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Fitness Trainer
A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)
Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.
TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content
And up... and down, just like that."
The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out.Â
"One more, you can do one more for me."
"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache.Â
"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."
He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own.Â
âDo it with me now,â He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. âPush through it, baby.â
The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.
You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out.Â
You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you.Â
You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. Youâd crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse.Â
Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do.Â
âI hate to say it, but youâre done for today.âÂ
You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath.Â
Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back.Â
His body, which shouldâve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight âTRAINERâ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble.Â
He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how heâs always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didnât get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gymâs âpremium membershipâ, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi âspecialty.â
You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meatheadâs face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love.Â
You couldnât help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.
âFeelinâ sore?â Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. âYou went harder than usual today.âÂ
âYeah,â You let out after a gulp of water. âDefinitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe Iâll actually take you up on one of those massages.âÂ
You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoineâs eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin.Â
âOf course-- definitely, Iâd be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldnât believe.â
Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight.Â
âWha- you mean right now? Iâm all, sticky.âÂ
âNowâs the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort theyâve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.âÂ
He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadnât expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders theyâre too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades.Â
âBut considering youâve pushed so hard, I donât want to see you back here for a couple of days.â Antoine insisted.
âAwe, you want me outa here that badly?â You joked, laying your head forward as Antoineâs fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. âI see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.âÂ
It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing.Â
Antoine shook your shoulders.Â
âDonât say that, now!â He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. âItâs not funny; I hope you donât see me that way.â
âItâs just a joke,â You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.
âI never understand your jokes.â He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh.Â
âWoah, hey,â You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers.Â
âI have to get to your hips, you canât do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day⌠well, you see what I mean.â
The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back.Â
âO-okay.. I guess..âÂ
Heâs not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, heâs the trainer, shouldnât they know best?Â
He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh.Â
âDoes that feel a little better, Mon cĹur? Less pain?â He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks.Â
Youâre awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides.Â
âYeah⌠feels a lot better..âÂ
âYou can rest your head on my shoulder, donât be embarrassed, sweetheart.â
You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.
The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more⌠audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual.Â
âJust like that...â He mumbled, giving a deep hum.
With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldnât get enough of.Â
But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished.Â
âUh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really⌠got all the kinks out.âÂ
You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his âmagic fingersâ again.Â
âOf course. And thatâs just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.â He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.
Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; heâd never try something with you, his client.Â
âYeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.â You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoineâs work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. Itâs gonna be hard to bend down for a while.Â
Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesnât use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing heâd just drag you back down to the floor if he did.Â
âThanks again-- I mean, I know itâs your job but--âÂ
âDonât thank me; itâs always a treat to have you here, my cherie. Iâd train you for free, you know!âÂ
You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, youâd ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasnât cheap!
Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard partâs over. Too bad you canât look at Antoineâs pretty face anymore, though.Â
Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door.Â
His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. Howâd you never notice they didnât just give these things out?Â
Heâd brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that youâd use it every and anywhere.Â
Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got.Â
His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didnât know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you⌠it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear.Â
 No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally?Â
Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower.Â
Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you.Â
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yan gym rat who first knows you bc you helped him with lifting, back when he was a lanky dude who had only football as motivation
yan gym rat who is now buff asf and is the football quarter back, now using u as motivation
yan gym rat who goes to your school and tries so hard to start convo with you, even tho hes popular, hes too nervous to even ask u for a pencil
yan gym rat who has the BIGGEST FATTEST crush on u, fangirling over you whenever he sees you at the gym, pratically foaming at the mouth
yan gym rat who finally gains the courage to talk to you and become your wife friend,
"H-Hi!" He says as he walks up to you, you stopped midway from doing a pull-up, looking at him curiously. "I-I..er..I saw you at sc-school and at the g-gym often, and wondered...If you wanted to be friends?" He said as he looked at you shyly.
