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desperate-gay · 1 year ago

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because of jenni’s insta story…

jenni, your shared home gym, & “baby girl come sit on my thigh”

Home Gym

Jenni Hermoso x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

summary: gotta read and see!

“Jenni, you have been in there for hours! I need cuddles right now-“

As you turn the corner into your home gym, your complaints die out when you see your girlfriend sitting down and flexing in the mirror, taking a photo most likely for her socials.

You’ve always known Jenni has been muscular and well-built but somehow she’s been building up even more muscle, so seeing her flexing has you speechless. Your jaw is dropped as your eyes trail over every crevice and vein that sticks out along with her tattoos that glisten in sweat. The ache in your legs begins to become more apparent by just looking at the Spaniard.

“Hola, bonita. What were you saying? You were too far so I couldn’t hear you.” Jenni asks innocently, turning her body towards you and giving you her attention.

You quickly clear your throat before waving her off. “It’s nothing, nothing at all. Just miss you.” A smile tugs on the brunette’s face while she puts away the weights that were sitting on each side of her.

Noticing your eyes never leaving her, she puts on a little show slightly flexing off her arms when she puts away the dumbbells. You remain in the same spot, standing by the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest and lip between your teeth.

“I love it when you check me out, princesa.” Your head shoots up hearing the forward statement while also being surprised thinking you were somewhat discreet when you were the complete opposite. When Jenni sees your mouth open and close without knowing what to say she chuckles with a shake of her head.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You shrug, trying to continue your oblivious front only to be stopped by a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Be honest.”

“You’re just so fit.” You admit as if all the wind got knocked out of you. Jenni grins and adjusts her position on the bench, now manspreading her legs and waving you over to her with a finger.

“Come sit on my thigh, baby girl.” She demands while her eyes blow with lust. The Spaniard almost laughs at how quick you are to obey, already sitting on her lap after a couple of seconds.

Her hands grip your waist and flip you around so your back is against her chest and now both facing the large mirror. The thumps in your chest become faster in excitement along with the wetness between your legs to pool from seeing her arms rub up and down your body.

“I bet you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jenni whispers in your ear, biting and kissing after you nod. “We better take care of that then.” She smirks at you through the mirror as you mindlessly nod and grind against her muscular thigh.

Her lips patch onto your neck, suckling at your skin wherever she can reach while her hands work on tugging your shorts down. You let out little breathy noises as she sucks at your sweet spot and lifts your hips so she can slide the fabric covering your underwear off.

“I can see you’re soaking through your panties.” She mumbles against your neck and then dips her fingers under the lace fabric with a groan. Your hand immediately grips her wrist when she rubs your clit with one of her fingers.

The sight of you in the mirror with your mouth wide open in silent pleasure is something Jenni will never get over, no matter how long the two of you have been together. And for you, the sight of your girlfriend suddenly becoming very buff turns you on beyond belief.

“Please do something, baby.” You beg, continuously grinding your hips with her fingers until she pulls them away with a tut.

“If you want something, you’re going to do it yourself. You disturbed my workout because of your neediness, so you’ll get off on my thigh.” She says tauntingly through the mirror with her chin resting on your shoulder and her hands on your hips.

You quickly gulp but put up no fight knowing that if you do, you won’t be receiving anything anytime soon. Jenni gives you her regular cocky smile before using her two hands to rip your thin panties, making you jolt in shock.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry about it. Now vamos.” Her heavily accented voice sends shivers down your spine before you begin to grind against her thigh. You have to angle yourself a little more forward than usual so your clit will be stimulated.

Jenni’s tattooed arms make their way under your t-shirt of hers that you always steal and grope both of your boobs in each of her hands. When you start to cry out she smiles in triumph, watching you pathetically hump her leg to get off because you’re so needy for her and only her.

Not even too long in, you already feel close. Your clit is swollen from becoming so turned on in a quick amount of time and watching Jenni and her muscles through the mirror helps a lot too. The pleasure becoming intense, your hand grips hard against Jenni’s hand.

“Are you gonna cum on my thigh? Like a little needy slut?” Your hand turns white from your tight grip and your hips grind hard and fast, trying to reach your high.

What pushes you over the edge is when Jenni’s arm wraps around your midsection and you can see her bicep on full display. The sight itself has you soaking her thigh and silently screaming in pleasure with your legs shaking.

“So beautiful. My beautiful girl.” The brunette whispers, placing tiny kisses on your forehead and shoulders while you calm down.

“Don’t ever let me see you workout or this will be the outcome every time.” Your chest heaves as Jenni laughs at your confession. Once you both die down from laughter, you guys look into the mirror at each other with soft smiles and loving gazes.

“We’re doing this way more often. Maybe I should wear more shorts and tank tops to show off my godly figure.”

“Jenni, you are ruining the moment.”

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 2 years ago

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Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*

warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie

pairings: cheater harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.

She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.

The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.

His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.

She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.

“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.

As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.

Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.

He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.

Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.

She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.

The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.

He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.

So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.

YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.

The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.

"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.

He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.

"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.

He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.

“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.

"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.

He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.

“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.

YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.

Thank you guys so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback you have, and as always, requests are open. Love you!!!

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fitnessmantram · 1 year ago

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feedybot · 4 days ago

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Chapter 1: The Deal

It started with the jeans.

They weren’t tight-tight. Not at first. Just… a little more snug than usual. Enough to make me do that awkward wiggle in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself they must’ve shrunk in the wash. But then I caught him doing the same thing with his own pants—frowning down at his stomach and tugging his waistband with a sigh.

That night, over takeout Thai and a Netflix binge, we had the talk.

“Okay, we’re not huge or anything,” I said, mouth full of pad see ew. “But I feel like maybe we’ve been… enjoying ourselves a bit too much?”

He looked at me, chewing thoughtfully. “So you’re saying you miss your abs.”

