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cute-sucker · 6 days

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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.

⊹˚. ♡

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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rafetopia · 5 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

- 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

pairing: virgin!pope heyward x virgin!fem!reader

genre: soft smut and lots of fluff

words: ~3.8k

warnings: outdoor sex (on a roof), protected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, mentions of food and alcohol

summary: a date night on the roof and a love confession lead to your first night with your boyfriend

It was a beautiful Saturday night, the sky was clear making all the beautiful stars visible to those who wished to look at them. There was a fresh breeze dancing through the late summer air. It was a quiet night, scattered seagulls were singing in the distance, mixed with the sound waves crashing softly onto the shore.

You were sitting on the roof of “Heyward’s Seafood”, together with Pope, your boyfriend. The two of you had only started dating recently, which added to the slight nervousness you were feeling in your stomach. This obviously wasn’t your first date and yet, something felt different tonight. He was going all out since his parents weren't home tonight. It was their 21st anniversary and like every single year before, Heyward took his wife out for dinner and dancing. Pope had been in charge of closing the store and as soon as he was done, he had invited you to date night on the shop's roof. He knew how much you loved watching the stars at night, it had been your favorite thing to do since you were a little girl.

He had spread out blankets and even made you pasta, your favorite food. Well, all he had to do was cook pasta, roast pine nuts, drown them in pesto, and put some parmesan cheese on top and it still took the best of him. But even after almost dropping the pesto and burning the pine nuts, he still managed to make everything look and taste just as you loved it the most (minus the over-salted penne but you let that one slide because it’s Pope). He even got you that cheap wine you were always dragging around with you when you were hanging out with him and his friends because you knew all they were drinking was beer. JJ used to laugh at you for that, but after multiple smacks to his head by not only Pope but also Sarah, he quickly learned to shut up about your drinking preferences. Pope also knew what a sweet tooth you had, which was why he knew he couldn't miss dessert. He had stored some ice cream in the freezer box, which he had hurled up the tiny ladder. He almost have fallen back down if it wasn't for JJ, who had helped him prepare everything last minute.

“How does it taste? And be honest please, I can handle it.” He asked, his left eyebrow rising as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You took a second to finish chewing and swallowing but you didn’t need long to think of an answer. “It’s perfect, baby. I love how you made the pine nuts extra roasty.” You smiled genuinely, but Pope seemed to capture your response more critically than you intended.

“I burned them, didn’t I?” He said, all excitement leaving his voice. “I’m so sorry, I knew I should have made new ones…”

“No, no!” You exclaimed as you stuffed the last few noodles into your mouth. “I said they’re perfect, Pope and you know, I never lie.” You smiled, while you tried to chew your food down as fast as possible. “They are way better than when my dad does them.” You added, before taking the empty plate out of his hands and crawling onto his lab.

“I guess that does mean something, considering your dad is a chef at the country club.” He smiled, almost believing you.

“See.” You giggled, as you softly wiped away the stain of red pesto left on his upper lip. “He always takes them out of the pan way too early, you can barely taste that they are supposed to be roasted.”

For normal people, that would have been a lie, because no one on that island was able to cook as well as your dad did, but for your taste buds, they were always way too mild.

He smiled at your statement, even though he knew he kinda fucked up a little bit. But to his advantage, your mind didn’t stay long with the pasta because as soon as you saw the box, something else crossed your mind immediately.

“Baby, what’s in there?” Your eyes lit up as you saw the smile crawling over his lips, knowing exactly what that meant. He knew how much you loved Ice Cream and since everything was (almost) perfect tonight, you knew what must be in there.

You knew you were right when he opened the box and pulled out a box of ice cream and two spoons. “You know I set all this up, so we could watch the stars together and now you’re sitting with your back to them.” He chuckled, softly as he guided a spoon full of Ice cream to your mouth.

“First of all, I can see them behind you, and second of all, you are way prettier than the stars.”

He tried to hide a smile but he was so flustered, it was hard for him. He loved receiving compliments from you but still, he wasn’t very used to them. You loved seeing him like this, you loved getting his cheeks all hot and flustered, it made you giggle and sent even more butterflies through your core.

You took a sip of your wine, that he had even filled into a wine glass. You didn't even know he knew what a wine glass looked like and he probably didn’t and just took the weirdest looking glass in the cabinet but you were still surprised. You were even more surprised that he decided to drink wine with you tonight, knowing he would get teased endlessly for it if his friends saw him. You appreciated what he did for you tonight, so much that you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He always looked pretty but tonight it was different. He was dressed in a black shirt and some black basketball shorts, a look he knew was killing you. You were obsessed with him dressed all in black and you knew exactly that was why he chose this particular outfit tonight.

The two of you kept rambling on about whatever came to your mind while slowly but surely emptying that box of Ice Cream. Well, in the end, it was you who ate most of it, since Pope was the one who did most of the talking. You couldn’t help but smile at every single thing he said, no matter how boring you would normally think the topics were. After a while he stopped talking, as he looked at your smiling face, wondering what it could be that amused you so much.

“What’s so funny?” He asked. You noticed how unsure he got, a normal thing for him when he caught himself talking without a break. “Am I talking too much? I’m talking too much…”

“No, no!” You chuckled, giving him a reassuring smile. “You know I could listen to you for hours.”

You looked down into the no empty Ice Cream box, the feeling of guilt rushing over your face, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I mostly got this for you.” He smiled softly, knowing you would feel bad anyway. “Really baby, you know I don't even like strawberries that much.”

“True.” You chuckled, as leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He quickly retorted the kiss, putting the empty box away, before placing his hands on your waist. The kiss started slow and sweet but quickly turned more passionate as you felt the wine circulating through your veins, giving you the courage to let your hand travel down to his pants, where your hand started massaging his growing bulge. Quiet moans escaped his lips, as your hand slipped into his pants, and quickly the two of you noticed that night, might be night where you went all the way to the end. When you started dating, you quickly found out and neither of you was very experienced in that matter, which made you decide to wait a little bit. There had been many times where you thought this was the night but you always ended up stopping before the actual act. This time felt different though. His hands had wandered under your dress by now, where he quickly noticed the lack of fabric that came with you only wearing a lace thong.

You smirked as you felt his dick twitching under your touch, combined with the sweet moans escaping his beautiful lips. His hands were now wandering up to your tits, where he once again was met with the lack of fabric. You heard a quiet “damn” escaping his lips, as his thumbs traced over your nipples. You let your head fall back as his lips traveled over your neck, kissing every single inch of your skin. You tried to control your moans but the sensation from his thumbs on your nipples and his tongue on your neck was too much for you to stay quiet.

“Baby…” You whispered, your hands finding their way back inside his pants.

“I know.” He mumbled between his kisses, before turning his attention back to your mouth.

Before he could do anything, you had pushed your tongue inside him, not caring to wait for him to take the lead. You gently slid under his pants, so you were holding his hard dick in your hands. You slowly let your hand wander up and down, while your thumb brushed over his tip. You knew how much he loved it when you did that, his twitching erection being the proof. His right hand was now sliding down to your thong, where he laid his finger on your soaking, but still covered clit. This wasn't the first time he made you wet like that but it was the first time you thought it might lead to more. You needed more of him and as if he could read your thoughts, he gently pushed the fabric to the side, before placing his finger back on your clit.

The sudden feeling of direct skin contact, made you moan out loud even louder. He noticed how needy you grew, so you let his fingers trace over your entrance, causing you to look at him with pleading eyes.

“Can I…?” He asked carefully, not being sure if he was going too fast.

“Please.” You whispered, nodding in support of your answer.

He was so gentle as he let his fingers slide inside you. You were already soaking wet but he was so scared of hurting you that he took them back out just to spit on them. You didn’t expect him to do something like that but it only made you want him more. He gently pushed them back inside, causing you to gasp out in pleasure. You shot him an assuring smile before leaning back in for a kiss. You let your hand slide up and down his length while he pushed his fingers back and forth into your core. He started slow but soon began to match your movements, which made it very hard for you to concentrate.

“Pope…” You whispered, “I… I love you.”

He stopped and looked at you, eyes widened in surprise and you were just as surprised as he was. “I…” You stumbled, but he placed his index finger under your chin and guided it up, so you’d look him in the eyes.

