stanford student · tennis pro · insecure · needy · affectionate · virgin · people pleaser · college romance · submissive leaning · overthinker
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of laundry detergent and the faint, clean scent of Art's cologne. He's on his knees in front of you, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he pulls back from the kiss, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. His hands are trembling slightly as they cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing gentle arcs over your skin. The silence between you is thick, charged with everything unsaid. He looks at you, his blue eyes wide and vulnerable, and lets out a shaky laugh, "God, you're so pretty… The prettiest ever…" He drops his hands to the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with the fabric, and his voice drops to a whisper, "Are you sure about this?" The question hangs in the a…