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mooki3-bear · 2 days ago

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This is perfectttt!!! We need more pope fics!

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

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

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

wc: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why wasn’t he being rough?

why wasn’t he being selfish?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s not mine.”

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

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

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

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mooki3-bear · 12 days ago

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Nightime Shenanigans 🐰ྀི C .sturniolo

"I got you baby, tell me what you want."

⟢ NSFW AHEAD!!! smut, fingering, dry humping, biting. mentions of smoking and being high.

@bernardsbendystraws for divider

Her stomach was in knots, her body rigid as she sat beside Chris on the couch, surrounded by his brothers.

It was her first time sleeping over, and despite her initial excitement, she now felt like bolting for the door. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be there—she’d been looking forward to spending the night with Chris—but once the possibility of sex entered her mind, the nerves kicked in. She was still a virgin, and Chris knew that, but the uncertainty of what might happen made her anxious.

Then, seeing his brothers at home—meeting them for the first time, no less—only added to the pressure. She wanted to make a good impression, but instead, she was spiraling.

She remained tense the entire evening, barely saying a word—a stark contrast to her usual self. Chris noticed, confused by her uncharacteristic silence, especially since she typically had no trouble talking his ear off.

Eventually, Chris realized it was Nick and Matt making her nervous. He caught the way her eyes trailed after them with every movement, how her voice dropped to a near whisper whenever she answered one of their questions. It amused him a little—she was usually so bold with him, but now she looked like she was trying to shrink into the couch cushions. Still, beneath the humor, he knew her well enough to sense the growing overwhelm. If he didn’t step in soon, she might end up crying from the stress.

"Alright, Bun and I are heading to bed," he announced suddenly.

Relief immediately crossed her face—finally, an escape. But as she stood up and followed him down the stairs, that comfort quickly faded. Going to his room meant privacy… and privacy meant the possibility of that happening. The thing she’d been silently stressing over all night. One anxiety had ended, but another one was just beginning.

They stepped into his room, and she lingered near the wall, her body tense and unmoving as he quietly shut the door behind them.

Chris kicked off his Nike slides without a second thought, then flopped backward onto his bed with a deep sigh, letting the mattress swallow him whole. He lay there for a moment, eyes closed, fully relaxed.

When he eventually cracked one eye open, his gaze landed on her—still standing stiffly in the corner like she didn’t know what to do with herself. She hadn’t moved an inch.

“Bun… what are you doing?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

She bit her lip, glancing away before softly replying, “…Standing?”

He chuckled and pushed himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, that’s definitely what it looks like.”

He stood up fully and walked over to her. “Why are you just standing there all tense? Thought you’d relax now that Matt and Nick aren’t around.”

She shrugged softly, fingers nervously twisting together. He caught the nervous habit and his expression softened.

“Hey, talk to me, Mama. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m just… nervous,” she whispered, her voice barely carrying across the room. Chris furrowed his brows, studying her carefully, then nodded slowly. “Okay, you’re nervous… but about what?”

She swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the floor as she muttered something too quiet for him to catch. “You gotta speak up, Bun. I can’t help you if you’re mumblin’,” he said softly, stepping a little closer.

She huffed softly, her fingers twisting together as she fought to meet his gaze but failed. After a long pause, she finally whispered, “…I’m nervous about sex.”

The quiet lingers between them, thick and soft, like the moment right before a secret is shared. Chris watches her, noticing the way her fingers twist nervously and how her eyes keep darting away, searching for an escape.

He shifts a little closer, his voice low and gentle as he reaches up to toy with one of her curls. The touch is small but deliberate, warm enough to ease the tension between them.

“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to,” he says softly. “I didn’t ask you to stay over because I expected sex. I asked because I wanted to be near you. To spend time with you. To fall asleep in the same bed.”

He smiles, quiet and reassuring. “If we do have sex, then we have sex—and I promise I’ll make sure it’s something you enjoy. But if we don’t... well, I’m pretty good at just lying here looking sexy."

His hand lingers near hers, steady and warm—a silent promise that he’s not going anywhere. The tension in her shoulders eases, and she lets out a small, relieved laugh—the first real sound she’s made all night.

She finally lifts her gaze to his, eyes wide and uncertain, shimmering with a fragile hope. “…You—you promise it’s okay if we don’t do anything? Like, you won’t be mad at me or anything?”

His expression tightens, brows drawing together with irritation. Fierce protectiveness. His voice was low, firm, and unwavering—every word a quiet command wrapped in care.

“Mad? Anyone who ever got pissed at you for saying no is a dumbass—and I’ll make sure they know it. You don’t owe anyone a thing. Not now, not ever. You call the shots. I follow. simple as that."

He grips her chin gently but with undeniable authority, holding her gaze without blinking. His voice is low, firm, yet carries a quiet warmth.

“You hear me? You don’t owe anyone anything, especially not me. You got that?”

She meets his intensity, swallowing hard before nodding, her shoulders relaxing as the weight of his words settles inside her. In that moment, she feels safe—protected by his unwavering care, something she didn't really feel in her past relationships.

He studies her face intently, searching for any sign of doubt or dishonesty. When all he sees is clear understanding, he nods slowly and releases her chin. Without hesitation, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close, his touch firm but protective.

“Good. Now get your ass in bed and relax. I’m gonna step outside for a smoke real quick, then I’ll come lie down next to you. You need anything while I’m gone?”

