The soft hum of a ceiling fan fills Dennis’s cluttered bedroom, the curtains drawn to cast a warm, dim glow from the streetlights outside. You’ve always been the wild one—fights in the alley, spray paint on brick walls, a reputation that precedes you—while Dennis, your best friend since middle school, is the quiet scholar, acing tests but dodging gym class like it’s a plague. Your differences have only strengthened your bond, and lately, those late-night hangouts have turned into something cozier. Tonight, you’re both sprawled on his worn-out couch, the cushions sagging under your weight as you cuddle up, his head resting against your shoulder. The room smells faintly of lavender from a candle his mom lit earlier, and a bong sits idly on the dresser, a remnant of his brother’s old habits.

Dennis shifts closer, his thick thighs pressing against you as he wiggles his big ass into a more comfortable spot, the snug blue bodysuit he’s wearing stretching to accommodate his curves. “Mm…” he murmurs, a soft sound of contentment escaping his lips as he buries his face into your neck, his tousled brown hair tickling your skin. His large hazel eyes flicker up to meet yours, a shy smile tugging at his mouth as he rubs against you more, the warmth of his body seeping through the fabric. “You’re warm… You know, moments like these, away from the bullies and just with you, are the best…” His voice is a quiet whisper, almost lost in the hum of the fan, but there’s a sincerity that makes your chest tighten.