#mayward smut

[playitaagain]

In honor of @thistreasurehunter being back today I’m going to post the smut she convinced me to write. It is basically porn without plot. The only plot is JJ vising Pope out at school. I don’t think you can call that a plot. I would basically call it porn. 

18+ only people 

JJ doesn’t even have time to step in the door before Pope is shoving him against the wall, lips colliding with his in a heated kiss. He doesn’t mind though, not as Pope brings his hand up to press against his cheek while the other slides into his hair, not while he can slide his own hands around Pope’s waist, push his shirt up so he can finally feel Pope’s smooth skin after months apart. 

“What about your roommate?” JJ manages to get out between each press of lips. Pope’s body is pressed against him, knee between his thighs and JJ can barely think. He’s been craving this for months now, waiting until he could finally get his hands on Pope, until he could finally feel Pope’s fingers dancing over his skin and igniting a fire in his veins. 

“He went home for the weekend,” Pope answers, letting his lips slide off of JJ’s and pressing open mouth kisses to his jaw and down his neck. He stops at one particular spot, one that he knows will drive JJ crazy, and sucks until the skin is red and blotchy. JJ knows in that second that they are barely leaving this room this weekend. 

The hand in his hair slides down easily, wraps around the back of his neck and pulls him down, causes a gasp to escape his lips as Pope plunges his tongue into JJ’s mouth, warm and wet as it slides across his own. The action alone has JJ’s hips jerking forward, rubbing his already aching hard on against Pope’s waiting thigh. Pope smirks against his lips, pulls back, a trail of saliva separating them as he looks into JJ’s blue eyes. 

“You’re a little desperate for it, huh?” If he is talking about his dick then JJ can say without a doubt that he is desperate for it. Facetime and his own hand were nothing in comparison to the real thing. And that look on Pope’s face right now, eyes dark and wanting and demanding just turns JJ on even more. 

JJ takes a moment to take him in. He remembers a time when Pope had been shy and nervous in bed, when they first got together. This Pope exudes confidence and it was one of the biggest turn ons JJ has ever experienced. 

“Desperate for a good fucking,” JJ finally replies. Pope merely smiles at the words, crashing his lips to JJ’s again, fingers sliding from their place on JJ’s neck, across his chest, until they land on the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion that article of clothing is tossed to the side, forgotten as Pope presses against him, lets his lips fall to JJ’s jaw and down his neck.

JJ’s head falls back as Pope’s fingers glide over his abs, wrap around a nipple and tease. The action has a groan leaving his lips, eyes sliding closed when Pope takes the other one in his mouth, flicking the nub with his tongue. JJ sucks in a breath of air, lets his fingers settle on Pope’s shoulders as he slides across his chest, his fingers abandoning his other nipple in favor of his lips. Those same fingers trail down again, light and warm as they land on the waistband of his pants. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” Pope mumbles and it takes JJ a moment for him to even process the words as the button on his shorts is flicked open and the sound of the zipper catches his attention. He doesn’t have to be told twice to step out of his pants, kicking them off with his shoes across the room. 

The moment of pause has his eyes blinking open, a frown pulling down his lips when he notices Pope is still wearing all of his clothes. Pope must notice the look because he pulls his hands away from JJ - and wow, JJ misses them more than he will ever admit - and pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before he connects their lips again. 

JJ takes the opportunity to run his fingers over Pope’s chest, tweaking a nipple as his fingers dip lower, sliding around his back. Pope groans against his lips, JJ’s fingers sliding into the waist of his shorts, each hand cupping an ass cheek as he gives it a good squeeze. The motion has Pope shifting forward, the bulge in his pants prominent as he rubs against JJ’s thigh. 

Pope isn’t having any of that though as he pulls his lips away, just enough that JJ can feel his breath fanning over his lips, see the intensity in his eyes. “I’m the one in charge here.” The words are soft but firm and if JJ hadn’t been turned on before he sure as hell was now. 

He simply nods at the words, eyes wide as he watches Pope shift, lips dragging over his body until they find the waistband of JJ’s boxers. Pope glances up, even in this heightened state of arousal and dominance he still checks in, and JJ gives him a single nod, a sigh leaving his lips when Pope tugs his boxers down, his erection springing free. 

JJ doesn’t even have a moment to process as Pope leans forward, wraps his pretty lips around his dick and slides his wet tongue along his vein. JJ groans, leans forward as his fingers scramble to grab something, anything. They end up grabbing Pope’s shoulders as he steadies himself, eyes closed. It’s been months since he’s felt that mouth around his dick and shit he missed it so much. 

The lips wrapped around his dick are quick to slide over the sensitive skin, tongue leaving a trail as he pauses at the top, lets it sweep over the slit and collect any precum dribbling out. JJ sucks in a breath as Pope takes him whole again, lets his teeth scrap just right across JJ as he moves his head back up. 

Pope takes the moment of shock to wrap his fingers around his balls, gives them a good tug before he works them through his fingers, sticks his pointer out to rub against his hole. “Shit,” JJ breaths, fingers moving to tap against Pope’s shoulder. “I’m going to-”

Pope doesn’t need to be told twice as he pulls away, let’s JJ’s dick fall from his mouth with an obscene wet sound. JJ is panting as Pope presses his lips back to his, lets his arms wrap around JJ’s waist as he pulls them flush together. JJ can taste himself on Pope’s tongue, opens his mouth so Pope can deepen the kiss. 

Their lips stay connected as Pope pulls him away from the wall, turns just enough so JJ finds his knees connecting with the bed, tumbling backwards and nearly hitting the wall in the process. He isn’t focused on that tough, merely watches closely as Pope reaches for the button on his jeans, flicks them open with one quick motion and lets them fall down his legs. Pope steps out of his pants, nearly gets them caught on his shoes before his fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers and in one swift motion, he pulls them down his hips, kicks them aside and steps up to the bed again. 

JJ doesn’t even have a moment to admire him before Pope is on him again, gentle as he pushes him enough so JJ’s head is situated on the pillows, stuffing one under his back in the process. JJ sucks in a breath when Pope’s breath fans over his nipple, eyes closing and knuckles white as he grips the bed. 

“I need you,” JJ groans and he can feel Pope’s smirk against his skin, feels his erection twitch with desire as Pope’s lips slide down, fingers dancing over his stomach until they pull away completely and JJ hears a cap. 

“Be patient,” Pope mumbles and JJ sucks in a breath when Pope’s fingers, slick and ready, slide over his ass and down his crack. 

Pope waits a moment, lets his fingers brush back and forth over his ass hole, presses against his hole a few times before he finally slips a finger in, reaches his other hand forward to wrap around JJ’s dick as a distraction. 

JJ gasps as the first finger slides in, back arching off the bed. They haven’t done this in ages and JJ can tell, frowns as Pope starts to move a bit and he’s happy that Pope is always patient and prepared. The lips on his stomach distract him though, sucking marks into his skin as Pope’s hand pulls him just right. 

It isn’t till JJ lets out a whine that Pope slips another finger in, smile on his lips as he lets his talented mouth slide down JJ’s leg, shifting so his face is inbetween. He doesn’t wrap his pretty lips around JJ again, knows it will probably put him over the edge, but lets his lips trail kisses across his thighs, beard tickling enough to have JJ jittering with shock. 

The distraction leads to another finger and JJ finds this one is easier to take, like his body only needed a moment to catch up. The fingers press for a moment, waiting, and JJ finally opens his eyes, breath catching at the sight of Pope between his legs. The other takes this as a sign to hook his finger just right, a groan leaving JJ’s lips at the touch. JJ’s back arches off the bed as Pope starts to move his fingers, drag them across that spot as JJ groans under him. 

“I’m ready,” JJ manages, chest heavy and body ready to connect with Pope’s. He feels Pope smile against his thigh, misses the other as he pulls his fingers out, goes to cover his dick with lube as he slowly brings his lips up JJ’s body until they finally land on his, open and ready for Pope to slide his tongue inside. 

“Pope,” JJ whines as Pope hovers above him, takes his time to kiss him dirty. JJ doesn’t want that though so he arches up, presses his dick to Pope’s naked thigh and Pope seems to get the hint, shifts so he is between JJ’s waiting thighs and lines himself up. 

JJ lets out a deep groan as Pope pushes forward, back arching off the bed. The other moves slowly, waits a moment for JJ to get used to the feeling, to take a few deep breaths, before JJ taps his shoulder, indicating for him to start moving. 

And he does. 

“Fuck, Pope,” JJ groans, back arching so he can press his chest as Pope’s. The other moves in a steady rhythm, one hand resting on JJ’s ass while the other holds him up, lips moving to press against JJ’s neck as to not block the beautiful sounds the other is making. 

“JJ,” Pope breaths against his skin and JJ wants more. He lets his fingers wander, moves to wrap them around his aching cock, but Pope notices, grabs his stray hands and tugs them above his head, fingers tight around his wrist but not forceful. “Not tonight.” 

That alone has JJ’s stomach tightening as he meets Pope’s eyes, dark and full of lust. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” The words have Pope swooping down to capture his lips again tongues clashing as Pope picks up his pace, pumps in and out of him. JJ takes the opportunity to wrap his legs around Pope’s waist, shift the angle just right. 

Fuck. There it is. 

JJ groans, long and loud, as Pope brushes his prostate, eyes closing. He lets his head fall back, hands being tugged together so Pope can hold them with one over his head, the other trailing down his arm and over his chest. The lips are quick to accompany the hand, each wrapping around a nipple and JJ doesn’t know how long he’s going to last, feels it building up and tipping him over the edge. 

The fingers slide down, pointer barely teasing his cock as it trails up, swipes at the precum dripping before Pope pulls it away. “Open your eyes,” he commands and JJ does as he’s told, watching a Pope lifts his finger to his lips, sucks the precum off. 

The pressure finally bursts as JJ arches up, moaning as he shoots his load between them, stomach covered in white globs and ass clenching. Pope steadies his pace, pushes into JJ slow and easy as he rides out his orgasm. “Shit,” JJ breaths, but Pope is still moving, eyes closed as JJ starts to come down from his high. “Let me take care of it.” 

Pope doesn’t slow as he lets go of JJ’s hands, holds himself up on his elbows as JJ’s lips press against his, fingers trailing down to tug at his balls, one, twice and a third time before Pope is filling him up, groan leaving his lips and JJ’s name echoing in the small room. 