“I love you too.” He smiled. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you moved here.”

“But Pope, that was in third grade.” You chuckled, now your eyes were filled with surprise.

“I know.”

This was enough to send you over the edge. You smashed your lips back into his, without leaving him any room to breathe. After what felt like hours, you stopped. “I’m ready. Need to feel you inside me.” You whispered.

He stopped his movements as the excitement rushed all over him. “You sure?”

"Absolutely." You smiled, “If you are.”

“100%!” He exclaimed. “But I don’t… JJ gave me one but It’s downstairs… I think.” He mumbled, earning nothing but a smile from you.

You leaned in for a kiss and whispered: “Pocket inside my bag.”

Pope internally smiled at the way you were always prepared for everything. It was one of the reasons he was so in love with you. He gently pulled your dress over your head, leaving you all exposed in front of him. He took a second to admire your beauty before you pulled off his shirt. You too, needed a second to take him in. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him like this before, you did countless times at the beach but you fell in love with him all over again every time.

“God you’re so pretty.” You mumbled, leaving him all shy and flustered.

“I believe that’s my line, baby.”

“But you’re pretty too.” You giggled.

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, while his hands wandered from your waist down to your ass. Your hands were placed on his soft-toned chest, feeling his muscles playing beneath his skin. You were still sitting on top of him, so he signaled you to get up, for him to be able to pull off his pants. Once they were off, he told you to lie down and climbed on top of you. You pulled him in for more kisses, while his hand wandered down to your thong. He easily let his fingers slide under the fabric, his touch sending goosebumps all over your skin. He let his thumb dance over your clit, while his index finger slid inside. You let out a loud moan, leaving a smirk all over his face. It quickly turned into an expression of slight embarrassment, as he remembered where the two of you were at.

"What's wrong?” You asked slightly confused.

“Nothing baby, it's just… what if anyone hears us?”

“Then let them hear us.” You giggled, “But I can try to be more quiet if you want.”

“You know what? No.” He grinned, the thought of other people hearing how good he made you feel suddenly turned him on more than he thought.

And he did make you feel very, very good. The thought of actually being vulnerable like that for someone had always freaked you out a little bit but with him it was different. He made you nervous but not in a bad way. You were nervous indeed, but it was more exciting than anything else.

The deeper his fingers dug inside you, the more you wanted him. Your left hand was placed on his shoulder, while your right one was looking for your bag. You grabbed it and pulled out a tiny colorful package.

“Are you ready?” You asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend.

“Are you?”

“Hmm… I think so?” You answered, more unsure than sure.

“I uhmm… I can…” He stuttered, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

With that, he went down but not without covering your body in kisses, causing you to giggle at the sensation. The moment his tongue met your folds, your giggle turned into moans. You had never felt this way before, as he had never used his tongue on you before. He struggled at first, not really knowing what to do but the louder your moans got, the more confident he became. Pope had always been a quick learner so it didn't take long until he had figured it out. He twisted his tongue inside, hitting exactly where you needed him to hit. He even added his thumb to your clit for support- causing you to see stars even though you had closed your eyes.

You felt something in you tighten, it was unfamiliar but it felt so good and it got only stronger the faster and more eager he got. Before you knew it, your high rushed over you, causing you to almost scream his name into the night. Your angled legs slid down next to his, as you desperately tried to contain your voice. Your hands that were tangled in his hair cramped together, sending a slight pain through his head but in this moment, Pope would’ve rather died than stopping you in any way. He looked up at you, trying to get a quick glance at you since he had never seen a girl orgasm before, at least not outside of the internet and most definitely not caused by himself. He was so amazed by your beauty, that he didn’t realize he was still staring once you opened your eyes again.

“What?” You whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “Did you just watch me? Oh my god, how embarrassing.” You mumbled as you felt your cheeks turning all hot.

“You are so damn beautiful, you have no idea.” He said, his fingers softly caressing over your thighs. “This was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

“Then you really should look into the mirror more often, pretty boy.” You grinned, before signaling him to come closer and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and to your surprise, it was better than you had always imagined. “I think now I'm ready.” You giggled, as you let your hand travel down to his underwear.

You let your hand slide under the fabric, where you quickly felt him harden under your touch. You handed him the condom and he removed his boxers. You were sitting next to him, preparing the extra blanket he had brought, while he tried to roll over the condom, struggling.

“Here, let me help you.” You said, as you led your hand slide over his length, up and down until he was more than ready. Pope’s mind had already drifted back to pleasure land, but you were able to roll it over with ease. You laid yourself back on the blanket, as he crawled on top of you. You swung the other blanket over him, which earned you an appreciative “thank you” from your boyfriend. You spread your legs as he was looking to push it in but you both soon found out that it was actually way easier if you guided him.

The moment he slid inside you, you both let out a moan, almost synchronized. It did hurt a little bit though, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. “We can stop if it hurts, I’ll stop.”

“No.” You whispered, “It does hurt a little bit but I’m sure it will stop soon. You did good preparation work.” You smirked, causing him to smile himself.

“If you want me to stop, just say it okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You smiled, before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

He slowly continued his movements, careful not to hurt you. He enjoyed every second of it but couldn't get the thought out of his head that it might not feel the same for you. He got convinced quickly though, when your hands traveled down his back, nails digging deep into his skin, so deep that he was sure it would be visible tomorrow morning.

“Just like that, baby.” You moaned out, “You can even go faster if you want, it doesn't hurt anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes baby, please.”

With that, he sped up his pace, still careful but faster than before. He was close to you, legs angled and face over yours, because there wasn't a second where he didn’t want to look into your eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, which you retorted quickly, while you wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing the blanket off him in the process. You would’ve been sorry but you needed him to be as close as possible to you and judging by the sweat on his skin, he didn’t seem to mind much. With your newfound position, you were able to push him even deeper into you, a fact both of you welcomed very much. As his movements got faster, your moans got louder and he soon realized that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Your nails dug deeper into his skin and he wanted to hold out longer for you but it grew harder and harder for him to do so. Especially as soon as you moved your lips to his neck, which almost sent him over the edge.

“Faster baby, can you go faster?” You moaned out, to which he sped up his movements.

“Fuck…” He whispered, and soon after, his orgasm washed over him.

He sounded so beautiful, as he moaned into your ear, so loudly, that you were sure someone must've heard the two of you. As soon as he felt like himself again, he collapsed on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your body, and laid his head on your chest, perfect for you to straddle his head. You loved tracing your fingers through his locks, and he did as well since it always helped him calm down. You were somehow able to grab the blanket that you had lost earlier, so you covered the two of you with it. Your fingers went back to straddling his head, and before you knew it your eyes fell shut. You both were tired, so tired that you were pretty sure you both fell asleep for a few minutes. As soon as your eyes were met with the beautiful night sky once again, you tried to wake up your sleepy boyfriend.

“Pope baby, wake up.”

“Hmm, too comfy.” He mumbled, and you were pretty sure he fell back asleep right after.

“Baby, you are still wearing the condom, we need to get cleaned up.” You chuckled, as you tried to keep yourself awake. “I don't want it to get lost in me.” You added, as you once again tried to shake him awake, less gently this time.

“Hmm, am wake.” He mumbled as he lifted his head.

“Careful, baby.”

He carefully sat himself up and pulled out of you. To your surprise, everything went over smoothly and you were able to get up without leaving behind a mess. He wrapped it up in some tissue and the two of you got dressed.

“I’m pretty sure my parents are back by now.” He said as you gathered all the things he brought on the roof.

“If so, they probably heard us. And if that’s the case I’ll never be able to look them in the eyes ever again.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yep.”

You were lucky, Heward's truck wasn’t there yet when they climbed down the roof. The two of you put everything away. When you fell into bed a few minutes later, he pulled his arm around you so you could snuggle your head onto his body. You both fell asleep within seconds but more connected and in love with each other, than ever before.

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Dating Pope Heyward would include;

Pope's not a PDA kind of guy.

He prefers time alone with you, where he can be himself completely in your presence.

He loves holding your hand though. Whenever he's stressed out, he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

Long walks on the beach with you have to be one of his favorite things.

