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greengoblinswifey · 1 month ago

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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.

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meiiie · 1 month ago

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back for season 4, baby 🗺️

how are ya guys doing? i'm literally about to watch season 4 right now!! so excited, how is it so far? 🌊

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cute-sucker · 7 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what did you get?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he had underestimated you.

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evermorx89 · 16 days ago

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thoughts about obx4

⚠️ obx4 spoiler alert!!!!!⚠️

hi guys! this is just my personal opinion, don’t hate me pls 😭, english is not my first language btw so if anything is wrong, i’m sorry

first of all, what the fuck they’re thinking??? killing jj? this is so unserious, i mean, he was probably everyone favorites character, he passed his WHOLE LIFE suffering and that was his end? i can’t believed that, it’s a terrible ended for the character that i’m preferred think that this is a joke for the next season.

and then, that ridiculous plot of jj not being luke’s son, he passed the last 20 years getting abused by a guy who even wasn’t he’s real father, this is so inhuman, so fucked up, and after we find out that he’s a genrett, he gets an worse father, who’s worse than luke, a father who abandoned him, and knew it that he was alive and didn’t even care about it, come on pate’s brothers you all are better than this, or maybe not.

now, sarah is pregnant and i really think is cute, BUT have you all seen the life that they all live??? how they will be able to raise a child in the middle of all this? i don’t understand why making her getting pregnant now? they really can’t wait the final season to do that?

thank god that sarah and rafe are finally making peace, that’s what i’m talking about guys! one of the only good thing that i can found in obx4 was them getting their brother and sister relationship again, i’m so happy about this, when they hug we realize that after all happened what rafe really need was his sister love, he almost crying and she forgive him OMG that kill me, i almost cry with him too, because all he need right now is a family love, after all ward did to him, he just needs their sisters, sarah and wheezie, love, and i will never get tired of saying this! he doesn’t need a relationship now, HE NEEDS FAMILY LOVE BECAUSE WARD WAS A TERRIBLE FATHER FIGURE FOR HIM, SARAH AND WHEEZIE!

and my last thought about season four is about rafe and sofia relationship… i’m really sorry guys, i think that they’re very cute, fiona and drew have an amazing chemistry between them and fiona is an AMAZING actress, but i just felt that this relationship wasn’t a real needed right now? come on, on season 2 rafe as an coke addicted, an abuse brother, and did so bad stuff with the pogues and his own sister, that the real thing that he needed was a therapist, help and a redemption arc with his sisters, sarah and wheezie, because i can’t see a better option of making rafe more human that do this and i just feel that his relationship with sofia is so undeveloped, she’s just appear from nowhere in obx3 and was put in the middle of this, just to make rafe more human? and don’t get me wrong, i love them, i don’t them to break up or something, i just don’t like what they’re doing with them, if they have a development relationship maybe i liked them more? but i just can’t had along with them, when we have a jiara development, and jarah development and a cleopope development, because i know that the pate’s brother can do it better with rafe and sofia, they just don’t know what to do with rafe’s character anymore and then they start making mess like this.

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harrysloveboat · 1 year ago

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John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic

Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.

Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.

Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.

Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x

It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.

JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.

Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.

But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.

(Y/N) had done something on Monday.

JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.

The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.

(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.

Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.

JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.

“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.

Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.

That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.

Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.

She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.

(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.

The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.

By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.

There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.

(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.

But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.

Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.

Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.

The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.

(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.

He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.

(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.

JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.

Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.

The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.

The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.

(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.

The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.

A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.

He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.

By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.

John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.

(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.

JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.

The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.

JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.

She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.

The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.

JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.

“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.

JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.

“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.

This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.

JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.

He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.

(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.

“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.

His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.

(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.

He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.

(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.

She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.

JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.

“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.

JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.

“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”

(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”

JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.

“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.

(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.

He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.

JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.

The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.

The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.

JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.

It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.

(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.

Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).

“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.

It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.

She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.

