#ab workouts for lower stomach

[chillguy180]

Haven’t posted a body video in a while.

[freeonlineworkouts]

The 8 Most Effective Ab Workouts

1. Plank (Forearm and Side)

Why It’s Effective: Engages the entire core, including the deep stabilizer muscles.

How to Do It:

Forearm Plank: Place your forearms on the floor, elbows under shoulders. Keep your body in a straight line from head to heels.

Side Plank: Support your body on one forearm and the side of one foot, engaging your obliques.

Duration: Hold for 30-60 seconds.

Modification: Drop to your knees for less intensity.

2. Bicycle Crunch

Why It’s Effective: Targets the rectus abdominis and obliques simultaneously.

How to Do It:

Lie on your back, hands behind your head.

Bring your right elbow toward your left knee while extending your right leg, then alternate.

Repetitions: Perform 15-20 reps per side.

Tip: Avoid pulling your neck to prevent strain.

3. Hanging Leg Raise

Why It’s Effective: Focuses on the lower abs while improving grip strength.

How to Do It:

Hang from a pull-up bar, keeping your arms straight.

Slowly lift your legs to a 90-degree angle, then lower.

Repetitions: Perform 10-15 reps.

Modification: Bend your knees if straight-leg raises are too challenging.

4. Russian Twists

Why It’s Effective: Strengthens the obliques and improves rotational stability.

How to Do It:

Sit on the floor with your knees bent. Hold a weight or medicine ball.

Twist your torso side to side, keeping your core engaged.

Repetitions: 20 twists (10 per side).

Tip: Lift your feet off the floor to increase intensity.

5. Mountain Climbers

Why It’s Effective: Combines core activation with cardiovascular benefits.

How to Do It:

Start in a high plank position.

Drive your knees alternately toward your chest as quickly as possible.

Duration: Perform for 30-60 seconds.

Modification: Slow down to maintain proper form.

6. Dead Bug

Why It’s Effective: Targets the transverse abdominis while minimizing strain on the lower back.

How to Do It:

Lie on your back with your arms extended toward the ceiling and knees bent at 90 degrees.

Lower one arm and the opposite leg simultaneously, then return to the starting position. Alternate sides.

Repetitions: Perform 10-15 reps per side.

Tip: Keep your back flat against the floor.

7. Ab Rollout

Why It’s Effective: Challenges the entire core, especially the rectus abdominis.

How to Do It:

Kneel on the floor and grip an ab roller.

Roll the wheel forward slowly, extending your body as far as possible, then return.

Repetitions: Perform 10-12 reps.

Modification: Use a stability ball for added support.

8. Reverse Crunch

Why It’s Effective: Targets the lower abs with minimal strain on the neck.

How to Do It:

Lie on your back, arms by your sides.

Lift your hips off the floor, curling your knees toward your chest.

Repetitions: Perform 15-20 reps.

Tip: Move slowly for maximum control and engagement.

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[theonlybritishbombshell]

New lower stomach video out now!! https://youtu.be/dEdwMwnr6Ko

[runa-falls]

what a mess~

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader cw: smut, established relationship, superhuman stamina, overstimulation, cum EVERYWHERE, 'use a condom, it's too messy X(', 'bitch stfu i'll show you messy'..., so many sheets, reader is a pushover (bc I WOULD BE TOO) wc: 1k + a/n: i um... just take this and I'll go to a corner of a room and think ab what I've done.

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Having a superhero boyfriend is great – he gets you discounts at your favorite restaurant, he easily carries you home after a long night out at the bar, he saves you from getting kidnapped by his arch-nemesis for the fourth time this month (though isn’t that his fault in the first place?....) – but there are aspects of the relationship that you didn’t consider before. 

Apparently, with great power comes great… stamina. 

To put it plainly, Miguel’s (sex) drive is unheard of. You better clear out your schedule for the whole day because he can go for hours. And most nights, you can barely sit up after he fucks you.

You like that – or you did when you could afford to be sore every other day. You like how enthusiastic he is – how much he wants you. It makes you feel desired and beautiful. But it’s not just the intense workout you risk every time you steal a kiss that turns into more – it’s the number of times he can…finish. 

Every time you think he’s finished, he’s still hard and thrusting into you, overstimulating you until black stars start to fill your vision. 

It’s a mess in the end. 

You lay on top of him, filled to the brim, dripping all over his lower stomach and onto the sheets under you, breathing so hard you’re sure you’d rupture a lung. You feel like you’re barely conscious on the bed as your heart beats harshly against your chest from how hard you came. Hair sticks graciously against your forehead as your eyes struggle to stay open to see Miguel, who gently pulls out and watches his mess spill out of you. 

He whispers sweetly of how well you took him, how pretty you look all fucked out, how much he loves that he can turn you into a blabbering – mindless whore. Being the possessive man he is, he attempts to shove it back in, using two of his thick fingers to gather and push his essence back into you, hoping that, against all odds, it’ll take, despite the fact you take your birth control religiously. 

Of course, when he sees how your thighs shake and squeeze around his hand from the overstimulation of him fucking his fingers into you after you just came, he immediately gets hard again. 

He gazes down at you with apologetic red eyes as he bites his lip under a sharp fang, “I can’t help it when I see how wrecked your pussy is for me…”

It’s nice – it’s hot – but you end up having to change the sheets 5 times a week. He’s insatiable… well ok, you’re just as thirsty as your boyfriend, but the amount of maintenance you need for each session is ridiculous. You basically gave up washing your sheets after every fuck, and instead ordered several identical sets of bedding to make the process easier. 

Many sheets have been destroyed beyond recognition. Okay, maybe you’re being a bit overdramatic, but the amount of cum-stained sheets in your linen closet is insane. How are you supposed to hide this if you were to have guests over?!

After staring at the layers of folded-up and stained sheets that you’ve accumulated over the past few months, you decided you were going to do something about it. 

You can still have fun without the mess.

…right?

—

Miguel has you on your back at the end of the bed with your legs resting on the crook of his arms. You have on a cute little nightgown – white to symbolize purity (though what you were about to do was far from pure) – with nothing underneath. It was one you bought just to get a reaction out of him – and now you got it. 

He holds you open for him, regarding you like he would a special gift – though there’s nothing to really celebrate (unless you count his raging erection). He breathes harshly against your neck as he paints your skin with kisses and nips. You’re nearly folded in half with how closely he’s pushed against you, but you can barely recognize the mere tinge of soreness in your legs with how fluidly pleasure seems to travel from his lips down to the apex of your thighs. 

Miguel O’Hara, the strong, independent Spider-Man, is truly a mess in front of you. His once neatly ironed tie now hangs loosely around his neck, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned halfway down, and his hair a tangle of unruly curls. His fingers, now caressing your body, are already dripping in your slick from when he forced a couple of orgasms out of you right when he got home. 

You find a sense of satisfaction in the disheveled state of his appearance, relishing how his once meticulously groomed demeanor has been disrupted – how his eyes transition from their usual chocolatey brown to a striking blood red, how his lips swell sweetly with lust. 

Miguel groans deeply as he grinds his clothed hardness against your wet center, “Mm…I want you so bad.” He unbuttons and unzips his pants, sighing as he releases himself from the tight fabric. No underwear? 

“Wait, Mig." he pauses his movements, waiting patiently – prepared to do whatever you want. “Get a condom.” …Except maybe…that. 

“Condom?” He could barely hold back his sneer, but you could faintly hear the growl vibrate from his chest. 

“Mhm, we’ve been too messy lately. We can’t just keep buying new sheets every week!”

“...We could…”

“Miguel!”

“I don’t see what the problem is… this is just how it is.”

“But it’s too messy.”

“I thought my baby likes to be filled up…”

“...I-I mean, I do sometimes, but –”

“Don’t you like it when I get you all messy?” He leans in close, distracting you from denying him. “Have you dripping with me for days?” He presses closer, and you can feel his hard cock slip against your wetness, dragging against your sensitive clit. 

“Miguel.” You whine.

It’s so hard to deny this man.

“How about we just try to be more careful, hm?” He presses against you gently, nearly entering you, but not quite. It feels so good, the tip of him barely stretching past your entrance. 

“Okay…j-just this once though…” You surrender with a whisper.

[fitnessmantram]

Abs Workout || Abdominal workout || Abdominal workout |...

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[4theitgirls]

standing workout routines

under 30 minutes

10 minute standing side ab workout by mizi

10 minute standing abs by madfit

10 minute standing slim legs by mizi

10 minute standing abs by squatcouple

10 minute standing booty workout by mizi

10 minute standing abs by mizi

15 minute small waist by mizi

15 minute slim legs by mizi

15 minute standing abs & arms by madfit

15 minute arm workout by mizi

15 minute burn thigh fat workout by mizi

15 minute standing abs by mizi

15 minute standing abs by mizi

15 minute cardio hiit by nobadaddiction

15 minute 90 degree shoulder routine by mizi

20 minute standing weight loss by mizi

20 minute standing arm & back workout by mizi

20 minute full body strength & cardio by madfit

20 minute full body workout by mizi

20 minute standing hiit by mizi

20 minute full body dumbbell workout by mizi

20 minute toned upper body by mizi

20 minute standing booty workout by mizi

20 minute full body hiit by madfit

20 minute cardio hiit by nobadaddiction

20 minute standing hiit by madfit

20 minute full body dumbbells by mizi

20 minute bra bulge & back fat workout by mizi

21 minute kickboxing workout by squatcouple

24 minute full body workout by squatcouple

25 minute standing cardio hiit by olivia lawson

25 minute standing arms & abs by squatcouple

28 minute standing cardio for beginners by bigsis

28 minute cardio by squatcouple

30 minute standing hiit by eleni fit

30 minute pilates hiit by nobadaddiction

30 minute standing hiit w light weights by eleni fit

30 minute slim legs by mizi

30 minute standing arms & abs by olivia lawson

30 minute full body fat loss by mizi

30 minute cardio hiit by nobadaddiction

30 minute standing pilates strength by olivia lawson

30 minute fat loss by mizi

30 minute standing pilates by olivia lawson

30 minute full body workout by mizi

30 minute belly & thigh fat workout by mizi

30 minute standing pilates hiit by eleni fit

30 minute full body hiit w/ weights by eleni fit

30 minute standing cardio hiit by mizi

30 minute full body fat loss by mizi

30 minute standing dumbbell workout by olivia lawson

30 minute standing dumbbell cardio by olivia lawson

30 minute lose lower belly fat by mizi

30 minute full upper body by olivia lawson

30 minute slim upper body workout by mizi

30 minute dumbbell workout by mizi

35+ minute workouts

35 minute standing abs & hiit by squatcouple

35 minute cardio & abs by squatcouple

40 minute full body dumbbell workout by mizi

40 minute hourglass dumbbell workout by olivia lawson

40 minute flat stomach workout by mizi

40 minute full body fat loss by mizi

40 minute weight loss workout by mizi

40 minute small waist workout by mizi

45 minute abs & legs hiit by squatcouple

50 minute full body fat burn by mizi

50 minute standing full body workout by mizi

1 hour standing fat loss & abs by mizi

1 hour full body workout by olivia lawson

standing stretch routines

8 minute daily stretch by mizi

8 minute warm up by mizi

9 minute good morning warm up by mizi

10 minute daily stretch by mizi

10 minute warm up by mizi

[rafeandonlyrafe]

yoga

words: 1.2k

warnings: sexual assault!! (not from rafe), established relationship, brief violence but its nothing more serious than a shove, rafe is a bit grumpy at first but hes a softie for his girl

“can't believe you're dragging me to this dumb shit.” rafe grumbles, both yoga mats tucked under his arm.