He can talk for hours with you about anything.

He can be mischievous too and if you're not careful, he'll throw you over his shoulder and run into the ocean at full speed, taking you with him.

Pope has the most confidence when he's with you, and that means a lot of chaos.

Tickle fights, chasing you around the beach when you steal his things, passionate kissing in the sand.

The whole package really.

Cuddles is a must. Big hugs from you after a long day or night are the cure to Pope's concerns and fears.

He's anxious a lot, but with you, he's calmer. He feels more in control of himself and his life when you're around.

Dates, lots of them.

He's a romantic guy, and he tries hard to make and keep you happy, which is why date night is a big thing.

We're talking candle-lit dinner out on the dock.

Stargazing, where he points out all his favorite constellations.

Pope thinks teddy bears and continuous apologies are the cure for every fight, and he might be right because somehow, when you're mad at him, Pope showing up at your door with a stuffed animal and a sad face makes you forget why you're angry.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."

The first time Pope says I love you, it's awkward.

It's one of those situations where his mouth keeps moving, but he's stopped thinking.

He blurted it out super-fast as you were walking away from him.

"I think I love you."

It was strange but sweet, and you'd turned right around when he said it.

He kept blabbering on forever afterward, explaining the reasons why, and how he didn't know why he'd told you the way he did.

You shut him up with a kiss.

Now, it's a common occurrence, keeping him quiet by pressing your lips to his.

Pope likes it when you do it, though, mainly because he loves kissing you.

He likes reading to you too.

Falling asleep on the couch, cuddled up with Pope as he reads to you is a treat for both of you considering you hardly get any time alone.

Teasing from the rest of the Pouges is a definite in your relationship with Pope.

Most often it comes from John B and JJ who just love to tease anything that moves.

"Aww, Pope you're so romantic."

"Aren't you two just the sweetest?"

Pope hates all the dangerous situations the Pouges put themselves in.

He's the designated sanity holder of the group after all and trying to talk everyone out of doing dumb shit is his job.

But one thing is for sure if you're going, Pope's going with you.

He's going to try his best to keep you safe even if it breaks him, because, well, he loves you.

a lot.

AN: Stan Pope for clear skin.

Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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nymphie-mama · 1 year

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POPE BEING SO GENTLE DURING IT.

god this has been on my mind for DAYS. DAYS.

in such an odd way, i imagine pope being like that one scene from twilight. he starts off so gentle because he knows. HE KNOWS.

- “oh, baby. just a little more.” HES SO SLOW WITH IT AT FIRST.

- “you can do it. you’re doing so good.”

- he’s almost nervous of how rough he could be, could get. imagine if it was your first time with him and he was so scared to hurt you. baby i’m so feral.

- “for your safety, i’ll be gentle” vibes.

- “i cant take my hands off of you. i don’t want to,” neither do i, pope. never take your hands off me.

- he just whispers little things into your ears. both during sex and not. he’s sweet like that.

- pope doesn’t feel like the type to have a d/s dynamic or a desire for one. but he does seem like the type to love praising you. and he likes it rough, just not kinky.

- “you feel so good around me.”

- him moaning your name . (“fuck, y/n.”)

- OH AND THE AFTERCARE. IM SO INSANE FOR THIS MAN.

- “you did so good baby.”

- him bathing you and taking care of you for making him feel so good…

in conclusion, pope heyward is my boyfriend and he owns my heart so i need to write more about him :)!

a/n if i’m thinking correctly this is coming out on thanksgiving. in which case, fuck this holiday but i hope all u americans are eating good and enjoying football. xoxo 🍇

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saintgoo · 4 months

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Dangerously in Love ☆

PAIRING: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Lovesick couple, Angst-ish

WARNINGS: None

A/N: Been wanting to write a Pope fic since forever omfg

wc: 602 (short asf, ik) ★ ... masterlist ★ ... taglist

The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the sound of your own crying. It wasn't that you were crying loudly or anything, you just had your face too buried in the pillow to hear anything.

It all started when in the morning your mother scolded you for going to a party the night before, and right after that you had to take another shower because you had spilled coffee on yourself, making you late for school. The day continued with you having to listen to your chemistry teacher's complaints, smudging your mascara while doing your makeup, sleeping in history class, not being able to see your boyfriend at any point, tripping on the sidewalk on the way home and finally burning the food you were making after school.

This sequence of events left you emotionally tired and sad, so all you could do was lie in bed and wallow in tears. At some point, the door opened, revealing Pope with his backpack on his back. You only noticed his presence when he spoke, leaving the backpack on the floor and climbing onto the bed, climbing over you and then hugging you from behind in a spoon.

“Babe, you good?” He placed his hand on your waist and the other under your neck, hugging you. With his gestures you ended up crying more, hugging him tightly and digging your head out of the pillow, turning to him.

All you could do was bury your head on his chest, hugging him by the neck. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist to your back, slowly moving up and down.

You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he strokes your back gently. You don't know why, but something about the way he holds you and caresses you is so comforting. Even though your body is still shaking with sobs, you feel safe in his arms. It's almost like he's holding you so tightly he won't let go. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his words muffled against you, sounding like distant whispers in the background.

"I… I just feel like everything's going wrong," you manage to say between sobs. "I'm failing at school; my teachers think I'm stupid. My parents are mad at me. I… I just feel so… alone," you say quietly, your voice cracking with frustration. You can feel Pope's grip tighten around you, like he's holding you so tightly that he can't let go.

“You'll never be alone as long as I'm here, mama.” You sniffle into his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer warmth and comfort of his embrace. You cling to him like a baby bird snuggled deep in its nest. You can't even remember the last time you felt this safe. You feel his hands running up and down your back, his breathing growing steady and even. You feel the heat of Pope's chest against the back of your neck, his heart beating slowly and steadily. You could hold onto him forever, never letting go.

“Yo…” he said looking at you and lifting your chin with his finger, making you look at him. “I love you more than anything, you can count on me every time, alright?” he said quietly, giving you a look of confirmation, making you feel more and more loved.

“I'm in love with you.” You whispered, a tear falling from your eye as you smiled helplessly in love with him, who returned the smile and kissed your head.

“I'm so in love with you it's dangerous, [Name].”

Send me a request! ☆

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starficrecs · 1 month

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POPE HEYWARD FIC RECS

fluff = 🛸, angst = 🐈‍⬛, smut = 🪽, headcanons/other = 🔭

- cuddles 🛸

- glistening 🪽

- shy 🛸

- dating pope heyward 🔭

- serenity 🛸

- nothing compares 🐈‍⬛

- avoidable jealousy 🐈‍⬛🛸

- love in the sky 🪽🛸

i will keep adding to this so feel free to send some fics !

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infernalodie · 1 year

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Pope Heyward x Female! Hippie! Reader

Pope has a secret girlfriend that the pogues don’t know about. One day at school they were all going to meet up at Popes locker to head home, but before they get to him reader comes up out of no where and kisses him, and they’re just acting all cute and stuff while his friends are just staring at him from a couple feet away.

So like a few days after that the pogues meet up on a boat ride and depend to meet popes girlfriend but he keeps saying no at first until he finally caves.

So they all meet up at the beach one day and they all end up really liking her

(Could u have Sarah and Cleo be there to like, have it in a reality where they both go to the same school as the pogues)

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰�� 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵"

Inspo: Bob Marley - Is This Love Dominic Fike - 3 Nights

Pairing: Pope Heyward x Hispanic!Fem!reader

Summary: How Pope pulled you was beyond their barrier or understanding...

Warnings: Just fluffy

Words: 2595

Everyone knew that Pope Heyward was completely incapable of getting a girlfriend. Everyone at school knew it, Figure Eight knew it, and probably the entire county did as well. Although it wasn’t Pope’s fault, the Pogues personally liked taking digs at him. Making him forever scared of interacting with a girl as he was constantly reminded of the fact that he was awkward and didn’t pick up on how much he talked. And it stuck with him for a while, always scratching at the back of his skull during parties or in the halls of the school.

“So, small kegger tonight at JB’s?” JJ inquired, looking up from his phone as he looked at the group surrounding John B’s locker. Well, it was just him, John B, Cleo, Kiara, and Sarah. They were missing the genius of their schemes.

