can’t make out right now.”  He sighs and says “I don’t see why you have to go to this event anyway.” I reply “I told you that you could be my plus-one for tonight. My parents were cool with it too. They like you.” He replies “I just... I love you, but standing and talking with all of those stuffy rich white people who have always looked down on me for everything I’ve done... I can’t do that.” I kiss him on the cheek and reply “I love you too more than you know. I understand and wish those people had some sort of karma or something for how they treated you. They do suck. I will probably just walk over to talk to Pope in the food area.” He replies “Pope will need a friendly face. He’ll appreciate seeing you.” I nod. 

I sit back down to finish my make-up and JJ sits on my bed. 

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say yes

When I finish my make-up, I see JJ looking sad at the ceiling. Uh oh ...

I lay down and ask “So ... care to share what’s on your mind? Or do you just really like those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling?” He answers “You’re a Kook and I’m a Pogue. Times like these make me feel insecure about who I am and like I’m worthless. I’ll never be good enough or Kook enough for who you deserve to be with.” I get up, turn to him, and ask “Do you really think so little of yourself?” He answers “Yes.” I hug him tightly and say “No, never say that again. I refuse to let you talk to yourself like that and think that. You’re the love of my life and you’re perfect to me. I love you ... I love every part of you no matter that you’re a Pogue. It doesn’t matter. It has never mattered. Your heart matters and JJ... you have so much love to give and I love you so much.” He replies “You ruined your make-up.” I reply “You matter more than my make-up.”

I hear a knock on my door and I exclaim “Yeah?!” The door opens and my mom walks inside. She says “Oh... JJ, you’re here. Sweetie, you do know you can come through the front door. We don’t care that you’re here. You’re welcome anytime.” JJ replies “Thanks.” My mom turns to me and says “Y/N, we do need to leave in 10 minutes. Please be ready in 10 minutes or we’ll be late. You know what happens when we are late? All of us get too stressed for that.” I reply “Okay Mom, I’ll get up and will be ready in 10.” She replies “Good.” Before I know it, JJ slips out of my bedroom window and is gone before I can say goodbye.

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real

Midsummer ... it’s not a night I like. I swear this whole night has been talking about money ... Yeah no one is surprised about that. I just think there are more interesting topics than that. 

I find Pope near his dad with the food and I exclaim “Hi Mr. Heyward.” Mr. Heyward says “Ah Miss Y/N, finally we have someone who will eat like a normal human.” I laugh and answer “That’s right, sir. I’ll take your #1 on the menu for tonight.” Mr. Heyward replies “Great, I’ll get that started.”

I slide closer to Pope who is restocking items and I ask “So... how is your night?” He answers “I have been my dad’s right hand for hours with no break. How do you think tonight has been?” Mr. Heyward calls over “Son, I heard that.” Pope says “Yeah Dad, it’s a small space.” I laugh. They’re so funny.  Pope asks “How is JJ? He told me he was visiting you this afternoon.” I answer “He came over as I was getting ready. He was still firm in his decision to not attend tonight. I understand why. He then got all sappy and seemed to talk about how he was not worthy of love. It was honestly really sad and I wish I could’ve talked more to him, but my mom was getting really anxious about arriving on time. Has he seemed more down recently? I’ve noticed his injuries seem to be ramping up a lot right now.” He replies “Shit... yeah he has been down recently. Every time he gets sad, he drinks a lot or visits you. I think visiting you is the healthier option, but that’s just my opinion.” I half smile and say “Yeah it probably is.” Mr. Heyward hands Pope my food and Pope says “I’m going to add your toppings and then you can eat.” I reply “Thanks.” Pope finishes prepping my food and hands it to me. 

I start eating and I head over to where my younger siblings are. They get jealous of my food and I take them over to get food from Mr. Heyward who is excited to see more friendly people. My dad makes his way over and some more people get in line. Good, the Heywards deserve all the success in the world. 

After I finish my food, I walk around a little and attempt to mingle. I swear I see JJ walk by me at some point. Maybe I’m going crazy or I was just thinking about him and he’s just really on my mind.

I take a seat at a table and watch people dance. I watch servers walk by and see JJ carrying a tray of drinks. What is he doing here? I look over to Pope who looks just as confused. 

I see JJ dance with Sarah Cameron briefly before dancing away from her and handing her a note. JJ walks up to me and says “Come away with me. I love you, baby.” I ask “What are you doing here?” He answers “John B requested my presence... I would’ve gone for you. I promise. I just hate most Kooks, except you and Kie.” I kiss him on the cheek and reply “Let me just tell one of my parents and I’ll go with you.” He smiles and replies “I’ll meet you on the other side of this area.”