When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.

The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.

His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.

Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.

“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”

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heywardsdoll · 1 month ago

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soft mornings with pope were something you cherished.

he'd lay in your lap, and you'd tell yourself it was only to touch that curve of his face or look at his closed eyes. you'd listen carefully to everything he had to say, gently grazing over his cheek, and kissing his shoulder. it was one of the times when he'd seem to quiet down, a smile on his face.

he always seemed to slow down, keen eyes as soft as they could be. sometimes he'd have a tender remark but quickly when he realised your breathing had slowed down and that you didn't have that spitfire in you that he liked to have fun with, he would become more gentle. there was kindness in his hands as he gripped you close. but the best times were when you were waking up with his body twisted around yours, soft breath on your neck, and a sleepy smile on his face that you would never forget.

"hey..." he'd murmured, twisting a bit closer. you blinked at him, yawning slightly. you felt his body heat, barely awake before you muttered a soft hello. it was then that he pulled away from you, and you scowled at him, annoyed at his attempts. he looked at you again, that firm way you always liked but this time you whined, relentlessly holding onto him.

"c'mon let me go. i'm gonna make some breakfast for you."

you groaned again, shaking your head as you bundled him closer. you liked the way his heartbeat was so close, and the way you felt entwined with him. there was something about having his arms around you—feeling so close to him. you wanted it to be like that forever.

"no."

"baby..." he whispered, gently tracing something on your face. you leaned into his warm touch.

"can't use that card," you croaked out, finally opening your eyes. all you could see now was a pleading look on his face, and you finally let out a disgruntled sigh. your hands ached to tighten your hold, but his teasing tone made your heart skip a beat.

"baby."

"fine."

it was only then that you let him out of your bed, crinkling your nose at him. before you closed your eyes you heard a laugh escape his mouth before you let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling closer to your pillow. you could hear him hum a song under his breath, sounding suspiciously like a song you'd put on in the car the other day.

jeez, he was such a nerd.

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coco-cinnamon · 1 month ago

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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!

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princessbrunette · 6 months ago

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as ironic as it sounds, being shy was not for the weak.

sure, there was the obvious things like finding it difficult to make friends, feeling like you might pass out any time you have to order your own food, feeling deathly embarrassed for just doing simple things like wearing a new item of clothing or using an umbrella. all of those things accumulated from an amalgamation of anxiety ridden experiences that kept you awake at night — but the worst thing you found about being incredibly shy, was being unable to stick up for yourself.

it’s not like you didn’t have things to say, lord knows if you weren’t shy you would have torn these girls to shreds. however, any time you wanted to say anything, it was like you were frozen. like an evil villain from a storybook had stolen your voice box and left you defenceless against a huddle of evil stepsisters. you were convinced the girls in your ballet class were born evil. never taught right from wrong whilst you were forced into the corner of each session hot in the face and trying your hardest to concentrate whilst they loudly comment on you like you weren’t there.

“you know pope heyward pays for her dance tuition because she’s a pogue.”

“seriously? i’d be too embarrassed to even show my face if someone else had to pay my tuition for me. it’s not even that expensive.”

“right? imagine being poor, can’t relate. my friend said she saw her stealing from sephora last week, it’s like people don’t have shame anymore.”

“no offence but she shouldn’t even be in here with us.”

the catty laughter that followed only added insult to injury, and it continued on this way for the rest of the two hour session you were stuck with them for. by the end, you were ready to just leave that place and never return. perhaps you could simply find a way to pay pope off and go back to whatever it was you were doing before you joined the dance school.

a flood of relief washes over you when you finally return to popes student apartment, using the key he’d offered you to let yourself in— body slumped from exhaustion and sore from carrying your bags. you could see on the forecast there was a fifty percent chance of going non verbal tonight, just to recover from the day you’d had.

for a second the negative thoughts slip away when the door opens and one third of your trio is stood there bouncing a football off the wall. jj maybank, one of your two lovers turns his head and beams at you — and you don’t realise you’re crumpling into a sob until you recognise the crease in his brow and the way his smile slides off his face as quickly as it arrived.

