oceansglimmer

ocean - 25 - she/they - mdni !!!

Literally only sending this ask to let u know I loved it & it was great no further questions lol

the first time you and pope have sex, he cums before he can even put his cock in. he can't help it. he's trying to make it good for you, his mind feels all mixed up as his shaky hands guide the tip of his cock to swirl around your clit. he does it to tease you, but ends up letting out a shocked whimper as he cums all over your clit just from that small touch.

"m' sorry. please, please m' sorry. it was an accident. it felt so good i couldn't help it," he whimpers, tears welling in his eyes, terrified you're gonna be so disappointed in him that you won't want him anymore. humiliated that his cum is leaking down your pussy before he even got it in. "let me... i'll touch you. please, please, i'm so sorry sweetheart. m' so sorry. gonna make you cum."

you try to soothe him when his voice wavers through his tears, but he doesn't listen. he just nestles down between your legs and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open before licking your clit. he moans as you whine and squirm under him, licking your clit again in little slow circles.

"sweetheart..." he whispers against you, adjusting your legs so they are over his shoulders, letting you dig your heels into his strong back. "use me. use me, please. i need you to use my face."

you end up with your hands in his hair, tugging so hard at his beautiful curls that he whimpers in pain. your thighs are squeezing around his head as you wildly buck your hips up against his face, humping him in a desperate animalistic way, unable to make yourself stop, crying out his name again and again until your throat aches.

pope lets you grind your pussy all over his face, groaning as your clit drags up and down his nose, his tongue slipping out to lap up your pretty hole. he kisses and licks and sucks, drawing gorgeous sounds from you, tears spilling from his eyes as you dig your heels hard into his back and cum all over his tongue.

he climbs up your body then, kissing your face frantically, his own face wet with his tears and spit and your slick. he's trembling, grabbing onto you and holding your body to his chest, your chest still heaving from cumming so hard.

"was it okay? did it feel good?" pope whimpers into your ear, his voice so vulnerable it makes your chest ache.

pope doesn’t like being called “baby.” 

he doesn’t say it out loud, but the first and only time you ever said it, you felt the shift in him. it was as if a blackhole had opened up in him, and he got this far away look in his eyes. 

it confused you for a moment, until it occurred to you that smurf calls everyone baby.

you should have realized it before, honestly. you could still remember the uncomfortable way your insides twisted up the first time you heard that word coming from smurf’s mouth, the ugly way she drew it out while leaning towards her sons.

after that, you decide to never call pope that again. instead you find yourself thinking up new names for him, ones hopefully untainted by his mother. 

you already know he likes to be called andy. it makes him smile ever so faintly when you say it. he tries to hide his smiles, something you’re trying to make him stop doing, but you can pick up on his subtle tells. a tiny little “good morning, andy” will make his mouth twitch up ever so briefly, his eyes squint just a touch. 

when you call him handsome it is when you’re getting ready for a date. he’s put on a new shirt, it’s lavender, and as you watch him do the buttons up you can’t help but go up to him and finish them for him.

“look at you, my handsome boy” you say in a low teasing voice, and  he actually blushes. his cute cheeks blossom into a pretty shade of pink, his gaze avoiding yours. it makes him mumble some nonsense about that not being true. you just shush him and promise that after dinner, you will show him exactly how handsome he is. 

you call him several variations of “pretty,” as many as you can think of. pretty boy, pretty angel, sometimes just pretty. it has a similar effect as handsome, but amplified. it’s as if the words make him try to crawl out of his own skin. he squirms and tries to hide his face from you. it makes you grin and try to uncover his hands from his face, telling him every pretty thing about him. 

“i mean it, pope” you say, grabbing his cheeks, feeling how warm they get, “you have pretty eyes. a pretty nose. pretty freckles on those pretty cheeks and shoulders…” you trail kisses down each feature as you go until you have him undressed and whimpering for you, “you have a pretty cock,” you tease before wrapping your lips around the tip, bringing soft whimpers from him.