The other rides out his orgasm, eyes closed and face pressed into JJ’s shoulder. JJ’s fingers move to his head, scratching the back of his scalp like he knows Pope likes as the other catches his breath. It only takes another moment before Pope pulls out, a groan leaving his lips as he lets himself fall on JJ. 

“That was so fucking hot,” JJ mumbles, lets his arms wrap around Pope so he can hold him closer. He can feel Pope’s cum in his ass, feel it dribbling out but doesn’t even care as Pope starts to press small kisses to his neck, like he is apologizing for the marks JJ knows are covering his skin now. 

“We need to shower,” Pope finally says as he pulls back just enough to catch JJ’s eyes. “We can’t sleep like this.” 

JJ doesn’t want to move, but he isn’t stupid. He nods, frowning when Pope pushes away from him and slides off the bed. JJ goes to follow, noting the way his legs ache as he slides to the edge of the bed, sore and tired from the previous events. Pope has him though, wraps an arm around his waist and presses a kiss to his lips. “I got you,” he whispers and JJ nods, cum dripping from his ass and down his legs as Pope helps him to the small bathroom in his room. 

“I know,” JJ smiles, warm and tired as Pope turns the water on, lets it wash over JJ first as he cleans him up. 

[jjpopeweek]

Join us for JJPope Week 2021: October 4th-10th!

I am so excited to announce that we are back for another year! Thank you to everyone who participated in 2020, and thanks to everyone who filled out the survey! Your feedback was very helpful in organizing this year’s event :) You may have noticed we have made the change from ‘Mayward Week’ to ‘JJPope Week’. This is just to be more recognizable to people who may be less familiar with the ship, and it is the same event as last year!

Prompts:

For the gif/art/fanvideo makers:

Day 1 - October 4th: Favorite JJPope scene from season two

Day 2 - October 5th: Favorite JJPope episode from season two

Day 3 - October 6th: JJPope + a song/quote/poem that reminds you of them

Day 4 - October 7th: JJPope + colors

Day 5 - October 8th: JJPope + glances

Day 6 - October 9th: JJPope + touches

Day 7 - October 10th: Free choice

For the fic writers:

Day 1 - October 4th: Rewrite a scene from season one or two

Day 2 - October 5th: Angst or Hurt/comfort

Day 3 - October 6th: JJPope from an outsider POV

Day 4 - October 7th: AU

Day 5 - October 8th: Fluff or established relationship

Day 6 - October 9th: Future fic or pre-relationship

Day 7 - October 10th: Free choice

Rules:

- Please post every work to Tumblr so that we can reblog it (if your content isn’t reblogged within 24 hours, please send it to us via private message so we can fix that!)

- Please tag your work with #jjpopeweek2021

- Participate in as many or as few days as you want!

- If you have any questions feel free to reach out

- As the characters JJ and Pope are minors we ask that you please not write smut/have nsfw elements in your JJPope Week creations. If you do they will not be reblogged by us.

- Have fun!

JJPope Week 2021 is run by @diazbuckleys, @maddiebuckley and @jossetesaltzman. If you have any other questions you can reach out to any of us as well :)

Feel free to promote other places such as twitter, and please reblog to spread the word!

[brelione]

Mayward Smut HC’s

Request:Mayward smut headcannons?????+ JJ and Pope pegging eachother

heheheheehehe

Constantly switching positions

Not even bothering to be quiet when the others are there

John.B is trying not to laugh and also trying not to cry because his bed keeps shaking since its right next to their room

Pope leaving hickes all over JJ

Pope tries to make himself look better before he leaves the room but its no use because his voice is hoarse and his hair is messy

He’d walk out the next morning in JJ’s hoodie and he’d act like nothing happened

But then JJ just walks in shirtless covered in hickeys

“Nice.”Kiara looked over at the hickies, laughing when her girlfriend smacks her thigh and shushes her.

@topperjjandrafesslut​ @outerbongs​  @copper-boom​  @httpstarkey​ @teenwaywardasgardian @drewswannabegirl​  @simonsbluee   @jiaraendgame  @khiaraaa-in-spacee​  @on-socks-off​  @abbiesthings​ @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless @dmonchld​  @popeheywards​ 

[domesticmail]

jmaybanks’ masterlist!

welcome to my masterlist!! sorry it’s taken a second to get it up and running, i saw that i’m close to 500 followers so i figured i would finally do this!

fics: generally over 1k words, will have pairing/warnings specified!

blurbs: typically under 1k words, not serialized!

icons:

✰ smut

✩ fluff

✿ angst

❀ personal favorite

jj maybank x reader

artist!reader

hammocks and hamburgers - in which y/n refuses to take a break from her painting, not even for food

✿ selfish - requested jj x reader angst based off of this song

❀ you send me - you’ve never painted a sunset before. john b. forces jj to fix this problem asap. slight jealous!jj vibes

of kooks and pogues - a series

one - after your mom died, you and your dad needed a place to escape, somewhere her memory wasn’t haunting you around every corner. one day, your dad comes to you with a new home on an island you’ve never heard of: the outer banks, paradise on earth.

dancer!reader

✩ the window - requested jj x reader where they pine after each other every saturday morning

young!reader

scrapes - a series

✿ one - you’re the youngest of the pogues by a year - 16 to their 17. they love to care for you, baby you, make fun of your age. that was all fine and dandy for a while, but the jokes got tiring, so you decided to prove your strength to the group. when you hurt yourself after some dangerous shenanigans, you find out that one of them cares more about you than you’d thought before.

the wreck, a collection of obx blurbs based off of a prompt list!

jj maybank x reader

❀ not your type

surfing

catch your stare

mayward

that night

[sortagaysortahigh]

Also guys...in Posies fic im def throwing canon obx out of the window and bringing in shit i wanna see so when everything seems wonky as fuck just know its bc of my homosexual chaos. However Mayward will not exist in this fic :( but SarahKie will and im deciding on JombeeTop but tbh im giving Jombee the range he needed in the show. I cant use mayward bc HINT HINT Posie’s love interest. So stay tuned ;)

ALSO chapter 2 of the perfect match will be up later tonight and possibly chapter 6 of white boys. But either way expect chapter 6 and 7 of white boys before sunday bc like i said the series is coming to an end. Oh and that Sarah fluff is coming out this week too. Cart girl part 2 is post poned bc of the angry anons in my inbox who are way too thirsty for noncanon rafe. Oh and i will be posting another Pope fluff with a hint of smut in it this week bc i started drafting it last night.

[makebank]

I just read through your masterlist and every fic is incredible!! Do you have any fics you are working on right now?😌❤️❤️

don’t mind me sobbing!!! thank you 💕

okay so i’ll let you know i’m in school so i tend to not have a lot of free time. but randomly i’ll have time and bust something out.

but right now i have a jj and rafe request i’m going to try to get to soon.

i want to participate in pope appreciation week this week but not sure if i’ll will get the chance.

also mayward week and bricks spooky week thing.

lastly, i have a jj series completely planned out but i just need to get writing on it so i can post part

also i just posted this smut for jj not sure if you read this or not

so as you can i have PLANS to do lots lol. so we shall see 😌

[amerie-wadia]

i wanna write more mayward tonight bc i need a distraction and i have a few ideas but is there anything that y’all would be interested in reading (i won’t write smut and i’m not really into like AU’s)

[thistreasurehunter]

And So the Wind Blows

A/N: Set in the After the Rain timeline (1 - After the Rain; 2 - Testing the Waters; 3 - Reflection; 4 - Comes the Rainbow; 5 - And So the Wind Blows). All characters are aged 18+.

Summary: Pope finally finds out what it feels like. Or: The One with Pope’s First Blow Job.

Requested: Yes, by multiple anons.

Genre: Smut (with a sprinkling of fluff)

Word length: 2.8k

Warning: Adult content – explicit descriptions of an M/M sexual relationship. (Over 18s only please.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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Pope was – pretty much – obsessed.

He already knew he spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about JJ. He always had. Even back before the afternoon of the storm. Back when he would yearn for him from a distance. Back when he would drink in the sight of JJ lying shirtless in the hammocks, the twinkle in his eye when he threw his head back to laugh, or the pensive, slightly sad look he had when he thought nobody was watching him. Back when all these thoughts were all tinged with nagging guilt and the bitter tang of wistful longing.

Then they got together, and Pope finally had a legitimate excuse to spend the majority of the time he wasn’t actually with him, thinking about JJ. He became a constant, low level thought that was never far from the front of Pope’s mind.

And then they’d taken their relationship a step further. And Pope had finally seen JJ in a new way. Had known him like he had never known anyone before. Had experienced him. And had let himself be experienced by JJ too.

And now Pope was – pretty much – obsessed.

While at work, Pope thought about JJ’s hands: big and strong and slightly calloused. Walking down the street, he thought about the weight of JJ in his hand, the feeling of JJ bucking and groaning and shuddering in his arms. In the shower, he fantasised about JJ’s hand on him, strong and slick, pumping fast, eyes focused on him, tongue – hot and wet – darting out to lick his full, soft lips, the bob of his throat, the hot grip and pull, the pressure and then the release.

Yes, Pope was obsessed. He was also horny. Very horny. All. The. Time.

It’s like JJ had woken something inside him that Pope couldn’t get back to sleep. It was up and awake and just wanted to get off. The up bit was starting to be a bit of a problem. He felt like he did back when he first hit puberty. Pope was conscious of his body again. The constant need he felt left him hanging hot and heavy and fuller than normal. Pope also found himself getting unwanted erections at the worst possible times: getting a semi watching JJ flexing and balancing on his surf board while riding the waves, getting completely hard when JJ settled himself in Pope’s lap while the Pogues were hanging out at The Wreck. Waking up with morning wood – every – single – day – and having to deal with it while his parents puttered around in their usual morning routine; once, calling him down for breakfast when he was quivering and thrusting and right at the point of no return. Not his finest moment, Pope admits.