“hey? woah, uh— let’s close this door yeah sugar? lemme get these bags. why’re you crying? c’mon tell papa j.” he’s doing everything at once — closing the door behind you whilst catching your trembling body and removing your bags from your grip.

“can’t do it. can’t do it anymore.” you wail into his chest as he pats your back in disorientation. jj was never the best at this kind of thing, but he was learning. at the commotion, pope comes strutting into the hallway in his rich-boy cardigan and slacks and you can’t even look at him. he’s everything you’re not.

“jj, please don’t tell me you made her cry two steps into this damn apartment.” pope deadpans and jj’s eyes widen at the accusation.

“wh— dude it wasn’t me! she just… walked in and started crying.” his voice softens and he cradles the back of your head, watching the way popes demeanour falters and he furrows his eyebrows, stepping closer.

“hey… did something happen? we need to know.” pope tries to get through to you, but you wrap your arms around jjs neck, hiding yourself from the world. the academic boy sighs, before nodding his head to jj to gesture to bring you into the living room. “i’m… gonna make you some tea. okay?” you feel the gentle touch of his hand on your back before he departs, leaving jj to lovingly wrangle you to the couch.

before long, you’re nestled between the two with your knees to your chin, allowing yourself to be coddled by your boyfriends.

“and — and then they said i’m poor and they saw me stealing… said i shouldn’t even be in the same room as them.” you tremble, staring ahead as pope mops up your tears.

“those little prissy bit—”

“jj.” pope warns before turning to you. “look, please don’t listen to them pretty girl. you belong there just as much as anyone else. more— even.” he shakes his head with wide eyes.

“no they’re right. i feel like a fraud even existing in the same space as them.”

“you got the whole shoplifting thing under control anyway so what’s their deal?” jj stands up, restless as he rips his hat off, running a hand through his hair before beginning to spin his cap around his fingers.

“i should have been more careful.” you squeak and jj sighs, coming back to you to stroke a hand lovingly over your head.

“forget these stuck up kook assholes, okay? no offence pope.”

“none taken.”

he cups your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “you’re our little ballerina — and like, the best one i’ve ever seen. trust me, they’re mad ‘cus they’re jealous. i know that for a fact.”

“exactly. total case of jealousy.” pope chimes in, a hand resting on your lower back.

“so you’re not quittin’. you’re gonna go back to that studio tomorrow, with your head held high, and if you don’t tell them all to fuck off — i’ll come n’do it for you.” jj announces, loud and proud. you let a sniffly giggle slip, which relieves the two of them.

“jayj y’can’t do that.”

“okay — so i can’t come n’ tell them to fuck off but…” he leans in closer, suddenly dead serious. “i find out any of these chicks have brothers or boyfriends? they’re gonna have to answer to my glock. that should shake ‘em up.”

“yeah that’s smart. get kicked off campus.” pope sarks, the two of you knowing he would never actually do something like that — purely speaking out of emotion.

“for our girl? anything, dude.”

“okay well. more productively,” pope pats his thighs decisively before leaning forward to the coffee table and grabbing your mug of tea, placing it in your hands. “you’re gonna drink this, and then me and this thug are gonna make you feel all better. okay?” whilst you take a sip, pope presses a kiss to your forehead.

“feel better how?” you pout once you’d swallowed, holding your tea a little firmer as you feel jj drop carelessly into the seat beside you.

“i’m gonna massage out any aches and pains you may be experiencing from your dance class, and trust me i am well versed in the human body so i can really get in there.” pope explains, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you closer.

“mhm…” you encourage him to continue, already melting into the relaxation.

“and then, me and jj are gonna make you cum. a lot. many many times.” he states matter-of-factly, shooting a tingle through your body like he did each and every time he made a filthy promise like that. although you’re not looking at jj, you feel his hand raise in the air as he leans back on the couch.