“I’m down,” Sarah said. “Wanna help me get some beer from the store?” She grinned, nudging Cleo, who rolled her eyes, unable to waver the smile that formed on her lips. Barely able to finish her nod before Sarah squealed and hugged her.

“John B can get the grill going when we get there and I’ll get the campfire started.” JJ then turned his eyes to Kiara, raising a brow. “That leaves you and Pope to do something other than be smart-asses.”

The blonde laughed loudly when the girl punched his shoulder harshly. But Cleo was quick to take notice of their missing member, frowning slightly. “Where is Pope by the way?”

For some time, their genius had been out on a lot of their hangouts. Saying he had studying to do and that his dad needed his assistance. Now, they would’ve believed that if they hadn’t gone investigating and asked his dad and found out Pope was out with a friend. Who; that was still a mystery. Every time they asked the boy, he avoided it and said it was some guy he was tutoring for a class.

Still, they weren’t convinced and he didn’t show any room for submission to their questions. So, they left it alone and demanded he come and spend some time with them when he got the chance. That was a month ago and he had been with them for a total of 4 days that entire month.

JJ grumbled in annoyance moving past the group. “I’m going to put this runt in a headlock if he backs out on this kegger.”

“Maybe he’s busy, JJ,” John B reasoned, shutting his locker and following the blonde. The three others close in tow. “We shouldn’t force him to–why are you making that face? Did you see him naked?” John B looked where JJ seemed to be in a state of paralysis and felt his chest tighten in shock.

There Pope was, leaning against his locker talking to a girl. And it wasn’t just some girl either, it was you. The local stoner and the girl JJ bought his weed from and had spent a lot of time with at parties. You were leaning against Pope’s front, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Hands pressed to his chest where your nails gently scratched at the fabric that divided you from him. Your golden skin glowed under the lights of the school hall, which oddly complimented Pope in some way. Like you were meant to be there with him.

Everyone in the group knew you in certain capacities, but all had great things to say about you. Known as the down-to-earth girl and weed smoker of the generation. Well, that last part was what JJ took you for. But you were kind to everyone you came across and showed a level of genuine love that would have anyone falling for you. Kiara would know since, for a time, she had liked you before she quickly realized that your affection was felt throughout the group and most of The Cut.

But that didn’t change the fact that Pope pulling you was the hardest thing to believe. Out of everyone, Pope was the last person that should’ve pulled you. “Who do you she is to him?” Sarah asked, a mischievous look on her face. “Maybe sugar mommy.”

“No, he’s definitely in a dom/sub relationship,” Kiara protested. “Can’t tell me otherwise.”

“Maybe they’re just dating,” Cleo said, earning looks from both girls. “We’ve been saying he can’t get a girlfriend. Maybe we just underestimated Pope's abilities.”

JJ scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “And if that’s the case, he used his skills on the right girl. This way I get free weed from her whenever- Ow!”

He rubbed the pulsing spot of pain as John B shoved him around the corner. “We’ll interrogate him tonight when we get him to confess.”

Out of some beach house, you remember helping your parents build on The Cut, was where you stayed. Although your parents lived just up a small little path leading to their home, this was where you resided. Where you got to call your own personal home you got to do whatever you wanted. Blast music through the night, smoke as much as you weed and smell like a skunk in the morning, or where you got to spend quality time with your boyfriend.

Speaking of Pope, you had only realized how late he was for your guys’ dinner. You had even gone out of your way to make the meal and now you were just cleaning up the house for some ungodly amount of time. J Balvin, Bad Bunny, and Bob Marley had been on constant repeat as you cooked and cleaned what you could. The warm lights hung from the ceilings and Christmas lights Pope helped you put up kept you awake and aware of your guys’ third date. Or what was supposed to be your guys’ third date, but his lack of text or phone call made you believe it might just be for another night.

Hearing the sound of a boat approaching your dock, you moved away from the kitchen and to the back door and stepped outside. The wind of the ocean hitting your face gently with the scent always being a beautiful reminder of what you were thankful to have. But you saw the source of the noise and felt your brows tense together as you saw JJ at the front of the boat, waving hysterically with a beer in hand.

“We’ve come to set you free from the dark hold Pope has placed on you, Y/n,” he called out. “But first, let’s party!”

Behind the rambunctious blonde was the missing piece of your night. His expression was downcasted as he didn’t dare meet your gaze. That confused you more than what the Pogues business was being at your home and being a bit too loud for your liking at this time of night.

There had been many times you had been caught up in their more than common days and lived to regret it. Mainly because you had JJ at your neck begging you for more weed or Kiara always being snotty when she didn’t get what she wanted. So, it was more so the people you experienced those rather adventurous experiences with. But Pope levelled them all out, same as Sarah, Cleo, and sometimes John B.

Stopping at the dock, they started to hop off and tie the HMS Pogue to the end of the dock. “Knock it off, JJ,” Sarah laughed. “This is just a get-together. No one is going to be interrogating anyone. Even though I’d like to have an explanation for this.” She motioned a finger between you and Pope, who was slowly approaching you.

Although he was scared of the fury you had prepared for him, he couldn’t help but take the calm before the storm to his fullest capability. Taking in your clothes that were all his. The black Harvard sweater JJ had gotten him a while back and the grey sweatpants. They looked unapologetically cute on you from how big they were.

“Cariño, ¿qué está pasando?” You whispered in a soft voice, taking one of his hands and gently using your thumb to stroke his knuckles.

Glancing back at the group that was slowly approaching, talking amongst themselves, Pope’s had fitted back to yours with disappointment. “No dejaban de invitarnos a todos a pasar el rato,” he explained. “Quería hacerlo para la cena, pero me retrasaron.”

His use of your first language made you smile, unable to rid yourself of the butterflies that infested your stomach. Heart warming at the sound that shook your core, awakening the onslaught of love and happiness that invaded your body. You weren’t planning on making him feel horrible about missing dinner or getting angry at him. With how the Pogues were, you understood that his time and attention had to be elsewhere sometimes. Not to mention that he’d spent so much time with you ever since you two started dating, him not being able to make a date would’ve happened sooner or later. But the way he spoke, the genuine disappointment he felt for missing out made you relieved you weren’t the only one sad about your guys’ alone time.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled. “It’s alright, babe,” you reassured softly. “We can do it some other time when JJ doesn’t think you put a curse on me.”

“It is a reasonable assumption!” JJ exclaimed. “And you’re speaking her language now? Maybe the curse is placed on you, man.”

Unable to contain your smile, you gently punched the blonde. “Ya basta, JJ. Estás siendo un imbécil,” you laughed. “Since you guys held my boyfriend up from our date, you might as well come in and eat.”

JJ didn’t hold back from pushing past you and Pope, rushing inside to get a plate of food with Cleo in tow. John B muttered a quiet thank you, Kiara giving you a smile and following. Sarah gave a sheepish smile to you and Pope. “Sorry for ruining your night,” she apologized. “We were honestly curious as to when you guys got together and why neither of you told us. But it wasn’t our business, and I’ll apologize on behalf of the others.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sarah.” You smiled, hand tightening its hold with Pope’s. “You guys would’ve found out sooner or later. Better now than later on.”

Pope simply never wanted to tell because of the things his friends would drag you in on. And as much as having you around with them would be amazing, you were his personal getaway. The temple in the middle of the forest of annoyances he dealt with on a daily basis. You were the person he could retreat to and just be with in silence and feel comforted. He wanted that for himself and you understood it fully. So, not telling the group had been the easiest and earliest decision the two of you made 4 months ago.

Stepping inside, Pope wouldn’t lie, but this felt so natural. Not just you two being like this in public with his friends, but everyone being together with you as the brand new addition. Of course, it wasn’t the first time, but this wasn’t just some stupid mission to find gold. This was a simple hangout with friends and just having the time of your guys’ lives. There wasn’t a bombardment of questions from anyone. They all were just being themselves and enjoying the time together. Drinking, smoking, eating, and laughing.

“So, when did you guys start dating?” Kiara inquired, taking a bite of one of the patatas bravas you had made. The group decided to just put all of it on one plate and eat one at a time as a group. Everyone in your small living room with weed smoke lingering in the air and beer bottles scattered across the coffee table.

