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nnight-dances · 3 months ago

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BABYDOLL

PAIRING: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, suggestive (nothing explicit)

TROPES: gym trainer!cheol, office worker!reader, you have INFJ syndrome until you start thirsting for cheol, mutual pining and perversion, wonwoo and lisa besties to lover side plot

LISTEN TO: babydoll by dominic fike

NOTE: unfortunately yes this is based on a brainrot ive been harboring for a real man but since cheol > all other men so here is my way of coping with it! i hope u like it and lmk what u think <3

You liked to think of yourself as a sane person. If anything, you had always had a reputation of having a good head on your shoulders, as the eldest daughter and the ideal student in class. You lived a life of discipline even out of college, waking up early to clean your apartment before you headed out to work and coming back late to a fridge full of meal-prepped tupperwares.

You're sane. So why is it that you can't bring yourself to behave like it around him?

For some context, you had decided your daily 15-minute walk to your apartment from the subway wasn't cutting it anymore. More than anything, you feel like you needed something more intense for the sake of your stiff body. You'd come home feeling creaky as floorboards and without a concrete plan to keep you in shape, you would end up doing some lousy stretching before hitting the sack.

But today that was going to change. You had enrolled as a member in the nearby gym, a solid place from the looks of it. It was your first time in a gym this fancy, equipped with the best of any machine you could imagine but also an ambient changing room where you looked forward to showering in.

You had come in fully prepared, clad in a workout set that was your favorite shade of green. When you'd pulled it out of your closet after all this time, you felt like the inanimate fabric might actually be thanking you for remembering its existence. You had an adequately sized water bottle that you had set to the side when you'd started your cardio for the day, waiting for the personal trainer the lady at the reception had told you would come meet you in 15.

At exactly the 15 minute mark on your treadmill, you'd felt a presence next to you and to your surprise, it was a man wearing the black shirt everyone working in the gym wore with a little crest on the chest. But this man was particularly… built. You didn't like to be indecent about another person when he had yet to introduce himself but the man before you was right out of your dreams– his shoulders wide, that his shirt did little to hide, and his buff arms that he politely crossed waiting for you to notice him.

You pop the earbud in your left ear out, rushing to turn the treadmill off as you turn to greet him. "Oh, I'm sorry– I didn't see you there– Wait, how did this thing stop–"

"Let me get that for you," the man – the dangerously attractive man – leaned over to press a red button that you should've spotted sooner than you did. The treadmill comes to a stop gradually and you try to think of the different ways you could vanish into thin air.

But then the trainer smiles at your panic-sriken experession revealing his dimples and you think you might faint before you'd had a chance to exercise. "Hi, I'm Seungcheol," he holds out his hand to you when you manage to step off the machine in one piece. "But you can call me Cheol." He points to the name-tag on his shirt– another detail you had missed when you were far too busy being a pervert over the general amazing-ness of his build. The name-tag says cheol in lowercase with a few hand-drawn cherries next to it.

"I'm Y/N," you say quietly, shaking his hand. "Sorry about that, by the way. I promise I'm not usually such a klutz. It's just my first time here so I'm kinda nervous."

Cheol simply blinks at you, "Nothing wrong with being a klutz. That's why I'm here. And as for being nervous…" He looks around at the rows of people on treadmills and various other cardio machines and shrugs. "You'll get a hang of it. Just follow me."

You don't have time to stand around gaping at Cheol's words so you do as he says, especially because you would rather die than have him think you're clumsy. But despite your effort to look put-together, you find your control slipping on the first machine he brings you to. It looks like it should be simple enough, a seat with handles for back-rows. Yet, when you sit on it, you can't seem to find the right position to start and when you do, it all feels wrong.

Then, Cheol comes up behind, a hand on your lower back pushing your spine up straight. His voice is gentle in your ear and you meet his eye in the mirror in front of you. "Hold still for me. Throw your shoulders back and focus on pulling with your back."

You do as he says and he gives you a nod of approval. "Remember to breathe," he says, his fingers now on your shoulders, pulling them back to keep them in the right posture. When you're done with the first set, you feel like you've forgotten how to breathe.

"You must be an office-worker," Cheol comments as he lets you take a minute to breathe.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," you frown.

"It's not the best thing for a person's spine. Makes for a stiff spine and whatnot."

You grimace when his words seem to describe you. "You're right. I can't sit with my spine straight for the life of me. Those back-rows almost sucked the life out of me."

"Then I hope you're ready for two more sets," Cheol chuckles, politely grabbing your precious water bottle out of your hands. "Two more sets," you repeat after him, praying that he actually meant no more sets and said the wrong thing. But he stares at you in the mirror, arms crossed, waiting for you to take your position.

By the time, you're done for the day, you think you might have seen God, with the way Cheol pushes you through the workout, throwing sets of shoulder presses and plank holds at you. He must hate you, you think, wiping the sweat off your neck with a hand towel as you watch him write something down on a notepad you only just noticed. You've been really out of it today, huh?

Still, Cheol's disdain for you aside, you couldn't help but marvel at him. His body was so lithe, lifting weights off the floor for you without a huff and demonstrating the exercises you had to do while narrating the movements like it was nothing. What's more, he had this amazing air of authority about him, not letting you give up on an exercise just because you felt like you couldn't do it. If the last set got physically impossible for you, he'd give you a hand but he didn't let you do anything half-earnestly. In short, he's really fucking cool.

You come to your senses when Cheol says, "All right, that's all for today. Thanks for the hard work." You nod, "Thanks, Cheol." You don't have it in you to say anything about the workout, mainly because you're embarrased at how weak you are so you simply smile an awkward smile and leave the room.

God knows you were the worst version of yourself in there, the complete opposite of the composed woman you were on the outside. It was mortifying, honestly, to be that helpless and in front of a man you were attracted – that might have been your greatest nightmare realized into reality.

Which is why you find yourself at the gym a day later, taking a deep breath before greeting the lady. "Hey, I'm here for my PT session," you start and then clearing your throat, you add, "With trainer Cheol?"

The lady looks surprised when she sees you for a split second but then she grins. "Of course, miss L/N. You're just on time." She types rapidly for another second before nodding at you, "Okay, you can start your 15 minutes of cardio and the trainer will meet you there."

You thank her before heading in, finding it a little strange that she looked surprised to see you but shrugging it off when you're welcomed by the lavender-scented changing room. You note to yourself to start buying more scented candles for your house as you place your bag and hoodie in a locker, taking just your bottle out.

You're a minute from finishing your cardio for the day when you hear your name being called. You turn to find Cheol staring at you with an indecipherable glint in his eyes. His arms are crossed, almost like a signature pose on a game character, muscles glistening under the bright gym lights. You stop the treadmill successfully this time as you wave at him, "Hey!"

"...You're back?"

You frown when you hear the question in his voice, "Yeah? Is that not what I'm supposed to do?"

"I mean…"

"I didn't come in yesterday because I woke up feeling like someone beat me up," you add with a pointed look, "But I think you'll forgive me if your customer retention is that low."

Cheol blinks with a smile gradually consuming his expression. "It's not that– I just didn't expect you to come back because you looked mad when you left last time. And well, office-workers are usually inconsistent so I definitely didn't think I'd see you twice in the same week…"

You cross your arms to match his pose, "I wasn't mad, I was a breath away from dropping dead."

"Right, that makes sense," Cheol agrees proudly and you shake your head, "And you must have a grudge against office-workers."

"I don't. All my friends are office-workers. I've just watched the job suck out all the life out of them so I'm not a fan."

"I think you may have defined the word grudge just now," you point out with a poorly disguised laugh.

Cheol pauses before looking you up and down with a cocked brow. "Someone's in a feisty mood today. I like that, it means you're ready for leg day."

You were not ready for leg day. You used to think that your legs would be strong enough since you'd done your share of squatting and running in your lifetime but faced with Cheol's insane workout set-up, you should've seen this coming. It starts off fine– a normal cycle of squats and lunges. But then he adds weights to the equation, increasing it after each set. Then, he takes you to the machines and makes sure you do each rep right. You have a hard time even walking over to the bench where he wants you to hip thrusts.

For a moment, Cheol's eyes betray softness. "You good? We can stop here if you want."

But for all your groaning and heaving, you weren't quite ready to give up yet, the adrenaline doing wonders to your head. "I can stop when I'm dead. Just tell me what to do next."

Cheol perks up at your challenge, "Okay, soldier, calm your horses. We'll do some hip thrusts now but let's start slow."

"You don't have to take it easy on me," you add, taking the barbell from his hands. He smiles, "Don't worry about that, I'm just getting started." You swallow the viscerality of the reaction that rises at his words and force yourself to get into the right position. Cheol must know what he's doing, towering over you with that nefarious smirk, monitoring your movements strictly while instructing you how exactly to maintain your form.

With your eyes fixed on him, you can't help but feel your mind wander, far beyond your control. You can't blame yourself– this angle is sinful. He looks so delectable with his arms crossed across his chest as usual and legs steadily placed close to yours on the ground in case he had to help you out. You wonder what he's like under the trackpants he sports, about his thighs and what they'd feel like under your palm. You wonder what he'd sound like–

You slip mid-rep with your grip on the barbell going loose and you yelp out as the weight bounces dangerously. Cheol's arm flash before you sight, swiftly grabbing the barbell before it hit your shin, throwing it aside with a loud clank. A few people working out near you give you concerned glances but all you can do is heave out a breathe at the sight of Cheol crouched so close to you.

He hauls you with one brawny arm behind your back, holding you close to his face so he could inspect you. "Are you okay?" he asks you gravely, eyes scanning your torso and then going down your legs.

You must be truly sick because even in this situation, you're thrilled. Absolutely thrilled. Because you're so close to Cheol you can feel his breath against your hot neck and you finally have an excuse to paw against his chest, and feel the sinewy warmth under his shirt.

"I'm fine," you muster, mouth unbelievably dry and Cheol takes the wideness of your gaze to be fear. He rests your body back against the bench and you mourn the loss of his touch silently. But then he presses the back of his hand against your cheek and then pats your head.

"You're fine," he repeats your words but with more conviction, a reassurance. "You scared the shit out of me." You breathe out a chuckle, "Sorry. You'd get into trouble if I got injured under your watch right?"

Cheol stares at you. "That's what you're worried about? Not that you almost lost a leg and a half just now?"

You look away with a flushed face. "No, I was never worried about that. I knew you'd catch it before anything happened."

"You should be more worried, then," he responds with a shake of his head, "I'm not perfect. I won't make it every single time."

"Sorry," you sigh, "I'll be more careful." You're quick to give in, especially because you could not stand the reason behind this mess.

You leave after that with Cheol firmly refusing to go on, with something about not taking more chances. You sense something akin to disappointment in his words and feel a pit in your stomach as you head home. You'd started to bond with him finally, with your determination to show up, but this felt like it put you back to square one. Cheol, as reliable as he was, seemed reluctant to open up to you and where he'd finally started to warm up to you, your slip-up today probably reminded you that you were a customer who he needed to train.

Your sleep is fitful that night because you can't stop thinking about your accident. Can't stop thinking what might have happened if you didn't mess up. And then you picture Cheol and his watchful gaze over you the whole time you're there. God, you feel crazy.

