maybe you could do where bitchy reader is actually a virgin but everyone assumes she isn't because of how confident and bold she is? but just as her and pope are about to have sex for the first time she shyly tells him??? eeek so cute
♡ — warnings : little bit of banter, heavy petting, arguing (barely lol), loss of virginity, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, a lot of praise, premature ejaculation, slight overstimulation,
“are you sure your brother isn’t here?” pope walked up the steps of your trailer, your bedazzled duffle bag hanging from his shoulder as you unlocked the rickety door. “ugh, yes pope! i told you like a million times already!” you rolled your eyes, stepping inside before pulling him in by his shirt. “m’just asking..” he muttered under his breath, allowing you to basically drag him over to your room. pope had been inside the trailer before when you had snuck him in after walking you home from work so late one night. “barry isn’t coming back tonight, i promise you don’t have to worry about hiding like the last time.” you laughed, sitting him down at the edge of your bed.
pope shook his head at the memory, his hands finding the curves of your hips as he pulled you on top of his lap. you looked so good right now in your tight mini dress and sandals, pope couldn’t help but grope you through the thin material until you were whining pathetically against his neck. licking a stripe up the column of his throat, pope groaned as you began leaving kisses there, your nails running along his scalp in a way that had him hardening in his pants. “shit— you know that drives me crazy.” he hissed, snaking his hand down the globes of your ass before his fingers pressed against your clothed cunt.
“m’gonna rub you dumb through these panties, baby.” you gasped, feeling the pads of his digits cirlce your clit over the lace of your thong. it always blew your mind, the way pope just knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew how to get you going, knew how to make you shake and cry until you were forcing your thighs shut around his hand, you had never felt anything like it. “pope?” you whimpered, trembling helplessly as the familiar tension began threatening to snap in your tummy. he stayed silent waiting for you to continue, but when you didn’t he stopped all ministrations. “what’s wrong?” he thumbed your chin, urging you to meet his concerned eyes.
breathlessly, you blinked up at him from under your lashes. “i wanna go all the way.” you whispered, watching as pope’s gaze darkened ever so slightly. “all the way? as in like—” you cut him off before he could use some fancy technical term, “i want you to fuck me.” at this, pope swallowed thickly. “but?” he could tell there was something sitting on the tip of your tongue waiting to be confessed. you sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed. “i’ve never had sex before, pope.” either he wasn’t hearing correctly, or you just grew another head. “why are you looking at me like that?” you put a little bit of space between you two, your cheeks heating as pope stammered over his words.
sensing your unease, pope was quick to pull you close once again. “i’m sorry, it’s just— i’m surprised is all,” your face twisted into one of confusion and offense, pope’s eyes widening as he realized how that might’ve sounded. “not in a bad way, of course! i just would’ve thought since you’re.. you know; you.” you gasped, swatting him away as you rushed to get up. “so because i’m a dancer, that automatically means i’m having sex?” you scoffed, suddenly feeling exposed as you adjusted the neckline of your dress. “no! shit, i worded that so bad,” pope cursed, “i’m talking about your personality, not your job occupation.” he panicked, attempting to grab your hand.
“my personality?!” you repeated in disbelief, “what does that even have to do with anything?” pope shot up from your bed before you could walk out of your room, his hands finding purchase on your arms. “i just mean your attitude. besides the fact that you have an endless line of men begging to be with you, you’re just so confident and flirty and really beautiful, you could have anyone you want. literally. my friends included.” he chuckled, watching the way your expression slowly softened. “you’re so far out of my league it just caught me off guard,” he apologized, caressing the side of your cheek, “and just for the record, i wouldn’t have cared if you did sleep with other people already.”
melting into his touch, you closed your eyes for a moment as he held you. “have you done it before?” as much as you were already jealous at the thought of someone being intimate with pope, you had to remember that he was still a really good guy at the end of the day and it wouldn’t be far fetched if he had already shared experiences with others. “sex? yes.” pope could see the gears working in your head at his answer, your eyes narrowing as you thought about who. using your distraction to his advantage, pope sat you down this time and began to ease the tension. “it’s been a long time since i last did anything with someone, i promise.” you hummed, sparing him a glance.
“you’re still hard.” pope looked down at his lap and nodded. “yeah, well you tend to have that effect on me..” you laughed softly, both of you finally meeting gazes. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to freak out or anything. i’m just tired of people always making pre-judgements about me. i know you didn’t mean anything bad.” you scooted closer, allowing him to embrace you. pecking the crown of your head, pope breathed in the scent of your shampoo, his jaw ticking once he felt your hand rest over the tent in his boxers. “i still want you,” you spoke, “please.” if there was anything pope could never say to you, it was the word ‘no’.