“I never had abs.”

“Exactly.” He smirked.

I chucked a throw pillow at him, but he ducked. “You’re the one who’s been baking banana bread every Sunday like we’re in quarantine again.”

“Hey, you’re the one who eats half of it before it even cools.”

We bickered, teased, and laughed our way into a decision: we’d get serious. No crash diets, no weird detoxes. Just real effort. Gym three times a week. Cooking at home. Accountability.

He even shook on it with me like it was a sacred vow.

The Deal.

At first, it felt kind of amazing. We went grocery shopping together like one of those obnoxiously fit couples. We meal-prepped. We downloaded a workout app. The gym was brutal but weirdly fun when we did it side by side. I had new leggings, new sneakers, a new water bottle I actually remembered to use.

And for a while, I could feel the change—more energy, slightly less puffiness. Not dramatic, but enough.

He, of course, started making progress faster. He’s just one of those guys who looks at a dumbbell and magically gains definition. I tried not to let it bother me. I just upped my cardio. Skipped dessert a few nights.

But there were… little slips.

A few skipped workouts. A couple of late-night snack runs. A day where I was “too sore” followed by one where I just didn’t feel like it. Nothing major. Nothing I couldn’t bounce back from.

Right?

He didn’t say anything. Just kept showing up to the gym. Kept flexing in the mirror and playfully asking me to “feel his biceps.” I did, and teased him back, but I couldn’t help noticing how solid he was getting.

Still. We were doing this together. That was the point.

One night, lying in bed with his arm wrapped around me, he squeezed my waist and kissed my shoulder.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered.

I smiled into the dark, warm and sleepy and safe.

Maybe I was.

Chapter 2: Progress and Plateaus

Three weeks in, he took a shirtless gym selfie in the mirror. Not to post—he just showed it to me like it was no big deal. “Not bad, right?” he said, flexing his arm a little, like a dork.

And yeah… it wasn’t bad at all.

His stomach was flatter. His chest looked a bit more defined. His arms weren’t huge, but they had that lean, sculpted look I’d only seen on fitness influencers. And the worst part? He was barely even trying. Sure, he showed up and pushed himself, but half the time he was cracking jokes between sets or texting while stretching.

Meanwhile, I was sweating my ass off and… not seeing much.

At first, I brushed it off. Everyone said women lost weight more slowly. Hormones. Water retention. All that. I just needed more time. So I pushed harder. Upped my reps. Cut back on bread. Stared down my scale like it owed me an apology.

But by the end of the fourth week, my leggings felt tighter. Not looser. I actually had to peel them off one night with a little hop and a grunt. My sports bra left red marks. Even my hoodie felt weird around the waist—just a little more snug when I pulled it down.

Still, I didn’t say anything.

Neither did he.

But I caught him looking.

Once, after a run, I flopped onto the couch and lifted my shirt to wipe my forehead, and his eyes lingered. Just a second too long. Not in a bad way. Not in a mean way. But enough that I flushed a little and yanked the fabric back down.

He smiled. “You’re glowing.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s sweat, not glow.”

“It’s hot.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not just saying that because I’m falling behind?”

He sat beside me and kissed my temple. “You’re doing fine.”

That word again—fine.

It followed me everywhere. My progress? Fine. My form? Fine. My measurements? Still “fine.”

But something didn’t feel fine. My thighs rubbed together a little more than they used to. My belly puffed just slightly over my waistband when I sat down. I felt softer. Rounder. And worse—tired. Not just from the workouts, but from trying to pretend I wasn’t quietly sliding backwards.

That night, after he went to sleep, I stood in front of the mirror and turned sideways. My reflection blinked back, a little fuller than I remembered. A tiny crease where my waist used to dip in more sharply. A curve to my lower belly I could swear wasn’t there a month ago.

I sighed, tugged my shirt down, and climbed into bed beside him.

“Still glowing,” he mumbled in his sleep, reaching out to rest a hand on my hip.

I bit my lip.

Maybe I was glowing.

But under the covers, I could feel the way his hand sank in a little more than it used to.

Chapter 3: The Gym Gap

I started dreading the mirror at the gym.

Not the big one in front of the treadmills—that one was easy to avoid if I just looked at the TVs. No, it was the full-length one by the dumbbells, where I’d catch glimpses of myself mid-squat, red-faced and puffy, next to him—my boyfriend, my gym partner, my own personal reminder that men really do have it easier.

His arms were looking ridiculous now. That lean, toned phase had passed into something more… defined. Shoulders broader. Veins starting to pop just a little. He still goofed off, still made bad jokes between sets, but now people were actually watching him. One of the trainers asked if he’d ever done a fitness program before.

No one was asking me anything—except if I needed help reracking weights I hadn’t actually lifted.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t trying. I was. I’d show up, sweat through my sports bra, wince through burpees. I’d track my food, until a bad day made me say screw it and I inhaled an entire bag of peanut M&Ms on the couch.

He never said anything.

But sometimes, after a long session, I’d catch him glancing at my stomach when I peeled off my hoodie. Not judging, exactly—just noticing. And somehow, that was worse.

“You okay?” he asked one evening, as I dropped onto the couch with a groan.

“Just sore,” I muttered, adjusting the waistband of my leggings that were starting to roll down in front.

“Yeah?” He flopped down beside me, full of post-gym energy. “You’re looking good, though.”

I snorted. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying.” He grinned and reached over, giving my hip a little squeeze. “Soft isn’t bad.”

I froze. My face went hot.

“Wow,” I said, half-laughing, half-offended. “Way to flirt.”

He looked sheepish, but amused. “I meant it as a compliment.”

Sure, maybe he did. Maybe he liked how I was filling out. But I didn’t. Not when my favorite jeans refused to button last weekend. Not when I caught myself hiding empty wrappers in the bottom of the trash so he wouldn’t see.