“oh come on, it's an intermediate class! it'll probably be challenging.” you enter into the room, spotting a good place for your mats near the back of the room as you navigate through the people who arrived even earlier than you.

“besides.” you hum. “it's good to stretch those big muscles of yours.” you poke rafes bicep with a sly smile on your face, getting on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

rafe grumbles something under his breath, but the frown is gone from his lips as he lays out your mat and then his.

you both sit, arranging your other workout supplies, only one large water bottle shared between the two of you, rafe insists there's no need to bring two, liking when you're at the gym and have to come over to him to take a drink.

“people take their shoes off?” rafes face scrunches up as he looks around the room.

you can't help but giggle. “you don't have to if you don't want to, baby.”

“yeah, im definitely not.” rafe resists the urge to leave, call it quits on this class. he looks at you, reminding himself who he's doing this shit for.

“ive never taken this guy's class before, you know i always go to ashleys on tuesdays and thursdays.” you keep your voice lowered as the instructor walks into the room, greeting a few people before heading to the speakers to get the music for the class setup.

“yeah, i like ashley better than this guy.” rafe is extra thankful he agreed when you dragged him away from his weights. something about this guy already irks rafe.

you roll your eyes at rafe, chuckling softly.

“alright, hello everyone.” the instructor says, stepping to his mat at the front of the class. “i see some new faces so let me introduce myself. im christopher and this is intermediate yoga. if at any point a pose is too difficult for you, feel free to modify or drop into child's pose…”

he continues with his normal speal that you tune out, favoring to watch rafe in the reflection of the mirror, admiring your boyfriends handsome features.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath, too distracted to realize that the class had started as you quickly get into the first warm up poses.

the class flows naturally into the harder moves, the instructor walking around the room on occasion to double check no one is extending themselves too far or arching their back improperly when they're not supposed to.

you move into downward dog upon his instruction, your eyes flickering over to rafe as his shirt falls down his torso slightly, revealing his muscled abs.

you yell when a pair of hands suddenly grab your hips, pulling you a couple inches backwards.

“just correcting your form, dear.” christopher says.

you swallow harshly, feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment at being so distracted and shouting out.

“you okay?” rafe asks, not caring that the instructor is still standing just a few feet away.

“yeah.” you quickly nod. you know rafe is probably resisting the urge to beat the shit out of him for touching you, not realizing it's quite normal in these classes, although ashley always asks your permission beforehand.

“now lower yourself onto your stomach.” the instructor comes to stand behind you again, so you make sure you're doing everything properly with the highest level of fluidity you can.

“and now spread your legs. sit back into your heels and lower your belly button to the earth. arms extend forward for wide childs pose.”

you can practically feel the instructors eyes still on you, and you know from the way rafes head is lifted that he's paying very close attention to his movements.

he leans down next to you and places his hands on your thighs, going to adjust your pose again, but you gasp when his hands don't slide to your hips and instead onto your butt.

rafe is onto his feet in a flash. “get your fucking hands off her.”

he doesn't wait for the instructor to react, pulling him off of you and pushing him into the wall. you flip to sit, as everyone else in the room does to watch the scene unfold.

“i was just correcting her form!” he quickly defends himself.

“as if.” rafe scoffs. “you were fucking groping her ass. get the fuck out of here and i never want to see you at this gym again, consider yourself fired.”

“fired?” christopher shrieks. he's not a small man, but he looks pewny next to rafe. “you can't fire me!”

“would you rather me call the police on you?” rafe grunts. “i prefer to handle shit on my own but if that's what you want…”

“you can't prove anything.” christopher says.

“i… i saw it too.” a woman next to you stands up, coming to your defense even though she doesn't look 100% sure about it.

“and he touched me inappropriately the other week.” another woman stands up. “i thought i was just being sensitive but if he's doing this to other women…”

the rest of the class nods in agreement, clearly this is a pattern with this creep.

“now get the fuck out.” rafe shoves christopher away. “and never touch another person without their permission ever again.”

everyone's eyes are on christopher as he leaves, fleeing in obvious fear.

“baby-” rafe drops down onto his knees, both his hands cupping your face. “are you okay?”

“i-” you bottom lip quivers before tears run down your cheeks. rafe moves quickly, scooping you into his lap and holding you tightly against him, letting your emotions run their course.

he watches as the other women and couple spread out guys collect their mats, understanding they aren't getting a full class today before they head out of the room.

“im so sorry, baby.” rafe coos softly. “he'll never touch you again. i won't let anyone hurt you.”

you sniffle into his shirt, grappling with what just happened. you tilt your head up to look at rafe, needing to see the softness in his eyes.

“i love you.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you.” you tell him, moving quickly to press your lips together in an actual kiss, letting yourself find comfort in his mouth.

you pull away with a content sigh, wiping your face with your palms before you slide out of rafes arms. “im… im okay.” you say honestly, glad nothing further happened. “thanks to you.”

“come on.” rafe stands. “let's get our mats and get out of here. ice cream?”

“mhm.” you nod, knowing rafe is going to be doting over you for the rest of the week, keeping an even closer eye on you than usual.

you walk out of the yoga room and down the hallway into the lobby, seeing the crowd of people with mats tucked under their arm taking to the director of the gym.

“there he is!” the woman who spoke out about his inappropriate touching says. “there's our hero!”

you smile at rafe. your hero.

sfw taglist: @bejeweledreverie @winterrrnight @ethanthequeefqueen @ladyinbl00d

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Focus, Focus... ✞⛧

Warnings: sexual themes but no sex, intimacy, nudity, body worship, teasing, voyeurism, slight power dynamics, steam room setting at the end-

Word count: 2.6k

You're sitting on the couch with a book in your hands, but it's hard to focus. Really hard. Not because the book isn't interesting—okay, maybe it's not, but that's not the point. The real issue is the view across the room.

Vi's in the middle of a workout, and you cannot seem to tear your eyes away. She's been up for the past hour, using the living room as her impromptu gym, as usual. You've gotten used to her discipline when it comes to working out—her unrelenting drive to keep her body as strong as her spirit. But today, it's harder than ever to stay focused.

She's in the middle of doing pushups now, her body moving in fluid, controlled motions. Every time she lowers herself to the floor, her arms flex with powerful muscle, and when she pushes back up, you can see her shoulders shift, the defined muscle in her back contracting with each movement. Her form is flawless, and it's intensely distracting. The way her chest bounces slightly as she moves—god, that's not helping either.

Your fingers fumble with the pages of your book, but you're not reading it. Not even close. You're too busy watching how her body moves—how her legs spread just enough to show off the tattoos winding down her thighs, and how those same thighs swell slightly when she sinks into a squat. The material of her makeshift top—just a couple of bandages wrapped around her chest, nothing more—does little to conceal the raw power of her figure.

When she's doing sit-ups, her abs tense and flex in a way that makes you want to look away, but you can't. You're mesmerized by the way her stomach contracts with each movement. You know she's strong, you've always known, but seeing it in motion is a whole new level of appreciation. Every muscle, every inch of her body seems sculpted and toned in the most alluring way, and it's impossible to ignore.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters in through the windows, catching the faint sheen of sweat that's started to glisten on her skin. The sound of her breathing—steady and rhythmic—only adds to the intimacy of the moment, like you're the only two people in the world. It's almost hypnotic, the way she moves, the way she pushes herself, and the fact that she doesn't seem to notice your increasingly intense stare.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch, your book still open but forgotten, your heart beating a little too fast. You're trying to maintain your composure, to pretend that you're not completely falling apart on the inside, but it's getting harder by the second.

Vi does another squat, and when she rises back up, you watch the muscles in her thighs flex and stretch, her body moving with a grace that belies the raw power she holds. You swallow hard, biting back the urge to make a noise—something, anything that would reveal how much you're feeling right now. The ache in your chest, the fire in your stomach—it's all building up, and it's all because of her. Because of how she looks when she works out.

She glances over at you, catching your gaze just for a moment. Her lips curl into a small smile, but she doesn't stop what she's doing. She just keeps going, moving like she doesn't have a care in the world.

"You know," she says, breathless but teasing, "I could use a spotter, you know. You're just sitting there."

You blink, snapped out of your trance, your cheeks heating up as you try to quickly hide the fact that you've been staring at her. You cough, pretending to clear your throat as you look down at the book in your hands. "I'm, uh... I'm fine. Just, uh, reading."

Vi raises an eyebrow but doesn't push. She just shakes her head, her ponytail swishing slightly as she gets back into the groove of her workout. Her body is so toned, so perfectly in sync with the movements she's making, and you feel your breath catch in your throat every time she shifts. There's something hypnotic about it—the fluidity with which she moves, like a dancer, but also with the intensity of someone who's never going to back down.

"Come on," she calls out after a few moments, doing another squat. "Don't tell me you're gonna keep sitting there like that the whole time. You're distracting me."

