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Sunkissed
Pool Boy! Michael x Fem! Rich! Reader
Hope y’all enjoy this collab @misslavenderlady and I did based off a poll she did about a pool boy fic:) we did equal work on this fic so please interact with both posts equally!!! Writing with Lave is so much fun! She’s kind and encouraging and they deserve the love!!!
Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, brat/brat tamer, soft dom, thigh fucking, praise kink, don/sub dynamics, massage, nipple play, semi public sex, cum marking, aftercare
Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long.
So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs.
Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.
Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.
He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.
Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off.
But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it.
That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!"
A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course.
Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you.
Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.
As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray.
“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.
Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls.
"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped.
Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully.
"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"
All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.
Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie.
You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue.
“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.
The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques.
Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.
“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”
Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured.
“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?”
Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”
The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that.
He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world.
Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues.
"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."
You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement.
"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"
"Stop that!"
Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.
"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."
You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.
While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.
You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.”
He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly.
You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.
If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work.
You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.
Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.
Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim.
Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends.
With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did.
"What??"
The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again.
"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."
You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.
Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.
“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”
You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.
You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you.
"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."
Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.
There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got.
"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.
Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what.
When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.
You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter.
You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”
God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip.
"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl.
The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch.
You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him.
The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.
"Wh-What're yo-"
"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"
You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were.
When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo.
He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you.
Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand.
His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”
You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock.
All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl.
"Yes, Michael," you whispered.
With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever.
"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit.
If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did.
You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.
“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.
“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.
“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”
“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back.
“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.
Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit.
"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure.
"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."
Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got.
"Michael," you whimpered out.
"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier.
"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."
Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.
You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.
He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”
Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?
“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.
Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”
“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.
“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”
You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”
“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.
“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”
He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears.
His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy.
"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby."
It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal.
Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive.
"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?"
"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"
Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him.
"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"
Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.
“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.
Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.
You bit your lip, “Michael?”
“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face.
“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.
Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.
Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss.
But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more.
"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch.
"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"
You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”
You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.
“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.”
You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.
Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.
"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now.
"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair.
He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.
You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.
You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.
“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.
Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.
He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”
He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other.
"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted.
Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments.
"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"
He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body.
There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased
His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”
You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”
You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.
He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.
God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second.
Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.
"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now.
The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl.
He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.
Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck.
“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear.
You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”
He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”
You nodded enthusiastically.
“I like when you call me Mikey.”
You could have melted right there.
Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout.
“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.
“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”
His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.”
Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.
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Michael/Female!Reader
Summary: Michael gets a summer job as a pool boy, and you have the pleasure of watching him work up close and personal. He's not a fan of your spoiled behavior, but he's got his ways to sweeten you up~
This is a collab I did with @britany1997 based on a poll I did about a pool boy fic idea. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍
WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, spoiledrichbrat!reader, teasing, flirting, brat taming, soft dom, praise kink, d/s, sunblock massage, undressing, nippleplay, semipublic sex, thigh fucking/intercrural sex, cum marking, aftercare
credit to @bloodsoakedtooth and @tvneon for the gifs!
Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long.
So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs.
Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.
Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.
He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.
Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off.
But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it.
That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!"
A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course.
Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you.
Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.
As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray.
“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.
Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls.
"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped.
Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully.
"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"
All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.
Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie.
You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue.
“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.
The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques.
Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.
“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”
Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured.
“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?”
Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”
The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that.
He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world.
Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues.
"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."
You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement.
"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"
"Stop that!"
Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.
"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."
You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.
While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.
You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.”
He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly.
You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.
If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work.
You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.
Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.
Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim.
Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends.
With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did.
"What??"
The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again.
"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."
You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.
Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.
“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”
You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.
You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you.
"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."
Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.
There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got.
"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.
Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what.
When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.
You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter.
You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”
God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip.
"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl.
The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch.
You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him.
The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.
"Wh-What're yo-"
"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"
You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were.
When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo.
He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you.
Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand.