You, leaning against Pope’s chest and sitting between his legs, looked back at your boyfriend. “You want me to tell them or do you?” You inquired gently, taking the blunt from between his fingers and taking a drag.

“You can,” he said. “I want to hear your voice.”

Everyone was watching and listening and JJ nearly choked on his squared potato. Cleo is unable to hide the expression of complete admiration at Pope’s words. “You guys are completely adorable.”

JJ coughed, dusting his hands off as he stood to his face and held his hand out to Pope. “My boy plays for the Washington Rizzards.”

No one held back from groaning in disgust as JJ looked at them in confusion. John B takes it upon himself to toss an empty beer can at the guy. “Shut up, dude.”

“What? What did I say?”

A laugh fell from your lips as you looked up at the blonde. “Sé útil JJ y coge la Tequilla del armario.” You pointed to the specific cabinet and earned a look at of confusion.

“She said to go grab the Tequilla in the cabinet,” Pope explained. “Did you not pay attention in Spanish class?”

“I was high through that class and you should be blaming your girlfriend for that!” He said, walking away and grabbing the bottle and bringing it over to the group. “Now, continue with your story, please.”

“We started 4 months ago,” you said. “Pope took me out on a date where he made some shitty pasta-”

“It wasn’t that bad!” Pope reassured his friend, earning an unconvinced look from you as he sighed. “Okay, so it was pretty bad, but that’s beside the point.”

“He basically just took me out on his dad’s boat where we smoked, talked, and then he just kinda, asked me out,” you said, face warm at the memory. You left a large chunk of that night out of the conversation since that is more for you and him than anyone else to hear. “And since then, we’ve been together.” You looked back at the boy, smiling bashfully.

“I still can’t wrap my head around how he got you,” John B commented. “No offence Pope, but Y/n is out of your league.”

“Just like I said, he’s on the Washington Rizz– Okay, I get it!” JJ rubbed the back of his neck from the harsh slap inflicted by Kiara.

“Don’t worry, I’m still trying to understand it too,” Pope confessed with a laugh, hands rubbing small circles along your hips. “I mean, I don’t understand why she chose me.”

“Porque eres el amor de mi vida, cariño.” It was instant the response you gave. And it was enough to make Pope’s heart stop for a moment as you looked at him adoringly. Nothing in life could change the happiness that you have felt in these past 4 months of your life. So small in the grand scheme of what is to come, but so important to you. Your parents loved him, your friends loved him, and you loved him. And it might be too soon to say that, but you knew what you felt and you knew what you wanted for the rest of your life.

The sound of gagging earned everyone’s attention with the source coming from JJ, who was holding the neck of the Tequilla bottle having taken a large swig of the harsh alcohol. But his hand held over his mouth made your face twist in anger as you glared at the blonde. “¡Por el amor de Dios, JJ! ¡Lo juro por Dios si vomitas en mi alfombra!”

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junekicks · 11 months

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Hey! Can I request a pope heyward fic. Preferably fluff, possibly he’s getting worked up over his college interview so she takes him out on a date to calm down or literally just whatever you want to write I don’t mind.

mathematically right together ♱ pope heyward

You swear he's been staring at the numbers for hours. And you've just had to sit here in silence and wait. You usually have more patience than this, but you're just about worn thin with him.

You're freaking bored and miss the attention of an almost-boyfriend. (It's complicated. But not really, you’re both just scared teenagers.)

You’re staring at the back of his neck, upside down. Your head hangs over the edge of his bed. There’s a small, soft ball in your hands. You’ve been fidgeting with it for ten minutes now. It’s lost your attention about four minutes ago.

He’s bent over his desk, pencil tight in his grasp. The veins in his arms look like they’re trying to escape. And if you got up, you could lick the tension off his neck. He looks so stressed.. But you aren’t sure why. If there’s anyone out there who’s good at math, it’s Pope.

Still, it’s a test, and then it’s the scholarship, then his future.. and whatever else happens when you’re no longer a high school student. You’re not all that worried like he is.

You can’t bite your tongue anymore. “Pope..” You’re whining. Whatever.

You see the pencil pause and the veins in his arm calm the slightest. He spins around in his chair, his eyes going a little wide at your redden face. “Don’t sit like that. Your heads going to explode, squirt.”

You roll your eyes and roll over onto your stomach and you gasp a little at the funny feeling. Pope sends a smug, knowing smile and you glare at him for being so smart.

“You okay?” He ask regardless, and you smile. It’s all warm and soft and you want to hold his hand. You shrug as best as you can while laying across his bedspread. “I miss you.”

You watch his jaw slack a little and his eyes soften. “What do you mean? I’ve been here. You’re in my room.”

You roll your eyes again, he’s clueless, sometimes. “You know, if you stare at those numbers anymore.. they’re going to crawl off the page and stab your eyes out. They want to be left alone.” Pope snorts at your words and you beam at the noise. “Nice,” he mumbles.

You hum, little cocky smile on your face that he really fucking likes.

You climb off his bed and waddle towards him. You slouch into his lap, you take up one of his legs. He hums and has an arm slip around your waist to keep you floating. He kisses your upper arm gently, the arm that’s right in front of his face. You look down at him, adoring. “Can’t you just, like, take the rest of the night off? The test is in two days..”

He hums, eyes casted up on you. “You know, you should also be studying for this test. This was a study date.”

You roll your eyes, your best trait. “You know damn well that was not going to happen when you texted me. I have two days, like I said. I’ll be fine.” You will not be fine, but you don’t seem to really care.

Pope shakes his head with a warming smile. You know you’ve won. You beam and lean over the rest of him to his desk, you dramatically close his books. “Look. Numbers left you. What can you do now?”

Pope scoffs a laugh and squeezes your waist more. It drags a chill up your spine. “What do you wanna do, annoyance?” He asks up at you, caring.

You light up, like the sun in the morning over the horizon. You look really pretty, he thinks. Your hair is a careless mess from all your shuffling around. Your shorts got indentations on your thighs and they’re loose on your waist from wearing them all day. Your tee has been cropped way too short and hangs off one shoulder with a chopped off neckline. He can see that the straps of your bikini are stabbing into your neck. You don’t seem to mind. He’ll squeeze out the knots from your tanning skin later. He always does. He doesn’t mind. He likes to have you so close.

“Let me take you out, prize boy?”

He laughs again, eyes rolling as his forehead falls onto your upper arm. Your skin is warm against his own. You hum and drag your free arm up and over his hair. He slouches more into your hold. “See, the numbers got you all tense, P.”

He rolls his eyes again, even though you can’t see his face.

“I’m hungry,” he suddenly mumbles. You beam, “guess it’s a date then, hot shot?”

He could suffocate you in admiration. You’re making his skin run hot.

He lets out a shy laugh, and gently shoves you off him. “You’re freaking me out, annoyance.” You beam and scrunch up your nose at him, standing before him. He laughs, more calm. “Alright. We’re going out.”

You squeal a bit, winningly. You struck a hand out for him to grasp. “I’ll pay. My treat.” He takes your hand and scoffs at your words. “Yeah. Alright.”

When his hand is in yours, you squeeze it gently and drag him closer to you. He smiles calmly down at you. You beam and lean up on your tippy-toes, he meets you half way. His lips are soft against your own, and you taste like coconut.

God, he loves your bullshit.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Good Vibrations (PHFF)

TW: smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Pope finds you entertaining yourself...

Good Vibrations

You waited hours until you could finally have that relief. Hours of watching his skin kissed by the sun and tensing as he reeled in those fish between John B and JJ. The sweat accenting the rich hue of his skin and the tension it brought from your teeth coveting your bottom lip. It has been one too many days of that sight. Watching him so close. Catching his eyes and offering a smile, only to shy away when someone provoked a conversation.

But right now you had it to fuel your fantasy.

Legs propped and knees bent, your fingers worked slowly agaisnt your clit. Already swollen by the ways you created friction on The HMS Pogue throughout the day, you were climbing quickly.

