"There's something annoying though..." I place my face against the side of hers but glide my hand along her hip. "What?"

"You seem to have lost weight since the beginning of this year...you're worrying me..." I tell her the truth that I noticed just yesterday when she was in a simple nightdress. "Well...I feel more like I gained weight..." she leans back but runs her fingers through her hair. "Are you kidding me? You seem thinner and I don't like it."

"You don't like it? Who wouldn't?" she raises her eyebrows but changes of mood now that we're talking about this. "Everyone calls me fat...so I don't see the problem."

"Not everyone, just assholes and jealous bitches," I correct her stupid sentence. "A thick girl is better in every way," I retreat from her and remove my hand from her thigh, hating to be hearing such dumb things. "How can this be better?"

"There's something to grip and a lot of guys like it, which girls barely want to believe because they think it's better to look like the sick skeletons we see in magazines and fashion shows," I glance away and tuck my hands in my pockets, speaking facts. "Starving yourself just to look like someone else will maybe get you some more guys but those ones will leave you once you'll gain a few pounds."

"They're all like that anyway..." she lets the most typical sentence out of her mouth as a girl but I lay my eyes over her. "No, they're not. A lot of them are assholes who cannot be loyal but there are also guys like me and if you don't believe me, you meet my exes and you'll see I like every type of girl."

"Every type but still skinny..." she remains stubborn with her ideas but I fly my hand up to her mouth to cover it. "Shut up my kitten, I'd love to have a thick girlfriend with a cute tummy, thick hips and thighs I could grip onto when needed...and a thick body is good for winter. If you were a man you would understand how good it feels when you cuddle with a thick girl."

"So you don't like skinny girls?" she asks with her curiosity never ceasing but I chuckle. "Ya. Do you even listen to what I say? I don't give a shit about the body but I don't like it when a girl is skinny because she starves herself. I want a healthy girl and if she's not confident or doesn't love herself, I'll make her do it."

She grabs my wrist and pulls it down. She doesn't reply anymore but only averts her eyes from mine.

•••

2:40 pm.

"Guys," the male teacher drifts our attention to our books as he knows this class is going to be hard for him. "Here you have the basic steps in human reproduction. We're first going to start with the male reproductive system so without looking below, can someone tell me the four main parts of it?"

I lick my lips as my hand is supporting my heavy head but I glance on my left, to get y/n in my sight. She's keeping her eyes down to not have to deal with me during this class but if she believes I'm going to keep my mouth shut, she's too optimistic.

"No one?" he tries again but understands not a single student is asking to be in the center of the attention. "Alright then, let's do it together..." he doesn't hide his despair but goes for it, gazing down at his book to do it with us. "Let's start with the tests," he types on his laptop to show us the image of it in a bigger size that we didn't want to see on the interactive board.

As soon as we can see it, I turn back towards y/n and find myself being lucky to have her eyes in my direction. "He's small, right?" I whisper but smirk to tease her, putting my arms down on the table to lean closer to her. She gives me a judging look. "Do you think I pay attention to that?"

"Maybe...but I'm just making an observation," I shrug but toy with my pen, liking this subject but noticing the lack of interest coming from her, I take hold of my long ruler. "Look..." I lay it in front of her. "That's my size," I chuckle quietly but have fun once I realize I'm making her blush. "Tch...stop lying," she slides the ruler back to my side. "And I don't care anyway."

"I'm not lying but I just thought this might be useful one day," I correct her falsehood and retrieve my ruler to get it back where it was and look at the teacher. "Your exes would be dead if this was true," she grasps my attention again as I thought she would avoid it at any cost.

"My exes couldn't walk for several days after having sex with me," I remark to make it clear I'm not lying at all about this. "I maybe exaggerated I admit, but this is almost eight inches."

A scoff runs away in a mocking manner. "And you think it's long..." she raises her eyebrows but I keep my eyes fixed on her, with a smirk upon my face. "Thick. Almost eight inches thick sweetheart," I precise but see she's not laughing anymore. "And eleven inches long when I'm turned on. Not kidding and that's not a great thing."

"Then why are you bragging about it so much?" she comes closer for the teacher to not hear us but I just grin and stare into her eyes. "I'm not. You have no idea how hard it is every day especially when I have a boner. It's obvious as fuck."

"You always have one..." she rolls her eyes but glances away. I can't believe what she just said. "What? That's not even true, the thing you see is just my dick but not a boner."

She raises her eyebrows but looks at me. "You have a big bulge all the time— oh...just whatever..." she suddenly puts an end to this argument. "Let's not talk about your thing."

"My thing," I repeat the adorable word she uses to not pronounce the one I just said but chuckle. "You're cute. I wish I could hear how 'dick' sounds in your mouth."