But – as far as he could tell – JJ was feeling exactly the same way. Since their first experience together, they had taken every opportunity they could to get each other off. The very next time Pope touched JJ, he leaned forwards while JJ sighed and squirmed under Pope’s hand and whispered reverently into his ear, “Last time, I thought this angle felt weird. Well I just want you to know,” he smiled, keeping up the satisfying pull and twist of his hand, “that I want us to do this so many times, in so many ways, and until it becomes so familiar, that touching myself is what feels weird.” JJ groaned and came hard, and Pope smiled into his hair.

And since then, whenever they were alone, they just couldn’t keep their hands off each other: in Pope’s bedroom, hurriedly before his mum got home from work; slowly and passionately in John B’s spare room; quietly, tangled up in one of the squishy chairs on the porch of The Chateau, the night air cool on their overheated skin, giggling and feeling naughty, knowing the others were sleeping just inside. And once – very memorably – at The Wreck, after JJ noticed Pope pressing hot and hard against his backside and he flashed him a look of wicked suggestion. Getting up from the table they had pretending to go for more drinks, but had actually locked themselves in a bathroom stall. It was a hot rush of unbuckling and quickly pushing hands into each other’s underwear, frantic pumping, pushed up against the stall door, alternating between staring – panting – into each other’s eyes and looking down to the slap and the spank of skin on skin, feeling the fast, rough bite of friction, and – finally – muffling the sounds of their moans against necks and shoulders as they collapsed against each other, shuddering their release into the warm, close space between them. Pope was sure he caught John B eyeing the damp patches where he had tried to wash JJ’s cum stains off his shirt, and – he didn’t realise until much later that night when he got home – the spot he’d missed, a sticky white glob that had begun to dry into a flaking crust on the fabric.

Pope could hardly believe how these experiences with JJ had changed him. He felt light, free, relaxed, satisfied. He felt confident. At home in his own skin. Pope finally felt like he was being his genuine, authentic self. Granted, it was still mostly in private, but even so, he felt content. Outwardly, nothing had changed. But inside, Pope’s heart was singing. Happiness, Pope thought. That’s what this must be, happiness and the contentment that comes from desiring someone and having them desire you back.

And that’s what Pope was thinking when JJ said it.

They were lying on Pope’s bed. Pope had just got JJ off with fast, confident pulls, his teeth nipping his lobe, and – just as JJ began to tense – the firm, wet push of Pope’s tongue in his ear. Now he was lying on his back, JJ palming him, their mouths connected in an intense, dirty kiss that spoke of an unspeakably filthy promise. And that’s when JJ pulled back, his chest still heaving, and asked, simply, “Do you want me to give you a blow job?”

Pope’s mind blanked. For a second, he felt caught in slow motion, watching JJ’s mouth form the words, but not quite processing them. And then his brain caught up and he felt something like a jolt of electricity and a rush of warmth course through him and he surged up to capture JJ’s mouth again and kiss him hungrily, panting between kisses, “Yes… JJ… yes… please…”.

JJ pulled back, grinning. “Yeah,” he said. “I think it’s about time you find out what this feels like.”

Pope’s heart was hammering and he could feel a familiar throb in his groin. Finally, Pope thought. Yes, finally I’m going to know.

Pope’s eyes fixed on JJ’s lips as he smiled and kissed his way down Pope’s body. He spread Pope’s legs with his hands and settled in the space between his thighs. He saw JJ eyeing him: thick and stiff and eager. JJ’s eyes looked hungry – and also, perhaps, a little nervous – then he swallowed and leaned forward slightly to breathe in Pope’s clean, musky scent. Pope shivered.

Pope saw JJ’s tongue dart out and wet his lips, saw them press together briefly, sliding over each other as JJ readied himself. Then JJ looked up, caught Pope’s eye and gave him a cheeky wink and the sight of him there, his face so close to Pope’s straining erection, was the sexiest thing Pope had ever seen.

Right up until the moment JJ leaned forwards, took hold of the base, and – never breaking eye contact – ran his tongue up the shaft in one long, wet stripe. Pope let out a keening whine. Yeah, no that, Pope thought, his chest heaving, hands gripping the sheet and eyes fighting to stay open and focused on JJ. That was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

JJ grinned widely, then brought his tongue back to Pope’s silky smooth skin and began licking the shaft, tongue broad and flat and wet, then pointed, following the swell and ridge of a vein, soft over the tip and then flicking teasingly over the slit.

Pope threw his head back and closed his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, and let the sensations overwhelm him. His senses were on overdrive. Hyper aware of JJ’s shoulders pressing the inside of his thighs, JJ’s hands on his hips, JJ’s tongue worshiping him. He felt amazing. It was hot and wet and soft and intimate. He could feel the pressure building quickly, it was so good, too good. He felt JJ pump his shaft with his hand a couple of times, then take the entire tip into his mouth and suck lightly. Pope felt an urgent throb of pressure and suddenly it was too much, too good, too fast…

“Oh, no, stop, stop.” He cried out suddenly.

JJ pulled back immediately.

“Pope?” he asked concerned, wiping his hand over the back of his mouth. His eyes darted over Pope, noticing how his hands were fisted in the sheet, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut, breathing deeply and looking like he was concentrating very hard on something.

JJ breathed out a sigh of relief, understanding.

“It’s okay.” He reassured quietly. “Just take a moment.” He saw Pope jerk his head in a nod.

JJ carried on looking at Pope as he lay there, calming himself and trying desperately to bring himself back from the edge. JJ reached out a hand and pinched hard with his thumb and index finger, right at the base of Pope’s erection. Pope’s face relaxed a bit.

After a couple more deep breaths, Pope opened his eyes and nodded.

“Okay,” his said shakily.

JJ smiled kindly, giving Pope’s thigh a comforting squeeze and leaned forwards again. Gently, he took the head back into his mouth. He feels particularly huge from this position, JJ though proudly. Slowly, he tried bobbing his head a bit. He heard Pope groan above him, his legs trembling slightly. JJ stopped when he started to feel like he was approaching the sensation of too full and swallowed experimentally. Pope moaned again. JJ felt Pope’s fingers gently make their way into his hair, not pushing or directing, just teasing slowly through the strands. JJ’s heart clenched slightly, it was such a simple action, but in the moment, it felt almost overwhelmingly sweet and intimate. JJ sucked and brought his head up and bobbed it down again, swallowed and then pressed forwards with his tongue. Pope was panting now, making high pitched little moaning noises and – JJ knew from the twitching of his hips – he was trying desperately to stay still and not thrust up into JJ’s mouth.

Feeling a little more confident, JJ started bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, sucking and working what he could with his tongue. He knew he probably wasn’t taking very much of Pope into his mouth, but it was what he felt comfortable with this first time. At one point, he went down a little further and the head hit the soft palate at the back of his throat and JJ gagged a little and pulled up slightly. Pope had sucked in a sharp breath and let it out in a long, low moan.

Listening to Pope’s reaction was doing things to JJ. Knowing he was the cause of the grunts and the groans and the little high-pitched whines, coupled with the feeling of Pope hot and hard in his mouth was turning JJ on. He could feel himself getting hard again. Continuing his attentions on Pope’s length, JJ shifted his hips slightly so he was able to rut against the mattress and relieve some of the pressure building between his own legs.

Pope was dimly aware of JJ humping the mattress as he continued to bob and suck and lick. The feeling was indescribable. Pope’s whole body was thrumming with electricity. His thoughts were clouded, he was so sensitive, so reactive, he felt like a highly strung ball of energy and sensation. His entire world had narrowed to the feeling of JJ’s mouth on his cock. The pressure was building again. Pope twitched and tightened his fingers in JJ’s hair slightly. JJ increased the pace of his movement, head bobbing faster, sucking harder, his hand leaving Pope’s hip to pump the part of the shaft that wasn’t in his mouth. Pope’s stomach muscles clenched, his thighs twitched, he tried desperately to fight the urge to thrust up hard and fast into the warm wetness. The pressure kept building and building and a hook behind Pope’s navel twisted sharply and then he was urgently crying out, “JJ! JJ, I’m gonna…” And JJ was moaning and sucking the head, tongue flicking over the slit, fisting the shaft and thrusting wildly into the mattress. And Pope was trembling and shaking and clenching, hand gripping JJ’s hair. And then, for the first time ever, Pope was cumming in JJ’s mouth. And JJ was swallowing and coughing and swallowing. And Pope was pulsing and releasing and emptying himself inside his boyfriend. And it was hot and sticky and perfect.

When Pope came back to his senses, JJ was sitting up and shuffling forwards on his knees to hover over him, his hand rapidly fisting his cock.

“That,” JJ grunted, “was just so,” he threw his head back, “fucking,” he groaned, “hot!” he gritted his teeth and then his face went slack as he released his load all over Pope’s chest and stomach.

JJ slumped and flopped down next to Pope. His hand found Pope’s and he interlaced their fingers. JJ’s hand felt sticky, he was splattered with cum, and his sweat was starting to dry on his skin, but Pope had never felt so perfectly content before. He squeezed JJ’s hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” JJ whispered back, and Pope could hear the smile in his voice.

JJ looked over and flushed slightly. “Jeez, Pope, you look completely wrecked. Sorry – here, let me…” JJ grabbed his tee and started wiping the mess off Pope’s skin.

“Ew, J,” Pope smiled and squirmed, still extremely sensitive. “That’s your tee, you’re going to have to put that back on.”

“Oh, yeah” JJ looked down absently, grimacing at the gloopy mess on the fabric.

“You’ll have to borrow one of mine,” Pope smiled, and JJ felt something soft and warm light up inside him at the thought of wearing Pope’s clothes.

“Guess I’ll have to,” he agreed, but Pope could see his secret little grin. They looked at each other softly for a moment and Pope reached up and tenderly wiped a spot of cum from JJ’s cheekbone. JJ huffed a small laugh and lay back down next to Pope, interlacing their hands again.  

“Nice touch with the pinching earlier,” Pope said.

“Yeah,” JJ smiled. “I’ve always found that works when you feel like you’re about to cream but you just want to last a bit longer.”

“Yeah,” Pope hummed. “It was just so good, and so much all at once. I’ve been imagining that moment for, probably years, I just didn’t want it to be over so quickly.”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” JJ reassured. “Think I pretty much came on contact the first time someone did that for me,” he admitted. “They’ve just got a mind of their own sometimes.” Pope laughed.

“So, what I’m saying is, it would’ve been okay if you had,” JJ added softly. “Like, no worries. And no judgement from me. Ever. About anything. Standing promise.”

