#pope smut

[sarahsangelicdoll]

༊·˚ Thinking about this with JJ, Pope ‘n reader after JJ and Pope argued

cw: 18+!, mdni, link leads to twitter/x porn !, mxmxf, femdom, jj fucks pope, handjob, degradation, praise, JJs lowk kind of mean to Pope, Pope’s lowk a bit sassy, position is a bit different than the video !, minimal story, jealous JJ, sub!Pope,

a/n: i’m tired of pretending that i don’t want the both of them. first time actually writing mxmxf where the dudes do more than kiss, suck or blow each other off bare with me. This is kind of rushed so that i could just get it finished and get practice with writing mxm smut 😓

The argument had been petty, but enough to ruin the two mens mood all day. The tension between the two of them palpable all day, therefore affecting everyone’s mood.

It unfortunately didn’t even manage to simmer when you invited the two of them over to have a movie night.

You sat in the middle of your bed. Bowl of popcorn in your lap. The room dark, only illuminated by the glow of the tv, playing whatever it was you put on. Pope on your left, hand resting on your thigh, his thumb mindlessly rubbing soft circles against your skin. Attempting to set his own awkwardness aside for at least a bit so that you could enjoy the movie. Meanwhile JJ didn’t bother to hide his sour mood. Jaw set tight and arms crossed over his chest. Staring straight at the tv and letting out sounds as responses whenever one of you would speak to him.

Perhaps JJ was in a sour mood because you lied to him and said it’d just be the two of you, but he should’ve known better.

You thought the two would reconcile at some point during the movie, but when the second movie of the night reached the halfway point and JJ was still snippy, you knew you’d have to do something else. And your smart ‘lil self knew just what.

Which leads to your current position. Shirt and bra pulled down under your tits. Your hand working up and down the lengths of Pope’s cock while you sucked hickeys onto his neck which was craned to the side to give you easy access. Moans begrudgingly falling from his lips at the double sensation of your hand and JJ, who was practically fucking him into the headboard, thrusts.

“You like that?” You hum into Popes ear as you kissed up his face. Taking his jaw in between the pads of your finger tips to turn his head towards you.

“Y-yeah..” He managed to get out before his words broke into a moan at a particularly hard thrust and flick of your wrist over the sensitive heaf of his cock.

“Why don’t you tell JJ how good he’s making you feel?” You drawled out, knowing damn well that Pope won’t do that so easily.

Pope’s eyes narrowed slightly as he bit his lip, side eyeing JJ before muttering; “JJ’s ok.”

You just chuckled. Amused by how petty these two could get sometimes.

“Really? just ok?” You asked, raising a brow as you slowed your hand a bit, before completely removing your hand from his cock as Pope nodded. “Oh really?” You teased, not believing him. “So without my hand you won’t be such a moaning mess?”

Pope whined as your hand moved from his cock. Frustrated groan leaving him at your words that followed.

JJ was also ticked off, not by you, but by Pope. His thrusts speeding up as his hands tightened around Pope’s thighs. JJ’s irritation growing as he watched Pope try and hold in his moans.

“That right? Ion fuck you good?” JJ spat. Purposely digging his nails into Pope’s thighs. The two men completely in their own world as you watched them with an amused smirk.

“Yeah- That’s what i said w-wasn’t it?” Pope stuttered out, still trying to hold back his moans. Though the way his fist tightened its hold against the fabric of your skirt gave away how he was feeling.

JJ scoffed, his thrusts somehow managing to speed up even more as his jaw clenched. “That’s not what you say any other night.” He tsked. Not buying and tired of Pope’s bullshit.

You sighed, butting into the conversation. Not particularly in the mood for another argument.

Leaning forward, you placed a comforting hand against Pope’s cheek while you pecked his other cheek before speaking. “Oh come on, just tell JJ how good he’s making you feel.” You encouraged, thumb gently brushing up and down his cheek. “Be a good boy and be the bigger person.” You praised, encouraging him even more. Knowing exactly how to get Pope to do whatever you wanted.

Pope moaned at the praise and your touch. Instinctively leaning into it before glancing at JJ. Biting his lip before finally letting out a broken moan.

“Good- feel’s s’good..” He moaned out. Feeling his cock twitch, his body getting closer to his release.

You grinned, humming contently but not quite pleased yet. Whispering in his ear: “And..?”

“And i’m sorry- Sorry for what i said-” Pope quickly replied, already knowing what you wanted of him. He didn’t want to apologize, didn’t feel he needed to, but he’d do anything to keep you happy and have your praise.

“Good boy.” You said as you grinned. Your hand going back to work up and down on his cock. Swallowing his moans as you placed your lips to his. Only pulling away occasionally to catch your breath and mutter words against his lips. “You close?” “Yeah? cum for us baby, you deserve it.” “Look so cute like this.”

JJ watched your actions with narrowed eyes. Grunts and occasional moans that were leaving his lips slowing, along with his thrusts. Feeling jealousy stirring inside him at the attention Pope was receiving from you, and the fact Pope apologized only because you told him too. Feeling brushed a side.

With a scoff, JJ suddenly increased his pace again. Pulling Pope’s hips down, eliciting a gasp from the other man. Pope’s gasp quickly turning into a moan at the sudden increase in pace and angle as JJ leaned forward, left hand resting on the bed.

JJ’s touch was rough as he gripped your chin inbetween his fingers and turned your head to face him, forcing your lips against his.

You hummed in surprise, but kissed back nevertheless. Grinning into the kiss as you heard Pope’s moans increase in frequency and felt his cock twitch in your hand.

Once you kissed back, JJ let go of your chin and brought his hand down to play with your breasts. Roughly squeezing the flesh while his thumb pressed harshly against your sensitive nipples, flicking up and down.

A moan tore from your lips at the sensation. Melting into JJ’s touch as your cunt squeezed around absolutely nothing and your hand sped up around Pope’s cock.

Not soon after you sped up your pace, Pope came. His cum splattering along his abdomen as an almost pathetic but adorable sounding whine escaped his throat.

JJ wasn’t far behind, his thrusts growing more sloppy and touch lighter. Desperately wanting to just cum already. And as Pope came down from his orgasm and overstimulation started to set in, his whines did plenty to help JJ get closer to the edge.

When JJ did finally cum his hips stilled against Popes. Right hand coming down from your breasts to land on the bed for extra support with keeping himself up. His head falling down while he finally broke the kiss, strangled moan escaping his lips as he panted.

You gasped in a breath of air as the kiss finally ended. Wiping the spit that pooled at the corners of your mouth away. God, you’d be lying if you said the sight in front of you wasn’t absolutely fucking hot. Pope’s chest littered with his own cum as he tried to catch his breath. JJ’s cock still in Pope as he came down from his high. JJ’s pretty blonde hair cascading over his face, some strands damp with sweat. Both of your boys faces blushy.