His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”
You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock.
All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl.
"Yes, Michael," you whispered.
With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever.
"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit.
If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did.
You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.
“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.
“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.
“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”
“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back.
“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.
Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit.
"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure.
"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."
Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got.
"Michael," you whimpered out.
"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier.
"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."
Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.
You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.
He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”
Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?
“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.
Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”
“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.
“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”
You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”
“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.
“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”
He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears.
His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy.
"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby."
It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal.
Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive.
"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?"
"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"
Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him.
"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"
Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.
“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.
Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.
You bit your lip, “Michael?”
“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face.
“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.
Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.
Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss.
But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more.
"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch.
"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"
You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”
You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.
“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.”
You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.
Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.
"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now.
"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair.
He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.
You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.
You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.
“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.
Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.
He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”
He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other.
"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted.
Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments.
"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"
He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body.
There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased
His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”
You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”
You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.
He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.
God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second.
Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.
"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now.
The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl.
He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.
Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck.
“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear.
You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”
He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”
You nodded enthusiastically.
“I like when you call me Mikey.”
You could have melted right there.
Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout.
“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.
“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”
His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.”
Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.
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Once again, Harmony is tasked with fixing something for Barry C. that is beyond her nonexistent capabilities; an animatronic kangaroo from the mammal era. It's a good thing she has Noiji, and his little buddy Paul, to help her fix the machine up.
Now if only it would stop giving her the creeps.
I'm back baby (Yoko's Golden Urchin's does not count, I did not post in December), with a new story for this dumb series you all love.
Just know I'm no longer linking my Ko-Fi. As it turns out, Paypall does not let me accept donations due to being from Aruba. God damn international laws. Anyway, enjoy this thing.
#splatoon#splatbands#chirpy chips#harmony#noiji#sashimori#paul#my ocs#my work#just regular splatband stuff
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Mingi PM 2 : 07/25/23
What are you doing
Hold on
Idolra? (Idol radio)
Me?
Or idolra?
Both?
Can you multi task?
Oh
Good
Tomorrow i
Go to japan
What do you want to eat?
What should I buy?
Pudding??
I don't like pudding..
Capsule coffee?
They sell that in korea too
But these days
You can buy anything with coupang, right?
Bamboo shoots that fubao eat? Right?
Is it bamboo
They sell everything
What
There's nothing they don't sell
They also sell Aruba soba cup ramen
It's expensive
It's tasty
Have you eaten it?
Try it then
It's not bad
You want me to buy it for you?
If we meet, I'll buy you everything
I'm
Song Mingi
What's my name?
Good
I uh waterbomb
Festival
I'm going
For the first time
Let's do our best
I'll try
Just protect your eyes
All oh?
Just oh?
Don't do it?
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Should I wear a long padded jacket?
You want that?
Itll be hot and uncomfy and I'll faint
Falling and wondering... (quoting turbulance)
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Ha....
They keep making fun of me at rehearsals
Why are they making fun of me?
It's sad...ㅠ
Did you eat dinner?
I think mingtis like to tease me (mingtis is his name for his fans)
Right?
I like it too
If you like anything
It's not lagging anymore
I'll come alot
Jjaranghanda (I love you in a really cute way)
It's 11 o'clock now
Let's sleep
Alright?
I'm going
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The end of week 1!
Week one of our internship has flown by! On Thursday, Glennrick caught me up on more behind-the-scenes information at the workplace, specifically regarding the university's server-side. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time to talk because we left at 10:30 AM to visit some local schools, including Colegio EPI, San Nicolas, the local library, and Colegio Oranjestad. Observing the function of schools in a different country was fascinating, especially considering some schools had over 800 members with barely any administration, whereas our school has at least five members in every administrative department.
Later that day, we freshened up before heading to Zeerover, a local restaurant known for serving fish caught on the same day. It was delicious!