“now that i can get behind.”

maybe you’d be okay after all.

#mouse!reader #kook!pope #jj x reader x pope

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nativegirltapes · 3 months ago

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when pope invited you to come hangout with the pogues, you weren't sure if you should take him up on the offer. but wanting to get rid of any beef and maybe even make new friends you said yes.

warnings / notes; this is like super cliche and kinda cringe but idgaf i love pope and his corny ass 🧁

the minute you walked through the chateau patio doors you felt everyone's eyes on you, but you couldn't even be upset about it, they had literally every right to hate you.

"hi." you looked around with slight grin on your face, making an attempt to break the silence. everyone was scattered around the patio area.

sarah was the first to say something back, you figured it was because she knew you best out of everyone there. you always seen her around tanneyhill before rafe would drag you upstairs and keep you all to himself in his room. she always liked you, but she knew you deserved better than her shitty brother.

"hey," jj raised a hand like you were taking attendance or something, the blunt in his mouth might've explained that though.

"no," kiara had her arms crossed. "i dont get why you're bringing her here pope." she made sure to side eye you and roll her eyes. "she's literally fucking rafe cameron." the way she said it made it sound like it was some big secret, like everyone there had no idea who you were.

any other time you would've stood up for yourself, but she was right and you couldn't even argue with her. rafe was a terrible person and you'd be lying if you said you did anything to stop all the bad he's done. but to say you didn't care or feel bad, now that part would be a lie.

"sorry about that." john b raised his eyebrows while giving you that weird white person smile. you always liked john b, even though you were involved with rafe he never made it a mission to go out of his way to be rude or mean towards you. you thought it was quite sweet actually.

"i can show you around." pope lead you into the chateau, you followed behind him, desperate to get away from whatever the fuck just happened.

"i'm sorry." was the first thing he said when there was no one else around. "i should've just invited you to my house or some-"

"it's okay pope." you giggled. "i deserve it." you propped yourself the counter behind you, looking down at your thighs as they grew bigger against the tabletop.

"you don't though." pope inched closer to you, but again not too close, he didn't want to ruin whatever weird fantasy he had in his head. a fantasy where maybe you'd like someone like him. "you're not like him."

"you don't know that pope." a familiar glossiness filled your eyes, pope hated seeing girls cry, and especially a perfect girl like you. "you know nothing about me."

pope closed any distance there was between the both of you, his knees touching yours. "you're right, i dont." pope wiped the tear that fell from your eye, like it was second nature, like he didn’t even have to think about it. “but that doesnt mean i cant learn."

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maybanksprincess · 2 months ago

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thank me later - J.M

pairings: pervy bsf! jj x innocent reader

warnings: mdni, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, soft dom! jj, sub! reader, orgasm denial.

JJ was sitting laying in your bed, while you sit at your vanity adjusting your pretty pink bows in your hair, as your face scrunches up in a focused expression.

as you get your bows to the way you like, you grab your strawberry scented lip gloss, applying a layer to your lips and rubbing them together.

you turn you head to jj, speaking softly "jayjay, does my hair look good?" you ask innocently, not having a clue about the thoughts hes having right now. about how he wanted to throw u on the bed and give u orgasm after orgasm "yeah baby, looks real good." he mutters out.

you giggle and stand up, walking over and cuddling real close to his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, adjusting his cargo shorts a little

this doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you speak softly "jayy..what are u doing with ur shorts?" you look up at him with innocent eyes

"nuthin' sweetcheeks, dont worry your pretty little head about it." he presses a kiss to your forehead, looking at the way ur top showed ur cleavage, biting back a groan, he shifts the way he's laying slightly.

you decide to let it go, and not say anything. you continue to cuddle up to him while he traces little patterns on your back.

jj had stolen your panties and bras multiple times while he was over, the following night he would jerk off countless times into them, getting them all sticky and creamy with his seed.

he would never wash them, or return them. they were his

eventually, you start to feel a pooling between your legs. you dont know what it is, you've never had sex or masturbated.

you didnt know what caused it. maybe it was the way jj manspreaded, or the way hes so effortlessly attractive. but you couldnt help but think what it would be like for jj to help the pooling between your legs.

your lost in your thoughts, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, making jjs gaze fall to your thighs. his lips slowly curved into a smirk, knowing what his innocent girl was thinking about.