You grinned, placing a kiss to JJ’s cheek before forcing his head up with your fingers. “Don’t you have something to say to Pope?” You questioned, tone soft as you looked at JJ.

JJ sighed, the stress from the argument finally released off his body as he looked down towards Pope. “‘M sorry for being a dumbass.” He muttered. The begrudging tone in his voice not meaning much as he wiped away some of the spit that fell past Popes lips.

You giggled, happy to know that your two boys were going to get along again as you gave both of them a quick kiss. Sighing contently as you spoke. “My pretty boys.”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

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me thinks overstim with pope🤗

EEEEEK!!!! Yesss done. Thank you saur much for your ask my love!

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𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: pet names, swearing, degradation, cum play, unprotected sex, handjob, overstimulation, impact play.

Reader’s POV:

“I said I was sorry. I was one number off. One number. Please-”

“Shut up, Pope. I’m not stopping. Not until tears fall from your pretty, puppy dog eyes. I want your voice to go hoarse off this shit so I don’t have to hear another word from you about how I was wrong. Tell me what I was…” You look down at the man, his wrists bound to the top of your bed; chest heaving, lip quivering as you stroke him with his own cum. Fifteen minutes post nut and he hasn’t stopped whimpering yet.

“What did you say? M’tryin’ to listen. I… I’m trying to. Fuckk,” his words get caught up in a moan as he throws his head back on the pillow. You smack his balls, making his eyes screw shut, and his toes curl. “Ssss-stop. Mpfhh… Just stop.” His voice cracks and breaks as tears gather on his waterline. “You were fuckin’ right. Alright? You were right. You’re always right.” He blurts in a single breath.

You look down on your academic rival… The one who swore up and down that he was right and you were wrong, costing you the score you knew you deserved. “M’gonna cum. Shit,” he mumbles groggily, dragging his head off the pillow to look at you sitting pretty between your thighs in lingerie he thought he was going to have the pleasure of taking off.

“No, you’re not.”

“What?” His mouth contorts in the word, but nothing comes out. You put your hand up to your ear, gesturing that you didn’t hear as you give him a smug smile, pulling off his cock in the process. The tears pooled in his eyes roll down his cheeks as his eyes beat shut.

You sigh as you take hold of his cheeks in your hand, squeezing them, making his pillowy lips part. You draw a line of spit, landing on his tongue, making his eyes roll back. You rub your hand messily on his face, sopping up his tears before wrapping your hand around his length again. “You’re such an asshole sometimes. You know that?”

“I know I am. I’m so, so sorry,” his pants as you start to stroke again, making his ab muscles flex with each strained breath he takes.

“You should be.” You rise on your knees, pulling your panties to the side, the visual of the sticky cotton and your glistening cunt enough to have him cumming before you can even tease him further. His warm cum spurts on your slit, rolling messily down your hand. “Rough day. Huh?” You giggle cruelly, making him look up at you shamefully as he searches for the right thing to say.

“I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you, baby-” You plug up his mouth with your cum-coated fingers, making his eyes widen as you sink on his long, thick dick, painfully slow, savoring each inch as he sobs around your digits in pleasure and overstimulation.

“I told you to shut up, Pope.”

[nemesyaaa]

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

warnings : slight smut so minors DNI.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ hi pope ! “ you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“they’re missing something.”

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

“are you flirting with me?”

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

“ you don’t know me. "

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

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

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

“what flavors of ice cream do you want?”

“i want your favorite.”

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

“it’s on the house.”

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

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

" how ?"

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

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

“ i don't want to lie to him. “

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

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

“ you're the only pretty thing here. “

and that was how you started dating pope heyward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t call me that.”

“isn’t that what you are?”

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

“i want to stay here forever.”

" where ? "

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

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

“i want you. and you want me too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ no, you're not. “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ boys can't play and win. “

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

his hands grabbed your thighs while you slipped harder.

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

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

" what are you doing ? "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ oh shut up, pope heyward. “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" you don't understand anything, right ? "

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

" you're not bored ? "

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

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

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

" deal ? "

" deal. "

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

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

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

he turned to Pope, ignoring your bullshit words.

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

" JJ. "

"What? I was just asking!”

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

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

So idk if you write for Pope (but he’s very underrated and my fav, if you don’t then could you do this for rafe?)

A Pope fic where you and Pope haven’t had sex for a while for some reason (like maybe one of you were sick or on vacation or just busy) and when you guys finally have alone time together and you guys are making out and he goes to undress you, you remember that you haven’t shaved/waxed recently and you’re like “wait no stop” and of course he gets worried he did something wrong and you were uncomfortable with something and you’re like “no nothing like that I just haven’t had time to shave” and he’s just like “🤨 okay?” And you’re like “so we should probably stop, I can still help you out though” and he’s just like “why does that matter” cause he’s just dumbfounded that you would think that is important to him

i'm grown | pope heyward x reader

Summary: Pope is highly offended that you think he would care about something so trivial.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, fingering, missionary, eating out, insecure!reader, light spanking, doggystyle

A/N: Pope is most definitely underrated so this was fun to write cause I do have a special place in my heart for that man💕

You moan into Pope’s mouth as you walk him back into the bed. He grabs your waist to pull you down with him as he falls clumsily, causing the two of you to laugh. You move to straddle his hips, leaning over him with a smile.

Pope grins back as he brings his fingers to push your hair out of your face, meeting you halfway to push his lips against yours in a less rushed manner. You had to remind yourselves that you had time; something you haven’t had a lot of lately. In fact, it’s been almost a month since you’ve had any quality time.

If Pope wasn’t working, you were; and with the free time you two did have it was spent around the Pogues where there isn’t really much privacy or lack of interruptions. The two of you were going insane.

Not even due to just a lack of sex, but the quality time you were missing out on. Being able to talk for hours about the most random, bizarre topics. Binge watching movie series over and over to catch the things you missed. You’d been dating for over a year, so it’s not far off to say you guys like being around each other.

The sex was just a really, really good bonus.

When you snuck over to see him after a late shift, falling asleep almost instantly, Pope woke up this morning with one saying on his mind. Desperate times call for desperate measures. So, he called in sick for you, told the Pogues not to call unless it was an absolute emergency, and sent his parents off to an early brunch with only minor setbacks. No one would be within a ten mile radius, which was perfect for him.

The two of you continue to make out slowly, pulling away so he can sit up to take his shirt off. Pope talks as he does so, something he does often that you find cute. It’s always a small conversation, even between rounds of sex he just wants to ask you how your day was.

“Did you sleep well?”