It felt like we were still on the same path—but walking in opposite directions.

He kept looking better. I kept getting… softer.

That weekend, we went to a brunch with some friends. He wore this fitted navy tee that made his arms look massive. I wore a flowy dress because the jeans were a no-go and my leggings were in the wash. As we sat down, one of our friends raised her eyebrows and said, “Damn, someone’s been working out!”

I smiled, proud of him. He deserved it.

Then she looked at me. “You too?”

It wasn’t mean, not really. But something about the pause—the slight tilt of her head—made my stomach clench.

I laughed it off. “Trying.”

Back home, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after my shower, towel wrapped under my arms. My belly curved out a little further than I wanted to admit. My thighs looked thicker. My face was a touch rounder.

I reached down and poked the soft swell at my waist. It jiggled gently.

From the hallway, his voice floated in: “Hey babe, you want protein shakes or smoothies tomorrow?”

I hesitated, then called back: “Smoothies. But can we add peanut butter?”

“Of course.”

And maybe, deep down, I knew I wasn’t really trying anymore.

Chapter 4: Treat Yourself

I started skipping workouts more often. At first it was little things—late meetings, cramps, a “rest day” that turned into a rest week. He still went, of course. He’d kiss me on the forehead and say, “You sure you don’t want to come?” like he already knew the answer.

And I’d smile from the couch, hoodie pulled down over my belly, a snack in one hand and a throw blanket in the other.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” I’d say. Every time.

But tomorrow kept moving.

The weird part? He didn’t nag me. Not once. He just… let it happen. Still made extra smoothie for me in the mornings. Still cooked dinner when I was too tired. Still hugged me from behind in the kitchen, even when my tank top started riding up in the front.

One night, after he’d come back from the gym all pumped and sweaty, I reached out to touch his chest—partly to tease him, partly just because, damn. He smirked.

“Feel that?” he said.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” I rolled my eyes. “You’re turning into a Greek statue.”

He looked at me for a second, then said, “Well, you’re turning into a little goddess too.”

I blinked.

“Soft and curvy,” he added, eyes flicking down. “It suits you.”

I didn’t know what to say. My cheeks went hot. Part of me wanted to smack him with a pillow. Part of me wanted to melt into the floor.

Instead, I mumbled something and shuffled off to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I was eating cookie dough straight from the tub.

It wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t giving up or anything. I just needed comfort. And honestly? It felt good. Better than chasing progress I couldn’t see. Better than hating my reflection after a week of being “good.”

So I leaned into it.

Skipped the salads. Ordered dessert. Bought myself a new pair of leggings that didn’t dig into my waist. He noticed, of course. Especially when we cuddled on the couch and I’d shift to get comfortable, only to feel his hand slide over my side… and stop.

Not in judgment.

In appreciation.

“You’re so soft lately,” he murmured once, his hand slipping under my hoodie, resting on the gentle swell of my belly.

I flushed. “That’s not a compliment, babe.”

He tilted his head, eyes warm. “Isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. But I didn’t move his hand either.

Chapter 5: Clothes Don’t Lie

It happened on a Saturday morning.

The plan was simple: brunch with his sister, casual outfit, cute vibes. I’d even done my hair. But when I went to pull on my favorite jeans—the high-waisted ones I used to live in—they barely made it past my thighs.

I paused. Blinked. Tried again.

The denim stretched tight across my legs, cutting into my skin like they were two sizes too small. I yanked them up anyway, doing that little dance, tugging and wiggling until the waistband sat just under my belly. I sucked in and reached for the button.

It wouldn’t close.

I tried lying down on the bed, like that would magically change anything. Still no luck. The gap was almost two inches wide, my stomach rounding softly between the edges, defiantly uncontainable.

I just stared.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen. “You good?”

Panic fluttered in my chest. I wrestled the jeans off and threw them into the closet like they’d personally betrayed me. My face was burning.

I grabbed a loose flowy dress instead—one of those comfy ones I used to wear when I was bloated. It used to hang off me. Now it… clung. Not tight, exactly, but definitely not hiding anything.

He didn’t say a word when I walked out. Just looked me up and down, eyes lingering for a second longer than usual.

“You look cute,” he said, smiling. “I like that dress.”

“You mean you like that it hides the fact I’ve apparently gained a small planet,” I muttered.

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say that.”

“No, but you’re thinking it.”

He walked over, slid his hands to my hips, and leaned in. “I’m thinking,” he whispered, “that you’ve never looked more delicious.”

I swatted at him, flustered. “You’re such a dork.”

“Am I wrong?”

His fingers found the dip at my waist—what was left of it—and squeezed gently. I felt my breath hitch. My stomach pushed out slightly under the soft fabric, and I knew he could feel it. Every extra inch.

He didn’t let go.

That night, after a surprisingly indulgent brunch and an afternoon nap we both blamed on food comas, I found those jeans again. I stared at them for a long time before folding them up and placing them quietly in the back of the closet.

Out of sight. Out of mind.

But even as I turned away, I could still feel the weight of them—not just in my hands, but on my hips, my thighs, the soft curve of my belly that had grown too bold to ignore.

Chapter 6: The New Normal

By the time summer rolled in, I’d stopped pretending.

Stopped pretending I was going to wake up early and go to the gym. Stopped pretending my leggings were just “stretching out in the wash.” Stopped pretending I didn’t love the way his hand settled on my hip a little longer every night, like it belonged there.

My body had changed. That much was obvious.

Everything was rounder. Softer. Fuller. My belly had become a constant companion, pressing against my waistband, peeking out under shirts that used to fall flat. My thighs kissed with every step, and my arms had that little extra jiggle that didn’t bounce back like it used to.

And somehow… I wasn’t miserable about it.

Maybe because of the way he looked at me now. Not like I’d failed. Not like I was someone who’d let herself go. But like I was something he’d won.

