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Old Millennial American speaking here. I need you to adopt this mentality as early as possible and hold to it. The older you get, the harder it is to begin this practice and claw back the extremely unhealthy effects of a workaholic lifestyle. I am speaking from 20 years of experience.
This does not mean having a shitty attitude at work, or not doing your job, or relying on co-workers to carry your water.
This means you do what it says above. It also means not making work and productively your entire personality; not tying your productivity to your value; and not becoming so emotionally enmeshed in your work and workplace so that you are living and dying by what happens there.
Good luck out there. American workplace culture is mostly designed to work you to death. Moving against that tide can be challenging, so having a healthy mindset is important to living a life not consumed by your paid labor.
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youâre not thinking at allâ
you havenât been since andrew buried his face between your thighs and made you cum twice just because he missed you while he was âworking.â that was the beginning of the end. youâre barely coherent as he maneuvers you onto your tummy before pulling your hips back to meet his, propping you up on your knees so he can slip his thick cock inside easy. youâre too messy for there to be any true struggle, but the reminder of how well he completes you always snatches the air from your lungs before you can get yourself to breathe through it.
clawing at the bed, you prepare yourself for him to move. the first thrust has you burying your face in his crisp sheets and whimpering, especially when he leans over you with a hand on either side of your dizzy head. the sound of his heated skin meeting yours is lewd, it makes your ears burn. your toes are already curling as he groans over you, feeling your soft cunt trying to milk him dry without even meaning to. one hand comes to grab your jaw, holding your head up to keep you from suffocating yourself in your state. heâs always amazed by how much he can break you down. youâve always been a sensitive girl but when he has you like this, itâs a whole different level âŠ
you babble, each movement knocking a few dumb hiccupy sounds and syllables out of you, âandrew, andrewâ sâgoodâ feels sâgood, daddy.â
his heart stops. heâs too greedy to fully halt the rythym of his hips, but it comes to a slow grind that keeps you right where you need to be. blissed out and desperate. that word falling from your glossy lips was the last thing he expected. he didnât know you had it in you to be so perverted. it forces him wonder how long youâve wanted to claim him as your daddy. he nuzzles his face against the side of your own, feeling your supple skin and the shared heat between you two, âwhat did you just call me, baby? where did that come from, hm?â
you only whine in response, too gone to register what youâve started. you lift your hips up in an effort to get more from him, pressing your ass against his hips and attempting to fuck yourself back on him. a groan claws up his throat, raw and raspy. and suddenly heâs pounding you into the sheets, still keeping your pretty face in his grip. you huff out little breaths against his thumb only to have the digit stuffed in your mouth, effectively muffling your squeals and sweet moans.
âi know, i know. donât worry about it, shouldâve known you were too fucked up to speakâ let daddy do all the work, baby girl.â
The Dictionary defines a Whale Shark as: âa very large tropical shark which typically swims close to the surface, where it feeds chiefly on plankton. It is the largest known fish.â
The Webster Dictionary defines a Great White Shark as: âa large mackerel shark (Carcharodon carcharias) of warm seas that is bluish when young but becomes whitish with age and has been known to attack humansâ
The key difference between the two is the great white has been known to attack humans.
When you were hired in the ER as a CMA, everyone took note how you styled your scrubs. Since your scrubs were a blue color, you always chose a fun pattern under scrub top to go with it. Some days you wore ocean themed ones and other days you wore plain colors.
Your Apple Watch band is what started the Whale Shark nickname.
You had went with Shark Clip watch bands because you had gotten back into swimming and figured that band would work best.
âGood morning Whale Shark.â Dana said with a smile as you came in with a seashell claw clip in your hair.
âGood morning Dana.â You said with a smile, âLet me go put my stuff away and then Iâll come figure out my assignments today.â
âActually.. you are getting floated.â Dana started, âOrtho is down a medical assistant upstairs and I know you have background in taking care of patients and office work.â
âBut I donât have the right scrubsâŠâ You said, âI canât really change.â
âItâs okay kid, I donât think Dr. Park will mind.â Dana said with a smile, âPlus youâll be with your own kind. We call him Shark too.â
âBecause he likes sharks?â You asked, excitedly.