You giggle as he lays back down, hands grasping the sides of your neck lightly to bring you down with him into a soft kiss. Running your hands down his chest to his stomach, Pope shivering against your fingertips, you begin to lightly grind onto him.

“Yeah,” You hum against his lips. “You kept taking the blanket though.”

“I’ll get two for tonight.”

He grabs your ass in his hands, guiding your movements against him as he starts to harden in his boxers. You palm his bulge, causing Pope to groan as his hips raise. He asks you between small pecks, “‘Move to the top of the bed?”

You nod, moving to the top of the bed and laying down. Pope follows, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your head. Your hands come out to touch his waist as he presses himself against you, wrapping your legs loosely around his.

Pope’s phone rings, making him groan as he sits up straight, reaching over to the nightstand to grab it. answering it with a huff. Your legs are still loosely wrapped around him when he sits back up straight above you, bringing one hand to rub at your thigh.

Your jaw clenches in annoyance, halfway ready to throw his phone across the room if he didn’t hang up in thirty seconds.

“JJ I’m busy-” Pope says between clenched teeth, the blonde interrupting him. Pope furrows his eyebrows as he scoffs. “Wh- No I haven’t seen your weed.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes screwed shut in annoyance. “Why would I hide it? That makes..”

“Pope,” You glare at him, Pope’s hand movements stopping as he looks down at you. “Hang up the phone.”

Pope’s eyes widen as they meet yours, cursing when he sees the look of lust blown out on your face. He fumbles to hang up, tossing it on the floor as he forgets all about it. You take your shirt off, flinging it across the room just in time for him to catch your lips in a heated kiss. You moan against his full lips when Pope’s hand runs along the lining of your underwear, and you run the usual through your head.

Everything was good down there, nice and smooth, ready for ac-

Your eyes pop open as you realize everything was not ready for action. You’d been so wrapped up in horniness you didn’t even think about it. With everything going on and you two never having time for sex, you haven’t really shaved in a few weeks. And with Pope being impulsive for the first time in his life, you didn’t have time to prepare yourself. You thought you’d be taking orders and bussing tables right about now.

You moved your lips distractedly against his, thinking to yourself how maybe you can just slip to the bathroom. But he would get suspicious if you took too long. You could always tell him, it’s not like he’s never seen hair before but normally you keep it clean shaven before you have sex just as a personal preference.

Pope notices your distraction, pulling away with knitted eyebrows, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?”

“No, you’re great. I, um, I just.. remembered I haven’t really shaved in a little while.”

Pope pauses in his movements, head tilting slightly. You mistake his reaction for distaste, quickly sitting up and shaking your head. “We don’t have to do anything! I can just do something for you.. I still missed you.”

Pope still wears the same expression, and you bite your lip, “I’m sorry for not being ready, babe, you just surprised me-”

“What- I’m not mad,” Pope shakes his head with a confused smile, bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss them. “I’m just a little lost. Do you not want to have sex?”

“Of course I do,” You reply, shrugging awkwardly as your face flushes. “I’m saying that if you don’t want to-“

“Why wouldn’t I want to?”

“Because I’m not..” You motion your head to between your legs, Pope following your line of vision. You watch the moment  it clicks as he nods with pursed lips.

“Y/N.. I’m gonna say this is in the nicest way possible,” He starts, kissing your knuckles one more time before settling over you. “I don’t give a single fuck.”

You laugh, Pope smiling in return as you look up at him,“Really?”

He nods slightly, eyes darkening as he gazes down at you. He presses himself back against you, “Come ‘ere.”

You lean up to meet his lips, Pope returning his hand to the top of your underwear.  You spread your legs more to give him room as he slides his hands into your panties, moaning as he rubbed up and down your folds. It took you a second to get over the insecurity of not being shaved, but Pope’s groan against your lips when he felt your slickness helped.

He circled his fingers on your clit, your head leaning back to rest on the pillow. Pope places kisses on your neck as he moves his fingers to your entrance, gathering the wetness before sliding them both in. Your mouth falls open as he pumps his fingers slowly inside your heat, hand coming to grasp the back of his neck.

You roll your hips to meet his fingers, Pope pulling away to watch his hands move in your underwear. He curses to himself as he sees your wetness through your underwear, your juices practically soaking his hand at this point. He moves his head back to yours to give you a soft kiss.

“I’m gonna take your underwear off now, okay?”

You nod, biting your lip as Pope pulls away fully to slide your underwear down your legs. You keep your thighs together at first, Pope kissing both of your knees before grabbing them both in his hands, spreading your legs out so he can see your folds.

He moves further down the bed, placing kisses from your knees down the middle of your thighs as he settles his head over your heat. He blows on your folds, making you giggle and buck your hips slightly at the cold air hitting your warm center. He gives you a slanted smile, wrapping his arms around your thighs and using his fingers to spread your lips.

Your breathing picks up as he runs his tongue up your folds before enveloping your entire pussy in his mouth. His arms tighten around your thighs when you start to squirm, his head moving up and down as he sucks your folds. As much as you wanted to and could come from this alone, it’s been too long since you’ve felt him.

“Pope,” You whine, hitting his shoulder to catch his attention. He hums against you, licking you a couple more times before pulling off, “Yeah?”

“I want you inside of me,” You start pulling at his arms, Pope nodding quickly as he kisses your pussy one last time. He removes his arms from around your thighs, sitting up and grunting as you immediately pull him over you. Your hand lightly cups his jaw as he leans in to give you a heated kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the taste of him, hands moving to his waist as he starts to grind on you. Hard as ever, Pope groans become more frequent as he presses himself harder against you. You move your hands to his hips, pulling at his boxers and sliding them down. He finishes the job, pulling at them until they are down his legs and throwing them.

Moving back over you, he hovers over you as he takes your breast in his hands, kissing and sucking at them like he’s never gonna see them again. You whine his name again, making him smile into your chest as he pulls off to kiss you, “So needy.”

You lift an eyebrow, cupping his dick in your hand and stroking it. He shudders, hips bucking into your hands as he moans your name. You give him an amused look, “So needy.”

“Shut up,” He jokes back, slapping your hand away and sitting up. He lines his cock with your folds, pushing in slowly. He slides in embarrassingly easy, your eyes closing at the feeling of him inside of you after so long. He places his elbows next to your head as he leans over you, not moving his hips as he leans down to kiss you.

“You okay?” He asks, kissing your jaw.

You nod your head, eyes still closed but relaxing your muscles. He places soft kisses on your jaw and neck as he waits for you to give him the go, and when your legs wrap around his waist as you pull him deeper inside of you, he takes that as the cue.

He starts to move inside of you, pulling all the way out to push back in with hard, slow thrusts. Your head throws back at the feeling of his cock stretching you out as he kisses anywhere he can get lips on, moving faster.