I find my mom, tell her, and she’s fine with it. I notice security pushing JJ out of the area and I chase after them. I catch up with him and he scoops me up in his arms to run with me until we reach the boat where John B is. I notice Pope and Kiara get on as well all dressed up. 

Oh, what a night! :) 

[honeybear-yammy]

Love At Midnight

Warnings: cursing, smut, soft sex, oral sex, slightly dom!Reader?, unprotected sex, soft!Pope, fluffy smut.

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Pope end up making love at midnight.

Author's Note: sorry for being so inactive :(

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You slowly woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being planted on your neck. You took a minute to fully wake up as best as you could before looking back at your boyfriend and smiling. “What are you doing?” You asked with a tired giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Pope said softly. “No, no.. it’s okay.” You said with a lazy smile. You looked over at your alarm clock on your bedside table. 12:05 AM. “What are you doing up so late? It’s past 12 AM.” You said as you looked back at your boyfriend.

“I was having trouble sleeping.” Pope said with a sigh. “I tried reading, listening to music on my phone, a bunch of stuff and nothing was working. So, I decided to start loving on you a little bit to see if that would help. I know it sounds stupid.” He said with a sigh. You smiled and rolled yourself over to face him fully before taking one of his hands in your own hands and kissing his knuckles softly. “It’s not stupid, I get it, babe.” You said with a soft smile. The two of you laid there in silence for a moment before you got an idea.

“Hey, what if there was a way that I could help make you sleepy again. Well, make us both sleepy actually.” You said with a grin. “What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “Well…” You trailed off as you crawled on top of him. “I think my idea is something that we would both really, really, really enjoy.” You said with a smirk. Pope now knew exactly what you were getting at and smirked. “Well, I am totally down if you are.” He said with a grin. “Of course I am down! It was my idea after all.” You said with a laugh. Pope laughed with you before you leaned down to kiss him lovingly.

The two of you made out passionately for awhile before you pulled away from him. You pulled off your night shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him, your nipples hardening from the cold air. Pope sat up and gently began to massage your breasts before drawing your right nipple into his mouth. You hummed and let your head fall back as your hands found his hair. After sucking on your hardened bud for a few minutes he pulled back and smiled. “Well, we can’t let the other one feel left out now can we?” He said with a grin as he began to suck on your left nipple now, his hand playing with your right nipple.

After awhile you gently pushed him back onto the bed with a smirk. You got off of him only to tug off your night shorts and panties before helping Pope pull off his sweatpants and boxers. You got back on top of him again and stroked his hard dick a few times before aligning his cock with your pussy. You slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds a few times before sinking down on his cock completely. You both let out soft, breathy moans as you did so. You took a second to get yourself adjusted before beginning to grind on his cock. Pope moaned out softly under you as you slowly grinded against him.

His hands held onto your hips and helped you grind yourself onto him. After grinding against him for awhile you decided to switch it up and you began to bounce on his cock. Pope used his hands to help you bounce on his cock more. You began to pick up the pace, moans and curse words tumbling out of your mouth as you did so. Pope threw his head back on the pillow and moaned out as you continued to bounce on his dick faster and faster. You then began to feel that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Pope’s hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He said. With that your eyes rolled back and you clenched around his cock as you gushed on him. You clenching around his cock was enough to make him let go as well, spewing his warm seeds deep inside of you. Before you could do anything, Pope pulled out off of his cock and laid you down on the bed before getting up and spreading your legs wide. “I- what are you doing?” You asked with a giggle. “Well, I have to clean up the mess we made.” Pope said with a smirk before shoving his head between your legs. He swore that he was going to clean up every last drop, and that is exactly what he did.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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Younger Sister || Topper

Fandom: OBX

Topper x fem! Reader

Song: Marlboro Nights-Lonely God

Summary: Y/N is John B’s younger sister. One day when you are working on the Camerons’ boat, Topper walks in thinking Rafe is in there but it’s just you.

Warnings: Making out that’s it

You have been working on Ward’s boat for hours, you let out an exhausted sigh and sit down on the couch. You closed your eyes for a second, you slouched back in the couch and crossed your arms. You felt as a pillow hit you, you quickly shot up to see your older brother, John B. You grunted and threw it back at him. “You can’t sleep on the job, Y/N.” He joked. He walked over to you and pulled you up.

You scoffed, “this is boring!” Your complaining never got you anywhere. It just made John B roll his eyes and walk off, annoyed with your whiney voice. You were left in the room by yourself, you picked up the cloth rag off the floor and made your way outside to start washing off the outside windows.

You heard a male’s voice behind you. He was shouted, “hey!” You turned around to see a blonde male. You raised your eyebrows, you were shocked that there was a hot male right in your presence talking to you. “Do you know where Rafe is?” He asked.