On Friday, I had my usual morning chat with Glennrick and was enlightened to the many tasks the university's IT department accomplishes. I then received a big task, which involved organizing a computer room. To complete the job, I had to use a Fluke meter to determine which port corresponded with each computer, track that port back to the server patch, map it out, label the cable, and plug it into the correct port. Although the task was repetitive, I was grateful for Glennrick and Dwayne's trust in me to complete the job independently.
After lunch, we were meant to work on updating the computers, cameras, and microphones in the VRES studio, but we didn't get to it. Instead, a new laptop came in, which I cleaned up and prepared for its next user. At 4 PM, I met with Glennrick for our weekly "Mentor Moment" where we discussed my progress and what I should focus on moving forward. He also mentioned that I couldn't be graded on all the tasks yet since I had only completed two of them. Overall, I appreciated the time and effort he put into mentoring me and giving me a better view of where I stand.
Finally, to wrap up the week, Miss Noyens picked us up and said goodbye to all of our mentors (Since she will be leaving this saturday) before visiting the Aruba Lighthouse and enjoying some delicious pizza in Urataka. Although it was hard not to pet the friendly stray dogs, I knew better since I had no idea where they've been. We ended the night with some drinks at Bugaloe.
Overall, it was a fantastic week filled with interesting, fun, and even hilarious moments. I'm lucky to have such amazing mentors and great company during this internship.
Signing off for now! Hope to see you again on the next blog post! <3
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Visit to The Caribbean part of The Kingdom
Aruba/Curaçao, Wednesday 1 February
The King and Queen and the Princess of Orange will sail from Aruba to Curaçao on patrol ship HNLMS Holland, which is stationed in the Caribbean part of the Kingdom. On board they will discuss the Ministry of Defence’s operations in the Caribbean region, followed by a tour of the vessel and demonstrations. The Defence organisation works to keep all parts of the Kingdom safe. Military units stationed in the region fulfil three key tasks: to protect the Kingdom’s territorial integrity, to promote and maintain the international legal order, and to support the local authorities. For example, they carry out operations to counter drug smuggling, provide assistance in sea rescues and provide emergency relief after hurricanes.
Upon arrival in Willemstad’s St Anna Bay the royal party will be greeted by Governor Lucille George-Wout. This will be followed by a welcome ceremony marking the start of their visit to Curaçao.
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Hello
The first week of our internship is over. As you have already heard, I am doing my internship in the OEA (Educational Affairs) department. Last week I often worked alone. I often get large tasks that take me several days to complete.
At the University of Aruba, you can follow 4 faculties. Last week I had to check the exam grades and attendance lists. This had to be done for each exam subject. Then I had to scan all these papers and store them online on One Drive.
I also had to make the schedules for the 2024-2025 academic year and the 2025-2026 academic year. Very crazy that they work so far into the future here.
This was a short review of my first internship week. Hopefully, the internship went well for everyone!
Good luck!
Until next time!
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OSRR: 3139
an actual picture of me that i did today at work:
my last brain cell is trying his best to keep the office together while all of his coworkers are on vacation in aruba. they have unlimited vacation time, but at least one person has to be in the office at any given time. this poor little guy hasn't gotten a day off in at least a month.
time to give it a rest, yknow?
anyway, today was another long day. i didn't have to stay until 7, thankfully, but it was appointment after appointment after appointment, and i still didn't get myself lunch because i couldn't figure out what i wanted. but thankfully dad thought ahead and we went for indian food directly after work, so i was happy to eat my food.
while at dinner with my dad, i was telling him about my day and how i told some jokes and how i talked to a student about my strengths and stuff and how those aren't exactly things you can put in a résumé. and i pulled up my phone and i pulled up a website to tell my dad about the position that i would probably ultimately have, as an interagency liaison or something, and i did some searches to find a position like that, but something else came up.
the thing that came up was the perfect job description.
