Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 6 - Nic

Nic didn't feel like working out, but Olandria was at gym station, so now he had to.

She glanced up at him with signature poker face as age continued her Romanian deadlifts. "May I join you, your majesty?" he asked, beginning to stretch.

Olandria raised a curious eyebrow. "I'm almost done though."

"Oh, that's perfect!" He said gleefully, grabbing some weights.

She tsked, finally sitting up. "Nope. If you wanna work out with me, you gotta do the full workout. No bullshittin."

He couldn't help the pout that formed. "But I hate leg day," Nic grumbled.

"Then take them weak ass legs somewhere else," Olandria responded with a giggle. "You can't handle my routine anyway."

Nic's eyebrows jump. He couldn't handle her routine? He probably couldn't, but that sounded like a challenge, and he loved a challenge. "Yes, I can."

She tilted her head, shooting him a silly face that made his stomach flutter a little. She was pretty even when she was trying to troll him. "Baby, no the fuck you can't."

"Baby, yes the fuck I can."

The corner of her lips twitched slightly. "Alright let's do it."

And then she gave him this evil ass smile that made him regret his decision.

But he couldn't pussy out now.

So Olandria pushed him through goblet squats, and calf raises, and other workouts that made his ass want to crash and die. She kept laughing at the dumb faces he made though, so it was probably a little worth it.

"Don't break yourself doing these workouts, Nic," she cackled as he trembled during his split squat.

"Must...gain...Olandria...ass," he pushed out through huffs.

Olandria grinned big and wide. "I hate to break it to you, but you can't gain this ass. It's homegrown."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is it really? I-I couldn't tell, can I properly examine-"

"You gotta do an extra set now."

"Fuck!" he bellowed in agony, setting the weights down. He plopped onto the bench and felt his legs stutter from the over-exertion, and covered his face with his hands. "Fuck, I'm about to be so sore, oh my God," Nic whined.

"You're the one who told me you could do it," Olandria replied with little to no sympathy. She even smacked his thigh, causing him to hiss.

"I mean, I kinda held my own."

"Mhmm."

"I did, don't lie," he said, peeking between his fingers. She was standing above him, sweat gleaming on her skin, hands on her full hips. "I held my own."

Olandria just stared at him with that beautiful smile, and he was really such an awful person. So fucking awful, honestly.

"Good job," she said finally, and lifted her hand up for a high five.