The idea of his hands in place of your own as you squeezed your breast and twisted your nipples made your thighs shake. The sound of his voice praising you in vulgar words unexpected, and therefore sexy as hell, made your toes curl. But it was the idea of his eyes looking up from between your legs that carried that wave beyond your sex and onto the bed.

POPE'S POV

I swear there will come a day where JJ's negligence will get him killed. Luckily, this was only an assignment and not anything detrimental. But it may prove to be that for me.

I entered the chateau only ten minutes after everyone else left. The evidence of our lack of supervision found in the disarray of takeout containers and empty beer bottles. But when at the scene, his paper was not among them. I was surprised he even cared, but the friend I was had be returning to find-

"Oh God-" A gasp made me chill.

I'd studied extensively the last few days which was why we took today to let off some steam. For that, I was convinced I'd imagined this. But when hearing it again, I set out to investigate. The shuffling of bedsheets made me curious as I saw her silhouette rise as she shuddered.

Two fingers pumping quickly between her legs as I watched through the sliver of the door. My angry cock challenging my chivalry.

I should look away. I should knock and pretend I didn't see her just drip like that-shit! I should not be rubbing my palm agaisnt myself for the little relief it granted. I should not be watching her and feeling so damn good relieving the pressure...

"Pope..." She squeaked as it made my teeth clench. I leaned closer.

"Pope....oh my God..." She gasped and my hand was in my shorts and they dropped to my ankles as I took unsolicited consent in this. If she could imagine me, I could do the same. Only I didn't expect her to be as close as she was as she came at the second I found my rhythm. The sight send my eyes to roll as she swore in the aftershocks. My eyes clutched closed before the door came open.

"Oh my God...." Her eyes dropped to the sight. My head leaning on the frame of the door, my cock dripping and slowing in my hand, as she widened her mouth, licking her lips.

"Oh. My. God..."

"I-"

"I want it..." She dropped to her knees and had me at her lips before I could be anything more than lustful. I shouldn't let her. I should tell her she deserved better and should take her time. Go on a date-

"Fuck!" She took me to the limit. Gagging and choking with a grin. My hand came through her hair for my own stability as she didn't need a second of guidance.

"Oh shit...oh my God!" Her nails fed into my hips and I braced myself in the door. Her name came out in pants as she withdrew and took a like if spit connecting us, along with her.

"Fuck my mouth, Pope...."

"Are you sure?"

"If you don't, I'll do it the next time we're on that boat...and I might even ask JJ to join between my legs..." The idea sent me to her level in a bend.

"If you take my cock, you take only mine!" I explained, surprising us both at the dominance.

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Then. Fuck what's yours..." She took me back in her mouth, this time working me hard. I could have come the second I heard her gag or her hand wrapped around my base as she pumped and sucked in equal measure. God dammit I was close...oh shit, she was good.

"You're so big..." She explained between breaths as I lifted her by her hair and sat on the bed.

"Keep going..." She illuminated as she stationed between my legs. Her hands on my thighs as she took me through her own reservations. My balls tightening to the way she took me with such life. Every suction seemingly more for her than me. I pulled her to stand.

My hand was between her thighs before she could speak and she rode agaisnt my hand.

"Yes!"

"You're not too sensitive?"

"Not for this! Fuck!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes! More! Please Pope! Oh my God, I've wanted this for so long!" I growled like a goddamn caveman as I pinned her onto her back. But the way she looked at me was too much. I was already grinding against the bed as I peeled her shorts down and saw her completely soaked.

"Please don't hold back...I can take anything you're willing to give." She hinted to my cock, complimenting through the remark as I fisted it as I stared at her. I just knew she'd feel like heaven.

"Fuck." She sighed to my breath on her sex. Dripping. Aromatic. Too damn much with the way she arched her back and took too much control right then. For that I flipped her onto her stomach. Squeezed her ass apart and feasted at her from behind.

"Ride my face." She obeyed perfectly. Using me to come undone and coming to that edge before exploding on my tongue. But I didn't stop.

"Pope! It's too much!" I ignored her. Feasting as a man starved to my new favorite delicacy.

"Again!" I groaned into her. Slapping her ass when she whined. Repeating the process as she shook. Only this time, when she nearly came, I withdrew. Her plea of my name sent my cock inside of her as a magnet to home. And I pounded without compassion. She cried in relief.

"Yes, fuck me! Just like that! I'm so close already!" I was going to favor this. I pulled her to her knees and agaisnt my chest, one hand wound in her hair as the other played with her breast. Noting how it made her come before.

"Don't come until I say."

"I'm close! Pope!"

"Not. Until. I. Say." I ordered through thrusts.

"I'll come again, I promise! You're so deep I won't have a fucking choice!"

"No?"

"No! Please I'll be so good! Please Pope, let me come!" My eyes rolled to her pleas. I flexed inside of her with each one.

"You wanna come? Make yourself." I bent her forward, a hand on her shoulder and watched her work her ass against me. Every piston of her hips sending me flush agaisnt her.

"No-" I snapped as she reached for her clit.

"You use me or you don't come!"

"Oh God! I love it!"

"Prove it!" I grunted, teasing the slit of her ass ass and hearing the most decadent of moans from the taunt. God it was tempting. So close. So tight. So...

"I'm gonna come!" My thumb made it's way to the tight ring and she climbed again.

"Nobody has ever..." She whimpered before coming.

"You want me to stop?"

"I want more!" I spit on my thumb, still lodged, and worked it slowly into her. She tensed and winced before I used my second hand at her hip.

"Fuck it..." I took over, brutal thrusts feeling her come once and climb closer in silent gasps and groans. Our thighs shared that same slickness before I could feel myself close.

"Baby!"

"Yes! Inside me!" I groaned. The idea of my cum dripping between her legs made me flex.

"You want my cum?"

"Fill me! Pope!!!!"

"No..." I brought her to that last orgasm before bringing her back to her knees. Without instruction, she pumped me.

"On my chest! I wanna wear your cum, Pope...I wanna feel how hard you came for me..."

"Then fucking make me baby!" She worked hard. Her mouth and her hand as I fought the hit ripes that came in layers on her chest. But still, she didn't stop. Not until I tore her away.

"You need more?" She nodded as I pulled her back on the bed, my fingers working fast as she shook sharply. Her fingers dipped on her cum stained chest, rolling her eyes and licking me from her touch like a goddamn lollipop as I hardened again.

"Open." She parted her thighs and I took her on her back. Pinning her arms and thrusting without apology until she left scars on my skin.

"Come for me, baby...drip down my fucking cock-"

"I think I'm...I'm gonna-" She cried out in trmors in the same moment I found my ecstasy, her mouth wide in disbelief.

"I've never...I've never done that before..." She explained as I peeled us apart to see her mess.

She squirted.

"And you're gonna do it again..." I leaned over her, my mouth taking over. "All. Night. Long..."

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venuslcver · 3 days

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HIGH BY THE BEACH ⋆

pairing: boyfriend!pope x carefreekook!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend, pope, and you had been together for a while when he changes his mind about not going to college.

tw: fluff, implied sex, profanity (no use of y/n)

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“ok, baby! which one should i wear? this one or thissss one?” you questioned pope, holding two of your swimsuits in a display manner. one was a lilac-colored string bikini, the other being a cheeky, polka-dot one-piece.

you could never make a final decision for the life of you, only leaving it up to pope for his opinion. though, pope had known you long enough to know, whichever item you tend to show last was the option you had in mind. hell — most of the time you don’t even know that you prefer one option more than the others.

you wanted to wear the left one, pope concluded. no matter if it was clothing, makeup, nail color, or decor-related. not actually having input into the choices, he usually would just coax the answer out of you. it made it easier on him, besides he didn't give a fuck what you wore, because well... he would still find you beautiful dressed as the grinch. which you did a couple halloweens previously.

“uh… i don’t know — which one is more comfortable?” he asked, putting you on the spot, hoping to get an honest answer out of you.

clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth in deep thought — lifting each and inspecting it. trying to remember if it was uncomfortable or not the last time you wore it.

