pope had been extremely testy recently and no one could figure out why. it was a notch just above his usual angsty self and no one was safe from his wrath. he was yelling at the boys, telling them how stupid and irresponsible they were, he was yelling at smurf, telling her how controlling and dangerous she was. even the poor pots and pans didn’t stand a chance against him.
you stayed out of his way, not because you thought you’d be his next target, but because you thought maybe he needed some space. you knew how his mind treated him sometimes, you just wanted to give him some air for him to work through it.
everything was fine and you assumed he was almost out of the woods. that was until the attitude reached you.
everyone had been standing around in the kitchen just talking and shooting the shit like any other day. deran, craig, and j were sat around the table while you and nicky were at the counter making some cocktail. pope was off doing god knows what and everyone just let him be.
all of a sudden, he busted through the glass doors, everyone’s conversations ceasing as he stood there, big and brooding and quiet. a few moments of silenced passed before you spoke up.
“hey, popey. where you been?” you asked, returning to cut the lime you were prepping on the cutting board.
he said nothing for a moment, waiting until you looked up at him to answer with a curt “out,”
your bottom lip jumped out at this, nodding your head as you set the knife down on the counter and turned your plans to lean on it. “clearly, my love. would you like to give any specifics? you’ve been gone a while.”
he stared, eyes locking in with his usual unsettling gaze when he’s miffed. “i don’t need you to keep tabs on me,” his voice stone cold.
your jaw clicked at his response. you took a deep breath though your nose, trying to reason with yourself he’s just been in a mood. a mood that he’s been making everyone’s problem but yours until this moment.
“i just want to know you’ve been safe, popey,” your lips curled up into an irritated smile. his face softened for a split second as if he was going to fold, but instead he doubled down, eyes narrowing as he let out a growl.
he turned on his heel and stormed back out the glass doors, making his way towards the garage. once the doors slammed back shut, everyone had their eyes on you, waiting in silence for your reaction.
you closed your eyes in anger, huffing out another breath before opening them back up and grabbing the knife to return to your cutting.
you chopped in silence for a second before turning to nicky who was already looking at you with wide eyes. “how many limes would you like, dear?”
the rest of the night went by without a word or sighting from pope. you eventually settled into your shared room, working through your entire nightly routine with still no sign. it wasn’t until you were settled in the bed with your book when you heard the bedroom door creak open.
obviously fully aware of who is walking into your room, you keep your eyes on the page, not even reading anymore but instead listening for movements.
pope stands menacingly by the door, body still covered by the shadows. he doesn’t move but you can tell his fingers are moving as they fiddle awkwardly with each other.
you’re willing to play this game of chicken on whoever’s going to make the move first, so you turn the page and keep on reading.
it takes a couple of moments but soon he moves his planted feet, walking over towards his side of the bed and sitting down hesitantly next to you.
his head turns to look at you, you can tell from your peripheral, but he still stays silent. he does this a couple more times, tuning his head to look at you and then facing back forward before actually speaking.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers. you turn the next page, unmoved by his confession.
“hmm?” you give him, refusing to look at him.
he’s silent as he shifts into the bed. you feel his hands slither from his lap and onto the bed, moving slowly as they reach your exposed thighs from under the sheets. you keep your eyes on your book but quirk an eyebrow up at his movement.
“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have been rude to you,” his body is pressed up against yours now, his head hovering just over your shoulder.
you finally take your eyes off the pages you haven’t even been reading and side eye him as his hand snakes further between your thigh.
taking your book in on hand, you lift your arms to allow him to curl his body fully into yours. your arm wraps around his shoulder and your hand maneuvers just under his jaw.
“no, you shouldn’t have been,” you tell him. he looks up to you with apologetic eyes.
“lemme make it up to you,” the feeling of his voice vibrates against your palm which is pressed to the base of his throat. “please,”
“and how would you suppose to do that?” you ask quietly. he shifts from your hold and moves so his body of over yours, fully engulfing your frame with his own.
“just let me make you feel good,” he says as pulls the sheets down to exposed your unclothed bottom half. he whimpers at the sight before nudging your legs apart and pressing a kiss to the top of your cunt.
he looks up at you from his position as his lips linger over your heat. pope starts to mouth at you, wetting you up as he makes out with your pussy.
you let out a sigh as he licks a long strip up from your hole to you clit, the tip of his tongue flitting around the bud. pope sucks and licks at you as you watch him with endearment, book still held haphazardly in your hand.
you go back to reread the pages you missed and finish your chapter as he eating you out. he doesn’t seem to mind when he feels like spine of your book rest against his head and instead wraps his arms around your thighs to bury himself deeper.
you let pope eat you simply for his own pleasure as you finish your pages. you shove your bookmark into the crease and toss the book somewhere on your night stand table. the loud thump of it doesn’t disturb pope and he stays rights where he’s at, head jumping around between you.
you’re watching him for a few moments when you notice his hips grinding into the bed. he’s still in his jeans and you can hear his belt buckle scrape against the sheets.
you give him a few more seconds of self indulgence before you wrap a hand through his hair, ripping him off your pussy with a whine. you pull him up so he’s facing you, lips and chin glistening with spit and arousal.
“have you been acting up because i’ve been neglecting you?” he nods, your hand still gripping his curls. “next time just ask, handsome. you know i’ll take care of you,”
“yes, maam,” he whispers. you couldn’t help but grin at his title for you, one he only really uses when he’s deep in his head.