He’d still tease me. God, he teased me.

“Need help getting up, princess?” he’d ask when I sank into the couch with a little huff. Or, “You sure you don’t want seconds?” when I was already halfway through my second helping. He’d grin when I shot him a look, but he’d always serve me more.

One night, we went out with friends. He wore a fitted button-up that showed off his arms. I wore a long, flowing maxi dress—nothing tight, nothing clingy. Just enough to feel pretty without showing everything.

And yet… I still caught a few glances.

“Damn,” someone whispered as we walked past. “He got ripped.”

I smiled proudly. He deserved it.

But a beat later, another voice followed, low but clear:

“She got softer, huh?”

It wasn’t cruel. Just matter-of-fact.

But it echoed in my head the rest of the night.

Back home, I stood in front of the mirror, dress slipping down my shoulders. I ran my hands over my belly—no longer a hint of softness, but a full, round curve that pushed out over my hips. I lifted it slightly. Let it drop. Watched it bounce once, then settle.

“You’re staring again,” he said, appearing behind me.

I jumped. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, hands resting right where the softness began. “You’re beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes. “You have to say that.”

“I really don’t.”

His hands smoothed down, resting fully over my belly. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “You know what I love?”

“What?”

“This.” He gave the soft swell a gentle squeeze. “I love that you’re mine. That I get to hold all of this.”

My cheeks burned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

I turned in his arms, the motion making my dress stretch a little over my belly. He noticed. He always noticed. But instead of pulling away, he kissed me again—deeper, slower, with the kind of intensity that made me forget every pair of jeans I couldn’t wear anymore.

I wasn’t what I used to be.

But maybe… I was more.

And if this was the new normal?

Well.

It didn’t feel so bad.

Epilogue: Just One More Bite

Six months later, the gym membership went unused. My workout clothes had been quietly pushed to the bottom drawer, replaced by oversized tees, stretchy dresses, and lounge sets that hugged a body that had definitely outgrown its “relationship weight.”

We were curled up on the couch—me in his hoodie, him shirtless, always running warm. A half-eaten pizza box sat open on the coffee table. My stomach was full. Too full. The good kind. Heavy, warm, soft.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that last slice,” I muttered, rubbing the round swell of my belly. “You let me.”

He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “I encouraged you.”

“I know.”

His hand drifted under the hem of the hoodie I’d stolen. He found the curve of my waist easily, fingers brushing the warm stretch of my side. I shifted with a groan, belly pushing outward, taut from dinner. I was so full I could barely sit straight.

“You’re getting greedy,” he teased, giving my side a squeeze.

“I’m getting soft,” I corrected, a little breathless.

He hummed. “Same thing, to me.”

I turned to face him, cheeks warm. “You like this,” I said quietly, not even a question.

“I love this,” he said, sliding his hand lower, settling over the heavy curve of my belly. “I love watching you enjoy yourself. Watching you let go.”

I bit my lip. “I’m not exactly tiny anymore.”

“Exactly,” he said, with a look that made me melt and squirm all at once.

We sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, his hand rising and falling gently with each breath I took. I leaned back into his chest, stuffed and content and just a little drunk on affection.

Then he whispered, lips brushing my ear:

“Dessert?”

My stomach gave a small, traitorous gurgle. I laughed, incredulous. “Are you serious?”

He was already getting up. “Just one more bite. For me.”

I sighed, smiling in defeat, hands cradling the fullness of my belly.

“One more bite,” I murmured. “But you’re carrying me to bed after.”

His grin was all I needed to see.

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Gym Bae

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, intercourse, dirty talk, etc etc)

Word count: 5500+

Planted in front of the mirror as I admired how these new Nike Support High-Waisted leggings hugged my thick thighs. Deciding between wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out over my sports bra or only wearing my sports bra had me dazed. I chose the first option, sliding my black and white Air Max 90's on, walking out of my room.

Gliding down the hall, I grabbed a towel, my keys, gym bag and closed the door behind me.

"I wonder if he's going to be there", I said to myself as I leap into my Granite Crystal Metallic Rubicon. ‘I Like It’ by Cardi B blared through the speakers taking up all the few minutes of time it took to arrive at 24 Hour Fitness. Glancing at the clock, it was 10:10 pm and the parking lot was fairly empty. Though the lot was bare, much to my excitement, his shiny all black Challenger was parked near the door. The mere thought of him shirtless, glistening, bobbing his head to what I assume to be some 90’s rap caused rambunctious butterflies to fill my stomach.

Today was arm day. Walking over to the free weights, which were directly in his view, I reached for a 12 pound dumbbell. Cleaning off a workout bench, I adjusted the back so that I could sit up straight, and see him in the reflection of the wall to wall mirror in front of me. I tried not to make it obvious that I wanted him to watch, but shit, I did.

My arms truly did need the workout. I increased the volume of my ‘Work It’ playlist and began to curl 3 sets of 15 on both sides. Once this set is complete, I have my eyes set on the resistance area for some pull ups.

The cool guzzle of water gave me the push I needed to complete the next half of my arm workout. Walking over to the chest press machine, I glanced in his direction. He was on the treadmill running, staring at me.

Yeah daddy, keep watching.

My mild obsession with this guy who reminded me of Ghost from Power began 3 months ago when I first took a tour of this gym. Seeking to improve my overall consistency and clear my mind from work, I immediately signed up. Spending the past 2 years working at a Public Relations firm was pleasant until our recent leadership change. My new ‘manager’ is a woman who seems like there is a stick permanently lodged up her ass. During her second month at my job, I knew that if I wanted to keep my job, I would need a frustration outlet. Having been involuntarily celibate means that there isn’t a man around to fuck the frustration out of me.

After my workout was complete, I decided to take a swim before heading home. Those beautiful butterflies showed up again as I walked right past him on the way to the ladies locker room. A side-eye smile on my left, he nodded back. Goddamn, his energy is strong.