The sound of skin slapping together rings throughout the room, Pope taking your legs from around his waist to fold them as he sits up and presses himself deeper inside of you. He’s trying to hold back his moans, biting his lip as his eyes close in pleasure. You on the other hand are a moaning mess.

Your eyes trace his face, head tilted back as he groans softly at the feeling of you. Your hand comes to his stomach, touching the muscle as he moves his hips harder to slam into you. Your moans are tumbling from your lips, your pussy soaking his cock as he moves inside of you.

After a little bit, knowing neither of you were gonna last that long, you grew needier the more he was quiet. You want to hear him moan, knowing the exact position to get what you want.

“Hold on,” You breathe out, Pope slowing down as he looks down at you. You push him away so he can pull out, making room so you can flip over. “I wanna..”

You flip over and get on your knees, moving the pillows from the bed and throwing them. Leaning on your forearms, you arch your back and push your ass back onto him. Your breasts are pressed against the sheets, offering some friction for your hard, sensitive nipples.

“Fucking hell.”

Pope curses, instantly getting on his knees and pressing himself against you. He slaps his dick on your ass, breathing hard as he pulls away a little to lean down to kiss both of the cheeks of your ass softly. You giggle at the feeling, shaking your ass playfully.

He sits up, hands coming to your ass and gripping the flesh. He spreads them as he moves closer to you, tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. He pushes himself in all the way to the hilt as you rest your forehead against your forearms, moaning loudly.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm..” You nod, eyes fluttering as he starts to move inside of you, cock reaching deeper inside of you in this position.  “So deep like this.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” He groans, hands gripping your ass harder now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder now, alright?”

“Please,” You whine, a broken gasp leaving you as he starts to pound his cock inside of you. Your ass moves at the force he’s fucking you with, you moaning loudly as you push back to meet his thrusts. Pope watches you as you do so, a combination of your name and loud groans coming from him as he continues to pump himself inside of you.

He leans down, leaving wet kisses down the middle of your back as your legs begin to vibrate, head thrown back as your eyes close in ecstasy. Pope slaps your ass, making your pussy clench as you move back faster against him.

“You getting close?” He mumbles into your back, kissing a couple more times as you nod your head before sitting back up on his knees. “Me too. Come whenever you want, baby.”

He grabs your hips, stopping your own movements as he fucks himself harder into you. He’s moving faster now, cock hitting the perfect spot.

“Right there,” You squeak out, head pushing into the sheets as your hand grips the sheets, bringing your other hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You’re moaning loudly as he makes sure he continues to hit that spot inside of you, deep moans falling from his lips.

“There? I got you, baby, let go for me.”

From his words and the way he’s massaging your hips now, your eyes roll as your orgasm washes over you. Pope moves faster, mumbling incoherently as he lets himself get louder, thrusts growing slow and he’s again when he reaches his own climax. His orgasm magnifies yours, you nodding into the sheets as you bite down.

He slams his hips into yours, holding himself there for a couple of seconds before pulling back and continuing the same motion as he comes inside of you. He falls into your back as his orgasm begins to make his legs shake, kissing your upper back as he continues to come.

“So good… Missed you so much .. You’re so perfect,” He mumbles in between kisses as he rides out both of your highs. As they subsides, he rests against your for a little while longer before pulling out. He helps you flip back over, laying next to you as he pulls you into his side. You look up at him, adoration laced in your expression.

Moving your hair from your face, a ghost of a smile is on his lips as he peers down at you, "You good?"

"Yeah, you?"

"More than good," He kissed you, the two of you smiling into the kiss. Pulling back, he leans his head back on the bed as the two of you lay there in the comfortable silence.

"Okay," You mutter, kissing his chest before sitting up. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You pick the pillows up off the ground and get your computer. Time for us.."

You lean back over him to peck his lips, "..To have some quality time."

"Sounds great," He responds, watching you as you get off the bed. You reach down to grab his discarded shirt, Pope catching your attention. "Uh, don't put any pants on."

You smirk over at him, shaking your head amusedly as you throw his shirt over you. He gets off the bed, walking over to you and holding your waist as he pulls you into him, "I kind of like the thought of you walking around with just my shirt on."

"Is that so?" You mutter, Pope nodding and kissing you. 

Pope moves his lips to your forehead as he lands a small slap on your ass, “And don’t ever worry about that shit again.” 

Knowing what he was talking about, your face flushes again as you gaze up at him. His eyes are serious as he looks down at you, “I mean it.” 

Biting your lip at his tone, you lean up to kiss his lips, “Yes, sir.” 

He slaps your ass again at that, pushing you away while mumbling about you starting something, making you laugh. You pull back, heading to the door as he goes to pick up the discard pillow from across the room.

[drewsephrry]

my boys

[romanscoming]

OBX P-LINKS

INCLUDES: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Topper Thornton, Sarah Cameron, Kiara Carrera, Cleo . (IF MORE WANTED COMMENT OR REQUEST)

WARNING: these are links that contain porn, sexual activities .. youve been warned .

——————— + ———————

+ JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

Have you ever seen John B. so needy ?

Sucking John B. fat cock .

cute little giggle nd moans in the bedroom .

John B. fucks you on the floor .

- JJ MAYBANK

JJ fucks u roughly and loudly on his squeaky bed to piss off his dad .

JJ like to switch from you ass to your cunt .

JJ gives you backshots .

JJ first time fucking you raw had him moaning .

+ RAFE CAMERON

Rafe makes u bounce on his cock while he plays his ps5 .

Right after school Rafe breeds you .

Good sex with Rafe .

Rafe is always so rough .

- POPE HEYWARD

Pope room is full of slapping noises nd your moans .

Pope so needy when it comes to you sucking him off .

Blowjobs + Pope .

Rubbing against Pope .

+ TOPPER THORNTON

Topper fucks u at a steady pace .

Proving Topper wrong by riding him .

lazy day with topper .

Topper wants to cum inside .

- SARAH CAMERON

Sarah and you sharing John B. cock .

Scissoring with Sarah .

Sarah is so inpatient, she wants a taste of you rn .

Sarah call you over whenever shes home alone .

+ KIARA CARRERA

Kiara eating you out .

Kiara sliding on your clit .

kiara likes teasing you with her tongue .

Glazing Kiara’s clit with your juices .

- CLOE

Cloe fingers u before eating you out .

Cloe isnt shy when it coming to eating pussy .

Cloe licking your pretty pussy .

Cloe gets you high and fucks you good .

_________________________

this was a little rushed .. its a struggle finding lesbian links,, like actually ,.