You nodded your head, “yeah he’s out right now.” You reached up to clean the window a little too high up for you to reach. You watched as the male climbed onto the boat. You turned over to face him, he walked up to you and smiled.

“I haven’t seen you around before, who might you be?” He asked in a flirty tone. You turned to face him, a smile plastered on your face.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, “how about you.” You leaned against the side of the boat, a flirtatious grin on your face. He looked down at you then away.

“I’m Topper.” He greeted himself, “you are a very hot girl, I must say.” He chuckled. You let out a little laugh.

“Well you are a very hot guy.” You flirt back. He crossed his arms and looked down at you with a sweet smile on his face. He had scoot closer to you.

“You need help reaching that?” He asked in a charmed tone, you slowly nodded your head. He held out his hand so you placed the rag in his hand. He reached up and started to wipe down the window, you watched as he did so. He then looked back at you and smirked, “cant get your eyes off me huh? It’s adorable.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, you couldn’t speak since you were so flustered. He then placed the rag back in your hand after help you out, “I have to run sweetheart. I guess I can see you around another time?”

“Sure sounds like a plan, Topper.” You grinned. He then pulled out his phone and handed it to you with the number pad pulled up.

“Put your number in it, I want to have you over some time.” He winked. You took the phone out of his hand and dialed your number into it and sent yourself a text message.

“I’ll check that when I get home, bye Topper.” You waved at him, wiggling your fingers. He waved back after taking his phone and walked off the boat. You felt as a bashful smile appeared on your face. Suddenly you heard someone clearing their throat behind you, you turned to see your older brother with his arms crossed.

“John!” You said shocked since he was standing there. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked with a nervous laugh.

“Not long, I just know about you and Topper’s little exchange that just happened.” He chuckled. “You’re as red as a tomato, did he kiss you or something?”

You scoffed, “he did not!” You poured your lips out. “Go work!” You threw the rag at him.

“I’m done, I literally did all the shit you were supposed to do. Instead you were flirting with Top.” He then picked up the rag. “We can leave now.” You unfolded your arms and sighed.

“Okay, let’s go.” You walked off the boat along with him. You both made your way to the Twinkie, you sat in the passenger seat still thinking about Topper’s adorable face.

Once you got home, you got your phone off from the dresser and opened it to see Topper’s message. You smiled and opened it. You quickly added his contact info your phone before responding.

Me

Hey!

You waited for Topper’s response. You felt your stomach rumble so you went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. You got some cookies and brought them back to your room. You laid back down on the bed and saw that he was typing. You got on to see his notification.

Topper

Glad to know you got home safely!

You couldn’t help but smile at this message, this boy already worried about your safety. You watched as he typed again.

Topper

Hey, you wanna come over if you aren’t busy later?

I can pick you up if I need to

You felt as your smile widened and you squealed. You responded quickly.

Me

Yeah! No plans for the rest of the day

I can get John to drop me off

Topper

John? As in John B?

Me

Yeah, he’s my older brother

Topper

Oh, that’s fine

I guess I’ll see you in a bit sweetheart 😉

You felt iffy about his response. Did he not like my brother? Whatever it was, he clearly seemed to like you more than him. You got out of the bed quickly and looked through your closet eagerly. You were hoping to find a pretty outfit to impress him. Something hot enough to get him turned on but something comfortable. You ran your fingers through your hair as you found the perfect outfit. You put on the cropped polo shirt with some shorts. Sure it was basic, but it was hella comfortable. You brushed your hair out and put some cherry flavored lipgloss on your lips.

“John?” You shouted out to the male in the house.

“What’s up?” You heard him respond.

“Can you drop me off somewhere?” You asked. He entered your room to see the outfit you had chosen.

“Where the hell are you going?” He leaned against the doorway with an eyebrow raised. You turned to face him.

“Uh-“ you stuttered. “Topper’s.” You shyly responded. He slightly scoffed.

He looked down at his shoes, “Alright fine, let’s go.” He walked out of the room. You squealed again, really excited.

You finally were outside of Topper’s house, he had already known where Topper lived which is probably why he hadn’t given you the address when you mentioned John was my brother. You got out of the car, “bye, John!”

“Make sure you do not bang!” He said sternly. You rolled your eyes, you had just met him. You didn’t want to bang him, or at least admit that out loud. You walked up to the door and knocked gently.

You had your phone gripped in your hand. You suddenly heard the lock turn and you saw the handle turn. You had admired the beautiful exterior, dreaming that you had a house like that. The door opened and you saw the taller blonde in the doorway. He smiled softly, excited to see you. “Hey!” He let out an exhale. “You look cute.” He complimented.

You bashfully thanked him and entered the house. “What did you plan on doing?” You asked. He turned to face you and shrugged.

“Nothing special.” He smirked. “Just planned on watching a movie or something.” When someone says they want to “watch a movie” it’s never actually watching a movie. You felt a smile emerge on your face.