Always keeping a swimsuit in my assigned locker along with fresh panties, deodorant, facial cleaner and moisturizer, I peeled off my t-shirt, sports bra and Nike pants placing them in my gym bag. Slipping on my Nike Slides, I move through the shower area, sauna and finally toward the pool door.

The water is nice. It isn’t cold as hell like a normal outdoor pool. No this a little to expensive gym membership included a heated pool, many lanes for relay swimming and water aerobics. After swimming to the opposite side of my abandoned lines, I heard footsteps approaching.

"Do you mind company?"

"No." I smiled back at him as I wipe the water running down my face.

"Aight, I'll be back in a second.”

Since the pool is only accessible through the locker rooms, I assume he was either looking for me since I hadn’t come back out the front door of the ladies room, or he genuinely wanted to take a swim.

Fuck, I thought to myself as he returned. He has on some black swimming trunks that rested right below his V cut abs. His left arm has a full sleeve of colorful tattoos and the rest of his body looked bare. He definitely spent his time on that body. He looked at least 6'3" or close to it.

Moving back toward me as I sat on the raised seat inside the pool, ”Do you mind if I turn some music on?”

"No, I don't mind."

I could now see his back had black and grey wings and rest in peace in the middle with someone’s name and year of death. A glass covered speaker and attached aux cord, he plugged it into his phone. He began playing some shit I never heard before. I’m not too concerned with the music though. He is enough of a distraction.

Diving in at the 10 foot end of the pool, he swims over to me.

“Hey," Wiping the water from his face. "I'm Taurus."

"Hi Taurus, DeLorean."

"Nice to meet you, DeLorean."

The way he said my name, He had me.

"That's an interesting name, Taurus.”

Chuckling, “Yes, I get that all the time. You can call me Tory. My mother named be that because my pops was a Taurus and she is in to that zodiac shit heavy. I was born shortly after my dad passed away so she thought it was fitting to name me Taurus. My father didn’t want a Junior since his name was Thaddeus.”

“OMG! Yea you don’t necessarily give off Thaddeus vibes, but I’m sure he was a cool dude.” We laughed together is comfortable unison.

“He was. She said of all the men she ever dated, he understood her the most. I think that earth energy is what she loved.” Tory became caught up in his thoughts.

Finally back to this reality, “I’ve been seeing you a lot around here.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

“More like returning the glances.”

“Oh, so you noticed?” I could feel my face become warm with slight embarrassment, but I also feel my pussy twitch with excitement.

With the warmest smile, “I noticed you 3 months ago when you were on your gym tour with Anthony. I play the long game baby girl. When I saw you come in tonight acting like you were really lifting weights, I decided that I would finally approach you.” He playfully laughed while calling me out on my fake workout.

“Oh don’t do me like that, I really was working out.” I shot back while flexing my triceps.

“Yea okay. So, you wanna do some laps or were you fake swimming too?”

“Now, how do you fake swim?! Come on, let’s swim the length of the pool and back.”

We make it a few feet over to the top and begin. Little does he know I was the swim team captain in High School and College so fake arm workout or not, he’s in for a beating tonight.

After a brutal loss, Tory asked if I wanted to get some food. It is almost 12 am but we're in L.A. so I know some shit is open.

"Can you pass me the ketchup?”

“Sure, here you go.” Tory passes to me while holding my gaze. Aside from the few glances and the dimly lit pool area, this is the true first time being close enough to see Tory’s eyes up close. His eyes were light brown and hooded shaped eyes. Full beard and plump lips to match, now i’m in a daze.

"DeLorean?" He motioned the ketchup my way as I am lost in his lips.

"Thanks." I smiled taking the bottle from his hand. "You can call me Lori.”

Wow, now we’re Lori and Tory. I felt corny for a second but whatever. He's gonna be daddy most of the time depending on how this plays out.

"So where you from Lori?" He asks before taking a bite of his breakfast burrito.

"I'm from L.A. Been here all my life. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Detroit. I moved here two years ago for a job. Plus I was tired of the cold weather."

"I'm sure. I've never experienced snow but I don’t even like to be cold in my own house."

He cackled, ”You should visit and experience some snow girl, it's nice if you don't have to drive in it or be in it for too long."

"Maybe," I said as I eat a fork full of hash browns.

"So, can I call you some time?"

"Took you long enough to ask."

Tory smiled at my response.

Damn that smile.

“Here, put your number in my phone.” Tory hands me his phone.

“You forgot to unlock it.” I move my hand back across the table for return.

“4566.”

Typing the code, his background picture is a beach.

“Beautiful photo,” I compliment navigating to his contacts.

“Thank you, I took it on vacation last year. I take a solo vacation each year to clear my head and visit a new place.”

Adding my name to his address book under Lori with muscle arm emoji next to it, I hand it back to him.

“Here.”

Smirking at his screen, “Oh, you funny, let me fix this.” Flipping the phone around to show me, He replaced the muscle arm emoji with the lips emoji. Smiling, I give him a questioning look.

“I want to always be reminded of your beautiful lips when I speak to you.”

I could feel my nipples stiffen. Tory didn’t even say with a sexual undertone. It was genuine.

We finish our meals and I wait for Tory to return to the table after paying our bill at the register near an old school Juke box. Shortly after, we were standing at my car door.

“So Lori, I know we just formally met, but i’m hitting up this party tomorrow for my homie birthday, would you like to accompany me?

“I could probably fit that in my schedule.”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose if you had other shi…”

Cutting him off before he could finish, I was not about to talk myself out of dick.

“Naw. I’m sure I’ll be able to go.”

“Aight, do you mind if I pick you up and we ride together?”

“Yea that’s fine.”

“Cool. I’ll text you so you have my number and you can give me your address. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow Lori.”