Distracting you? You think, swallowing the lump in your throat. If anything, you're the one who's being distracted.

"I'm not," you say, the words coming out a little too fast. "I'm—uh—I'm just... enjoying the view."

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you immediately regret them when Vi smirks, her eyes glinting with that teasing spark you know so well.

"Oh, enjoying the view, huh?" she says, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Well, maybe I should make it more interesting for you."

You can't help but freeze at that. You know her, and you know that tone. It's the one she uses when she's about to push things a little further, when she knows she has you wrapped around her finger without even trying.

You try to hide the nervousness that starts to bubble up in your chest, but she's already giving you that look. The look that says she knows exactly what she's doing, and she knows exactly what effect it's having on you.

But instead of doing anything to make it worse, she just smiles and shifts gears, moving into a plank position. Her arms are strong, her abs taut as she holds herself up, her body forming a perfect line from her head to her toes. She's holding the position effortlessly, but every time she shifts just slightly, you catch glimpses of her muscles, the strength in her body that's so evident in every movement. It's incredibly attractive, and you're helpless to look away.

When she finally lowers herself back down to the floor and sits up with a satisfied grunt, she looks over at you again. You're still holding the book—barely—but you're not reading. Not anymore. There's only her. Always her.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Vi announces, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "You coming with me?"

The question sends a jolt through your body, and for a moment, you hesitate, wondering if you can survive this level of intensity. You've always been comfortable with her, but something about the way she's looking at you now, all sweaty and confident, makes your pulse race.

"Maybe later," you say, though the words come out more breathless than you intended. "I'm fine here."

She gives you another knowing look before she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you to deal with the rush of emotions, the mix of admiration and desire, that has you rooted to the spot.

You hear the shower start, and for a moment, you wonder how much longer you'll be able to pretend that you aren't completely and utterly captivated by her. By her strength, her beauty, and everything in between.

You're so in love with her, you think to yourself, sitting back on the couch with your book in your lap—still unread. But as the sound of water running fills the space around you, you can't help but smile to yourself. This, you realize, is what happiness feels like.

Suddenly, the book in your hands feels like a foreign object. You glance over at the bathroom door, the sound of water cascading from the shower growing louder. Every part of your body aches with the desire to be near her, to be as close as possible to the woman who has you wrapped around her finger in every way.

With a frustrated groan, you throw the book down onto the couch. It's not like you were actually reading it anyway, and the thought of just sitting there pretending to be distracted by it makes your stomach twist with impatience. Vi's in there, all sweaty and radiant, and you're done pretending you can focus on anything else.

You rise from the couch quickly, your heart hammering in your chest as you make your way toward the bathroom. Your footsteps are light but deliberate, your mind focused on the one thing that's been occupying every thought you've had in the past hour: her.

The door's already cracked open when you approach, and you can see the steam beginning to fog up the mirror. You take a deep breath, your pulse quickening as you push the door open, revealing Vi, standing under the spray of water. Her skin glows under the warm light, a mixture of sweat and water making her look even more alluring than usual. Her pink hair is damp, clinging to her neck in wet tendrils, and her muscles—those strong, defined muscles you've been watching all morning—seem even more powerful in the steam-filled air.

She doesn't turn around at first, seemingly lost in the sensation of the water running down her back, but the moment you step fully inside, she glances over her shoulder, her smirk widening as she catches sight of you.

"Thought you might join me," she says, her voice low and teasing, her eyes dark with amusement. There's something in the way she says it that sends a shiver down your spine—like she's been waiting for this, just as much as you have.

You stand there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You can't help but let your eyes drink in the sight of her: the way her muscles ripple as she shifts, the way the water runs down her body like she's some kind of goddess. Your mouth feels dry, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you finally speak.

"I couldn't just stay out there," you confess, your voice hushed. "Not when you're in here looking... like that."

Vi chuckles softly, a low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flip. "Like what?" she asks innocently, though the glint in her eye tells you she already knows the effect she's having on you. "Just a little sweaty, a little worn out from my workout. Nothing too special."

You take a step closer, moving toward her until you're standing just outside the shower, your breath quickening as the steam swirls around you. "You're everything," you murmur, your gaze falling to her chest, where the water runs in rivulets down her skin. The sight of her body, even in all its sweaty, post-workout glory, is enough to make your knees weak.

Vi eyes you with an amused yet possessive look. "You're getting all worked up over me, huh?" she teases, but her voice has that soft undertone to it that tells you she's enjoying every second of this. "Maybe you should get in here and cool off."

Without breaking your gaze, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it off swiftly, then your jeans, tossing them aside in the corner of the shower to keep them from getting soaked. The warmth of the water cascades over your skin as you step into the shower, the steam wrapping around you both like a thick blanket. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of her: Vi, standing there, the water dripping from her body in a steady stream, her muscles soft and defined in the best way. Her skin has a healthy sheen to it, still glistening from her workout, and her posture—so confident and strong—takes your breath away.

You can't help but stare at her, mesmerized by how her body moves, how her curves are accentuated by the way the water glides down her chest and sides. Her breasts, still firm with the exertion of her workout, shift slightly with every breath, and you find yourself fixated on the way her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The water beads along the curve of her neck, pooling at the dips of her collarbones, and you ache to run your fingers along the smooth, wet skin.

As she shifts slightly, turning to face you, you catch the faint outline of her muscles—those beautifully sculpted arms, the strength in her back as it ripples beneath the steam. You can see the way her biceps flex as she moves, the subtle play of muscle in her shoulders as they shift with her every movement. Her thighs are strong and firm, and the muscles in her calves ripple slightly as she shifts her weight.

The curve of her waist narrows down to her hips, and your gaze lingers there, admiring the way her body is the perfect combination of strength and femininity. The sight of her powerful, muscular legs, the way they move with an effortless grace, makes something deep in your gut tighten with both longing and admiration. You can't tear your eyes away, your mind intoxicated by the way her body has been shaped by hard work and dedication. And then there's the subtle curve of her belly, where the muscles contract with every breath, every movement.

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Vi teases, her voice a soft purr, and it snaps you out of your trance. Her eyes sparkle, half-amused, half-playful, as she catches the way your gaze lingers over her body.

You swallow hard, your lips parting slightly as your heart races. You're caught, but you don't even care.

"I just..." you stammer, trying to find the words, but they don't come. Your thoughts are too scattered, too overwhelmed by the sight of her. "You're perfect."

Vi grins at the compliment, her lips curling up in that way that always drives you wild. But she doesn't leave it at that. She steps forward, just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her body, the steam between you thick and heavy, and for a moment, you're caught in the sheer power of her presence.

You stand frozen for a heartbeat, unable to look away, as she leans in, her body brushing against yours in that teasing, seductive way she knows drives you mad. The water runs over her chest, making her skin glisten like liquid gold, and her scent—something faintly floral but earthy—is intoxicating as it fills your senses.

You step closer to her, feeling the proximity of her body heat pull you in like a magnet, until you're just inches apart. You can feel the water droplets on your skin, but it's the way she feels against you—her body pressing lightly against yours—that leaves you breathless. Her muscles flex as she shifts, the soft press of her body against yours reminding you of how strong and yet soft she is.

Vi lifts her hand, brushing the back of her fingers against your collarbone, a gentle touch that somehow sets your skin on fire. You close your eyes for a moment, just feeling her, knowing that you're exactly where you want to be—close to her, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the undeniable tension between you. The sound of the water falling is the only background to the soft catch of your breath as she moves even closer, her body now pressed against yours, the heat of her skin an overwhelming sensation.

Your hands find her hips, guiding her even closer, as your heart beats faster in your chest. You lean in and kiss her, slow at first, a tender meeting of lips, but as the kiss deepens, everything else fades into the background—the water, the steam, the sound of your hearts racing in time. All that matters is the feel of her lips, the warmth of her body against yours, and the simple fact that you're here with her, in this moment, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

[freeonlineworkouts]

How to Get a Flat Lower Stomach?

[jammiee097]

little fuck toy

Warnings: 3racha x reader, threesome, shower sex, eating out, jerking, sucking dick, getting caught, friends with benefits, taking nude pictures, handcuffs, dirty talk, slut calling, cursing.. let me know if I forgot something 🙈🙈..

but most likely enjoy :)

My eyes went to the sound of the door immediately. It meant Changbin and Chan came home from the gym. I was so horny I just needed chan so much.

Chan and I have been FWB for over 4 months now, and I absolutely love it. I can just fuck him almost every time I feel horny, no more use of my own fingers, but his long dick. My mouth began watering of that thought.

'Y/n?' He said and looked inside the house. I turned up from the couch immediately. I was wearing my pink gym trousers which displayed my so lovely ass, and one of my tank tops, the same color. I knew he loved me in this.

He smiled and walked towards me, while Changbin went to the shower directly. 'Did you have a nice workout?' I ask looking at his sweaty forehead, his compression shirt so tight I could see his little abs. His grey sweatpants fitting him so nicely. 'Yeah, it was alright. You look extremely nice.' He says and looks at me questioning. I smiled and slowly turned around. I could hear a soft breath losing his mouth at the look of me. 'Did it for you..' I say, I look around seeing Han sitting on the couch. I stand on my toes trying to whisper something to chan. 'I'm soaking baby.. you need to do something about it..' I put his hand under my pants, letting him feel my pussy through the fabric.

Again a soft whimper left his mouth when He felt how wet I was for him. 'God your so sexy..' He says, 'Wanna hop in the shower?' He says, I nod.

walking over to the shower we couldn't resist anymore. I stopped him in the hallway, putting my arms around his neck kissing his soft lips. He gave him immediately, putting one of his hands on my hip and the other squeezing my ass. I moan softly between his lips of the grip he has on me. He slaps my ass, hard, feeling the frustration he has. I put my legs around his waist and he walked over to the door still kissing me.

Once we opened the door, We heard moans already.

'Fuck~ baby..'. We look at each other, getting of his waist and turning around. I look over at the shower, Changbin standing in the shower with his phone. jerking himself off. So enjoyed in his own pleasure he didn't even see us. His head facing the sealing as he fastened his pace. 'That nice ass, fuck~' He moans again.

