#om7

early in the morning, omar had woken up - 6am, reflexively at this point for the training that he had always done on his own time was, according to his observations - made him feel best when he got up early, for a run... to lift... as the energy and good vibes he caught from it lasted him the whole day.

just waking up, of course the first thing his eyes landed on while adjusting to the new light of day... was you. omar smiled. it was a shame you were still asleep and couldn't see it, because the sight of you tucked underneath his arm, far from your waking state, was too cute for him not to shoot that brilliant smile to.

omar let his gaze linger about the soft features of your face, letting himself also look where his hand traced on your body.

though you did not know it, it was still only right that he both greet and say a little bye to you, his love, even if he was just going to spend the next few hours working out.

omar shifted his body slightly and his strong, tan arms wrapped around your waist... squeezing your body very snugly to his.

"keep enjoying your sleep, habibti..." he whispered.

with that, he pulled your sleeping self closer to him, giving your forehead an affectionate kiss that lasted. he untangled his own self from you with a great gentleness to ensure he would not accidentally disturb your sleep, which was successful.

finally stood up on his feet, omar stepped as quietly as he could towards you guys' shared walk-in wardrobe... scanning his variety of options. a black pair of nike shorts would do for a workout at home. he dressed in them, and made way back out of the wardrobe...

he could not resist just looking at your sleeping form for a little bit longer, thinking to himself "ya allah, my girl... she is gorgeous."

and he looked at you for as long as he could whilst walking out of you guys' room, until you were left alone to enjoy the rest of your sleep.

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two hours later at last you were awake, and you figured omar was in you guys' basement having a workout. you felt well rested and proud of yourself, having woke up relatively early on a day that you had free, with not much to do other than indulge in the sweet pleasures that your life was abundant of.

proud of omar, as well of course... since you knew very well he was taking care of his chiselled body.

you had a quick shower with your favourite yves rocher fragrances... performed your skincare routine meticulously, giving yourself a nod of approval for no pesky spots had come up on your face overnight... brushed your teeth... tended to your hair... and for final touch, curled your lashes and applied a liberal coat of mascara to them, alongside applying a bit of a gloss to your lips.

and for dress... you decided on doing something obnoxiously cute, something that you knew would get omar's heart melting.

your eyes darted to the balenciaga zip up that omar had on yesterday - it was draped over one of the bedposts by its hood, emanating remnants of his cologne. it was no question - you had to put it on!

you softly giggled at the sight of yourself in omar's hoodie - for it was already a tad oversized on him... it was massive on you.

you were feeling yourself - omar, too! wearing his designer hoodie felt like a warm hug from him.

you let the sleeves swallow the entirety of your arms, the fleecy fabric covering your hands. all while his hoodie smelled like, well... him. which is very delicious needless to say. sandalwood, sage... natural musk - quite the aphrodisiac.

you sauntered on over to your bookshelf, determined for the true start to your morning to be a nice read. you flipped through a girly magazine you snatched from a stand the other day - the contents just intriguing without any explanation needed.

the beauty and hair tips... the fashion catalogue... you were so immersed already, even just giving it a quick skim before you actually made your way to settle with it in hand on the sofa, cosied up.

you were not even hearing the hurried footsteps coming your way because the images were speaking to you that well!

"habibti~" omar called out as he came into you guys' room, his luscious egyptian accent gracing your hearing. before you could even turn around to see his face, he wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you that lovely sort of hug from behind... already burying his face in your hair... bringing his head down to rain kisses to your jaw and cheek.

"omarrr, hi babe," you said to him, just as ecstatic to see him for the first time today.

"what is this?" he says, you turning to face him as his big hands, veiny from the strain of working out, had caressed your sides up and down. "you look like me, you are wearing my sweater... cute~"

"yes? you like it on me, omar?" you bounced off of his question.

"yes, i love when you wear my clothes."

"feels like a hug."

omar laughed at how cute he found you, bringing his hand to your lower back to guide you as you two walked together to your living room, having a seat on the sofa. one of his elbows propped up so he could rest his head in his hand, while the other hand rest on your thigh. you faced each other. "wear it whenever you like. i think you look better in it than i do, sweetheart."

