sweet popey who can’t last no matter how hard he tries when you both start being intimate
a lil smutty blurb because I LOVE ME SOME POPEEEE, also premature ejac pope is so canon to me 😭
The first time he feasted on your cunt he creamed his pants well before you even reached your peak. So spurred on by the way you were fucking his face and pushing him harder into your cunt. Moaning and babbling away. His name falling from your mouth in a way he hadn’t heard before, so breathy and laced with want… genuine want “a-andyyy mmakin' me feel so good” him? making someone feel good?
It's the way he starts whimpering and breathing heavily between his laps through your folds that has you pushing your head up to check on him “a-andy what’s wrong honey? m-i hurting you?” you're panting out as you start to retract your claws from his scalp and he grabs your wrist, tight and pushes it back through his hair.
When you grip and pull his hair he looks up at you briefly, his eyes blown black “feel so good” he mumbles and you see the way he ruts his hips into the mattress. So hard that you see his ass clenching under his jeans. But you smile, your sweet baby, making himself feel good because he's making you feel good.
The closer he got to his own release the more frenzied his tongue got. You hadn’t even realised it the first time, so lost in your own euphoria when he literally came in his pants from eating you out. It was after he had sent you over the edge, you pulled him back up to you. Licking yourself off his lips as you tried to unbutton his jeans.
He pulled your hand away and couldn’t even look you in the eye, sweet sweet popey, so embarrassed. “andy? what happened are you okay?” You coo at him
"i-i couldn’t stop it m’sorry” he whines, his eyebrows knitting together as you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone and you look between you bodies and see the messy wet patch at his crotch and the puzzle starts to piece together.
“ohhhhhh andy, it’s okay honey” you kiss his little frown and then the crease between his brows “we can try again" your voice soft, warm and reassuring and he melts into it, into your touch, into you. He burrows his face into your neck and engulfs you in his arms "oh-ohk, i'll do better next time-promise"
i'm not thinking, i know pope cody would apologize after a fight by waking you up and begging for a comfy lil prone bone <3
you and your boyfriend's current dynamic is... complicated. you love him so much that you stay with him even when his family ruins your time together. like tonight, when you two were supposed to have a nice dinner and some rare alone time earlier today, but one phone call from Smurf and he had gone running. you had begged him to stay, telling him how you made him a nice dinner, rented out the first ever movie you watched together, and planned on taking a nice romantic bath with each other before falling asleep in his arms.
pope hadn't budged, he left in a hurry of frustration after a fight ensued between the two of you. he had said things he didn't mean- like calling you needy and clingy- and you had told him you regretted ever asking him to stay. once he was gone, and you had blown out all the candles, threw away the 3 course meal you prepared. and you had cried when you realized he left without even kissing you goodbye :(
you ate alone, showered alone, and went to sleep alone. crying the whole way through. pope had called you multiple times, but you didn't answer. you couldn't bear the thought of answering the phone and him still being mad... or maybe even ending things. you sent him one text that read, 'goodnight. be safe. i love you and i'm sorry.' then you settled into the bed he built for you, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts that smelled like him, and tried not to cry yourself to sleep.
when you hear popes boots thud against the floor hours later, you think you might be dreaming. you peel your puffy eyes open and blink into the darkness. you're laying on your stomach, arms crossed underneath your tear soaked face. you vaguely hear the sound of a belt clinking, jeans zipping, and clothes being discarded onto the floor. the feeling of the bed dipping confirms that your boyfriend is finally home. popes heavy body crawls over top of you, settling on you like he always does.
he plants small kisses to your cheeks before he even says anything, laying down so his thighs cage in yours and his bare chest presses to your back. you sniffle when you realize he is in his boxers and you feel the warmth you missed so badly. pope freezes. "hey sweetheart. 'm so sorry about earlier." he brings a palm to rub at your side while he continues to whisper apologies in your ear. "shouldn't 've left you like i did-." his words have you shaking your head into your pillow as your bottom lip wobbles.
he sucks in a sharp breath. "fuck- 'm so so sorry honey. i ruined our night, i know. will you lemme make you feel better? p-please sweetheart?" you're half asleep and so gloomy. and even though you're still hurt, all you want to do is let your boyfriend make love to you.
pope kisses at your damp cheek when you nod. "gonna make it all better. promise." his gentle words and his even more gentle movement to slide your t-shirt up over your butt has more tears spilling from your waterline. you never see him this sweet, only when you fight.