Chan coughs. making the aroused changbin react. 'Oh fuck~' He says, his eyes wide, while trying to cover his hardened dick he let his phone flip out of his hands on the marmer floor. I gladly walk over to pick up his phone. 'Changbin you really need to close- IS THAT ME?' I say looking at his phone. He snatches his phone out of my hand. 'Go away. Im showering.' He says waving with his hand. Chan already walking out. 'No, Was that me? that was me huh? Are you jerking off to me?' I say and look at his eyes. 'What, no..' He says. 'Let me see your phone then, cause I clearly saw my face.' I say and cross my arms. making my boobs look bigger. I look at his eyes growing slightly bigger. I smirk and lick my lips slowly, trying to drive him crazy. 'Fuck it, yeah it was you.' He says and shows his phone.

I look at his phone, displaying a photo of me in my bikini on the beach, laying on my stomach displaying my ass real good. 'Chan?' I ask and walk over to him. 'Are you in for some pleasure?' I say and smirk. 'You want us both?' He says. I nod. 'Alright.'

I put off my pants leaving me in my pastel pink thong with white lace and my tank top. lowering myself on my knees in the shower, Taking changbin's fat cock into my hands. 'Do you mind?' I say slowly licking from balls to tip. 'Fuck no.' He says and plays with a lock of my hair. I smile pumping him, giving it kisses while looking him deeply in his eyes. 'So gorgeous.' He groans. I take him into my mouth slowly pumping him. Spitting on his dick, using my tongue trick on him while he began being a moaning mess.

I could feel chan behind me, also on his knees kissing my neck, shoulders. His hand wear on my waist slowly going under my top, my top was already draining in shower water, making it clear to see my matching pink bra under it. 'Can I take this off baby..' He whispered into my ear, biting softly in it. I nod. making changbin moan of my mouth movements.

I pull him out of my mouth and let chan pull of my top. His hands go to my bra squeezing my tits with no mercy. It makes me moaning around Changbins dick, making him more desperate for me. 'Go on chan, Fuck this feels good. dirty fucking slut.' He says putting his hands on the back of my head slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel chan his smirk onto my neck. his hand goes over my stomach on to my thong. He teases by going from left to right just under the waistband. When he kissed my neck several times he finally put two fingers in, finding my clit and making petite circles on it, making me moan.

'Fuck baby, that feels good.' Changbin says and fastens his pace, fucking me in my mouth. I Choke slightly of his thick dick. 'I- Shit, I can't take any longer, your mouth is so fucking warm baby.' He says, chan going a bit faster on my clit. the pleasure is much, but I could bare it. 'Fuck im gonna cum. im gonna-' And with one last thrust of changbin I could feel his cum shooting at the back of my throat. He lets go of my head. I smile, a little cum dripping out of my mouth. Chan removes his hand wiping away the cum with his thumb.

'Lick baby.' He says and I lick the cum off his thumb. Chan and I fully unclothe and step with him under the shower, chan his dick already hard. I wanted to drop onto my knees when they both stopped me. 'Nah Princess, you already did enough turn around to the wall.' Chan demands, stroking his dick slightly.

the tiles of the bathroom wall feeling cold against my body. 'Bent a little.' He says, his hands on my waist positioning me. 'Just like that... Ah Fuck~' He says filling me up without a warning. 'So tight babygirl.' He says slowly moving in and out of my dripping pussy. I moan loudly. He fastens a little with every thrust, making little whimpers into the air around us. His hand squeezing my waist lightly everytime he thrusts into me.

In the mean time Changbin went out to dry himself. looking at us the whole time, my face turned to him. His big muscle arms flexing with every move he makes, making me lick my lips. 'Liking the view babygirl?' Changbin says throwing away his towel. His hair slightly wet, his big body looking so delicious. In the mean time a jealous chan started thrusting deeper and harder into me. 'Hey, don't look at him like that.' He says. I moan before saying anything, 'So what?' I say and smirk at changbin. He cups my face. 'So lovely.' He says. 'Hell nah, she's a fucking slut, wanting two dicks. Can't even enjoy this one.' He says angrly slapping my ass. 'Fuck chan, that hurted.' I say looking at him. 'Don't get mad, your own fault.' He says and smirks. pushing himself extra deep, touching my g-spot. I moan out loud, 'do that again, im sorry baby.' I say, he thrusts into me very deeply, pulling away my butt cheeks. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum.' I say and touch my clit. Chan snatches my hand. 'Hell nah.' he says again and places my hand on the wall again. 'You don't get to touch yourself princess.' He whispers leaving kisses on my back.

Chan goes from slow and deep, to extremely fast. the sloppy sounds being louder, his balls slapping against my cunt. his hands on my waist making me thrust into him more and more. 'Fucking slut.' He says. The only thing I can do is moan, my pussy slightly hurting from the amount of movement. 'Fuck.. Im gonna cum, your gonna be so full of cum baby.' He says and slaps my ass again, enjoying seeing it jiggle. He comes seconds later, the same with me, making my legs shake a little. He turns me around kissing me roughly, his tongue slipping inside of me, the water still running down on us.

'Come on darling, gonna pleasure you more.' Changbin says and tilts me up to his bedroom. He throws me on his bed, hair still wet, body still wet, pussy still wet enough. Chan comes in too, two pink sets of handcuffs in his hands. He puts them on my wrists closing the other end to the pole of the bed. only my legs still free. 'What are you guys..' Changbin picks up his phone, taking a photo of me laying on his bed, completely naked.

'Who are you sending that too.' I say and look at them. They both laugh. 'Doesn't matter darling, you are ours to ruin.' Chan says climbing on the bed to kiss me on my lips. his legs locking me in between him. 'You're so beautiful princess.' He says and kisses down my stomach. 'Now im gonna eat you out like the dirty girl you are.' He softly says smirking at me. I try to look down at him. Licking my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I moan softly. both his hands on my thighs. He kisses them to tease me. 'No go back.' I say. He comes up. 'Aww, no begging princess. Guess that's one edge in.' He whispers making me gasp.

He starts eating me out, licking my pussy from my hole to my clit. I arch my back out of the pleasure, closing my eyes. changbin went to stant next to me. 'open your eyes baby.' He says and looks at me. 'You gonna be a good girl to us?' He asks. I poutly nod yes, wanting to moan loud.

Chan has always been good at eating me out, that flat tongue of him being so large it could everything with me, enough saliva to actually make me finish so nicely. 'Taste so good.' He moans against my clit. 'Fuck chan, im gonna cum.' I say arching my back.

'Well, cause that will be with someone else.' Changbin says. I look at him, not understanding him. He just smiles and flicks chan on his shoulder. Chan stops and kisses my lower stomach one last time before leaving.

I groan out of irriation. Being all confused.

then I hear someone on in the hallway talking to him.

'I'll do my best.' He says and then appears in the doorframe.

'Hey wonderful. in a need to cum?' He says and licks his lips at the sight of me.

Han standing in the entrance of changbin his room. His dick displaying on the fabric of his shorts. He rubs his crotch through his pants looking at me. 'Talk to me.' He says. 'Yes.' I say and he just smirks. He pulls down his pants, not all the way just low enough to pull out of his dick. he places himself on my entrance and thruts into me. 'You looked so good in the picture baby.' He leans over me, kissing my neck while slowly thrusting into me.

'Making me hard immediately.' He whispers making me gasp moan. 'Fuckk~' I say and arch my back a little. He just giggles and graps my hips, thrusting me onto him faster. 'Did those guys tell you how good you felt? mhm?' He says. I shake my head. 'No? you feel so good darling, so fucking thight.' One of his hands leaving my waist for a second. Putting the end of his shirt into his mouth. then placing it on my waist again. 'Gonna make me feel good mhm?' he muffles out. I nod. 'Good girl.'

He thrusts deeper and harder into me, more like chan did in the shower. I moan and whine for his name, dick and everything else. he felt so good. 'yeah yeah. gonna fuck..' He says slowing a bit down. He presses his thumb on my clit rubbing it fast, making me choke on my moans. He thruts into me more and then when I know it, We both come at the same time. He falls down next to me.

Both trying to catch our breaths. Changbin and chan come walking into the room. Changbin having a cup of water into his hands, and Chan a black hoodie of his to put onto you. 'Our little fuck toy mhm?' He says petting my head after putting on the hoodie.

I giggle before taking a sip of water.

[xxsugarbones]

WORKING OUT WITH TOJI F.

-just joining your big beefy boyfriend Toji for his workout routine 💕

inspired by @starzu’s “Exercising with your boyfriend” fic found v

cw - fem!reader, plus size!reader, Toji is a real stinky boy but you love it, you sniff him (ya lil nasty), exercising (he’s doing push-ups, you sit on his back), biting, Toji folds you like a pretzel at the end, everything is recorded (consensual)

wc - 1.3k

|| an - Y’all I haven’t even watched JJK yet but I am so feral for Toji it’s not even funny. I love me a deadbeat dead man who could throw me around like a ragdoll if he so pleases 😩

Thinking about exercising with Toji.

He’s doing push-ups in the middle of the living room, all the furniture pushed off to the sides to make room for his bulky body, and a small tripod set up on the coffee table, his phone recording his workout routine so he could watch it back later and decide what he needed to improve on.

You were his good little cheerleader, sitting your plump frame on his broad back, your legs crossed and your hands resting on his shoulders.

At first you’d been hesitant to sit on his back because you were afraid you were too heavy for him, but he had assured you that it would be a good workout for him, that your “pretty little body” would be the perfect weights for him. So, like a good girl, you’d agreed so he didnt have to go dig out his actual weights. (Plus, you would have to be the one to lift them and put them on his back, and you knew very well that would not be a possibility, considering just how heavy they were.) And honestly, it shouldn’t have surprised you that he proceeded with no trouble at all.

He’s been at it for about half an hour now, occasionally taking little breaks by laying on the floor, while you shifted yourself back to straddle his thighs to give him a chance to breathe.

But it wasn’t ever too long before he got back into it, telling you to “sit your pretty ass back down on my back”.

“You got this baby! Doing so well!” You cheered on, leaning down again to rest your hands on his shoulders. His neck and shoulders were damp with sweat, his muscle tank clinging to his skin and loose strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. He kept his sharp, green eyes focused on the ground, just trying his best to even out his breathing and keep himself in line, but it was getting very difficult with the feeling of your body weight and heat sitting atop him. But he stopped, lowering himself down flat to the ground when you tapped his shoulder three times.

