ik you saw the video of them working out at the gym and my crazy ass wants gym sex with minho now ๐ฉ theyโre both feeling some typa way tho with y/n wearing her tight fitting workout sets and minho having his arms exposed ๐๐
Whiplash
Contains: established relationship idol Minho x female reader smut
Warnings: minors do not interact!!! pet names, lots of teasing, PDA, sexual tension, soft dom Minho, cursing, Minho gets really mad/jealous/possessive, brief spanking, praising, random gym bro making y/n uncomfortable, unprotected piv sex (as always, do not do this irl), hardly any foreplay, pull out method
Word Count: 4,448
Summary: After returning home from the tour, Minho takes you on a date to the gym. Both of you are desperate for each other, and when another man tries flirting with you, jealous Minho shows you exactly how desperate he's been.
Author's note: okay okay so I tweaked this based on our several text messages "anon" LOL so I hope you like this ( อก~ อส อกยฐ) this is the second draft after completely scrapping everything I had at first and starting over ehehe so yeah <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated if anyone feels so inclined!!
The gym's atmosphere was quiet. There wasn't a single soul to be seen inside among the racks of weights and other equipment. There wasn't even any music playing. It was only you, your boyfriend Minho, and the gym's check in desk employee who looked like she despised every second of her night shift job.
You couldn't really blame her though. It was 10:00 at night, and she had probably dealt with the usual gym rat crowd earlier in the evening. There was only so much you could do to please people like that- those big groups of guys that only cared about gains and getting laid.
Minho nudged you in the side suddenly with his elbow.
"She definitely looked at my arms, (Y/N). You should fight her. I would totally film it for you." He reached into his pocket and held up his phone in your face with an evil grin.
You scoffed. "Minho, please. I'm pretty sure she looked through you. She definitely hates her job."
He shrugged, shoving his phone back into the pocket of his black gym shorts.
"You could've been as famous as me. Oh, well."
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. His fame is exactly the reason you had to go to the gym so late, when in reality you'd much rather be cuddled up with him watching TV. But he was tired of going with Jisung and had missed you desperately while he was away. So you couldn't tell him no when he asked you so nicely earlier.
Besides...his arms did look really good in his fitted black tank top. It was a win for everybody involved- at least in your book.
"Okay, Mr. Worldwide. What's the first exercise for the night?"
He scrunched up his face as if he was in deep thought, even bringing a curled finger to his chin to accentuate just how much he was pondering your options.
"I've just decided. It's leg day and we're gonna do some deadlifts. And by we I mean..." Minho trailed off before glancing down and slapping your ass just a bit too hard. "You. You're gonna do them and I'm gonna watch. You know I like this set."
Instantly, your cheeks reddened and you looked up at the girl at the front desk to see if she noticed the sound that was still echoing in the silence of the gym. Luckily, she had put her earbuds in within the last few minutes and probably didn't even remember you were there.
When you realized you were safe, you looked down where Minho's hand still rested against the curve of your ass. His eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Duh, I know you like it," you said quietly. "Why do you think I wore it?"
"Mmm, careful pretty girl. We're in public. Now, let's go." He pushed you away just slightly towards the weights and you bit your lip. Minho could be dangerous when he was in this type of mood. This was your first "date" since he had returned from touring, and the pent up feelings you had for each other were bound to come out sooner or later. Were you expecting it to be at the gym? No. But you weren't complaining.
And it definitely wasn't helping that you did indeed purposefully wear his favorite skin tight workout set. But that damn tank top on him was driving you wild too... You had missed him just as much as he missed you. Pictures and rushed videos were never enough when he was thousands of miles away from you.
You set your bag down next to the equipment and stretched your arms up lazily, feeling Minho's eyes burning into your arched back.
"Don't forget to stretch those legs too, princess. You wouldn't wanna pull something and not be able to walk."
Over the top of your shoulder, you glanced at him. The corner of his mouth was curled up, threatening to form another shit-eating smile.
In a last second attempt to mess with him, you turned the opposite way so that you were now facing him and bent down to stretch your thighs and calf muscles.
