You woke up to the soft creak of the bedroom door, and the heavy footsteps of Hasan leaving the room. Still groggy, you drifted back to sleep for a little while longer.

When you finally got up, you went through your usual morning routine. You went to the kitchen, the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the coffee maker as you brewed yourself a cup.

Then, as you stood by the counter, mug in hand, a deep, rhythmic grunting sound caught your attention. You furrowed your brows, curiosity piqued. The sound was coming from the gym room.

Walking over, you peeked inside, and there he was mid-workout, wearing a white graphic tee that clung to his broad chest and shoulders, paired with lava shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the sheer size of his thighs and ass. A thin layer of sweat made his skin glisten under the gym lights, his biceps bulging with every motion.

As soon as he spotted you in the doorway, he grinned, his expression lighting up. He dropped the weights he was holding and ran a hand through his messy hair before walking over.

“Morning, babe,” he rumbled, his voice still slightly breathless from his workout. Without warning, he wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground in a warm, crushing bear hug. The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat, and for a moment, you just melted into his embrace.

He set you down gently, but you could see the gears turning in his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, stretching his arms before flashing you a teasing smile. “I just got an idea. Sit on me while I plank.”

Before you could even respond, Hasan was already getting into a plank position on the gym mat, his elbows planted firmly, his body perfectly aligned. He looked up at you with a playful smirk. Of course, your buff, sweet, and slightly ridiculous boyfriend would turn a workout into something playful.

“Well? Come on, babe. You trust me, right?”