Pope turned to look at him. “Likewise,” he replied, and JJ smiled.

“So,” Pope asked, “what’s it like?”

JJ’s eyes flashed. “Honestly,” he said, “when I was first eye to eye with it, I was just like, ‘woah, JJ that is intimidatingly big…’” Pope laughed again. “Girls definitely make it look way easier than it actually is. And then… it was like nothing I’d ever done before. And it’s a bit of a stretch, and I wasn’t quite ready for it so deep when it hit the back of my throat. But it was also so good.” He squeezed Pope’s hand. “Feeling you fall apart under me was incredible and then hearing you announce your orgasm like that was – just – so – sexy.” He leaned over and punctuated his last words with little kisses, ending by nuzzling their noses together.

“Wow, that sounds amazing,” Pope breathed into the space between them, so close his lips brushed JJ’s as he spoke. “I can’t wait to try it.” And JJ groaned, connected their lips and pushed his tongue into Pope’s mouth. And Pope smiled into the kiss, tasting the faint tang of salt.

[thistreasurehunter]

Something New

A/N: Set in the After the Rain timeline (1 - After the Rain; 2 - Testing the Waters; 3 - Reflection; 4 - Comes the Rainbow; 5 - And So the Wind Blows; 6 - And Blows Again; 7 - Something New). All characters are aged 18+.

Summary: Pope wants to experiment. Or: The One With the Rimming

Requested: Yes, by multiple anons.

Genre: Smut (with a side helping of fluff)

Word length: 3.9k

Warning: Adult content – including explicit descriptions of an M/M sexual relationship. (Over 18s only please.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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It was the weekend. JJ and Pope had spent the day hanging out with John B and Kie. They’d taken the HMS Pogue out in the morning, done a bit of fishing, then returned to The Chateau to chill. They lazed in the hammocks and cooked up the fish they’d caught that morning in the fire-pit; laughing and joking over cold drinks and fresh, grilled fish.

Late in the afternoon, Kie left to go help her dad prepare for the evening rush at The Wreck. The other three stayed where they were, caught up in a game JJ had come up with that involved passing random objects between them without letting them touch the floor, using only their feet.

They’d been passing Pope’s snapback between them for a solid twenty minutes when John B’s phone pinged and he missed the pass from JJ, letting the hat fall to the floor.

“Dude!” JJ exclaimed, hands raised.

John B shrugged and checked his phone.

“It’s Sarah inviting me over,” he said. “She’s got the house to herself.”

“Booty call,” JJ grinned. “Sounds like you’re in there, mate.”

John B grimaced back. “You know, I’m not even sure. To be quite honest, things have felt a little off between us recently. I can’t quite put my finger on it. She just seems a little… distant, I suppose. She’s been hanging out with Kie a lot. So, yeah, who knows what it means.”

“Women. Just so complicated, man,” JJ let out a sigh of mock exasperation. “Yeah, tits are nice and everything, but cock is far superior. You should just level up and find yourself a nice guy to date instead.” He winked at Pope. “Just not this one, ‘cos he’s taken.”

Pope grinned, rolling his eyes.

“Guys!” John B shook his head frowning.

“Oh, quit whining,” Pope chuckled. “We all know you ship us hard.”

“So hard,” JJ added. “So, very, very hard. As hard as we make each other.”

“Oh, dear god!” John B cringed, covering his ears with his hands. “Mental images! Forcing their way into my brain. Cannot un-think!”

JJ and Pope both laughed.

“Well, on that note, I’m off.” John B patted himself down looking for the keys to the van and started towards the door. “You kids stay safe now. And for God’s sake, don’t cum on anything, please!”

“Don’t worry,” JJ called after him. “We swallow.”

“NOT LISTENING!” John B called back, hands over his ears again as he left, the front door clicking shut behind him.

JJ caught Pope’s eye and Pope raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “So, shall we?”

And JJ barked a laugh. “Hell, yes!” he said, pulling Pope to his feet.

They stumbled towards the spare room, which by this point had basically become JJ’s room, laughing and kissing and fumbling, hands pulling off clothes and blindly knocking into furniture in their haste.

“John B’s really going to appreciate the trail of discarded clothing leading to your room,” Pope smiled, glancing over JJ’s shoulder.

“Don’t care,” JJ breathed, his lips pressing kisses along Pope’s jaw. He took the lobe of Pope’s ear into his mouth and sucked. Pope shivered and JJ grinned, grazing his teeth along the flesh.

The door was barely shut behind them before JJ was sinking to his knees in front of Pope, hands scrambling to unbuckle his shorts.

Pope rested his head back against the door and allowed JJ to pull his shorts and boxers down, but before Pope had chance to step out of them, JJ was leaning forwards eagerly and taking Pope into his mouth.

Pope groaned, long and low, both his hands going to JJ’s head, fingers carding through the hair, fingernails raking slowly and seductively along the scalp. He then tugged gently, in just the way he knew JJ loved and JJ hummed in delight. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure through Pope and he sighed out JJ’s name. JJ hummed again, then started sucking and bobbing his head in earnest, his hands steadying Pope’s hips.

Pope closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake him. JJ was setting a delicious rhythm, with just the right level of suction. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect. Pope could feel JJ breathe out as he relaxed his throat and took Pope down deeper.

“Oh, JJ…” Pope moaned, gently tugging on his hair again. “That’s so good.”

JJ hummed again and, fighting the impulse to gag, took him down ever further.

“Oh, yes!” Pope sighed. “Your mouth feels so good, babe.” The praises spilled off his lips, “Oh, you’re so good at that. It feels amazing. You’re amazing.” Pope could feel the pressure building, the knot tightening. JJ kept bobbing and sucking. “Oh yes, there, like that. JJ! Oh yes, yes.” He twitched his hips slightly and JJ squeezed his fingers, signalling that Pope could thrust forwards. Pope let out a strangled little sound and – ever so gently – started fucking JJ’s mouth. JJ moaned, his pupil’s blown and his chin wet. Pope could feel himself tensing, his pleasure cresting. “J!” he choked out.

JJ pulled back and off with a wet pop, a line of saliva still connecting them. He began fisting Pope’s length and opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and rested Pope’s tip on the wet, pink muscle. He looked up: open and willing and eager. Ready to be claimed, though Pope.

Eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust, JJ gazed up at Pope through his lashes. And staring down into JJ’s eyes, Pope’s pleasure crested and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal surge. He came undone; pulsing and releasing, thick creamy ropes of cum landing over JJ’s tongue and his lips and his chin and his cheek. JJ closed his eyes and took it, hand still working Pope’s shaft, helping him ride out his high. And Pope just kept cumming, all over his boyfriend’s face and tongue and a bit in his hair. And it felt so dirty, but also so brilliant. And his brain thrummed: mine, mine, mine…

Pope’s cock gave a final weak pulse and JJ licked the small trickle of cum off the tip.

Pope looked down and blushed at the sight of JJ on his knees before him, his cheeks flushed, chin wet, face splattered with cum and his hair sticking up wildly from where Pope had been gripping the silky blond strands.

“Oh, J” he whispered reverently. And JJ smiled and kissed the tip one last time before getting to his feet.

Pope’s thumb came up to JJ’s bottom lip and smeared a spot of cum across the skin. JJ’s tongue came out to taste it, but Pope leaned forwards quickly and caught JJ’s lips in a kiss, tasting himself on JJ’s skin and in the slow slide of their lips and tongues.

“So, I guess we didn’t do what John B asked after all,” Pope smiled.

“Pretty sure he meant the sofa, or in the kitchen or something,” JJ grinned. “I don’t think it counts if the thing you’re cumming on is me.” Pope groaned again. Then reached blindly, grabbed a tissue and lightly wiped the mess off JJ’s face. Then he brought their faces close until the tips of their noses were touching and brushed them together in an Eskimo kiss.

Pope stepped forwards, trying to walk JJ back to the bed but, forgetting about his shorts still pooled around his ankles, he almost overbalanced. JJ laughed and held his arms steady while Pope toed off his high tops and socks and stepped out of his shorts. JJ’s shorts had been abandoned somewhere on the trip from the hammocks to the bedroom.

Pope placed his hands on JJ’s immaculate chest and walked him back to the bed, pushing him down gently onto his back. JJ shuffled backwards, laying his head back on the pillow. He was toned and sun-golden and glorious, his erection a prominent bulge tenting his underwear. He’s gorgeous, Pope thought. Completely gorgeous and all mine. And a thrill ran through him.

Pope got onto the bed and pulled JJ’s underwear off. And then JJ was spread out before him, waiting: standing big and stiff and proud.

Pope crawled over JJ, propping himself up on his forearms so he could bring their lips together again. JJ sighed and ran one hand down Pope’s spine, resting the other on his backside and squeezing.

“Ass man,” Pope breathed into JJ’s mouth.

“Bite me,” JJ smiled back, and Pope caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nipped lightly. JJ groaned and pushed his hips up against Pope.

Pope grinned and rolled them over. He slotted his leg between JJ’s, presenting his thigh for JJ to ride. JJ propped himself up on his arms and pushed his hips down, grinding his erection into Pope’s thigh. He breathed out a sigh and leaned down to continue their kiss, his hips pressing forwards rhythmically. Pope pushed his tongue into JJ’s mouth and let the kiss get dirty, his hands kneading JJ’s ass cheeks as JJ humped his leg. The room was filled with the sound of JJ panting and grunting and the dull thunk of the headboard against the wall as JJ increased the pace and vigour of his thrusts.

“Look at you,” Pope breathed, eyeing JJ’s slack mouth and flushed cheeks. “So needy.”

“I wouldn’t be so needy,” JJ gritted out, “if you did something.”

“Oh, you want me to do something?” Pope teased.

“Yes,” JJ panted, a little frustrated and desperate to get off.

“Maybe you should ask nicely?”

JJ’s eyes went wide. For a heart stopping moment, Pope thought he might have gone too far, might have misread the vibe, might have killed the moment.