[novascharms]

the masterlist 

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe - reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track. ୨୧ chapter one ୨୧ chapter two ୨୧ chapter three ୨୧ chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ chapter six ୨୧ chapter seven ୨୧ chapter eight  ୨୧ chapter nine ୨୧ chapter ten ୨୧ chapter eleven ୨୧ chapter twelve ୨୧ chapter thirteen ୨୧ chapter fourteen ୨୧ chapter fifteen ୨୧ chapter sixteen ୨୧ chapter seventeen ୨୧ chapter eighteen ୨୧ chapter nineteen ୨୧ chapter twenty ୨୧ the epilogue chapter one ୨୧  chapter two ୨୧  chapter three ୨୧  chapter four ୨୧ chapter five ୨୧ 

the 18+ folder ୨୧ school work is taking you out and rafe helps you destress. ୨୧ you get jealous and rafe shows you you don’t need to be. ୨୧ you and rafe need to study the next algebra chapter but he has different plans.

visuals

[thewritergx]

Outerbanks P!Links

A mixed collection of P!Links for the Outerbanks boys (will be doing the girls soon). These are literal porn links available on X (Twitter). You must have an active X to view them. Please remember that these videos may not look exactly like the characters. Click here if you’d like more from me.

Text divider from @cafekitsune.

Pope Hayward

Backshots

Slurping it

Squirting on him

Drowning in you

Creamy slut

John B Rouledge

Folded in half 

Hotel sex

Spanking

In public

Good girl

Making JJ watch

Raw

In his lap

JJ Maybank

Gentle head

Quickie before John gets home

Private school girl

Holding you still

Whining for him

His sweet girl

Cowgirl ride

Rafe Cameron

Can’t get away

Starving

Innocent

Cumming on your panties

He lets you get a little violent

Around his fingers

In her stomach

A little rough

You're in trouble

[cambankromyy]

the “we listen and we don’t judge” trend in the gc and it’s jj and reader being freaky 👅

kinda minor but mentions of kiaras kook year and reader is an implied kook

masterlist

[mrsbarnesblog]

OBX p!links

+18 only, graphic content

masterlist

Rafe Cameron

xxx - best friend! Rafe convinced you to only rub his cock against your pussy but he couldn’t help himself

xxx - best friend! Rafe shows you how you should be treated when you come crying to him after your boyfriend cheated on you

xxx - Rafe makes you watch the way his cock stretches your pussy

xxx - college!gamer!Rafe fucks you with his mic on because you distracted him during the game

xxx - Rafe suggests driving you to work in the morning but instead ends up fingering you in the front seat of his truck

xxx - Rafe’s happy to eat you out at any time of the day

xxx - Rafe films the way you take his cock and sends it to your shitty ex

xxx - Rafe fucks you in your childhood bedroom when you visit your parents on holidays

xxx - enemy! Rafe teases your pussy with his cock until you can't do nothing but beg him to fuck you

xxx - personal trainer! rafe gives you backshots in the staff room

xxx - Rafe fucks you on the couch in the living room of Tanneyhill, even though his family is about to get back home any minute

xxx - riding your roommate’s dick just because you both single and it just feels to good

xxx - Rafe flies you out to Bahamas on his private jet and you fuck like a rabbit’s just because you can

xxx - yours and Rafe's first picnic date

xxx - your sneaking into your best friend’s brother’s room so he could fuck you while she’s taking a shower

xxx - fucking with Rafe during the party in someone else’s room

JJ Maybank

xxx - you and JJ sneaked away from the rest of the group so you could ride his cock

xxx - fucking JJ in a John B's van

xxx - JJ cannot be serious even when he’s balls deep inside of you

xxx - JJ fucks your brains out because he thinks that you were flirting with Topper at the party

xxx - your friend JJ likes to play with your pussy when you two hang out

xxx - grinding on JJ’s thigh because you’re too horny and he likes to watch you being desperate for his cock

Pope Heyward

xxx - you and Pope are having fun in an expensive ass hotel with a beautiful view on the beach

xxx - Pope finally fucks kook! reader who’s been teasing him for a few months

xxx - you give Pope his first blow job

xxx - Pope fucks you from the back while you choke on John B’s cock

Barry

xxx - Barry fucks you in the back seat of your car because you owe him some money

xxx - Barry has a soft spot for kook! reader so he likes to pound your pretty pussy in his trailer

xxx - Barry likes to use rich! kook! reader’s body

[sarahsangelicdoll]

I wanna have a challengers vibe with Pope and JJ fyi

[rafescvntyclubgf]

I’ve been thinking about this and I feel like it’s not even that complex but JJ just doesn’t understand why he’s the way he is. Why is Pope alone in his room fully clothed, humping the air in doggy with a vr headset on watching hentai? Does he not know there’s REAL porn with REAL people? Why does it matter if there’s a storyline? Somebody needs to get stuck in their washing machine and 2 minutes later they’re banging. It’s basic shit.

Has anyone made a one shot where jj details something he caught Pope doing because I need it. Or maybe thee moment he caught him doing something freaky that has him saying this. Please thank youuuuuu 💕

[rafeyssugar]

hard launch ²

rafe cameron x black reader

y/n isn’t new to breaking the internet. she’s done it before—plenty of times. but this? this is different.

because this time, rafe is in the picture.

literally.

her phone buzzes non-stop, the comments stacking up like wildfire. the internet is losing its mind, dissecting every second of that clip—the way his hands move, the way he grips, the way he just knows her.

it’s all too easy to ignore. that is, until she sees his name in her notifications.

@rafe.cameron reposted your video.

her stomach drops.

“rafe.” she twists around in his lap, staring up at him. he barely looks away from the screen, fingers moving deftly over his controller.

“mm?”

“why did you repost it?”

he smirks, eyes flickering down at her before he focuses back on his game. “'cause i wanted to.”

she glares. “that’s not an answer.”

he hums, fingers flexing against her thighs, dragging his thumbs up and down in slow, lazy strokes. “you worried about people knowing you’re mine, baby?”

y/n’s lips part, breath catching slightly. he always does this—says things like that, casual and confident, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you are mine, y’know,” he continues, tilting his head at her, all teasing and cocky. “not like it’s a secret.”

she huffs, crossing her arms. “you’re annoying.”

his smirk deepens. “yeah? but you love me.”

she rolls her eyes, trying to shift off his lap, but he doesn’t let her, arms wrapping tight around her waist.

and then her phone buzzes again.

@rafe.cameron: girlfriend.

➝ THE HANDS. THE TOUCH. THE SOFTNESS. WE ARE NOT OKAY. ➝ y’all better not break up bc i’m INVESTED. ➝ she got rafe cameron in a soft grip. i fear she’s too powerful. ➝ @rafe.cameron: i been gone. she been had me.