“Lemme try something.” You started. You didn’t get much of a response other than a grunt from the man, who just wanted to continue his workout now that he was in the thick of it. You took that as your cue, shifting your body into a different position. Now you lay down on his back, stomach and chest against his toned muscles, and your arms wrapped around his slutty slim waist, and your nose nuzzled into his neck with a smile on your lips.

‘’m all sweaty, babe, don’t do that.” He huffed, but didn’t say much else as he once again started his push-ups, feeling you smile into his sweaty skin. This was much more comfortable for you. He grumbled out something about you being ‘gross’, which only made you laugh in response.

“But you smell good!”

“I stink.”

“I like you stinky.” Was your response, your hands sliding up underneath the hem of his tank and feeling his sweaty abs. A combined shiver ran through the both of you at the contact- your cool hands against his warm flesh, and he muffled a soft groan by sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You smiled, nose brushing along the tense muscles in his neck and just to prove your point, you tucked your head just beneath his jawline, and took a deep inhale.

“You’re real gross, princess.” He scoffed, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as best he could but really only catching a glimpse of the top of your head. You laughed, pressing a kiss to the juncture between his neck and shoulder, and humming against the warm skin.

“Yeah but you love it.” You shot back, hands continuing to move around his body. One slid up his abs, moving further and further up his body until it hovered above his chest, the palm of your hand brushing against his nipple and making him tense again. You grinned, gently twisting and tugging at it.

“Gotta stay focused, baby, not much longer now and you’re done.” You teased, moving your lips to his neck again, your teeth ever so softly digging down into the skin, making a point to scrape your sharp canine teeth into the muscle. The groan you managed to rip from Toji was heavenly, and he could feel his already semi-hard cock twitching to life the longer your teeth were sunk into him.

“Playing a dangerous game there.” He hissed, but you paid no mind, just biting down a little harder. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he had flipped your position. He rolled you over so your soft body hit the carpet with a soft ‘thump!’, and he quickly shifted his body above yours so he was pinning you down to the ground, one of his massive hands grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

“Toji!” You squeaked, looking up to the taller man with widened eyes, and your thick thighs squeezing together at the sexual tension between the two of you that you were suddenly hyper aware of. Toji’s free hand grabbed onto one of your thighs, yanking it open and holding the underside as he hurled it up and over his shoulder, the heel of your foot digging into the back you had just been laying on not even minutes before.

“Nu-uh, princess, don’t act all shy now when you’ve been actin’ needy this entire fuckin’ time.” He moved his hips forward, pressing his hips against yours, finally making you aware of the little problem you’d caused him during his workout. You whimpered, rolling your hips upwards to grind against him, making Toji sneer, looking down to where your hips connected.

“How ‘bout we do a little workout together, huh?” He started, letting go of your wrists to grab onto your other thigh, hoisting it up onto his other shoulder. Your hips were up and off the ground now, and he leaned his body weight forward, pressing down into you so your thighs pressed against the swell of your stomach and chest. The angle ever so slightly constricted your breathing, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make your brain fuzzy with the excitement for what was about to happen.

“You’re gon’ stretch your muscles for me, and I’m gonna fuck this pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He proposed, his hands smoothing down your thigh to push away the oversized shirt you had stolen from him (despite being a bigger girl, his shirts were still big on you, something drool-worthy), letting it roll up your body to expose your plush stomach, then making his way down to tug at your panties, pulling them flush against your pussy, and moaning at the sight of the wet patch that slowly soaked through the thin fabric. You whined, bucking your hips up towards his face.

“L-Like yoga?”

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Toji chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your clit through your panties. You whined again, grappling onto the carpet beneath you as he pulled the fabric aside, then used his other hand to quickly pull down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift movement.

“Just keep these gorgeous legs up for me and we won’t have a problem.”

-

By the time you two were finished, Toji had to safely tuck that little video of his “workout” into his ‘HIDDEN’ album in his camera roll. But if you ask him, it was a pretty damn good workout.

[ahimhere]

Steamy

genre: smut

pairing: gymrat!Sanxgymrat!Yeosangxfem!reader

au/summary : What are work out buddies for?

waring: explicit smut

rating: 18+

wc: 1444

"I mean, what's a better workout?"

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warning: threesome, oral(m and f), double penetration, pet names(pretty), safe sex(woohoo), size kink (if you squint), swearing, lube

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"Get one more set in."

"Absolutely not San, I will DIE at this rate."

"Don't complain when you don't have gains like me." San flexed his muscles, proud of the physic he created. "Look at Yeosang, he followed through."

You looked over at Yeosang, who was doing arm curls. Though he wasn't as big as San, you couldn't deny his muscles and damn did he look good.

You reached out to Yeosang about a month ago, hoping he would help you out in the gym, but he recommended that his friend San was a better fit. DId San look good, absolutely.

HIs biceps and quad muscles were to die for, and his toned abs. It was impossible not to drool over him. BUT his workouts were way too intense. You weren't sure how he expected you to keep up.

"Yeo..help me out. He about to kill me." You whined out, hoping to get help from your friend.

Yeosang finished his set, re racked his weight and approached you both.

"Did you take your vitamins?" He said checky, obviously siding with San.

"What- no. Why would I-"

"That's your problem. If you took your vitamins this would be easy for you." San hummed in agreement.

"Gotta keep your body healthy inside and out. One more set now!"

You groaned, obviously losing this battle. You finished the last set of 20 of you ab crunches and got up.

"Can I go home now? I feel like death."

You were completely ignored as the two males were having their own private conversation. Mumbling amongst themselves.

"Hello? Did you guys hear me?" You tapped Yeosang on his shoulder causing him to jump.

"Huh? Oh no. What did you say?" Yeosang asked, looking over to San nervously.

"I. Am. Going. Home." You turned on your heel, ready to grab your water bottle and head for the door when San grabbed your arm.

"Me and Yeosang have one more workout for you, if you're down."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "San you don't think I can actually take another one of you guys workout today do you?"

"What about sex?" San said bluntly, not wasting anymore time.

"Sex? Like sex, sex? With the both of you?" Your eyes darted back and forth between the two men, surprised about what was mentioned.

"I mean, what's a better workout?" Yeosang said. "And at least you would have fun."

Your brain was still trying to catch up. Sex with the both of them? Now? How did they get to this conclusion?

"We've seen the way you've been staring at us. Drooling over our muscles and body." San said. "You can touch them if you want."

Your mind completely in a fog, you reached up and touched both their biceps. Their strong muscles felt in the palm of your hand. Their skin was so soft but their muscles were so rough. You slowly started stroking your hands up and down their arm. Feeling every inch of their arm.

You hadn't realized when they sandwiched you in between them, San in the front, Yeosang behind you, until you felt Yeosang's lips on your neck, causing you to moan.

"If you want us to stop, just say so." San spoke softly, rubbing his hands down your waist, reaching the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to expose your stomach.

He bent down and kissed around your stomach and belly button, causing butterflies to build up inside you. Yeosang on the other hand was attack your neck, kissing and licking the area.

You moaned softly, loving having them both on you, giving you attention. San's hands roamed around your lower body, groping and rubbing your thighs, hips and ass while Yeosang lifted your shirt off you, moving his hands to your chest and fondled your breast.

After minutes of them toying with your body, Yeosang lifts you up and carries you to the nearby bench. He lays you down while San proceeds to strip you completely before removing his own shirt. Yeosang walks towards your legs and kneels down in front of you.

"You don't mind if I have a taste, do you?"

You shake your head no. Before you knew it Yeosang had his mouth pressed against you. Licking, sucking, slurping all of your juices, leaving nothing.

You threw your head back and moaned only to see San over you, dick in hand. "You look so pretty like this."

You open your mouth widely, inviting him in. He smiled and didn't hesitate. He slid himself down your throat, groaning at its warmth. He held onto your chin as he slowly pulled back out.

"Shit pretty, you can't keep moaning while I'm in there.." You couldn't help it. Yeosang’s tongue was working your clit, the pleasure was unbearable.

San slowly thrusted in and out of you, groaning in the process. "Use your tongue a little." You did as he asked, causing him to groan louder and thrust faster.

Yeosang slipped his fingers inside, matching San's pace in your throat. You could only moan loudly, vibrating into his dick. Yeosang took himself out his shorts and began stroking himself quickly, moaning against you. It only took a few moments before you guys came. San down your throat, Yeosang into his hand and you into Yeosang's mouth.

San pulled out and sat on the floor catching his breath while Yeosang fell back to do the same. A few minutes passed with only the sounds of you guys breathing before San stood up and walked over to his bag.

He returned shortly and threw a condom at Yeosang. He ripped it open and placed it onto himself.

"Ready pretty?"

Before you could answer San picks you up and places your legs over his arms, forcing your back to be pressed against his chest.

You see Yeosang finish placing the condom onto himself before giving himself a few strokes. He approached me and kissed your neck.

"You ready?" You nodded as he slid inside you. You threw your head onto San's shoulder which he used to kiss your neck.

Yeosang thrusted into you, holding onto your hips. "Gosh, you're so tight."

His thrusted only became faster as your moans became louder. You had almost forgotten San was there until Yeosang stopped and San pushed you forward so you were leaning onto Yeosang's chest.

"It might hurt a little, Pretty, Okay?"

San positioned himself at your hole while Yeosang was still inside. He grabbed a bottle of lube off the floor and poured some onto himself and you.

San pushed forward, slowly inserting himself inside. You yelled out in pain, never having two dicks inside you before. Yeosang rubbed your back and kissed your head and checked, trying to comfort you.

Before you knew it, San was completely inside you. You felt completely full and warm.

"Just let us know when you're ready." San said.

It took a few minutes until the pain no longer existed. You nodded, finally ready for someone to move. "You can move now."

San slowly slid out and back him. His thrusting while Yeosang remained still felt unreal. You could only moan out as the pleasure started to overcome your body.

Before you could ask San to move faster, Yeosang started thrusting, Him pulling out while San was thrusting in. There wasn't a single moment where you weren't filled with either of them.

You moaned into Yeosang's neck, completely overcome with pleasure. San leaded forward and began kissing on your neck, not leaving any marks. Yeosang took the opportunity to do the same on the other side.