"whatcha thinkin' about sweetheart?" his country accent lingering in his words

his voice drawls you out of your thoughts. you noticed the way your thighs were clenched, and you unclench them, letting out a nervous laugh. "sorry, was just thinking" you say softly

"yeah? about what sweetie?" his smirk deepens

you pause for a moment, and look at him with those innocent eyes. "what does it mean if u feel wet stuff between ur legs jayjay?"

he knew he had you right where he wanted you. "means you need someone to take care of you sweetheart, you want me to take care of you?"

you bite your bottom lip slightly, "yes.."

he sits up, and gently pushes you onto your back on the bed. he hooks his finger into the waistband of your cute little skirt.

"can i take this off baby?" he asks gently

you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and he knew that. you mumble out a quick "mhm." and watch him start to remove your skirt and panties

he groans at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him "let me know if this feels good baby, aight?"

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth slowly in anticipation.

he dips his head down, and licks a stripe up your folds, you let out a soft moan, and your hands instinctively fall to his hair to grip it

he takes your moan as encouragement to keep going, and he starts swirling his tongue in figure 8's on your clit, pushing a finger in to test the waters.

when you let out another moan and buck your hips up, he pushes another finger in, and begins fingering you while sucking your clit.

you feel your orgasm approaching as the pretty blonde below you keeps sucking ur clit, pushing his perfect fingers in and out of your dripping hole.

he feels your pussy clench around his fingers, and he pulls his head away from ur pussy, chin and stubble drenched in your arousal.

"nuh uh sweet girl, dont cum yet, imma make this pretty pussy squirt" following his words, he sucks your clit harder, adding yet another finger inside your hole.

after holding off your orgasm for so long, you whimper, feeling yourself have to pee. you try and push jjs head away, but he doesnt budge.

"nuh uh, give it t'me pretty girl." he doubles his efforts, his tongue moving at a relentless speed.

the band in your stomach snaps, and you feel a warm liquid shoot out of your hole, leaving his face soaked in ur liquids.

for a moment, you feel like ur seeing stars. your head is thrown back, your hands gripping his hair tighter than ever.

you catch your breath and then you look down at him.

"t-thank you jayjay.."

"thank me later, cupcake."

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greengoblinswifey · 7 days ago

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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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vampiretendencies · 2 years ago

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i would die for your heaven

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

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

warning; this is fluff

pairing; jj x fem!reader

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

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

Literally taken aback.

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

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

It was desirable to give his ethereal devotion to you.

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

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

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

“Man, I suddenly have to brush my teeth”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t getting one.”

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

“You know you want to, baby.”

“Don’t just stand there, get in!”

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

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

“So, so pretty.”

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

“Help me wash my hair?”

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

To breathe in your oxygen.

“Smells like yummy.”

“Vanilla bean, J.”

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

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venuslcver · 5 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sadesluvr · 6 months ago

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Attitude Adjustment

Wrapped up in the grit of the finals of your tennis tournament, Pope doesn’t appreciate you missing dinner with his parents…

SUPER RICH KIDS MASTERLIST

Pope Heyward, someone who prided himself on being mature and oh-so above it all, was incredibly petty when he was annoyed. He'd been giving you the silent treatment since you’d left the restaurant, his hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel of his car as he drove you home in silence.