➝ @sarah.cameron: welcome to the family, y/n 🤍 (rafe is insufferable; sorry in advance.) ➝ @pope.heyward: historical moment. might put this in my thesis. ➝ @rafe.cameron: y’all act like this wasn’t obvious. be serious. ➝ @johnb.routledge: obvious? bro, you just told the whole world 😭

➝ COMMENTS DISABLED.

her jaw drops.

“rafe—”

but he’s already grinning, looking so smug, so pleased with himself, and she hates that she can’t even be mad about it.

not when his hands are on her. not when his lips find her neck. not when he’s whispering, all soft and knowing—

"s’bout time, huh?"

a/n: im fucking in love with this

[princessmaybank]

Outer Banks P!Links PT2

Here's Part 1: P!Links

*Once again: I'm aware some of them look nothing like them, but that's okay, it's all for fun*

WARNINGS: MDNI, THIS IS 18+, PORN LINKS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

~A lot more than last time! Please enjoy! I didn't check to see which was already used, so I'm sorry if there are repeats from the last post!~

JJ:

Him Pounding Into You

Riding JJ While He Plays With Your Tits

Soft Fuck With JJ

Jacking Him Off

Teasing Him With Your Pussy

Riding Tatted JJ

69 Tatted JJ

4 Fingers

Oral And Riding By The Pool

Wants To Try Something From Your Book

Rubbing Your Pussy

Rafe:

Tatted Rafe POV

Cumming On Your Stomach

Hitting It From Behind

Riding Him

Gently Playing With You

Fucking You Outside

Fingering Then Fucking You

Slapping Your Pussy On The Way To Midsummers

Rubbing You Until You Can't Take It

Bent Over His Lap

Anal By The Pool

John B:

Sucking His Dick In The Twinkie

Playing With You

Couldn't Resist You

Having Some Fun With Kiara

Parking Garage Fun

Tatted JB, Playing With Each Other

Making A Mess In Your Panties

Using His Dick While He Plays His Game

Sitting On His Face By The Pool

Upside Down 69

Dicking You Down While JJ Drives

Pope:

Tatted Pope, Waking You Up

Bouncing On His Dick

He Asked For A Handjob

Jacking Him Off Then Riding Him

Under His Desk While He Studies

Fucks You In Your PJ's

Bouncing You Back

Tatted Pope Fucking You On The Counter

Anal From The Back

School Girl Fantasy

Riding Pope On The Couch

Bonus:

Kiara Eating You Out

Eating Out Tatted Cleo

Tribbing With Sarah

Tatted JJ & Rafe Sharing You

Playing With Sarah's Pussy

[insidekatmind]

Kiara who?-Pope Heyward

Wearning:+18,smut

You're sitting on Pope's couch, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as you watch him pacing nervously back and forth across the room.

"Y/N, you don’t understand! I had to do it, or she’d never notice me!" Pope exclaims defensively.

"Oh, sure, because stealing your dad’s boat is the best way to impress Kiara," you reply sarcastically, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Do you realize how stupid that was? If you’d been caught, what would you have done?!"

Pope stops in his tracks and looks at you, his face flushed with emotion but tinged with embarrassment. "You don’t understand how important this is to me… Kiara is special."

You sigh, shaking your head. "I know she is, Pope. But you’re Pope! You don’t need to do crazy things to prove who you are. If she doesn’t see how amazing you already are, then she doesn’t deserve you."

Pope's irritation boiled over, and he finally snapped. "You think it's easy for me? You have no idea what it's like to be the smart guy, the one everyone expects to have it all together. But no matter how hard I study or how many APs I ace, I’m not the guy girls like Kiara notice. I’m just Pope, the guy they call when they need tutoring or a study partner."

You get even more angry at his words as you can't believe that he only sees this. You get up from the couch and walk over to him. “You're an idiot if you only see this about yourself” you blurt out looking at him. "and it's not just Kiara on this damned island"

Pope is taken aback by your sudden outburst and your proximity, but he can’t ignore the passion in your voice. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "You think you’re not enough for anyone, but that’s the farthest thing from the truth. You’re smart, loyal, and kind. And, believe it or not, you’re also really cute. There’s a lot more to you than just being the smart guy."

Pope’s anger and defensiveness soften slightly as he absorbs your words. He looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of sarcasm or pity, but he finds none. "You really mean that?" he asks hesitantly, vulnerability creeping into his voice.

You take a step closer to him, closing the remaining distance between you. "I do. You don’t have to steal a boat or do anything crazy just to get someone’s attention. You’re already amazing as you are," you reply firmly, but with a hint of tenderness.

Pope’s heart races as your proximity. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and your words wash over him like a soothing balm to his wounded ego."I… I guess I just get tired of feeling like no one sees me for me, “ he admits, his voice quiet. "It’s like I have to do something crazy just to prove that I’m worth noticing."

You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm, your touch gentle but deliberate. "You don’t have to do anything except be yourself, Pope. You’re worthy of attention and love just as you are. Screw Kiara, you don't need her."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, and a flicker of surprise crosses his face, surprised by how strongly you seem to feel about this. But he can’t help the flutter in his chest at your touch.

"I’ve never heard it put that way," he admits reluctantly, his words barely above a whisper. "I guess I’ve just been so caught up in trying to impress Kiara… I didn’t realize how much it was consuming me.”

You step even closer, your body almost pressed against his. "You don’t have to impress anyone, Pope. And definitely not Kiara," you say firmly, your grip on his arm tightening slightly. "You just have to be the amazing person you already are."

Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels your body against his own. The heat from your skin seems to burn through his clothes, and his heart races in his chest. "How do you know that?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability and longing.

You move your hand from his arm to his cheek, gently cupping it. “I just do,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, your touch sending shivers down his spine. “You’re more than just the smart guy, Pope. You’re everything.”

His breath hitches again as your touch ignites a fire inside of him, a fire he didn’t even know existed. Your words hit him like a tidal wave, and he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You… you really think so?” he asks softly, his gaze fixated on yours, searching for any hint of dishonesty or pity.

Your fingers continue to trace his jawline, the delicate touch sending electric shocks down his spine. Your eyes are locked with his, and you can see the mix of surprise, hope, and vulnerability etched in his expression."I do," you assure him adamantly. "I see all of these things in you, Pope. Trust me."

The fire inside him burns hotter with each passing second, and he can’t remember ever feeling like this before. Your touch, your words, your presence… They’re all intoxicating, leaving him breathless and wanting more.“But… why?” he asks weakly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Why do you see all that in me?”

Your hand moves from his jaw to the nape of his neck, threading into his hair and pulling him closer. You’re so close now that your bodies are practically touching, the heat from his skin mixing with your own. "Because it’s the truth," you reply simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because I see you for who you really are."

