#Btob minhyuk

[venusrising91]

Gym-body

Pairing: Huta x Male reader

Genre: Smut 18+ mdni

Summary: You've always wanted a gym body. Your new trainer can help you achieve it—if you could only pry your eyes off his toned biceps for long enough to follow instructions. (Thank you to brattyboy for the request!)

Word count: 1,755 (2 pgs)

You weren’t sure if you could trust your own two eyes. It was pretty early and you hadn’t had any coffee yet. Only a bitter pre-workout drink. The interior of the gym was pretty dark. It was barely 6AM—the only available time-slot for the gym’s most highly reviewed and sought after personal trainer. He stood near the weights, looking suspiciously similar to the only boy you’ve ever had a crush on—Huta Lee. 

Except he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man. Tall and muscular. So carved that he could’ve been a Greek god. 

What the fuck was he doing here? 

You should’ve paid closer attention to the photos on his employee profile. In them, his face had been obscured by a mask but now, as you looked at his page on your phone again, huddled in the corner near the mirrors, you saw that the eyes staring out at you from within the screen were familiar. You could never forget those eyes: dreamy and dark.

“You my 6am client?” asked Huta, walking toward you with two dumb-bells. 

You had resolved to leave but…fuck. Too late to chicken out now.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am,” you replied, voice trembling.

“What are you doing hiding in the corner? Come out. I won’t bite.”

You pocketed your phone and shuffled over to him. Did he recognize you? You hoped not. He never took much notice of you in high-school. But you always noticed him. He’d gotten so much bigger since those teenage days—you could hardly believe this was the same scrawny Huta that you were so enamored with back then.

He eyed you as you stood before him, then asked, “So what area are you looking to strengthen?” As he said this, he assessed your body, dragging his gaze over your chest, your arms, then lower, lingering on your…fuck. 

                fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

You were getting hard just off the sight of him, the outline of your arousal creating a tent in your shorts.

“Is that because of me?” asked Huta. You froze. He saw it? 

Your heart quickened, beating fast as you scrambled for a reply. 

Huta chuckled. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you. Certain pre-workout drinks make me hard, too. Some dudes get wood for a while because of the increased blood flow. Should wear off once we start warming up.”

You were so flustered that you didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Every word and sentence went right out of your head. All you could focus on was the throbbing between your legs—of Huta’s lips and eyes as they gazed out at you. Of his chiseled body and the faint traces of his cologne as it wafted through the air around you.

“I...I think I should go,” you said.

Huta chuckled again. “Oh come on, it’s just an erection, bro. It’ll wear off. Let's go, pick up the weights. We’ll do a few sets, take the edge off.”

You did as he said, albeit with a degree of reluctance.

 He guided you through a warm-up and a full body work-out. By the time it was over, you were still aching and erect. It had been so long since anyone touched you. And Huta had his hands on you, spotting you through most of the session. You practically raced out of the gym after finishing the last set.

For the rest of the day, he was all you could think about. At work, at dinner, in the shower.

Later that night in bed, you set your alarm and thought about the session as you lay there. Behind your closed eyes, Huta came into focus, the fantasy of being with him weaving itself to life in the blank space of your mind. You couldn’t resist touching yourself, and came hard to the thought of him—of his naked body, then drifted.

In the morning, he was there waiting for you in the gym. The workout was just as painstaking as yesterday’s. Twice he caught sight of the bulge between your legs, widening his eyes as he regarded it.

“Starting to think you’ve got a crush on me,” Huta said with a devious grin after spotting you for a round of sit-ups. 

You adjusted your shorts and rose, feeling too shy to respond. You didn’t trust the words that might spill from your lips. Around him, you felt so insecure and unsure of yourself, and just like the sight of your hardened cock, Huta noticed this, too. “Wait, don’t tell me you actually—”

“What if I do?” you blurted it out with no thought for consequences. 

The look in his eyes. What were you thinking saying something like that? You wanted to kick yourself. Quickly, you collected your gym bag and rushed through the doors. 

Huta shouted after you. 

Outside of your pulse roaring like a lion in your ears, you could hear nothing, and you refused to stop for clarification. Whatever he’d said, he could say it to your back.

At home, you tried to forget. It was all so stupid of you. Huta was just as unavailable to you now as he had been in high school. You considered quitting the gym, and you would have, but you’d already paid in advance for three more sessions. If you kept your mouth shut and your eyes down, maybe you could get through them without another foolish incident.

The next morning (following a restless night) you entered the gym and found Huta waiting. He was frowning. Your gazes met for a split second. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but his expression didn’t look welcoming in the least.

He was short with you—ordering you around and giving you hard looks for the entirety of the session. During your last set, he glared at you, arms crossed.

“The other day. What was that about?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, y/n.”