“Same here Tory.”

We part ways and I drive home.

Drying off after a refreshing shower, I hear my phone ding with a text alert.

“This is Tory, did you make it home?”

“Yes. Just stepped out of the shower.”

Yea, I wanted him to have a nice lil mental picture of me, wet and naked before he went to sleep.

“Aight ma, sleep well.”

“Thanx, same to you.”

I adore Saturday nights in the summer. Tory texted me an hour ago to let me know he would be at my house around 9 pm. The party will be at a nightclub they rented for the entire night.

To start, I took a relaxing bath, followed by a shower, shaving almost my entire body. Deciding on a wash and go hairstyle, I generously applied my conditioner to my hair. Siri announces Tory’s update, “Do you want anything from the store?”

“Hey Siri, reply to Tory, can you grab me bottle of water and some jolly ranchers?”

She announces his reply, “Tory says aight, see you soon.”

Just as I was zipping up the side of my dress, the doorbell rings.

Peeking through the peephole, I braced myself. Tory looked delectable.

Daddy had on this forest green custom fitted suit with a black button-down underneath. He has two buttons at the top undone with some black loafers. Line up is fresh accompanied with Gucci frames.

Trying my best to steady my breath, I open the door. Tory stands stuck for a moment before uttering a simple, “Hi.”

“Come in, I just need to put my shoes on.” I feel his eyes on me as I walk down the hall. My dress, a hot pink bodycon that had triangle cut outs between my breast and stomach. The same pattern in the same spot around my lower back.

After stepping into my sparkly open toe heels, Tory kneels to help me fasten the straps around my ankles. We make eye contact, “Damn, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you. You clean up nice yourself.”

Crowned passenger princess for the evening, I enjoy the impending sunset as we cruise toward the not too far venue. He plays a mix of slow jams and smooth rap while we ride in silence. Just as the last few rays peered over the horizon, we park in the lot adjacent to the building.

Tory and I dance for hours. He only has a couple shots in comparison to my 3 watermelon long islands. I hold my liquor pretty well and tonight, he’s making me feel so safe. As we periodically meet his friends, he introduces me as DeLorean. I figure two things: He didn’t want to explain that I am basically a stranger or he didn’t want other people calling me what he calls me.

It is almost 1 am and He whispers in my ear, “Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely,” a seductive look in my eye tells him I’m ready for the second half of our date.

Holding my hand, he leads me out of the party while he waves his goodbyes to his closest friends. He guides me to the car door, opening it, allowing me to slide in.

“You hungry?”

“Hell yea, but can we pick up something and eat at my place?”

“No problem, do you have a taste for anything?”

“Uh, lets get some tacos from this spot near my house.”

Due to the late hour, I ask Tory to park in my garage so that the birds do not ruin his car with poop. With the alcohol having a ticklish effect on me, I laugh through each breath explaining that I have angry birds that like to poop on cars at night when parked on the street.

Fully aware that we just met, our connection seems otherworldly. I want his company and if he spends the night, I’m content with it.

He places the Bart’s Mexican Bistro bags on the counter.

“Make yourself at home, I’m going to change into something more comfortable. You are more than welcome to help yourself to something to drink. I have juice, soda or water.”

“Aight, I’m going to grab my jogging pants from my car.”

Changing into some navy blue yoga pants and a matching navy cropped racerback top, I descend the stairs to see Tory in a white undershirt and grey jogging pants.

I quickly glance down at his dick print and see a nice size one. Licking my lips in approval, I place our tacos on plates and pour myself a glass of water.

“Have you seen Oceans 8?”

“Nah, not yet.”

“Okay, I’m gonna put it on. I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

After we eat, I snuggle next to him on the couch. With the only light in the room coming from the screen, he wraps his arm around my waist with his hand resting on my thigh.

We laugh at a few parts and I begin to drift off. Before I knew it, I felt myself being gently placed in my bed.

“Oh, you could’ve woke me up, I could have…”

“Ssshh, don’t worry about it.”

Tory turns to exit the room and I stop him. Moving the covers back behind me signaling him to join me, he doesn’t hesitate and lays right next to me.

He doesn’t hesitate and laid right behind me. I drift off to sleep, periodically feeling his dick jump.

It is the next morning and I rise to an empty bed. For a second, I question if he actually stayed over until I smell food coming from downstairs.

Taking a pit stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I walk into the kitchen, “What’s all this?”

“Well, I could tell you were resting peacefully so I decided to cook us breakfast. Luckily, you have everything.”

“Yea, I just went grocery shopping yesterday. Thank you.” I voice my appreciation as he hands me my plate.

Eggs, biscuits, turkey bacon and strawberries.

Damn this shit looks good.

Asking Alexa to play my morning playlist, we dig in and share our favorite music genres, facts about our jobs and weekend habits. Once we were done eating, Tory placed both our plates in the sink and washed them.

“Oh, I can get that later.”

“Nah, it’s cool, I can knock them out before I leave.”

Damn, he cooks and can clean. Daddy is earning his points today.

Escorting Tory to his driverside door, we embrace with a nice long hug. He spoke low into my ear, “I had a great time, I won’t be a stranger.”

As I pulled back from the hug, “you better not be.”

He peeled out of my driveway and I close the garage door as soon as he’s no longer in sight. Now in my room, undressing to take a shower, I notice a note on my nightstand. It was a drawing of a sunflower in pencil with the words below it that read “As you slept, your hair was sprawled out on your pillow and you were at ease. You reminded me of a sunflower. Have a good day beautiful.”

I propped the note up next to a bouquet of tulips on my nightstand and got in the shower.

Unlike Saturday nights, Sunday nights were reserved for preparing for my work week. I deep condition my hair, finish laundry, and meal prep for a few days.

A buzz from my phone on the counter, “Whaddup Lori, how are you?”