i was so excited. i even managed to do what i said i was gonna in my excitement, and i pulled up the posting, went through the duties and highlighted important basics of the tasks, edited my résumé to reflect it, wrote a cover letter, and sent them all off to my brother to look at so i can submit it tomorrow. it's the perfect position. it's not too far and i'm happy to drive the hour to get there, and the pay scale is good and im honestly really excited about it.
yeah.
i'm in bed now though. i'm tired. i didn't get to talk to joel today, but i know he's busy until april at this point, so i don't wanna bug him too much, although once i'm able to drive i'm gonna exist in his space again because i miss him and existing in each other's space is something we do well. so that's good.
and i think i made another friend. she's the student i worked with yesterday evening and i worked with her again and she's really cool. we get along really well and i'm really happy about it. she's about my age and im happy to have people around me who are also in their 30s and it's kinda cool to be an adult.
i also bought shoes today that would be work appropriate. gotta get those insoles first.
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Cyanne Demissie has quarantined herself in her room, for reasons we at the library do not fully comprehend.
Recently, Demissie volunteered for the study of an extraterrestrial object located at the site of a meteor strike. The object, which defeats the task of carbon dating, has a modern keypad which was susceptible to brute-force tactics performed by Unity. Once opened, inside was a tablet transcribed with writing we could translate with relative ease.
The writing addresses us by name.
During its study, Demissie made physical contact with the stone and was sent into an inconsolable state of panic, insisting that she and the tablet be quarantined for the safety of the science team and the Shadows at large. After two days alone, Cyanne has suggested to trusted company that her approach and her understanding of the technique of Weaving was fundamentally altered by the stone, allowing her to “feel” outcomes based on rapidly imagined cases of hypothetical trial-and-error, mixing what-if scenarios with accumulated knowledge that leads to solid predictions. She demonstrated this by accurately predicting randomized data fed through a terminal by Unity.
We are...at present...at a loss. Whatever has happened to Cyanne appears to have altered her perception of Weaving to actually grant precognition.
Cyanne is currently feigning madness to dissuade other Shadows from touching the stone, even going so far as to injure herself while in quarantine. Cyanne has sustained heavy lacerations to her arm after an “attempt” to break quarantine through the glass observation pane. Once she transferred to a cell in the Pillbox, she was satisfied. She’s trusted only the highest clearance with the truth, assumingly because she already knows that we would not attempt to make contact with the stone based on her recommendation alone..
Assumingly.
Beyond this, Demissie has reached out to Koa Mahiʻai for assistance in further studying the stone. He’s been off assignment for the past year after bringing a bloody conflict in Aruba to a close. Since they’ve never met, it was--at first--unclear as to why she reached out. However, that mystery was quickly solved once Unity mentioned that out of the millions of codes it tried to open the case, the successful number was Mahi’ai’s date of birth.
The stone itself is also quarantined. There’s more than one suggestion that it should be destroyed.