He feels lightheaded from your proximity, your touch, your words. It’s all too much, but oh, how he wants more. He can’t help but take a step closer, closing the remaining distance between you. "And who am I, really?"Pope asks looking at your lips. He breathes, his gaze still fixed on yours, his body feeling like it’s on fire.

Your heart races in your chest at the proximity, your bodies now pressed flush together. Your hand in his hair pulls him closer, your fingers tangling in the locks. “You’re kind,” you murmur, your breath brushing against his lips. “Intelligent. Loyal. Strong. Funny…”Your words are cut off by the unexpected press of Pope’s lips against yours.

His body fully pressing you against the wall. The kiss sparks like a live wire, a mixture of passion and suppressed emotions igniting between you both. Your head spins, and you gasp in surprise before melting into the kiss, your hand still tangled in his hair and the other fisting his shirt.

Pope’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hands explore your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The kiss deepens, and he can’t get enough of you, his tongue pushing past your lips. His body pressing more against yours, his grip on you tight. He can’t help but release a low moan against your lips.

You gasp into the kiss and cling to him as he kisses you back with even more passion. Pope’s lips devour yours with a new fervor, his hand moving to cup your face, angling your head for better access to your mouth. His body is flush against yours, pressing you tight against the wall. He releases another low moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Pope's hands roam your body with a newfound confidence, Pope picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips and without breaking the kiss. He he quickly maneuvers you onto the couch. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips, and he pulls you even closer, his body heat radiating into you. His hands find their way under your shirt, tracing patterns on your bare skin.

You moan into the kiss from the position and cling to him, kissing him with your tongue. Pope responds eagerly, his tongue meeting yours in an intimate dance. He kisses you deeply, savoring the taste of your mouth. His hands continue to explore your bare skin under your shirt, running up your sides and caressing your back. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, a silent request.

You break away from the kiss to take off your shirt and shorts. Pope’s breath hitches in his throat as you undress, his eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of awe and desire. He eagerly helps you remove his shirt, throwing it to the floor before pulling you on top of him. The feeling of your bare skin against his sends sparks through him, and he grabs you, rolling you onto your back and pinning you against the cushions.

Pope’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small, gentle bites along your exposed skin. His hands continue to roam your body, caressing and exploring every dip and curve with a newfound hunger. He positions himself between your legs, his body almost completely covering yours, and nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

You moan into his touch and arch for him, “Pope” you moan looking up at him.

Pope’s heart skips a beat at the sound of you saying his name, his own name on your lips sending heat rushing straight to his core. He looks down at you, drinking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, his eyes dark with desire.

“Say it again,” he requests hoarsely, his voice low and gravelly. “Say my name again.”

You’re breathless, your body on fire from his touch, and the sound of his own plea only fuels the heat coursing through you. Your hands grip his biceps, holding on for dear life as you arch into him, your bodies flush against each other. “Pope,” you repeat breathlessly, your voice a low, ragged whisper of need. “Pope, please…”

The sound of his name on your lips, coming out of you in such a wanton, pleading tone, drives him wild with want. He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily. His hands roam your body with an unbridled urgency, tracing every contour, caressing every inch he can reach. He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to reply, his voice thick with need: “I want everything,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “I want you.”

Something snaps in you when you hear his words and feel his breath on your skin. A primal, animalistic need takes over, and you pull Pope down onto you, flipping your positions so you’re now on top of him. You press your body flush against his, and he lets out a gasp of surprise at the unexpected change in position. Your lips crash into his, the kiss hungry and desperate, as your hands roam his body, mapping out every plane and contour.

Pope quickly frees himself from his shorts and boxers and takes off your underwear and immediately enters you feeling the need to feel you. You both moan into the kiss. The moment of entry brings a low, guttural moan from the both of you, and Pope clutches at you as if he can't bear to be even an inch away from you. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as he wraps his arms around you, holding you in place against him. He meets your gaze, his eyes dark and blazing with lust, and he gasps out your name hoarsely. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.

You moan feeling his thrusts inside you. “You are so big Pope” you murmur holding onto him trying to get more. The combination of your words and the feel of your hands on him drive Pope to the edge. He responds to your murmur by thrusting deeper, his body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives you both wild with desire. “You like that?” he asks, his voice a low, guttural growl, as he buries his face into your neck and kisses the sensitive skin there.

You moan in response and scratch his back. “So good,” you say, your voice cracking with moans. Every moan, every gasp of pleasure from your lips only serves to fuel the fire inside of him even more. Pope buries his lips and teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck, leaving a mark of possession behind. His hands grip your hips, guiding your movements and helping you meet his rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he grits out against your skin, his words punctuated by a sharp thrust. “Say it.” You moan excited by his being dominant. You had never seen Pope like this and you loved it.

“I'm yours Pope, all yours” you moan as you continue to scratch his back from the pleasure he was giving you. Your confirmation that you are his and only his sends a thrill through Pope that he’s never experienced before. A mixture of dominance and possessiveness takes over him, and he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“Damn right you are,” he growls, the sound low and primal. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.” His words make you shiver in anticipation, and you arch into him as he pistons into you, wanting to feel every inch of him. Your own hands roam over his back, grabbing and clutching at the skin anywhere you can reach, your nails leaving deep scratches behind.

“Harder,” you gasp into his ear, your voice an octave higher than normal with need. “Please, Pope.” Pope doesn’t need to be told twice.

The command on your lips, the need in your voice, only serve to stoke the fire within him. He growls out your name, his hands gripping onto you even tighter as he obliges and quicken the pace. He kisses, bites, and licks every piece of skin he can reach, leaving a trail of fire and desire in his wake.

The change in pace sends waves of pleasure through you, and you arch your back with a guttural moan. The sensations are overwhelming, and your nails dig into his back, leaving behind angry, red lines. “I’m getting close,” you manage to gasp out, your words intermingled with moans and gasps. “Just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

Pope’s mind almost goes blank at your words. He doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to. The feel of your nails in his skin and the sounds of your gasping moans only serve to push him towards the edge. He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging in even harder as he thrusts even deeper into you, prolonging the pleasure for both of you. “I won’t,” he promises huskily, his voice low and rough with desire. “I won’t stop until we both get come”.

The waves of pleasure crash over you both, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your bodies. Pope pulls you tight against him, his arms wrapping around you like a security blanket as he tries to catch his breath. Your body thrums with satisfaction, and you bury your face into his neck, simply content to be held by him.“Holy hell,” he gasps out, his voice rough and breathless. “That… you…”

You giggle weakly and nod in agreement, not quite trusting your voice. You press a soft kiss to his neck, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. It feels like your body has been through a wringer, but it was the best kind of wringer possible. “That was…” you start, but even your brain is all fuzzy still. “Amazing,” you manage to utter.