“Okay, what movie is it?” You asked. He walked down the hallway, you followed.

“I’m not sure, maybe we can randomly pick on Netflix or something.” He looked back at you. He then opened the door to his room. His room smelled really nice, along with him. He had a blue button up shirt with cargo shorts on. You felt as your heart fluttered as he gripped onto your wrist gently. He pulled you into the room and shut the door gently. He let go and walked over to the dresser to grab his remote. You laid down on his nice made bed and adjusted your position. You saw his cheeks slightly change color when he turned and saw you. He cleared his throat and turned the TV on.

“How about we watch something like Harry Potter?” You requested. He turned back to the TV and tried to find it on another streaming station.

He eventually found it and turned it on. He then laid down next to you. You both awkwardly laid there as you were watching it. Topper’s hand slowly crept over to your hand. You felt as his pinky brushed against your hand, the boy seemed awfully shy. You felt your heart beat grow faster as he did this. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh. Both of your faces were beat root red. His grip tightened on your thigh, you looked over at him speechless. He looked over at you, a small smile spread across your face. You then leaned your head on his shoulder.

Both of you obviously grew bored of the movie because now you were on top of him, exchanging long kisses. One of his hands were in your hair while the other was on your thigh. Your hands were on his unbuttoned shirt. He gently bit your bottom lip, you were both intensely making out, your top was off revealing your bra. He ran his fingers down your waist, the feeling of his cold fingertips sent chills down your spine as you softly moaned into his mouth. He continued to feel your body as the loud sound of your lips smacking together filled the air. The soft sounds coming from the TV were no longer important to either one of you. You hand your hands on the sides of his face. You both made sure you could explore each crevice of the other’s mouth in order to please them.

He has slouched back. He brought his hand back down to your lower half, this time his hand was on your ass. He slightly squeezed it, causing you to slightly giggle and breathe heavily into the kiss. You felt the high from his touch as if it was a drug. The rush you got from the taste of his lips.

He pulled away, “god you taste so fucking good.” He muttered under his breath. You knew it was a good idea to put the lipgloss on. You were so intimate with this man that nothing was going to get in your way.

The sudden sound of his parents entering the house interrupted your session.

“Fuck!” He muttered. You looked back, you quickly got off of him and tried to find your shirt. You eventually found it thrown on the other side of the bed and threw it on. He quickly buttoned his shirt on. He then paused the movie and walked to the door to open it. “Hey guys!” He greeted them, you followed after him. He turned to face you. “Your hair,” he mouthed.

You quickly ran your fingers through your messed up hair due to his hands latching onto it.

“Hello, Top.” His mom suddenly saw you next to the male. You had an innocent smile on your face. “My who do we have here? I’m Topper’s mom, who must you be?” She asked.

“Y/N, ma’am.” You smiled held out your hand to shake. “I’m so sorry for showing up, Topper’s just my moth tutor ma’am.” You lied.

She looked up at Topper, “I didn’t know you tutored math!” She smiled widely. She looked back at you.

“It’s a bit late, I should probably get going home.” You smiled. “Thank you for helping me Topper!” You pulled your phone out and urged John to get to the house quick.

When he showed up, he had JJ with him. You walked out of the house and got in the Twinkie. “So how was it?” John asked.

“Wait you got invited to a Kook’s house? What the hell did you two even do?” JJ asked curiously.

You chuckled a bit, you hesitantly told them. “Well, we started by watching a movie, then it turned into a full make out sesh.” You looked down at your phone. John’s faced flushed with anger.

JJ then laughed before giving you a high five, “man, she’s pulling harder than you!” He pointed at the male.

“Shut up! I’m gonna whoop his ass, the next time I see him!”

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Good Guys

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I wanna call you up Tell you how I feel

Pope sat there. His phone held tightly in his hand, his knuckles pale as he stared into your Instagram profile. Pictures of you displayed over his phone. He sighed roughly. He couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly tell you how he felt. You were friends, nothing more.

Friends.

The word danced around his head. It mocked him. Friends. Friends. Friends. That is all you would ever be he told himself with a glum face, besides you were a kook, being friends with you was already pushing his luck. 

So I won't text back for a couple hours

His phone dinged. Your contact name flashing on the top of his screen. He sighed again simultaneously placing the phone downwards on his desk, and walking away towards his bed to watch some Netflix to distract himself from you.

I'm not gonna hold your hand, Ask if you wanna dance

Pope sat there, the music from the party surrounding him as he watched you. He knew this was your favorite song, but as much as he wanted to walk up to you and ask to dance with you, he couldn’t, so he watched you from afar sending you a wave hello with his hand when you caught his gaze.