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[ad_1] That’s according to Joanna Kazana, the UN Resident Coordinator for Trinidad and Tobago, Aruba, Curacao, and Sint Maarten.On 18 September, countries from around the world will come together at the SDG Summit in New York to take stock of what progress has been made ahead of the 2030 deadline for the goals to realized.“For a country or economy of any size, achieving the SDG agenda is ambitious. For small island developing States, the task can be a staggering proposition.A total of 17 SDGs and 169 targets must be met by 2030. UN Trinidad and Tobago/Faine Richards Joanna Kazana, the UN Resident Coordinator for Trinidad and Tobago, Aruba, Curacao, and Sint Maarten addresses the SDG Roundtable Discussion. For Trinidad and Tobago, there is an added layer of complexity; its high per capita income makes the country ineligible for Official Development Assistance (ODA) finance, despite the many structural vulnerabilities it faces, exacerbated by climate change, global shocks, and the illegal trade of weapons and drugs.When it comes to SDG financing and the potential for new investments, Trinidad and Tobago has to rely largely on its own budgetary resources. The UN, bilateral donors, and international financial institutions provide grants for important work, but these projects are limited in scale and duration.That means the monumental strides required to achieve sustainable development demand greater domestic resource mobilization, innovative thinking, and unconventional partnerships.The SDGs are both the shared vision and the practical reference framework to guide this journey.With just six years left, achieving the SDGs may seem daunting. But it is not impossible, and Trinidad and Tobago is proof of the inexorable spirit required to cross the finish line.Halftime huddleEarlier this month an SDG Roundtable consultation was convened by the Ministry of Planning and Development in the capital, Port of Spain, to pinpoint which SDGs need accelerated momentum to be on track by 2030.The pride, patriotism and perseverance that are hallmarks of the 1.3 million people who call these islands home, flowed seamlessly into the discussions.More than 100 voices from the public and private sectors, civil society, international financial institutions, community-based organizations, and the global development community sat around a table that filled the venue.Data show that Trinidad and Tobago has made significant progress on some of the SDGs, while others require review and acceleration. A number of SDG targets have slowed or stagnated.While important work is happening in these areas, a jumpstart is needed to rejuvenate momentum. School children in Tobago learn about the cultivation of bananas. Existential questionsParticipants in the room began tackling what feel like existential questions about the country’s future.What does “getting it right” by 2030 look like?What strategic commitments should we make to accelerate SDG progress?What are the top three or five SDGs where progress could act as a stimulus, like a rising tide lifting all 17 Goals?What is the story that Trinbagonians want to tell their children, and the world, about the heroic efforts and choices being made now to build a better future for Trinidad and Tobago?The chorus of answers from the audience was unanimous on a few key themes.Better data and national statistics: All stakeholders agree the country needs more robust tools to make data-driven decisions.As Minister of Planning and Development, Pennelope Beckles, succinctly stated it in her remarks, ‘what does not get measured, does not get done.’Without more timely data being produced and collated, it is difficult to track the SDGs. That means it’s also challenging to know where to target stimulus funding.The human resources, skillset, and strategic direction required to collect, streamline, and analyse data may be uneven across the public sector.Digitization of government services would bring immediate benefits in this area. The private sector also has a role it can play in sharing relevant data to improve the country’s data ecosystem and monitoring capacity.Poverty reductionThe issue of poverty was raised time and again during the three-hour discussion. A private sector leader linked poverty to poor education outcomes and increased risk of delinquency. A health professional highlighted the interplay between poverty and inequality.A public officer spoke about the need to measure poverty through a multidimensional lens. Deprivation, health outcomes, and housing are all factors to measure alongside household income. Quality educationWhen participants discussed education, the synthesis between the 17 Goals became more apparent.One participant pointed out the limited capacity of the education system to accommodate persons with disabilities. Another cited challenges facing university graduates, who struggle to find jobs that match their area of study. She said the resultant brain drain diminishes the local talent pool.A private sector representative advocated for the education system to produce job creators instead of job seekers. Yet another contributor called for a restructured curriculum to prepare students for the labour market disruptions that have already begun as artificial intelligence (AI) takes root.Why do girls perform better at school? How does childhood wellbeing and youth vary between boys and girls?With education outcomes linked to Decent Work and Economic Growth (SDG 8), Gender Equality (SDG 5) and Reduced Inequalities (SDG 10), there was agreement among participants that targeting