–

"What's crazy is that I got a whole box of them for 20 bucks on sale!" Lisa exclaims. You nod at her anecdote about scoring extremely cheap protein powder that slightly concerned you about the quality of the product your co-worker was consuming. Lisa had caught you that afternoon in the lunch room, awkwardly stretching out your legs. When she grilled you about it, you'd revealed your recent gym membership and the consequent soreness.

"I've heard drinking lemon coffee before workouts is really helpful," she adds with an excited grin. Lisa, as it turns out, was a huge gym rat. "And oh, don't ever go to the gym if you haven't slept at least a good 8 hours."

"What?"

"Yeah, lack of sleep combined with exertion is a nightmare for your body."

You tap your nail on the table nervously, worried that would mean you couldn't go to the gym today. Just then, Wonwoo enters the break room with a knowing chuckle. "What bullshit is Lisa feeding you this time, Y/N?"

"Hey!" Lisa protests, "I'm just sharing my years of advice with her since she just started the gym." Your glares at Lisa go unnoticed as she goes ahead and reveals your newest hobby to the man.

You groan, "You make it sound like such a big deal. It's not, I'm just finding ways to keep myself occupied."

"You must be getting old," Wonwoo says as he slides into a chair next to you. "But if I know anything about the gym, it's that it'll keep you young. Especially with the guys that you'll see there."

You stare at Wonwoo, "What the fuck is wrong with you guys? I can't have one normal conversation around here." The man simply elbows you with a chesire grin, "Oh, come on, Y/N. You're always so proper and put-together, it makes me think you're not even living your life."

You go silent, ears redenning at his words. "Wonwoo, that's a little rude," Lisa accuses him, "Y/N's the coolest member of our team, how could disrespect–"

"I'm not, I just mean that you've achieved most of your goals now," he shrugs, "But you probably have a side that you always keep in check. Maybe you should let go a little?"

–

For all your attempts at ignoring Wonwoo's unsolicited advice, you end up thinking about it the whole day. And the next, when you make your way back to the gym. You're a little reluctant to, given you were still embarrassed about your incident last time. But stupid Wonwoo and his way with words.

You found yourself overthinking your outfit for the day, ending up wearing a baby blue sports bra with a strappy back and black sweatpants. You had to admit that it was quite flattering on your figure, with your back tattoo on display, one that said babydoll in a cursive font, a reference to one of your favorite songs and just generally, a cheeky nudge to whoever was reading in the direction of your preferences.

Today, you spot Cheol across the cardio room but with another client, a tall blonde woman who was jogging leisurely at a speed that would have you gasping for breath. She looked like she was in great shape, a flat stomach revealed by her cropped bra and an ass for days that her shorts accentuated. Cheol looked so different than when he was with you, eyes smiling as he continuously hyped the girl up, a proud beam on his face. You don't think you'd even seen all his teeth on display before.

You force yourself to take a treadmill where you can't see him, turning the music on your earbuds all the way up to get your head straight. But every song you listen to reminds you of him. You ignore it anyway, increasing the speed on your treadmill when you catch a glimpse of him escorting the lady out. He really looked like he was enjoying himself, laughing loudly at something she says in a soft voice. She was in a league of her own. Heck, so was Cheol.

The reminder is unpleasant and you have a hard time putting on a smile when Cheol comes to stand at your side with an expectant grin. But in comparison to before, this grin seems dull and his eyes look like they're calculating something, not delighted. You had a feeling this was going to be another difficult session for you.

"That's a nice outfit," he comments when you turn around to him, covered in sweat from your jealousy-driven run. You don't respond to his compliment, feeling like it was empty and honestly, losing your will to please him after what you'd witnessed. You get off the treadmill with a sigh and roll your shoulders back, "What am I doing today?"

Cheol hesitates for a split second at your curtness but moves on quickly, guiding you to the dumbbells. "Arms and back for the lady today," he announces grandly, handing you two dumbbells labelled 10 lbs. You raise your brows at him, wondering if his decision had anything to do with your exceptionally bare back. Reigning in your curiosity, you do as he says.

The first few sets of various basic exercises go by well, so much so that you catch Cheol mumbling a good job in your ear when you pass him the dumbbells. The compliment goes straight to your head – and well, elsewhere – but you control your thoughts, not when you were finally feeling like yourself and not like a perverted idiot lusting over your hot hym trainer.

But then you're at the back-row machine and you lose your drive, glancing uneasily at Cheol. He simply gestures for you to get started. "You know the drill" are his brief words of explanation.

The first set goes by okay with you struggling to finish the last rep but by the time you're in the middle of the second set, you feel a numbing strain in your back, making it a Herculean task to even tug at the handles. You spot Cheol walking over behind you and the pads of his fingers press into your back, somehow landing exactly where the fabric of your bra left you exposed.

Your eyes jump to his in the mirror, the contact sending a wave of heat to all kinds of places and feeling incredibly inappropriate for some reason. Cheol's eyes remain unyielding when you meet them though, his grip extending to your shoulder to pull them back. "Come on," his words splay out like breath on your neck, "Keep going."

You manage the last few reps with his help, groaning in pain when he finally lets you go. He pulls away as soon as you're done, sqaushing any hopes that you had of him sharing the vibe that you had felt. He even takes a large step away to give you air before the next round. You pout as you closely observe him in the mirror, wondering why he was so cold to you. He had seemed warmer a few days ago when you'd shown up to contradict his expectation, maybe even warmer than he had been with that lady earlier. So how come he's back to being distant now?

"Something on your mind?" Cheol asks, coming to your side, "You've been glaring at me for the past minute."

"Nothing."

"Really? You've been weird this whole time you know," he presses. "It's my duty to make sure you're satisfied as my client. So if I'm doing anything wrong…"

You sigh at his words. Satisfied, huh? If Cheol had even the slightest hint to your thoughts every time you were close to him– God, he'd probably drop you as a client altogether. "I'm fine," you say quietly, looking down at your hands instead of at him. You were doing so well at keeping it together and you didn't want to lose your progress to some whim. "Just tired from work."

"Have you been sleeping okay?"

"As okay as I can."

"Have you considered asking for a day off?"

You scoff, "I'm not on my death bed. A few hours of lost sleep won't kill me."

"It will in the long run," Cheol retorts, lips set in a thin line, "And that's the second time you've talked about dying before giving up with me."

You're starting to wish he would stop with his questions. "I'm not suicidal, Cheol," you start, "And I'm not losing sleep because of work anyway."

"Oh, really? What is then? A guy?"

You scowl at his words, "I'd rather not talk about this anymore. It's not funny."

"Didn't say it was," he mumbles but returns to his stance behind you. You feel his palm on your back again, "Let's go for the last set, then."

You pull hard, getting in a few good reps before your back muscles start to give up again. Cheol's in action, forcing your muscles to stay engaged as you continue pulling him. "Breathe for me, doll, you're doing so well. Just five more reps." Forget the fact that you'd done your required 20 reps of the back rows, when you hear Cheol's praise you feel your energy spike up, somehow pulling off 5 more reps.

He lets go with a chuckle, "I knew you had it in you." You slump over, dropping your head in your hands, reeling. Did you hear him right? Doll? Your stomach turns with butterflies, the thought of him using your tattoo exactly in the way you'd intended – fuck, you think you could give the man the best head of his life right now if he let you.

But instead you pretend to be wiped out as you stand up without making any eye contact with him, crouching over your water bottle and taking a few sips. You realized that Cheol was being himself with you, now that you think about it, his sarcastic jabs and his cynical questioning. He was worried about you but didn't want to burden you with it. But to think that you'd managed to get him to praise you despite his aloofness, it made you want to do unthinkable things.

"All right, let's do some shoulder presses next," Cheol says, deciding you'd had enough of a break. You silently nod, following him to the bench. Surprisingly enough, you make it through the rest of the workout without a hitch, even earning yourself an approving hoot from Cheol along the way.

"You're on fire today, aren't you?" he beams and you want to imprint the sight in your mind. "Come on, I'll have do some good stretching today so you won't wake up feeling like someone beat you up again."

You chuckle at the reference to your earlier comment and gladly follow him to the mats where he guides you through some stretches. Then he perches himself in front of you, holding out his hands. "Give me your hands."

You look at him questioningly and he simply waits. Slowly, you put your hands in his, noticing the way his wrap around yours completely. He's big compared to you, easily pulling you toward him while keeping his feet planted above your knees so you could stretch your spine out. You let out a moan at the feeling in your spine, "That feels good."

His hand wrap around your wrist next, resting them on his shoulders– and you swear to God, he's got to be doing this to you on purpose. All you can think about is his skin under your palms, the hard shoulders that you didn't imagine you'd be touching. He continues to mess with you; his hands are on your shins, massaging their way up your legs– your calves, your knees, your thighs.

You pull away with abruptly and his hands dance back down your legs. Cheol's looking up at you with hooded eyes, as if he can read every thought that's running through your head. "Good?" he asks and the vague nature of the question does nothing to help your situation.

You clear your throat, "Yes. Am I done for the day?"

Cheol makes you suffer through some more stretches, ones where he finds an excuse to get his hands on you– an arm stretch with him pulling you from one side or a back stretch where he crossed your arms down firmly. Your head was all but spinning when you're finally done.

"Okay, you're done. Thanks for the session," he exclaims and as you turn to leave, he stops you with a hand on your elbow. "Oh and– Listen, I don't know what's on your mind but don't worry so much. You're doing great, at least in the gym. Sleep well tonight, doll."

–

The only explanation for Cheol's behavior was that he hated you. Because why else would he enjoy torturing you like this? You had never thought you showing up mad to a session would lead to him doing all that– calling you doll of all things. You had all sorts of thoughts in your head right now and none of them you could voice out loud without embarrassing yourself.

That night, you do sleep well, a little too well even. You have sweet dreams after all, dreaming of Cheol in your bed, climbing up your relaxed figure while his hands trailed up your legs, not stopping at your thighs. They make it all the way and the sound that leaves you is undignified but Cheol meets your mouth like he predicted your reaction. His touch burns you and his tongue leaves you feeling like you were starving. You sweat in his arms, his words sending you over the edge in no time.

You wake up the next morning to a mess in your panties, the sight leaving you truly dumbfounded. If you had thought you had come close to regaining your sanity in the last few days, you might just have lost any such hope. You rush to shower, making it cold on purpose so you could cleanse any dirty thoughts away with the remains of last night.

But Cheol's hold on you is strong, even when he isn't forcing you to go through the last few reps of an exercise. You enter the office in a daze that day, going about your daily tasks without a real thought behind your eyes.

It's only when you overhear a conversation in the break room that you come to your senses.

"I'm thinking of changing my hair," Kazuha tells Katie with a thoughtful hum, "But I don't know what to do." You gaze at the younger girls in front of you. Kazuha had long hair the shade of mocha and Katie sported a short blonde bob that bounced when she peeked over her friend's shoulder to look at her phone.

"Oh, you know what you would suit? Blonde streaks!"

