#popeappreciation

To say your relationship with Pope and JJ had changed would be a lie. Not much had changed at all really. You were still the best of friends, there was just a lot more kissing involved. Like, a lot more kissing. And it was fantastic. Despite both you and JJ being pretty experienced sexually, it never went beyond heavy making out. Neither of you wanted to rush Pope into anything since he was completely inexperienced, and you also didn’t want to leave him out. So most nights together, after a heavy make-out session where some clothes might be shed, the three of you ended up cuddled up on the bed, none of you meeting your release.

You and JJ discussed the potential in the bedroom as you waited for Pope to finish up a delivery. His hand rested on your thigh, rubbing smooth circles into the bare skin as he spoke.

“I mean, it’s gonna be fucking hot,” JJ comments, smirking at the idea of having you and Pope at the same time. You roll your eyes.

“Of course it’s going to be hot, J, but I don’t want to rush him. You know how he gets when he’s overwhelmed.”

“Well then we’ll help calm him down,” He says, a childish grin on his face as he holds up his newly rolled joint. You slap his chest, sending him a glare. He puts on an innocent face, giving the back of your hand a kiss in apology.

“Sunshine, I think you’re the one getting overwhelmed. It’s Pope, let’s just talk to him about it.”

“Talk to me about what?”

You and JJ’s heads snap up. Pope’s voice floated down from where he stood above you on the dock.

“Um…um, you know, we were talking about-” You start to stutter, only for JJ to save you.

“We were talking about sex. With you. We want to have sex with you but we don’t want to make you feel like you have to if you're not ready.”

Dropping your hands into your lap, you sigh, nodding in agreement while refusing to meet Pope’s eyes. There were times where you were thankful for JJ’s blunt nature. When Rafe Cameron tried flirting with you at a kegger and JJ told him to fuck off. When Pope was freaking out about not being smart enough to get into college and JJ told him how much of an idiot he was being. These were all great times for JJ’s bluntness. Now was not one of those times.

The silence cut through you like a knife, neither of the boys speaking up and your voice seemed to be stuck in your throat. You weren’t sure why exactly this was so difficult for you. The three of you could always talk about anything. You’d even told them about the first time you got your period back in middle school. But you loved Pope with all of your heart, and so did JJ, and you just wanted everything to be perfect.

“Okay.”

You’re heart suddenly lifts, along with your head as you gaze into Pope’s beautiful eyes.

“What?” You mumble, looking back at JJ who wore his signature smirk, excitement glowing in his eyes.

“I want to have sex. With you. I want to have sex with both of you and I am ready,” Pope says with a sly smile as he echos JJ’s words. He hops down into the boat, flopping down beside you and JJ. Scratching his neck, his nervous smile makes your stomach flutter.

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I know you two are a lot more experienced than me, but I don’t care. I love you both and I want to be with you and I trust you to…to take care of me. God that sounds weird,” Pope chuckles and you take his hand. Pressing your lips to his, you can feel him smile against your own smiling lips. JJ pulls you away, moving in to take your place, giving Pope a deep kiss, pressing a hand to the back of his head. Kissing JJ’s cheek, and force the two boys apart, giving them a fake stern look.

“Save it for tonight, boys.”

The rest of the day was filled with an air of anticipation. Teasing touches, hungry kisses, there were a few moments where you thought everything would happen right then and there. Luckily, you spent the day just the three of you, Kie and John B off working, so they didn’t have to suffer through your disgusting PDA. By the time you got back to your apartment (that Pope and JJ practically lived at), you were ready to rip their clothes off. Judging by the way they grabbed you the moment the door was closed, the boys were ready to explode just as much as you were.

JJ’s lips are on your neck while yours caress Pope’s, feeling his blood pound through his veins as you do. One hand moves down his front, dipping below the waistband to palm his half-hard cock through his underwear. The moan that leaves his mouth is heavenly.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Pope groans. JJ nips at your next one last time before pulling away, resting his chin on your shoulder, eyeing Pope with a smirk.

“Well believe it, baby. You’re getting your dick wet tonight.” He says, forcing a giggle to spill from you. You move away from the door, pulling both of the boys with you down the hall and into the bedroom as you begin to shed your clothes. By the time you fall onto the bed, you’re down to your underwear, bra halfway off, while both boys are stripped down to their boxers. Pope hovers over you, helping you remove the offensive piece of clothing. The groan that leaves his mouth when he sees you bare for the first time makes you blush.

“So beautiful,” Pope exhales, a single finger dragging up your sternum and circling around your breasts. His breathing starts to pick up, movements hesitant as his hands hover over your nipples.

“Don’t be nervous, bubba, just do what feels right,” JJ says. He’s lying on his side next to you, eyes dark as he watches Pope slowly lower his hand down to squeeze your boob. He starts to gently massage it, making you moan at the soft touch.

“That’s it, now touch her nipple. Watch me.” JJ pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly. You moan at the feeling, the sound becoming louder as Pope copies the action on your other breast.