“good boy,” you tell him with a shake of your hand. “pull yourself out for me, yeah?”
he nods and scrambles up as you let go of his hair, kneeling above you and undoing his belt. he unzips his pants and goes to move to pull them off of his body, but you stop with a click of your tongue.
“i didn’t say get undressed, my love,” he stares at you for a second before adjusting his pants back up his legs. he’s watching you as he reaches into his underwear and pulls himself out.
pope grips his dick hard as he shoves the waistband of his underwear just far enough down to pull himself fully out.
he’s hard and leaking from the red tip that is staring you in the face. you prop yourself up on your elbows, reaching your arm up to replace his hand at the base of his cock. you give him a tight squeeze and pump him a few times, desperate whines falling from his lips.
“please,” he begs after a few pumps. his voice cracks as he speaks. “please can i get inside you? i need to be inside you,”
your eyebrow quirks up in contemplation. not taking your eyes away from watching yourself jerk him off.
“you think you deserve it?” you ask. you look up at him as he whimpers, head nodding slightly.
“please, i’ll make it up to you. i’ll make it up to everyone, i need it, please,” his face is scrunching up into something like pain as your hand tightens around him.
you hum, not giving him an answer.
“i’m sorry, im sorry. ill be good, i promise,”
"hmm, you promise?"
"yes, ma'am, I promise, please"
he's nearing full blown moans as you quicken the pace of your hand. you watch his face screw up into pain and pleasure and need and release your grip from him suddenly.
he gasps at the lost of contact and stares at you with widened eyes. "go, handsome boy. make me feel good,"
he wastes no time as he takes his cock back into his hand and guides it towards your entrance. the tip prods at your hole as he looks back up to you for permission to which you nod and mouth put it in to him.
pope shoves his cock in, a loud moan erupting from his chest as he sinks in, length halfway in. he starts to whimper, his bottom lip stuttering as he loses himself in the wet warmth of your pussy.
he stopped moving and his breathing picked up, shoulders shaking as he grounds himself. you pick your leg up to wrap around his waist and tug it in, forcing him to move his hips and push his cock further inside of you.
"what's taking so long, my sweet boy, hm? I thought you needed this," his hands grab at your exit to stable himself over you.
"I do, you just feel so good, im sorry," he's fully whining now, hands kneading at the fat on your hips as he stays still.
"well, come on then. you need this pussy so bad, you fuckin' take it,"
pope groans at your words and presses himself fully against you so he's as deep as he can be. he shakes his head, finally moving his hips back and pulling his cock fully from you.
he looks up at you once more, that look in his eye forming, before shoving himself back in in one deep thrust. it punches a moan out of you and you arch your back at the pressure.
you feel pope readjust himself on the bed before continuing his movements. he's fully thrusting into you now, silent and steady as he focuses on his cock submerging into your cunt.
he's breathing out small "ah, ah, ah," as he's fucks you quick and desperate. he falls on top of you, arms bracing around your head as he digs his head into you neck.
"feel good, sweet boy?" you ask, head tilting to his. he nods, whimpering out a yes ma'am into your shoulder.
hes pistoning his hips rapidly into you as small, pathetic noises tumbling out of him. his whines were getting higher and needier at every rut of his hips.
pope's deep inside of you and his hard thrusts are pushing you even closer to the edge. you reach your arms up to tangle back into his sweaty hair.
"you're doing such a good job, my sweet boy, you're gonna make me cum," he lets out something near a sob, your name falling from his lips.
he starts to go even harder, frantically fucking into you to get you closer to your release. you start squeezing your walls around him, jerking your own hips to his rhythm.
"you wanna make me cum?" he hums his answer. "use your words, popey,"
"fuck, im gonna make you cum. want you to cum on my dick, please, fuck im close, we can come together, fuck-"
"you think I should let you cum this quick? hmm?" you ask. he sobs again into your neck, hips unrelenting against you.
"please," he whines once. "please, ma'am, let me cum in you,"
you can feel him stutter a bit, almost unnoticeable. you don't speak, just let him shove his cock into you as you moan against his ear. he does well and doesn't ask you again, just fucks into you like its the last thing he's ever going to do.
hes rubbing himself on you, the hair around his pubic bones rustling over your clit. he hits an angle deep inside of you and you moan loudly, squeezing his cock roughly with the wet walls of your cunt.
"im gonna come, popey," you tell him. he burrows his face further into your neck. "im gonna cum and you're gonna come right after me,"
he nods, the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. it only takes a few more thrusts of his hips for you to fall over the edge, arching your body into his as you cum and soak his dick.
he slithers an arm under you and uses his hold to fuck into you harder. his head lifts up from your neck to examine your face, pleading with his eyes as you look up at him.
"come on, popey. cum in me, baby boy,"
"oh, fuck, thank you," he groans, eyes never leaving yours as he does what hes told. he cums inside of you, the warm feeling of his load covering your walls.
you watch him strain his neck as he rides out his high, veins popping out as he whines above you.
his hips stutter as he finishes and rests his head back onto your shoulder as he pulls out, peppering your face with kisses until you're giggling and pushing him off to the side.
pope plops down next to you and finally shoves his jeans off of his body. he watches as you pull yourself out of bed and waddle to the bathroom, groaning at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you.
you jump back into bed with him after cleaning yourself up and nuzzle into him and he murmurs an I love you into your hair as you drift off to sleep with a smile over your face.
you're in the kitchen making lunch the next day when deran and craig bust into the house with weird, relieved smiles.
"I have no idea what you did to pope, but whatever it was, thank you."
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