You smiled and waved back to him, your stomach full of fluttering butterflies unaware that his was too. Your smile drops faintly at the butterflies and turn your head away from him, making your way to Topper, a fellow Kook and friend.

Not gonna take you home

“You ready to go, man?” JJ, a friend of Pope’s asked causing his long lasting trance of you to break. Pope cleared his throat not only clearing the frog in his throat but the thoughts of you in his mind as well. He nodded at JJ after.

“Yeah, lets go.” He told him.

Pope glanced one last time to look at you. He met your eyes and waved goodbye towards you. You waved back, letting your attention once again drift to the kooks.

Pope masked his frown at JJ’s joke. He wanted so badly for it to be him that had your attention. He wanted it to be him taking you home like how JJ was, but no. You were just friends and he couldn’t date an “enemy” as JJ calls you.

I just wanna give you everything, show you I'm a Southern gentleman

The day after the party, you called Pope to set up a hangout. You told him everything that happened and he wholeheartedly listened

 You told him about how Kelce treated you. You told him about his rude behavior, Popes had remained calm listening, but inwardly he was full of rage.

He hated how your boyfriend treated you. He thought you deserve better. He wanted to show you what you deserved, a gentleman who could give you everything you needed out of life: Happiness, Love, Laughter, but you felt the opposite. 

You're the one I want

You thought that since Pope would never love you, the only other option was Kelce. Kelce, although he may not love you, he was a safe option. Even though he was the one you really wanted.

But when you talk about someone else

Unknowingly to you, Pope disagreed. Pope believed you deserved everything in the world. He wanted to give you that everything, except he couldn’t. There was no way, he could muster up enough nerves to tell you how he truly felt about you especially while you were in a relationship, so he did the only thing he knew how. He became your friend. No matter how much it hurt him to hear your rants over Kelce, he knew it would hurt a lot more if he was left out of your life completely.

I act like I don’t care

Despite the feelings of jealously spiraling out of control inside of him, he held it together. He nodded occasionally while you spoke to show you that he was listening, but truth be told he wasn’t. It hurt him to much to listen, but he pretended to. He was getting good at pretending. It became much easier to act like he didn’t care about the fact that your talking about a different boy in front of him when he wasn’t listening.

So I'm gonna play it cool

“Are you listening?” You asked. Pope immediately nodded.

“Of course, Y/n. You deserve better than that. Kelce shouldn’t treat you like that.” He replied. He sighed adding, “I don’t know why your with him.”

You didn’t offer him an answer. You couldn’t tell him the only reason why you were with him was because it distracted you from what you thought was your unacquainted love from him, so you played it cool with a simple shrug.

'Til I know you want me too

Pope nodded at you. He knew something was up. He knew there was a reason for you being with Kelce that you weren’t telling him. No matter how much he shook it off, he couldn’t help but question it. Weeks before, you would rant to him how awful both Rafe and Kelce were, but now you were dating one of them. It didn’t add up.

Part of Pope wanted to be angry at you for it. He wanted to scream and yell. Tell you how stupid you were for loving Kelce and not him. Tell you how much he loved you that he deserved you not Kelce, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t inform you of those feelings without knowing that you felt the same way he did and to him you didn’t.

All I wanna do is let you in but good guys, 

“Kelce doesn’t deserve you. We both know he’s a bad person. I wish I knew why you were with him” Pope sighed. You stayed silent, so he keeps going.

“I wish you would let me in and just tell me.”

You looked at him deeply, frowning with him.

With a shake of your head, you answered, “All I wanna do is let you in but-”

“but what?  But.” He interrupted mocking your last word, “He’s not a good guy Y/n” He said harshly. You wanted to nod to show him you agreed, but you couldn’t.

“But good guys- good guys.” You tried to think of a way to defend Kelce, but there was nothing. 

Good guys never win

“Never win” Pope whispered quietly, so quietly that it was almost impossible to hear. You heard him though, and you didn’t counter his statement. Instead you remained dead silent.

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The Siren

JJ Maybank x fem kook!reader smut

3k words

Summary: For 9 months you've had a secret burning crush on one of the waiters at the country club. When he shows up one day to clean your dad's boat you set out on a mission to finally hook up with him.

Warnings: underage drinking, unprotected sex, choking, dom JJ and overstimulation

It's a warm Saturday in May, you sit in your big bay window scrolling through social media to avoid working on your essay that's due on Monday. After hours of scrolling through facetuned vacation pictures and boys showing off their souped up trucks you're beyond bored of both social media and your kook life. With a sigh, you put your phone down and stare up at the ceiling. The sound of a car pulling into your driveway catches your attention. Curiously you watch as the old VW bus parks and two boys around your age get out. You don't recognize the brunette who was driving and only vaguely recognize Heyward's son when he gets out of the back. However, a gasp escapes your lips when a third guy hops out of the front seat. You don't know his name, but you'd recognize him anywhere. He's the waiter at the country club who you secretly have a crush on. Since September it's been sweet smiles, winks, free drinks you didn't even order, sultry stares, and him shamelessly eyefucking you. You'd never gotten the chance to say more than your drink order to him or even learn his name, but you decide that today is your day.