You got down, and smiled at his shy figure. "Yeah sure! Wait whats your name?"
yan gym rat who became your friend after that, visiting the gym every time you did so he could see you.
yan gym rat who is a nervous wreck whenever you talk to him, his palms get sweaty. When you talks to him, his brain turns to mush. He wants to say something smooth or cool to impress you, but instead, he just nods a lot, stutters and mumbles things like, âYe-yeah, totallyâ or âFor sure.â Inside, heâs panicking because he thinks he sounds so awkward.
yan gym rat who wants to text you 24/7, to js tell you about his day and shit ,but he drafts the message like 10 times, deleting it each time because heâs worried about coming off too eager or clingy.
yan gym rat who literally cries whenever you text even a lil dry to his messages, thinking you don't wanna talk to him and that he should throw himself off a cliff for bothering you
yan gym rat who bites his nails and picks at his skin whever you talk about someone else to him, scowling the whole time,
yan gym rat who wants you manhandle him and use your strength against him, wanting your soft hands around his throat as his tongue lolls out his mouth
yan gym rat who whenever someone tells him
"oh yeah, and I talked to y/n today, she was pretty chil-"
"did she talk about me?! Did she look at the ceiling? What was she wearing? Did her eyes direct to the ground?" He needs to know every detail.
yan gym rat who compliments you so so much that it makes ur ego bigger day by day
"Ur a-arms are so big, so strong.."He says as his hands trail down your arms, hearts in his eyes as he stares deeply at your body. His hands then went to your abs, drooling as he rubs them
yan gym rat who sometimes, his jealousy comes out in a passive-aggressive way. If your too focused on talking about someone else during your guys workout, heâll lift heavier weights or push himself harder, just to show off.
"Yeah? Does that asshole also lift as much as me? Has that asshole tried kissing your abs before like I have? Has that dickhead made a whole fanpage about you like I have?!" He says as he glares at you as you tilt your head.
"Im talking about the lunch lady??"
yan gym rat who is ur gym buddy who luvs u so so much<33
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#darrell jones#hunk#hot#stud#shirtless#calvin klein#ck#calvins#muscle stud#hot abs#armpits#v line#briefs#calvin klein briefs#washboard abs#gym bro#workout#muscles#hot pits#hairy pits#model#male model#ho tguy#boyfriend#perfect abs#perfect male body
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Went Over Their Heads đŁď¸
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#submas#nimbasa trio#nimbasabattleshipping#conductorshipping#gym leader elesa#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#elesa#subway boss kudari#subway boss nobori#kamitsure#thirdrailshipping#IM BACK SO SORRY ABOUT THAT#they are the ah dorks#living rent free in my head#Elesa's boyfriends are idiots but they're HER idiots#also Ingo's winter fit is Weavile Inspired just like Elesa's togetic palenstine fit
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gym bro james âźď¸
and ofc reg was just stating the whole time
#buff james potter#heâs a gym bro#and iâll hear nothing of it#regulus being flustered is canon#and therefore#flustered regulus black#bc he has a hot boyfriend#regulus black being gone for james potter#can we blame him#jegulus brainrot#the rings#and the tattoos#i love drawing them#i think thatâs all the tags#regulus black#james potter#desi james potter#bc yeah#jegulus#starchaser#marauders era#prongsie#slytherin skittles#dead gay wizards#marauders#fanart#digital art
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moonlight // knj
Iâm sorry baby Iâm just really hotâŚ
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentionsâŚ
word count: 5k+ (sorry)
warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism
summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)
note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a âpower thought.â I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs itâs really hot in the south right now and Namjoonâs vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)
My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.
I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.
Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but heâs been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said heâd only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now Iâm dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate weâll never beat the after-work rush.
I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that Iâm wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.
I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step Iâve already failed at trying to be mad at him.
âBaby! Where you at?â He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.
âRight here NAMjoon,â I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.
âIâm sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldnât let me leave until the workout was complete,â he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.
âYou look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,â he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or weâll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.
âWhatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and youâre stinky,â I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.
I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.
âCome on babe I already have the car warming up,â he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. Heâs wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.
As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like itsâ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasnât in the way before shutting the door.
Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasnât cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.
After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I canât help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.
I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didnât notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.
His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.
I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was âpresent,â in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.
I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what Iâm going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. âShould I post these on my close friends? I donât know if I look good enough todayâŚâ I said ending with a sad face. It didnât take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he canât check his until weâre in the lot.
Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.
Me: Heâs driving right now. I didnât ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)
Park Chanel: oooohâŚI seeâŚ
Park Chanel: If you donât post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.
I looked down at my neck realizing I didnât wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin youâre evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.
Yoongi: Youâre gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*
Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe
Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and Iâm the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.
Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.
I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.
âCan you get us a cart pet?â I froze at the nickname. He knows what heâs doing, and I donât plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.