You heard Robby snort behind Dana, âNo kid, because he eats people alive.â Robby said, âGood luck up there.â
You just stared at Robby, âHeâs gonna eat me alive.â You whispered.
Dana smacked Robby with a clipboard. âGet out of here Robinavitch, you are scaring the poor girl.â
Robby giggled and walked away quickly, leaving Dana to turn to you.
âHeâs on the third floor, should be already up there.â She explained, âYou got this Whale Shark.â
You nod and headed to the elevator, going to the third floor just like Dana said.
Soon you make it to the third floor and head straight to the ortho office, letting yourself into the waiting room. The lighting is dim and you see a fish tank in the corner. You go over to look at the fish who are all thriving in their environment.
âDo I need to call security or are you just a lost student?â A voice snapped, causing you to stand up quickly, âBecause it looks like you shouldnât be here.â
âI was sent by Dana to step in as a Medical Office Assistant.â You explained, âIâm sorry, is now a bad time?â
âNo, itâs fine. Sorry, my guys donât get here normally till 7:45.â He explained, looking down at your name badge, âMy name is Brendon Park, call me Dr. Park.â
You nod and shake his head, mentioning your name, âBut you can call me Whale Shark.â
âWhale Shark.â He said, testing the name on his tongue, âDid they send you up here for that reason?â
âWhat?â You asked, confused, âWhy would they send me up here for that?â
âPark the Shark. Whale Shark.â He explained.
âOhhh sorry, I wasnât even thinking.â You said with a laugh, âStill waking up.â
He actually smiled at that, âListen Whale Shark, wanna run an errand for me? Go get me my usual from the coffee shop in the lobby.â He said, âGet yourself something too.â
âWhat about the other medical assistant?â You asked.
âHeâll get his own. Just bring it to my office.â Park said, turning to leave.
âDo I need to put this on my card?â You asked and that earned a laugh from Park.
âNo, they have my card on file. Just say itâs for Doctor Park.â He said, âNow I might not be up here when you come back, so just leave it in my office.â
You nodded and dropped your bag off by the front desk and headed down to the coffee shop in the lobby. As you ordered, you found out his usual was just a black coffee and an egg sandwich. Meanwhile, you had chosen a cookie butter cold foam cold brew with a sandwich as well. As you headed back to the third floor you couldnât help but think,
Why was everyone so nervous around Park? He seemed like a genuinely nice guy to you.
You soon stepped back into the ortho office and made it first to the front desk area. You set down your drinks by the open computer and then headed over to where his office was.
You knocked on the door and heard a strained âCome in.â from the other side.
You pushed open the door and the sight you saw was insane.
Park was doing push ups, shirtless.
âOh hey, just set it on my desk. Thank you.â He grumbled.
You just nodded and put it on his desk before scrambling out of there.
Because you were not expecting to see the ortho surgeon you were working under today shirtless and insanely ripped.
âSo how do you like working here so far?â Mauricio asked as he sipped his protein coffee.
Working under Dr. Park wasnât too bad. His patients were nice enough. The only complaint you had was it felt like working for two gym bros who were constantly flexing.
âItâs not too bad. Itâs weirdly peaceful.â You said, sipping your cold brew.
âYouâll like the NP who comes in when Dr. Park does surgeries. His name is Chris, heâs super chill.â
âIs it only men who work in this office?â You asked, confused.
Mauricio nodded, âYea, Park likes it that way. But heâs working on adding more women to his team.â
âSo heâs a little sexist, noted.â You mumbled as you processed a patientâs insurance.
âI did not say that!â Mauricio argued.
âYou implied it.â You said with a laugh.
Right on cue, Dr. Park came into the little office area. âWhat do you guys want for lunch?â
âI donât care.â Mauricio said simply, looking to you.