"Really?" Kazuha sounds dubious, "I don't know. I'm more of a dark hair girl."

"I know, that's why I said streaks, stupid," Katie pulls out her phone and scrolls through something that looks like an album of hair pictures. "Something like this– Just your bangs, or the ends of your hair."

Intrigued by the conversation, you approach the pair. "Hey, guys," you let yourself known and the two nod quickly when they see you.

"Oh, hi, Y/N!"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I… I had a question."

Katie looks excited, leaning forward with a sneaky grin. "Sure! What is it? Are you seeing someone?"

"What? No, that's not it," you protest, uneasily playing with your mug. "Um, actually, I was… this is a completely hypothetical question, okay?" The two nod eagerly. "If I was to know a guy who was a gym rat of sorts… What kinds of things would you say might interest him?"

"Interest him?" Kazuha says, "Aren't gym rats only into other gym rats?"

"Yeah, I think so, too," Katie echoes, "When you live for the gym, you'd only want a partner who understands the lifestyle. But I did have this friend…"

She trails off and you prod, "A friend?"

"Well, she had a crush on this guy at her gym so she tried to get his number and he–" she cuts herself off with a light laugh, "He said she was too plain. God, he was an asshole. My friend had the latest hairstyle and everything. She cried over him for a week. I told her not to spend so much money on the membership if she was just going there for a guy…"

You nod, "Right… That sounds awful." Eventually, Kazuha and Katie go back to discussing something on their phones and you excuse yourself.

–

You don't go to the gym for the rest of that week, mainly because you're afraid to see Cheol, still not over the wet dream you'd had of him. Thankfully, there hadn't been any more but just the one occurence had you feeling like you'd committed a crime so you stayed away to keep your conscience clean.

A week later, you finally force yourself out of your guilty spiral and head to the gym. At the reception, you pause before heading in for cardio. "Hey, Seol," you call out and she looks up from the computer. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"No, please, ask away."

"Is… Does Cheol have a lot of clients?"

Seol looks amused at your question and takes her time riling you up before saying, "Yes, ma'am. He's one of the top trainers in our gym. Sometimes, we have clients asking to switch over to be trained by him because they see him training other people."

"Ah, I see," you say, keeping your tone as flat as possible, "And can I ask how I ended up with him?"

"Oh, well, it was just good timing," Seol says with a polite smile, "He had a client leave after she got promoted at work so you joining worked perfectly."

You nod at her response, thanking her as you head in. So it was just luck.

You don't know what you had expected– Of course, Cheol was popular. You weren't the only one with eyes around here and looks aside, he was genuinely great at his job. You didn't take that for granted but it didn't help the pit in your stomach, when you realized you were just a replacement client on his roster.

Great. You've been in the gym for less than 10 minutes and the crazies have already started.

To make things even worse, you see Cheol next to another woman yet again. This time she's short, a petite figure with long wavy hair and you almost laugh out loud at the situation. Someone must be playing a sick joke on you because how else was every single one of his clients so much prettier than you?

You have to restrain your thoughts before they dig you any deeper in a hole of self-depreciation so you pick out a treadmill away from them.

"Evening, doll," Cheol pipes up next to you, voice cheery as he pats your arm. You contain yourself as you stop your jog and get off. "Do you have to call me that?" you throw, giving him your best icy stare.

He simply grins, "What? Doll? But it's a cute name."

"I already have a name," you cut in, "And someone might get the wrong idea if they heard you."

Cheol regards you with a glint in his eye. What you would do to hear his thoughts. "There's nothing to get wrong," he finally says, "So don't worry."

If anything, his words are a harsh slap of reality. It brings you back to earth effectively so maybe you ought to thank him for it. You make it through that workout without an indecent though– well, okay, there might have been a few but nothing that was enough to put you in a life-threatening position. In fact, you make it through a whole week's worth of sessions with those words.

It's Friday when it all goes down the drain– your hard work at regaining normality with Cheol and your sanity. You're done for the day and in the middle of packing up, when you see Cheol being approached by a woman. Looking up, you realize it's the tall blonde from a few weeks ago. She speaks quickly and quietly but you hear the words drinks on me tonight.

Your stomach churns and you look away without thinking, hoping to run away before you had to hear any more. But Cheol's voice is clear when he responds, "Sorry, I can't. I'm busy tonight."

You hate the way you're relieved at his rejection, the lack of any remorse in his tone and the way he quickly turns back to you. The blonde woman looks dejected and blinks at his back a few times before leaving.

"Wow," you comment when she's gone, "That was cold."

"You think so?" he asks as if it wasn't clear as day. "I was just making myself clear."

"So you have a no-client dating policy?"

"Nah, not really," Cheol shrugs as he rolls up the mat you had used a few minutes ago. "Plus, she's not even my client anymore."

"Oh," you breathe and then feel a sudden burst of courage run through your veins. "So if I was to ask you out…"

Cheol tilts his head, lips lilting, "What about you asking me out?"

Asshole, of course he's making you spell it out for him. You bite back a smile, "Nothing. Just a thought." With that, you leave him hanging, exiting the gym as if you hadn't proposed to take him out on a date without any real conclusion.

It was complicated, you explain to yourself later. For one, you didn't even think he was into you like that. Sure, he could be touchy and flirty around you when he wanted you, and yeah, maybe he didn't call you anything other than doll, but in real terms, those actions had no meaning behind them. They were just that.

And you didn't enjoy putting yourself out like that– asking someone else out. It had always been the other way around, the guys asking you out after days of you charming them. And where you'd always been anything but yourself with Cheol, you weren't ready to let go of your reputation just yet.

–

Maintaining your reputation takes on a questionable turn that weekend when you pass a hair salon on your way home from shopping for some much-needed home supplies. You stop because the sign outside catches your eye. In flashy bubble letters, it reads GYU'S SALON: come by if you want to rediscover your wild side. You find yourself smiling, hand on the door before you have a second to debate it.

Someone at the counter welcomes you and asks you to wait for a moment while they grab a stylist. You take a seat on the couch and look inside the salon. It's not too packed but there's a few customers, most of them women. You see that most of them are young and the observation comforts you. In particular, you notice a girl taking selfies with her new styled hair– a short layered look with blue ends. It looked cool but too bright for you to pull off.

A kind-looking lady with hair the color of plum approaches you. "Hello, are you here for a hair styling session?"

You stand up, "Ah, yeah, I am. Sorry, I don't have an appointment."

"That's fine, I'm free now," she says with a smile, "You must've seen the sign." You don't how she knows but you simply smile back at her. She nods, "Okay, come with me."

The lady's named April, you find out, and she's the funniest person you've met in a while. She's also an expert in hair, it seems, because she can tell the last time you cut your hair was neary two years ago and even points out that you wash your hair every other day. Eventually, you tell her you want to do something different with your hair but nothing too crazy.

"Define crazy."

"Well, this is my first time dying my hair. But I don't want anything too light and please don't cut my hair too short."

"Gosh, you sure have a lot of demands." Then after a moment of running her hands through your hair, playing with its strands, she comes to a decision. "All right, missy, I have something in mind for you."

Two hours later, you have red hair but not too red. It was the exact shade of wine under the salon lights but when you stepped out of the salon, it was more a dark brown. You'd thanked and tipped April generously for her work because she had come through on her word. In the mirror back at home, you admired your hair. April had trimmed off the ends but made sure your hair retained its length. You didn't regret your decision when you had a whole night to overthink it, thrilled whenever you caught sight of your head in a reflective surface. April might have been God's sweet gift to you.

–

That week you're showered in compliments at work with a coworker stopping at your desk every time they realized it was you sitting there typing away in red hair. You'd been somewhat worried that the change wasn't drastic enough for many to notice but you're proven wrong. Kazuha is the first one you run into that day, meeting her in the elevator and it takes her a glance to notice the new hair.

"Y/N? Your hair is so pretty!" she's spinning you around so she can get a better look, "Oh my God, where'd you get it done? It's amazing." You thank her and vaguely describe the salon you'd found by chance.

Later that evening, you walk unusually slow to the gym, taking your time to dwell on the response you might get from Cheol. You're close to the entrance when you see a familiar figure a few feet away. Before you can confirm your suspicion, you also spot an unmissable head of blonde hair.

It's her again. You feel your heart lurch in your chest as you unwittingly stop in your tracks. She's talking to Cheol, her back to you. If it wasn't for the expression on Cheol's face being a clear one of panic, you might have walked your way without a worry (other than the ones that would've spurred out of jealousy). You aproach them cautiously, wanting to get a better understanding of the situation before interfering.

"...is just mean. You led me on! You told me I was–"

"I'm sorry, Haein, if you feel that way but that's just part of my job," Cheol's voice is strained with suppressed emotions and you speed up, "I need you to stop cornering me–"

"Cheol!" you call out loudly, causing both of them to turn towards you. The blonde, Haein apparently, looks annoyed to find you there and you quietly walk over to Cheol's side. He's quiet when you poke him with your elbow. "What're you doing out here? You're gonna be late to my session!"

"Excuse me, miss, but I was in the middle of–"

"I'm sorry but I pay this guy an unbelievable amount of money to train me," you say in your most obsequious voice, "and I work really hard for the money I make. So unless you're about to pay me more than I pay him just to talk to him, why don't we call it a day here?"

When Haein storms off with a few unintelligible curses your way, you let out a laugh of disbelief. Cheol releases a chuckle from beside you, sighing in relief. "That was–" he starts, "Thanks, Y/N. You saved my ass."

"No worries," you reply, "but I wasn't entirely kidding about what I said. You start showing up late to our sessions and I'll start cutting the paycheck."

"You realize that's not how it works, right? You have to pay the same amount of–"

"I don't care how it works, Cheol," you interrupt him.

"For what it's worth," you hear him say as the two you finally enter the gym through its glass doors. "You were pretty cool back there. I felt so safe and protected with you throwing so many big words at her."

You turn to him with a frown, "Big words? I just talked really fast so she couldn't afford to call my bluff."

Cheol laughs at your confession, "It worked. She looked spooked when she finally ran off."

"So she's been bothering you even after you rejected her?"

"Yeah, looks like she thought we had a thing," he mumbles, "but all I did was my job and there's no nicer way to put it."

You grimace, waving at Seol who perks up at the sight of you arriving with Cheol. "That's tough. You should do something about it. I won't always be around to save the day, you know?"

"You're right," Cheol teases, "I need to become independent."

You pause in front of the changing room, "Okay, I'll go put my things away–"

Cheol breaks you off when he takes a step too close to you, voice dropping to a whisper. "Your hair's cute, doll. I'm a lucky man to have a pretty girl like you worry about me."

And then, he's gone with a flash of his smirk. As if he hadn't just left your veins blazing with the rush his words had caused. You drop to your knees inside the changing room, legs weaker than a day of working them out under Cheol's supervision. There's just no way he isn't messing with you on purpose, right?

But then you recall his words from earlier– all I did was my job and there's no nicer way to put it – and you're not so sure anymore. On the one hand, it was objectively not part of his job to call you doll or to have his hands wander your body or to constantly pester you with questions when you seemed out of it or to call you pretty. But at the same time, you couldn't say it was just him being nice to you, making sure you didn't feel unseen.