“Fuck…” he muttered, eyes focused on his actions, trying to get that sound to leave your pretty mouth again, and succeeding. JJ continues to work your nipple, encouraging Pope to copy his movements, leaving you a needy mess beneath them. As much as you loved what they were doing, you were ready for much, much more.

“Pope…JJ…please, I need more.” Pope groans at your neediness, not used to having a girl begging for his touch. The way you whispered his name like a prayer made his already hard member stiffen even more, almost painful against the fabric of his boxers. JJ leans down, nipping at your perky nipple, smirking at the yelp that you make. He shoves Pope lightly, mouth leaving your nipple with a pop.

“You gonna give her what she needs?” JJ says. Pope’s eyes suddenly widen, glancing between JJ’s smirking face and your hooded, needy eyes. Noticing his panicked look, JJ patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, bubs, I’ll tell you what to do. Come here, sunshine.” The second part is directed at you, situating himself on the bed so his back is against the headboard as he pulls your back against him. Pushing on your thighs, JJ spreads your legs for Pope, revealing your soaked panties covering your pussy.

“Look how wet she is for us. Doesn’t she look fucking delicious?”

“Fuuuck, yeah she does,” The low tone of Pope’s voice sends a shiver down your spine, eyes meeting his hungry ones. The thought of him absolutely devouring you makes your heart pound. The hunger in his eyes goes right down your core. JJ’s finger trailed down there too. Pushing the cloth to the side, he slides his fingertip through your folds, gathering your wetness before holding his finger out towards Pope.

“Taste her,” JJ demands. Pope follows through, lips wrapping around his wet digit, eyes never leaving yours as he licks your wetness from JJ’s fingers. You can hear JJ’s breathing quicken, the air hitting the back of your ear. His pardon is pressing against your rear as he holds you against his chest, lips exploring your neck.

Pope’s lips meet yours and you taste yourself against his tongue. Your moan vibrates across his lips, making him moan.

“You taste so good,” He mutters against your mouth. You smirk, squirming against JJ’s arm, trying to get closer to Pope.

“Why don’t you taste some more,” You whisper back seductively. In response, Pope’s lips trail down your jaw, moving down the other side of your neck that wasn’t been marked by JJ. He reaches your breasts, taking a nipple in your mouth, giving it some tender care with his tongue before moving to the next one and doing the same. He continues to trail down your body until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. Pope’s fingers hook under it, pulling the clothing down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room. Leaning down on his stomach, he gazes at your dripping center in awe. JJ’s lips detach from your neck, cheek resting against you as he looks down at Pope.

“Start slow, lick up her cunt a few times. Tease her a little bit.”

Pope does as he says, tongue sticking out to taste you. He moves up and down slowly, a long, breathy moan leaving your lips as he does. You bucked against his face, wanting more, only for JJ to press harder against your waist, biting against your shoulder as he squeezes your throat tighter for a moment.

“We don’t want to rush him do we?” JJ growls. You start to shake your head, Pope’s tongue delving between your folds making you interrupt with a moan. JJ’s hand grasps your neck, squeezing lightly as his mouth presses close to your ear. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“No, we don’t,” you mutter. Pope pulls away from you, peppering kisses to your inner thigh.

“I want to take my time with you. Been waiting for this for too damn long,”

“That’s right, bubba, take your time. This is all for you, she’ll get to cum when we let her. Now, work her clit. Just barely flick against it. I wanna feel her squirm.”

This little lesson continues on for what feels like hours. You do exactly as JJ wanted, squirming against his grip as he instructs Pope on all the best ways to explore your pussy. He purposely makes Pope avoid your clit, only allowing him to touch your sensitive bud every few minutes, just enough to keep you wanting and desperate against him.

You scream out as JJ orders Pope to move to your clit again. JJ chuckles darkly beside you, the vibrations of his laugh moving against your back.

“Please, please, I need to cum! Let me cum against your lips, Pope!” You whimper out.

Pope groans against your cunt, pulling away to look up at JJ, almost asking permission with his eyes.

“What do you think, Pope? Should we give her what she wants?”

“I don’t know, I’m having a lot of fun. But I wanna feel her cum.”

“I bet she looks so beautiful when she cum. I want her to scream your name. You hear that, sunshine, you’re gonna scream his name when he makes you cum. Then it’s my turn with you.” JJ bites at your ear lobe before instructing Pope to start using his fingers. He teases your entrance with the tip of one before slowly pushing it in, an elongated moan falling from your lips as he does. He pumps slowly, reveling in the feeling of your warm walls against him. He starts to pick up the pace as JJ tells him to, adding another finger and curling them against your special spot, your moans growing in volume as he does.

“Fuck, yes, Pope, right there!” you exclaim, head falling back against JJ’s shoulder as one of his hands grasps your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Suck on her clit,” JJ demands, the other hand moving to copy his actions on the other breast. You shout out as Pope does as he’s told, the combination of JJ’s hands on your breasts, Pope’s fingers pumping into you, and his mouth working your clit makes you see stars, fireworks going off in your body as you orgasm.