Your name. He’d said your name. Your real name (you’d given him a fake one once you realized who he was) He knew you?

“You know who I—”

“Of course I do. Clocked you as soon as you walked through the doors for our first session. You haven’t changed a bit. Still as shy and awkward as ever. Thought you might’ve outgrown it. Guess I was wrong.”

You didn’t know what to say.  Seconds ticked by in silence. Then: “Why do you keep teasing me about my—”

“About your hard-on? Why do you think?”

“I-I-I…don’t—I…”

“Are you seriously that clueless?”

You couldn’t think straight, and gathered your belongings, then headed for the locker room. You needed to get away from him.

But he followed you inside.

The next few moments were a blur. Before you realized it, Huta had you pinned against one of the lockers, breathing down on you. He stood so close that the tips of your noses touched.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. You were my biggest crush,” he said against your mouth.

All this time, he wanted you, too? 

Something unfurled in you, so many years of pent up passion and wanting bursting forth all at once to claim you. You reached into Huta’s sweatpants and took him in your hand. He groaned at the contact, throwing his head back.

“That’s it, just like that,” he whispered as you stroked him. After a few pulls he drew back. “Not here,” he said, panting. With this, he grabbed you by the wrist and led you out of the locker room.

He’d taken you to the showers. It was early, and there were barely any gym-goers present. Every stall was empty. Huta pulled back the curtain of one and ushered you inside. He had his mouth on you in an instant. Sucking and biting at your willing flesh.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Huta said, trailing kisses across your chest. All you could do was moan as his lips and tongue traced lustful patterns against you. 

“I want you inside me,” you panted, breathless.

He took a break from kissing you and grinned, turning on the shower in the process. Each of you stripped off your clothing. Then slowly,  he reached behind you, and within moments, his fingers found your hole. He pushed at your entrance, gently. The water streamed over both of your naked bodies, providing a small amount of lubrication. Just not enough. 

You winced as his finger sank deeper into your tight ring of muscles.

“Loosen up, baby—relax, I won’t hurt you,” Huta said as he pressed a kiss into the hollow of your throat.

You grabbed hold of his erection as he finger fucked you, giving him tight fisted pumps. He moaned after each one, and in response, pushed his finger further into your depths. Your hole absorbed him, up to the knuckle. The pleasure made your eyes roll back.

He had you leaking all over the shower floor from the rhythm of his steady penetration.

“That’s it. Look how well you’re taking it. Good boy,” he said as he grabbed a handful of your ass, and spread your cheeks wider. He swirled his digit deeper inside of you. You almost came, and would have, but he stopped abruptly, easing his finger out of you. The sensation made you whimper and tremble. “Lean against the wall. I want to lick you.”

He didn’t wait for you to move, and shoved you against the tiles of the stall. Before you knew it, his tongue was inside of you, licking that delicate, forbidden place. He ate you like a main dish. Halfway through, he brought his hand around to tug on your hard cock. His efforts resulted in two back to back orgasms, each leaving you weaker than the last. By the third, you watched the thick ropes shooting down the drain in amazement. Stunned that your body had produced so much semen for him.

Huta would have given you a fourth orgasm, but you stopped him. 

“Had enough?” he asked, licking his lips.

You nodded. “Just about.”

“My turn, then. Get on your knees.”

You didn’t have to be told. You were longing to taste him. He made the most beautiful, ruined, helpless sounds as you swallowed his length, taking it to the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck, y/n, just like that. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Not even when you’d drained him of his load. He’d lost it quickly. You had been eager to please him. He praised you afterward, calling you a good boy, and showering you with compliments.

The two of you had made a mess in the shower stall. You bathed together, each working a lather on the other.

Back in the locker room, you dressed and exchanged what could only be described as coy pillow talk.

If every work-out was going to end like this, then you’d have the perfect gym body in no time. 

[poweringthroughthis]

save a horse (ride a cowboy) | lee minhyuk

nsfw, mdni

pair: huta x male reader

desc: (name) gives his boyfriend a wake-up call that will leave him desiring it every morning that follows.

warnings: praise kink, orgasm denial, anal s*x

Minhyuk wakes up to the feeling of someone's eyes on him. He keeps his own eyes shut, wanting to find out who's staring at him so shamelessly, and when he does, he finds the culprit is his boyfriend of almost a year, sitting with his legs folded by the side of Minhyuk's bed, looking right at his face. Minhyuk blinks a few times, still half-asleep. "Babe, what are you doing?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

His boyfriend doesn't answer. He doesn't even react, really, except for a faint, secret smile curving his lips. He looks at Minhyuk, but also somehow through him, as though he's seeing something that Minhyuk isn't privy to. It's a little eerie, to be honest, but at the same time it sends a pleasant, tingling warmth into Minhyuk's belly, as it always does whenever he catches his boyfriend staring at him like this, with a kind of want and fascination, like Minhyuk is something to be adored, worshipped, savoured. Like Minhyuk is a work of art, and his boyfriend is a collector. That's how his boyfriend is, and that's what's so wonderful about him, Minhyuk thinks. He's young, yes, almost ten years Minhyuk's junior. He's kind and adorable, and all those other things. But there's a depth to him, an intensity and maturity that Minhyuk's never seen before in a man so young.