You hop in the shower to wash off the grime from sitting around in your pajamas all morning before putting on a small amount of makeup. From your dresser you grab your favorite bikini and put it on, checking yourself out in the mirror proudly. You spray on your best smelling perfume and throw on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt to cover up as you walk past your parents. Finally you grab your tote bag that you keep your sunglasses, towel, and any other tanning supplies in before leaving your room and walking downstairs to your kitchen.

"Oh honey you're up." Your mom excitedly exclaims, smoothing out her stressed expression.

"Morning mom. What's with the suitcases?" Three large suitcases sit in your dining room along with your dad who's pacing back and forth as he types something into his phone.

"This morning your dad and I woke up to a security alert from the Bahamas house so we're flying down there to check on it. We'll be back Tuesday night."

"Good morning sweetie!" Your dad put his phone away, finally registering that you’re in the room.

"Did your mom catch you up on what's going on?" You nod your head.

"Ok good. You know how everything works and to call us if anything happens." You look at your dad doing your best to make it look like you were actually listening to the lecture you get every time they leave you to go on a trip.

"And of course, no more than three of your girl friends can come over and if they do come over you ask us first."

"Of course dad." You smile, slightly embarrassed remembering how you got caught throwing your last party.

You say goodbye to your parents and carry on outside.

"Wait (Y/N) one last thing." Your dad calls after you.

"Yes?" You spin back around.

"Please be careful around the boys that are working on the boat."

You simply smile sweetly and turn to the door, on a mission to finally hook up with the handsome waiter.

The boys stop what they're doing to watch you approach them.

"Um, hey." The brunette calls out to you sounding slightly confused. You figure that he was the sort of leader of the group.

"Hey." You smile up at him. "Did my dad hire you guys to clean The Siren?"

"Yeah he did. I'm John B and that's Pope." John B points to Heyward's son who gives you a shy wave. You wave back politely

"And that's JJ." So his name was JJ. Oddly fitting.

"Sup." JJ nods his head at you, earning him a genuine smile and a slight blush.

"Well I'm (Y/N). Do you guys mind if I lay out on the dock to tan while you work?"

JJ smiles and says something to his friends that makes Pope smack his shoulder.

"Uh no of course not. It is your dock." John B says awkwardly, obviously just wanting to get back to work.

You walk about half way back down the dock to give the boys some space before pulling out your towel to get your tanning spot set up. Once everything you needed was laid out you begin to undress. Slowly you pull up the big shirt revealing your bikini that perfectly accentuates your breasts. Turning so that your back faces the boat you toss the shirt onto your bag and unbutton your shorts. Taking a deep breath to steady your movements you slightly bend over and move your hips side to side as you pull them down, smoothly kicking the denim off once it reaches your ankles. Fixing your hair you turn back around to check if JJ saw your little performance, and he did. As he hoses the salt off the main deck he watches you intently, not looking away when you catch him staring. The two of you maintain eye contact as you sit down on your towel and lean back slowly. The eye contact only breaks when John B calls him over to help him with something, but you never stop watching him. After about an hour of working JJ had taken his shirt off, making sure to look over his shoulder at you as he fixed his hair and readjusted his red baseball cap. A needy feeling rose up deep inside of you at the sight. JJ was too much.

As the day grew longer it also grew cooler. The sun dipping farther into the west was accompanied by winds that made you shiver relentlessly in your revealing bikini. Reluctantly you leave the dock to change into some sleep shorts and your hoodie from your lifeguarding job last summer. You’re disappointed in yourself for just gawking at JJ all day instead of actually making a move on him. Watching the boys wind down their work from the living room you thought hard of some way to initiate conversation with the handsome blonde before it was too late. Feeling your stomach grumble gives you an idea.

You have to force yourself to not run as you make your way back out to the boat. It was JJ who sees you coming down the dock.

“And the maiden of the house returns.” He calls out to you, not looking up from his work. The setting sun was turning his tanned and toned chest gold, making him look like a Roman god. Focus, (y/n), focus.

“I was thinking about ordering a pizza and was wondering if you guys would want some, you know, to reward you for your hard work.” You put on your best puppy eyes as you look up at him.

“I’m not sure about the other two, but I’d fucking love some pizza.” JJ calls back to his friends to tell them about your offer and is met by two enthusiastic cheers.

“I think they agree.” He smiles down at you.

“Sweet, I'll go back in and order it.” Everything was falling just into place. Triumphantly you walk back towards your house, but you don’t even make it half way down the dock when JJ calls out your name.

