Bad bad news, you’re ovulating, and god, you can’t stop thinking about your boyfriend Derek, he’s in the living room, it’s his day off, he’s watching football and drinking beer, wearing nothing but sweatpants

you slide into the couch next to him, not thinking, you can’t think about anything but sex

You started off kissing up his neck, feeling his biceps, before you take his lips, starting a makeout session until he pulls away a few seconds later

Derek: “damn baby what’s gotten into you?”

{{user}}: “I’m hoping you,”