Your worries find an answer later that day when you're leaving the changing room after another training session. Cheol intercepts you with a look that you've never seen before– uncertainty.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Yeah, sure, what's up?" you let him pull you aside to a more secluded area behind the reception.

"I know you're too humble to take it seriously but I really do owe you one for earlier," Cheol rubs the back of his neck, a boyish grin on his face, "If you hadn't sepped in, I might have had to agree to go out with her."

"Cheol," you sigh, "I just did that because you looked uncomfortable. You don't have to thank–"

"Thanking you isn't enough," he stresses, "I want to repay you."

You cross your arms, the phrasing of his request piquing your curiosity. "And how exactly do you want to repay me?"

"Let me take you out for dinner."

You hate the way your eyes betray surprise at his words, his pleased smile only doing wonders to the adrenaline rush that slapped you. "What?"

"I know a good place near here but it'll be packed today," Cheol pulls out his phone out of his pants, "But if I make a reservation, we'll be able to get in this week."

"I…"

"Is that a yes?" his eyes are focused on yours, waiting for an answer.

"Sure, but is it okay for us to…?" you find yourself unable to complete your question. "Why wouldn't it be?" Cheol tilts his head, "We're both adults and it's consensual."

"I guess you're right," you admit. Cheol places his phone in front of you, "Your number, doll."

–

If you had thought you were insane a few weeks ago, now you were convinced that you were. Ever since you'd exchanged numbers with Cheol, all you could do was stare at his contact. You'd gone simple, just saving him as Cheol, not before you considered adding a cherry emoji next to his name. It was too much, you decided, settling for the plain name instead.

"Whose murder is she planning this time?"

Wonwoo's question brings you out of your daze and you glare at him. "Yours if you don't shut the fuck up."

"Woah," Wonwoo holds up his hands in surrender, glancing at Lisa, "You sure she isn't up to something?"

"She's got a date tonight," Lisa reveals without a hint of hestitation in her voice. You kick the girl under the table, "Lisa! You're just gonna sell me out like that?"

"Sorry, Y/N, but I have a 100% honesty policy with Woo," she sighs, looking at Wonwoo dreamily. Right, you had almost forgotten. After months of pining for each other, the two had finally confessed to each other, becoming the office's newest couple. It was very sweet and also very inconvenient when you wanted to confide in your best friend.

"Remind me to get a new and single best friend," you murmur to yourself. Wonwoo drags a chair across from you, "So who's the lucky guy?"

"There is no guy. Just a funeral. For you."

"You're so funny today, Y/N," Wonwoo has the audacity to laugh, "Is it someone from your gym? No wonder you've been looking leaner these days. A little extra motivation to hit the gym can go a long way."

"I don't know why I bother hiding things anymore," you cave, "and for the record, it's not because of any guy that I'm getting fitter."

You find yourself doubting your own words that night when you're sitting across from the man, keeling over in laughter at something he said about the menu in this place. It's a unique restaurant with moody lighting and square tables for two scattered across the wooden floors. Most of the tables were already filled with couples, peering over a menu together and sharing a glass of wine.

It's unnervingly romantic, you realize as you sit, tucking the tail of your dress under you. Cheol's eyes never leave you, weighing your reactions to the place. "It's so quiet here," you whisper, still surveying your surroundings, feeling hot under his undivided attention. You hadn't been prepared to be this close. Sure, you had been closer to him in the gym but this was your first time with him in a place outside of the gym, where you couldn't pretend your feelings for him were part of an alter ego you'd made up.

Cheol is real right now, his knees brushing against your bares ones under the table. He looks different tonight, clad in a nice navy shirt whose buttons were unsuprisingly strained against his chest. It was unfair how attractive he looked in a plain outfit.

"You like wine?"

You look at him with a start and nod quickly, "Yeah, I do."

"And what about me?" Cheol sneaks the question in, teeth baring as he grins at your panicked expression. "I'm just kidding. Sorry, I can't help it. You're cute when you're embarrassed."

"And you're just as much of an asshole when you're not in the gym."

He shrug, defined collarbone peeking out at you at the movement. "I'm always myself," he tells you.

The night progresses slowly with Cheol taking his time getting to know you, raining you in question after question about your life– when did you start working? Did you have siblings? Why did you move to the city so young? How many exes did you have? What was your favorite kind of coffee?

"You have a dog?" you exclaim when he shows you a photo of a white Maltese with a doting smile on his face. You hit his arm across the table, "Why wasn't that the first thing you told me?"

Cheol laughs with his head thrown back, "Really? That's what gets you? My dog? I'd take you to meet her but she's living with my brother because I got too busy."

"She's so cute, Cheol! I didn't think you of all people would have a dog."

"What do you mean, me of all people?"

You pause before thinking over your words. "You seem… distant. I thought you would like living alone so nobody bothers you."

Cheol sighs at your words, "What have I done for you to have such an impression of me?"

"I don't know, something about the way you're always cynical? Or your general condescending tone? Or that one time when you told me you hated your friends for being office-workers?"

"Okay, so you clearly like exaggerating things," he protests, "I love my friends, I just wish they lived more. And I'm not cynical, just…"

"Realistic?" you finish his sentence, "Trust me, that's what I tell people, too. But it's all a lie."

"You have a lot to say for someone who actually lives all by herself," Cheol accuses you with a sip of his wine, eyes narrowing, "And I feel like you're way colder than I am. It took me a week to get you to start calling me by my name and not just wait for me to look at you when you needed something."

You groan, "Can you not bring that up? I'm still embarrassed about that."

"Cute," he chirps, "But seriously, you're kinda scary when you're in your head. I get the chills when I imagine what you must be like at work."

"You imagine what I'm like at work?" you tease him, leaning back in your chair.

"You're the one who's telling me you're not like this at work," he points out, "Whatever that means."

"It means I'm cool as a cucumber," you finally say, "I'm a little scary but only to people who deserve it. But I'm mostly just cool. Or at least I was."

Cheol waits for you to go on and you scrape at your empty plate with a fork, missing the pasta you had just devoured just so you could distract yourself. "I was cool before I… met you, I guess."

"Really?" Cheol does nothing to hide the glad grin that breaks out on his face, "What did I do?"

"Pushed me to my limit," you roll your eyes, "You forced me out of my comfort zone."

"So in other words, I bring out your wild side?"

You flush at his choice of words, "Well, I don't know if I'd say that but… maybe."

–

Your date with Cheol is a dream; he pays for the meal, walks you out with a hand on your waist. He even kisses you goodnight, a kiss that's on your mind for the longest time. His lips are beyond your dreams, plump and demanding on yours. It's too bad neither of you make another move because the night ends at a kiss.

You can't wait to see him again, but as it turns out the following week means hell for you at work. You're absolutely swamped in your new assignments, with it being the middle of the month. There's increased visits from superiors and your boss insists you attend every meeting, a gesture that promised you that a promotion was in sight.

It's that hope that keeps you going. You pull a few all-nighters to draft various proposals now that you're your boss' direct right-hand, working earnestly to improve the stellar performance that you were finally getting recognition for. It's on Friday evening that your boss finally notices the bags under your eyes, scolding you for pushing yourself hard. She rushes you out of the office, ordering you to take the day off or she'd force you to.

You reluctantly do as she says, feeling hollow when you step outside in the fresh air. Your eyes feel heavy and you can't say you feel like doing much. Then, you remember Cheol's touch on your skin and with rejuvenated enthusiasm, you take your phone out.

You consider texting him but then settle on calling him since he'd be too busy to check his messages. But as it turns out, he's too busy to pick up too. After some thinking, you decide you'd pay him a visit in the gym anyway, ignoring the lightheaded feeling that threatened to consume you.

Seol greets you at the counter, "Y/N! We missed you this week! Are you okay?"

You sigh, "Yeah, sorry. Work stuff. Is Cheol in?" She nods, much to your relief. "Yeah, he's just finishing up with a client. He should be free for a session in 10."

You thank her as you head in. You knew it wasn't the best idea to work out in this state, but all you could suddenly think about was how Cheol might've taken your absence for the week to be your response to the date. And you hated the thought of that, so you rush to the changing room.

You're 5 minutes into walking on the treadmill when Cheol's familiar presence makes itself known. "Y/N?"

"Cheol, hey," you say, slowing down, "Sorry I wasn't in this whole week, I've been really busy with work."

"That's fine, I figured it'd be something like that." You're surprised he takes it so well, even offering you a small smile. Then, he notices the way you look, eyebags and all. "Hey, doll, are you okay? You look tired."

"Oh, I'm fine, just a little out of it."

"Okay, why don't you take a rest?" He stops the machine before you have a say, his arm firmly pulling you off. His hand then comes to rest against your cheek and you smile against his touch. "You're warm, doll. I don't think you should be working out today."

"But–"

"I don't want to hear it," he's pulling you out of the cardio room without hearing you out. "Come with me. Is there a friend you can call to pick you up?"

"Um, sure, but I can just go home on my own–"

"Just do as I say if you want to live to see another day– And I swear to god, if you make another joke about death, I'll hurt you myself."

"Ooh," you coo at him as he enters the elevator with you, hitting the 5th floor. "Threatening me now? Is that how you treat a pretty girl?"

Cheol's breath is shaky when he lets out a sigh, averting his gaze. "What about when the pretty girl ghosts me for a whole week?"

"I told you, Cheol, I was busy–"

"I know, I know. I'm just teasing. I was just scared I did something wrong for a second." He doesn't let you say anything when the elevator opens, continuing, "Anyway, you can rest in my office while your friend comes to get you."

"You have an office?"

Cheol laughs at your shocked question, "Yeah, that's what I get for bringing in the most clients here. Anyway, go in and take a seat. I'll get you something to drink." You walk into his office, bewildered by the room. He had a nicer desk than you did and little polaroids decorated the board next to his window. It was a cozier place than you would expected to find in a gym. You sit in a chair, giggling at a photo of Kkuma on the wall, wearing a bow the same shade of pink as her tongue.

"So adorable," you say under your breath.

"I know I am," Cheol startles you, coming up next you with a bottle of water.

You elbow him away, starting to feel unusually hot out of the blue. "Sorry, I know it's kinda hot," he apologizes, "I asked them to turn the air up but it takes a while for it to actually work."

You don't say anything, focused on getting your vision to stop losing focus and the man takes a seat across from, concern painting his face when he catches your dazed look. "Hey, look at me. Take a deep breath for me. What's wrong?"

"Hot," you mumble, pressing a hand against your sweaty forehead. It felt like the short five minute walk was catching up to you all at once, your heart starting to hammer wildly in your chest. You press against it in pain.

"Doll," Cheol's voice mellows out, his hand taking yours in his. "Drink some water for me." You do as he says, but the water is lukewarm, doing nothing to help. You swallow hard against the dryness in your throat.

"Okay, that's not going to work," he lets out. And then, his hands are your waist, grabbing the fabric of your shirt, "Y/N, I'm going to take your top off, 'kay?"

