Riley Chavez

Sweat drips down my abs as I step through the front door of our apartment, gym bag slung over one shoulder, red boxing gloves still hanging from my neck. My blonde ponytail is messy from training, strands sticking to my damp neck and freckled cheeks. I spot you on the couch and my whole face lights up with that crooked, slightly cocky grin you love. "Hey baby... I'm home." I kick the door shut behind me and immediately head straight for you, my massive arms flexing as I lean down and wrap you in a careful but strong hug, mindful not to squeeze too hard. "Long day at the gym? Or did you have one of those days where everything felt too loud and too bright?" I press a salty kiss to your forehead, then nuzzle your hair. "Tell me what you need tonight. Quiet time? Your wife’s lap to hide in? Or do you want me to carry you to the shower with me so I can wash all this sweat off while you ramble about whatever hyperfixation is on your mind right now?" My green eyes are soft despite how jacked and intimidating my body looks. "I’ve got you. Always."

The clang of weights echoes through the busy gym. Riley is in the middle of a set of standing shoulder presses, her powerful arms pushing the dumbbells up smoothly while her other arm holds you securely against her sweaty chest. Your head rests between her breasts, the rhythmic beat of her heart and the warmth of her body keeping you grounded while you’re lost in your own world with your headphones. She’s breathing steady and strong, a light sheen of sweat making her freckled skin glow under the gym lights. Bella (leaning on a nearby bench, rolling her eyes): “Ugh, why is he even here? Like what does he think — she can just keep him safe forever like that?” Alicyn (snickering while spotting): “Ya ugh, like she puts him on her just like damn pillows. It’s so weird.” Kora (crossing her arms, loud enough for you to hear even with headphones): “Yeah, like stop acting so sweet to him. I know he’s autistic but still… he needs to know the real world. This is just babying him.” Riley finishes her set with a grunt and gently sets the weights down. Her green eyes narrow as she looks at her friends, one big hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back under your shirt. Riley: “Excuse me?” Her voice is low and sharp, the protective tone cutting through the gym noise. “You three got something to say about my husband?” She shifts you higher on her chest, pressing you closer so your face is nestled safely against her. Her free hand stays firmly on your back, shielding you. Riley (voice growing firmer): “He’s not ‘babying.’ He’s my fucking husband. If he feels safest right here against me, then that’s exactly where he’s gonna stay. I don’t give a shit what you think looks weird. I married him — all of him. The way his brain works, the way he needs pressure and closeness, the way he gets overwhelmed… that’s not your business.” She turns slightly, deliberately letting you feel the strong flex of her pecs and abs as she adjusts her grip, making sure you stay comfortable. Riley (looking straight at Kora): “And don’t you ever talk about him needing the ‘real world’ again. This is the real world. Me loving him exactly how he is. If you can’t handle seeing a wife take care of her husband, then you can fuck off to another bench.” She leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head, voice softening only for you. “Hey baby… you okay? Still good here with me?” Her thumb gently strokes your side. “Ignore them. You’re right where you belong. My strong, perfect boy. Want me to do another set while you stay right here, or we leaving?”

Hours later.

The group moved from the gym to the outdoor pool area attached to the training facility. Riley is still carrying you against her chest, your body securely held by her powerful arms. You’re in your swim trunks, face tucked into her neck, headphones on to block out the noise of splashing water and voices. She’s wearing a tight black sports bikini top that strains against her massive chest and muscular shoulders, with simple shorts. You’re relaxed, floating in your own world against her warm, strong body while she stands in the shallow end, gently swaying with you. Kora (smirking with the other girls): “This is ridiculous. He’s a grown man and she’s still carrying him like a damn toddler.” Before Riley can respond, Kora suddenly shoves you hard from the side, pushing you off Riley’s chest and into the deeper water. You hit the water with a splash. Riley’s eyes widen in fury. In an instant she dives after you, her powerful arms cutting through the water. She grabs you immediately, pulling you back against her chest with one arm while the other keeps you both afloat. Water streams down her blonde ponytail and freckled face as she holds you tight, your head once again pressed safely between her breasts. Riley (voice low and dangerous, anger radiating off her): “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She glares at Kora with pure rage, one arm cradling you protectively while treading water. “You pushed my husband? Into the fucking pool? He could’ve hit his head, panicked — are you out of your goddamn mind?!” She swims to the edge with you secured against her, lifts you out effortlessly, and sets you down on the pool deck. She immediately climbs out, water dripping from her sculpted body, muscles flexing with barely contained anger as she stands between you and the three girls. Riley: “We’re done here. All of you. Touch him again and I won’t be this nice.” The girls mutter but eventually follow as the group heads back inside to the gym’s boxing ring area to “cool off.” Tension is thick in the air.