“Fuck, Pope!” You scream in pleasure. He removes his fingers, lapping up your juices like you were an oasis in the desert he was on the verge of dying from dehydration. Pope sits back on his heels, hand moving up to wipe his shining chin before JJ stops him. Gripping his wrist, JJ pulls Pope towards him, crashing his lips onto his in a heated kiss. He moans as he tastes you on Pope’s tongue, pulling away and gripping your jaw, turning your face to him, and attacking your mouth with his own. He shoves your face away, pushing you onto your stomach and sitting up on his knees.

He grips your hips, pulling your ass back against his bulging member before gripping your jaw again, pulling your back against him. Squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb, he smiles over at Pope.

“Are you ready for your first blow job, Pope? I bet her pretty lips will feel so good around your cock.”

Pope nods enthusiastically, pulling off his boxers and tossing them to the side. His large dick springs free, the size of it makes both you and JJ’s jaw’s drop.

“Fuck, Pope,” You groan out. Pope’s cheeks heat up as JJ chuckles.

“You’re going to take his cock so well, sunshine.” He pushes you down on your hands and knees, pulling his own boxers down and slapping his dick against your ass. “Mine may not be as big, but I know exactly how to use it. Now open your mouth and take that dick.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and sliding forward, slowly impaling yourself on Pope’s member. Pope groans at the foreign feeling, accidentally jutting forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Pope pulls back quickly, palm caressing your cheek as worry overcomes him.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asks. You just giggle, nodding your head.

“It’s all good, Popey. Just relax, okay? I’m gonna make you feel good.” You move your mouth back onto his dick, taking it a few centimeters at a time. Swirling your tongue around his shaft, you moan as JJ slides the tip of his dick through your folds, running it open and down your wetness. Pope grips your hair harshly, eyes squeezing shut as he is washed in a brand new form of pleasure. JJ groans at the sight before him, your head bobbing on Pope’s dick as the other man’s head falls back in pleasure. JJ sinks into you, cursing as your warm walls surround his dick. JJ starts to thrust into you, rocking you against Pope’s cock as he does.

“How does that feel, bubs?” JJ asks.

“Like heaven,” Pope sighs, fingers gripping your hair harder as you take more of him down your throat. “Fuck I’m not gonna last very long.”

At Pope’s words, JJ suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He pulls you off Pope’s cock

“You wanna feel heaven, man? Just wait till your balls deep in her pussy,” JJ promises. He instructs Pope to lay on his back, manhandling you onto his lap. You press your hands against Pope’s chest, leaning down to capture his lips with your own. Kissing up his jaw, you stop at his ear, smiling as you speak.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me, Pope. You’re gonna fill me up so good. Want you to cum in me. Can you do that, Pope?”

He can only nod as you lean back, biting your lip as you meet his eyes. Unexpectedly, you yelp out in both pain and pleasure as JJ slaps your ass, rubbing the stinging skin. His fingers move over to circle your tight hole and you gasp in shock.

“Such a dirty mouth. You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, sunshine? Are you a little slut for us?” JJ growls. Your moan as he slaps you again, forehead falling against Pope’s.

“Yes, I’m your little slut.”

“Think you can take both of us like the slut you are?” His finger dances at the entrance of your asshole, lifting a pornographic moan from your throat.

“Fuck yes. I want you both.” The grin on JJ’s face is devilish as he smacks your ass again.

“We’ll let Pope have some time with you first. It’s his first time, after all, we want him to feel special.” With that, JJ grips Pope’s dick, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance and pushing you down onto him.

Curses leave Pope as you sink down onto his incredible length, chest heaving as you almost cry out from the unimaginable pleasure. JJ kisses down your neck as he moves off the bed.

“Ride him good, sunshine,” He says before slapping your ass again, forcing you to move while he goes to rummage through a door. Bouncing slowly on his cock, your palms press against his abs as you grind your hips. Pope’s hands grip your own hips assisting you in your languid movements. You start to rock faster, moans filling the room as you angle your hips so his dick hits your g-spot.

JJ stands beside the bed, stroking his dick lazily as he watched the pornographic scene. He grips something in his other hand, putting it down for a moment to lean down and kiss Pope deeply. He does the same to you, gripping your jaw in his hand as he does.

He suddenly pushes you down so your chest is pressed against Pope’s, ass presented to JJ. He picks up the bottle and you shiver as something cold hits your asshole. JJ’s fingers return to the entrance, gathering some lube before slowly pushing two digits into your tight hole. You hiss out at the new feeling, almost collapsing completely against Pope, who is now thrusting up into your core.

JJ’s fingers pump in and out of you, helping you adjust as he kisses your lower back. He adds another finger, starting to pump again before Pope groans out.

“I’m getting close. Fuck she feels so good!”

JJ pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tip.

“Slow down, bubba. I want to be inside her with you.” JJ inches himself into your asshole, giving shallow thrusts as he does. You muffle your screams into Pope’s neck, the new sensation of JJ up your ass while also having two dicks at once overpowering you. You feel nothing else except for the pleasure each boy is giving you. You feel more connected to your boys than you ever had before. They develop a steady rhythm, moving together as one just like in everything else they do. Curses fall from your mouthing quick succession as you feel pressure build up in your gut. JJ’s fingers sweep around to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he can tell you are getting close.