Even in your queasy state, you manage to jump at his touch on your bare stomach. "Cheol, I…"

"Trust me, doll," he leans down to meet your eyes. "It'll help." With an obedient hum, you let Cheol take control, him peeling the layer of fabric off your skin. You feel much better almost instantly, the warm air hitting your bare skin. You sigh out as you rest your head in your hands.

"Thanks," you breathe, "I feel like shit."

"That's okay." You look up at him when you catch the hitch in his voice. Through the fuzziness in your vision, you see Cheol avoiding your gaze. You reach for his bicep in your confusion, "Cheol."

He turns to you, eyes wavering as they trail down your neck. You feel heat shoot to your neck at his gaze and he coughs awkwardly. "Sorry," his voice is hoarse, "I'm not looking."

"You can," you state boldly, turning to him. You were wearing an old bra, a plain black thing that had kept you company for decades now, the lace in the back unravelling with wear. But the way Cheol looked at you right now, you could've been wearing the fanciest lingerie in season.

"Y/N," he warns you.

You're feeling better by the moment, vision clearing as your body tempertaure returns to normal. But instead of overheating, you find yourself losing focus for a different reason. You shift closer to Cheol, "If you're embarrassed, do something about it."

Your words stun him, his eyes wide as he stares back to make sure you were the one saying them. But all he finds is unbridled lust in your gaze, hand clawing at his knee, begging him to do something, anything that could help your state.

In a flash, Cheol's shirt is off and you drink in the sight before you hungrily. The sight you'd only ever imagined and dreamed about is finally yours to enjoy and you're going to make every moment worth it. When Cheol hears the desperate mewl you let out, he's pulling you close, hands encompassing your waist. You're on his lap before you know, knees hitting the valley of his pelvis.

"Fuck, you're hotter than I imagined," you groan out, hands roaming his bare back. He bites back an undignified sound at your comment, "Doll, you're making this really hard for me."

You feel his body burning up under yours and you're not sure which one of you is out of breath, but you're panting into his mouth the next thing you know. "This is crazy," he mumbles into you and you can't help but chuckle. "I know," you shoot, thumbs on his cheeks, tracing the skin around his lips. "But I think I went crazy the day I set my eyes on you."

Your shameless admission has Cheol groaning into your skin, his lips attaching to your neck. You feel him bury his face in your hair, inhaling deeply before he finds your face again. "You don't know the kinds of thoughts I've had about you," he laughs, eyes hooded, "I can't even think about you without losing it."

You're about to reveal a part of your suffering when your phone starts ringing. When you see Wonwoo's name on the screen, you jump up with a curse. "Shit, it's Wonwoo."

"Who?"

"He's here to pick you up."

"Why?"

You glare at Cheol, "Because you asked me to ask a friend."

"Right," he says slowly, running a hand through his hair. Even now, all you can think is about the way his stomach contracts with the sharpness of his breath. God, you want him so bad.

"I'm gonna ask him to come up here but we should probably get dressed–"

"I don't want to."

You stare at Cheol with a dumbfounded expression. "Cheol, we have to." After much convincing, you manage to get Cheol's shirt back on, just in time for the knock that comes on his door.

"Wonwoo?" you open the door and smile at your friend. Wonwoo looks worried, not returning your greeting. "Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't get the day off so you could come here and–"

Wonwoo's reprimand is cut short when he catches sight of the other man in the room, mouth hanging open. "Oh, this is–" you turn to introduce Cheol but he's already at your side, holding his hand out for Wonwoo. "Seungcheol," his voice has dropped a magical two octaves, eyes cold.

"I'm Wonwoo, Y/N's friend," Wonwoo says back, shaking his hand uneasily. "Anyway, let's get you out of here–" Wonwoo's hand is on yours to guide you out when Cheol's breaking between you, sticking his arm out in front of you with a frown.

"Cheol, what're you–"

"Sorry, you don't have to bother. I'll take her home."

You gape at his declaration, attempting to shake some sense into him with a harsh Cheol under your breath. But he remains unyielding, staring at Wonwoo to back off. Your friend looks puzzled and you sigh, "Wonwoo, I'll come with–"

But Wonwoo's taking a step back, a playful glint in his eye, "Oh, wait, I just remembered I have a thing to pick up for the boss before I go home. Sorry, Y/N, you'll be fine, right?" He doesn't even bother waiting to hear you confirm your safety before he's rushing down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator.

When he's gone, you stare at Cheol's back. "What the fuck was that?"

He turns to you, "We're not done here."

"Really? That's your excuse? I can't believe you made me call Wonwoo all the way out here–"

"That was before you got me all worked up, doll," he snaps, "And to top it all off, you expected me to watch you get escorted out of here by another man? I'm a nice guy but I can't just let him get his hands all over you."

You can't help the laugh that leaves you, "Cheol, are you jealous right now? Wonwoo's a friend and he's–" Before you can tell him that Wonwoo's already dating Lisa, Cheol's lips are on you, shutting you up for good. He pulls away when you're too weak to say anything back. "I'll drive you home, doll, so stop worrying. I'll apologize to your friend if I have to, but let me take care of you tonight."

Cheol's true to his word, watching your every move as he walks you to his car. You wonder for a second if he came from money, to be able to afford such a nice car on a gym trainer's salary and then, lose your train of thought when he leans forward to strap your seatbelt in. Catching the flush on your cheeks, he chuckles softly, "You're too nervous, doll. I'm not going to kill you and bury your body so why don't you relax for me?"

He turns on the music, soft jazz hitting your ears and easing your nerves. You quietly ask, "Are we going to your place?"

"Since I don't know where you live," he says, "My place it is."

Cheol's a good driver, not to your surprise, with you falling asleep in the passenger seat on the drive to his home. He stirs you awake 20 minutes later, smiling, "We're here."

Your suspicions about Cheol's wealth are confirmed when you set foot in his place, convinced he was sitting on a crazy inheritance to afford the huge apartment where he lived. "My parents divorced when I was young," he explains when he understands your inquisitory looks, "And my mom felt bad about leaving my life so this is her way of saying sorry. Showering me with luxury. It's burdening but I love her too much to say no at this point."

"Plus," he adds, coming to cup your hand in his, "I get to impress girls with it."

You laugh at his comment, pushing him away, "I'm sure you've have lots of girls over."

"You're the only one that matters," he insists, "At least the only sick one I've brought home just so I can nurse back to health."

He sits you down on his couch, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll make you something to eat, okay? Food's the best medicine."

–

In the following weeks, you come to fall even harder for Cheol because outside the gym, he's a man full of love. He meets you after work every day, leading you to his car so you don't have to take the subway, not paying any mind to your protests. He even holds your hand the whole drive back to either of your places, more often his than yours, because he likes to cook you dinner in his kitchen before he makes love to you in his bed.

It's dizzying, being this in love with a man you've lusted after for so long. The sex is mind-blowing, somehow even better than your dreams. You explore his body every second that you can, lips finding their place on his when you're not busy talking. You kiss his back tattoo and tell how much you love it, tracing the lines of the olive tree until you could draw it in your sleep. He shivers under your touch, his tongue on your own tattoo every time you leave your back exposed around him.

"I tried so hard to keep my hands off you the first time you showed up in that backless bra," he admits one evening, circling your tattoo. "Seeing your tattoo made me feel crazy. I could barely think straight that whole day. All I wanted was to feel every inch of your body."

You bury your head in the pillows beneath you, "I knew it! You did that shit on purpose!"

"Of course I did," his large hands roll you off your stomach and onto your back so you're making eye contact with him. "You think I call every pretty client of mine doll? You think I feel all of them up and down?"

"I hoped you didn't," you sigh into his mouth when it inevitably descends on yours.

"You must think I'm a slut if you doubted it for a second," he laughs. You shrug, "You were too hot to not be one."

It's too late to take your words back when Cheol sits up with a pout, "Wow… That's what I get for being into you? You know what–"

"I'm kidding! Cheol, stop, don't go! I was kidding! Hey, come back!"

–

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sleepyparalysisdmon · 10 days ago

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Imperfect Love

The three times Joshua sees you look down on yourself, and the one where he finally can’t take it anymore.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: reader is insecure about their physical appearance

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

It’s Thursday morning and Joshua has the day off. He wakes up with you and while you get ready for work, he prepares some breakfast. You usually leave at 8:15 but he’s still sipping coffee and waiting for you at 8:17 as the food gets cold. It’s unlike you. You’re always so punctual. So he gets up, wandering into your shared bathroom.

You’re huffing, putting on another layer of powder over your chin. “You okay, darling?” He asks gently.

��No. I’m breaking out badly lately and this makeup isn’t helping any. What time is it?”

“You’re running a little late,” he admits. You snatch up your phone and hiss at the time. Things get dumped back into your makeup bag. He doesn’t like the way anxiety is bleeding out of you as you rush for a cardigan and your bag. “Hey, breath for a second.” He stops you with hands on your shoulders. “Just send your boss a message and say you’re running a little late. You need to eat something first.”

You frown at him and he frowns back. “I don’t have time, Joshua. You didn’t make anything yet, did you?”

“I did,” he sighs. He knows he won’t get anywhere with the whole ‘be late’ thing, so he changes his game plan. “Why don’t I drive you? It will give you a few extra minutes to eat something before you go. It’s supposed to rain anyway.”

You sigh, looking a little relieved. “If you’re sure. I really wish you’d sleep in and rest on your day off though.”

He brushes it off, pulling your seat out for you and putting a plate in front of you. Within the hour, he drops you off at work, but he doesn’t go straight home. He calls his makeup artist and stops by the store first.

At 5pm, he picks you up and drives you home. He starts dinner while you go to take a shower. On the bathroom counter there’s a shiny bag with your name on it. Inside is a a couple new cleansers, one that’s gentle and one that’s for acne. That’s not a surprise. You both share things like this and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten something for you only for him to use it too.

But there’s a palette of cream makeup in the bottom of the bag. The shades look right. You’ve never tried anything like it before. After your shower, you meet Joshua in the kitchen. “Did you stop and get the stuff on the bathroom counter today?”

He doesn’t look at you as he chops some things. “Yeah. My makeup artist recommended the cream makeup if you have breakouts. Thought you might give it a try since you weren’t happy with your makeup this morning.”

You frown. “Thank you, Joshua.”

He gives you a sweet smile, puckering his lips for a kiss. Once he’s gotten what he wants, he says, “Whatever makes you happy, darling. Let me know if the shades aren’t right. Now, how much garlic is too much garlic?”

The next day you get numerous compliments on your new makeup and it makes you smile to yourself at your desk throughout the day. You aren’t even thinking about the huge breakout on your chin anymore.

Two

You and Joshua regularly go to the gym together. You have a routine. A little bit of cardio and a little bit of weights. Nothing too intense. He doesn’t need it because of the hours of dance practice he puts in already. And you aren’t a fan of the gym in the first place, but you know it’s good for you so you suffer through the workout at least a few times a week.

He turns off the treadmill next to you and glances at you. This is usually the signal to move on. He raises an eyebrow when you don’t stop jogging. “Twenty minutes are up, darling.”

“I think I’m going to just do cardio today. No weights.” Your breath comes out in short bursts from exertion.