Being between their muscular, warm bodies. Being filled completely by them and engulfed by their moans were heavenly. You felt your release fast approaching and so was theirs. San lifted you up so you were once again resting on his chest and began thrusting in turn with Yeosang, thrusting in you alongside him.

Your head found it spot on San's shoulder once again as you moaned loudly. Their pace quicked as they moaned and groaned just a loud as you. After a couple more thrust you became undone. A quiet moan escaped as that was all you could manage.

Yeosang slipped out first and came into his condom. He laid on the floor, gasping for air. San thrusted a couple more times before pulling out himself and cumming. After his high ended he placed you on the floor and laid down next to you.

"A better workout right?" He said between breaths.

"Oh shut up San." You rolled your eyes and turned towards Yeosang.

"But we could do it again right?" Yeosang asked you.

"Of course."

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AHHHHH Ive done it!!!

I have at least on post for each memeber. HJ and WY doesn't have a nsfw one but that will be fixed in due time!! I'm gonna finish my pirate on next and post some short fluff until then.

ANYWAYS I hope you ENJOY

[mehbles]

Letting go: Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1: Reflections

Jake had always been the guy everyone noticed when he walked in a room. Tall, broad-shouldered, and naturally athletic, he hadn’t needed to work half as hard as his teammates to keep his chiseled build. At six feet two inches, he had the frame that people envied: solid, carved, and powerful. Back in college, he’d been 200 pounds of lean muscle, the kind of build that looked invincible. Now, at thirty-two, standing in the locker room mirror, he couldn’t ignore how much he’d changed.

He let his eyes travel down his own reflection, sizing up the new contours of his body. His shoulders were still broad, his arms still thick, but beneath that, his shape had softened and spread. His chest, once sharply defined, had lost some of its firmness; his pecs had grown softer, no longer quite as square. They even gave a slight jiggle when he moved his arms.

His gut was the real shock, though. Sitting snug and round, it pushed gently against his workout shorts. He poked it, feeling the thickness, the slight give under his finger. When he twisted side to side, it wobbled just enough to remind him how much it had changed. He reached down to grab a handful of it, feeling the weight and softness of this thick layer of fat that he couldn’t have imagined back in his college days. There was a time when his core had been solid, cut with the lean ridges of muscle that defined everything he did. Now, that definition was buried beneath a plush, heavy layer that seemed to settle deeper every year.

Curious, Jake shifted from one foot to the other, watching how his belly moved. It bounced with each step, settling in a slight jiggle as he came to a stop. The weight of it surprised him; it seemed to pull forward, a constant, undeniable presence he felt with every move. Lowering himself onto the bench, he felt his stomach press out even further, pushing up against his thighs. The simple act of sitting felt different now; his belly spread out, pressing against his lap, rounding and bunching in a way he wasn’t used to. He leaned forward to tie his shoes, and his gut bunched into a soft roll, pressing up against his chest, forcing him to adjust his stance to accommodate it. The sensation was both strange and grounding, reminding him of just how much had changed.

As he stood back up, he couldn’t help but notice how his thighs brushed together, how even the smallest movements seemed to make his flesh shift and ripple. When he twisted his torso, his sides felt softer, a small roll forming along his lower back and belly. He remembered the sharp lines of his abs, how every angle had been firm and hard. Now, there was a plush thickness that wrapped around his waist, giving him an unfamiliar, heavier kind of bulk.

He couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. There was the nostalgia of remembering his younger body, the thrill of being an athlete in his prime. But there was also a strange satisfaction in the solid heft he carried now. His new bulk felt weighty and real, a product of years lived and enjoyed. The sight of his belly, rounded and soft, the way it bounced and jiggled with each step, the heaviness that settled when he sat — it all felt like a different kind of strength. A fullness, a sense of comfort in the space he took up, like he’d grown into a new version of himself.

Chapter Two: Beach Day

Jake squinted at the stretch of sand in front of him, the sun warm on his shoulders as the waves rolled and crashed in a steady rhythm. It had been years since he’d seen some of his old college friends, and a familiar excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness as he approached. They waved him over, big grins lighting up their faces, and he returned their energy, trying to push down the awareness of how much his body had changed.

He glanced down at himself and tugged at his swim trunks, which were a little tighter than he remembered. They’d once sat loosely on his hips, but now they clung to his softened waist, stretching snugly around his thighs and stomach, pressing into the plush layer of his belly. Standing in the sun, shirtless among his friends for the first time in years, he could feel the extra weight he carried in a way that was impossible to ignore.

The day started off easy enough — lounging in the sand, trading stories, laughing at old jokes. But as the hours passed, the energy kicked up, and soon they were running toward the water, shouting and splashing like they had back in college. Jake tried to keep up, lumbering behind them, each stride making his belly bounce and jiggle in a way he’d never felt before. The sand shifted beneath him, adding to the strain, and by the time he finally reached the water, he was already out of breath.

As he dove into the waves, he felt the fullness of his body in each motion. His gut swayed with every splash, the weight of it pulling him down, making each movement harder than it should have been. When one of his friends suggested a race back to the shore, Jake agreed with a grin, but within a few strokes, he realized he was struggling. His arms and shoulders still had the strength, but his body felt heavier, slower. By the time he stumbled onto the sand, he was panting, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Bent over with his hands on his knees, Jake tried to catch his breath. He felt the weight of his gut pressing against his thighs, something he’d never noticed before. It hit him then — the way his body had changed, how different it felt to carry this extra weight. Each heavy breath made his belly push against his legs, grounding him in the reality of his new size.

Trying to shake off the feeling, he joined his friends in a game of beach volleyball. He moved as best he could, chasing the ball, sand flying beneath him, but every jump and lunge made him feel the impact of his new bulk. At one point, he leapt to hit a high pass, and as he stretched up, he felt his softened chest make contact with his belly, his pecs pressing into the round fullness of his gut with the force of the jump. The sensation was foreign, almost startling — a reminder of how much had shifted in his body since those college days.

The others cheered him on, oblivious to his struggle, but Jake could feel the strain with each passing minute. His belly jiggled with every step, and sweat beaded down his forehead, rolling along his back, chest, and stomach. His swim trunks felt tighter than ever, digging into his waist, clinging to his thighs. He could feel his breaths coming faster, the sun beating down, the heat settling over him, the constant movement wearing him out in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

By the afternoon, Jake found himself sitting on a towel, his arms resting on his knees as he watched his friends play on without him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling his sun-warmed skin prickling with heat. His belly spilled over his lap, rounded and full, his swim trunks stretched snugly around his waist. For a moment, he just sat, catching his breath, the realization of how much had changed settling in. He wasn’t the same athlete he’d been back in college — his body now heavier, fuller, and slower.

Yet, as he sat there, watching the waves and listening to his friends’ laughter, he felt a strange sense of acceptance. He wasn’t as fast, as lean, or as quick to jump up as he once was. But he was here, enjoying the sun and the sea, laughing with the people who mattered most, even if he needed a few more breaths to keep up.

Chapter Three: All You Can Eat

The sun had started to dip as Jake and his friends left the beach, their laughter and stories carrying them to the nearby all-you-can-eat buffet. It had been years since they’d gathered like this, and the energy of the day — the laughter, the sun, the salty air — seemed to roll right into the restaurant, where trays of food and flowing drinks awaited. Jake hadn’t planned on eating much, but as soon as he stepped inside, the smell of sizzling meats and fried appetizers hit him, and his stomach growled in response.

They grabbed a long table by the window, their plates quickly filling with heaps of ribs, crispy wings, pasta, and every kind of comfort food they could find. It didn’t take long before Jake was drawn into the rhythm of eating and laughing, his plate a constant cycle of fresh servings. With each trip to the buffet, his plate got heavier, loaded with food he barely noticed he was putting away. He had always had a big appetite, but now, without even thinking, he was devouring plate after plate.

Between rounds of hearty food and rounds of beers, Jake lost track of time — and portions. He chatted animatedly, chuckling along with his friends, barely noticing as he reached for more ribs, dipping them into sauces and stacking his plate high with sides. Everything was a blur of flavors, textures, and laughter. He barely registered the fullness building in his stomach, how each bite added to the weight pressing against his waistband. All he felt was the satisfaction of food, the warmth of his friends’ laughter, and the dull hum of drinks that made everything seem easy and carefree.

Hours passed, and Jake found himself leaning back in his chair, his gut swollen and pressing out against his shirt. He let out a slow breath, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly, feeling the fullness settle in. His shirt was tight now, stretched thin over his bloated belly, the fabric inching upward to reveal a sliver of skin beneath. He tried to tug it down, but the pressure of his full stomach made it near impossible. His belly felt rock-hard from the sheer volume of food, the roundness pushing out in a way that even he couldn’t ignore.

“Man, Jake,” one of his friends said, laughing as he took in the sight of him. “Did you even realize how much you put away?”

Jake blinked, glancing down at himself. He looked at the empty plates stacked on the table in front of him, remnants of sauces and crumbs marking each course he’d devoured without a second thought. His cheeks flushed, feeling a slight embarrassment at how lost he’d been in the meal. His belly sat heavy in his lap, pushing against his waistband, each breath causing it to rise and fall, a thick, round mass pressing outward from his frame.

He gave a sheepish chuckle, leaning back in his chair, but as he did, a wave of fullness washed over him, hitting him with an intensity that made him realize just how far he’d gone. His gut pressed uncomfortably against his waistband, a dull ache spreading as he shifted, trying to make room for his swollen stomach. He could feel a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, his body working hard to process the sheer amount he’d eaten. He wiped his face, feeling the warmth of the room, his pulse pounding in his chest, a heavy, insistent thump that echoed with every beat.

His friends joked around him, but Jake barely heard them, his focus entirely on the sensation in his own body. He could feel his heart racing, his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep his breathing steady. The sheer weight of his meal sat heavy in his belly, pressing outward, every slight movement making him more aware of the fullness and the tightness of his clothes. The buttons on his shirt strained, the fabric pulling across his middle, and he could feel the waistband of his pants biting into his sides.

Sinking further into his chair, Jake let his hand rest on his belly, feeling the firmness of his bloated stomach, stretched and distended beneath his shirt. The effort of eating, of laughing and reaching for yet another plate, had left him more tired than he’d realized. He could feel his body working overtime, digesting the feast he’d devoured without a second thought. Each breath seemed to carry the weight of his meal, a reminder of just how much he’d packed away.