"This sounded wrong..." she thinks like I did when I said the sentence but we both get into eye contact, to chuckle like two idiots with dirty minds. "I know."

"But anyway, you're not impressing me with those eleven or twelve inches," she comes back to it but now starts to act like a brat about this. "Ah yeah? Are you sure about that?"

"My 'ex' if I can call him like that was thick too...I didn't get it 'cause we never did the thing because of me but...I'm pretty sure you aren't that thick..." she dares to minimize this and rest her head on her hand, to give me a little glance full of tease. "You never got the d?" a chortle escapes me but I never take my eyes off of her. "And why is that my little kitten?"

"Because...the only time we saw each other I had my period so...that ruined everything..." she doesn't show any contentment about this. "If he was a real man he would have done it without caring about your period and honestly...that feels even better."

"How do you know that?" her eyes stare at me as they left the teacher's figure for me. "I just know it feels better, this is warmer and more slippery," I don't restrain my words since we already started this sexual conversation but she doesn't express any disgust or coyness. "Actually...I wanted him to do it but couldn't ask for it..."

I exhale sharply at her. "Ya...when you want something, ask for it. A man has to satisfy his girlfriend."

"Yeah but...I wasn't sure he wanted to do it..." her lips purse as she's giving me more details. "He was starting to act weird and all...he was kissing my neck when we were in the bed and he was getting damn hot and his breathing was getting sharp and fast the more he was giving me kisses. He kept on making weird movements with his legs when he was trapping mine between his but...he seemed to have a boner but since I never really got to feel one before and that he was thick, I wasn't sure. He even told me he would take my t-shirt off if I was kissing his neck but then when we talked about it some days after through texts he implied a bit indirectly that he wasn't really turned on..." she gives me the entire story but speaks without even realizing what she's saying.

"Sweetie," I get her eyes on me. "He was turned on. He just pretended not to be but if he does those things and gets hot with a heavy breathing this asshole obviously wants to—"

"Would you like a cup of tea Mister Jeon?" the teacher catches us during our chat but I play dumb and smile broadly at him. "No sir, I'm fine thank you."

"Then keep quiet and listen to the lesson," his frustration takes over him as I slightly provoked him but I now listen to this old man.

•••

4 pm.

While going out of the schoolyard with y/n, I put my arm around her neck and tuck my other hand in my pocket. "Are you gonna come to the trip next week?" I look down at her as she put her hood on. "I don't know if my parents will pay for it..." 

"I'll pay for you, I don't want to be there without you," I brush my fingers over her cheek but see a smile forming on her face. "I'm going to have to spend my life paying you back if you constantly give me money."

"No need to do that, if I give it to you that's because I want to, not because I want something in return," I reassure her about it since I would never want her to give me anything. "That's like going down on a girl and asking her to give me head in return."

My sentence gets her to glare at me. "Why do you always have to make it sexual...?"

I shrug but chuckle. "That was just a good example but whatever, can you come to my house? Pretty please?" I pout to use her by her weakness and pull her closer while heading to the subway. "You're lucky my stepbrother isn't here today or else he would have said no."

"Great," I slide my hand onto her shoulder but remove it from her body. "That will be cool with you."

"I think I'm the only one who hasn't paid for the trip yet," she mumbles in a voice barely audible. "We don't care," I don't let her concern herself about this. "We will have to pass by the bank though, I don't have a lot of cash anymore."

"How can you always have money if you don't work?" she looks up at me without forgetting to be careful while walking. "My mom spoils me and she's an investment banker so the money is not a problem for us. We have as much as we want."

"Wow...we live in two different worlds then..." she deviates her gaze from mine as this topic must not be a fun one for her. "But I got you in my own world now," I smile at her, making it evident that I wouldn't want to leave her with problems. She shakes her head while quietly chuckling but walks down the stairs with me.

40 minutes later...

"Mom! I'm home," I close the door behind y/n as she's taking her shoes off. "I'm in the kitchen!" she yells from afar so I remove my shoes as well and drag y/n with me to my mother who must be cooking given the pleasant scent of food. I pass by the large living room then walk by the wine one to finally reach the opened door and drop my bag on the floor as soon as I'm inside.

"Hey," I head up to her and hug her while she's cooking, to press a kiss on her head. "How was your day at school?" she smiles but doesn't notice my little girl staring away out of shyness. "It was good and I came back with y/n today," I mention her but see my mother turning towards her with a broad smile. "Oh. Nice to meet you," she bows to her and stops her activity for a moment. While y/n is bowing back and exchanging some words with her, I head to one of the cabinets and look for a bag of chips.