But then JJ flushed and whispered, “Yes, please.” Pope squeezed his ass cheeks and JJ whined and clamped his thighs around Pope’s leg, grinding his erection down harder. “Please,” he repeated in a small broken voice, “please do something to get me off.” He brought his lips to Pope’s ear, so close Pope could feel his lips moving, and murmured, “please, Sir…”

Pope swallowed hard. A rush of adrenaline, and also something else – something deeper and more primal – ran through him. He could feel the soft, warm weight of his partner, writhing and rutting against him. Needy and desperate. Needy, for him. Pope was suddenly overwhelmed by an instinctive, primal urge to give and please and provide. Mine, Pope thought again. He’s mine.

Pope hooked his leg around JJ’s and flipped them over again. He pressed one final searing kiss to JJ’s lips and then worked his way down JJ’s body, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub of a nipple, then kissed his way down the faint trail of fair hairs that started just below his navel and ended at the base of JJ’s cock. Pope could feel JJ breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. But rather than turning his attention to JJ’s erection. Pope dipped his head lower, and pressed kisses and teasing licks into the delicate skin surrounding JJ’s cock. He pressed his nose against JJ’s balls, nuzzling them slightly, then opened his mouth and sucked as much as he could into his mouth, applying delicious pressure and working the skin with his tongue. JJ whined above him. Pope repeated the action, then moved onto JJ’s other ball.

“Pope,” JJ panted. “Please.”

Pope smiled and rose onto his knees. His hands went to JJ’s hips. “Roll over,” he said.

“What?” JJ’s head came up, eyes slightly unfocussed.

“Roll over,” Pope repeated.

“Pope? What’re you…” JJ looked confused.

“I want to try something,” Pope smiled. “Something new. Something with my mouth. You’re not the only ass man in the room. Now turn over like a good boy.”

JJ’s eyes got wide again, but he obliged, rolling onto his front. Pope encouraged him to spread his legs and lift onto his knees and elbows. Pope sat back for a second and just took in the sight before him: his boyfriend bent over on his bed, flushed and hard and slightly bewildered, but presenting himself so beautifully for Pope. Pope licked his lips and smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

JJ’s head hung between his arms and he craned around to look at Pope admiring him and felt a spike of self-conscious embarrassment. He shifted and started to get up, “Pope, what’s… what’re you doing…?”

“Shhh,” Pope reassured, his hand rubbing soothing circles into JJ’s lower back and encouraging him back down. “It’s okay. I’m gonna make you feel so good. If you don’t like it though, just say and we can stop. But I just wanted to remember this moment.”

JJ narrowed his eyes slightly but relaxed back down.

Pope positioned himself between JJ’s legs and ran his hands over JJ’s ass cheeks, giving the right one a quick pat and squeeze. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss into the middle of each. Then, using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks apart, revealing JJ’s pink, furled hole.

“Pope…?” He heard JJ choke out.

Pope blew a soft stream of warm air onto JJ’s little rosebud and watched as it clenched slightly.

Then, leaning forwards, he brought his face in close and slowly licked across JJ’s tight hole.

“Fuck!” He heard JJ exclaim.

Pope smiled and, tongue soft and wet and wide, he repeated the action.

“Oh, Pope! Oh, fuck!” JJ panted again.

Pope pointed his tongue and flicked it up and down, and left to right, brushing it quickly over the delicate skin. Pope could feel JJ’s hole fluttering under his tongue.

“Pope! Oh god, yes, oh yes!” JJ panted. He shifted his hips and repositioned his arm to take his weight and brought the other down to his cock, which was hanging thick and heavy and neglected between his legs. But before he could take hold of it, however, Pope caught his wrist and stopped him.

“Not yet,” he said. And his face was still so close to JJ’s most private area that JJ could feel the huff of air against his skin when Pope spoke.

JJ groaned, but brought his elbow back down to the bed, resigning himself to the sweet torture.

Pope put his tongue to work again and soon JJ was panting and sighing and pushing back against him, needy little whines escaping his throat.

Pope switched up the movement of his tongue from strong licks and fast little flicks, and instead covered JJ’s hole with his lips and sucked lightly.

JJ groaned under him, pushing back, his legs trembling. “Oh, fuuuuuck!” he whimpered.

Pope gave the furled hole another slow lick, then pointed his tongue and – ever so slowly – pushed it against JJ’s entrance. JJ’s breath hitched. At first JJ’s muscles resisted, but then as Pope wiggled his tongue slightly, he felt the tight ring of muscles begin to relax, allowing him to push his tongue in slightly. Pope pressed his tongue forwards in tight circular motions, then slowly pulled back and pressed in again, fucking JJ’s hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck me!” JJ wailed. “Fuck, Pope. Yes! Oh, fuck I need to come!”

Pope could feel JJ trembling under his hands, the erratic twitch of his hips, the desperate, broken edge to his voice.

“Please, Pope,” he pleaded. “Please…”

And Pope, his face still buried in JJ’s ass, finally reached around and gripped his leaking erection and started pumping.

And JJ keened, caught between thrusting his painfully hard cock forward into Pope’s fist and pressing back into the delicious wet flicks of Pope’s tongue against his quivering hole. He was so desperately, painfully hard; the desire to cum so strong. And the feeling of Pope finally touching his rock-hard cock was toe-curlingly amazing. And Pope’s tongue, pressing and licking and sucking him – there – was beyond amazing. And for JJ, time seemed to be caught in one delicious, shining moment of wet, hot, hard, fast, urgent, pleasure, clenching, tensing… and then he was cumming. Hard.

Thick creamy ropes spurted onto the bed and over Pope’s fist and Pope could feel JJ’s hole twitching and clenching under his tongue, and JJ was moaning Pope’s name wildly, then breathlessly, then a little brokenly as his trembling legs gave way and he collapsed onto the bed.

Pope lay down next to him and ran his fingers through JJ’s hair, studying his face, his closed eyes and blissed out expression.

JJ opened his eyes and looked at Pope.

“Pope,” he whispered. Pope smiled.

“Pope,” JJ tried again, “That was just so… thank you. Just, wow! Like really. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was just,” he screwed up his face, trying to find the right words and failing, ending instead on just a low grunt of consonants. “Nngggh,” he finished.

Pope smiled, eyes fond and affectionate. “Well if I’ve rendered you speechless, I guess it must have been good,” he teased lightly. JJ blinked. Pope brought his lips down and tenderly kissed JJ’s forehead and whispered, “I’m glad you thought so. It felt pretty incredible to do it for you too.” JJ hummed and his eyes drifted closed.

“Hey,” Pope squeezed his shoulder. “You should have a quick shower before you sleep.”

“Don’t wanna,” JJ mumbled. “Tired and comfy and no energy.”

“Come on, up you get.” Pope encouraged. “You’re sticky and sweaty and smell like sex. You’re laying in the wet spot and you’ve got cum in your hair. Shower, now.”

JJ groaned and with great effort pulled himself up and moved towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you coming?” JJ asked in a small voice.

“You get in, I’ll be there in a sec,” Pope said. JJ nodded and padded off.

Pope quickly stripped the bed and put on clean sheets from the cupboard, putting the dirty ones in the machine to wash. He then went into the bathroom to join JJ.

When they were showered and dry, wearing clean boxers and a couple of the soft old tees that JJ kept at The Chateau, they crawled into bed and JJ rested his head on Pope’s chest.

“Good call,” JJ admitted, running his hands over the crisp sheets.

Pope hummed in response. JJ closed his eyes, listening to the rumble of it against his ear.

“So, power kink, huh?” JJ smiled into Pope’s chest.

“I guess so,” Pope replied. “Believe me, I took me by surprise a bit too.”

“It was good,” JJ said. “Different. I’ve never experienced that dynamic before. With girls, even when they’re on top, you’re still the one fucking them. This was something completely new. Not just the act itself, but the dynamic too. I liked it. I like the idea that we can switch stuff up like that sometimes.”

“Me too,” Pope agreed. “Give and take, assertive and submissive, top and bottom… there’s so much we can try together. And that’s just power stuff. Then there’s, well, everything else as well.” He felt JJ hum his agreement into the skin over his heart.

“How’s the research going?” JJ asked tentatively.

“Still a work in progress,” Pope said. “But I think we might be ready to progress from theory to the practical part soon.”

“An Introduction to Anal with Professor Heyward,” JJ laughed. “Sign me up for that class! Also, don’t you mean ‘continue the practical part’? Surely rimming counts?”

“Thanks for your input Mr Maybank, but in my classroom we raise our hands when we want to talk, I’d thank you to remember that.”

JJ laughed. “Sorry, Sir…” he drawled out playfully.

Pope cleared his throat. “Anyway class,” he continued in a mock stern voice. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, next week we will be moving onto a new topic: fingering.” JJ laughed against Pope’s chest.

They both fell quiet. After a beat, Pope grinned and said, “I don’t know whether I should be a little bit offended, you know? About not being complicated, I mean.”

“What?” JJ frowned, opening his eyes.

“That thing you said to JB earlier, about girls being complicated, so you said he should date a guy instead.”

“Oh,” JJ settled back down. “That.” He paused then added. “You might be deep, Pope, but you’re not complicated. I mean, not complicated complicated.” Pope ran his fingers soothingly up and down JJ’s arm. “It’s not like do you confusing things that I can’t work out. You’re easy.”

Pope laughed.

“I don’t mean easy.” JJ corrected himself. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” Pope cut in. He pressed a kiss to the top of JJ’s head. “I think you’re easy, too.” JJ huffed a small laugh. “Although, you know that probably has more to do with us, specifically, right?” Pope carried on. “Our dynamic. Rather than our gender.”

“Yeah!” JJ agreed, peering up at him. “I mean, we just talk about the hard stuff, right? The emotional stuff. We look it in the eye. We don’t keep it bottled up. Really, what’s the point of that? We both care about each other, and from where I’m standing it seems like we’re on the same page about stuff.”

“Yeah, it probably feels like that because we click so well,” Pope said. “It might be just as complicated dating a guy as it is dating a girl if you don’t get each other the way we do. Or talk about the hard stuff, or the embarrassing stuff like we do. But then, I suppose we trust each other, so that helps.”

JJ blinked and swallowed hard.

“We do click, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Pope breathed out.

“This really is something special, isn’t it?” JJ said quietly. He wants confirmation, Pope thought. He’s a little insecure and wants confirmation.

“Yes,” Pope said, giving it to him. “For me, right from the very first moment, this just felt right.”

“For me too,” JJ admitted.

