Dragonfly (Chapter 6 Final Chapter)
Subtle Dark! Pope Heyward x Mildly Naive! Reader
WARNING: Dubious Consent, Subtle Manipulation. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI
Summary: Sex had always been painful for you, but you had been reassured that the pleasure would eventually come. On one particularly frustrating night, you find comfort in the arms of your neighbor Pope Heyward, who offers his assistance with your little problem. Will it work? Or will you be ruined by Pope's selfish alternative motives?
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Popes POV
Start over?
Was she out of her fucking mind?
I didn’t put so much work and effort into breaking down her psyche, just so that she could build a resistance against me.
The plan was to give her a few days to sit on the break, and stop contacting her until she fell apart and came crawling back. Then I’d welcome her back with open arms. In the meantime, I thought it would be a good Idea to alienate her from her friends. It doesn't take much to pit the girls of outer banks against one another. I learned that from Sarah and Kie.
I just ‘ran into’ them at the beach, and told them that me and my little Dragonfly had fallen into some difficult times and she may be running to them for comfort. I may or may not have mentioned that this was usually something she’d do when I wasn’t available to her.
The look on their faces was priceless. Dragonfly’s friends were usually cool people, but like most people, it doesn’t take much to push out a misunderstanding like being second place to your ‘friend's’ boyfriend.
It wasn’t necessarily something that I cared to do, but she had pissed me off by asking for space. I wanted her to feel small, pathetic, and lonely. So when she came back, I’d be all she had left.
Dragonfly had been mine long before we started our little escapades. I always knew about her sexual strife. Billy Jo couldn’t keep his mouth closed about it, saying he couldn’t even finish because she was in so much pain. I’d never wanted to kill someone so badly, but I kept it to myself.
The second time was at a party, I watched her go upstairs with someone and although not my best moment, I followed and listened. To my absolute delight, I could hear nothing but her strangled cries before she began begging her partner to stop, which he did, and proceeded to ask what was wrong with her.
The third time I overheard a conversation she was having with her friends at the wreck.
I realized there was a problem, so I began researching issues that might make sex hurt, which was how I came across vaginismus. It was a long shot, but if my intuition was accurate, it would definitely be the thing I needed to make her mine, it didn’t hurt that her self-esteem was shot down a bit.
My moment arrived when she came home crying. She was dressed like she’d just come from a date, so I knew a failed sexual encounter had occurred.
I had to push a bit to get her to open up but, it ultimately worked, in no time at all I had introduced her to the concept of vaginismus and waited for her to bite when she realized that I may actually be able to help her.
I could have just gotten her set of dilators and had her stretch her vaginal muscles independently, but where was the fun in that. I didn’t just need her to be cured, I needed her to be mine. From my understanding, there were two aspects of sex that caused vaginismus to be so painful. Mental, because she didn’t trust her partners to take care of her, and physically her vaginal muscles just had difficulty getting used to penetration.
I first established a connection with her, I needed her to get used to the idea of being with me, both socially and sexually. The kisses, the hugs, the dates that she refused to acknowledge as dates.
When people first started mentioning the idea of us dating, she would immediately correct them. She always made sure to confirm with me that our arrangement was just an arrangement, and don’t get me started on how stiff she was when I showed her any kind of affection. It was frustrating, but expected, the key here was patience, and I had a lot of it to spare.
As the days wore on, she became used to the idea of being with me. She didn’t correct people when they called us ‘lovebirds’, or any other variation. Started returning my affections, albeit reluctantly, and most importantly, she was adamant about starting the most sexual part of the “treatment”.
I was definitely ready to get started but I needed to test my theory. So I ghosted her for a day, if she had gained any attachment to me, it would show one way or another. I had a University interview on the day I chose so I was dressed in business formal. The interview went well, and my father and I decided to go out for the momentous occasion. I got a bouquet of flowers, and my father smirked as if he knew a secret, but for now I just kept everything to myself.When I got home, I set back to my plan.
I found a Pure Vanilla body oil a while back, it was her favorite scent, if all worked well, and I managed to get sexual with Dragonfly, this would be the scent I used every time we got busy.
Why? Because of classical conditioning. If she had a pleasant sexual experience every time I smelled like Vanilla, overtime, she would get aroused every time I wore this scent. I dabbed the oil along my skin, and grabbed the bouquet heading right next door.
The results were better than expected.
I more or less expected her to chide me for disappearing on her, but instead she jumped into my arms and kissed me. I’ve never had a boner form so quickly, my plan was working. It was time for her to experience sexual pleasure. We quickly moved to her bedroom, and I immediately started devouring her cunt. It was honestly the best experience that I’d ever had and as expected she was as delicious as I had imagined and I couldn’t help but to savor every moment of the experience.
When her pussy spasmed and I started to feel warm juices gush forth, drenching my tongue with her nectar, I knew I had her.
I didn’t know for sure, but I think that was probably the first orgasm that she had shared with someone else.
Since then, with calculated precision, I’d partake in feasting on the nirvana between her legs. I couldn’t do it every day because I didn’t want her to get used to it, but I needed to do it often enough to invade her mind. In the meantime, I would stick my fingers inside of her to get her used to penetration. When I got up to 3 and her muscles relaxed around my fingers, it confirmed she was ready physically, but I didn’t have her 100%.
I needed her to get closer before I could snatch her up, to my suprise, she does begin reciprocating my oral satisfactions, and seems to actually enjoy it. Results became more favorable when she saw me playing around with Kie and threw the cutest tantrum. She tried to keep it to herself but couldn’t hold back when I wrapped her in my arms. So imagine my surprise, when I received a text from her that she wanted space. I was furious at her audacity to ask. But I allowed it, she didn’t need to see that part of me, besides, a little separation could be more beneficial to me than naught.
I couldn’t help following her around town though, I watched as her friends snubbed her with a smirk on my face, knowing the seed I had planted had been a success. I followed her around town, as she moved aimlessly, and if my hypothesis was correct, lonely.
Amidst my Dragonfly watching I spotted Rafe and LadyBug walking side by side, with Rafe’s arm tightly wound around her neck, and it looked like he was dragging her somewhere. I would have followed them but I was more worried about Dragonfly. Little did I know Ladybug would disappear a week later, but that's neither here nor there.
On the fourth day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I put on some Vanilla as a safeguard and went to climb up her window, and into her room when she greeted me nude, soon finding distraction in looking for a robe when I mentioned it.
It was disappointing to say the least.
When she started speaking, I decided to make a choice, it was now or never. This wasn’t the first time Dragonfly had given pushback, but it was the longest pushback she had ever given. I couldn’t risk the next one being longer than this. And if this didn’t work, I could always become rich and lock her in my basement.
She was about to say something, and I immediately cut her off with a kiss. She tried to reject me, but I simply pressed her a bit harder. I knew she was ready, she was always ready, but this moment was to establish her dependency on me.
As I pushed into her, I paid heed to her reaction. At first she gave a pained look, which had me a bit worried, but then it twisted into curiosity. I asked if she was ok, and it seemed like she wanted to stop, but she allowed me to keep going.
The symphony of moans that left her mouth had me in ecstasy, when she wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened I got a bit feral.
My little experiment was a success, I just needed to settle it once and for all, and I did with a simple.
“I love you”
Just as she reached her peak she called my name and said it back.
“I love you too.”
I had her.
She was mine now, and I had no intention on letting her go.