Pope lets out a weak chuckle at the sound of your ragged voice, the exhaustion in it only serving to make his body warmer in a strange way. He rubs your back gently, caressing you with a tenderness that contrasts to the passion of moments before. “Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it,” he responds, his voice still rough, but softer than before. “That was… I don’t even know how to speak right now, honestly.”

"Did I manage to make you forget about Kiara?" You whisper as he kisses your neck. He looks up without moving away from your neck. "Kiara who?" He murmurs, nibbling on your neck

[rafesangelita]

♡ when pope doesn’t want to hit you during sex..

warnings: oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, angst, finger sucking, mentions of past sexual encounters, reassurance and comfort, brief description of reader being treated poorly, overstimulation, soft sex, praise, reader cries, pope is so gentle and sweet ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

a/n: highly recommend reading bitchy!pogue!reader’s lore if you haven’t already so you could get a better understanding of her <3 this was slightly inspired by the ending of ‘anora’

wc: 1.3k

“pope, pope, pope—” you sounded like a broken record, the man’s name falling off of your lips like a mantra. working his tongue in skillful cirlces around your clit, you shuddered as his grip around your thighs tightened, arching your back off of his sheets with a cry. you didn’t think he had it in him. pope had effortlessly made you scream and cry in overstimulation for the past twenty minutes, your brain fuzzy and vision hazy as he pushed you over the edge time and time again.

“how are you so good at that?” you couldn’t help but ask as pope licked the remnants of you off of his lips, your eyes running down his shirtless form. “well i took a lot of anatomy classes for science and stuff, you know? bodily functions are kinda my thing. jj also might’ve given me some pointers..” you laughed, your chest rising and falling as you basked in your post-orgasm bliss. pope looked up at you sheepishly, sorta in disbelief that he had you of all people here in his room.

deciding to put his shirt back on, pope froze once you pulled at his arm. “what are you doing?” your brows knitted together in confusion when you saw him looking around like you two were finished. “i uhm— i didn’t want to assume that you wanted to have like full on sex, so i was just gonna let you get dressed whenever you felt ready.” you laid there dumbfounded. no guy has ever been this considerate. “are you kidding? i’m not leaving you high and dry..”

pope swallowed thickly when your hand trailed down his frontside, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you palmed him through his shorts. “did jj give also give you pointers on how to fuck?” pope shook his head, allowing you to pull him down between your legs. he was rock hard in his boxers and he was still making it all about you. “you got this hard just by tasting me?” your voice was sugary sweet and pope swore he could blow his load right then and there when he felt your fingers working him out of the restraints of his underwear.

“yes,” he nodded, deciding to help you out when one of the charms from your nails got caught in his zipper, “you tasted so good, and you’re also just really, really pretty.” he stammered, the nervous look on his face making you giggle. ‘pretty’ the word was so wholesome, you hadn’t been called that in ages. you were so used to the terms ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, even ‘sinful’, but pretty? you couldn’t decide if you liked the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard it.

you shook off the weird feeling that came over you, instead distracting yourself by taking pope’s hand and wrapping your lips around his thumb. “oh, wow! that’s—” pope had never seen such an erotic sight before in his life. not even in the weird porn jj would flash him out of no where. pope could sense a slight energy shift, but ultimately decided that he was just mentally psyching himself out cause he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

once he was prodding at your entrance, you and pope shared a knowing look before he pushed into you, a muffled moan tumbling from your mouth as he groaned, screwing his eyes shut at the sheer feeling of you being wrapped around him. you felt better than what he could’ve ever imagined. warm, wet, and gripping him like a fucking vice. he cursed to himself, hoping, pleading, that he wouldn’t finish quick and make a fool out of himself.

you were already a mess when his head was between your thighs, but feeling him inside you was a totally different thing. he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he could hit that spot that made you see stars behind closed eyes. he was slow and calculated, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. the realization had you feeling exposed and slightly embarrassed.

why wasn’t he being rough?

why wasn’t he being selfish?

why wasn’t he using you purely for his own pleasure?

pope leaned down and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. “you feel amazing,” he praised, “just perfect.” you blinked, your breath quickening as his lips found their way to yours. your brain wanted you to push him away and tell him that kissing on the lips was too intimate, but your heart had you giving in and kissing him back.

it wasn’t until you and pope were lost in each other’s orbit and his nose was nudging yours ever so gently that you panicked and turned your head away from him. you were losing control, and you needed to get behind the steering wheel fast. ripping your hand from his, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped you two over so you were on top. pope looked surprised, the sudden change in position throwing him for a loop. you reached back, lining him up with your entrance before sinking back down onto his length.

pope let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands flying out to rest in the curve where your thighs and your hips met. you started up a steady pace, the man underneath you shamelessly grunting and moaning as you rode him with ease. you refused to look at him or meet his eyes, partly because you were terrified of seeing what you couldn’t handle right now; and that was the gaze of a man who wasn’t viewing you as some kind of sex object, but as an actual living being with emotions and thoughts and aspirations of your own.

pope knew what you did for work but it didn’t bother him. he was concerned about your safety more than anything. your fears came true when pope ran his fingers across your flesh, the look on his face saying it all. he wasn’t just admiring your body, he was cherishing it. every curve, every detail, he was engraving every single thing into his brain in hopes that he wouldn’t have to rely on his memory of you to be the only time he’ll ever see you like this.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed to prove that pope was exactly like everyone else. “hit me,” you moaned, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek, “please, i want you to do it.” pope felt his heart drop to his stomach, his face twisting in confusion. “hit you? why would i do that?” he stopped you, sitting up against the headboard while you avoided his heated stare. “why wouldn’t you?” you scoffed, “it’s like every guy’s wet dream.”

“it’s not mine.”

that’s exactly what you were afraid to hear. of course pope wasn’t some sick individual who got off on hitting girls and inflicting pain on them— words included. “please, just do it. choke me, pull my hair, anything— i want it.” with his palm still on your cheek, he cradled your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “no, you don’t.” he whispered, stroking your skin with the utmost care.

him being gentle hurt you more than any man who threw you around with no regard ever did. you didn’t know no other way, you didn’t know what it was like to be put first. nor did you know how to outwardly express your appreciation or vulnerability without having to give something away. you stared at him, your resolve crumbling as you cried into his chest, his arms enveloping you immediately. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while pope was still nestled inside of you.

he didn’t say a word as he held you tightly, your tears dripping down onto his skin as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. pope already knew what was wrong, his ability to read you and see right through you was uncanny. “no one can hurt you anymore,” he stated, “not in here. not when you’re with me.”