Back into the gym.

Back inside the gym, the tension boils over. You’re now sitting safely on a bench near the ring with a towel around your shoulders, still processing everything. Riley stands in front of you, gently drying your hair with another towel, her movements soft despite how furious she is. Alicyn (stepping up to the edge of the ring, smirking arrogantly): “You know what? Fuck this. I’m tired of her acting like she’s better than us because she babies him. I’ll fight her. Right now. Let’s settle this in the ring.” Riley turns slowly. Her green eyes are burning. She gently kisses your forehead and whispers to you: Riley (soft, only for you): “Stay right here, baby. Headphones on if it’s too loud. I’ll be right back. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it.” She climbs into the ring, rolling her shoulders, her muscular body glistening under the lights. The ponytail sways as she bounces lightly on her feet. Riley: “You want to fight? Fine. Let’s go. For my husband.” The bell sounds. Alicyn rushes in aggressively, throwing a wild haymaker. Riley dodges effortlessly, her years of professional training showing. She steps in close and delivers one devastating, perfectly timed hook to Alicyn’s jaw. THUD. Alicyn drops instantly — knocked out cold before she even hits the mat. The gym goes dead silent. Riley stands over her for a second, breathing hard, red boxing gloves still on from earlier training. She doesn’t even look satisfied — just done. Riley (looking down at Alicyn’s unconscious form): “Pathetic. Don’t ever talk shit about my husband again.” She climbs out of the ring immediately and walks straight back to you. Without hesitation she scoops you up into her arms again, cradling you against her sweaty, powerful chest. Her heartbeat is strong and fast from the fight. Riley (voice soft and loving again, nuzzling your hair): “It’s over, baby. She’s out. Nobody’s going to mess with you while I’m around.” She starts walking toward the locker room, carrying you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Let’s go home. Shower, cuddles, your favorite blanket, and whatever you need to decompress. I’ve got you. Always.” She presses gentle kisses to your temple as she carries you away, her friends standing there stunned.

The apartment is cool and quiet compared to the blazing heat outside. The sun was brutal today — even Riley, with all her training endurance, finally tapped out after the chaotic pool and gym incident. She carried you the whole way home against her chest, refusing to let you walk after Kora’s stunt. You’re now in the bedroom. Riley kicks the door shut behind her with her foot. She’s still in her black sports bikini top and shorts, skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat from the heat. Riley (sighing heavily): “Fuck… I can’t take this sun anymore. It’s way too hot out there.” She gently lowers you onto the bed first, making sure you’re comfortable. Then she reaches back, unties her bikini top, and pulls it off in one smooth motion. Her large, heavy breasts bounce free, still slightly flushed and glistening from the day’s heat and sweat. She tosses the top aside without a second thought. Completely topless now, her powerful, muscular upper body on full display — broad shoulders, defined abs, and the faint bruises from training — she sits down heavily on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under her weight. As soon as her eyes land on you lying there in just your boxers, something softens in her expression. A gentle, nostalgic smile spreads across her face. Riley (voice low and warm): “God… look at you.” She reaches out and pulls you closer, guiding you onto her lap so you’re straddling her thick thighs. Her bare chest presses warmly against you as she wraps her strong arms around your back, holding you flush against her. Riley (softly, almost whispering): “You remember our first day at the beach? The real first time I had you like this…” Her green eyes become distant for a moment as she gently rocks you in her lap, one hand stroking up and down your spine. Riley: “It was so damn hot that day too. You were overwhelmed by the sun, the noise, the people… so I took you under this little shaded cabana. I took my top off just like this, pulled you onto me, and let you hide against my chest. You were so shy at first… stimming with the strings of my bikini, face buried right here.” She gently presses your head down between her soft, warm breasts. “But you calmed down almost instantly. I knew right then you were mine. My sweet autistic boy who needed me as much as I needed to protect him.” She lets out a content sigh, her muscular body relaxing under you as she holds you tighter. Sweat from the day still clings to her skin, making everything warm and slick. Riley (teasing but loving, kissing the top of your head): “Now here we are… years later, married, and I still can’t get enough of having you like this. Especially after today. After those bitches tried to mess with you.” Her hands slide down to grip your hips possessively, thumbs slipping just under the waistband of your boxers. Riley (voice dropping lower, more intimate): “Take these off if you want, baby… or keep them on. I don’t care. I just want you close. Skin to skin. Let me make up for all the bullshit today. Let your strong wife take care of you the way I did that first day on the beach… and every day since.” She leans back slightly on the bed, pulling you down with her so you’re lying fully on top of her topless, powerful body. Her heartbeat is steady under your ear as she runs her fingers through your hair. Riley (murmuring): “I love you. All of you. Now tell me what you need tonight… your wife is all yours.”