Today had been a day to have dinner with his parents, Bobby and Cara Heyward, but practise for the upcoming finals of your tennis tournament had gotten in the way. You knew you were fucked the moment you’d shown up to the restaurant fifteen minutes late, with the Heyward family sat down around a table overlooking the ocean, their wine glasses already half full and complimentary bread half eaten.

You’d tried your hardest to smooth out your white dress you’d thrown on in the changing rooms of the leisure centre, but you still looked frazzled - with frayed edges and glowing skin from perspiration. Pope usually liked you like this, but certainly not on this occasion.

Bobby and Cara’s adorning had offered little comfort to you - they already loved you - and you could only focus on Pope’s clenched jaw, side eyeing you as he tapped on the side of his glass.

“I’m so sorry Mr and Mrs Heyward!” you pouted before taking a sip of water. “I got caught up with practise, and I just lost track of time --”

“No worries, Peaches,” Heyward said. You’d become fond of the nickname. “Cara and I know how much this means to you. And you know to call me Bobby.” he smiled, which you returned.

“We can’t wait to see you with that trophy!” Mrs Heyward gushed. “Whether you win or not, you know we’re going to celebrate – all the family’s around for his uncle’s birthday.” She finished, nodding over to her son, who wore a dull expression on his face. He barely spoke to you the whole night.

“Why are you being like this?” you huffed, staring over at him. His lips twitched, but he didn’t respond. “I said I was sorry. It’s not like I didn’t show up...God fucking forbid if I hadn’t.”

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.” Pope replied, voice monotone and eyes locked on the road.

“Oh, like you really care about all that shit?” you scoffed. “Your ‘Ma would have a heart attack if she heard the way you spoke about the other students, let alone when we’re together.”

“Can you – not – talk for a second? I’ve got a headache.” He said matter-of-factly, his childishness beginning to sink deeper under your skin.

Pursing your lips, you nonchalantly glanced out of the window before reaching for the radio, quickly connecting your phone to the Bluetooth and shuffling through your playlist, playing the music so that the bass vibrated through the leather interior of his Range Rover and under your skin.

It was loud; obnoxiously so, made all the more dramatic by the fact that you had the windows rolled down, giving a show to all those who passed. Pope winced; teeth gritted behind the closed mouth of his frown, tolerating your behaviour for those last couple of blocks leading up to your house, only to swerve into the driveway, causing you to jerk about in your seat.

“What the fuck was that about?!” you gasped, grabbing at the straps of your seatbelt, so in shock that you hadn’t noticed Pope lock the doors. “Right in my parents’ driveway?”

“Why don’t you go in there and tell them how much of a bad boyfriend I am, then?” he snarled, shrugging his shoulders. “While you’re there, tell them about how you can’t keep track of time.”

“Are you seriously still on this? You can’t let anything go, can you?” you said, folding your arms. A small smirk appeared on your face as the following words left your mouth. “Sometimes being with you is like living in a dictatorship. The frat boys would never treat me like this --”

You were cut off by Pope, his fingers pinching your cheeks together as he angled your head to face him; his grip gentle, but commanding.

“If you wanna leave me for an idiotic manchild like Rafe Cameron then go ahead,” he hummed, a smirk wiped across his face. “At least let me teach you how to act first. I don’t want him thinking that I can’t control my girl...”

Your cunt throbbed as Pope’s spare hand snuck down to his pants, where a visible bulge had formed by his pelvis, making it a struggle for him to undo his zipper. Maintaining his grip on your face, he snuck his index finger into your mouth, watching as your glossy lips suckled at the digit, your eyes wide as you followed his gaze down to his cock. Pope’s dick was perfect; longer than it was girthy, with a pinkish-brown tip. Fully erect, it rested against his stomach as he gave it a few languid strokes, brown eyes gazing into your own, his hand still holding onto your face.

“Be a good girl and make it up to me.” He said in that low, rambling tone you’d become accustomed to, giving your cheeks a sarcastic squeeze as he lowed your head onto his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you took him in your mouth. You needn’t cast a worried look up the driveway – the porch lights of your home were on, but it was almost too far away to see anything too explicit. At best, your parents would think you were talking.