“Cum on his dick, sunshine,” JJ commands.

Pope grips your hair, pulling you up for a wild kiss as his hips start to stutter.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You feel so good, I love you so fucking much,” Pope mutters against your mouth right before he comes, shouting your name into the air. You scream out as well, JJ putting extra pressure on your clit and forcing you over the edge. He slows down as you and Pope ride out your orgasms before pulling out of you and practically ripping you off Pop, pinning you onto your back. JJ stares down at your and Pope’s combined juices leaking out of you and lets out an animalistic groan. Gripping your throat, he slams into your pussy and you scream out. His pace is immediately brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

“God, you take dick so well, sunshine. You did so well for Pope, made him feel good. Can you do the same for me? I want to fill you up with my cum. I want you to be filled to the brim with me and Pope.” JJ’s downright sinful words make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Pope is suddenly laying beside you, his lips falling against your like a breath. The kiss is gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to JJ’s rough grip on your neck and hip as he slams into you. Pope’s fingers slide down your front until they meet your clit, rubbing soft circles onto it. He catches your moans and shouts as you approach your third orgasm. JJ’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, groans and curses sounding through the room.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to plummet into bliss, shouting incoherently against Pope’s mouth as you do. JJ isn’t far behind you, giving you a few more brutal, deep thrusts.

“I love you,” He proclaims right before he cums in you, filling you up just like he wanted. Giving you a few more shallow thrusts, he falls off to the side onto his back. The two of you are breathing heavily, Pope leaning over you to capture JJ’s lips, giving him a sweet kiss just as he gave you. He falls onto his back, taking your hand in his own. You take JJ’s and you swear you can feel the energy coursing through the three of you. It’s like a bond created by the universe, a string of fate connecting your hearts to each other that will be forever unbroken.

“So, how was it, Pope?” JJ questions. Pope just sighs before meeting JJ’s eyes across your body.

“Can we do it again?”

Both boys grin, but you just groan and laugh.

“I’m gonna need a break, boys. At least 3-7 business days to recover,” You say, arm falling over your eyes as exhaustion washes over you.

“Who said we needed you?” JJ says before rolling over you, bumping you to the side so he can hover over Pope, meeting him for a passionate kiss. The familiar feeling of arousal creeps into you as you watch the loves of your life share their love with each other. Fingers trailing down your torso, you start to play with your clit before a hand smacks it away. Pope’s eyes meet yours as he continues to make up with JJ, his fingers replacing your own, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. Sighing in content, you throw your head back, preparing your mind and body for a long night.

your eyes followed the voice and landed on a boy that looked to be around your age, cup grasped firmly in his hand despite his sober demeanor. you could tell he wasn’t drunk, which surprised you but also brought you a sense of relief. he didn’t have any fraternity memorabilia, not a single greek letter anywhere on him, which was slightly confusing but definitely not disappointing. 

you’d never seen him before, you were sure. you would’ve given him a second glance on any day, using the faded print on his hat as an excuse as to why you were looking a little longer than what was deemed appropriate in a glance. 

“i’m on mom duty for the night and i lost my child.” the boy laughed softly, raising his cup to his lips as he closed the distance between the two of you, only to face the same direction you were facing. 

“which one’s yours?” you laughed gently, feeling like two single parents on the bench of a playground while the looked for their toddlers. though it didn’t feel much different, looking for your drunk friends. 

“her name’s morgan. she-”

“freeman?” the boy gasped playfully, only to earn an eye roll and a soft shove from you. “sorry, sorry, i couldn’t help myself. morgan, though? she’s pretty tall, probably 6′ but refuses to say anything about 5′11?” your eyebrows pulled together in confusion, something that the boy picked up on easily. 

“she was in my intro to forensics class last semester. we study together sometimes.” you let out a noise of realization as you nodded slowly, deciding maybe this guy wasn’t some stalker that happened to know everything about your friend for no real reason. 

“well, she’s my roommate and my best friend, unfortunately.” the boy’s eyes lit up, a smile stretching across his lips at the newfound information. 

“you’re y/n then?” 

you’d never loved the sound of your name more than you did when it fell off of his tongue. the lilt in his voice gave you a head rush and goosebumps all at the same time. you felt yourself nodding, letting him know that that was your name and you hadn’t forgotten, though you were sure you would have had he not told you seconds prior. 

“i’m pope.” he held out a hand, the one that wasn’t gripping a cup filled with whatever he chose to get him through a party sober. his skin was soft, though you tried to not focus on that. 

his eyes were soft, holding a sense of comfortability in them. you didn’t know who this person was, despite the few facts you’d picked up on in the short conversation you’d had with him, but you wanted to know more, that much you knew. 

“well, pope. since we can’t find my child at the moment, which one’s yours?” he hummed softly, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels, and back again. 