“Oh,” he says. He’s a little disappointed. He likes working out with you and spotting you. And he doesn’t need to do anymore cardio today. “Any reason in particular?”

“I put on a few pounds.” You say it so simply, so casually, but it makes him frown. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop when you’re ready to go home.”

He knows it’s no use arguing. That doesn’t stop him from rushing through his reps and even skipping a few exercises altogether. He doesn’t want you to over-exert yourself if he takes too long. You look a little weak as you two leave the gym. After a warm shower for both of you, Joshua sits next to you on the couch, pulling your legs up into his lap, kneading the muscles lightly. You wince and sigh ever now and then and he can’t help but say something. “Darling, you know you don’t have to put yourself through that in the gym. I love you and your body the way you are.”

You frown up at him. “It’s just a few pounds.”

He frowns back, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. “Darling, think about what I do for work. I know it’s never just a few pounds, because it will never feel like enough. Promise me you’ll be gentle with yourself, okay?”

You nod, but he’s not convinced that you mean it. The next day he insists that you both skip the gym and go for a walk instead.

Three

Joshua is out shopping with you because you’ll be attending an event with him and need an outfit. He’s sitting on one of the benches in the private dressing room. You’ve been in there for a while and he has yet to see anything you took into the room with you. “Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah.” It’s not convincing and he stands up coming to the door, knocking lightly.

“Come on, darling. Show me what you’ve got so far,” he says gently. He hears a huff and the door swings open. He thinks you look stunning but you’re frowning at him.

“Joshua, none of these are really my style.”

His eyes drift up and down before landing on your little pout. “Y/N, you look incredible in this. What don’t you like about it?”

You turn to the mirror in the dressing room, turning this way and then that way. Your hand lands on your stomach. He feels so, so sad when he watches you suck in your stomach a bit. “It’s just a little too tight,” you finally say.

He steps into the dressing room, arms wrapping around your waist, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Darling, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know that. But you do look beautiful in this.”

You’re still frowning, looking at the other dresses hanging on the hook by the door. They’re all equally tight and he knows none of them will make you comfortable. With some finality, he kisses you one more time before taking all of the hangers from the hook. “Stay here. I’ll ask the consultant for some other styles.”

Half an hour later, he smiles at you as you spin in a different dress. It’s got ruching and a small bow around the waist, disguising and distracting from the part that had you so upset earlier. “What do you think?” He asks hopefully.

You’re doing the same tests and angles as earlier and he lets you. He can tell you’re a little relieved by what you see and he’s relieved to see that the little pinch between your eyebrows isn’t so prominent. “I think this one will work. What do you think?”

“You could wear a trash bag and you’d be beautiful. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

While waiting for the consultant to ring up the dress, you press a kiss to his cheek and say thank you. He knows what you mean - it’s not about paying for the dress, though that’s surely part of it, but rather the patience he had for your selection process. Still, he simply says, “Of course.”

Four

You’ve been quiet all night at said event. At first he chalks it up to your shyness. You aren’t in the industry and the cameras and media make you anxious. He lets you ride it out, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you every opportunity he has. You know the members that are present and it seems to ease you a bit too.

In the car on the way home, he starts to chalk it up to you being tired. It’s been a long week for you and these events would zap all of the energy out of anyone, but particularly if you aren’t used to it. Inside the house, he helps you out of your heels and dress, and into some pajamas. You both have a routine after things like this. He sits you on the bathroom counter and stands between your legs. It’s his turn first to take off his makeup. You gently cleanse his face and then it’s your turn.

He knows something’s up for sure when you don’t crack a smile at the silly headband he puts on you. Once your face is clean, he kisses your nose and peers down at you when your lips barely turn up at the gesture. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Do you wish I looked like them?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Like who?”

You twist the string of his hoodie to avoid looking at him. “Like the idols you work with.” He’s silent, gritting his teeth a bit. “They’re all so pretty and polished. I’m nothing like that.”

He scoffs. “That’s it. You have to stop talking about my girlfriend like that.” You glance up at him in surprise. He’s always so gentle with you, but frustration bleeds into his tone. “You’ve been talking so poorly about yourself lately. Tell me everything that’s bothering you so I can either help you fix it or put your mind at ease.”

“What’s there to fix, Joshua? Nothing would ever make me look like that.”

“Exactly. I want you to look like you.” He gives you a kiss, like he’s trying to pour all of his affection for you into it. “Be nice to my girlfriend, please. I love her too much to hear things like that, okay?”

You feel a little bit of emotion bubble up and you lean into his chest. “I love you too.” You mean it. You know he’d do anything to help you and maybe you should start asking.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #joshua x reader #joshua #joshua hong

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sluttyminghao · 11 months ago

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kwon soonyoung x jeon wonwoo x reader - suggestive, leaning towards nsfw. unedited

let me know if u want a second part mwah <3

there were two reasons you loved going to the gym past 9pm. reason 1: kwon soonyoung. reason 2: jeon wonwoo.

It started a few months ago, when work had gone into overtime and you couldn't get to the gym until late. it was a way for you to destress and work any extra energy out of your system before your early morning commute. the gym was much quieter now; most gymgoers had retired to their homes and only a few stragglers were left.

today was your day to do cardio, so you headed over to the treadmills and set yourself up. within only moments, your peaceful warm-up was interrupted by two rowdy men, seeming to be shoving each other to try and make the other fall off their treadmills.

you could only roll your eyes and increase your speed to take your mind off them, your walk turning into a jog. they seemed to be having a playful argument of some sort, but if you were completely honest it was just pissing you off.

"can you guys shut up? im trying to concentrate on my workout." your voice was like venom, spitting poisonous words towards the two men who seem astonished that you have a voice and spoke up. they look at each other briefly, before jumping off their own treadmills and walking towards yours.

you feel your heartbeat quicken, and it's not just from the cardio. these two men are insanely attractive, and you've basically just created some kind of dialogue between them which could lead any which way.

"so, the tiger has claws, huh?" the taller of the two comments, watching your chest rise and fall eagerly. you roll your eyes and ignore him, staring straight ahead into the carpark. you can feel their eyes burning into your body, watching it heave with every step on the treadmill.

"what do you guys want?" you huff, slightly slowing down your jogging pace to catch a breather. they once again make eye contact with you, small smirks plastered on their features, and you try so hard not to look at them.

"we want to show you a good time," the shorter one pipes up, his hand slowly trailing along your arm and sending shocks of electricity shooting through your body. it almost makes you trip over your own feet, and makes both men chuckle.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts but mainly narrowed in on what they mean by a good time. the thought of them fucking you here sends a hot flush down your body, and you can feel it pooling in your panties.

"lets go to the sauna, there's no one in there and it's soundproof. by the way, my name is wonwoo and that's soonyoung," the taller one thumbs at the shorter, who shoots you a toothy grin. "why am i telling you our names? because you'll need to know them for later. come and join us in the sauna and we can show you another way to do some cardio, sweetheart."

the pair walk away to the sauna, towels slung over their shoulders and removing their shirts along the way. you gulp and turn off the treadmill, your heartbeat pounding against your ribcage. mindlessly, you let your body move towards the sauna, and are met with two grinning faces, towels hung low on their waists and erections prominent.

"well, lets get that cardio in."

#sluttyhao smut #sluttyhao drabble #kpop smut #kpop scenario #kpop drabble #seventeen smut #seventeen drabble #wonwoo smut #wonwoo drabble #hoshi smut #hoshi drabble #soonyoung smut #soonyoung drabble

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honeykaes · 1 year ago

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wandering eyes

pairing: itto x afab!reader II 2.3k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, humor, some praising and teasing, itto is a rebound, reader is pretty forward, doggystyle, semi-exhibitionism, impact play, piercing, size kink, pussyjob, thighjob, unedited

synopsis: after breaking up with your boyfriend, you decided to get a gym membership and start working on yourself. After a month it’s going okay, until you notice a strange guy that keeps staring at you when you're working out.

Self-care seemed to be the bane of your existence. After breaking up with your boyfriend, long-internal discussions with yourself and the person you want to be after you healed, filled up most of your thoughts. Scrolling hours online trying to find suggestions, some people went the gym route of self-care—making your body healthier for your mind. With a sigh, swiping your credit card to purchase a gym membership, you figured it couldn’t hurt; hopefully, something else would fill your mind that the situation they had left you in.

As the sliding doors open, sensing your presence and allowing you to walk in, you tightly clasp your bag and rolled-up yoga mat. It had been a month since you impulsively bought your gym membership and things were going as slowly as you expected. Still, it gave you time to work on something other than your thoughts falling down the endless spiral downward stairs of “what if’s” in your last relationship.

The smell of rubber and sweat emulated throughout the facility while the cool breeze of the A/C brushed past you. Your AirPods already played out whatever gym playlist you would be listening to for the couple hours you’d be here as you headed up the stairs and towards the equipment area.

Finding an empty treadmill, you placed your bag and mat down and rested it against the machine. You leaned down, rummaging through the gym back to retrieve your hydro flask, yet before you pulled it out completely, you felt the heavy weight of someone watching you. Leaning your head up, your gaze met with ruby. The man with the ruby eyes’ lips parted in shock before whipping his face to the side. His tanned cheeks burned from the embarrassment of being caught so blatantly.

You think you have seen him a couple of times since you started working out here, his appearance keeping a lasting impression. His hair was long and white with some stripes of red fashioned in a low bun. His ears were decorated in various silver piercings, adorned with small gauges. Tattoos lined one of his arms—from what you could make out being far away, it was reminiscent of traditional Japanese depictions of demons.

Yet despite his intimidating expression, the man gnawed on his bottom lip as if he was a child caught doing something wrong by his mother. Your lips pull into a small smirk, chuckling softly at the exchange before you finally pull your hydro flask up and place it on an open area of the treadmill.

It was time to focus on the task at hand so you could head home.

You heaved as you finally reach the cooldown portion of your treadmill workout. The cool air is a blessing to you as heat radiated throughout your form. The machine beat in celebration as it finally halted to a standstill. With a sigh, you get off of it and reach for your yoga mat.

You were thankful for how the gym was laid out, an area open for people to do whatever right next to the cardio machines. You bend over to reach for your yoga mat when you feel the familiar wait of ruby eyes on you once more. You let out a soft sigh, the corners of your lips curving upwards. You could give the man’s wandering eyes a show, couldn’t you?

Finding a prime spot, you laid your yoga mat down and slid your hands down your legs until they stretched down to your feet—your ass held high and perfect for his viewing. You parted your legs wider letting the weight sink you down to the floor further until you were completely doing the splits. One good thing you can say was that your flexibility improved after working out and doing yoga for a month.

The man coughed, choking on water or his saliva as you finally reached the split, your own laughter echoing out as you finally leaned back to see his foolish expression. Trying to contain your snickers and amusement, you finally got up again and approached the man still at the weights. He whipped his head around and quickly grabbed the heavier bar he could, lifting it in crunches with ease, trying to create a facade he wasn’t just gawking at your show.

Even the closer you got to him, you could see his cheeks burning bright.

“So….are you going to give me a reason you were ogling me from afar or am I going to have to guess,” you teased, crossing your arms together. The man swiftly faced you, with a frown—offended by your words.