“Hey (y/n), I’m not gonna have to pay you back in any type of way later am I?” The shit eating grin plastered across his face tells you he wasn’t talking about money. Blushing hard, you try to think of something slick to say back to him. JJ was very obviously entertained by your new shyness. He leans forward on the railing, smirking expectantly.

“We’ll see.”

It didn’t take long for the pizza to arrive or for JJ and his friends to finish up on the boat and meet you on the patio. Things were a little awkward when you guys first sat down, but after a couple slices of pizza and a few beers you’d stolen from your parents’ expansive alcohol collection you all joked like friends. You learned more about the pogues and their adventures on the cut. Most importantly you learned more about JJ. Like his love for surfing, how his eyes scrunched up when he laughed, that him and John B have been best friends since third grade, that he always had to be moving or fidgeting with something, and his plans to move to Yucatán. As it got darker out you moved inside to throw away the group’s garbage. Knowing that the boys were tired from a long day's work you didn’t want to rush them out of your house, so you were perfectly fine letting them lounge on your patio a little while longer. When you came inside you secretly hoped that JJ would make your whole plan of hooking up with him a little easier and that he’d follow you. Just when you give up hope the glass door to the patio swings open and JJ walks in, leaning over the back of the couch you're laying on.

“You look bored.” He states the obvious. Once again social media was failing to keep you entertained.

“I am.” You sit up to make room for JJ to come around and sit next to you, and that he did.

“It’s just that I’m getting tired of how superficial everyone on this side of the island is.” JJ nods for you to go on, his sky blue eyes examining you.

“Everything we do here is just for show. Ya know?” You toss your head back against the couch shaking it.

“Yeah I know exactly what you mean. I’m in disbelief at half the shit I hear working at the Island Club. I’d be miserable constantly living to impress everyone else.”

“We are miserable.” You look at JJ with a smile that he reciprocates.

“I’ve always known you were different than the other kooks.” The way he looks from your eyes to your lips makes you shiver.

“How so?” Your voice fills with anticipation.

“I don’t know.” He simply shrugs his shoulders. Looking away, you try to hide how your face drops, JJ doesn’t fail to notice.

“I guess the way you flirt with me was one thing.” Casually he reaches for his beer like he didn’t just call you out.

“Hey, you started it.” You slap his shoulder lightly. The smirk that grew across his face reassures the anxiety that was rising up inside of you.

“Yeah I did.” JJ agrees, taking another sip of his beer.

The room grows silent and you rack your brain trying to think of some way to carry on the conversation. Guys usually didn't have this effect on you. Kooks don’t know how to flirt or keep a conversation, all they do is brag about what they have or use corny one liners. Admittedly you only ever fuck them out of boredom or wanting something quick and easy. Getting a guy was easy when they just threw themselves at you to stroke their own ego. JJ's aloof yet flirty personality is what makes you want him that much more. Without second thought you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

"You know my parents aren't gonna be home all weekend." Fuck. You internally cringe at yourself for sounding just like the desperate corny men who chase you. Trying to play it cool you lean across JJ's lap to take a sip of his beer. To your surprise his face lights up.

"Is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) trying to get in my pants?" He puts an emphasis on the my.

"Are you not trying to get into mine?" He finishes off his beer to hide the fact that he has no clue how to respond, but it doesn’t work. You finally did it. You finally left JJ speechless.

The sound of the door to the patio opening and closing saves him.

Pope and John B walked into the living room laughing at something one of them had said.

"Hey J, you ready to go? I've gotta get Pope back home." John B says.

"I cannot miss curfew again." Pope affirms.

JJ looks at you and then looks at his friends. Silently you stare back praying to God that he'll stay. Fuck it. You lean forward, dragging your nails across JJ's left shoulder and whisper in his ear.

"Please don't go."

That was all JJ needed.

"I think I'm actually gonna stay here tonight." A giant wave of relief washes over you. Pope and John B exchange a knowing look.

"Well ok then. I'll see you tomorrow. Or whenever you're done here." John B claps JJ on the shoulder as he and Pope walk out. Once they are out of the room JJ puts an arm around you.

"Oh yeah one last thing," Pope calls from the foyer, "be safe." him and John B laugh as you and JJ blush, but once the door shuts JJ is on top of you. He kisses you deeply as his hands travel up your hoody and to your waist. His erection grinds into your aching core. A moan involuntarily escapes your lips, causing JJ's grip on you to tighten. You put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Hang on," JJ's eyes search your face in worry, "we should go upstairs."

It took everything in you to stop him, but after all that build up and yearning you don’t want to just get raw dogged on the couch.