“Hey Tory, I’m alright, just getting ready for the week, how about you?”

“I’m chillin, getting ready to head to the gym in a few.”

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth wondering if he mentioned it because he wants me to come up there.

“Oh, nice. I could definitely use a workout after all that good food we’ve had the past couple days”

“Same here. I’ll be there around 10:00pm. It would be a pleasure to see if you if you decide to come workout.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there.”

I had on my pajamas for the night but I can put that shit back on later. Rummaging through my drawers, I found some jogging pants and a sports bra. I opted to go without the T-shirt this time. Leaving the conditioner in my hair, I added the rest of my food to glass containers, and grabbed my jacket to head out.

Tonight, the parking lot was much more crowded. I arrived at 9:50 and sat in my car for a second.

Answering my sister’s call, “Hey sis, what’s up?”

“Hey Lo, what you doin mama?”

“About to get this workout in.”

“Oh nice, you finally speak to that guy you’ve been eyeing this whole time?”

“Yes, he actually approached me.” I decided to leave out the part about him staying the night for now. My sister can be overprotective and I don’t want to hear that shit right now.

“Ok well, I want to hear all about it later. Go ahead and workout girl. Talk soon.”

Raising the speed setting on the treadmill to 4.2, I jogged catching up on YouTube videos. Feeling his presence near me, I remove my headphone just as he greeted me, “Hey gorgeous.”

“Hey, are you gonna run with me?”

“Nah, I’ll let you work out in peace. I’m gonna hit the weights then play some basketball for a while. Come see me before you leave if you’re done before me.”

“Okay, I will.”

Damn, he remembers me speaking about how my workouts are ideal times for me to clear my head and brainstorm my ideas for my future business.

I would love to have a work out session with him one day, but I really do enjoy this quiet time for brainstorming.

After about an hour and a half, I see Tory walk toward the water fountain, “Hey boo, I’m about to head out.”

“Aight, let me grab my bag and I’ll walk you to your car.”

Waiting in the vestibule, he did not make me wait for long. Placing his hand on the small of my back, we exited the gym as he guided me to my driver side door.

“How was your workout?”

“It was needed. I feel good and I have some new ideas that I need to document before I sleep tonight. How about you?”

“I think I burned off those tacos.” We share a laugh. “It was nice to see you today. I’ll hit you up sometime this week.”

Tory leaned in for a hug and he placed a kiss on the skin just to the right of my lips. He smelled so fucking good even after an hour and a half workout. It has been a few full moons since I embraced someone I am attracted to.

Thinking about him my entire ride home, I barely remember how I got home.

Rinsing out the conditioner, I stand beneath the shower head recalling how Tory felt laying beside me the night before. My hands trail from my curls down my neck, landing on my breasts lathering the soap. Switching back and forth between pinching each nipple, I yearn for Tory to be behind me now. Even though I am not against fucking “early”, I don’t want shit to get complicated by fucking too soon. Finger tips now applying pressure to my clit, it begins to swell. I cannot stand any longer, I sit down, feeling pressure from multiple causes, hearing myself moan louder than Usher coming from my bluetooth speaker. This will have to do until Tory is present to replace my hands with his.

Wednesday morning came and I realize I have not heard from Tory since Sunday. I am not worried, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little salty about it. Just as quickly as I had the thought, my phone chirped.

“Whassup ma, how’s your week going?”

Damn, speak of the devil.

I can’t help but smile, “It’s going well so far. I’ve been listening to music all morning at my desk, which has made it bearable so far. How about you?”

“Things are good today, I was in the airport most of yesterday. My flight was delayed.”

“Damn. Where are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“You can ask me anything ma. I’m in San Antonio until tomorrow night for work. It’s hot as hell here.”

“Ahahhaha, I know. My cousin lives there and you basically need to be naked during the summers to get any relief.”

“Lol, I’ll have to be with you on that next trip.”

“Lol silly. That would be nice tho…”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I would love to see you when I get back to L.A. if you’re not busy.”

“I would like that too. I’m off Friday so just hit me up.”

“I will. I have to get back to my meeting, but I will speak with you soon babygirl.”

Thursday night arrived and I found myself laying in bed watching an episode of ‘Girlfriends’ from my box set that was gifted to me from a friend at a past birthday dinner. This is my shit. Tucking into the covers, I check my phone, 11 pm and a recent text.

“Whaddup Lori, I’m back in town. Let me know if you’re available for breakfast tomorrow. I know it’s late, if you don’t see this until the morning, let me know.”

“I’m awake, just watching Girlfriends. Breakfast sounds nice. What time?”

“Okay, okay, Girlfriends. I used to watch that all the time. Mya was my favorite character, lol. I can pick you up around 10 am.”

“Lmao, Mya? Really? She’s funny, but Joan is my favorite. I still call her Joan when I watch Blackish. 10 is good bae.”

“Hahah, Joan is cool too.”

“How was your flight?

“Smooth. Quiet for the most part. I’m glad to be home tho. My bed is way better than that hotel shit.”

“I’m sure. What area do you stay in?”

“I’m about 20 minutes from you near downtown.”

“Nice, I need to pick up some items downtown, do you mind if we run a couple errands after breakfast?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

Little do you know, what I want to do isn’t what I need to do.

Drifting off, I must have left him on read because my phone started vibrating.

“Hello,” in my most unsexy voice.

“You fell asleep on me girl?”

“I did baby, I’m tired.”

“Get some rest ma. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmhmmm. Goodnight baby.”

I can’t recall his reply, I was gone…

9:30 am and I am seated at my kitchen island opening mail in a strapless yellow maxi dress paired with gold sandals and a gold crossbody Gucci bag. One last mirror check, I danced to my morning playlist in full excitement to spend the day with my “man.” My skin is glistening from my favorite body oil full of shimmery shit making me look like a bronzed goddess. Spraying Fabulous by Tom Ford on my neck, wrists, back of my knees, and ankles, I snatch my phone off the charger.