"omarrr, you know you-"

"ya habibti, you always steal the show with how beautiful you are. but i love seeing you in my clothes. you in my style, you look so... mine."

you sighed contently and held a sweet eye contact with omar for a good bit. seeing you clad in his designer pieces was truly a sight he did not ever want to stop seeing... hence why he does his best in order to keep you.

"thank you, omar. so very kind to me always."

"because it would be a sin to be unkind to you, ya jamila." omar assured you, reaching for one of your hands that was covered by the hoodie's sleeve. pushing the sleeve up just enough to reveal the back of your hand, omar brought it up to his lips and chastely kissed it, making your cheeks go a bit pink. "hey, i have something for you by the way."

"enoughhh..." you rolled your eyes at him playfully... always with his gift giving antics. his love language, though - through this, omar showed you he loves nothing more than to be your provider and yours only... whether he paid all the bills, or was just adding to the rotation of designer pieces in your rotation that already seemed infinite since the first he bought you when you two began dating three years ago.

"valentine's, y/n. the plan was to give you all of your presents on that day, the 14th."

"what the heck are you talking about omar?"

"there were still things that hadn't come in the mail yet that i was supposed to give you for valentines, habibti!" he chuckled. "they are here now, though."

you were about to ask him if he was crazy for getting you so many things (expensive things at that!) to the point where gifts labelled "from omar" were coming your way a literal week after the annual celebration. he stood up from the sofa and stepped towards what seemed to be rectangular entities covered by a blanket.

you asked him what you've been meaning to anyways.

"are you crazy omar! so that's why you were telling me not to move that blanket ever since last night?" you said, not a clue what the blanket concealed.

"yes, crazy about you. okay, come, you can take a look at it now."

with a smirk that could let anybody know without explanation that omar loved to spoil the absolute hell out of you, you knelt down, and tugged the blanket off of the mysterious gifts with both hands. the surprise that was beneath it all finally hit you.

"you love it or what, habibti?"

you feasted your eyes upon the stacked boxes... labelled manolo blahnik... christian dior... adidas original...

"omar, you are joking."

"what, sweetheart? you said you liked manolo heels... those new colourways of sambas that adidas put out... that dior handbag you said your friend had that you liked, but in a different colour-"

"i said like, not want, omar!"

"please habibti. this is my treat to you."

the way omar looked at you through his thick lashes with brown eyes that shimmered, you could not help but immediately soften. you returned such a look, and stood back up with his help, his hands inviting yours to be held. omar hugged you closely... his arms enclosing your waist as you snaked an arm around his shoulders, your other hand caressing the nape of his neck... feeling where his low taper fade begun.

"that's it..." he sighed.

you relaxed into omar's touch before whispering "thank you" to him. he simply responded with a contented hum, accepting your gratitude... at the same time feeling so grateful that he made it. made it so he could treat you, the girl of his absolute dreams, like a queen, with his footballer salary.

you and omar brought your faces closer to one another's at once, and indulged in a soft outpour of kisses on the lips... beginning with him placing a near two second long one to yours... you giving him a longer kiss back... him giving you yet another... until your eyes met his that radiated a warm love filled look.

"see, my treat... just let me love you. okay?" he said with a smile.

"love you so much, omar."

"ana bahebik." he murmured closely in your ear, and lord if him speaking words of devotion in arabic didn't do you in. "will you model the things for me later, habibti?"

and nothing obstructed how ideal showing yourself donned in your gifts sounded to you. nothing ever could. you let the fact settle... and accepted it - the fact that spending money on you gets omar off like nothing else in the world.

"absolutely love...

...just go shower first! you just worked out. and maybe put on the kettle while you are on your way. i want to make myself a tea."

omar chuckled and shook his head in a playful manner, taking that as an order, kissing your forehead once more before heading off to shower... looking at you over his broad shoulder... his back muscles a sexy and clear demonstration of the work he was putting in just fifteen minutes ago.