I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. âAnything for you Daddy..â I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.
I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.
âJoonie baby I canât reach this,â I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.
âThis one, this one, this one, or this oneâŚâ He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didnât leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.
I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if Iâm mocking a character.
âHoney do you want this kind or this kind?â I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. âBabe? Which-â I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.
âI want this one right here,â he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. âLetâs get outta here yeah?â He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to whatâs waiting.
We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.
Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. âLet me help you get the groceries in the car love,â I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.
Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didnât anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didnât I? Itâll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I canât help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.
Me: I think I fucked up lol
Park Chanel: youâre welcome ;)
Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.
â I donât want to hear another peep from you Y/N..â he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. âYouâve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldnât want that.â He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.
I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesnât look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love canât begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.
I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and weâre about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when heâs desperate and needy for me.
Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.
I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didnât just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.
We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and itâs so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.
âYouâre going to follow my instructions carefully. I donât want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?â He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.
âGo upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If youâre not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.â He seethes hotly. âYes sir,â I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.
âGo.â He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.
My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.
I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.
âWho told you to put on your robe Y/N?â He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. âOn your knees in front of me, now.â He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.
Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.
âIâll excuse the robe mishap since youâre so eager to taste me doll face,â he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.
âGood girl, now eat.â He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.
âYou look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,â his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoonâs cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.
He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.
âGood job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,â he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.
âCome here baby, sit on my face,â he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.
I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like itâs the last time heâll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. Weâll have a noise complaint tomorrow.
I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.
Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.
âDonât think weâre done darling, Iâm not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.â He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.
âRide me until I say stop.â He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.
I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control Iâm going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.
He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.
Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when heâs not inside of me. âI hope I didnât get too carried away,â I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.
âThat was perfect.â He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.
Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.
âHey, babe,â he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. âI know youâre tired but I donât want our date night to go to waste.â
I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, âJoonie Iâm so comfy right here.â Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. âI know, but trust me, you wonât regret it. Iâve got something in the living room set up for us.â
That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. âOh? What is it?â I said carefully. âItâs a surprise, but I promise itâll be worth it.â He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.
With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.
Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldnât help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.
Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. âSee princess? Our date night in the living room isnât so bad, is it?â He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. âNot bad at all,â I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.
âLetâs start the movie Iâm so excited!â I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.
âMmm, these snacks are-â Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, âhuh?â He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. âI want to be closer to you,â I said, hands resting on his toned chest.
Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, âWell I canât argue with that pet.â I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. âYou know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wineâŚâ I rambled to him.
âYeah, me too. Itâs moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.â He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, âI love you Namjoon.â I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. âI love you too Y/N.â
He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.
His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.
The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.
I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.
The end.
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hongjoongâs vlog is so boyfriend coded, and he did that intentionally. this man knows our delulu asses love this type of content from him, cuz heâs aware of how down bad we are :))
#i had to take a couple of hours after watching this to process#cuz this was A LOT#the morning bare face beauty đŠđŠđŠ#whyyyy does he have to look so fuckable when heâs JUST BRUSHING HIS TEETH#the one button the arms out the forehead the bare face#UHHHHHHFGGGGHH#Iâd give this pussy to him every. fucking. morning.#ok and then him showing the shot of him getting ready in just the tank top#OUCH#THAT WAS PERSONAL#the ARMS#FUCK ME SIDEWAYS#*inahle* HIM DRIVING !!!!!!!!!!#the ultimate boyfriend content#he looks HOT behind the wheel#the road head Iâd give this manđĽ´đĽ´đĽ´#âŚ..him in the gym#him leaning back just reclined looking all ridable#wanna straddle him and ride his shit SO BADđŠđŠđŠ#he made sure to show off his arm toođđđ#THE STUDIO CONTENT I AM LIVING#the cap while heâs driving at nightđŤ đŤ đŤ #so hongjoong when you gonna propose like#Iâm ready đ¤¨đ#hongjoong hard thoughts#ateez hard thoughts#joongie#âď¸
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Still thinking about like a mid 20s Kim and Harry still feeling goofy insane
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#harrykim#kimharry#disco elysium art#you can pull long haired kim out of my cold dead hands. die#budding gym teacher and his body processing boyfriend#i'm still working out how to draw harry tbh someday i'll get him
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Birdie Bride
Sfw Yandere!Harpy! Larry x GN!reader
Cw: slight yandere, (no killing or harm towards reader just watching them and kidnapping)
Gendered nickname: Wife (Larry does not know anything about humans)
Author's notes: yandere Larry is easy mode. I see him being a very light yandere. The most he'll do is kidnap you really and stalk you, but that's about it. So, you people who don't really like yandere's for their overbearing and murdering nature I feel like you enjoy this one.