âOh, Iâm good with my protein bar.â You explained and Park looked at you like you personally insulated him.
âJesus, do they not feed you guys down there?â Park scoffed.
âIâm just surprised we get a lunch.â You admitted, âPrimanti Bros sounds really good.â
âSounds like a plan, Iâll order it.â He said, typing in his phone.
âWhatâs your Venmo?â You offered and Park shook his head and laughed.
âIâll pay for it.â He said, âI buy lunch for you guys twice a week.â
âI-I canât in good conscience let you do that.â You admitted and he shook his head.
âI am single with a surgeons salary. Let me do this.â Park assured.
âOkay.â You said with a smile, âI can allow that.â
You had spent the rest of the week up there and honestly? You preferred it to the ER. You werenât being constantly undermined and nobody questioned your answers. It wasnât like the ER was bad, Dr. Parkâs office just made you feel a little more at home.
After your week up there, you came back to the ER for your 12 hour shift again and thatâs when you saw Dr. Parkâs talking to Dr. Robby, his eyes drifting to yours.
âAm I getting fired?â You whispered to Dana, who was looking down at the IPad.
âNo, Dr. Park wants you in his office full time.â Dana said, not looking up.
âWhat? Why?â You asked, âHe had already has two CMA workers.â
âOne of them quit. He wants you specifically in his office.â Dana said with a laugh, âI donât know what you did kid, but he loves you.â
You slowly nod, âWow okay.â You said, âAny idea when I transfer?â
âToday.â Dana said, finally looking up, âWeâll miss you Whale Shark.â
âYea, Iâll miss you guys too.â You said with a smile.
âWait whatâs going on?â Antoine asked, Larry following him.
âToday is my last day.â You said with a weak smile, âIâm moving to Ortho.â
âWhat? No!â Larry said, âWe loved you down here!â
âYou loved her because you two could slack off.â Dana said, shooing them away.
They both pulled you into a hug, âWeâll miss you Whale Shark.â
âStop it.â You said, trying not to cry, âI actually might cry.â
âDonât cry, because Iâll start crying.â Larry said.
âMe too!â Antoine started, hugging you tighter.
âI am literally just moving to the third floor.â You said with a small laugh.
âI know, but still.â Larry said, moving away. Antoine did the same.
âAnyone else you wanna give a tearful goodbye to?â Dana asked, then shook her head, âForget it kid, I need a hug.â
You and Dana hugged, âGod I remember when you were just a front desk worker. Now look at you.â Dana said with a smile, âWho knows, maybe one day youâll be a nurse.â
âI strive to be like you Dana.â You said with a smile, âAnd I hope to be a great nurse like you.â
âThatâs it, you arenât allowed to leave.â Dana said with a laugh, âI wonât allow it.â
âDana!â You said with a laugh, just as Robby and Park walked up.
âIf you canât tell, we are losing a good CMA.â Robby said with a chuckle, âSheâs been with us since I believe right after high school graduation right?â
âI have.â You said with a smile as Dana let you go.
You looked up at Robby with a smile, âI bet you wonât miss me.â
âHa, you are like my adopted daughter. You are absolutely a thorn in my side, but at the end of the day? You are a good kid.â Robby said with a smile.
He pulled you into another hug and Park clapped his hands.
âLetâs go, we got patients today Whale Shark.â Park said.
You pulled away from Robby and took one last glance back at the ER before following Park up the elevator.
âDonât think Robbyâs too happy Iâm stealing you.â Park said with a laugh, âHe said you belonged with your own pack. You might not be a great white, but you are a shark in my eyes.â
You tried not to blush as you entered the elevator with him, âThanks Dr. Park.â
âOf course Whale Shark.â He said with a smile, pressing the button.
The two of you soon headed to the third floor together.
And for some reason, you didnât feel like blood in the water with Park. You felt a mutual respect between you two.
The first month was a breeze working with Dr. Park and Mauricio. Everything felt like it clicked.