"Babe," he says, smiling now, stretching a little. "Come here, stop staring at me like that." (name) crawls over to him on the bed, and straddles his hips, knees resting on the mattress, one hand braced beside Minhyuk's shoulder, the other holding the blanket that's draped over him. He doesn't say anything. Just stares at Minhyuk with that look in his eyes, and god, it's hot, the way his gaze rakes over Minhyuk's face, his eyes, his nose, his lips. (name) doesn't hesitate to let his gaze wander downwards, admiring Minhyuk's bare chest, the broad, well-defined muscles that he loves to bury his face in when they cuddle, the firm, hard skin.

Minhyuk feels his dick twitch in interest, and he knows his boyfriend can feel it too, from the way his hips are pressed against Minhyuk's. But Minhyuk wants more than just that. He wants to hear his boyfriend's voice, and have him tell him exactly what he's thinking, what's got him so hot and bothered so early in the morning. "Hey, what's gotten into you?" he murmurs, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his boyfriend's head. "Come on, say something." "I want you to fuck me," his boyfriend says, blunt and straightforward. And that goes straight to Minhyuk's cock. He can feel himself getting hard, the front of his boxers already tenting, and his boyfriend must have felt it, because he presses down a little, grinding himself onto Minhyuk's erection.

"Oh god," Minhyuk gasps, arching up. "Hyung," his boyfriend moans, rocking his hips, pressing down again. "Fuck me. Please. I've been thinking about it all night." "Shit," Minhyuk curses. It's a Saturday morning. He has nothing scheduled for the day, no need to get out of bed until later. But his boyfriend, he doesn't have classes until the afternoon. "Don't you have class today?" "I do," his boyfriend answers. He leans forward, lips hovering close to Minhyuk's. "But that's not going to stop me from taking you." "Holy fuck," Minhyuk whispers. "Where's all this coming from? Why are you being so aggressive all of a sudden?" His boyfriend shrugs. "I dunno. I just want you, I guess." Minhyuk groans, as his boyfriend's hips grind down on him again, slow, hard. "I want you too, babe. Always."

"I want to ride you, hyung," his boyfriend whispers, right against his mouth. "Want to ride your cock. Please." Minhyuk gasps again, hands gripping his boyfriend's hips, fingers digging into the skin. "Can I?" his boyfriend asks, looking right at him, a smile on his face. And oh, fuck. Minhyuk can't resist his boyfriend when he smiles like that, they both know it. "Yeah," Minhyuk agrees, a little too eager and breathless. "You can." (name) grins, and climbs off him, Minhyuk immediately missing his boyfriend's warmth. "Wait," he exclaims. "Don't you need to… y'know… prepare?" (name) shrugs. "Already did it while you were asleep," he says casually. And Minhyuk nearly chokes. "W-while I was sleeping? Holy shit." (name) laughs. Minhyuk then reaches up and grabs the back of his boyfriend's head to pull him down into a kiss.

(name) makes a surprised sound, muffled against Minhyuk's lips, but Minhyuk doesn't stop, just kisses him deeper, harder. He opens his mouth, licking along the seam of his boyfriend's lips, coaxing them apart, and then his tongue slides in, meeting (name)'s, tangling, sliding together. He breaks away from the kiss, and sits up. (name) temporarily settles beside him, and Minhyuk starts tugging down his shorts, and lays down, legs spread. (name) throws one knee over Minhyuk's spread thighs and moves, slowly, carefully, so that he's sitting right on Minhyuk's lap.

"Go on. Hop on your ride" Minhyuk teases. His boyfriend's mouth falls open. "That was such a dad joke." "Hey, don't diss the d," Minhyuk says. "That's going to be inside you in a minute." "Hyung," (name) whines, burying his face in his hands with shame. Minhyuk chuckles, and his boyfriend's cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment, but he lifts his head up, and looks at Minhyuk again, his eyes dark with lust. "Okay," Minhyuk murmurs, and his hands go to his boyfriend's hips, fingers wrapping around the jut of his hip bones. "Ride me." And oh, his boyfriend does. He rises up on his knees, and reaches a hand back, gripping the base of Minhyuk's cock. Minhyuk's fingers tighten their hold on his boyfriend's hips, and (name) positions himself over the head, ever so slowly sinking down.