this area can yield ripple effects across the SDG agenda.Peace and securityFrom the business leader to the civil society advocate, the issue of violence recurred throughout the discussion as an imperative focus.Whether they were talking about the young men who slide into delinquency or the costs of insecurity on a company’s bottom line, every sector in the room identified a different impact of crime on society. Billions of dollars are already spent annually on crime response and prevention by the Ministry of National Security and other state-run social protection programmes.Progress in achieving other SDGs linked to inequality, access to education, and poverty could produce significant benefits in reducing violence. That would save the country money it could invest into developing its human capital.I believe that human security is a public good. Like water in your taps, electricity, communication, and transport infrastructure, security can be delivered and nurtured by everyone to make this country a paradise for people and for business.Targeted strategyTrinidad and Tobago, like all UN Member States, has been asked to declare three clear, targeted actions it will take to rescue the SDGs.This declaration will feature centre stage, as Trinidad and Tobago now holds the presidency of the UN General Assembly. But, the benefits of the national roundtable will last long after the SDG Summit in New York ends.It brought together a network of willing development partners who found common ground. It offered direction for the Government’s halftime strategy review on a revitalized plan of action for the SDGs over the next six years. And it reinforced the commitment to achieving equitable progress and prosperity - with a resounding win in the second half.”UN Resident CoordinatorThe UN Resident Coordinator, sometimes called the RC, is the highest-ranking representative of the UN development system at the country level. In this occasional series, UN News is inviting RCs to blog on issues important to the UN and the country where they serve.Learn more about the work of the UN in Trinidad and Tobago here.Find out more about the UN Development Coordination Office here. [ad_2]
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Counter-drug flights were made from these locations even as improvements were being made. Both CSL locations required minor construction improvements to include aircraft parking ramps, maintenance, and operations buildings. The formal 10-year access agreement with the Kingdom of the Netherlands was signed in March 2000 and the Netherlands` parliament ratified the agreement in October 2001. The CSL is at two locations: Curaçao`s Hato International Airport and Aruba`s Reina Beatrix International Airport. standards for safe operation by deployed aircraft and personnel (airfields must be night and all weather capable, have an air traffic control facility, and an 8,000-foot runway with the capability to support small, medium and heavy aircraft).Įach CSL at a glance Caribbean CSL (Aruba-Curacao, The Netherlands Antilles) Some CSLs required extensive U.S.-funded modifications and upgrades to ensure that airfield/support facilities and force protection measures meet U.S. aircraft to facilitate in-flight coordination with host nation authorities during operational missions. The operations out of the CSLs now yield more counter-drug surveillance “coverage” - at less cost - than previous efforts out of Howard Air Force Base.Īgreements with the host nations specify which missions may be flown from the CSLs and also authorize Host Nation Riders to fly aboard U.S. and allied nation interdiction aircraft to be forward deployed closer to cocaine departure points in the source zone. ability to implement the National Drug Control Strategy. With the closure of Howard Air Force Base in Panama in 1997, the establishment of CSLs within what officials call “source zones” (Andean Ridge) and “transit zones” (Caribbean, Eastern Pacific and Central America), was critical to the U.S. aircraft and to coordinate communications and information. Coast Guard and U.S Customs personnel operate from the CSLs to support the U.S. law enforcement agencies lead interdiction efforts in international waters.) (Note: Host nation officials are responsible for decisions to interdict suspected traffickers within their borders/airspace, and U.S. The unarmed aircraft offer unique surveillance capabilities that support and compliment the counter-drug efforts of partner nation law enforcement agencies. detection and monitoring aircraft fly missions to detect, monitor and track aircraft or vessels engaged in illicit drug trafficking. aircraft usage and operations.įrom these locations, U.S. The Key West, Fla.-based Joint Interagency Task Force South coordinates U.S. Southern Command oversees the operations from the CSLs. They are tenant activities on existing airfields whose purpose is to support CTOC missions ( see more on SOUTHCOM's role in Countering Transnational Criminal Organizations).
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The end of a lovely adventure...
You read that right! It's Friday, marking the end of our internship.
On Wednesday morning, I had the privilege of having Jasper join me for the day. We began in Classroom B, where I created a manual for the teachers on how to connect their laptops to the classroom TVs. In the afternoon, we returned to Emmastraat to continue with inventory management. Later, we headed to the VRES room to hang soundproof panels on the walls. Unfortunately, we could only complete half of the panels due to running out of tape.
