black fat gnc reader x sevika, ambessa, shoola (regular timeline)
sevika
now that she’s a government worker (derogatory) her days start early.
you on the other hand, only owning a small shop, are your own boss, setting a later time in the day for your work.
when sevika’s taking a shower, sometimes you make your way into the kitchen and fix up a hearty breakfast for the both of you and lunch for her.
this is definitely not your preferred wake up time, yawn after yawn making your jaw ache, eyes still puffy from sleep.
you grumble to yourself, pouring a cup of coffee for sevika, adding her preferred provisions.
sensing her before you feel her arms wrap around you, peppered kisses then grace the side of your neck while appreciative comments come your way. the scent of her soap, lotion, and sprayed fragrance, fill the air, those warm and spiced notes bringing you further from fatigue.
“pouting when you could’ve stayed in bed,” she murmurs, nuzzling into you. she groans as her hands roam over your thick, pudgy figure. “honestly, you getting up with me helps. or i’d be right there with you.”
another yawn plus an exaggerated grunt floats from your throat. “eat your food so you can go and come back.”
sevika’s smile is felt on your nape, that slight attitude following your awakening a factor she so dearly adores. “i can help you finish up.”
you sink into her hold, gently asking her to back up so you can get the rest of the plates ready. pointing out she’s going to be late when she offers to clean everything after, you laugh at her easy dismissal of the fact, watching her take the plates to the table.
ambessa
she gets done with training and you’re still knocked out on the large bed, your bare body tucked under the blankets, dark brown skin peeking from the mahogany sheets.
a smile is on her face—you’re exactly where she would expect you to be. bless the night before and bless her aftercare.
the sun is just above the horizon at this time, her training with her troops having started at dawn.
unwrapping the fabric around her forearms and hands, her steps are heavy and slow when approaching you, her judgment of your deep sleep taking place.
she calls out to you.
instinctively, you curl into the space next to you that’s supposed to hold your partner’s thick, toned body. the absence brings a frustrated huff from you, hands circling the empty space half-asleep.
ambessa says your name again with a lilt, now by the bedside and looking down at your squirming body, the movement causing the covers to shift and expose more of your curvy, bare figure. she kneels down to get a better look at you. “breakfast will be ready soon.”
the moment her hand is placed on your hip, you fidget in your sleep, dreams tucked away to welcome reality. you place your hand on hers and bring your sight to focus on her, sleep coating you thickly.
“you are like a log when you sleep,” ambessa muses, her thumb kneading your love handle. “i don’t know whether to adore it or be worried.”
you cover your mouth as you yawn, your reply starting in the middle of the action and making your voice throaty, “i’m not a heavy sleeper. i woke up as soon as you started twitching. usually means your coming out of it.”
ambessa grips the underside of your thigh, silent adoration for the notice of her unconscious habit sent through the tightened hold.
shoola
her eyes don’t even open before her lips find your skin, left arm clutching you tighter in the bed. she smiles at your low moan, slotting your hips right into hers.
responding immediately, you push back into her, the natural alarm that is your girlfriend bringing you from another wonderful slumber in her arms.
“almost time for work,” she mumbles into your ear before placing a kiss behind it. pressing suggestively into your backside, shoola melts into the plushness, chuckling after garnering a groan; not at her voice, but at the reminder there is indeed another day with her away.
embedded into a career of artistry, your work doesn’t bring you from your home often, a welcome encasement in the space letting you stay while sustaining a career.
shoola gives a kiss to your cheek. “exactly.” another peck comes. “i’ll bring back those little pastries you like.”
“or you can stay,” you offer, voice smooth and heavy with sleep. “use a personal day. or don’t. ditch.”
breathing in your scent, shoola smiles against your left shoulder blade. easily moved by your words, she perks up a bit. “right…if it’s an emergency, they know how to get to me. after all, time with you is far more valuable.” her heart thumps as she embraces you from the back. “very.”
you think for a minute. “pastries do sound good though. especially the ones you brought last time.”
“plain or berry?”
you answer while you stretch the sleep out of your joints, “mmm…both were so good.” a smile grows on your lips when shoola’s nose skims your shoulder. “i want those and i want something salty—something with spice.”
shoola thinks for a moment, mind gathering the closest places for what you’re craving. “desmin’s cafe. we could be there in less than an hour.”
despite the bed not being left for another thirty minutes, you two make it to the cafe, nestled into a booth and indulging on a savory breakfast.