he kisses your shoulder while his hand dips down between your legs. your gasp is watery and you shudder when he carefully circles your clit with two calloused fingers. he whispers sweet words the whole time he gets you ready for him. tracing your weepy hole so softly and sweetly. "yer so perfect for me." he slides one thick finger into you and you buck your hips back. "never leavin' you again honey. promise." you cry out when he adds another. "you're my everything sweetheart. love you so much."
the last sentence has you coming on his fingers when he curls them just right. you whimper and squirm underneath his hold while he kisses your hairline the whole way through. "andy..." you voice cracks on the first word you've said to him since he's been back. he shoves down his boxers and nudges your legs apart. "i know. i know. god 'm so sorry. fuck- can i sweet girl? can i please?" you arch ever so slightly as a yes and he immediately shoves his hard cock inside of you. you moan at the stretch his thickness provides every time no matter how nicely he preps you.
popes forehead falls to the nape of your neck. he slowly starts to thrust into you, still whispering. "missed you. hate when we fight. love you so- hnnhg- love you so much."
you're blinking back tears and nodding at his words. you can't form your own right now due to the mix of pleasure and something much deeper you can't quite name. pope rests all his weight atop you, bringing one strong arm to hook underneath your neck. he lightly tilts your head sideways so he can press his lips to yours. you whimper when he ruts his hips until he bottoms out then pauses, letting both of you feel how deep he is.
"didn't mean what i said." you barley hear his quiet, shaky words over your own sniffles and the pulse of his length stilled against your warm walls. "you're not clingy or needy, honey. thats me. i-i need you. god, i love you so much- need you always. wanna stay just like this forever."
its exactly what you needed to hear. tears threaten to spill due to the fact that he knows you so well. you love him so much. you’re choking through your words. " 'm sorry andy-." he cuts you off with a tender "shh shh- jus breathe sweetheart- mhm jus like that." then starts to grind his hips again. pope's heavy weight above you and his thickness dragging inside you only adds to the warmth you feel from his words.
"was my fault. should've stayed. god honey, 'm so sorry i made you upset." you're full on crying now, whimpering his name over and over while he does the same but with " 'm sorry." he's panting soothing words in your ear, muscular forearm tightening around your throat. you feel his thighs twitch on the backs of yours in restraint. you can tell he is trying to keep the slow and sensual pace to match the apology he's giving you.
but you don't want slow. not when you've missed him all night and just want him to make you feel as good as he always does. you push your ass back to fuck yourself onto him a few times as hard as you can with all 200 plus pounds of him on top of you. he complies, instantly knowing what you want, and pressing his cheek to yours and starting to thrust relentlessly. your wet eyes roll into your head as his hips slap harshly against your butt. you feel his fat tip kiss your cervix while the weight of his chest stays glued to your back. a spark starts in your lower belly and tingles start dancing behind your eyes.
a small bit of liquid drops onto your cheekbone and you blink up enough top see pope crying too. it's the first time you've been able to focus on his face. your eyes trace his freckled face thats laced with devastation and his auburn curls that are all messy as if he'd been running his hands through them all night. "t-tell me y'love me sweetheart. please -mmhf fuck- please 'm so sorry. needa hear it."
his small and pathetic words are a stark contrast to the way he's pounding into you. your big strong boyfriend is now sniffling and whimpering just like you had been all night. you comply because it's truly all you feel in this moment. there is nothing else in your euphoria-blanked brain besides the words. "love you andy- loveyouloveyouloveyou-!" he's moaning unashamedly above you as you flutter around his cock. he uses his free hand thats not balancing him to intertwine his fingers with yours that clutching at the sheets.
the tangible pleasure grows and grows till it locks tight behind where your eyes are pouring tears. pope smashes his damp lips to yours once more before starting to beg you. "hnnhg fuck honey- come for me. please. give itta me- i'll keep it safe. promise. come with me please."
he's taken over all of your senses. his words are in the air you breathe, his body is creating the heat you feel, and his throaty groans are taking over the noises you hear.
you can barely move your lips against his as you cry out when you shatter. you're clenching around him so tightly that you're about to push his hefty cock out, but it's all pope needs to come too. your releases are a mix of tears, moans and repeated "iloveyou"s. it's warm and intimate and has your vision blowing white as your hearing fades in and out due to the intensity. when you come down, your body is still shaky and pope is still moving inside of you, even though he's soft and you feel his come warming your insides.
he hasn't stopped whispering sweet nothings to you. "love you. love you so much. yer perfect. don't deserve you." you shake your head in disagreement, brain too fuzzy and body too tired to use words. when he moves to pull out, all you can manage is a raspy whine in protest. pope settles back instantly as if he never actually wanted to move in the first place.
he stays there all night. resting inside of you and laying above you while gently reminding you how much he loves you <3
Andrew that has the habit of appearing behind you, especially when you’re getting ready for the day. Slipping on the jock strap variety of packing underwear, adjusting said packer so it doesn’t seem like you got a hard-on and so it’s comfortable.