Gentle claws brush against your cheek. Sharp jet-black eyes gaze down at you, taken in your unconscious form sprawled out in his nest. Curiosity took over the creature's mind as he tried to figure it out. Who or what are you? He had always watched you from afar his, his claws digging into the bark of a tree, watching you, studying you, a craving to satisfy a need to creep closer.Â
Now that he had found you unconscious in that weird, thin hide cage. Larry could finally fully drink you in, cause gently prodding your hair and pawing at each strand to find out a single feather; at the same time, his own talons graze through his own black and white hair as if he was comparing mammalian hair to his mixed concoction of human hair and avian feathers.
He wasn't done. However, his claws gently grazed against your skin down your arm as if meticulously looking for a single feather on your skin.
You were not a harpy, it was evident, not a single feather on you. Your Talons were dull and flat, and when he gently pressed his thumb against your lip to inspect your teeth you had no Sharp things to rip and tear through meat, feeling your soft fleshy lips in the process.
You were not a harpy, but he can't deny the Primitive feeling he felt when he caught a whiff of your scent, even now as he pressed his nose against the nape of your neck, his black and white wings puffed up, his eyes open and softened.
Intoxicating.
If not, mate, then why is his body reacting this way? Why is his heart pounding in his chest? His face flushed with heat, instinctually letting out a low-throated cooing noise. He wanted more. Larry wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he wanted more: no more light touches with his fingers to inspect you. He tried to place his hand against your stomach, almost hypnotized by how it moved up and down as you breathed calmly. Despite his eagerness to be close to his mate, his hand approached you slowly and carefully.
Only to flinch away when you stir in his nest, tossing in the soft straw pillows and blankets. Keeping his distance but quietly observing as you slowly awaken from your slumber, expecting to wake up in your tent only to realize that your hand grazes through a straw immediately. Your heart quickens the fog of sleepiness immediately lifting as you bolt awake, scaring the figure next to you. Black wings flap as he jumps back, startled by your sudden movement, only to crawl toward you slowly.
That's when you finally saw your kidnapper. Jet black eyes matching with his feathers, with with what you see patches of graying feather. Even as he crawled, it was clear that he could easily tower over you. You were unable to speak due to your circumstances, and you're being riddled with anxiety and fear of just being kidnapped while unconsciously thinking that it's just a bad dream. Your palms were sweaty legs and arms shaking. You are not on the ground anymore, your eyes looking down a high drop.Â
Larry notices your eyes filled with fear. His voice is low, husky, yet gentle.
"Do not be scared, wife. I will not hurt you,"
Out of everything that was happening, that one little nickname robbed your attention away, finally getting you able to speak.
"W-wait what did you just call me?" Your voice cracked fear still in your system as you try to scoot a little away as the big birdman urges you closer to his body.
"This is what human males call their mates, is it not?"
His knowledge of humans is highly lacking. However, getting him to change his mind on the little pet name he gave you seems complicated. But you had better things to worry about, like getting out of this nest and away from him.
" you do not have wings, wife; please stay away from the edge."
Larry cooed, still using that softer voice. You pull your arms closer to your body, or fists clenched as your whole body tenses up. His black wings brush against your side and closing you against his chest.
Almost in his lap, your body was pressed against him, a firm hand against your back, and his wing wrapped around you. You feel his nose nestle against your forehead.
Even though you've been kidnapped, things could have been worse. This bird guy doesn't seem like he wants to hurt you. You can't help but feel your heart fluttered by his voice when he calls you that little nickname. Even though he's technically wrong, it doesn't feel bad. Holding you against his chest like this feels kind of nice; it is better than killing you. Hopefully, you can convince him to let you go. Unbeknownst to you, Larry plans to keep you for a very long time.
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from gvnperformance on instagram.
#nhl#hockey#luke hughes#gym!luke#luke warren hughes ladies and gentlemen#hot as they come#new jersey devils#nhl players#nj devils#lh43#my boyfriend fr#2024 offseason
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"After the Workout" (0001)
(The Gym Life Series)
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