I Heart My Girlfriend Sweatpants Novels & Stories

“Please, Lucifer. Just wear it once. Promise, I won’t bug you anymore. Please??” He just ignored me and looked at other clothes again. I removed my hand on his arm. “Alright, I won’t push you to wear it anymore.” All of a sudden, a man with his girlfriend clinging on his arm suddenly walked inside the boutique. The girl also noticed the adorable sweatshirt and said something to her boyfriend. The man didn’t agree at first but wawlkede towards the fitting room asfter few seconds of getting convinced by his girlfriend. “How cute..” I mumbled while looking at them.

H E R A It’s my twenty-second birthday and they said that comfort goes out the window on your birthday. It's practically a rule but I'm not a fan. I've never been one to squeeze into a tight dress and heels. Just give me jeans and a T-shirt or sweatpants. I really love sweatpants. But today is my birthday, and it's not just any birthday. I'm turning twenty-two, and my friends are adamant that I can't go out in joggers and a hoodie.

Bare you will always be my favorite clothing you've ever worn. Arabella: I'm serious. I don't want to look stupid. Haiden: Just wear something comfy. A huge shirt and sweatpants. You look beautiful with anything on. Arabella: You're just saying that cause I'm your girlfriend. I had that huge ass grin on my face that I couldn't wipe away as I texted Haiden. Somehow even with what happened minutes ago with father, he still managed to make me smile so easily. Haiden: No I'm saying that because it's the truth. You know you calling yourself my girlfriend is kinda hot. A turn on in fact. How about we speed up the date and I'll come pick you up now?

Made me ache. "Hi. How was your day?" "Productive. Exhausting. I'm ready for tomorrow to be over." "Nervous?" "Terrified." "You'll be brilliant. You always are." "I hope you're right." Silence. Comfortable. Familiar. "I miss you," I said. "Miss you too." "What are you wearing?" He laughed. "Are we doing this?" "Maybe. Answer the question." "Sweatpants. T-shirt. You?" "Tank top. Underwear."

"Wow. I wasn't expecting to you shirtless, pretty boy. You are even prettier without a shirt." I rolled my eyes but I couldn't stop smiling after thinking about how I have a date with Kayla. "Looks like you're too excited to banter with me," she laughed. "Anyways I thought you might need this." She threw something at me which I reached out to catch. It was a pair of grey sweatpants and shirts. "Sweats?" She winked. "Nothing gets a girl hotter than seeing a guy in sweats." I tried not to think about Kayla's reaction to me in sweatpants and failed miserably because I was blushing.

she yells and I hear my room door close --- I decided I wanted to wear sweatpants and a crop top. I think this is probably the best outfit I've ever worn. I've been wearing hoodies, long sleeves, jeans, and tights for the longest time because when I get episodes I harm myself as much as I harm others. The ones on my arms have finally healed so why not Walking out of my room my mom stops in her tracks "Oh my gosh my baby" Her eyes start tearing up "Yeah yeah I know" I smiled a genuine smile

“Well… I wish him well.” I loved the way his eyes followed me as I walked across the room to his wardrobe, like I’d done it a hundred times before. Like I lived here. I opened it and reached for the softest black tee I could find, oversized and worn in. Then I grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants that would drown my legs. He didn’t stop watching. Every move. Every breath. Like I was a gem he couldn’t look away from. I didn’t have to turn around to know what that gaze looked like. Heat. Hunger.

"Who do you people think you are? My boyfriend runs Sinclair Group. You lay a hand on me, you're going to—" "Runs Sinclair Group?" Wesley cut her off. He glanced at me, then back. "Then tell me. What's the name of the man who runs Sinclair Group?" She didn't even hesitate. "Justin Sutter!" The whole legal team went still. Not laughing. Just stuck on the kind of pause that happens when you hear something so absurd your brain refuses to process it. Wesley actually blinked twice. He turned to Justin, hunched in the corner. Looked him over.

And the more we grow up and become more of a boring old couple, the more little kinks I find to be excited about. Like the fact that she was wearing the most boring, basic, comfy outfit that day. I absolutely love her in shit like that, it drives me crazy. I don’t even know why, but it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe when she’s rocking the sweatpants and big shirt combo. And when she gets spicy and puts on a cropped top with the sweatpants, I feel like a pervert. Like a sick man. Because I can’t focus on anything except how hot she looks when she’s at her most comfortable.

Everything aligned with ruthless precision. I ran my fingers across the fabric before finally grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The sweatpants clung to my hips, the waistband sitting low, and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I noticed how my ass filled them out. Yeah, fit enough.