"Ohhhh," his boyfriend groans. "Hyung, you're so big," his boyfriend whimpers. "It's always so hard to take you, it's so deep." "You love it," Minhyuk growls. "Yes, i do," (name) moans, as he lifts himself up again, and drops back down, taking all of Minhyuk's length inside him. "Fuck," Minhyuk swears. "Baby, do that again. Please." And he does. "Shit, baby, you're amazing. Look at you, riding me so well, like you were born to take my cock."

"Hyung," his boyfriend pants, head tilted back, mouth open. "Yes, god." Minhyuk grins. "Look at you, baby. You love it, don't you? You love being on top. Love showing hyung how well you can take him." "Yes, hyung," his boyfriend keens, riding him faster, bouncing on his cock. "Fuck, that's it," Minhyuk encourages him, squeezing his hips, bucking his hips up, thrusting into his boyfriend. "Hyung," (name) screams. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder, please. " "Yeah," Minhyuk growls, lifting his boyfriend's hips up and slamming him back down, impaling him on his cock, as (name) wails. "You like that?" Minhyuk says, doing it again. Minhyuk grunts, and slams the boy down on his cock, again and again, until he's sobbing, his voice breaking on every word.

"Please," he cries. "What do you want, baby?" Minhyuk taunts, as he continues fucking his boyfriend's ass, his movements becoming slower, more measured, deeper. "Hyung, please," (name) sobs. "touch me. I'm so close. ." Minhyuk grins. "Not yet, baby," he whispers. "You can't come until I say you can." "Hyung," (name) protests.

"You said you wanted to ride me," Minhyuk reminds him. "Ride me like you mean it. Don't stop, baby. Don't you dare fucking stop." (name)'s eyes flutter closed, his hands gripping Minhyuk's chest for stability. He rides him, bouncing on his cock, taking him in over and over, until his thighs are trembling with effort. "Good boy," Minhyuk breathes. "My baby boy's doing so well."

(name) whines, his eyes wet, his bottom lip trembling. "you can come," Minhyuk tells him. (name) blinks, and the tears finally spill, rolling down his cheeks. He sobs as his body spasms, as his hips buck, as his cock twitches, shooting ropes of cum onto his and Minhyuk's bellies. "That's it," Minhyuk purrs, fucking up into his boyfriend, feeling him clench and quiver around him. He whimpers, his body shaking with the aftershocks.

"Hyung, finish inside me," (name) pleads. "Come inside me, please." "Yeah," Minhyuk nods, and grabs (name) by the throat, thrusting into him, fast. After a a couple of times, he's coming, with his fingers digging into his boyfriend's hips, pulling him down, down, as he spills his load inside him, grunting loudly. Minhyuk lies down on the bed, pulling (name) with him so that the younger now rests over his boyfriend’s naked form. Minhyuk's hands slide down (name)’s back,down his ass, and when he reaches the swell of his buttocks, his fingers slide in, spreading his asscheeks apart, feeling his cum start to leak out of his hole.

"Hyung, don't," (name) says, pushing his hands away. "That's so gross." Minhyuk smiles, and leans up to kiss him. "I'll clean you up," he offers, and (name)'s face goes red, embarrassed. "Okay," he lets Minhyuk pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, and Minhyuk feels a rush of affection for his adorable boyfriend. Holding him close, he kisses his neck and whispers, "I love you." "Love you too," (name) whispers back.

Minhyuk gently places him on the counter, and wets a towel, using it to wipe the cum off of his body. When he's done, he sets the cloth aside and wipes himself too. "Thank you for that, baby," he murmurs as he pecks (name)'s lips. Minhyuk helps him off the counter, and then picks him up again, carrying him back to the bed. The older male lays him down, and then gets inside the sheets, next to him.

(name) hums happily, burrowing into Minhyuk's warmth. "How was that for a wake-up call?" he asks, a smile in his voice. "Wonderful," Minhyuk chuckles, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as the two go right back to sleep.

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[poweringthroughthis]

Minhyuk from btob and that big dick energy of his my legs could never

Your chest heaved heavily as you panted from the high of your 4th orgasm tonight. Your body was covered in sweat and your legs felt like jelly. "M-minhyuk, too much".

He chuckled lightly as his muscles gleamed in shiny sweat and mouth open to catch his breath. "Don't be silly baby boy, you aren't shooting blanks yet".

He manhandles you into a new position, full nelson to be precise.

"If you're tired, lean on me. I'll do everything" he coos, as his strong palms lift your knees high and your back is on top of his sweaty chest, the two of you laying down on the bed.

"You can give me a few more, yeah? Come on baby, do it for hyung. please".

Let's just say you won't feel like getting out of bed tomorrow.

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