You noticed Dr. Park was more relaxed with clothing choices so you chose quarter zips to wear to work and better fitting shirts instead of scrubs that didnât flatter you.
You didnât notice however Park looking at you in a new light. He noticed that you had blossomed into a new person and had a new sense of confidence. You looked happier here and you felt more free.
Every Friday, the team had an ongoing joke of wearing Shark shirts that read âSharkâs Team.â
Everything felt right, but why did you feel like Park started to watch you like a predator? You felt like his eyes were on you constantly. They didnât feel judgmental, yet you knew it meant something. You just couldnât put your finger on it.
Late, one Friday night you had stayed late since Mauricio had left early for a concert to make sure the office was organized and put together for Monday. Dr. Park was still there but you two mostly stayed out of each others way.
But for some reason, him watching you just sat in the Pitt of your stomach. It kept telling you to confront him, so you did. Whatâs the worse that could happen?
You knocked quietly on his door, âDr. Park?â
He looked up from his computer, âHey Whale Shark? Whatâs going on?â
âCan I ask you like a weird question?â You asked, not letting him answer, âAm I doing something wrong or is it just your personality?â
âWhat do you mean?â He asked, maintaining eye contact with you. You were sure he didnât mean to look predatory, but right now he was watching you like you were his next meal.
âYou watch me. A lot. Is it because Iâm a woman? Are you questioning me? Because if you have a second of doubt that I canât do my job, then I donât think Iâm a good fit for this job.â You said, not meaning to come out as angry as you were.
He didnât say a word, just slowly stood up.
âI know I am just a CMA and it isnât considered hard, but I will not be belittled by a doctor. Never ever will I let a man decide how I feel. Iâll go back down working in the ER, but I donât appreciate being watched like I am prey!â You snapped.
You were too angry to realize how close he was to you right now.
âWhale Sharks might be considered passive predators, but that does not mean I will allow myself to be threatened by Doctor Park the Great White Shark.â You snapped.
He suddenly cupped your face and kissed you, his hands moving to your waist. You didnât kiss back at first, but soon melted into the kiss. You pressed yourself closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck.
In that moment you realized, he was never looking at you like prey. His eyes the entire time were filled with lust and need, yet you were too paranoid to even notice.
âI would never threaten you.â He whispered against your mouth, âI would never doubt your intelligence for a second.â
He grabbed your ass and with ease, picked you up. Your legs wrapped around him as you carried you to his desk.
âNow, let me spell it out with my tongue how great of a CMA you are.â He said, laying you down on his desk and dropping to his knees.
That night changed everything between you two in the best way possible.
It was rare and far between that Whale Sharks and Great whites co existed together, but not impossible. And after that night?
Summary: just cute little fragments of your blossoming relationship with pope
Warnings: age gap, kissing, a lot of fluff, pope can't get it up
Word count: 3k
A/N: Im tagging those who commented in pt 1, but no pressure, you can tell me if don't want me to tag you in future stuff about them. english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes
Your date with Andrew ended up being better than you expected. You weren't expecting to be badâAndrew was always a joy to have aroundâbut you weren't expecting him to take you to one of the fanciest restaurants in town.
You had heard of the place, it was all over social media, but you never entertained the idea of going there because even if you made enough to live comfortably, it was way out of your price range.
Your eyes widened the second they scanned over the prices, and you tried to hide how uncomfortable you felt at the thought of Andrew spending that much on you. He already spent enough at the bakery with the huge tips he gave you. But Andrew saw right through you and reassured you that he could and wanted to spoil you.
âWhat do you even do to afford places like this one?â You asked once the waiter had taken your orders. You didn't mention it but he had also picked you up in a big, black truck with leather seats that just smelled expensive.