“jj maybank.” you hissed softly, watching pope’s lips turn up in a wide smile at your reaction. 

you let out a soft laugh, smiling brightly when pope’s followed soon after. he was beautiful, truly. his laugh filled your senses, somehow taking over every thought that previously inhabited your mind. everything was replaced with the boy in front of you, smiling, laughing and talking with you. 

“you’ve got a long night ahead of you then.” pope nodded, clicking his tongue softly in anticipation to see what the night offered him. 

he’d babysat jj more times than he could count, which is something he told you shortly after. he’d grown up with the mischievous boy, both of them taking their turns of pulling the other out of trouble. he told you about their third, john b, who didn’t go to school here. 

jj was here on a soccer scholarship, pope an academic, though that didn’t surprise you. the way he spoke alluded to his intelligence, and you remembered hearing morgan mention the name ‘pope’ a few times while she spoke about study group. you faintly remember the term ‘genius’ being attached to his name in most of morgan’s stories about the boy, though you weren’t sure if that was because of his intellect or morgan’s ability to expertly exaggerate one’s self. 

they were in the same major, you learned quickly. and because you had never seen pope before, you were surprised to hear that he’d been to your apartment a few times for morgan to grab her things. you had been out every time, and now pope found himself upset about it. you’d just missed each other multiple times before tonight, and pope would be damned if he let it happen again. 

“y/n! there you are!” you and pope both turned at the sound of morgan’s voice, facing the girl who could barely stand straight. 

pope offered to take your drink while you reached for morgan’s frame, holding her up to the best of your abilities. she sighed in content, folding into you more than you would’ve wished for, but you held her up nonetheless. 

“pope!” morgan smiled widely when she realized her friend from class was standing just a few feet away from her. they’d kept in touch loosely, studying for a class they were both taking when need be. 

“hi morgan.” pope smiled politely, now gripping onto one cup in each of his hands while he watched the two of you, making sure he didn’t need to swoop in and hold morgan up in your place. 

“pope! my main man!” and just like that, both of the sober parents had found their drunk toddlers without moving a single muscle. 

jj came stumbling towards the two of you, clapping a hand onto pope’s shoulder before smiling at you and morgan. his eyes lingered on morgan for a moment longer than they had with you, which earned a nudge to the ribs, courtesy of pope’s elbow. 

“this is morgan and y/n.” pope introduced you quickly, to which you two finger saluted jj, keeping morgan tight against you so her friendly drunk persona wouldn’t step towards the blond. 

“nice to meet you, morgan and y/n.” you looked at pope quickly, rolling your eyes at the tone in jj’s voice. pope snickered, looking back at your two friends that were clearly ogling at each other. 

“do you guys need a ride home?” you sighed but shook your head, not wanting to be a bother to the beautiful boy and his already drunk friend. 

“no, that’s okay. it’s not a far walk-”

“y/n/n, i don’t want to walk.” morgan whined loudly, earning a soft snicker from pope while you rolled your eyes exaggeratedly. 

“you promised you were fine walking tonight, morg. you swore you wouldn’t make me call an uber.” morgan smiled at you, doing her best puppy eyes while batting her eyelashes in your direction. 

“it’s really no bother. i’ve gotta drop jj off anyways, and he’s right around the corner from y’all.” you bit on the inside of your cheek, a voice ticking in the back of your head telling you that you’d bother the boy by accepting. 

“c’mon, y/n/n. popie’s nice.” you scoffed at the dumb nickname that morgan gave the boy, not missing the way he cringed at the sound of it.

“okay, okay. thank you, pope.” 

he waved you off gently, telling you again that it wasn’t a big deal. he made sure to rope jj in to leaving, discarding both of your cups in a nearby trashcan, ignoring jj’s comment about ‘kie would be furious with you’. you raised an eyebrow at pope, silently questioning what that meant, earning a ‘old friend. big environmentalist’ in response. 

you clung to morgan the entire way back to pope’s car, thanking him when he opened the back door for you to be able to shove her into the backseat. you sat in the back with her and felt her slump against you within seconds of leaving the house party. 

you complimented pope’s music taste after a few songs, sparking a quick conversation about the few songs you’d heard on the ride. you knew all of them, having a few of them on your own playlists. 

you were ignoring jj’s sly looks between you and his best friend, opting to focus solely on pope and on neither of your drunk friends. though, that proved to be harder than expected when morgan started to deadweight you after pope had pulled up to your apartment complex. 

