it won’t hurt you

everything happened so quick. one day you were meeting him for the first time. the next day you’re having with him. that’s how your love story went. andrew didn’t even know what happened. it was almost like he met his soulmate, but even he didn’t believe it.

as the relationship grew, you found out more about him. how he didn’t sleep well. his relationship with his mom. the years he spent behind bars. it felt weird to learn about his life after you had with him. after he whimpered promises in your ears while he filled you up. after the clarity that would make him cry of embarrassment.

you didn’t know he was fragile until he was. the change was so sudden, you couldn’t comfort him. it felt weird because you would only truly see him after he made a mess in you. but that never stopped you from loving him.

he was odd. never told you if something you did bothered him. didn’t seem affectionate. always second guessing his actions towards you. he would even stop thrusting during to ask you if it was still okay, and if you were still having a good time.

it was always during when you found out. he would never admit it with his clothes on. and it didn’t help that smurf didn’t like you. because if smurf didn’t like you, andrew shouldn’t either. but he liked you a lot.

now you’re back in your apartment, never his place. never where he was easily sought out by his family. he’s kissing you with uncertainty, like he doesn’t want to you.

but he didn’t pull away, he just pretended to want what you wanted. and since he wasn’t going to admit it, you were going to have to take initiative. you pulled away.

“are you okay?” you ask him, looking into his sad eyes.

andrew didn’t answer, just tried to continue the foreplay, you gently stop him. the only way you felt you could so he wasn’t scared or hurt.

“do you want to have with me?” you reword the question. he shakes his head, starting to feel hot. you rub his shoulder attempting to comfort him.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers before looking away. the tears start to form in his eyes and the embarrassment starts to hit a maximum.

immediately you are trying to soothe him. “andrew it’s okay, i’m not mad. everything’s okay. it’s your decision, im not gonna force you.”

“i really like you, {{user}}. i really want to make you happy. i just- i cant...” andrew chokes up, “you mean a lot to me.”