Andrew knew the question was going to come up at one point. He knew he couldn't date you and expect you to never ask about his job. He didn't want to lie to you but it was for a greater good so he just went with the lie his family had been telling other people for years. âMy family and I run a business.â
âOh.â Your eyebrows perked slightly. âWhat type of business?â
âProperty management. I mostly take care of fixing stuff. I don't know-if something floods or doesn't work. That's why I don't work normal hours. They just call me whenever they need me"
Now you were back at your apartment complex. Andrew held the car door open for you and took your hand as you got off.Â
âI had fun tonight.â You said as Andrew closed the car door. You leaned into him, letting your chest brush against his.Â
âYou did?â He asked softly.Â
âYou're great company, Andy.â You rested your hand on his chest, your fingers traced the buttons of his shirt.
His lips curved upwards. No one other than his sister had ever described him as a good company. He liked that he wasn't âPopeâ to you, that's who he was to his family.Â
Pope represented the most dark, violent side of him. You had no idea of that, to you he was just a sweet man who walked into your bakery one day. He planned to keep it like that for as long as he could.
âDo you want to come up with me? I don't know if I want to let you go just yet.âÂ
Your words pulled him from his thoughts, and he didn't hesitate to nod. âI'd like that.â
You intertwined your fingers with his. Pope used his free hand to press the car keyâs button to lock the car.Â
He let himself be led into the building and into the elevator. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence until you reached your door, where you fumbled with your purse to search for the keys.
âI forgot to ask but you aren't allergic to cats, are you?âÂ
âYou have a cat?âÂ
Finally you pulled out your keys from your purse and you looked at him over your shoulder as you unlocked the door. âYeah. I can't believe I didn't mention it before, I usually talk about her all the time.â
âI'm not allergic.â He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
You kicked off your heels, letting out a sigh of relief. âYou can take your shoes off if you want.â Â
Andrew crouched down to untie his shoe laces and from the corner of his eye he noticed a black fur ball darting to the living room from the kitchen.
âAw. There she is.â The cat meowed and you bent down to pick her up. You held her to your chest, scratching her behind her ears.
Andrew neatly placed his shoes by the door and walked up to you. âWhat's her name?â
âFrankie.â
Andrew raised his hand close to the cat's face, letting her sniff him. âShe 's cute.â
Frankie rubbed her face against his hand and Andrew carefully scratched her head. âI've never had a pet.â
âReally?âÂ
He nodded. âOne of my brothers has dogs now but I don't really like them. They're messy and loud, they're like him to be honest.â
You chuckled. âWell they do say that pets take after their owners.â
You set her down on the floor once she started squirming in your arms. She darted towards your room, probably off to sleep again.
Andrew let his eyes wander through your living room. It wasn't big or flashy, but it was cozy. There were throw pillows and a fluffy blanket on the couch, pictures hanging on your wall with friends and family and one with your cat. On your coffee table there was a fresh bouquet of flowers, which made him furrow his eyebrows. Were you seeing other men while going out with him?
âWho got you those?â He asked, trying not to sound too harsh.
âNo one.â You answered simply. âI just like flowers and the smell so I always buy them for myself.â
His shoulders relaxed almost immediately. You felt warmth spread through your chest at the thought of him feeling a little bit of jealousy.
âI'm not seeing anyone else. I don't date much.â You reassured him, the couch cushions dipping under your weight when you sat down. âI've been single for a long time actually.â
Andrew sat next to you. âMe too.â Actually I've never had a serious relationship before he thought to himself, but he felt that sharing that was too pathetic.
You scooted closer, leaving no space between your bodies. You leaned against his chest, draping an arm over his waist, your thighs pressed against his. âIs this okay?â
âYeah.â He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.Â
You could hear Andrew's heart softly thudding against his chest. You looked up and just like you were expecting Andrewâs eyes were already fixed on your form. âYou have a staring problem, you know?â You teased.
âDoes it bother you?âÂ
You shook your head. âAs long as you don't stare at other women.â
âI don't.â He said quickly, like what you were suggesting was something ridiculous. It drew a short laugh from you.
âYouâre cute, Andy."