As he sat there, his belly pressing forward, the remnants of the meal sitting heavy inside him, Jake couldn’t deny the pattern he’d fallen into. Every meal like this, every drink and indulgence, every casual snack — it all added up. He was no longer the lean, instinctively athletic guy from college. He was here, with his friends, a man in his thirties with a growing belly and a lifestyle that was catching up to him, meal by indulgent meal.

[gyuzgrl]

the sounds you make IIbskII

summary- Seungkwan's been working too hard these days. Your innocent plan to ease his aches and pains takes a heated turn when you find yourself growing aroused by the sounds he makes under you.

You didn't mean for things to unfold like this. Truly.

It had been an hour since Seungkwan got off work. An hour since you noticed how tired he looked. An hour since you sweetly proposed giving him a massage.

He rejected the offer initially, not wanting to tire you out over nothing, but after your endless pestering, he caved.

You should've known then, that feeling up a beautiful man late at night, with soft r&b playing in the background, was bound to get you feeling some kind of way.

Ever the good Samaritan, you did your best to make him feel good. You lit candles, put on soft music, brought out your favourite massage oils- really pulled out all the stops. He was precious to you. Of course you'd do this for your sweet boyfriend.

"bedroom-turned-private spa," you grinned, kneeling on the bed, "not bad huh?"

"not bad at all, sweetheart" His eyes widened as he looked around the room, taken aback just a little by how much effort you'd put in. "where d'ya want me?"

"bed, silly"

Seungkwan complied, wordlessly. He whisked his shirt off and laid on his tummy, sighing when his body sank into the plush mattress.

Straddling his lower back, you rubbed soothing circles into his shoulders, feeling how tense he was. A little massage oil was all you needed to warm up his skin as your hands glided across his broad back with ease.

A knot between his shoulder blades seemed particularly hard, and you pressed down with your thumbs to work it out. Seungkwan groaned against the sheets, voice muffled but still audible to you.

You pushed further, earning a louder response, and you swallowed thickly at the lump settling in your throat.

'this is about Seungkwan, not you. snap out of it.'

"I'm not hurting you, am I kwannie?"

"no baby, you're- you're so doing well, thank you" his voice comes out strained. It reminds of you of how how he sounds when he eases himself into y-

'down girl- you're insatiable, god'

That's pretty much how the next hour goes; with you trying to keep your thoughts at bay as the man under you groans in pleasure, unaware of the effect he has on your poor cunt.

Except he is. Seungkwan is, very much aware of your position. Your sharp inhales, your desperate pants, shallow breaths- he heard it all. And he intended to take full advantage.

"sweetheart," he sighs, "can you do the front too? my chest's still sore from that stupid workout regime Woozi Hyung's put me on"

He gives you the sweetest, most pitiful pout, and your heart twists a little against your ribs. How could you say no to your sweet boy? How could you, when he looked at you so prettily?

You hum, lifting yourself up so he can turn under you, and the sight you're met with has regret coursing through you.

Firm, hardened muscles were one thing, but that face- he was easily one of the prettiest men out there. Especially now, having grown into his features a little more.

You find yourself staring at his face for a little too long, and quickly lower your gaze to his chest. Lathering your hands with some more oil, you coat his skin with the scented fluid, gulping thickly with every sound he makes.

"fuck-" he hisses, biting into his lower lip, "you do this so well, baby"

Involuntarily, your hips roll forward against his own, and your eyes widen, unable to control the way your body reacts to him. His sly smile escapes you in your panic, and you cough to cover up the mishap.

You trail your hands lower, to his stomach- surprisingly toned. When you first saw his torso bare, you couldn't control the gasp that escaped you. Whatever happened to the fluffy, wholesome man you once knew?

"I hurt myself here today, y'know?" he rasps, tilting his head toward a little bruise on his lower abs. You pout, scooting lower to place a soft kiss to the spot.

He shivers.

"hurt myself here too," Seungkwan threads his long fingers through your hair, guiding your face up to his, "right here" He tugs you down to meet his lips, and kisses you slow.

Your lips mold against each other, pushing hungrily against one another's skin, until you pull away- panting.

"what are y-" he interrupts with another kiss, harder than the last. His tongue bullies its way into your mouth, hot breaths enmeshing as he forces your jaw open. "you thought I wouldn't notice?" he pants against your mouth, "how you squirmed with each sound I made?"

His hands ghost over your waist, trailing their way up to your jaw. They cradled your face so perfectly, made you feel so small for fitting in his palms with such ease.

"as much as I loved the massage, I think it's time you let me take care of you, hm? would you like that sweetheart? I bet that poor pussy of yours is aching right now"

You nod desperately, feeling your panties dampen with anticipation.

"words"

"please-"

"you're a smart girl, aren't you? you have such a way with words- such eloquence- look at you now" he pouts in faux sympathy, "poor baby, needs me so bad she can barely speak"

You'd slap him if he said this outside the confines of your bedroom, of course, but now, it sends heat rushing to your pussy and all you can do is nod dumbly.

"s'okay sweetheart, I got you- I'll give you what you need, okay angel?"

He tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare above him, and sits up against the headboard. "wanna ride my thigh, baby? hm? wanna cum on my thigh and make a mess on my sweatpants?"

You whimper out a small "yes please" and Seungkwan lifts you onto his thigh, hands gripping your waist.

"y'know what to do angel, follow my hands- fuck, just like that" He rolls your body forward, forcing you down onto his thigh, and finally you feel a sense of relief.

A moan slips past your lips when your clit meets the textured surface of his sweatpants, the sudden stimulation sending jolts of electricity up your back.

"f-fuck-"

He tenses his thigh, dragging your body back and forth, as his name falls from your lips like it's all you know. Like he's all you know.

Your moans get louder and he knows you're close. Altruistic as ever, he bounces his leg- for your pleasure, of course- and pushes you down harder against his solid muscle.

"I'm- oh my god- cumming, I'm cu-" you moan, cutting yourself off when your vision turns white. Seungkwan eases you through your orgasm, making sure you ride your high, and places a peck on the seam of your mouth.

"that's it, that's my girl," he praises, one hand leaving your hip to stroke your hair, "so good for me, aren't you?"

"mhm- all for you kwannie"

"think you can gimme one more?"

"yes," you breathe, smoothing your hands over his chest.

In one swift motion, Seungkwan flips you over, now hovering above you. He kisses you again, tracing his way down to your sex, placing wet pecks to your lips, your jaw, your breasts, and your tummy, before he reaches where you need him most.

His eyes flutter closed as he takes in the scent of you, savoring the way you smell with no shame. It makes you shy.

"kwanniee," you whine, closing your legs, "that's embarrassing"

"is it, sweetheart? don't get shy on me now, c'mon" His hands grip your inner thighs and push them open, reveling at the sight of your pretty pussy- soaked and glistening for him.

He lowers his mouth to you, tongue fiddling with your clit before lapping up the remnants of your arousal, and your body jolts up at the contact.

"nuh uh- you're gonna hold still for me," he warns, splaying one hand across your belly to push you back down. "fuck you taste like heaven"

"shut up" you whine. Seungkwan cocks a brow at you.

"can't eat you out with my mouth closed, sweetheart" He plunges his tongue into your cunt and you cry out, hands threading through his hair to hold him steady. "see baby? you like my mouth open- like when i fuck you with it"

The wet muscle pushes into you over and over, and you feel your orgasm build. Seungkwan's hand dips from your belly, to your clit, and he presses down on the hardened nub, rolling it under the pad of his thumb.

"oh my fucki- oh my god, please- please don't stop"

You writhe under him- limbs shaking, hips jerking forward- and in a flash, you feel your stomach uncoil, relief flooding your system like a warm breeze.

"good fucking girl," Seungkwan mumbles into your thigh, "cumming all over my face making those pretty sounds,"

Your chest heaves, breathing evidently unsteady. Seungkwan crawls back up to you, placing his lips on yours so you can taste how sweet you are. You moan into the kiss, grabbing his face, pulling him closer.

This was going to be a long night.

[cod-thoughts]

I can feel the heat on my face

Word count: 1.6k

Relationships: NikPrice, PriceNik

Tags: Price wears a crop top, Nik loves it, fade-to-black, suggestive themes, fluff

So this was written based off of this post from @on-a-lucky-tide and the subsequent beautiful art by @nekrosmos, your brains collectively made me write this and then i left it for like a month rip but i finished it!! its short and i may or may not have a smutty second part that im debating sharing too, we'll see how brave i get 0_0

Nik bought Price some new gym outfits as a bit of a joke, little did he know that seeing his Captain in a cropped hoodie and shirt would alter his brain chemistry the way it did Keep reading under the cut or on AO3

The early morning sunlight filtered through the edges of the curtains, casting faint, golden lines onto the bedroom floor. The flat was quiet save for the muffled hum of the city beyond the windows, distant and unobtrusive. Price stirred under the duvet, one arm stretching lazily across the bed, his hand brushing against the cool, empty space where Nik had slept. He cracked an eye open and frowned. Of course Nik was already up.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he shifted, rubbing a hand over his face to chase away the lingering fog of sleep. His beard scratched against his palm, grounding him in its familiar texture. He blinked blearily at the room, catching sight of the small pile of neatly folded clothes resting on the chair near the bed. Nik’s doing, no question.

It was routine—whenever they planned to hit the gym together, Nik would leave Price’s kit ready to go. A silent nudge, Price supposed, to stop him from lazing about and rolling back into bed. It was thoughtful, in its way, though it always carried a hint of Nik’s stubborn insistence.

With a resigned grunt, Price swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool wood floor shocking against his bare feet. He stretched, his muscles stiff from sleep, before padding over to the chair. His eyes were still half-closed as he grabbed the shirt first. The fabric was soft and lightweight, practical enough for a workout. He tugged it on, his movements sluggish, only for his hand to freeze midway.

The shirt wouldn’t go any lower. Price frowned, blinking himself into full awareness as he glanced down. His brow furrowed deeper as he tugged again, to no avail. The hem of the shirt barely reached his navel, leaving his stomach—firm and solid, marked with faint scars and the unmistakable trail of dark hair—completely exposed.