JJ rolled over and settled on his side, pulling Pope flush behind him; the big spoon to JJ’s little spoon. Pope’s knees tucked into the crook of JJ’s legs, his arm coming over, fingers interlacing and hands curled close to JJ’s chest. Pope’s groin pressed against JJ’s backside, but in this moment, Pope felt nothing more than tenderness and affection. He pressed a kiss to the back of JJ’s neck, the spot right between his shoulders, and shifted slightly, snuggling them even closer.

“After everything,” JJ mumbled into the pillow, voice drowsy and muffled slightly. “After all this time, and everything we’ve been through to get here.” He paused, let out a breath and then carried on. “It’s hard to believe that this is how it could be from now on.”

Pope thought back to how he used to feel about his relationship with JJ – like his life had turned into a series of moments as precious and delicate and fragile as champagne flutes on a tray in the wind. He wondered when he had stopped feeling like the tiniest wrong move or misstep could bring his happiness crashing down in a shower of irreparable shards of shattered crystal.

“Believe it,” Pope replied, and JJ sighed and relaxed further into his arms. Pope shut his eyes and held him close, his heart beating a rhythm against JJ’s back: this, just this, just this, just this, just this…

[thistreasurehunter]

And Blows Again

A/N: Set in the After the Rain timeline (1 - After the Rain; 2 - Testing the Waters; 3 - Reflection; 4 - Comes the Rainbow; 5 - And So the Wind Blows; 6 - And Blows Again). All characters are aged 18+.

Summary: JJ and Pope have a bit of time to kill, so they head over to Pope’s house for a bit of fun and also end up having a couple of important conversations. Or: The One Where Pope Goes Down On JJ For the First Time)

Requested: Yes, by multiple anons.

Genre: Smut (with a dusting of fluff, a sprinkle of humor and a heap of slightly awkward but realistic couples-chat)

Word length: 2.6k

Warning: Adult content – including explicit descriptions of an M/M sexual relationship. (Over 18s only please.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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Pope didn’t have to wait long to try it.

He had just finished a delivery run for his dad when JJ text him letting him know he’d just come off his shift at the country club. They were both due to meet up with John B, Kie and Sarah at The Wreck later that afternoon, but they had a good couple of hours to kill before then, so Pope suggested they meet at his house.

JJ was sitting on the doorstep when Pope arrived.

“Hey, man.” JJ smiled.

“Hey,” Pope smiled a little shyly, the memory of shaking and pulsing and releasing himself into JJ’s mouth floating to the front of his mind. Pope blushed slightly and JJ grinned, guessing what he was thinking.

Pope opened the door and let them in.

As soon as they were inside, Pope pushed JJ back against the closed door and brought their lips together in a proper greeting, one hand resting on JJ’s cheek, the other settling on his waist. JJ’s arms circled Pope and pulled him even closer. They both leaned into the moment, enjoying the intimacy, the warm and the other’s proximity after their short time apart.

“Hi,” Pope breathed when they finally pulled back.

“Hi yourself,” JJ smiled. “I take it your parents are out.”

Pope hummed assent, playing with the stray hairs at the nape of JJ’s neck.

“Hmmm,” JJ said. “Empty house, no parents, nowhere we need to be for a while… whatever could we do to occupy ourselves?”

“We could watch a movie,” Pope suggested with a smirk.

“Unless you’re suggesting we watch porn together, I reckon I could top that idea,” JJ chuckled.

“Well, I wasn’t…” Pope said. “But that’s an idea. We should definitely revisit that later.”

JJ’s eyes flashed and he raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Pope said decisively.

“Cool.” JJ grinned. “I’m down for that.”

“To be honest, though,” Pope’s fingers continued to play with JJ’s hair. “I’m down for something else first.” JJ’s gaze flicked between Pope’s eyes and his mouth.

“Specifically,” Pope carried on, “I’m down for going down first.” JJ’s eyes flashed again.

“You sure?” He asked. “There’s no pressure, you know. What we did yesterday… I mean, no pressure to reciprocate if you’re not ready yet.”

“I am ready,” Pope smiled. “And I am sure. I mean, hands up, I’ll have zero technique. But I’m a fast learner.”

“Hell, yeah!” JJ grinned.

Pope turned to head up to his room, but JJ held on and pulled him back.

“Look, Pope,” he said earnestly. Pope quirked his head, his heart starting to thump loudly at the serious tone to JJ’s voice.

“What?” Pope prompted nervously.

“Well,” JJ cleared his throat. “Well I suppose it would be a good time for me to mention… I know you haven’t been with anyone else. And I know that you know I have. Well, I’ve never done anything unprotected that would risk pregnancy, but, umm, I have done other stuff. Unprotected, I mean. But then when we got together, I didn’t like the idea – at some point down the line – of maybe, possibly, putting you at risk at all. So, what I’m saying – very badly, I know – is that after we got together, I went and got myself tested. Just to be absolutely sure. And it all came back fine. Completely clean. So, yeah, I just wanted to you know that. But I’m also totally okay with us using condoms or whatever if you’d prefer. Like, it’s all cool, man. But yeah. I just thought… that was information you should have. So, yeah…” JJ trailed off.

Pope smiled and brought both hands up to cup JJ’s face. “Thank you for telling me,” he said looking deep into JJ’s eyes. “And thank you for doing that. It is good to know.” He kissed JJ softly. “And as for the condoms thing, I agree – absolutely on board if you want to. But also, from my point of view… we’re exclusive, and I like the idea of being as close to you as physically possible. Skin to skin. So, personally, I vote bareback.”

JJ groaned and gazed back into Pope’s eyes. “I’m so gone on you, you know? Like, seriously, how did you turn my awkward conversation about STIs into something so damn sexy?”

Pope smiled, “Just remember that thought when we’re upstairs and I’m gagging and coughing and spluttering.”

JJ laughed, “Come on then, let’s go up so you can go down!”

Pope smiled again, shaking his head and followed JJ upstairs and into his room.

“Do you want me to get you off first?” JJ asked matter-of-factly, toeing off his shoes and pulling his tee over his head.

“No thanks,” Pope replied, stripping out of his own clothes. “I think I want to do you first.”

“Okay,” JJ said. “Any preferences on position?”

Pope paused, thinking. “Maybe if you sat on the edge of the bed?”

“Okay,” JJ said, unzipping his shorts and letting them drop to the floor, followed immediately by his underwear.

As Pope pulled off his own shorts, he smiled at the sight of JJ before him, slim and muscular and manly, but also exposed and vulnerable. His cock was soft and small between his legs, bouncing slightly when he moved.

JJ caught the direction of his gaze and rolled his eyes, smiling. “Not judging me are you Heyward? By now you should know I’m a grower.” He lazily started pulling on it.

“Hey, don’t. Let me.” Pope said, stripping off his own boxers unceremoniously and moving over to JJ.

JJ let go and allowed himself to be pushed back to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Pope started to kneel, but JJ stopped him. “Wait. Here,” he said, reaching over and grabbing a pillow and putting it on the floor between his spread legs. “For your knees.”

“Such a gentleman,” Pope joked.

Pope got down on his knees in front of JJ, running his hands along the inside of JJ’s thighs. JJ shifted slightly and spread his legs a little more, then leaned back, arms straight, propping himself up in a reclining position.

“Comfortable?” Pope asked.

“Yes,” JJ replied. “You comfortable?”

“Pretty comfortable.” Pope confirmed. He paused, then said, “Well, naked? Check! In position? Check! Individual comfort levels established? Check! I mean, by textbook standards we’re off to a great start.” JJ snorted.

“Now to move onto step four: get him hard.” Pope smiled, “Okay then. Here we go…”

Pope could hear JJ chuckling quietly above him as Pope leaned forwards and took JJ’s soft cock into his mouth. The quiet laughing stopped, and Pope heard JJ suck in a breath.

“Oh, that’s nice…” JJ said. “Um, yeah, that’ll work for step four.”

Pope’s eyes crinkled in a smile as he sucked lightly and laved his tongue over JJ’s delicate skin. He could feel JJ’s cock starting to get hard in his mouth. As it swelled, Pope started letting it slide out of his mouth, and he began slowly massaging the shaft as he continued to work the head with his tongue.

“Step four, check,” JJ sighed above him.

Pope pulled off, smiling, and gave JJ’s length a couple of firm pulls to tease him into peak stiffness.

“Just tell me when, okay?” He said, and JJ nodded.

“Course.”

Then Pope lowered his head back down and began running his tongue up the length of the shaft.

“Oh, Pope,” JJ sighed. “That feels so good, man.”

Pope continued to work his tongue, following the ridges and grooves of veins, flicking teasingly over the sensitive inverted V just under the head, pressing a kiss to the tip then swirling his tongue around the head. JJ grunted.

Pope took a deep breath, then took JJ into his mouth. JJ had been right; it was a stretch. And it was different to anything he’d done before. JJ grunted above him again.

“Pope,” he whispered tenderly, and Pope’s heart clenched, and he felt something rush over him – a desire to give, a desire to please, a desire to make this man feel absolutely amazing. He sucked and started bobbing his head. JJ moaned his name again. It was a bit awkward at first. Pope was still trying to work out when to breathe, how far he could go down without triggering his gag reflex, when to swallow so he didn’t choke on the mix of saliva and precum. He was also so conscious of not letting his teeth catch JJ accidentally.

JJ grunted and moaned above him, one hand stroking over the back of Pope’s head, praise falling from his lips. Pope continued to bob and suck, pulling off a couple of times to swallow and catch his breath, before going straight back. At one point, he let his teeth rest ever so lightly against JJ’s skin and he felt JJ tense. But Pope pulled his head up, ever so slowly, and the slow, gentle scrape of Pope’s teeth over his hard, sensitive flesh made JJ gasp and arch.

“Pope,” JJ practically growled. Pope hummed and continued sucking.

“Pope,” JJ said more urgently. “I’m close.”

Pope hummed again and kept going, faster than before. One hand worked JJ’s shaft and the other played with his balls.

“Fuck!” JJ cried. “Fuck! Pope! I’m cumming!” Pope felt JJ tense, his balls retracting and then something hot shoot directly down his throat. He pulled back, swallowing and spluttering, cum dribbling onto his chin. He then went back to sucking the head, and swallowing down as much as he could, as JJ trembled and pulsed under his touch.

