Vegeta Sweater Novels & Stories

“Since when do you own workout clothes, Uncle Tom?” Aurora leaned against the kitchen doorway the next morning, arms crossed under her breasts, watching her uncle move around the living room. Tom pushed the coffee table aside and laid out a yoga mat. He wore tight black sweats that stretched across his broad chest and showed off arms that looked stronger than she remembered, paired with black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. Tom paused mid-push-up, sweat already glistening on his forehead. His jaw tightened as he looked up at her, breath coming steady but heavy.

“It’s fine, I guess.” To my surprise, he immediately added it to our cart. I shook my head and continued wandering through the aisles. My gaze landed on a little knit set then—a little sweater, pants, and a hat. It was a deep maroon color, with little lilies of the valley embroidered up the sleeves of the sweater and a ring of the same flowers around the brim of the hat. I couldn’t help but smile. Pausing, I ran my fingers over the soft fabric, allowing myself to momentarily imagine my child—boy or girl, it didn’t matter—wearing the little set.

I open reluctantly. "I feel like this is forced feeding," I say a bit jokingly. "Maybe it is. But you like it don't you?" he asks. "I do," I say simply. "Reza! Open your gifts!" says Ves as she holds one up. I smile and walk over to her. The gifts are all sweet and thought out nicely. They reflect the thoughts of the givers. I receive some clothes from Dane. All red, but undoubtedly comfortable. A nice red greatcoat with a hood notable among the fiery assortment.

Finally, her eyes lit up when she spotted an item in a prominent corner. It was a sapphire blue velvet suit. The color was vibrant and elegant, but the genius touch was in the pocket square: it had a small embroidered Superman logo. Helena's heart raced. Superman! She had several T-shirts and sweatshirts with Superman prints at home. If she bought it, she could go out with Mateo wearing “matching outfits.” The words “mother and son outfits” popped into her mind without warning.

I sighed in relief but that didn’t last long as he returned with a sweater and another duvet. He put it next to me and I looked up at him in disbelief. Was he the same wan who injured my finger yesterday or the same man who shoved his finger inside of me forcefully? “Carla, wear the sweater,” he spoke trying to sound calm but he was nowhere calm. His eyes were myriad of emotions. I didn’t argue as leaned down and took the sweater. I didn’t want to wear something he bought because it would give him the satisfaction of my submission but it was freezing. I wore it and pulled the duvet back to cover my body.

Julian reached into a crate and pulled out a lightweight, titanium-weave Kevlar vest. He stepped directly into her space. Maya’s breath hitched as he slid the vest over her shoulders. His massive hands were completely steady as he secured the heavy velcro straps across her ribs and waist, his knuckles brushing deliberately against her sides. "It's heavy," Maya whispered, her honey-brown eyes locked onto his chest.

I wanted to hear their voices. Maya brought in a couple of outfits for me. It was late October; the weather was cool enough to make you quiver in just a plain t-shirt. There were sweaters in different shades, a few tank tops, there were shorts too as well as pairs of jeans in black and blues. “Please feel free to tell me if they aren’t your type. I won’t mind a bit” Maya smiled. “No they’re fine, thank you” I replied checking the sweaters out.

Next, she found a pair of fitted, high-quality thermal leggings and a matching turtleneck sweater in a deep, rich blue that complemented her complexion. As she unfolded each item, Dwyne marveled at the attention to detail. The coat was lined with a soft, insulated fabric and had an elegant belt cinching the waist, enhancing its tailored look. The leggings and sweater were made from a blend of merino wool and cashmere, promising both comfort and insulation. Each piece was not just practical but stylish, reflecting the meticulous care Bradley had put into ensuring her comfort. Her shocked expression turned to one of genuine appreciation as she realized the extent of Bradley’s planning. “This i

Vanessa again away to grab what kova said and pass it to charlie who was in changing room. "I'm coming out" Charlie yelled a bit and came out. "Damn, it looks good," Vanessa said while nodding her head. "Umm, still something" Kova walked around charlie. "Na, it doesn't suit you charlie". "Maybe we should g****e cool simple outfit for a date" Vanessa chucked while removing her phone and googling it, "Hey what about this" Vanessa showed the boys a pic from g****e, the pic shows a model wearing, a dark reddish-brown-colored sweater whose front was in black jeans with the same color shoe.

“I said why are you here? Did something happen?” He leans down speaking directly into my ear, “You are here to have fun, I am here to do the same” Goosebumps sprouts all over my arms as his breath fans over my neck, the material of his sweater is so soft, definitely cashmere, it hugged his muscular biceps and torso, leading down to his trim waist, I kept coming back to the jeans, I’ve never seen him in casual wear before, he looks fucking delicious. Yes, I said it.