I grab the Doritos and close the door to open the bag and dig in the food while walking back up to the two ladies. "Jungkook talked a lot about you so I'm happy to finally be meeting you," she already reveals too much information to her but I lay my eyes on this cute girl, my body leaning back on the kitchen counter for me to eat as I'm watching them. "And he told me you were not feeling good these days, is everything okay?"

"Yes...I was just a bit sick but now I'm feeling better," she smiles at her with the same diffidence than when we first met. "Great, I guess you're going to stay here for dinner? I cooked Jungkook's favorite meal and I can assure you that you'll be full of energy and happiness after eating it."

"Mom," I chuckle but stop her in her enthusiasm, I can see in the way she's treating y/n that she already consider her as my girlfriend. "She's going to stay in my room so leave her a bit alone," I step to the blushing girl to retrieve my school bag and keep my snack. "I'm just being kind with this sweet girl, I want her to feel comfortable and good here."

"Then let her breathe a little and don't bombard her with questions," I smile but place my hand on the side of y/n's arm. "Let's get in my room," I take her with me to drift her away from my mother. "We'll come back for dinner so call us once it's cooked," I get y/n out and follow her as my mother just nodded.

I lead the way for her to not get lost or take the wrong way, I walk up the stairs and reach the second opened floor to proceed through the hallway and get at almost the end of it where my bedroom is.

"Here," I open the door and let her walk in before me, to then close it behind me and throw my school bag on my king-sized bed. "Are we going to work?" she puts her bag down on the floor right next to my desk but I raise my eyebrows at her to show how impossible this is. "Excuse me? It's Friday so hell no, we ain't working," I drop myself on the bed and consume my food. I can finally relax.

"Then...what are we going to do?" she takes her pink coat off but instead of feeling comfortable, she holds it against her and stands on her spot. "Come here," I pat the area next to me with my clean hand. She doesn't ask anything but joins me on the bed as I told her to. "You can let go of that," I giggle but grab her coat to leave it behind us. "We can play if you want."

"Play? Play what?" she frowns at me, definitely understanding something sexual. "Nookii," I smirk but shove a chip into my mouth while staring into her eyes. "What's that?"

"A board game, do you want me to give you an example?" I take my phone out and place my snack on my lap as she just nodded. I smile without being able to control this naughtiness but get into my gallery, to enunciate one example. "That's something you get when you pick the card 'mmm' and the thing that it tells you to do is, 'Sit down in a chair and take your top off, then I have to kneel down behind you and ensure that I have full access to your breasts. I apply exceedingly gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders, intuitively varying the motion. I have to employ the circular use of my tongue while teasingly nipping you with my teeth. I then lick my fingers and put my arm around you," I continue reading the whole card as she's surprisingly not stopping me, as if she was liking it. "To moisten your nipples. I continue to focus my mouth around your shoulder, rotate my fingers to imitate and synchronize the movement with my tongue...and I intersperse the procedure with pauses for tweaking and biting..." my sentence ending as I just turned myself on by thinking about this whole thing happening, I set my eyes on y/n.

She gazes up at me silently, her hands squeezed between her thighs. "Do you want to play?" I lick my lips but let them curve into a smirk. She smiles in a coy manner and glances away. "No..."

"Too bad then, that would have been fun with you," my phone lands on the blanket and I move my snack away to stand up and head to my personal bathroom but let the door open while I'm washing my hands and looking for something I need. "Are you mad?" she worries about my reaction but I go back to her with the thing I needed. "No, idiot," I sit down right next to her but touch her thigh. "Place it on mine, I'm going to apply some healing cream over it."

She doesn't say anything about this or show any reluctance but spreads her legs, to put her right one over mine. "Do you want to do it?" I make sure she feels comfortable about this but she instantly shakes her head, telling me that she wants me to do this. I smile but open the small bottle to put some onto the hued spot of her inner thigh then close it, to use my fingers and spread it. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."

She nods to me and stares at my fingers rubbing the same spot over and over again in the same circular motion, to make the cream penetrate well. I flatten my other hand on the blanket and keep going, delicately. I would lie if I was saying I'm not liking this, especially since it's quiet as hell in here with only the sound of our breathings filling the room. "Your hands are veiny as hell..." she mentions, my lips forming a smirk at this remark. I cannot tell the reason of this since my veins jut out that much once I'm turned on. "And your fingers are pretty long..."

"Let me guess," my eyes gaze up into hers with confidence. "You like long fingers and veiny hands, don't you?"

"I do..." she bites on her upper lip to hide her grin but leave me chuckling. That's typical and I'm used to this. "I'm not even surprised—"

"W—Wait," she clenches her thighs against my hand as I pushed it a bit higher, and makes me stop the movement of them. "What's wrong?"