“well i… mean. huh. why is this so hard?” you said truly debating both options. making your final answer, “i would probably go with the right one being more comfortable”

“probably… and i’m just sayin’ this as a thought…maybe it’s hard because you have too many swimsuits”

letting out an obnoxiously high-pitched scoff, you halted your attention from the bathing suit debacle to pope, who was leisurely laid back on your rope hammock swing that you had in your room. you never took kindly to anyone, including pope, criticizing your inability to get rid of things, especially your bathing suits.

“firstly, i don’t have too many swimsuits, and one could never have too many of them. secondly, even if i did — how could that possibly affect my ability to pick a swimsuit?”

awkwardly looking at you, pope reluctantly replied, “you can’t keep up with all of them, making you not even remember the last time you wore them… and the last time you chose the right one, you were complain’n the entire time”

ignoring his truthful statement altogether, you thought for a moment. he was right. the previous time, you ended up bitch’n the whole time about having to hold the straps of the one piece to avoid flashing innocent bystanders on the beach. which was the worst, considering the excitement that you experienced when in the water. flailing around without a care in the world.

a light switched when you came to this realization, noticing that you were rather harsh with your poor boyfriend, who did not deserve that in the slightest.

“oh my god! you are right!”, you said squealing, right into hugging pope’s sitting body.

taking his face into your hands, before hugging him again, “i’m so sorry baby! you know i didn’t mean that, right?”

staying firm in the hug, while he pulled himself out of the hammock, “yeah, yeah i know you didn’t mean it.”, pope said brushing your rudeness off. you and him rarely argued, and if you did, you were talking within the next half hour, easily.

looking up at him with doe eyes, and an innocent cast appearing on your profile. an all-knowing look that pope was very familiar with. one of the ways that pope and you were able to get over any kind of tiff was by admitting to being wrong and taking the proper steps to apologize.

for example, this one time pope got all panicked at the future and started freaking the fuck out. which led him to harboring that he was in the wrong and mishandled the situation at hand. before slipping his hand into you. well... two fingers but either way! pope was giving in that way, regularly lending a helping hand to you when in need. it wasn't an obligation as much as a want. you and pope were alike in that way. always willing to put others first.

"c-can i make it up to you?"

sooner than later making it to the intended place of hanging out, the local beach on the outer banks. looking into the surrounding area in your eyesight, the beach was practically empty. a lot of spring-breakers had vacated the week before. having access to almost a completely bare beach.

you helped pope set up on the beach, before laying horizontally on his vertically propped-up body.

pressing a kiss on the crown of your head, that was in his lap. when he did the leaning down motion, you pushed the pineapple in your hand, to his lips. silently urging him to take a bite. to which he did.

immediately snickering when it ran down his face, halting laughter when it dripped onto yours. lucky that the acidic fruit juices didn't collect in your eyes. either way, pope was quick to wipe it off your face.

oftentimes, pope and you were silent when hanging out. you wouldn't per say it was a con, because it was due to being around each other every second, when not at work. though, when pope's dad, heyward, was short-staffed, you would offer a lending hand. taking a couple shifts, with pope. even, visiting each other at work.

along with packing an array of fruits to snack on, you also brought a weed. one of the conversations you had meant to bring up was the future.

pope was wicked smart, at least, school-wise. his choice of friends was questionable. and as much as you love your shared friends— they tend to be dumbasses. pulling pope down to their level. to which, a couple foul decisions led pope to not attend college— as he previously intended.

one late night, he admitted that he felt like "all the work he put in was sliding down the drain". which riddled you with resentment towards your friends. not that you cared what pope did. only that he was happy— which he wasn't at all for a passing time.

"pope? can i ask you something?"

"yeah— what's up?"

"d-do you have any idea what you want?"

"what i want?", pope asked, not understanding the question at hand.

"want for the future?"

looking at you bewildered, pope had no idea where the loaded question came from.

"uh — besides being with you, i have no clue.", a tinge of sadness rolled off his tongue.

grinning at his, rather, romantic proclamation, "o-ok, well, um i was expecting a little bit more of an answer, b-but that works for me"

"i-i'm worried... like really worried", he admitted.

coming off your high, out of your own fantasy land— that was induced by his heartfelt statement, "why?!"

still supporting his weight with one arm, he took the other and rubbed his face, "why shouldn't i be? i-i mean i was going to go to college, b-but now I'm just working at my dad's restaurant"

pope tended to self-destruct when his fears kicked in, sending him into overdrive. sitting up, looking at him directly in the face, "h-hey don't say that! one, you know that your dad would not keep you unless you were working your ass off! you're like the smartest person i know, out of anyone in outer banks, or hell, anywhere! a-and we'll figure it out."

set on helping understand that he and you would be good, you pulled a small baggie out of your beach bag, "ok?"

"o-okay"

"now, let's get high. and forget about everything, ever."

although he wasn't completely sure, he knew that you would stay by him, meaning he would be completely fine. if the world ended that day, he wouldn't have cared as long as he had you. well, and he would prefer if he had the other pogues and his parents.

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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

hes so pretty and so nice and so wow

ANYWAYS

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

im mentally ill but we 🆙

anyways

kiss love🙏🙏 thank you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, too."

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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On the dock - Pope Heyward

Summary; an expansion on date nights with Pope from my dating Pope Heyward headcanons.

Over the past couple of weeks, you and Pope had hardly spent any time alone together. You were busy chasing adventures with the other Pouges, hunting gold, and running from danger, and whilst that was exhilarating, Pope just wanted some time with his girl.

The last few days had been quiet and free of stress for everyone but Pope. He was filled with anxiety, thinking over the perfect way to spend time with you before everything got hectic again. He hadn't actually taken you on a proper date yet, and the pressure he felt to do it right was beyond insane. You'd told him he didn't need to do anything, that you were just content to sit with him and do absolutely nothing, but Pope wanted to do something special to show you just how much you meant to him.

He had some semblance of a plan but pulling it all together was the struggle of it all, and when it was finally done, Pope's main concern was whether you would like it.

"Okay, close your eyes." Pope put an arm around your waist leading you down the dock.

"If you push me into the water Heyward, I swear to god-"

"I'm not pushing you anywhere, and no peeking." Pope put a hand over your eyes as you tried to open them. Your laugh was sweet and soft as he did so, and he was praying to whatever god could hear that you would be happy to see what he set out.

You had your hands out in front of you, as if afraid to bump into something or trip, but Pope wouldn't let you fall. "Okay," Pope stopped walking, pulling you back to him when you continued to move forward with your eyes closed. "Feel free to open your eyes whenever."

You did as you were told, and Pope watched your eyes light up, though that might have been a trick of the light from the lamps placed before you.

"Pope, wow." He watched as you placed a hand over your mouth, taking in everything he'd done. He loved the way his name sounded on your lips.

There were little oil lamps, and a blanket laid out on the dock, a picnic basket set in the middle of all of it, and you turned to him, only for your eyes to widen further. Pope had pulled a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers from behind his back, tied neatly in a blue ribbon.

"Pope-" You had tears in your eyes, the lamplight reflecting off of them as you took everything in, and for a second Pope was filled with concern. But you leapt into his arms then, hugging him tight and almost crushing the flowers, had Pope not moved them quickly.

"You okay?" he mutters the words against your hair, but he's smiling because he thinks you like it, he hopes you like it.

"You're amazing." You pull back as you say it, and you're grinning wide, causing him to do the same. A second passes before you're kissing him deeply and Pope is over the moon about it, holding you just that little bit tighter.

When you sit down, taking in everything, Pope points to the sky.

"You see how that star is shining brighter than the rest?"

You look up and nod, taking in the night air "yeah."

"That's because it's a planet, not a star."

"For real?" You look to him a little wide-eyed and Pope puts an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

"Yeah."

"What planet is it?" You turn your head to face him again, and he's so close that your noses almost touch. It's thrilling and it's fun.

"Honestly, I'd have to look that up, but I know it's a planet." Pope laughs nervously, and you kiss him, bringing back his confidence in an instant. Even if this is the last date you and Pope will have for a while, you're okay with it and so is he, because it's the most memorable thing you've ever done together.

AN: I'm sorry it's short but I literally had to write this in thirty minutes so, send help.