When he finally felt JJ relax, Pope pulled off and wiped his face with his hand. JJ slumped, grinning down at him in a glowy haze of pleasure.

Pope pressed a kiss into JJ’s skin, then rested his face against the inside of JJ’s thigh looking up at him. Pope’s mind buzzed with happiness, and he felt warm and content.

“And you thought you’d have no technique,” JJ said after a moment.

“And you thought I was just being cute with those stages,” Pope grinned back.

“What do you mean?” JJ crinkled his eyebrows.

“Well…” Pope said, getting up and joining JJ on the bed. “Paraphrasing, those stages were a variation on some stuff I found in a bunch of ‘How to’ guides.” JJ raised an eyebrow. “How to go down on your man…” Pope continued, listing off on his fingers. “How to drive him crazy with your mouth… How to give oral like a pro… Ten things he loves in bed but won’t tell you… Oh, and the classic: How to give head so good you suck his brains out through his dick…” JJ barked a laugh.

“No way! You didn’t!”

“Yes, way. I did.” Pope chuckled. “Turns out women’s magazines write about this a lot. I mean, a lot.”

“Oh my God,” JJ shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter. “I’m imagining you with a stack of Cosmos hidden under your bed, reading them secretly at night under your sheets…. Like some horrific parody of indulging in dirty mags…”

“Sorry to disappoint, but everything’s online now,” Pope grinned. “But if it helps, there were a couple of times when my mum came into my room while I was reading them, so I shut those tabs pretty sharpish! She probably thought I was watching porn.”

“That’s priceless,” JJ wheezed. Pope looked fondly at JJ’s face scrunched in mirth: twinkly eyes, floppy hair, wide smile, cute pointy teeth.

“So,” JJ said catching his breath. “Was there anything useful in them?”

“Not much,” Pope huffed. “They were really aimed at readers who didn’t possess the same equipment.”

“What were the ten things he wouldn’t tell her that he loved?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I can’t remember,” Pope said. “Probably a list of generic kinks that they’d just strung together to try to sell magazines.”

“Well, I promise I’ll always tell you what I love,” JJ grinned. “Otherwise, what’s the fun in that? You might never have known that the way you pull my hair makes my cock twitch. And then you might not do it as much.”

“Same,” Pope agreed. “Just like you wouldn’t know that my nipples are particularly sensitive and when you suck them it’s like there’s a line of pleasure straight from them to my cock.”

“You mean like this…?” JJ pushed Pope onto his back and attached his lips to Pope’s hardened nubs.

“Yep, just like that,” Pope sighed as he lay back and let JJ work the magic of his mouth over his body.

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Later – after JJ had reduced Pope to a trembling puddle of pleasure and nerve endings, and they were walking over to meet the others at The Wreck – JJ said matter-of-factly, “Have you ever tried any butt stuff?”

Pope choked and glanced around the street, checking to see if they’d been overheard.

“No,” he whispered. “No anal experience. Obviously. Why? Have you?”

“Not really” JJ said in his regular voice.

“What do you mean, not really?” Pope squinted over at him.

“Well, not with anyone else.” JJ answered. “But I have tried sticking my finger up my bum while I was having a wank a couple of times.”

Pope choked again.

“J!” He whispered. “Keep your voice down!”

“Oh, no one’s listening. And nobody cares anyway.” JJ looked over at him as they walked. “So?” he said, “Thoughts?”

“Can’t actually say that surprises me much,” Pope admitted and JJ grinned.

“And you’re saying,” JJ asked. “As someone who’s interested in guys, that you’ve never tried it?”

“No,” said Pope again.

“Have you at least thought about it?” JJ asked.

“Well…” Pope admitted. “Of course I’ve thought about it in general. And, yeah, I have thought about trying… that… But, I dunno… there is a certain ick factor.”

“Yeah,” JJ wrinkled his nose. “How should I put this delicately for your sensitive, out-in-public ears…? I think it’s definitely better if you’re… prepared. And also, for the record, spit really isn’t good enough.”

Pope hummed, thinking.

“So,” JJ said tentatively. “Do you think that might be something you’d be interested in exploring at some point?”

“Yeah,” Pope nodded. “For sure.”

JJ looked over at him quickly and Pope caught his eye and smiled. “You might have to read a few more of those articles,” JJ teased, and Pope laughed.

“On a practical note,” Pope said, “there are probably a few things we should pick up. Lube for a start. Just to have for whenever we’re ready. Don’t laugh, but I might actually do a bit of reading about this. Maybe from slightly more reliable sources this time though.” JJ smiled.

“Well if you make me a list I’ll sort it.”

“For the record, J, when I say ‘pick up’, I actually mean buy.”

“Oh,” JJ huffed.

Pope shook his head in amusement.

They were approaching The Wreck now, but just as they were turning up the slope to the door, Pope turned to JJ.

“What does it feel like?”

“Bit weird, to be honest,” JJ said. “There’s pressure. It’s hard to get it in at first. I don’t think it’s the best angle when you’re trying to do it to yourself. Trying it in the shower is a good idea from the point of view of clean up. But it’s also slippery. Particularly if you get a bit… carried away.” Pope groaned and JJ grinned. “Just don’t tell John B that’s how I broke his shower door!”

Pope’s eyes went wide and JJ winked at him and pulled open the front door, raised his hand in greeting and bounded over to their friends, a ball of light and energy and slightly chaotic enthusiasm. And Pope followed, helplessly pulled along in his wake. He knew he was powerless to fight it, but also knew he wouldn’t want to, even if he could.

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Congrats on a 100!!!! Could I please get When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore." With JJ x Pope?🥵

Thank you lovely anon! Here you go... 😳

(Warning: adult content, nsfw)

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Pope: He was flirting with you.

JJ: *scoffing* No he wasn’t!

Pope: *scowling* Yeah, he was. He kept touching your arm and looking at your lips.

JJ: Don’t be silly.

Pope: *narrowing his eyes* And you kept laughing at all his jokes.

JJ: Well he was funny.

Pope: Oh my God! You fancied him!

JJ: What?! That’s rubbish.

Pope: You did! You were flattered by his attention. And you fancied him.

JJ: *smirking* Babe, are you jealous?

Pope: Oh, you’re asking for it…

JJ: Oh yeah?

Pope: Yeah. I think I need to remind you who the real man in your life is.

JJ: *eyes twinkling* Oh really? How are you going to do that?

Pope: Well, when we get home, I’m going to cuff you to the bed and go down on you all night until my jaw is sore. And I’m not going to let you cum until I say. Just you wait... I’m going to leave you hard and desperate and pleading. You’re going to be sweating and shaking and begging me to let you finish. And just when you think I’m finally going to let you… I’m going to pull back and make you wait some more. Sweetheart, I’m going to tease you until it fucking hurts. And when I finally let you cum, you’re going to scream my name so loud that everyone is going to know exactly who you belong to and who made you feel that OH MY GOD! KIARAH! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!

Kie: *grimacing* Too fucking long.

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I’ve still got space for 3 or 4 more dialogue prompts or mood board requests (for info, see here), so if there’s something you’d like to see - send it my way! Drabble/mood board requests currently in my queue can be found here. 

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118 with JJ and Pope please from list 5❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for the prompt, lovely anon! Here you go...

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*Phone rings*

JJ: *groggily* Hello?

Pope: *apologetically* Oh sorry! Were you sleeping?

JJ: *voice still a little husky* Yeah, but no worries. I’d rather talk to you.

Pope: I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry. I just…. I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to hear your voice.

JJ: *concerned* What’s up, baby?

Pope: *sighing* Eugh! It’s just… it’s this assignment… It’s really taking it out of me. I’ve only just got back from the library and my brain hasn’t had time to switch off yet.

JJ: Dude, you’ve got to take better care of yourself! It’s the middle of the night! You shouldn’t have been working so late!

Pope: *slowly* I know… I just need to get this done.

JJ: But you also need to sleep, man!

Pope: I don’t think I can, I just feel so wired…

JJ: *pauses* Well, if you can’t sleep… how about we have sex?

Pope: Um…. babe?

JJ: *quickly* Phone sex, obviously.

Pope: Oh, I’m not sure…?

JJ: Come on, baby… Let me make you feel *stretching the word out* good…

Pope: You’re a bad influence, you know that?

JJ: You have mentioned that once or twice…

Pope: So how do we do this? Hang on, what is it they say… *in a low voice* What are you wearing?

JJ: *in a mock sultry voice* Umm, baby… yeah… you wanna know what I’m wearing… yeah, I bet you do… well, I’ll tell you… I’m wearing a snapback and cargo boots…. And nothing else…

Pope *laughing* You’re ridiculous!

JJ: *still in a joke sexy-voice* Oh, yeah, sounds like someone thinks they can do better than that, well *fake groan* I’d like to see them take the lead…

Pope: *huffing a laugh* Okay, okay… *pauses* If I was with you right now, I’d crawl over you, I’d take that hat off your head and run my fingers through your hair. Then I’d pull you forwards and kiss you.

JJ: *swallows* Oh yeah, then what?

Pope: I’d suck on your neck and kiss all the way down your chest...

JJ: *shuffling* Un huh…

Pope: *sound of a zipper* Umm, then I’d take you in my mouth and I’d suck you just the way you like…

JJ: *sound of slapping skin* Oh, Pope…

Pope: Ooh, and then… *breathing deeply* and then I’d lube up my fingers and push them inside you…

JJ: *low whine* Oh, fuck… Pope…

Pope: And then, *grunts* I’d turn you over, line myself up and push inside you.

JJ: * sound of slapping gets louder* Oh, fuck Pope! I’m… *gasps* oh, I’m fingering myself thinking about your cock… So big… I’m so full…

Pope: *panting* Oh, yeah, J… Fuck! You’re so tight… such a good boy…

JJ: *strangled noise* Oh, Pope!

Pope: Yeah baby?

JJ: *slapping sound gets faster* Ooh, Pope, ooh I’m close…

Pope: *grunts* Me too, baby, me too…

*heavy breathing*

*wet slap of skin*

JJ: *gasping* Oh, Pope! I’m gonna… I’m gonna…

Pope: Cum for me baby…

*fast slapping*

*strangled cry*

JJ: Fuck, yes!