Minho clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I still like this view too. Maybe even better."
You smiled to yourself, blushing once more.
The bell on the gym door sounded suddenly, cutting through the bubble you and Minho had formed around yourselves by being the only ones in the gym.
You stood with a sigh, having finished your stretches. Then you took a few steps forward and placed a quick kiss to Minho's cheek.
"Now you really have to behave," you giggled.
"Only because you asked so nicely, babe."
This time his smile was one of pure love rather than lust. The way he looked at you with stars in his eyes was nearly enough to knock you off your feet in a completely different context. Minho was so beautiful that it hurt sometimes.
"Will you be okay by yourself? I wanted to work on these tonight." He raised one arm and flexed it slightly.
You rolled your eyes before nodding at him and turning to grab your headphones.
"Go get 'em, hot shot. I'll just be over here. Try not to stare."
"Pfft, right back at you."
As Minho walked away, you placed your headphones over your ears and scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist to workout to. Once you clicked on one, you looked over at Minho who was already getting started on the bench press.
"Oh, fuck," you thought. "Not staring is gonna be harder than I thought."
Even from several feet away, you could see his arms flex and relax repeatedly as he brought his bar up and down. Taught muscles underneath his perfect tan skin, rippling with every movement...you nearly started drooling. It dawned on you that you didn't remember his arms being that big when he left...he must've really been working on them while he was gone with Jisung.
His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, eyes focused on the ceiling. With every breath he took in through his nose and exhaled through his soft, pink lips in a small "o," you could feel the desperation for him build deeper and deeper within you.
"I'm so fucked."
With a quick shake of your head, you turned back to your own workout and tried to focus on your music.
~
The bar fell to the ground with a loud thud. You sighed and straightened your back, almost ripping your headphones off your ears.
Sweat was dripping down your back, soaked up by your clothing and pooling there instead. You had done several sets, probably more than you should have. But you had finally been able to make yourself focus and lose yourself in your music that you didn't realize how many lifts you had actually done until your body was on fire.
Minho was sitting up on the bench now, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone while dabbing a towel to his forehead. You decided to make your way over to him and flop down on the bench next to him.
"Hmm, looks like someone needs to work on their endurance. Were you that out of practice without me, (Y/N)?" He raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh. "I can think of several other ways to help you with that."
You shoved his shoulder playfully.
"Save it for later," you said, trying to sound firm. But your voice came out smaller than you had intended.
"You're so cute when you're trying to pretend that you're not turned on," Minho leaned in and whispered, breath tickling your ear.
Your own breath hitched and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. Of course he could read you like a damn book.
"Let's just do one more workout so it wasn't a wasted trip, you dork."
Minho shrugged and stood up, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face and getting lost somewhere in the curves of his neck.
"You go ahead and get started. I'm gonna find the bathroom."
You reached out and tried to grab his ass in retaliation for earlier, but you missed and got the air instead. He stuck his tongue out at you before turning away and disappearing down the hall where the bathrooms were.
Taking your own advice, you decided to start another workout to continue strengthening your legs and lower body. Since you were already on the bench, you decided to use it to do some hip thrusts. Once you were settled on the ground, you reached for your headphones to put them back on. But before you could get them on all the way, you heard someone clear their throat.
Not even looking up from your phone since you assumed it was Minho, you hummed in response to see what he needed.
"Need some help?"
You didn't recognize the voice. Without moving from your spot on the floor, you clutched your phone a bit harder and glanced up.
In front of you was a younger man with a hoodie on and headphones slung lazily around his neck. His lips were drawn together in one of those awkward "smiles" pick-me men often wore when trying to get a woman's attention. Wonderful.
"Oh, no, I'm good. Thank you though." You looked back down at your phone, not really registering what you saw on the screen. You were just hoping that he would leave you alone now since you declined his offer.
"Come on, it's fun working out with other people. Pretty girls shouldn't work out alone. And hey! We even have the same headphones. What a coincidence."
A sharp pang of disappointment shot through you when you realized he was right. You had the exact same pair from the same brand, color and all.