“Bloody hell…” he muttered, scratching idly at his side as he reached for the sweater Nik had left with it. Surely that would sort things out. But no—the sweater, though soft and comfortable, was equally cropped, and it left just as much skin on show. Price stared down at himself, incredulous. He didn’t have chiselled abs, but he was built—a broad chest, strong arms, and a stomach that spoke of years of proper meals and hard-earned strength. The outfit, however, seemed determined to make him look like some kind of showpiece.

He tugged experimentally at the sweater, as though sheer force of will might make it longer. When that failed, he turned to the mirror. And that’s when he noticed the shorts.

The shorts. Price blinked at his reflection, dumbfounded. The shorts were snug, hugging his thighs—thick, hairy, and as solid as the rest of him—while cutting so high they left nothing to the imagination. He looked… different. Not bad, necessarily, but certainly not what he’d expected to see when he got dressed.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, his lips twitching as a sarcastic comment began to form. But before he could properly articulate his thoughts, the soft creak of the floorboards outside the bedroom broke his train of thought.

The door opened, and Nik stepped inside, already dressed in joggers and a well-fitted T-shirt. His hair was slightly mussed, his expression relaxed, but the sharpness in his eyes betrayed his ever-present alertness. His gaze landed on Price almost instantly.

Nik froze.

“Well,” he started, his voice full of easy humour, “what a sight to wake up to.” He smirked, stepping further into the room, his tone warm but laced with his usual teasing edge. “Did not know you would be modelling for me this morning, Captain.”

Price didn’t look over his shoulder, still too busy fiddling with the sweater. “Nik,” he said flatly, his voice heavy with exasperation. “Care to explain why I’m dressed like this?” He gestured vaguely to himself, the motion half-shielding his stomach. “And don’t tell me this is gym kit, because I know bloody well it isn’t.”

“It is gym clothes,” Nik countered, his smirk widening. “Just… minimalist.”

“Minimalist?” Price echoed, finally turning to glare at him through the mirror. “Minimalist, my arse. I feel like you bought this more for yourself than for me.”

Nik chuckled, stepping closer, his eyes sweeping over Price. “Maybe,” he said, dragging the word out with mock consideration. “But can you blame me? Look at you.”

Price huffed, muttering something about needing a proper kit as he dropped his arms with a resigned shake of his head. The movement was casual, almost careless, but it left his midsection entirely exposed. Solid muscle, tan skin, and the faintest curve of softness—all framed perfectly by the absurdly short sweater and shorts.

That was when it hit Nik.

The teasing comment on his tongue faltered, replaced by silence as his gaze lingered, drawn to every detail. The scars scattered across Price’s skin, the way his shoulders filled out the snug fabric, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband of those shorts. It wasn’t funny anymore—not even a little. Price, with his perpetually gruff exterior and quiet strength, looked… stunning.

Nik blinked, his lips parting as though to say something, but no words came.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Price asked, finally turning to face him fully. His tone was dry, but there was a faint smirk tugging at his lips, betraying his usual stern demeanour.

Nik blinked, as though snapping out of his trance. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again, the teasing remark he'd prepared slipping away as he caught another full look at Price in the morning light. The cropped sweater framed him in a way that wasn’t just flattering—it was outright distracting. Nik’s eyes lingered on the faint trail of hair that dipped below the waistband of those shorts, and then further down, where Price’s solid, muscular thighs stretched against the fabric.

He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “I—” His voice faltered for a beat before he cleared his throat. “I knew it would not look bad,” he managed, though his voice was quieter now, laced with a growing tension. “But… I did not expect it to look this good.”

Price cocked an eyebrow, his smirk growing slightly. “Didn’t know you had such a thing for crop tops, Nik.”

Nik didn’t reply immediately, his gaze flickering up to meet Price’s eyes. There was something unspoken in the way he looked at him now, a rare moment of Nik’s usually cool exterior faltering. The teasing grin he so often wore softened, replaced by something more vulnerable, almost reverent.

“Not the top,” Nik said, words clipped and stepping closer, his hands finding Price’s sides almost instinctively. His fingers brushed over the exposed skin there, the faint calluses catching against the warmth of Price’s skin. “But you.”

Price blinked, thrown off guard by the sincerity in Nik’s tone. His smirk wavered, and for a moment, he wasn’t the seasoned captain, wasn’t the gruff, no-nonsense man who could command a room with a single glance. He was just John, standing barefoot in their bedroom, feeling inexplicably flustered under Nik’s gaze.

Nik’s hands lingered at his sides, his thumbs brushing against the edge of the sweater as though testing how much further he could push. “You are fucking breath-taking, you know that?” he said softly, his accent thickening in a way that always made Price’s stomach twist.

Price scoffed lightly, shaking his head as if to dismiss the comment, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “That right?” he muttered, his voice quieter now.

Nik grinned, though there was something softer behind it this time. “Mhm” he replied, his hands sliding lower, fingers curling lightly around Price’s hips. “We might have to change the plan, Captain.”

“Yeah?” Price asked, his voice edged with humour, though there was a faint hitch in his breath as Nik’s hands tightened slightly.

“Oh, absolutely,” Nik murmured, his grin turning wicked as he leaned in closer. His breath was warm against Price’s ear as he added, “We could skip the gym. Do some… private training instead,” he paused thinking, “Cardio! yes, cardio, plenty of it, too.”

Price barely had time to process the words before Nik bent slightly, his arms wrapping securely around Price’s thighs. The motion was smooth, effortless, and before Price could protest, Nik straightened, lifting him clean off the ground.

“Nik!” Price barked, his voice sharp with alarm, though his hands instinctively gripped Nik’s shoulders for balance. His face burned now, the rare flush spreading from his neck to his ears. “Put me down, you daft—”

“No chance, lyubov moya,” Nik interrupted, his laughter rich and unrestrained. “You are far too dangerous to let out of our flat dressed like that.”

Price huffed, trying—and failing—to school his expression back to something stern. “Dangerous? Bloody ridiculous, more like.”

Nik carried him across the room as though he weighed nothing, his grin only growing. “Ridiculous? Maybe,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “But you are still mine.”

He reached the bed and, with a practiced ease, dropped Price onto the mattress. The captain let out a startled noise as he bounced slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to glare up at Nik. But whatever sarcastic retort Price had been about to deliver died the moment Nik leaned over him, bracing one arm on the bed beside him.

Nik’s free hand trailed down Price’s side, his touch slow and deliberate, as though savouring every inch. “Stay here,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “You are not going anywhere, John.”

Price’s breath caught, his heart thudding in his chest as Nik dipped lower, his lips brushing against the edge of the sweater. The teasing grin on Nik’s face softened, replaced by something deeper, hungrier, as his hands trailed further down.

Their morning gym plans were forgotten entirely.

[thebest-medicine]

could u do 21 for lee!bakugou and literally any ler of ur choosing, i just love ticklish bakugou more than air LMAO

Prompt 21 - "Big talk for someone so ticklish."

A/N: i also love ticklish bakugo he is so cute

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The sound of laughter rang out from a small training room on the lower floor of the dorms. Kirishima was on the ground, laughing with his head back and his legs kicking as Kaminari awkwardly pinned him, half kneeling over his middle. The cause of his laughter was Kaminari tickling as avidly as he could along his stomach with his one free hand.

“YahahAHA- nohoho Kahahahahaminariii-hehee!”

“Tap out! Tap out!” He pressured his friend incessantly. “You know you want to!”

“Noohhoho!” Kirishima cackled.

“Oi! You guys better be done in here by 9 or I’ll kick your asses.” Katsuki grumbled loudly from the doorway as he passed by. “And stop being so fucking loud.”

Kaminari and Kirishima looked at each other for a moment, stopping their goofy ‘spar’, and looked at their explosive friend.

“Why don’t you just come train with us?” Kirishima asked, waving him in.

“Train?” Bakugo gave them a skeptical once over as they both stood. “What the hell are you guys even doing in here?”

“Training.” Kirishima smirked at him. “No quirks, though. Just a good ol’ spar.”

“Yep. Just gotta get the other person to tap out.” And then Kaminari winked as he added. “By any means necessary.” He wiggled his fingers at Kirishima who swatted him away.

“Yeah right, I’d kick your asses in a second.” Bakugo huffed, starting to walk away.

Kirishima rolled his eyes dramatically for Kaminari’s benefit. “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Hah-?” Bakugo turned around with wide, angry eyes. “What did you just say?!”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, unphased. “You heard me.”

“Why you little- what are you talking about? I’m not even- you’re stupid- what-”

“Come on then, spar with us!” Kaminari riled him further. “Unless you’re scared?”

“You extras couldn’t even dream of beating me!” Bakugo took a step into the room. His friends’ grins widened.

What Bakugo didn’t expect off the bat was for both of them to team up and gang up on him, knocking him over on his back after a few minutes of constant battering. “Screw you guys!” Katsuki shouted, bringing his palm up toward Kirishima.

“Ah, ah, ah! No quirks!” Eijirou scolded him, grabbing the arm. “Don’t be a sore loser now!”

“LOSER?! HAH! YOU’RE THE LOSERS!” Katsuki fumed, struggling as Kirishima climbed over his thighs and Kaminari leaned across the arm that Kirishima wasn’t holding.

“Don’t wanna give up yet? That’s fine~.” Denki teased, and then brought his hands down to pinch at their explosive friend’s ribs.

“BA-FFFFF-FUCK! HA! NO!” Bakugo protested loudly, wiggling under their pin and kicking his legs.

“Toooooooold you~.” Kirishima sing-songed. “Now, don’t worry, all you have to do now is give up.”

“NEVER! JEHEHEHERKS!” Katsuki shouted as he started to laugh, unable to avoid the constant plucking of fingers along his side and ribs. Soon, one of Kirishima’s hands joined the fray and tickled along his stomach and hips. Bakugo shrank into the floor, laughing stubbornly under his friends’ ticklish assault. It would be a while before he gave in, they all knew it.

Katsuki was ‘never’ getting dragged into this type of ‘training’ again! He barely got in five minutes of actual hand to hand combat before the two of them pinned him down. And now, he was going to spend the rest of their sparring time laughing himself silly. At least it would be an ab workout? Eventually, he would tap out. And the three of them would laugh. And in the coming days, he would exact thorough revenge of both of them.

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