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He tossed his bag to the side and let out a dramatic sigh before walking straight up to you as you sat on the leg press, resting his elbow on the foot plate. You stared at him, confused — he didn’t even give you time to speak before he said:

“Hey, maybe you leave now. Men want to work here.”

You blinked in disbelief, trying not to drop your jaw. You had met plenty of disrespectful, stupid college boys who thought misogyny was funny, but this was… weird. Confusing. So you replied the way you always did — without thinking:

“Well hi there. I’m sorry, all I see here is a boy with a receding hairline and way too much confidence. So if you excuse me, I’d like to continue my workout now.”

His face dropped completely, like no woman had ever spoken back to him like that. That was the day you and Usman silently decided you were going to have a hell of a time whenever your paths crossed.

And you did. You had arguments, ridiculous debates, constant banter — fighting like cats and dogs for months. Until one day, Usman went too far and called you a “prostitute,” a stupid term he’d picked up from his manager, who called almost anyone that.

He regretted it immediately.

To apologize, he took you out for coffee. He paid for everything, handed you flowers with a small note that said, “I didn’t know what it meant. I’m sorry.”

After that, it became a ritual — coffee, then lunch, then dinner. And eventually, it turned into today.

Tonight, Usman came over so the two of you could cook dinner together at your apartment. It wasn’t his first time here, but before, it had only ever been quick stops — grabbing water, using the bathroom, nothing more. Tonight felt different. More intimate.

Your apartment was your safe space, filled with everything you’d ever loved and lost — the scent of clean linen, candles you always forgot to blow out, framed photos of your parents, childhood pictures, stupid drunken selfies with friends. Warm lamp-light softened the room, making the place feel smaller and cozier than usual.

After dinner, while you were cleaning the kitchen, you noticed Usman wandering the living room, looking at your pictures and souvenirs. He picked up the mini Statue of Liberty from your shelf.

“You like New York?” he asked, turning the little figure in his hand.

“Yeah, I like it,” you said as you dried the last pan. “Really busy city though. I can’t stay there for more than a week.”

“I know. Me too. I prefer California — more warm.” He smiled and set the souvenir down.

“Yeah, I agree. Also… don’t have the best memories there.” You focused on the sink, the warm water fogging the edges of your vision.

“Why? You have accident?” he asked, his Russian accent softening the question.

You chuckled. “Not really. One of my exes is from there. A real dickhead. But boys will be boys. Can’t trust any of them — he sure taught me that lesson.”

He paused, shifting slightly. You caught a faint whiff of his cologne — clean, warm, almost woodsy — every time he passed behind you.

“I’m sorry for that,” he said. “Maybe you should get a real man, you know? Real men don’t treat women like this.”

You laughed at the irony of that coming from him.

“Usman, men are all the same. Give them the slightest thing that turns them on, and their brain just… short-circuits.” You rolled your eyes and finally turned toward him.

“No. I don’t think this. Not all men are weak like that. You could be dancing for me naked, and I could control myself.”

You shook your head. “Please, Usman. If I were dancing naked right here, you’d fold in a heartbeat. And you know that.”

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

“Try me then. Since you know all men so well… show me how you will make me weak. Because I know you can’t.”

Your throat tightened. Usually, Usman backed out the moment tension or anything sexual appeared.

“I mean, if you insist… but I won’t be taking my clothes off — even though I know that’s what you dream of at night.” You winked.