She shakes her head softly, and Chris’s lips curl into a sly smile. Before she can react, he swats her ass sharply. She lets out a surprised squeal and jumps, and he chuckles quietly to himself.

With that, he turns and heads for the door, closing it behind him with a soft click.

She lets out a quiet sigh and drifts toward the bed, mumbling to herself as she climbs onto the mattress and settles in. About twenty minutes later, Chris walks back into the room, his eyes downcast and tinged faintly red.

He lazily peels off his shirt, tossing it over the chair near his desk, then crawls onto the bed beside her. Reaching for the remote, he starts flipping aimlessly through the endless carousel of streaming services.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks softly.

She shrugs, barely audible as she murmurs, “Anything’s fine.”

He lands on a show they’ve both seen a dozen times and sets the remote aside. Then he pulls her in close, her head resting on his chest, one leg draping over his waist as they settle into the quiet comfort of each other.

They lie like that for about an hour, the room quiet except for the soft murmur of the TV. Eventually, Chris notices the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing and the way her eyes keep fluttering shut. He glances down at her and smiles, brushing his hand over her back before giving her a light pat on the butt.

“C’mon, Bun,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. “Gimme a kiss before you knock out.”

She hums sleepily, barely lifting her head as she shifts closer. With a soft sigh, she tilts her face up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.

It’s meant to be soft — a quick goodnight — but the moment stretches. Her mouth lingers against his, slow and warm, her hand resting lightly on his chest as her thumb moves in a lazy circle.

Chris kisses her back, matching her pace, his hand finding the curve of her waist. The kiss deepens just slightly — unhurried, heavy with comfort and quiet want.

Without saying a word, Chris gently shifts, guiding her onto him with quiet ease. His hands rest on her waist, light and steady, more supportive than suggestive — as if he just wants to keep her close, to feel the weight of her there.

“Chris—”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, cutting her off softly. “Just wanna kiss you, that’s all.” He leans in, pressing his lips to hers again — slow and unhurried, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. Despite her earlier worries, she finds her body buzzing as she sinks into the deepening kiss, her skin starting to feel hot as his hands brush along the soft skin of her thighs.

As if her body were on autopilot, she slowly and timidly began to rock her hips, drawing a soft groan of pleasure from the man underneath her. Chris reinforces his grip on her hips, pushing their clothed centers against each other, rocking his own hips to match her rhythm.

She whimpers gently against his lips as she feels the familiar tingle spread through out her cunt, the wetness beginng to form between her thighs. It feels good, more than good, but she needs more.

"Chris," she whines out softly as she pulls away from his lips, a soft pout planting itself on her face as she looks down at him. Chris rolls them over, his body now settled between her legs. He continues to grind his bulge against her warm center, his lips attaching themselves to her neck.

"I got you baby, tell me what you want." His raspy voice and lewd words cause her face to burn with embarrassment. Instead of vocalizing her want, she shyly grabs his hand, pushing it towards the waistband of her shorts. He raises his head and gives her a look, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. She gives a barely noticeable nod, but Chris catches it, his hand starting to remove her shorts. He does it slowly, giving her time to back out if she wants to.

He gets her shorts all the way down to her ankles, throwing the satin material somewhere in his room. He kisses her once more as he snakes his hand into her panties, swiping a finger through her slick folds and groaning at the feeling. She shudders at the new feeling, his hand feeling completely different than her own.

She whimpers as he begins to toy with her clit, the tips of his middle and ring finger drawing slow and precise figure eights. The lewd sloshing noises fill the bedroom, mixing in with the low sounds coming from the TV.

Figuring she was wet enough and relaxed, he slowly sinks two fingers into her aching cunt, her velvet and spongy walls clamping down on them like a vice. He slowly begins to pump them in and out, occasionally curling them. Her head drops back onto the pillows as she lets out the occasional moan, her hips rocking as they chase his fingers.

He looks down at her as she clenches her eyes shut, the strain in his sweatpants only getting harder as he takes in the pleasure on her face. She looked so pretty, and he knew that when she finally reached her peak, her face would be enough for him to reach his own.

She had that effect on him.

He redoubled his efforts, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers, curling them every time he reached the hilt inside of her. He uses his thumb to swirl against her clit, making sure to keep the same tempo.

Her whines and moans get louder as the pleasure increases, her fingers clawing at his back. She could feel something-almost like a knot-forming in the pit of her stomach, her thighs starting to quiver as her toes curled.

"C'mon Bun, open those pretty eyes." His other hand gently grabs her jaw, lightly tapping her face and getting her to open her glossy eyes.

"There she is, my pretty girl. You got it, let go f'me."

Her eyes roll back at his praise, her body tensing as her orgasm washes over her, her body soon going slack. Chris groans out, his own orgasm hitting him, a wet patch forming on his pants. He gently and slowly removes his fingers from her weeping hole, popping them in his mouth and moaning at the taste.

He goes to climb off the bed but stops when Bun whines and yanks him back down, immediately curling into his body.

"...stay." She mumbles softly, her eyes already closing as she holds him tightly. He chuckles softly and pulls the blankets over them, grabbing his phone and turning the TV off in the process.

He rubs her back softly as he unlocks his phone and sends a quick text to Matt and Nick, telling them that if they heard anything coming from his room, to not joke about it or act up in the morning for Bunny's sake.

He lazily drops his phone down on the nightstand and snuggles deeper both into his bed and bun. He kisses her forehead and nose before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

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