“H-Hey, hey, hey! Now wait! Ogling makes me sound like a pervert!” he replied with a scowl. You lifted your eyebrow up.

“Were you not checking out my ass?” you stated. The man quickly shut his mouth, putting his head down in shame, earning another chuckle from you.

“Y’know you’re lucky you're cute,” you hummed. The silver-haired man perked up in response, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You think I’m cute? I-I mean of course you do. I’m the ripest guy around here,” he raved. “The name is Itto, the one and oni after all!!” Itto was clearly trying to recover from earlier as you couldn’t help light-heartedly rolling your eyes at his facade of sudden confidence. Itto coughed, trying to figure out what to say next before clicking his tongue.

“...Look, I’ve just been noticing you the few times you come in during the week. Like I said I’m not a pervert!! I just…couldn’t find the proper words, to like, ask you to dinner or something yet, hmph,” Itto murmured. You couldn’t contain the laughter that emitted from you afterward seeing the pout drooping on Itto's lips.

“Oh my god! Haha…! You look like a kid, pouting like that!” you snorted. Itto’s pout furthered at your reaction before tensing up, feeling your fingers beginning to circle various shapes on his bicep. He sat, frozen, as you leaned into his ear and blew cool air in.

“Look…I’ve kinda had a shitty past month. Broke up with my boyfriend and the likes. You like me. I think you’re funny and easy on the eyes; plus, I’m on the pill, so….why don’t we sneak into the private showers for a more, intimate gym experience,” you cooed.

“W-What!? I-I mean pssssh, yeah. I’m down…if you are at least! Let’s do that” Itto stammered out. You leaned away, pressing a finger to his lips as his eyes widened.

“Shh, stop shouting. You wouldn’t want us to get caught, right?”

Grabbing your stuff, you and Itto head to the private shower areas. You reached for your key, unlocking the unused shower with ease as Itto followed behind. Once he ended, you locked the door, sealing the two of you in the small bathroom. Itto timidly leaned his body against the tiled wall, clenching and unclenching his hands as if he wasn’t sure how to proceed forward. Flashing a smirk at him, you began to peel the tight layers of workout clothing from your body.

His greedy eyes continued flickering up and down, trying to soak up your undressing form and cement it into his memory—your legs, your arms, your chest, and ass anything he could witness. Your own gaze drifted to his shorts, noting the prominent tent already formed.

“Already this hard? Aww, you’re so cute,” you cooed. Itto’s eyebrows furrowed and that familiar pout pressed on his lips.

“Stop! I’m not cute! Hot, yeah of course. Handsome, you got it! But cute?! No!” he barked back, beginning to rip his own clothes off of him. As his clothes lay in a pile at his feet, you momentarily freeze noting just how muscular and ripped he was., and the curved monster between his legs. He was thick and long, a silver Prince Albert piercing adorned at his flushed tip. It twitched, rolling to the side desperate to get any attention.

“Didn’t think I was packing like this huh?” Itto grinned, confidence fueling him once more. You struggled to find words as your eyes darted away trying to figure out a quick response. Sensing your change in behavior, Itto clicked his tongue walking closer to you. His hand brushed past your swollen nipples before gliding up to hold your chin.

“Wow, looks like the tides have turned, huh? Suddenly having second thoughts,” he chuckled. Your cheeks burned as a scowl overtook your features.

“No!” you barked back. Itto grin crept further on his face.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Large hands sprung you, capturing your waist as he pressed your back against his front. You could feel his heavy cock, hot as it brushed against your ass—pulsating more, it had finally gotten some traction. He grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping it a few times as he grunted in your ear before pushing his cock between your thighs. His length swiped passed your puffy folds, veins nudging against your burning clit as he continued to rut between your thighs.

You squeeze them further causing Itto to grunt lowly once more, thrusting his hips faster. Precum smeared against your thighs and Itto reached a hand around, giving your clit a slight pinch before rubbing tight circles around it. A whine escaped your clit as Itto chuckled once more.

“Wow, look how pliable you are in my arms like this?” Itto groaned, tightly closing his eyes. The softness of your thighs and folds was beginning to get to him as his pace became sloppier and rougher. Clenching his jaw tightly, Itto pushed your upper body down, bending you down, and slipped his cock away from your thighs. He squeezed his member tightly and jerked it before pressing his thumb against your fold and pushing it slightly to the side to get a better look at your fluttering entrance. With a loud grunt, ropes of thick, white cum sputtered out landing right at your widened entrance.

As cum dripped down your thighs, you couldn’t help but sigh. You were hoping he could get you off and you were so close. Watching his dripping cum, Itto groaned and shook his head.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stop myself. D-Don’t worry! I promise I’ll make you cum!” he chimed. Turned around you assumed he was already soft and was going to beg whoever to get his erection back but to your surprise, you could feel his thick member, still curved and sliding along your slit.

“Uh-huh. Prove it,” you mocked, repeating his words from earlier. Itto’s hand rested on the globes of your ass, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh trust me, I will,” he replied. Your breath caught in your throat feeling your stretching walls burning as Itto sank his cock inside of you. Your nails harpooned into your leg as he inched deeper inside of you. He sucked a sharp breath, struggling to sink further inside of you as you struggle to adjust. Itto snaked his hand around, rubbing circles on your clit once more trying to ease the burn of being stretched out and help you relax your pelvis, so he could reach farther inside of you. Your body shook as his cool piercing brushed against your gummy walls.

“Fuck!” you groaned out, pressing your hand against your lower stomach. You felt so full already, you couldn’t believe he was still plunging further inside of you. With a firm thrust, Itto finally bottomed out as you yelped. You were sure his tip was nudging against your cervix.

You yelp once more as Itto slapped his palms down against your ass before he begins to thrust inside of you. His pace is so fast, easily moving your body to the powerful sways of his thrusts. You quickly brought your hands to clasp over your moan as Itto’s cock stroked against that sweet spot inside of you easily from how big he was.

The sound of skin slapping against one another echoed throughout the small bathroom. His nails dug into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks out wider so he could witness his cock disappearing inside of you. A white ring of cum had developed along this base from his previous endeavors, plunging the cum deeper inside of you. Your own slick glistened as it dripped onto the tile floor.

You muffled your cries, legs shivering as you finally reached your high—pleasure enveloping every inch of your body. Itto whistled in amusement, squeezing your ass in praise.

“See! Look at you cumming on my cock like that! …You should do it again!” he teased. His pace grew faster as tears began pricking at your eyes. His fingers continue to toy with your clit, pulling and slapping the nub before going back to massage it.

He leaned forward, hunching himself over your smaller form before grabbing onto your chest and squeezing tight before rocking his cock deep inside of you. You grab onto Itto’s pistoning hips before your eyes glaze over white—and pleasure overtakes you once more. As your entire body shivered singling your climax, Itto grunted again satisfied before slipping out of your slobbery core.

Jerking his cock a few times once more, a moan escaped his lips as cum shot from his tip once more, smearing itself along your ass this time. He slapped his cock a few times against it, bucking his hips as he tried to get ahold of his body once more.

With a satisfied sigh, Itto grinned at you and pressed his softening cock against your drooling folds once more. You hummed, trying to catch your breath before your legs finally gave out. Itto quickly caught you in shock.

“Are you okay!? Fuck! Sorry I was too rough, wasn’t I? Here you need to drink some water—” Itto began rambling but stopped seeing you flash him a lop-sided smile.

“Itto, give me your phone,” you tiredly ask. Puzzled, Itto silently followed your task—leaning over to grab his phone from his shorts and putting his passcode in. As he handed it to you, you quickly went into his contacts, putting your name and phone number in before handing it back to him.

“(Y/n)...huh. So that’s your name…” he whispered to himself as you chuckled once more.

“I think you more than deserved that dinner date, Itto.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #itto x reader #itto smut #itto scenarios #itto imagines #arataki x reader #itto x you

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ros3ybabes · 2 months ago

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Fall 24' Workout Split 🎀

So my friend and I got a gym membership together BUT have been overworked by our jobs and are tired pretty often, so I've created a workout split (for myself) that takes into account what days her and I are going to the gym and then some at home workouts! The days her and I are supposed to go to the gym, IF we don't, there's a fitness center at my apartment that would be perfect to utilize as a backup!

A bit about my fitness/aesthetic goals ( I will be discussing body image, so please DON'T READ if that info would hurt or upset you at all <3 take care of yourselves)

I want a mix of a pilates princess/muscle mommy physique. I'd love full, round glutes and juicy quads and hamstrings, but a slimmer, more lean, and toned top and arms. I am currently overweight (honestly, obese, if I'm being truthful with myself. I'm 5'3, btw) with a large chest and thick ish upper arms. I want to lose weight, tone up, and grow my glutes. Definitely doable with some nutrition fixes and work in the gym!

My Weekly Workout Split:

Monday - Gym - Glutes + Hamstrings

Tuesday - At Home - Full Body Pilates

Wednesday - Gym - Glutes + Quads

Thursday - At Home - Arms + Core Pilates

Friday - Gym - Full Lower Body Glutes

Saturday - At Home Yoga + Cardio

Sunday - At Home Yoga (Optional Cardio)

Daily Things:

8,ooo+ steps a day

5mg creatine daily

track macros (90g+ protein goal daily)

90oz+ water intake daily!!! (super important for the creatine)

(attempt) 15-30+ minutes of walking outside or treadmill a day

I am so excited for this split and really hope it helps me set a nice routine! I've found it difficult to get into routine lately, but I am confident I can figure it out soon. Journaling, skincare, self care, and physical movement are all things I'm incorporating back into my life, and I can't wait to feel like myself again! <3

til next time lovelies 🩷

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bodymindpeaks · 9 months ago

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luca-ercolani · 2 years ago

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Home Gym

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rainyfestivalsweets · 1 year ago

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9/22/23

I actually made it to 70 min/ 3 miles yesterday.

And here are my meals from yesterday.

BRUNCH: Wrap & soup. Soup is amazing, I am still sick and It is comforting, warm and yummy.

Walked on treadmill after work while finishing Supernatural, which was hard. I get stuck on shows at certain areas and can't move past them. I love this show and I struggled to end it. It felt like I would be ending them, you know.

And I loved the ending. I cried. 😭 so many feels. The ending they deserve, indeed.

After that, fish tacos with mom, watching New Amsterdam.

And Gluccie pudding for dessert. Tried for a rocky road flavor. It was not sweet but that was ok.

A good day. Still a bit sick but I am trying to not let it settle in my lungs.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Hello, I have read some of your works and I like it!!

I was just imagining how 141+könig would react to reader when she dress like them and act like them for whole day 🥹

Can you accept this request!!

Pairing: TF 141 & König x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive content (nothing explicit), Reader's a bit bratty in some of them Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I’ve never heard of something like this prompt before and it’s very sweet. I hope you enjoy it!

König

König groaned as he stretched his arms, his muscles flexing beneath his black shirt. The gym on base wasn’t too terribly busy with it being in the late hours of the night.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice asked behind him. König did a double take as he tilted his head down. You were wearing a dark t-shirt over your head with two eye holes hastily cut out. The rest of your outfit was…interesting, to say the least. He never realized just how big he was compared to you: his workout shorts barely hanging onto your waist and one of his other work out shirts.