“morgan, i can’t carry you up ten flights.” morgan groaned loudly, pushing you off of her. 

it didn’t take long for pope to offer up his help, claiming that he could lock jj in his car without much thought towards him being alright. jj would survive, according to pope, for the time being. of course, you denied him the first few times he offered, but when he asked once more, after morgan had gotten dangerously close to falling asleep, he unbuckled his seat belt. 

it took pope all of twenty seconds to swing morgan’s door open and lift her out of the car. she would be mortified the next time she saw pope, but you had exhausted every option in your mind. pope didn’t mind, finding excitement in being able to spend a few extra minutes with you, even if it was because he was carrying your drunk roommate up to your apartment. 

the walk was mainly silent, apart from the few times morgan would thank pope for carrying her, with a quick thanks thrown in your direction for holding her shoes. you and pope would laugh, and you’d smile at pope’s sweet ‘it’s no problem, morg’. 

you’d share side glances and bright smiles, but neither of you dared to break the silence. every giggle that threatened to bubble out was suppressed, either by self restraint or the back of your hand pressing against your lips. you’d lift your elbow gently into his side, filling the void of not being able to brush your hand gently against his due to his holding up your best friend. 

it wasn’t until the two of you put morgan to bed that you made time for the two of you, walking the short distance from her bed to the front door in a comfortable silence. 

“thank you, again.” he stood in front of your door, hands folded into each other while he smiled and nodded towards you. 

“it was nothing, really. if she ever needs an escort, i’m a call away.” you flashed him a bright smile and a simple nod while you shifted your weight from your heels to the balls of your feet. 

“i guess i should grab your number then. you know, in case morgan ever needs a lift upstairs.” you shrugged gently, not missing the wide smile that stretched across pope’s lips before he held his hand out, palm facing upwards. 

“that was smooth, i’ll admit it.” you laughed gently, watching him punch in his phone number before texting himself. “now you have to use it.” he winked at you while slipping your phone back into your own hand. 

“i’ll be sure to do that.” he nodded again, waving off your hundredth thanks of the night and reached for the doorknob. 

“have a good night, y/n.” he leaned forward, closing the small gap between the two of you by placing a kiss on your forehead before walking into the hallway.

he walked backwards, smiling just in time for you to stick your head out of the doorway and wave at him, fingers wiggling in a wave that had him swooning. you yelled out a gentle ‘goodnight’ just before he opened the door to the stairwell and disappeared. 

you laid in bed ten minutes later, grinning up at the ceiling above you with thoughts of pope swimming through your mind when your phone buzzed on your nightstand. 

pope♥ : i’m starting to think that babysitting jj isn’t so bad 

“Heyward, calm down. You sound like my mom when I’m driving,” you said, rolling your eyes at the behavior of the boy in front of you. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be driving then? Ever thought of that? Here I thought you were top of your class?”

“Bro. I told you to stop bringing that up.”

“Awe, you don’t like people to know that you’re smart?,” Pope smirked.

“No. Now, c’mon, we have places to be.” You quickly pulled on his arm to get him to follow you. After finally crossing the barrier between the Cut and Figure Eight 

As the pair entered her house, he looked around in awe at not only how big the house was, but also how empty it looked. He quickly came to the assumption that your older brother was out with his friends like usual. “C’mon, this way. Hope you brought your swimsuit,” you said, leading him towards your backyard.

“This keeps getting weirder and weirder. If you’re trying to drown me or something then I don’t think it will work out, I can swim. I’m actually a pretty good swimmer, you know, there have been way too many times where I’ve fallen into the water or JJ has pushed me into the water. Actually, John B has more than anyone, but, uh, yeah. Please don’t drown me, I’m way too young to die-”

“Pope, chill out, I’m not going to drown you. Just take a look for yourself, please,” you smiled at his rambling, pointing in the direction he needed to go. 

Pope hesitantly walked out towards your backyard, looking around in astonishment at how far you had planned this out. There were the usual string lights that were always hung in your backyard, but in addition to that, you had brought out your projector, a sheet, a bunch of blankets, and a bunch of snacks. “What’s all this, y/n?”

“So, uh,” it was your turn to ramble,” I figured since we haven’t gotten a chance to hang out recently and you got so mad, well not mad, but like disappointed, when I said that I hadn’t seen any of the Star Wars or Marvel movies, I figured we could watch some. And of course, if you would rather watch something else, then you have free reign over the remote, I don’t really have a preference. Also, don’t feel obligated to stay if you don’t want to-”

You gasped when you felt strong arms engulf you in a hug before hearing a muffled thank you. “Aw, bub, it’s no problem, c’mon there are movies to be watched.”

The two of you finally decided on started with The Phantom Menace, going with watching all the prequels tonight, and then you would watch the originals and the sequels another night. 

The two of you had gotten comfortable by the grass near the edge of the pool, somehow ending with your feet dangling into the water. “Y’know, no one has ever gone through all the stops just for me. My favorite movies, my favorite food, my favorite girl,” he said. 

You smiled after hearing how happy he was about tonight, but your smile grew even more when you saw that he was already looking right at you, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips. 

You kinda assumed that Pope wouldn’t act on what he wanted to do, so using that ounce of confidence you initiated the kiss. Pope clearly shocked by your actions, froze, but when he realized what was happening he quickly kissed you back.

The next sequence of events seemed to have happened in slow motion, once the kiss broke apart Pope had tried to stand up, forgetting he was still in the pool, causing him to fall in. You tried hiding your laughs at the fact of your best friend falling into the water, “uh, Pope, you ok?”