Thursday morning brought us back to Classroom B with Jasper to finalize the manual, as we had forgotten to include instructions for Macbook users. I asked Glennrick to book the VRES room for the afternoon so I could proceed with inventory management. In the evening, we all went out to Casa Tua, an Italian restaurant. I opted for the meatlovers pizza, which was good, but it didn't quite surpass Urataka's meatlovers pizza!
Today is Friday. In the morning, I visited the university to witness Mazuga installing a special fire alarm in the server room. This alarm system avoids using water or foam to prevent damage to the hardware. Instead, it releases CO2 into the room, eliminating the oxygen and extinguishing the fire within seconds. Afterward, we visited the construction site next to the university, which is currently being developed into an additional building for the university. We had the opportunity to explore, receive explanations, and take a tour of the building.
After learning that all my tasks for these three weeks were completed, I was given permission to leave early. So, after visiting the "new" building, I took a few final pictures with Dwayne and Glennrick before bidding farewell to the university. On our way home, we considered Eagle Resort and Aruba Luxury Apartments as potential resorts for future years, as Blue Village's rental prices were rising and becoming too expensive for the budget.
Tomorrow, we will be flying back to Belgium, leaving behind this beautiful island. I would like to express my gratitude to all of you for reading this blog and following me on my adventures in Aruba. A special thanks goes to Tinny, Sara, and Marlon for the delightful moments we shared on this island, and for constantly driving us to and from our workplace and activities. Furthermore, I want to extend my heartfelt appreciation to Dwayne and Glennrick for their supervision throughout these three weeks. Working with you has been an absolute pleasure, and I have gained valuable insights into IT management in schools and the island itself. I also want to acknowledge everyone else who made this experience possible, with Mr. Geerts, Erasmus+, and many others at the forefront of my mind.
Having this opportunity has been an absolute pleasure and a blessing. These memories will forever hold a special place in my heart, and I am deeply thankful for this experience. Though it hasn't fully hit me yet, I will soon realize how fortunate I am to have had this opportunity.
This will most likely be my last blog post! Wishing you all a wonderful journey ahead, and may the gods bless you. <3
Bai Rustég!
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Now share that link as you would any other-via email, Facebook, Twitter, SMS, WhatsApp, etc. You can either copy the link in the left-hand panel or from the big blue box in the main part of the screen. To get other people to join, you have to share the unique web address created for your conversation. This is a subreddit for reddit users to connect with others who use Skype. When everything is ready, a Skype for Web conversation window appears. Can't even create a microsoft account without a phone number these days. Once that’s done, you’ll eventually see a Skype loading screen as Microsoft prepares the account-free conversation. Once your name is entered, click the Start a conversation button again. Just don’t sweat it if you’d rather use a pseudonym. I wouldn’t necessarily count on Skype as a way to have a sensitive, anonymous conversation. Since this is not tied to an account you can use any name you like. Pick the username you’d like to use for the conversation.Ĭlick that and a small window will pop up asking you to enter your name.
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In this article, we will see how to install Windows 10 without a Microsoft Account. When you land on the webpage you’ll see a button labeled Start a conversation. It is still possible to sign in using a local account that does not involve internet-based credentials, but the option to do so is hidden behind various buttons and labels, so its not clear to many people how to use a local account. The way it works is that I just "enable" the router functionality and then.Since this is a web-based service, you start on. I recently realized that I have a switch configuration with an unintended potential side-effect.I have an Aruba 6300F with several VLANs on it.
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What could an IT Pro do with superpowers? Which IT tasks would you use them in and how? Which Superpowers Would You Like to Have? Water Cooler.Satellite networks are at high risk, according to a new warning from the FBI and CISA. Snap! SATCOM Threat, IE End of Life, Bricked Macs, Planet 9, Lego Delorean Spiceworks OriginalsįBI and CISA warn over threats to satellite communications networks.But, they did something I've been wanting for years (decades?), so I guess there needs to be acknowledgement. I could give a "He Tasks Me" speech like Khan in "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan". Shout Out To Xfinity (Personal Home Internet) Networkingįirst, this pains me.