"Yeah, I guess we do. But, um, I'm not working out alone," you said with a gulp, hearing your own voice sound more timid than you wanted. "I'm just waiting for my boyfriend in the bathroom."
Without hesitation, the man crossed his arms and looked at you questioningly. "Boyfriend, huh? He didn't look like much."
You shifted uncomfortably where you were sitting, and wondered if you should text Minho and let him know what was going on. But what if that made this guy mad? Who knows what he would do...
You swallowed thickly, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer to the question you were about to ask. "Were you watching us?"
He scoffed, uncrossing his arms and looking up and down at you like he was sizing up a piece of meat. "Just you."
Ice cold fear spread through your veins and your heartbeat went through the roof. This guy didn't seem like he was going to take no for an answer...
As discreetly as you could, you searched for the girl at the desk hoping she was still there. You wished you could remember the name on her shirt... And while she was still there physically, she definitely was not paying attention to anything but her phone. So much for being a girl's girl.
Before you could think of another escape plan, a hand grabbed your forearm harshly and pulled you to your feet, nearly ripping your shoulder out of its socket. However, relief quickly washed away the pain when you saw it was Minho.
He jerked your arm back so that you were behind him and out of view from the guy. In the quick second that you saw his face, though, you knew this creep was going to regret talking to you. Minho's nostrils were flared open, eyes blown wide, and lips pressed together in a tight line like he was trying to keep from busting his nose in the middle of a public place.
"You got a problem, man?" Minho spat, jaw setting tight.
The guy took a step back, eyes scanning Minho's face and seeing how pissed he was. He raised his hands in surrender.
"It was just a conversation, chill."
Minho stepped forward and balled his shaking hands into fists at his sides.
"It looked more like you were preying on a girl who very politely tried to tell you she wasn't interested. You were preying on my girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then down.
Against your better judgement, you tentatively reached out and brushed your fingertips against Minho's arm to get his attention. At first, he stiffened so hard he nearly jumped. But then he fully turned to you and made eye contact with you, softening slowly.
His anger returned in an instant when he remembered why he was looking at you in the first place, though. He whipped back around to further press the man, but he was already gone.
Minho froze for only a second, but then bent down to pick up the stuff you had dropped when he pulled you to your feet. He handed you your cell wordlessly, but kept a death grip on the headphones. You were worried he'd burn a hole through them with how fiercely he was staring at them.
"Throw those away," you said quietly. "Buy me a new pair, baby."
Minho nodded without looking at you, secretly relieved you had told him that.
He grabbed your hand hard, leading you towards the exit. It was almost too difficult to keep up with how fast he was walking. Thankfully, he paused for a second right by the trash can on the way out to slam the headphones into it at full force. The sound of them hitting whatever plastic and metal was already in the bottom of the can ricocheted off the walls.
It was what finally caused the check in girl to look up from her phone for the first time since you got there.
~
Once you got to the car, Minho finally let go of your hand and ran his own through his still sweat-damp hair. You stood as still as you could, letting him pace a bit to relieve some anger.
"Fuck, (Y/N). I'm sorry."
"For what?"
He sighed, leaning back against the door of the car with his arms crossed and looking off to the side.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. But..." he trailed off. Then took a deep breath before speaking again. "Why did you let him talk to you like that?"
Minho's words caused you to open and close your mouth a few times in surprise. You weren't expecting them.
"I...I didn't let him do anything. He wouldn't leave me alone."
He groaned, now dropping his face into his hands.
"And the way he looked at you...God, I wanted to knock his punk ass out."
You took a deep breath and a step closer to your boyfriend, and you could feel the hot, potent anger radiate off of him in waves.
"How did he look at me, Minho?"
His eyes locked onto yours, like they were seeing all your thoughts and desires at once.
"Like he wanted you."
The air felt electric, originally charged with white hot fury. But now...it was something else. Something more primal and physical. Something driven by need and flat out desperation.
In one swift motion, Minho pulled on your arm again, but he then turned you around at the last second, causing your back to make contact with the cool metal of the car somewhat unceremoniously. He moved closer, every move calculated and precise- much like an animal on the hunt would be.