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny,” Pope said, holding onto your knees. “Pope, you fell into the pool, that’s always funny.”

“You’re not going to laugh when it happens to you,” before you could move, his hands had moved to your ankle, pulling you into the water. 

“Pope,” you groaned to the boy laughing at you. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, but you fell into the water, that’s always funny,” he mocked.

“No, no, no. I was pulled into the water, that’s not as funny,” you pouted.]

Shortly after the two of you left the water, laying closer to the projector, starting an episode of The Clone Wars, so that way you could watch the original trilogy next time you did this. 

Pope stayed sitting up, enjoying the series that he had watched so many times with the girl of his dreams laying in his lap.

“Did you like the movies?” Pope asked drawing shapes on your shoulder as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, I see why you love them so much. Like omg, Anakin turning to the dark side in episode three, with the build-up from episode two, all the foreshadowing, the way his actions led to who he became, Pomegranate, or whatever his name is, manipulating him. Oh my god, I loved it.”

“Pomegranate? You mean Palpatine?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Wait, so what happens to Obi-Wan? Or like the twins… Oh my god the twins,” you yelled quickly standing up,” What the fuck is going to happen to them? Like- brooooooo, literally, are they Jedis? Are they just going to be thrown off one planet? Are they going to die? Be killed?”

Looking back at Pope, you only saw the dopey grin on his face,” what is it? Did I say something stupid?”

Pope remembered his first time like it was yesterday. It sucked. JJ had set him up with some random touron who thought he was cute, telling the girl that he had yet to lose his virginity. The girl smirked at him, taking his hand and leading him the room in the chateau that JJ had so graciously offered up. Pope had gotten a half hearted blow job then let the girl ride him until he came. It was awkward and unfulfilling, despite the fact that it was his first time being inside someone. It was when the touron (JJ had never told him her name and pope was too awkward to ask) was collecting her clothes that Pope realized he wasn’t like JJ. He couldn’t fuck random girls then move on the next day. He needed a connection, a spark. He wanted to make love, as cheesy as it sounded.

When he met you, he knew he’d found that person.

You were a Kook, introduced to the Pogues by Sarah. Pope had fallen for you almost instantly, his infatuation only growing as you spent the day together on the Pogue. The others were there too, but to pope it felt like it was just the two of you. Conversation flowed like a stream, soft and calm. When John B pulled up to Sarah’s dock to drop you and her off, Pope had stopped you, asking for your number and the possibility of a date that weekend. His grin was indelible when you said yes.

One date turned to two, then three, and it wasn’t long till you were six months strong. JJ had laughed at him, calling Pope pussy whipped for planning such an elaborate and romantic date for something as simple as a six month anniversary. But this was more than just an anniversary. You had discussed it and you were finally ready to give all of yourself to Pope, and he was ready to give you the most perfect night, much better than his own first time.

He’d convinced everyone to leave the Chateau for the night, cleaning up the pig stye to the best of his ability before picking you up. He cooked you dinner, setting the table complete with candles and roses, it was beautifully cheesy. He’d picked up your favorite for dessert, cuddled up on the couch you ate and talked about how unbelievably happy you were. When the dessert was finished and the plates cleaned, Pope took you hand and pulled you towards him, chests pressing together as  he stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, face concerned and voice soft. You grinned up at him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“I want you, Pope. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

He grins and pulls you back in, lips moulding together as his arms wrap around your hips, leading you blindly through the Chateau to the spare bedroom. Pope had cleaned, changing the sheets and picking up all the random shit JJ had left in his time there. Now there were candles and soft pillows and your favorite blanket from Pope’s house.

You giggled as he tripped slightly passing through the doorway, not wanting to remove his lips from yours. He laid you back gently onto the mattress hovering over you, lips moving to your neck as his fingers played with he hem of your shirt.

“Can I?” He asked. You nodded and sat up, allowing him to pull the garment over your head. His jaw dropped in awe, taking in the beautiful lace bralette that covered your breasts. Sure, he had seen you in a bikini before, but there was something so beautiful and alluring about the piece of lingerie that made his heart pound and his dick harden.

You worked on the button of your shorts, Pope helping you and pulling them down your legs, revealing a match set of panties. You giggled when Pope groaned, the beautiful sight before him almost too much. Pushing you back down, he resumed the passionate kiss that almost made you lightheaded and dizzy in all the right ways.

His nimble fingers worked their way to your covered breast, massaging the mound through the fabric before pinching your hardened nipple, earning a soft moan from you.

“Does that feel good?” Pope asked, loving that he was the one causing those lewd noises.

“Y-yeah. Keep going. Touch me more.”

Spurred by your words, Pope moved down your body, kissing every inch of skin he came across until he reached the waistband of your panties. Snapping the elastic, he looked up at you with a smile.

“Can I take these off?”

You just nod, the anticipation stealing the voice from your throat. Soft kisses followed the trail of your underwear, stopping at your ankle. Pope moved back up, staring at your soaked entrance with hungry eyes. One hand wraps around your thigh, pushing your legs farther apart, giving him access to your most precious area.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Are you ready?”