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yiiyiiwrites · 2 months

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Pope x Older Maybank sister

Summary: Pope x JJ's older sister (older by 2 years). Giving her a nickname: Missy. Just some cute Pope featuring another Maybank 🤭. 1001words

Pope hadn't expected to wake up tangled beneath the sheets with JJ's older sister. Her arm slung across his waist and face pressing into his chest. He peeked under the blanket, sighing at the sight of both them still somewhat dressed.

Inching back he gently lifted her arm from him and froze as his eyes fixed on the bruise on the back of her shoulder. Pope yelped, his body slamming to the floor.

Missy shot up, hands clutching the blanket to cover her top half. She squinted in the morning sun, smile playing on her lips as she Leant over the bed. "Morning, Pope." She fell back into the lumpy mattress and patted the free space beside her.

Blinking Pope stood, heart picking up at the realisation that he'd found himself there again. "Did we, did we?" He stuttered as he scrambled the small room for his clothes.

"Relax Pope, no ones home."

"How can I relax, I've slept with my best friends sister." He shoved his top on and stumbled into his trousers.

Missy flung the covers off. "Isn't that something you should have said after the first time." She smiled at Pope's shyness, his gaze not meeting hers but the ceiling as she grabs the first t-shirt she could.

It had to be that one, Pope groaned. JJ's baggy shirt hanging from her shoulders. Another reminder that he was out of his depth. He followed her out the room, if you could call it that. Was more of a glorified cupboard with a mattress on the floor and a small built in wardrobe.

"Look you only come around when your high Pope, I'm not expecting you take me out." Missy stared into the fridge, nose wrinkling at the lack of food inside. She shut the door, side stepping Pope to reach for the cereal.

Pope nodded. "Yeah I get that, but JJ." He leant against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest. "I can't ..."

"I'm not going to tell him," She said placing her hands on Pope's shoulders and giving him a squeeze. "Are you?"

"I'm a terrible liar, he'll know somethings up." His heart beat quickened in his chest the closer Missy leant into him. Their nights together were always such a blur, but they both found themselves coming back to one another.

Her vanilla scent lingered even when she retreated from his touch. Pope watched her dig into the cereal box and scoop it up, fingers plucking it from her hand to eat. "You know, high Pope doesn't overthink it. He's sure about what he wants."

There it was, her signature brow raise. Lips smirking enough to draw him closer. "Sorry, I'm trying not to freak out."

"Don't be sorry, you're normally long gone by now. I just assumed it didn't bother you." She shrugged tapping his chest. "We can stop whenever you want."

He knew she meant it, she always said what she felt. Part of him didn't want to keep leaving in the early morning, but the other half knew he couldn't stay too long. "High Pope wouldn't want that." He said with a smirk, his arms wrapping around her.

The slamming of the front door had them shoving each other away. Missy took a step forward as JJ entered, releasing the breath she was holding at the sight of her brother and not her father.

"Oh hey Pope." JJ narrowed his eyes at the two of them, gaze sweeping over kitchen.

"Pope was looking for you."

"Oh was he?" JJ tossed his bag on the table with a thump. "Because I was just at your place and your old man said you haven't been home." He moved forwards, Missy swerving from his beeline to Pope.

"I mean I..." Pope stuttered, his gaze pleading for Missy to say something, but she too was stumped on what to say. "I..."

"Why's your top inside out man?" JJ pulled Pope's sleeve and spun round to glare at his sister. "You slept with my best friend?" He shouted making her step back.

Missy froze, being on the other end of her brothers anger was something she'd never dealt with before. "JJ, I..." She said flinching as he raised his hand to snatch his hat from his head.

"JJ, I was high. Missy just let me crash in your room because she knew my dad would be mad." Pope blurted out, he stood between the two siblings, his hands lightly moving JJ away from Missy. "That's all."

He looked between the two of them, "Sorry man, it's just you two have been hanging out more with each other. I jumped the gun." He raised his hands and hugged Pope.

"Jumped a little high eh?" Missy said elbowing her brother out of her way to go back to her room.

"John B's waiting outside," JJ shrugged off his sisters response and grabbed his bag from the table as he made his way out to the porch.

"Just give me a minute, I'll be out in a sec," Pope called out to JJ, he watched him get in the twinkie before he pushed open Missy's door.

She glanced up from the cracked screen of her phone, deep breath escaping her lips. "Thanks Pope," she said pulling him down to the bed by his shirt and kissing his cheek.

He savoured the moment, eyes shutting and forehead touching hers. It didn't make any sense, both of them knew it, but they made the most of it. "I still don't understand," he whispered against her lips.

Missy held his face in her hands, thumb tracing his cheek. "You're nice to me, I feel like we both relax a little together." She kissed him and pulled away, hands slipping from him.

Pope flinched as the beeping of horns brought him back to reality and he rushed out the door, only to come back. "High Pope, bye Pope," he shouted slapping his palm to his face at his awkwardness.

"Bye Pope!" Missy laughed.

✨ I feel like Pope and JJ's older sister would be close and find comfort in one another. But they both know it's not something for the long run. - Yiiyii

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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First Time | Pope Heyward

Warnings: cursing, smut, loss of virginity, sex, soft sex, soft!Pope

Pairings: Pope Heyward x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N losses her virginity to her boyfriend Pope.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Pope’s house. The two of you were making out, passionately making out. You put your hands through his hair and gentle tugged. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him.

As the two of you were making out, Pope began to mess with the bottom of your shirt, about to pull it up but you stopped him. “Is something wrong baby?” He asked. “I thought you said you were ready for this yesterday, it’s ok if you changed your mind though.” He said. “I- no I want to have sex with you it’s just…” You paused.

“What is it babe?” Pope asked. “You know you can tell me anything right?” He said. “I know..” You sighed. “It’s just that…” You took a long pause before you told him. “I’m still a virgin.” You said. He looked at you then kissed your forehead.

“That’s ok baby, honestly, it’s a turn on that I would be able to take your virginity, that’s if you want me to that is.” He said. “No.. I want you to. I trust you.” You said. “Okay.” Pope said with a warm smile. “Just remember, at any point if you want to stop, let me know and we can stop everything.” He said. You nodded. “Use your words baby, please.” He said.

“Okay.. I understand.” You said. Pope kissed you again and gently took you off his lap to lay you down on the bed. He began to take your top off, then your bra. He studied your chest for a moment before leaning down to suck on your breasts.

His tongue swirled around your now hardened nipples making you whimper. You put your hands through his hair and gently tugged. Pope came back up and kissed your gently. He then started to pull your skirt off then your panties. You helped him pull off his top then his jeans and boxers. You were both naked now. He pulled a condom out of his nightstand and slid it on his dick. Pope then aligned himself with your entrance and he was about to thrust into you.

“Wait!” You said putting your hand on his chest. “What’s wrong angel?” He asked. “Just… please be gentle.” You said. “I will be gentle. I promise.” Pope said and kissed your head. He aligned his cock with your entrance again then gently pushed into you. You gasped and whimpered a little. Tears welled up in your eyes. Pope kissed your forehead again and gave you some time to adjust.

He began to gently thrust in and out of you at a slow pace. You held onto his shoulders. There was still some tears in your eyes and you could still feel some pain but it slowly kept getting better. After a few minutes of Pope’s slow pace, the pain was gone and you you started to feel the pleasure. You moaned out and held onto his shoulder tighter.

“Fuck.. please go faster Pope!” You moaned out. He obeyed your wishes and thrusted into you faster. Even though he was going faster, he was still gentle with you. He leaned down and started kissing your neck, surly leaving marks. You put a hand through his hair and moaned out louder. Your felt something building in your stomach. You could tell you were close to your climax. You dug your nails into his back a little and Pope groaned out.

“Fuck I’m so fucking close!” You moaned out. “I’m close too baby!” Pope groaned. You reached down and began to rub your clit as he thrusted into you, this thrusts starting to get sloppy. You threw your head back and arched your back slightly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He said. Right with that, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as you came hard on his cock. Moments later he came too. He pulled out of you and pulled the condom off his cock throwing it in the trash.

You laid there catching your breath. Pope laid beside you and you rested your head on his chest. You felt him stroke your hair softly making you smile. “I love you Pope..” You said with a smile. “I love you too y/n.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep in Pope’s arms.

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