"Only I can look at you like that. You're mine."
This time his words didn't make you freeze. They made you act.
With a noise somewhere between a moan and whimper, you slammed your lips into Minho's, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull him closer at the same time. He collided with you, mouth finding yours instantly. There was no gentleness to the way you kissed each other. No, it was desire. It was deep rooted lust that had reached a boiling point tonight after building up for what felt like an eternity.
The sounds of your mixed breaths and slick mouths echoed in your ears. His tongue met yours in a passionate dance, having immediately pushed past the confines of your already swollen lips. Teeth clashed, so fast and messy that you were sure you'd accidentally bit his lip. If you had, he either didn't notice or didn't give a shit.
Minho pulled away for just a moment, curses escaping in breathless whispers. "Fuck...you don't even know what you do to me, (Y/N)."
You tangled your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and nestled into his shoulder. "I think I have an idea."
Minho laughed, almost bitterly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer to him. Against the side of your thigh, you could feel how badly he wanted you. Heat pooled into your already throbbing core, and you had to keep from rubbing your thighs together.
He began licking and nipping the delicate skin of your neck, the delicious pain immediately washed away by his lips.
"Minho...we...we should stop."
The only response was a hum against the side of your neck. Your knees began to feel weak with want for him. But you were still at the gym...still in the public parking lot where anyone could be at any time.
"Minho-"
He didn't let you finish speaking. Instead, he slotted one knee between yours and began grinding onto your thigh, his obvious bulge prodding into you multiple times.
You whimpered, your head falling back against the top of the car with a thump.
"Only I get to have you this way. Say it," Minho all but growled.
"Only you, Minho. Always," you choked out, fingers still weakly resting against his neck.
He smirked against your skin, pulling you off the side of the car so you were standing up straight in front of him.
"Good. Now get in and let's go home so I can fuck you like I've wanted to all night."
~
The car ride to your apartment passed in a blur. Minho drove faster than he should've, one hand gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white, and the other gripping your knee with almost the same intensity. In any other situation, it would've been painful. But not now- not like this. Instead, it just made the wetness between your legs rapidly increase.
And then somehow, by some miracle, you made it into your apartment, despite how much you couldn't keep your hands off each other. It only took Minho three tries to get the key in the lock and successfully turn it. Then it was only a matter of stripping your clothes off, piece by piece, leaving a trail to the scene of the "crime."
Minho pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you and caging you in with his arms. His mouth was parted slightly, breath fanning over your face, which was only inches from his.
"You're mine," he repeated, softer this time. Some of the anger had dissipated from his features, and the look he gave you now was one of love and awe.
"I am," you breathed, reaching up to brush some of the hair away that had stuck to his forehead. "I love you. And I really missed you." Those words were hardly more than a whisper, and you began to feel that dull pain in your throat like you were about to cry.
"I missed you...so much," Minho said as he leaned in to kiss your forehead with surprising gentleness. "And any other time, I would show you just how much I love you, but..."
Minho trailed off, head falling into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent.
"But I am a weak man tonight, (Y/N). I have to have you...now."
Without another word, he reached down between you and drew one finger between your folds, earning a hiss from you. He smirked once more, some of that earlier cockiness coming back with each passing second.
"Already so wet and I haven't even touched you yet. You've been waiting for me for a long time, haven't you?"
You nodded frantically, your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest. Beside you, your hands balled up, grabbing fistfuls of the soft cotton sheets of your bed. Minho's eyes met yours in an intense stare, and you had to keep from looking away.
"It's okay, you won't have to wait anymore. I'm here."
His hand wrapped around your knee and drew it upwards sharply, fully exposing your soaked heat to the air in your bedroom. Teasingly slow, he then gripped his pulsing length with his other hand, and brought it between your folds, rutting against it a few times.
Each of your lewd moans got lost in each other's, just as your bodies were below. Your need was only growing, and you could tell he was falling apart as well.