The third date was at your place.Â
Something small and simple after you told him you didn't have the energy to go out on your only day off after the week you had at the bakery.Â
He was supposed to go to your place for lunch, but he called you at the last minute to tell you he had an emergency to take care of. The emergency being planning the next job they were doing.
But you didn't need to know that.
You'd told him he could go for dinner so now here he was, watching you move around your kitchen. You were making some lasagna. By the time he arrived you had almost everything ready, just needed to assemble it and throw it into the oven.
 âYou staying the night today?â
âIf you want me to.â
You playfully rolled your eyes. âOf course I do. I was just asking because I have to get up really early to set everything up so I was gonna give you a spare key so you don't have to wake up with me.â
Andrew shook his head. âI'll go with you.â
âYou don't have to.â You stood between his legs, your hands finding his chest. âI mean it ,you can sleep in and then lock when you leave. You'll give me the key back when you come into the bakery.â
Andrew was always in awe of how trusting you seemed to be with him. Third date and you already trusted him enough to leave him by himself in your apartment.Â
âI'm going with you.â
You smiled softly. âI mean it, you don't have to. I get up way too early. You should sleep for a little longer.â
âI don't want you going alone. It's dangerous for you to walk alone when it's still dark.âÂ
You chuckled. âI do it every day and I'm still here.â
Oh if only you knewâŠ
âStill.â He insisted, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while you poured the filling between the pasta sheets. âI don't mind getting up early.â
You looked over your shoulder, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. âOk, then.â You playfully glared at him. âBut I better not hear you complain to me later.â
âI won't.â
You sat down for dinner at your living room table. Andrew sat across from you, smoke from the warm food curling between you.Â
âSmells good.â He reached for his fork.
âThanks. It's one of the first things my mom taught me how to make.â You cut a small piece, blowing on it softly before bringing it to your mouth.
âDid you get everything fixed?â You asked, making him furrow his eyebrows.
âWhat?â His fork stopped mid-air.
âYou said something about a leak in one of the properties.â You added.
Andrew's stomach tightened.
Right.
âOh, yeah.â He answered simply as he cut another piece of food. âA pipe burst and the entire house was flooded. It took some time but I sorted it out."
You winced. âSounds stressful. I remember when I bought the shop I had to make all sorts of changes because the whole plumbing system was a mess.â
You were right about the stressful part.
Planning stuff with his family was always stressful, especially now that Smurf didn't seem to want to listen to him anymore, that Baz had taken over the spot that used to be his.
Besides now that he had you he was even more worried about things going south and landing in prison again. He already didn't want to go back after all the abuse he endured during his time there, but now he worries about losing this too, losing the peace you brought to his life.
He didn't want to disappear on you on a random day, leaving you to wonder if you did something to push him away. Didn't want to have you turn on the TV only to see him getting arrested for robbing money from a military base, and with his record he knew there was no way he would get a short sentence.
âItâs okay. It wasn't that bad."
 âI donât know how you do it. I love my parents but if I had to work with them I think Iâd lose it.â
âI donât really have a choice.â He muttered. âMy mom just threw me and my brothers into it as soon as she could.â
âSounds rough.â
âIt is what it is.â He shrugged. âIâm sorry. I donât want to ruin the mood by talking about this.â
You shook your head and leaned in, taking his hand. âYouâre not ruining anything. I like hearing about you.âÂ
âWhat would you have done if you got to choose?â
Andrew went quiet again. He never stopped to think about it. He remembered being a kid and wanting to be a superhero, but as he grew up Smurf started to shape his life and thoughts the way she wanted. He never got to consider going away to college, build a career,a life outside of being his family's guard dog.
âI donât know... I'm good at fixing stuff, so maybe I would do that but on my own. I would have my own repair shop.â.
You brushed your thumb over his hand. âThat sounds nice. You still have time to do it if you decide to leave the family business one day. I bet youâd be really good at it.â
âItâs not that easy.â
âI know. But it would be worth it in the end. No more listening to anyone but you telling you what to do.â
âWhat about you? Did you ever want something different from the bakery?â He asked, wanting to turn away from how your words were ringing in his head.