JJ rolls off of you so you can take his big hand and lead him upstairs. Once you reach your room JJ is back on you, one hand on your waist, the other on your ass, with your arms thrown around his neck. Carefully he leads the two of you backwards so he can sit on your bed with you standing in between his legs. Pulling off your hoodie he begins to undress you, taking a minute just to stare at you once you’re in your bra and panties. He’s in absolute awe. You picked out a matching lacey set just for this moment, just to see his eyes cloud with lust as he unwrapped you. Swiftly he leans forward to pick you up and toss you on the bed. He crawls above you to lean forward and whisper in your ear.

"I've been thinking about this for months. Late at night imagining you in every position, screaming my name, leaving scratches down my back." His breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine and to your core. He nips at it as he begins tracing circles on your clit. Finally feeling what you've so badly needed all day, you buck into his hand.

"Oh baby you're so wet. Have you been thinking about me too?" You nod a quick yes before gasping as he moves his fingers down to your core, flicking his wrist to thrust them in and out of you. In response he chuckles and whispers good girl against your skin as he moves his kisses down your neck and to your chest. Once he reaches your clothed breast he kisses over the lace.

"Take this off for me." Without taking his hand out of your panties he uses his free arm to prop himself up to give you room to reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, tossing it on the floor. He wastes no time to dip down and suck one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Your fists ball up in his shirt at the feeling and a lewd moan escapes your lips. He works you through until you cum, gripping his shoulders as you experience your first orgasm of the night.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your lips. Making unbreakable eye contact you suck them into your mouth and wrap your tongue around them. JJ moans out a breathy fuck before removing them.

"Take this off." Blissed out you shamelessly whine, tugging at his shirt. Smiling cockily he tosses off his hat before pulling the fabric over his head. You bite your lip at the sight of him shirtless, reaching out to run your hands over his strong shoulders. JJ revels in your touch before grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"God you just want me so bad don't you?" His face is inches from yours, his lips ghosting over your own, teasing you when he pulls away. He releases your wrists so he can pull down your panties(kissing your clothed clit before doing so)and finishes undressing himself. Your mouth falls open as his hand moves up and down his large erection. He leans forward to center himself with you, but stops before pushing in.

"I thought I asked you a question. You do want me, right?" He continues to pump himself, letting out a soft pornographic moan.

"God yes JJ, I need you, now please just fuck me." All day all you wanted was for him to pound you senseless so you could care less about how helpless and desperate you sound.

As soon as the words leave your mouth he slams into you. One of your hands grips the sheets while the other grips his shoulder hard enough to leave scars. Moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. With how overstimulated and needy you already are, it only takes a few minutes for you to reach your second orgasm. JJ pulls out of you, but only to switch positions. He pulls you up so that you kneel facing your vanity mirror. Coming up behind you he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you as he puts his dick back inside you. Once his pace is steady he moves his hand up to your throat. You squirms under his grip and pant his name. With you in full view he moans at the unholy sight of tears forming in your eyes as they roll back. He pounds in and out of you even harder. Using his thumb and index finger he forces you to look at yourself.

"Look at you, an absolute mess just for me. Is this what you wanted? Is this why you've been showing off to me all day? So I could fuck your brains out." You nod your head, but he just chokes you harder.

"Come on now, you can use your words." His breath was hot on your neck as he began to leave his mark on you.

"Yes, yes JJ. God oh fuck yes. Right there." He continues to pound into you until you whine out that you were about to cum.

"Not yet baby." He pulls out and pushes you onto your back so he could kiss you as he begins thrusting again. Crying out from being so close you dig in and drag your nails down his back screaming his name. JJ throws his head back in ecstasy, his own impending finish causing his thrusts to become fast and sloppy. Still clawing his back you beg him to let you cum, this time he lets you. Your vision goes blurry and your jaw falls slack as you finish. JJ isn’t far behind, moaning your name as he pulls out just in time to cum on your stomach.

Once you’re both cleaned up he wraps you in his arms and tucks you against his chest

"Was it what you imagined?" You look up at him innocently.

"Hmm?" He questions, looking down at you.

"Like what you were saying earlier how you'd think about me late at night. Is it what you imagined?" You repeat yourself. He kisses you sweetly before answering your question.

"It was more than I ever imagined." You lay your head back against his chest.

"Good."

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks you tiredly.

"It's more than I could have ever wanted."

"Good. Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Goodnight JJ."

You kiss your crush's chest before falling asleep in his arms.

AN: Heyyy Cupid here. I'm very new to publishing my work and this is the first smut i've ever written(but I've read plenty of it) so please bare with me ok. While writing this i kinda thought up the fic from JJ's pov/the morning after AND a third part where they meet up at the island club so lmk if you want those ;) Also remember to use a condom(you don't always get as lucky as fic characters get), to ask for consent, and to pee after intercourse so you don't get a uti