“are you sure?” pope was already laying you down against your pillows before you answered him with a kiss to the corner of his lips, his hips slotting between your thighs. leaning down, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he went in for your neck, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as he trailed wet kisses down to your cleavage. pulling at his shirt, you watched with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as pope slipped off the garment, his muscular build revealing itself to you in all of its glory. “fuck, i forget you’re hiding all of this sometimes.” you reached out, running your hand down the ridges of his abs until your fingertips met his happy trail.
“i guess treasure hunting has its way of paying off.” he snorted, his hands working to get you bare and pretty beneath him. despite working in a club, you still felt nervous as pope slowly got you out of your dress, his eyes running down your naked form. “i’ve seen you dance so many times before,” he whispered, “and i’ve tried to imagine you like this, but my imagination truly doesn’t give you enough justice. you’re fucking stunning, babe.” you smiled, feeling less nervous as he adjusted himself to where his head was between your thighs. “i want you to lay back and just let me work, okay? this is all about you.”
sucking in a breath, you fisted the sheets as pope’s lips connected with your flesh, his tongue circling teasing licks against your skin. rubbing you with a firm grip, you knew he wasn’t going to spare you once he locked his arms around your thighs and delved in without hesitation. back arching off of your bed, you cried out once he found your clit. “pope—!” you moaned, your hips bucking as he held you tight against his face. you let out a shuddered breath, your hands flying up to cup your tits as he brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. eyes fluttering shut, you jolted once he teased a finger at your entrance.
“i just want to get you ready as best as i can baby, you let me know if this hurts?” unable to form a coherent sentence, you nodded frantically, waiting with a bated breath as he slowly slipped into your soaked cunt. “f-feels good,” you whimpered, “fuck.” pope sighed in relief, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued his ministrations. by the time pope had three fingers inside of you, you felt more than ready to take something else. “i want more, pope,” you reached down and motioned for him to come up from between your thighs, “i’m ready.” pulling away to get his pants off, your breath hitched in your throat once you saw the size of him.
“oh, wait—” pope shushed you, his hand tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he pinned your thigh to his hip. “you’re ready,” he pecked your temple, “i wouldn’t have stopped doing what i was doing if i didn’t fully believe you could take it.” you swallowed hard, both of you sitting in silence before you gave him a small nod, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as he lined himself up with your waiting pussy. upon pushing into you, you made a sound you had never made before, your walls already clenching around him as he filled you to the hilt. kissing you softly, you held onto pope while he used his mouth to muffle your moans.
“i’m gonna start moving, okay?” he interlocked your hands together, keeping them close to his chest before he pulled out and glided back in. “oh, my god..” you all but melted into a puddle of nothing beneath him when you felt him reach a depth you couldn’t even begin to imagine. pope was so gentle as you took in all the new sensations you were able to. you and pope had your fair share of intimacy, but this? him rocking in and out of you while his body weight laid on top of your own was something that could bring you to tears. you couldn’t get any closer than this, and yet you felt like he was in your skin. he was all around you. everywhere you looked, touched— pope was everything in this moment.
it was only a matter of time before your hips started meeting his thrusts, prompting him to move faster as you grew more frantic with every word of praise. “you’re doing so good.” pope groaned, his movements faltering as he felt his orgasm beginning to unravel. quickly snaking a hand between your bodies, you shrieked as he started rubbing hard circles around your clit, the action sending you over the edge and leaving you to clamp tightly around his cock. embarrassingly enough, this was the fastest pope had ever finished, his cum painting your insides with hot, white spurts. you reveled in the way your body wracked in full blown bliss, your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears as your nails raked down his torso.
still twitching inside of you, pope cradled your head and held you securely until you eventually tapped out, overstimulation beginning to set in as his fingers never slowed down the rubbing against your sensitive bud. “too much!” you whined, placing a firm hand on his chest, “too, much, pope!” without a second thought, pope stopped, both of you breathless and utterly fucked out. you gazed up at him, your vision growing a little fuzzy as your eyes watered. pope blinked, long and slow. “are you okay?” his voice came out rushed and concerned once he saw the tear that escaped the corner of your eye.
wiping away at your face, you nodded, bringing him down by the nape of his neck for a kiss. you had heard stories from your co-workers about their first times and how horrible it was. either the guy was an asshole, the place was dingy, or hell, even both. you used to wonder what yours would’ve been like, especially once pope came into the picture. it didn’t take long to determine he was perfect. protective, smart, sweet, he was everything you hadn’t had before. “i’m more than okay,” you smiled at him, “how long before we can do it again?”
