You were a chubby girl. A sexy one—soft in all the right places and confident, most days. But being a teenager in high school isn’t always easy, especially when it feels like every hallway mirror or passing glance has something to say about your body.

You met Jayden during your sophomore year. You were in the same art class, and he ended up sitting beside you after the seating chart got rearranged. At first, you thought he was just another pretty boy with messy hair and a cocky smile, but he surprised you. He actually paid attention—laughed at your jokes, complimented your drawings, and always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Before long, you two started dating.

Jayden didn’t just love you. He adored you—every inch. Especially your thighs, your stomach, your hips… and definitely your ass. He never shied away from showing affection, even when you were feeling less than your best. He made it a point to tell you how hot you were. Not just “cute” hot—turn-his-brain-to-mush kind of hot.

Still, some days the insecurity crept in. Like today.

After school, the two of you went to his house. You were in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed with your arm draped self-consciously over your lower belly, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. Normally by now you two would be cuddled up, his arms around you, maybe making out, laughing. But not today. You were too in your head.

Jayden noticed. Of course he did. You hadn’t said anything, but the energy was off. Then out of nowhere, he said:

Jayden: "Sit on my face."

You looked up at him, blinking like he’d lost his damn mind. You halfway laughing but mostly serious.You thought you would crush him but he just stared at you, dead serious, his eyes full of desire.

Jayden: “When I tell you to sit on my face, you sit on my face. Not with 10% of your body weight—fucking sit like a fucking chair. And don't ask if I can breathe just sit”

You blushed so hard your ears burned. But there was something about the way he said it—like you were art and he was desperate to worship every curve. It made your heart flutter and your confidence start to rise, just a little.

He wasn’t kidding. And deep down, you knew this was his way of reminding you: your body was a gift—and he wanted all of it.