Pope wasted no time in making you gag – pushing your head down on his dick so that you took all of him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning, you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, wrapping your manicured fingers around his base and jerking him off.

“That’s right...” he grinned. “Use that fucking tongue, princess. I bet you mouth me off just so I can clean it out, huh?”

All you could do was let out a muffled moan, peering up at him through your lashes as his hands roamed your body, lingering on the hem of your dress before deciding to slide his fingers up your thighs to paw at the round skin of your ass. Meanwhile, you were busy in pleasuring him; his cock now glistening in the summer evening as his plump lips were parted as he let out a groan, hands firmly planted on the nape of your neck.

Resisting him, you moved up to bob on his tip, staring into his half-lidded brown eyes. He always fell for this move; you tugging at his cock whilst flicking your tongue on his tip, making sure to tease the tiny hole. He twitched, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled away, frowning at you.

“Aw, Popeyyy,” you drawled, the nickname getting under his skin. “What did I do?”

“Bend over the wheel.” Pope said in a monotone voice, drawing his seat back. Wiping your mouth, you instinctively crawled into his lap, your chest grazing the material of the wheel as you felt him lift your dress. You gasped as he pushed your panties aside, sticking a few fingers into you as he admired your wetness.

He tutted.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he began, fingers curling into your sensitive spot. “All those scholarships and honour rolls you’ve made can’t take away from the fact that you’re just a desperate slut, hm? Daddy’s gonna give you what you need...”

He pushes himself into you without warning, and you grip onto the dashboard. A sharp slap on your ass tells you that he wants you to do the work too; and you immediately start to rock your hips, his large hands gripping your respective ass cheek as he spread your pussy apart; admiring the way your juices mixed as he disappeared in you. His uncovered cock feels different; filling, but tangible and raw, and it's as if you can feel his every inch, throb and vibration – you could get used to this.

It doesn’t take you long to find a rhythm – you’re fucking each other fast, but somehow, he still manages to go deep, hitting your g-spot with his tip on every thrust, skin clapping together pornographically. You’re moaning his name like a bitch in heat, your throat dry from your incessant whining, but he doesn’t stop, instead gripping your hips so that he can buck up into you like a rabbit.

“P-Pope...”

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “None of that sentimental shit now. You know to call me daddy...”

“Fuck -- Daddy...Please, I’m ---” you splutter, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence. He’s drilling you as if there were no tomorrow, right in the middle of your parents’ driveway...and you couldn’t have loved it more.

“Look at me when you say it.” He commands, his voice cold but laced with lust.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite your lip before turning to look at him, eyebrows raised and a euphoric expression on your face, mewling out how sorry you are as he holds you down on his hips, his movements sloppy as he begins to near his orgasm. There’s a smirk on his face as his hands snake up to your neck, tugging on the silver chain necklace you’d worn – a dainty, expensive little piece he’d bought for your anniversary.

Balling it up in his hands, he pulls you into him, his chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up, ok? Maybe if I knock you up, you’ll quit with all that attitude...”

Your stomach did knots at the thought, and you soon became undone – with Pope quickly following – your fluids mixing as they dripped down his cock, pooling at the base and forming a creamy ring. You were certain that your dress was stained, but it was the least of your worries considering he’d just given you a creampie, and you’d have to take the inevitable walk of shame up the driveway, past your parents and to your bedroom – that was of course if you could even walk.

Coming down from your high, you took a moment to fix yourself, your head turning as you watched Pope open his wallet, sliding you $100.

“For Plan B,” he said, his voice as smug as ever. “And some new panties. I’ll take care of the dress next time I see you.”

And there was the responsible Pope that you knew and loved. Smart, smug, sensual...It was all too obvious that you would marry him some day.

#florence writes!!#kook! pope #kook!pope heyward #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward smut #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #obx x reader

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