Brie 🐚

But tell me why that scene in Shameless when Kev and V are in bed and Kev’s like ‘Wake up mommy, I’m hungry mommy,’ and pawing at her nightgown is so fucking Pope coded. Only he’d be less giggly and more serious when he says it. Like the man’s infatuated with your new pregnancy breasts - big and swollen from the hormones in your body building milk-producing tissue.

If Pope couldn’t sleep because he felt he needed to watch over you before, he def isn’t hitting the hay now that you’re pregnant. He watches you like a fucking hawk when you’re sleeping. You’ve gotten used to it - he’s like a big guard dog. You know it gives him solace to watch over you, and you can usually convince him to get some kind of sleep during the day. This morning is no different. But he’s about to selfishly break his own rule of letting you sleep in whenever possible because he’s currently hard as fuck from the way your tits are spilling out of your tank top. He’s mesmerized by the way they look under the low glow of the hall light, rising and falling with your soft breathing. Your nipples are hard from the fact that you insist on having the fan on even if the house is already cool, and a little stretched from going up a couple cup sizes. The man’s fucking salivating.

He climbs onto the bed, bringing your legs closer together so he can hover over you. He leans down and pulls the fabric of your top to give him better access.

“G’morning mommy,“ he rasps, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it - before releasing it with a ‘pop.’ He looks up at you with those big, hazel eyes. He looks at you like you’ve hung the stars. “‘M hungry mommy, need to taste you. Please,” he ghosts against your breast. You start to show signs of life. You stretch and let out a little ‘Nnngh,’ eyes scrunching in pleasure when he latches back on - swirling and sucking with his tongue and occasionally grazing it between his teeth.

“Mm, Andy, honey, the milk doesn’t come in til after the baby’s born,” you say groggily, your sweet voice still a little rough with sleep. You bring your hand up to his head and tangle your fingers in his auburn curls, tugging as a sleepy moan falls from your lips. He lets out a little grunt of disappointment, but still keeps one nipple between his lips while the he tenderly massages the other. “What’s your deal with my breasts anyway? Been all over ‘em since I got pregnant.” He stops what he’s doing and looks back up at you, little dribbles is saliva on the corners of his mouth.

“You serious?” he asks, deadpan. You nod your head ‘yes.’ “Baby, ‘cause your body’s gettin’ ready to feed my child. Nothin’ is sexier to me than that. And they’re a lot…plumper these days,” he smirks - his soft, pink lips doing that little quiver they do. You giggle and grab his face, pulling him up to kiss you. He fucks you twice before noon, once in missionary with your legs hiked up around his waist - repeating over and over how he’s ‘gonna keep you pregnant just to have you like this always,’ with your full breasts and baby bump - and a second time after you fell back asleep for a little bit and he woke you up again (he’s relentless), pressing his hard cock against your back and spoon fucks you. “God, wanna keep you like this always. Can get a big house, and have ten kids, and jus’ keep you barefoot and pregnant like this. Would you want that…with me?” he says gruffly between thrusts. You press your back into him, toes curling as you settle your arms on top of his, which are resting on your bump. You interlace your fingers and squeeze as he thrusts into you particularly deep, a high moan escaping your parted lips.