18+ | freak!izuku at the gym …… | cw. scent kink, my strange little man <3
when izuku first offers himself up as your trainer, your initial thought is to be offended. is your form really that shitty? is this a thinly veiled way to criticize your gym etiquette?
he’s quick to assuage your worries, promising it’s just because he overheard your workout goals and he believes he can get you there! no other ulterior motive, he swears it.
you tell him you’ll think it over, get back to him, but as you do, you can’t find a reason to say no. he’s sweet. earnest, warm. not to mention, built like a brick house with pretty green eyes and curly hair to match.
izuku is pretty and you know there are worse things than getting up close and personal with pretty boy.
so, you agree.
your first session goes incredibly well. izuku is attentive and gentle, willing to push you past your limits where you allow, but stopping when you ask him to and mean it.
(if you let yourself, you could easily imagine how good sex with izuku could be — but you shake those thoughts as quickly as they come.
inappropriate.)
the session is so good that you agree to partner up with him officially, setting up a schedule that works well for the both of you before parting ways.
…
you meet up a few days later and the workout goes similar to the last — fun, a little flirty, but mostly hard work, and you’re very proud of yourself by the end.
with a high five and a promise to see each other soon, you head off to the bathroom to clean up and redress, only — you forgot your water bottle.
simultaneously cursing yourself for forgetting and thanking your lucky stars for remembering before you were all the way home, you turn on your heel and begin the trek back to the now-mostly empty main gym.
the hall isn’t long, but it gives you enough time to think about izuku — about his impressive physique (arms to die for - you just know he could manhandle you around), his soft, kind eyes, and his deep voice coaching you through some difficult stretches.
it’s just a crush, you reason with yourself, and it’ll go away. eventually. you hope.
it’s just — you’ve never met a man like him before and it shocks you to your core every time you remember he’s still single.
he wouldn’t still be single if you would just shoot your shot, your traitorous mind supplies.
you physically brush off the thought as you finally emerge at the end of the hallway, but when you get there, you pause, completely taken aback.
you and izuku had finished off your workout at the weight bench which you had - to your humiliation - completely covered in your sweat. you offered to grab the cleaner and paper towels, but izuku waved you off with a sweet smile and a promise to take care of it himself.
it doesn’t seem like he did considering you’re watching him inhale at the sweaty seat of the bench, where you know you left your mark the most.
izuku doesn’t look up, doesn’t notice you standing there mouth agape. he’s too into it — eyes closed and tongue lolling out as he presses his (button, freckled) nose to where you were just sitting.
your eyes trail down, without your consent, to see how hard he is, thick cock pressing at the seam of his basketball shorts.
a thrum of heat joins the disgust coiling in your stomach, forcing a noise past your lips. you clap a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late.
izuku’s head snaps up quickly, blown pupils meeting yours, but instead of getting sheepish and embarrassed like you’d expect, his look shifts to something darker. predatory.
you stutter out some kind of apology, an explanation for why you haven’t left yet while looking around for an employee, but the gym is suddenly devoid of all other life.
(the $100 izuku slipped to the night shift worker was pocket change if it meant he could get you well and truly alone. finally.
your “missing” water bottle was safely stowed away in his bag.)
“oh, didn’t want you to catch me like that. you aren’t… afraid, are you? c’mon, let me make it up to you.”
you have noo clue the hot guy working the desk is the owner when you show up at iwazumi hajime's gym.
you tell him you want to "get the vibe of the place" before buying a membership, and he's so chill about it.
introduces himself, checks you out in with a guest pass, and gives you a full tour.
you try to absorb what rooms hold what equipment while remembering how to talk to men whose biceps flex when they point at things.
when you don't make it back to the gym again for a month, you don't expect him remembering you. aren't prepared for it.
he clocks you when you walk through the door. before you're even anywhere near his desk.
iwazumi knocks you dead with the sharpest, most charming smile you've seen outside of magazines- all white teeth and sex appeal.
"it's you." he looks you up and down like it's something he's done many times. as if you're familiar. as if it doesn't spark a fire in your blood.
"um, yeah." you offer him a shy smile.
"had me thinking we didn't pass the vibe check."
it takes you a second, then you remember. and it dawns on you that he remembers.
"oh, no, no, it wasn't that. i just--"
"can't say i wasn't a little disappointed, but," he flashes you another utterly disarming smile, clearly not looking for an apology afterall, "i'll let you off, this time."
rediscovered that frequent short sessions of mild core exercise makes me feel amazing, but it’s also weird because like… now I feel intensely uncomfortable in my whole left side of my body, not because of any kind of “pain” but because it feels like there’s unexpressed energy buzzing in my muscles. It feels… uneven, like I didn’t work everything out of that side.
im wondering if this could actually be some somatic OCD (I have ocd, I just never considered myself to have this theme). I know that things feeling “balanced” on both sides is a huge thing in ocd, and I’m now realizing that a LOT of my exercise aversion has to do with feeling like I’m doing it right… right, as in enough, then getting anxious about if I did too much or if I did enough or if I’ll ever be able to maintain it if I did do enough…. Yeah. Considering that avoidance of something can be ocd… 🫥
it’s also so much more complicated because of my fibromyalgia. Like sometimes exercise makes me feel so much better, and then other times the exact same thing might make me feel worse, and I just don’t always know… and then I feel guilty when I’m resting because the pain will be better if I do my PT, but I know that I do need to rest to feel better, but how much? Who knows!!!! Scary stuff.
You ever just have a day completely detached from regular routine and afterwards feel a little weaker than usual and then realize that you've only eaten like one slice of plain bread (just the bread) in the past 24h and drank probably a glass or two of water and despite this you may have possibly also exercised enough to sweat multiple times during that time? You ever realize your body absolutely sucks at communicating its needs to you cuz you're not even thirsty?
Small random ‘life has actually been pretty okay this week’ photo dump cause I feel like it ☺️
Been working out and/ or taking a walk every day this week (or using the treadmill while playing video games CM Punk style lol, still playing 2k23 cause I won’t shove any more money at them ☺️).
Been doing my daily skin routines, sleeping good hours, eating well, shopping for fresh produce and cooking from scratch.
Been keeping my apartment clean clean clean and sitting by the open windows a lot.
Been drinking a cup of tea and doing breathing exercises and practicing mindfulness and gratitude every day.
Been writing every day this week and feeling really good about myself.