You know he’s behind you, he smells rich and heavy, gotta be that cologne you got him for Christmas. There’s a hitch in his breathing as he watches in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Andrew takes a step forward to look over your shoulder, curiosity getting the best of him as he grabs at the bulge.
“Jesus, Andrew-“
“You’re so big for me, sweet pup.”
There’s a grumble that slips past your lips, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. He’s toying with the silicone, his eyes linger at your scars, reminder of your progression. They are healing nice enough. You’ve already done your routine to take care of ‘em. Andrew moves to scent your hair, your neck and he growls.
“You’re ridiculous, Pope.”
He grimaces and sighs, “You love this, I know you do.” His squeezing doesn’t let up as he gives you a crooked smile, his canines pushing past his lips. You love his smile, you hope he never ‘fixes’ them. They are perfect as is.
“Sure, but we’re busy today, mister.” A slight chuckle escapes both of you and he hums, “Has that stopped us before?” Andrew is back to smelling you before pushing you up against the bathroom counter. You can feel him pressed hard against your ass, rutting and whimpering.
“My sweet boy, Andrew.” He whines and grips harder at your hip and bulge. “Thank god it’s fake, you’d be fuckin’ ripping my shit off.” Andrew whimpers out an apology quickly which you tsk.
“No, no, it’s alright, get your rocks off. Show me I’m yours, pup.” Pope craved submission as much as he did control, that’s the beauty of it. The way the two of you could switch between roles like it was as simple as breathing. He croaked out another moan as he ruts faster.
“You gettin’ close for me, hm?” Andrew nods vigorously, he’s starting to tear up as his legs wobble. He whimpers and sheds some tears, “Please, please let me have this.”
“Mhm, go ahead, sweet boy. You’re doing so good for me, cum. Cum for me, honey.” Andrew huffs and shoots his load, ruining his boxers and jeans. Already, he feels gross and you try your best to hold him up, he’s a fuckin’ rock. Moving around to rub his sides and kissing the side of his head, “So good, so good. Let’s go get you cleaned up, mm?” He nods wearily and snuggles into you, getting his filth on the both of you then you both move to the floor while holding each other. Shared kisses and sweet nothings are whispered.
f/o muttering your name under their breath as they jerk off, eyes closed and head thrown back. their hips stutter as they touch themselves, biting their hip and trying desperately to give themselves the pleasure they know only you can give them.
mdni. dividers by sisterlucifergraphics and chrisssiren.
Helmut should tie me down and fuck my pussy until I'm crying and drooling and squirming and just when I think he's done, he starts riding my cock until he's satisfied
Written with phalloplasty with no vnectomy in mind
f/o who grabs the fat on your stomach & waist and gives it a little squeeze while they're fucking you. f/o who puts a hand or two on your thick thighs or soft belly to steady themself while they pound you harder & faster. f/o who loves watching the movement ripple through the fat on your body when they fuck you. f/o who gets too into it and has to control themself so they bury their face in your neck and kiss and nip at your double chin and the soft parts of your neck while they keep going. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
NEED Otto to fuck my pussy until I'm quivering and crying. Him laying back with me on top and his actuators gripping my hips as they move me on his cock, holding me up and forcing me to keep going even when my hole is drooling and my eyes struggle to stay open, he'd tug my collar to bring me back to reality bc I'm daddy's boy and daddy can use me as he pleases
ohhhh i love when men do a big stretch and their shirts pull up and they squeeze their eyes shut and do a little groaning noise and i can see their happy trails and. and then i explode.
They actually made that scene in the boroughs where sam is laying back and gagging and groaning as medical tools are put into the back of his throat for me trust me it's true
You MUST picture your male/masc f/o in lingerie for your health NOW. Would they be confident and tease you for how much you like it? Would they be embarrassed blushing messes??? Something in between?? Was it their idea to dress up or yours? The possibilities are ENDLESS