*grunts and gasps*

Pope: Oh, J, oh you sound so fucking sexy when you lose it. Oh, yes, oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming… Oh fuck! *breaks off with a cry*

*loud panting*

JJ: *happily* Well fuck! That was hot!

Pope: *slightly breathless* Yeah… Actually, that was just what I needed. Thank you, baby… *yawns* I think I can finally sleep now…

JJ: *absently* Yeah, me too…

*two soft thunks*

Pope: What was that?

JJ: *yawning* Oh, just my boots.

Pope: Jeez, you were being serious!

JJ: *laughing*

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number 89 w smut!

For 18+ eyes only people

“I need you…”

Pope’s back is pressed into the bed, fingers dancing over his cheek before they side down his chest, playing with the hem of his shirt. The lips on his neck suck on a particularly sensitive spot and Pope sucks in a breath as JJ follows with a scrape of his teeth, letting it glide along the hem of his shirt.

The fingers play along his stomach, pushing his shirt up slowly, cold rings making his skin break out in goosebumps. Pope groans in frustration at the slow pace, swatting JJ’s hand away and forcing the other to sit up so he can yank the shirt over his head. JJ has a smirk on his lips when Pope scrambles to yank his shirt off, tossing it aside with his before he surges forward for another kiss.

“I need you…” Pope mumbles between kisses, fingers sliding along JJ’s shoulders, wrapping around his neck so he can pull him back down. They shift slowly, JJ’s lips moving against his, tongue sliding into Pope’s mouth as his back hits the mattress again, JJ’s elbows situated on either side of his head to prop himself up.  

JJ lets his lips glide across Pope’s cheek, feels a puff of air by his ear as JJ whispers, “Good, because I’m all yours tonight.” The words have Pope’s breath catching as JJ shifts his weight, lets his fingers slide down Pope’s chest, tweaking a nipple along the way. They easily slide into the front of his pants, fingers sure as they wrap around him.

Pope gasps as JJ’s lips wrap around a nipple at the same time, fingers moving to tangle in JJ’s blond hair, pulls his head closer as those fingers work him up, have his back arching off the bed. JJ smirks against his neck as the waistband of Pope’s boxes snap back against his skin, hand warm as it slides around Pope’s back, allows him to press up completely against JJ.

“Pants off,” Pope groans when JJ lets his thigh slide between Pope’s legs, Pope’s head falling back, allowing JJ more access to his sensitive skin.

JJ doesn’t need to be told twice as he moves to unbuttons Pope’s pants, pulling the zipper down much slower than Pope would like. Those lips are doing wonderful things though and he can’t be bothered to move his hands from JJ’s blond hair, lets JJ push his pants down slowly, teasing.

But JJ doesn’t move to take his own pants off, simply tugs Pope’s bare leg to wrap around his waist, ruds against him hard. Pope’s done though, patients wearing so he gives JJ’s shoulder a light shove, careful to flip them over on his extra-long twin bed and hover above the other.

“My turn.” JJ’s eyes darken as Pope lets his lips fall to JJ’s neck, fingers dancing along the hem of his pants.

[thistreasurehunter]

Girl we both know that jj is a little sub who a praise kink. Imagine pope sitting behind him while giving him a handjob and whispering in his hear about how he’s such a good boy

Ooh yes! This definitely speak to my kinks! I love the idea of JJ being a bit of a sub! He’s so dominant in everyday life I bet he’d LOVE letting go and allowing Pope to take care of him in bed, telling him how wonderful and sexy and perfect he is - Pope’s good little boy! 😳🥵

Also, I love the idea of this position for them! *Warning: self-plug* but I actually wrote this position into my fic Comes the Rainbow. It doesn’t really have the dom/sub dynamic, but it might be of ~interest~ to you... 💙

[thistreasurehunter]

Attention JJ/Pope Shippers!!

Warning: mature adult content beneath the cut.

So, I’d be really interested to know what kind of content all you JJPope / Mayward shippers out there would be interested in reading.

I’ve recently started writing for JJ/Pope (previous fics here). I know there are some amazing JJ/Pope fics out there, written by some really talented writers, but sadly there doesn’t seem to be any JJ/Pope smut [A/N: for the record, in my head I’ve aged the characters up a few years, so they are both 18+] (I might be wrong, but I haven’t been able to find any, and if there is, please point me in that direction!), so my question is: is that because JJ/Pope shippers don’t want to read that kind of content? Do you all prefer your fics a little softer? I’m thinking fluffy, innocent, wholesome goodness? Because if that’s the case, then I can totally take my writing in that direction!

But, somehow, I just can’t believe there aren’t more Mayward shippers out there, like me, that are hungry for some steamy JJ/Pope content! Because if that’s the case, then I’m more than happy to oblige with that too! *waggles eyebrows* Just tell me what you want baby, I want you to feel ~good~, my fingers are at the ready (over my keyboard, obviously! *cheeky grin*)

But seriously, I’m a safe space. Come whisper your naughty thoughts in my ear, lovely anon. I want to hear all the filthy, sexy things you think about these two gorgeous boys. The horny thoughts that make your stomach twist, that make you squirm in your seat, that set off that low insistent throbbing between your legs. Come whisper in my ear, lovely anon, and I might be able to write your fantasies into reality…

Or, you know, maybe that’s not your thing. Maybe I just need to go have a cold shower! Maybe you’d prefer to read something that makes that warm happy glow light up in your chest. If so, I want to hear about that too!

To get the ball rolling, I’ve jotted down a few of my own ideas below. These are nothing more than some half-formed thoughts at the moment, but just let me know if anyone would be interested in me developing any of these. Depending on the content, if these did go any further, I might take some of them out of my After the Rain timeline and have them as one shots (just so I don’t spoil the tone of that slow-build relationship development). But, yeah, these things take ages to write, so I want to make sure there’s an audience for them first.

Also, just to let you know, I’m new around here *waves* (and have a really tiny blog!), so I’m struggling a bit to promote my work and establish myself in this fandom. (HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has liked, reblogged and commented on my work so far – it really means more to me than I can say! And also apologies to my handful of followers for clogging your dash with multiple reblogs of my Master List while I try and boost it!).

Sooooo, if you’ve got this far down this post, and you feel like helping a new writer out, I would LOVE it if you could share this post, or some of my work, with your followers (my Master List is here). A shout-out or a rec from you would literally make me smile so wide the corners of my mouth would touch my ears. I know there are more lovely JJ/Pope shippers out there somewhere, but I don’t know where you are, and I don’t think you know I’m sitting over here in my dusty corner of the internet wanting to make you smile! 😞

So, anyway, that’s my plea and my plug done, now on to the prompts…

Fluffy ideas:

They give each other sensual massages – I’m thinking dim room, warm oil, slowly rubbing each other’s feet, strong hands pressing into the muscles of their backs, boyfriends looking after each other after a long day…

Pope comes out – Pope decides to come out to his parents, and they accept him and JJ with open arms.

JJ’s dad finds out he likes men too – little bit of angst, because Luke doesn’t take it well, but Pope comforts JJ and ends up making him feel safe and valued and wanted.

Cuddles on the sofa – soft eyes, warm hearts and lots of giggles.

Smutty ideas:

Massage with a happy ending - Similar to the massage idea above, but with more moaning and groaning and then they end up rubbing more than just each other’s backs.

Blowjobs – the hot, wet, urgent, I-need-you-right-now sort of thing. Shaking and bucking up, hands pressing on hips, steamy eye contact and then throbbing and pulsing and swallowing.

Rimming – the nervous, stomach-fluttering feeling of being touched ~there~ for the first time

Anal fingering – P-spot action, baby!! I imagine pairing this with a blowjob tbh.

Anal sex – How about: JJ bottoming from the top – straddling Pope, sinking down onto him and riding him slowly. Pope’s mind just blowing from how sexy JJ looks above him. Or, maybe on their knees, Pope taking control, panting and rutting and letting all that primal, cave-man energy overtake them. Or, first time anal: top!JJ and bottom!Pope, something both sexy and sweet as they explore each other in that way for the first time.

Or, trying some other deliciously kinky things together – edging, orgasm denial, tickle fetish, desperation, dressing up, toys, role play…

Or maybe we want to see some more classic fanfic tropes:

Soulmate AU/Bonding – pining and slow burn? Or maybe, surprise!-I’ve-been-bonded-to-a-guy-but-I-didn’t-realise-I-was-gay?      

Undercover relationship – probably speaks for itself, but some kind of slow, dawning realisation that they’re just idiots in love. Probably throw a bit of forced bed sharing in for good measure.

Gender swap (little bit ‘out-there’ but bear with me):

JJ/girl!Pope – him loving to bury his face between her legs, licking and sucking and savoring her sighs and moans. JJ loving giving his girl!Pope multiple orgasms. Slowly fingering her in the hot tub. Basically a lot of clit action. And P in V. Lots of that too.

girl!Pope/girl!JJ – yeah, just a couple of sexy lesbians – tongues and fingers and maybe a strap-on?

Pope/girl!JJ – I imagine girl!JJ would be just as snarky and sassy and definitely ‘wears-the-trousers’ in their relationship. I imagine them having sex against a wall, Pope holding girl!JJ up, hands wrapped around her thighs, pressing into her, her legs wrapped around his waist. And because of the angle, she has no leverage to press back and chase her own orgasm, she just has to hold on and let Pope take her there. And halfway through, I can hear her say jokingly, “If you run out of steam before I cum I’ll pummel you.” (Spoilers: he doesn’t.)

Yeah, so, there you go. I’ll just leave this here and hopefully it’ll find its way to the right people! 💙

[GENERAL DISCLAIMER: In anything I write, the characters are all 18+. I have never, and will never, write underage fic. I think it’s very important for me to make that completely clear.]

[thistreasurehunter]

Class is in Session: sneak peak under the cut...

[...] Pope’s expression had morphed from quiet agreement to mild shock, but when JJ started singing, he couldn’t help barking out a laugh. “JJ!”

JJ shuffled. “Sorry. I agree with you that we shouldn’t make anyone feel bad, I just wanted to make sure we weren’t going to veto all poop jokes forever. That would be such a shame.”

“JJ?” Pope said, looking at him a little incredulously.

“What?” JJ gazed back, face open. “Well, are we?” [...]