Intertwining your fingers with his, you smiled, eyes wide and needy as you spoke, “I’m ready, Pope, please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Pope didn’t hesitate to give in to your desires. Pope had prepared for this moment, wanting to give you nothing but the best and most pleasurable experience. After a little too much research, Pope felt confident in his movements, and if the moans that left your mouth were any indication, he had every right to be.

He kitten licked your clit, the movements soft and gentle but sent waves of pleasure up your body. He moved his head down, licking a stripe up your folds, tasting your wetness and moaning into your center.

“Fuck yes, Pope, that feels so good.”

He continued his ministrations, tongue moving from your clit to your folds as you started to squirm above him. After a few minutes of tasting you, he brought his fingers into the mix, gathering your wetness on their tips before sinking one into you slowly. Pope gave you time to adjust, but you didn’t need much, Pope’s mouth had left you soaked and ready. He increased the speed of his digit until you begged for him to add another and another.

The sounds filling the room were vulgar. Pope’s fingers squishing in and out of you as he sucked on your clit, moans falling from your lips as you got closer and closer to your climax. The coil in your gut tightened. You bucked your hips to meet his fingers, desperately chasing your release.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Pope, I’m gonna cum!” You shout. Pope helped you towards your orgasm, fingers increasing their speed as his tongue pressed flat against your clit. You screamed as you clenched around his fingers, juices leaking out of you. Pope lapped them up, fingers slowly leaving you, forcing a whimper from you at the emptiness. He sat up, locking eyes with you as he sucked your wetness from his fingers. The sinful sight before you almost made you come again. You joined him, sitting up to grab at his shirt, yanking it off him before pulling him down with you. One of your hands reached down to push his pants and boxers down, freeing his dick and allowing you to grasp it. Pope moaned against your mouth, the sensation of your hand around him overwhelming.

“I want you, Pope, please, I want to be yours.”

Pope pulled you in for another passionate kiss, throwing all of his love into the single action before moving away to grab a condom from his pants pocket. You took it from his hand and ripped the package open, slowly rolling it onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be inside you,” Pope moaned.

“Then stop waiting.” Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him and forcing him to hover over you. His hand rested beside of your head, holding him up as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Meeting your eyes one last time, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips, a stark contrast from the hungry and passion filled movements of earlier.

“I love you,” He whispered. You smiled up at him.

“I love you too,” You replied. He gave you one last look, silently asking for permission. You nod, and he slowly entered you, tip gliding between your already damp folds. You took a deep breath adjusting to the new uncomfortable but wonderful feeling of being filled. Pope was gentle with you, moving slowly and allowing you to adjust until he was balls deep.

“How are you doing?” He asked. You took a deep breath, quickly becoming used to the foreign feeling and needing more.

“Good. Start moving, I’m ready.”

He did as you asked, starting with slow, shallow thrusts. It was wonderful, your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to thrust, one hand wandering your body, taking in every curve.

“Fuck, faster, Pope,” You moaned. The way his name fell from your lips made him groan, his pace increasing significantly. His hand stopped it’s wandering, finding it’’s home on your clit, rubbing soft circles as he thrusted faster and harder. You became a mess beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist and fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you.

There had never been a pleasure better than this, and you knew it wouldn’t have been better with anyone else. Sure, sex was great, but if you’d had your first time with anyone but Pope, it wouldn’t have been the same. The pleasure and ecstasy was only enhanced by the love shared between the pair of you. It come through in the kisses and touches and the way Pope chanted your name like a melody.

Pope’s thrusts became sloppy, eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed your clit faster, wanting you to cum once more before he did. His arm wrapped around your thigh, hiking it up higher on his hip, reaching a new spot in you that made your eyes roll in the back of your head. The new position plus his movements on your clit had you seeing stars, your orgasm building up, ready to fall of the edge.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck, Pope, don’t stop!” You screamed. He thrusts harder, making sure to hit that spot that had you yelling his name. With a shout, you clenched around his dick, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. He wasn’t far behind you, the feeling of you cumming around him and the sight of you completely undone pushing him over the edge. His hips slowed as he shot cum into the condom, finally stilling inside of you before pulling out, falling onto his back beside you.

Your arm was  draped over your eyes, chest heaving with adrenaline. You suddenly giggled, turning to gaze up at Pope who had a goofy grin on his face.

“That was amazing,” He said, eyes bright. You traced shapes onto his bare chest before pressing a kiss to it.

“You were amazing,” You muttered, meeting his eyes then his lips for a lazy kiss.

The two of you laid their for a while, coming down from your highs and basking in the love and sex filled air. Pope’s fingers ran through your hair before gently tugging on them, forcing him to look up at you.

“Want to do it again?” He asked. You grinned, rolling over to straddle his waist.

“Do you think JJ will want his room back? I don’t ever want to leave.”

“Fuck JJ,” Pope said before sitting up, wrapping his arms around you and meeting your lips in a fiery kiss. Suffice it to say, JJ didn’t get his room back for a while.