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⤷ romee 19 !!

i’m a fawn and i’m typing with my little hooves rn

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mewkki

18+ thinking about subby pope receiving a handy <3

fem! reader, mdni. 0.8k words. sub pope, oral fem receiving, usage of ‘mama’ once, edging, handjob, popes a whining mess, porn no plot.

pope cody who moved with predatory stillness, stepping into rooms all broad shouldered and unblinking. casting a shadow of uneasiness that nipped at his ankles, following him always. craig joked that he was like your guard dog, gaze tracking every small shift, literally ready to pounce at any moment.

everyone assumed he was the same in the bedroom. they were gravely mistaken.

poor pope, literally crying into your cunt, lazily lapping at your clit. fat tears streaking down his cheeks, mixing with your juices and coating his chin. he was pawing at your thighs, squishing the plump skin, spreading you open wider for him.

“feels so good… doing so good, andy.” you whined, back dipping off the bed in a near pornographic arch.

and god, the glassy eyes and furrowed brows. he genuinely was looking up at you to make sure he was doing good, like he had no idea how fucking good he felt licking you open. you couldn’t help but coo looking down at him, your fingers carding through his curls.

he was whimpering into your core, desperately humping his hard cock into the mattress. pope relished in your moans, pre cum drooling from his shaft, making his boxers all sticky. :((

it literally takes an army to get pope to stop suckling on you. he’d gave you a few sloppy kisses on your puffy folds before reluctantly parting with her.

you finally managed to get him off you, and slumped against the headboard. your nails were slowly scraping down his chest, finally disappearing into his boxers.

his hips jerked up. gaze searching yours, giving you those sad puppy eyes when you wrapped a hand around his length. he hissed, trying his best still the upward bucks of his pelvis, taking every ounce of his strength not to fuck into your fist right then and there.

“oh, fu—huck. i’m—hm not gonna last.” he whines as you begin to stroke him. he was drawing his bottom lip into his mouth to stifle his moans, biting down hard enough to taste blood.

“awh… that’s okay, honey. i’ll make it last, huh?” you croon, twisting your fist as you tug him, squeezing tightly at the base of his length. you find a slow pace, drawing it out as much as possible.

you bring your free hand up to his mouth, cupping your palm right under his chin. “spit.”

he complies almost instantly. keeping direct eye contact as he musters up enough saliva to spit out directly into your palm. your hand finally finds his cock again, smearing the newfound wetness all over his angry tip.

“ah—oh god… fu—fuck.” he’s hiccuping now, withering against the sheets, knuckles white as he grips fistfuls of the comforter. eyes rolling back, chest heaving with each shaky breath as tears slip down the apples of his cheeks.

“i can’t—ah… gonna cum,” you see it—the way the muscle of his thighs jump, abdomen tightening and balls contracting, desperately ready to bust.

you gave one final tug, stopping to squeeze the base of his cock as pope hopelessly bucked his hips into the air, cock springing around trying to find any sort of friction. “no, nooo…” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.

slowly, his breathing began to even out, the ruined orgasm melting away as the muscles in his body began to finally relax again. your hand left his cock and he gasped, dick slapping back against his stomach.

pope sniffed, forcing his eyes open to see you—the sight alone almost had him cumming untouched. you were crooning at him, because he was just so sweet and needy! it wasn’t his fault! :(

your fingers slowly ascended up his knee, palm gently traveling up his leg until your skin was softly rubbing against his inner thigh. he jerked hard—cock twitching painfully as your skin finally came so close to where he needed you the most.

“please, mama… need it so bad.” he’s sniffling, and how could you ever deny him?!

“oh, i know… jus’ need me to take care of you, huh? that it, honey?” he’s nodding along with you—but to be fair you think he’d agree to anything you said right now.

your hand gripped around his cock again, popes head instantly fell back against the bed frame with a choked moan. you found a pace that had him squirming against the sheets, this time swiping a thumb over the tip of his aching cock—earning you a pathetic whimper.

it didn’t take long for his orgasm to creep up again, he was a wailing mess, mumbling words almost incoherently through whines.

“oh my god—thank you, thank you… uhhhh… so good t’me,” pope fucked his cock harder into your fist as he came. spurting thick ropes of cum all over his stomach, your hand and even his thighs.