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> Under your device's name, select Manage > Remove.Īfter you've done this, you will be able to install free apps from Microsoft Store without signing into your Microsoft account. It is not possible to separate your Skype profile from your Microsoft. > Select Show details to see info for that device. Can I use Skype without my Microsoft account Skype is one of a range of consumer services that is accessed through a Microsoft account. > Go to /devices, sign in, and find the device you want to remove. You need to go into your Microsoft account settings an 'remove' the device from there. The solution is simple but Microsoft will not tell you this. One group of people is saying you can get rid of the sign-in prompt just by pressing the X button, and the other group saying the sign-in prompt won't go away.īoth are true, because Windows 10 behaves in two different ways depending on -Ī - If you have never used any Microsoft account on this device, you can close the sign-in prompt without any problem.ī - If you have ever used any Microsoft account on this device (or used it to switch out from Windows 'S' Mode), Windows will keep asking you to sign-in, even for installing free apps. I know why different people are reporting two different behaviors here. The user is now using the old Snipping Tool program as a workaround, but I can't imagine this won't come up in the future with this or another program.
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I wondered if it was a user rights issue, so I logged into the computer myself, however Snip and Sketch seems to be a per-user application and it does not give me the option to reinstall it or install it for all users.ĭoes anyone know a workaround for this? I searched Google for an offline Snip and Sketch installer to no avail. While logged in as the user, the Microsoft Store program is insisting that I sign into a Microsoft account to install Snip and Sketch, and it will not accept our onsite AD accounts as valid. When I link the user's onsite AD account in the Microsoft Store using the sign in button at the top right, it still demands a Microsoft account when trying to install the program.Ģ. However, I am running into the following roadblocks:ġ. Snip and Sketch was removed from a user's computer accidentally and I am attempting to reinstall it. Hello all, and thank you in advance for your help.
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The way it works is that I just "enable" the router functionality and then. Youll note that if you use vi on a text file created by a Windows notepad, for example, will show M characters at each newline, while text files created by Mac OS X will look all goofy using windows notepad. Many operating systems do not limit filenames to one extension shorter than 4 characters, as was common with some operating systems that supported the File Allocation Table (FAT) file system. Filename extension it is usually noted in parentheses if they differ from the file format name or abbreviation. Right-click the files, and select 'Copy' from the popup menu. This is a list of file formats used by computers, organized by type. Select the source files as you did earlier. Briefly, one other technique that comes to mind is: Have the same Mac Finder arrangement as before. There are a few other ways to copy files on Mac OS X, but this is the technique I use most often. Follow this answer to receive notifications. to write a list of files to a text file (files.txt) EDIT: dir /b to simply generate the bare file names. I recently realized that I have a switch configuration with an unintended potential side-effect.I have an Aruba 6300F with several VLANs on it. Mac file copying - A second way to copy files on Mac OS X. In the absence of any further information, c:> cd directory c:> dir > files.txt. Can I plug the mgmt interface of a switch into one of its own switch ports? Networking.Right-click in the folder and go to New > Text Document.
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What could an IT Pro do with superpowers? Which IT tasks would you use them in and how? Open File Explorer and navigate to the folder where you want to create the text file. Which Superpowers Would You Like to Have? Water Cooler.Satellite networks are at high risk, according to a new warning from the FBI and CISA. Snap! SATCOM Threat, IE End of Life, Bricked Macs, Planet 9, Lego Delorean Spiceworks OriginalsįBI and CISA warn over threats to satellite communications networks.But, they did something I've been wanting for years (decades?), so I guess there needs to be acknowledgement. Adding /b to the command causes the list to contain just the file and directory names, not the information on the number of files, when they were created, etc. so I can add options to the command to get just the names of the files. I could give a "He Tasks Me" speech like Khan in "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan". The basic command to list the files in a directory and place them in a text file is seen below. Shout Out To Xfinity (Personal Home Internet) Networkingįirst, this pains me.
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