But you didn't need to ask him to do anything, you didn't need to plead. He knew you so well and knew your body like he had never left. Because within just a few seconds, he was inside of you. Slammed full into you to the hilt, stretching you open for him instantly.
You cried out, hands flying to his back and scrambling for something to hold onto. The sweet stinging sensation of him entering you so fast had your head spinning, nails clawing at him in want. He groaned at the feeling of you scratching him so harshly.
Down below where your bodies were connected, you could feel your arousal grow, dripping down the side of his cock and your thighs. Minho twitched inside of you, breath shuddering with each passing second he didn't move.
And then-
Like he read your thoughts, he started bucking his hips. Slowly at first, but then picking up the pace as you coated him more and more. Broken words tumbled from his lips, like a prayer he had been chanting in his mind before breaking and saying it out loud.
"You're mine...you're- you're all mine."
Minho's hand was still on your knee, spreading you open completely as he fucked himself into you. His other came to rest against the headboard, the skin of his knuckles feeling as if it may rip due to how hard he was holding onto it.
Stars decorated your vision, and eventually you screwed your eyes shut from over-stimulation, the only things grounding you being the sounds of his wet skin against yours and the feeling of him slamming into you. You were so drunk off of him already, all you could do was lay there for him, nails in his back and biting your kiss-swollen lips.
His scent was intoxicating, the remnants of his cologne mixing with the smell of his sweat to create something so uniquely him, it drove you wild.
"No one else can have you like this," Minho huffed, never relenting in his movements. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or himself, but it didn't matter. His voice sounded so desperate and thick with need for you, it brought you even closer to your already impending climax.
Of course, he could feel it- the way your walls fluttered around him, promising to milk him dry for everything he had if he didn't remove himself from you. His mouth formed a grin, hips stuttering for the first time tonight.
"Ah, ah. Not yet, my love," Minho began, glancing down at you through his eyelashes. "You have to tell me where you want me first before you do that. You know I won't last when you cum all over me like a good girl."
Your mouth opened to speak, but all that came out was a strangled yelp. It was so close, so painfully close, you couldn't think about anything else. The intensity of tonight was almost tangible in the air, and you felt as though you could've reached out to grab it.
"Can't even speak, pretty? That's okay. I'll make it work."
Minho relinquished his vice grip on the headboard and shoved his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles there while he thrust himself into your aching cunt. He was only able to do it once...twice...three more times, before it all fell out from underneath you.
Your orgasm hit you like an avalanche, starting small at first and then coming in wave after wave, tumbling through you in the form of wanton moans and half-moon shapes from your nails that were still in your boyfriend's back. Bright white spots blurred your line of vision, and your back arched, pushing the soft mounds of your breasts into the hardened planes of Minho's toned chest.
With a growl, he forced himself out of you, pushing you away before it was too late. He fisted himself only once before he was spilling all over your heaving stomach and breasts, thick ropes of his cum landing against you with almost inaudible splat sounds.
It was quiet now, except for the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath. Then a squeak of the bed as Minho stood, wobbling slightly, before picking up his tank top from the floor.
He came around the side of the bed where you were still laying, arm thrown over your eyes in pure exhaustion and exhilaration. He couldn't help but crack a small, crooked smile as he mopped you up lazily with his tank top.
When he was finished, he threw himself onto the bed beside you, immediately turning on his side and wrapping an arm tightly around you. After lowering your arm, you turned to face him and nuzzle into him, feeling sleep coming to take you soon.
"Um, (Y/N)?" Minho asked, almost shyly- like he hadn't just fucked your brains out after nearly fighting a guy.
"Hmm?"
"We should probably shower. And uh...change the sheets."
You groaned, hating how right he was but definitely feeling the way you stuck to him and the bed.
"Fineeee," you whined, fighting off a yawn. "Rock paper scissors for who has to change them, though."
Minho chuckled, then sat up and rubbed your head gently.
"I'll run your bath first and change the sheets, how's that? You just lay there and look pretty."
In spite of the events that had led you up to this point, you smiled to yourself. Leave it to Minho to basically give you whiplash with his words and actions...but you wouldn't have it any other way.
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