âI wanted to be a vet.â You laughed softly. âWhich is probably what every little girl says she wants to do. Iâve always loved animals-I had tons of pets growing up- but then I realised I would have to watch animals suffer constantly and Iâm not built for that. I just stuck to watching animal planet.âÂ
âI like that channel. They had a documentary on sharks the other day. I watched it when I couldnât sleep.â
âI think Iâve seen it. I watched one about penguins the other day. Theyâre so fascinating to me. I love the way they waddle around.â Your face lit up all of a sudden. âYou know what we should do next time? We should go to the aquarium.â
âThey have this huge tank where all the fishes swim over your head. And there's the hammerhead sharks. I love those. I like jellyfish too, I got stung by one once and it hurt like a bitch but they're so pretty to look at.â
Andrew smiled at your enthusiasm. âI'd like that.â
You and Andrew got in bed after he washed the dishes. You had insisted on helping, but he shoved you into a stool and told you to just sit and look pretty.
Your laptop sat over his lap, playing a nature show he had picked. You were laying your head on his chest, one arm placed over his stomach and one of your legs rested over his lap.
Andrew was shirtless, only wearing a pair of shorts you had from a friend that forgot them after staying over.Â
âYou sure you're okay with those?âÂ
âThey're a bit tight but I'm okay.â He pulled on the fabric like he was trying to stretch them.
âWhen I go shopping I'll get you some shorts your size that you can keep here.âÂ
âYou're assuming you're gonna keep allowing me to stay the night.âÂ
âAs long as you don't snore too loud I don't see why not.âÂ
You propped yourself up with one of your elbows, bringing your face closer to his until your lips touched. âI don't know why you don't seem to believe me when I say I like spending time with you.â You said between kisses.
Andrewâs lips moved slowly against yours. He could taste the fresh mint flavor from your mouthwash. He reached for your waist first, running his hands over the fabric of your soft cotton pajamas.
You ran your hands down his chest, letting your fingers feel all the hard muscle. Andrew shifted sideways, grabbing the laptop and placing it on your night. He squeezed your waist and tugged you closer to his body. You hummed against his lips. His hand inched lower until it rested against the curve of your ass.
Without breaking apart you pushed him down until his back hit the pillows. He helped you into his lap, making you straddle him.
âYou're so beautiful.â He whispered, breathing heavy and resting his forehead against his.
Andrew was silently pleading his dick would work. He wanted you so bad and he was lucky enough that you had invited him into your apartment for a second time and were kind enough to make him a dinner where he didn't need to worry about meds being slippped into his plate.
Andrew had barely caught his breath when you were pulling him in again. He responded immediately despite the turmoil on his head, lips slowly moving against yours.Â
He had his free hand sprawled on your lower back, butchering the fabric of your top. He could feel the heat coming off from you, the spot between your legs getting warmer as he explored your mouth with his tongue. Still, none of the blood from his body seemed to want to go to his dick.
He could feel himself starting to get frustrated. He hadn't had an erection in years. He couldn't even get a semi when he saw you wearing that bikini on the beach, or when you kissed him in the water. What type of man doesn't get hard when kissing a beautiful woman wearing little clothing?Â
He couldn't stomach the thought of you being dissapointed in him for not being able to perform, surely you expected something from him after he canceled your plans today.
You broke the kiss and moved your mouth to his neck. You felt his entire body tense at your actions, which immediately made you pull back. âYou okay?â
Andrew nodded, trying to play it off. âYeah, yeah. Don't worry.â
He chased your lips again, but you grabbed his face to stop him. âYou went all tense on me. Is this too much?â You began moving to get off his lap, but he held you in place.