“N-Nein,” the Colonel stammered.

“Danke,” you replied as you started to stretch right next to him. He puffed a breath of hot air.

“Is that supposed to be German?” he asked as he glanced down at you. You rested your hands on your hips.

“Ja,” you said matter-of-factly. König narrowed his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” he huffed as he ruffled your mask.

“Not just the fact that I’ve been sleeping with you these past few months?” you asked as you readjusted the fabric. König nearly choked at your sudden boldness.

“Hase,” he warned under his breath as he walked over to the weight rack. You followed behind him, swinging your shoulders and arms before stepping on the treadmill next to his. He glanced over at you before turning on the machine, starting at a steady jog. You did the same. After a few minutes, he increased the speed. You did the same. He quickly decreased the speed, watching you mirror his actions.

"So that's the game you're going to play," he thought. Immediately after he finished his cardio, the Colonel stepped off the treadmill and walked over to some other machines. He had to admit that he was impressed that you attempted to work the same weights he did, yet was also concerned by your exhausted expression by the time he reached the weightlifting area.

But not too concerned.

König glanced behind his shoulder and smirked as he put a bar on the barbell rack before grabbing two massive weights. He could tell your jaw dropped beneath your mask as he slid the weights on with a definite thud. You were practically shivering in your gym shoes as you watched him secure the weights. A giddy smile crossed his face as he turned to you.

“Care to go first...meine Colonel?” he mused. You audibly gulped as he leaned in closer to you. “What’s wrong? This is my normal regiment-surely you can handle it, ja?” König grinned ear-to-ear beneath his mask.

“Nope,” you said as you held up your hands in defeat. König chuckled.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “I will say-you are rather endearing with that mask on,” König whispered. You turned your head, eyes slightly wide as he rubbed his clothed cheek against yours.

“Ah, you’re even cuter when you’re all flustered-meine kleiner hase,” König chuckled lowly.

John Price

John sighed as he grabbed some more papers from the intimidating stack resting on his desk. Even though he had the luxury of working from home today, it was still a lot to deal with. His head perked up when he heard the door creak open. The captain raised a bushy brow when you came lumbering in, wearing his dark t-shirt and cargo pants that threatened to slip past your hips.

“Got your lunch,” you grunted as you carried a plate over. His straight face remained intact as he saw you wearing his boots, the footwear thudding against the floor as you strolled over to his desk. You gave him a stern look as you set his lunch down. John glanced between you and the plate, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said hesitantly as he reached over for the sandwich. He flinched when you suddenly snatched one of the baby carrots from the plate before taking a puff from it.

“Welcome,” you said in a gruff voice, the carrot between your teeth slightly muffling your words. John sat in his chair, confusion written over his face until he heard a few giggles come from the cracked doorway. His gaze instantly locked on the eyes of his five-year-old children, Annie and Simon, as they squealed and hid behind the wall. John smiled, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled.

“Listen here-I won’t tolerate any imposters in my household,” he said sternly as he wagged a finger towards you. The twins poked their heads back up, giggling quietly as you scoffed.

“Imposter? If anything, I’m the real John Price!” you said as you dramatically waved the “cigar” between your fingers. Annie and Simon were now in full view, both laughing as they stood in the threshold of John’s office. John looked over, his face written with distraught.

“Annie, Simon, which one of us is your real dad?” he asked. Both of them looked back and forth before giggling and pointing towards you.

“That one!” Annie giggled.

"Yeah, that one!" Simon agreed. John suddenly slumped in his chair dramatically, causing the twins to gasp as they rushed over. Annie jumped up to look at his face while Simon grabbed his arm, shaking it wildly.

“Daddy?” Annie asked. Your husband cracked one of his eyes open before snatching her in his arms. She squealed as he picked her up and spun her around while Simon yelped with surprise. John adjusted your daughter in his arms so he was holding her to his eye level.

“So, you admit that I’m actually your dad, hm?” he asked. Annie giggled.

“Yeah,” she said giddily. John chuckled and gently kissed her cheek.

“Good. Now, daddy’s got some more work to finish. But what do you say that we all get some ice cream after I’m done?” he proposed. Annie’s eyes lit up while Simon gasped.

“Ice cream! Ice cream!” they chanted enthusiastically. You and John exchanged a warm smile as your children bounced around.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon's eyes flicked over the page as he read the book on the sofa. His brows instantly shot up when he saw you walk into the living room wearing his tactical gear and a skull mask made from a paper plate.

"What's all this, then?" he asked, setting the book down into his lap.

"Nothin'," you grunted as you turned and walked back towards the kitchen. Simon huffed out a quiet laugh as he put his book on the coffee table, following you out of the room. He found you sitting at the table, pouring some milk into two cups of fresh tea. He tried to hide his amused grin as he sat down across from you.

"Strange, usually I'm the only one who has tea this late," he mused, motioning towards the cups. You grunted as you lifted up the cup, spilling some of it onto your mask. Simon crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

"Damn, I guess I wear this bloody mask so much I forgot to pull it up," you cursed in a gravely voice. Simon sighed as he took a sip from his cup.

"You havin' fun?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You turned your nose up.

"I'm Simon Riley-I don't know how to have fun," you said in a more posh accent, a small smirk still making it's way onto your face. He nearly choked on his tea as his brows knit together.

"I know how to have fun," Simon said plainly. You took another sip of your piping hot drink.

"I dunno 'bout that," you said as you crossed your arms and stuck your nose up again. Simon shook his head, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he stood up. Your shoulders instantly raised as you rushed over to him.

"No, wait!" you said. Simon cocked a brow as you grasped his wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke fun at you," you frowned. Simon blinked before suddenly pulling you into a hug.

"'ts okay, sweetheart," he said as he rubbed your upper back. The mask squished against your mouth as you blushed against his chest. He pulled back, a more serious expression on his face now.

"Do you really think I'm no fun?" he asked. You shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

"A little," you muttered. Simon's eyes softened as he sighed.

"That why you dressed up as me?" he asked. You nodded, averting your gaze. Simon gave a small smile before cupping his hand beneath your chin, raising it up to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry-I guess I can be a bit of a stick in the mud at times," he grumbled. You bit the inside of your cheek as you shifted again. "Tell you what: how about since I'm still on leave tomorrow, I take you out to any place of your choice?" Simon grinned. Your eyes lit up as you nodded excitedly.

"O-Okay," you beamed. He matched your expression before suddenly lifting up your mask and pressing his lips to yours. He let them linger before he pulled back, resting his forehead on your own.

"Good deal," he chuckled.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle glanced up from his game when he saw you walk by wearing his cap. Not only that-you were fully decked out in his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots. He paused his game as he watched you walk towards the bedroom.

"Where you goin'?" he asked. You turned slightly, adjusting his cap on your head.

"Nowhere," you shrugged. Kyle cracked a grin as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Nowhere, hm?" he asked as he rose from his seat. You continued walking down the hall, drawing a laugh from him. "Care to at least explain why you've got my cap on?" Kyle questioned. You shrugged again, finally stopping at the threshold of your bedroom.

"You mean my cap?" you asked with a confused expression. Kyle bit the inside of his cheek before looking into the room. A whole pile of laundry was resting on your bed. He chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets.

"This isn't about me forgetting to do our laundry, is it?" he asked, tilting his head towards the room. Your nonchalant expression tightened, causing him to nod.

"Mhm. Quite the elaborate way to get my attention," he said as he flicked the bill of his cap. You sighed.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," you shrugged as you began to take the hat off. You raised your brows when Kyle pushed it back down.

"Keep it-it looks good on you," he winked. You blushed and smiled before he pecked your cheek.

"C'mon mini-me: let's tackle some laundry," Kyle said as he took your hand, leading you into the bedroom. The two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed. He glanced up and noticed that you weren't neatly folding the clothes like you usually do.

"Somethin' wrong, love?" he asked. You looked up.

"Nope," you replied as you continued to lazily fold the clothes. Kyle glanced back and forth between his assorted pile and yours. He cleared his throat before suddenly walking in front of you. Your eyes widened as he leaned forward, nearly pressing your back onto the mattress.

"Listen 'ere doll-we could continue playing this little game of yours...or we can play a better one if we hurry up and finish," he husked into your ear. You shivered beneath him and swallowed. "How's that sound?" Kyle asked with a cheeky grin. You bit your lip as you shifted beneath him, your pupils growing a little wider than before.

"T-That sounds nice," you admitted, glancing down at his pants. Kyle chuckled before gently pecking your lips.

"Good...'cause we haven't played co-op in Stardew Valley in forever, and I've been dying to finally get to Ginger Island!" he beamed as he pulled away. You blinked.

"Wait a minute-"

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Ay, what you doin’ bonnie?” Johnny smirked as he watched you pass through the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and boxers. You snorted and swung the fridge door open before rummaging through. Your boyfriend shook his head as he strolled over. He chuckled when you flinched as he placed his hands on your hips, squeezing them playfully. “I asked ye a question,” he whispered, his voice husky and raw. You shrugged.

“Sorry-guess I got so hungry I dinnae hear ye,” you said. Johnny blinked before bursting into laughter, his eyes creasing with amusement.

“That supposed to be my accent?” he asked as he kept his hands on your hips, massaging them gently.

“I dinnae ken,” you shrugged again as you grabbed the carton of milk. Johnny snorted before stepping back. He crossed his arms as he watched you swing the door shut with your elbow. You stared straight into his eyes before screwing the top off the carton and chugging down the beverage.

“Oh, now you’re just bein’ cheeky,” he gawked. You smirked as you gulped the last swig of milk down. He had to admit that he felt a little hot and bothered by the way you licked your lips, slurping the white liquid into your wet mouth. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand before setting the milk down on the counter.

“Ye done imitating me?” Johnny chuckled as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe,” you said as you mimicked him, crossing your own arms as well. Johnny sighed before shaking his head. You squeaked when he suddenly picked you up and set you down on the counter.

“You’re a cheeky lil’ thing, you know that?” he mused with a raised brow.

“I learned from the best,” you winked. Johnny clicked his tongue as his hands slid to your sides. You suddenly erupted into laughter as he blew a raspberry into your neck, his fingers tickling the bottom of your arms.

“J-Johnny!” you wheezed. He hummed as he blew another raspberry against your skin, drawing another roll of laughter from you. You could feel him smirk against your pulse as he whispered into your ear.

“You also know how dangerous it is for ye when I catch you wearin’ my clothes,” Johnny murmured. Your face flushed as he met your gaze, a cheeky grin on his face. “Yer not that stealthy, bonnie,” he chuckled. You scoffed and crossed your arms as he let his hands fall back down to your side.

“I just wanted to have a little fun,” you huffed. Johnny hummed before suddenly latching his lips over your pulse, drawing a soft moan from you. A low rumble came from his chest before he leaned up, his warm lips caressing the shell of your ear.

“Well then, let’s go 'head have a little fun right now, yeah?” he whispered playfully.

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