My doorbell rings and my heart pounds through my chest. Breathing and walking, I shake the anxious feeling just in time to turn the knob. Tory has the most beautiful spirit for him to look so dominant. The man is fine as fuck and every time I am around him, I have to squeeze my legs together hoping that my thighs will impede the slow trickle of nectar that I know will soon spill from my juice center.

Smiling wide, “Whaddup girl,” Tory leans down hugging me, kissing me on that soft part near my lips that I’ve grown to adore.

“Are your ready?”

“Yea, let’s go.”

A gentleman always, he opens my door. His car smells so good, I know that smell anywhere, it is ironically ‘Gentleman’ by Givenchy. I lean back and inhale.

“You good?” Watching me with my eyes still closed. “Yea, I’m good. Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

We arrived at a new to me breakfast spot that Tory says he frequents a few times a month. A mimosa and veggie omelet for me, bacon and french toast with a Lemonade and Vodka for the handsome king across from me.

We visit each store on my list downtown ending our trip at the grocery store on the way back to my place. I tell Tory I will cook him dinner to repay him for cooking my breakfast last week. I would not accept no for an answer. He carried all my bags in including the groceries, my shopping bags and my mail. This gentleman shit is exactly how I’ll end up choking on his dick tonight.

“Damn that was good. Where you learn to cook like that Lori?!”

“Aww thank you. I grew up with my mom and grandmother in the same house. They had be start cooking at the age of 8 and I’ve been cooking ever since.”

“I’ll have to thank them one day. I haven’t eaten like that in a very long time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed.”

He leaned in for a kiss. I froze, but kissed back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now.”

Tory kissed me again, this time, it lasted a long time. Hands guiding me from beside him to now straddling him, his hands were under my dress planted, gripping my thighs while my arms stayed glued to his face.

I stop the kiss, sitting back down next to him.

“Tory, I am really feeling you and I would like for this to go further. I just don’t want anything to change if we were to have sex this early in our… whatever this is.”

“I understand that. And I’m feeling you too. I think about you all the time. I’m not speaking to any other women and our time together is always something I look forward to. Seeing where this goes is a priority for me. If you want to just chill tonight, we can. Ain’t no rush baby.”

Cruising through my streaming channels, we decided on Equalizer 2. My new favorite spot on the couch is currently in the corner between the chaise lounge and the love seat, laying on him with his arm around my waist. And this time, I wasn’t sleepy. I was horny. Thinking of a way to curb my urges, I considered going to my room to play with myself and act like I was in the bathroom for a while. Then, I thought that maybe we could just do everything but intercourse. I even considered holding out until he left to satisfy the pressure building in my sacral.

Glancing down, I saw his dick twitch in his jeans.

Licking most of the lip gloss from my lips, I told myself that no matter what happened next, I wouldn’t regret my decision. I needed him.

Standing slowly, I faced him. He looked up at me with concern before seeing the lust in my eyes. I told him to unzip me. A sexy smirk lined his lips as he slid my long zipper down the middle of my back just above my ass. I let the dress fall. Completely naked, he gasped. I side stepped over the fabric and grabbed his hand to lead him to my bedroom.

“Close my door baby.” I instructed as I rest on my back to spread for him.

He walks closer unbuckling his pants, “You sure?”

“Yes. I held out as long as I could,” a laughing sigh between us. We both knew that was all of one hour and 20 minutes.

Equally as naked as me, Tory met me beneath the covers and slowly kissed me. I reached for his almond brown thickness but he whispered, “Don’t rush it, let me take care of you,” while holding my hand.

Melting into the sheets well before I felt him inside of me, Tory rubbed my inner thighs as he made his way to my dripping center. I was so close to climaxing, if his pinky brushed against my clit, I was going to squirt. He licked my inner creases praising, “Mmhhmm, you smell so sweet.”

All I could muster were constant moans as he went to work devouring all the juice I built up over the past few days. As if I could fall further, I released the loudest moan as Tory sucked my clit like he owned me.

“Tory! I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can baby. Give it to me.”

“It’s yours baby.”

“That’s right girl, don’t hold back from me girl.”

My body began to shake, giving in to him. Tory didn’t let up either. He kept slurping taking everything I was wiling to offer. Another orgasm in route, Daddy slid his middle and ring fingers in to massage my g-spot.

With divine precision, Tory brought me to my second release of the evening.

“I can’t take it daddy, please… please, please, ahhhhh”

“Mmm, Daddy? I like that baby.”

That was clearly the first time I called him that out loud. It slipped out, but I he earned the title and much more.

“Daddy, please give me that dick.”

“You ready for me already?” That beautiful smile pressed into my neck before he peppered kisses to my glowy skin.

“Yes, baby, please.”

Tory dragged his thick head up and down my folds as I braced myself for impact.

He slid in and I came again.

“Oh shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You’re filling me up baby.”

“Yeah, too much baby?”

“No! Fuck! I can take it. Let me turn over.”

Tory gave me exactly 5 seconds to lay on my stomach before he pulled me into the deepest arch, getting back inside with vengeance. I wrapped my hair around my own hand, pulled and cried into the pillow as I took each inch of his solid pipe.

Daddy pushed my hand away to grab a fist full while letting out the sexiest moan to ever grace my ears.

“Fuck I’m about to nut.”

“Nut for me baby. Give me that shit.”

“Ugh shit ma. You’re drownin’ me. I’m-“

I felt that vein in his dick pulsate and immediately maneuvered to suck his dick clean. Tory fell back onto the bed in a daze.

“Fuck baby, stop, come on. It’s sensitive.”

I didn’t pay him no mind. I earned this treat and when I had my fill, I joined his side.

Our breathing began to slow. It was Friday night and with no work in the morning, sleep took over.

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