âStay.â
âOkay, I'll stay here. But I wanna know if you're okay.â
Andrew went quiet. His face scrunched up, and for a short second he looked away from you. âI don't think we can- I can't get an erection. I can't remember the last time I did.â
You tilted his head towards you again. âThat 's okay. It's normal, things like that happenââ
âIt's embarrassing." He muttered, gesturing with his hands to you. âYou look like this and I can't evenâ I don't want you to think I don't want you.â
âI promise you that's the last thing I'm thinking.â You caressed his face with your thumbs. âLike I said, it's normal. You don't have to beat yourself up for it. It's okay.â
âBut you've been so good to me. I want to be good to you too"
âYou're being good to meâ You reassured him gently. âI'm sorry if I was too pushy kissing you like that.â
âYou weren't.â His hands returned to your waist. âI wanted to kiss you. I still do.â
âOkay.â You pecked the side of his neck before kissing his jawline. âThen we can kiss as much as you want,â a kiss to his right cheek, then one to his left, âand nothing else has to happen.â
âYeah?â He breathed, his body melting again under your touch.Â
You hummed, kissing the corner of his mouth. âWe don't have to rush into anything. We'll go slow.â
Andrew leaned in and burried his face in your neck, squeezing you agaisnt his hard body. "I do want you." He repeated, like he needed you to know. "So bad."
That night Andrew slept more than he had since being released from prison after kissing you so much his lips hurt.
SHAWN HATOSY EATING YOU OUT AND BEGGING TO FUCK YOU WHILE HE CALLS YOU A GOOD GIRL AND DEMANDS TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON HIS WHILE HE LITERALLY LITERALLYYYY RAMS INTO YOU OMFG
Pope Cody whoâs spent his whole life around mindlessly muscular and strong men, who never really had to work hard for those abs, who just had em. Who finds a soft belly to be the ultimate display of femininity. Youâre not supposed to look like him, why would he ever want that? Women are supposed to have bellies. For babies and stuff, he doesnât know okay.
All he knows is he fucking loves it.
At first you were self conscious about it. Popes Staring never bothered you, maybe it turned you on a little. But when youâd see his eyes on your stomach youâd panic a little. Sit up straighter and adjust your clothes. He hated that.
He always was touching it. Standing on line? Hand on your tummy. Cuddling? Arm around it, hand on it. Sex? Donât get him started about sex. Heâs the worst when it comes to sex. Kissing it, staring at it, watching it giggle and shift with each hard thrust, seeing his cock make it bulge out just a little. Your tits are right there, but heâs focused elsewhere.
Eventually you ask him if he thinks youâre fat. And then you have the balls to tell him, like itâs your place, that he doesnât like it. Because he stares at it. He gets a bit pissed. âI stare at it because itâs sexy. Donât tell me what I like.â
You swallow the fact, as hard as it is to believe. Becuase Pope wouldnât lie to spare your feelings. Heâs Pope.
But it becomes more explicit and obvious.
Bathing suit shopping he sees you only looking at one pieces and asks why. Maybe thereâs a reason you do that. You look at him like itâs obvious. âNo one wants to see that.â âI want to see it.â He says like itâs obvious. âWhats the point in showing off your stomach if thereâs nothing to showâ he says like itâs obvious. Like the opposite isnât the common belief.
You wear low rise jeans and he thanks every god heâs ever heard off. Itâs the best thing heâs ever seen. Youâre a bit shy but heâs feral. âMuffin topâ you complain about. He throws his head back and laughs. âAnd thatâs the only part of the muffin anyone likes.â. Well. Who can argue with that logic.
cuz I knew I'd be punished? duh! like c'mon, boys aren't supposed to dress like girls or want to, I would have been reprimanded, don't pretend I wouldn't have.
"uh huh. and why didn't you say anything about this when you were in the infinitely precarious position of being a child with practically no rights surrounded by adults who could have and would have and maybe even did gaslight and discount and argue over and bully and emotionally or physically or sexually abuse you into complying with their ideas of who you ought to be? hmm? why didn't you mention this at the time in your life when nobody would have taken you seriously or believed that you are an honest and trustworthy narrator of your experiences & identity? huh? đ€Ą"
What do you mean âchatâ is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.