Then you went to your bedroom to change into something a little more risky since the hoodie and jeans weren’t gonna cut it, so you put on a cute, short black slip dress with a matching silk robe and no bra, just a little thong that matched the set. While walking back out into the warm light of the living room, you heard the slow music that you put on beforehand- “Usman, do you even know how to really dance with a woman?” You say stepping closer to him “…cause I don’t want to overwhelm you” you were close enough to smell his cologne- “We don’t do this normally… where I’m from”, he said with a little stutter looking down at the floor. You move even closer to him lifting up his face with your finger on his chin- “eyes up here, Usman it’s rude not to look a woman in the eyes” he looked up from the floor to finally meet your eyes, you took this as a go to finally start swaying your hips to the soft music playing you started slow while keeping eye contact at all times until you turned around so your back was facing him. You started slowly grinding your hips into his, and you’ve been to enough clubs to know exactly what you’re doing and he noticed quickly that you weren’t new to this at all, actually you were dangerously good at this. Your grinding became more intense as you started to really let your ass grind into him he quickly grabbed your waist trying to stop your movement, “ok maybe this is enough now” he said nervously but you continued to work your body just right against his. “Are you getting weak perhaps? Maybe because you’re also just a man?” You said slow and seductive while also slowing down your movements but there was really no need to ask this since his body had started to betray him anyway, you felt his growing bulge through his jeans which just proved your point perfectly. You faced him again looking in his eyes waiting for his weak excuse “I- um I didn’t know you mean dancing like this… we dance differently in Dagestan you know?” He said nervously like a teenager being touched for the first time “I know you do, but that’s how we do it and I told you once you get them horny they go all stupid and senseless and YOU just proved my point sir” you said pointing softly as his chest “ok so how badly would I prove your point if I asked you to continue?” He said looking deeply in your eyes and taking a step closer to you, so close you felt his warm breath on you and you had to admit that now he was making you nervous instead of the other way around. “But what do I get from that?” You asked as he kept stepping closer making you almost trip into the sofa, there was no way you would let him just flip the dynamic like this so you swiftly moved away now pushing him into the sofa. As he sat there man spreading, you sat down on his lap so that you could really feel his hard on now you started to grind on him with your hands around his neck “you drive me crazy Malyshka you know this?” He said as he finally grabbed your hips to grind you into him deeper and slower than before. He was rock hard at this point starting to leak precum through his boxers but you weren’t any better as you were getting wetter by the second and your very tiny thong wasn’t helping either, his boxers were socked at this point and you both knew this friction was driving the both of you insane.

You needed to feel him right now and he was getting just as desperate moving his hands up your thighs to slowly take off your thong, he began circling his fingers around your clit finally earning some soft moans from you “I thought I was just some boy? With receding hairline! And now you are this wet for me? Maybe you are the weak one here?” This pissed you off simply because it was obviously true he had you looking a whole mess on his lap, moaning uncontrollably, grabbing his hair like your life depends on it and grinding your hips into him so desperately you didn’t even recognize yourself. You felt yourself getting closer to your high moaning his name in his ear which drove him completely insane as you came undone on top of him trying to catch your breath and dignity, he was not letting you go anytime soon, taking off his boxers and slowly inserting himself inside you. You threw your head back and let out a loud gasp at the sudden sensation of fullness happening inside you, he bit his lip groaning low as he slowly stared to move your hips up and down his length. When you finally got your energy back you began moving in rhythm with him, those noises of each others skin meeting drove you both nuts he felt so good inside you and you hated that you had to admit that to yourself because the smirk he had on his face while looking at you being completely at his mercy pissed you of badly. “fuck Malyshka you feel so good around me” he said breathing hard and gripping your behind even harder than before, he threw his head back moaning and slurring absolute nonsense into the air you could feel his dick twitching inside you while his hips started rocking up into you at an unbearable pace. He came inside you while pulling you close to him by grabbing your back and lazily kissing your neck, “fuck Usman” you cursed trying to catch your breath he pulled your face closer to him by your chin and kissed you so softly as if he wasn’t just pounding into you with all of his power. “You got me y/n, I’m weak but you have to admit… you not very strong either” he said out of breath but laughing slightly, you chuckled at him and kissed him once more but this time longer and more intimate “I knew you had a soft side, ever since the day you yelled at me at the gym I’ve wanted to see you soft and weak just one time and I finally did” his eyes looked so soft and endearing all of a sudden “and I wanted nothing more than for you to never see me like this but I guess some things are just meant to happen” you smiled at him before slowly getting off him to clean yourself up in the shower.

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