may i request 50 for the drabble game please? feel free to make it a pt 2 of personal trainer yeol 😂 but up to your creative flow! thank you 🩵
Distracted pt. 2 -- Cardio 🏃🏻♂️
Part 1 Genre: smut | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.4k Warnings: language | explicit sexual scenes
a/n: i feel like you dont have to read pt 1 if you dont want to, but it does add some context 😇. imma be honest...this was hard asf 😭. im not v confident in writing smut lol i get so nervous 😂 im just a girl ok?!??!! but yeaaah i hope it quenches yall thirsts cause youre obv THIRSTYYYY 💦😂 and if its bad just lie and tell me i did good lmfaoo
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Two days passed before you’re back at the gym. When you found Chanyeol, he informed you it was a cardio day and left you to it.
Your anxiety soared while you struggled to climb the stair master. He told you to do forty minutes, so he must hate you. You were going to have to get a new trainer, huh? Hell, at this rate, a whole new gym! If you’d known this was how your relationship with Chanyeol would be after taking his offer, you would’ve declined it. Better yet, he should’ve never offered in the first place!
Personally, you didn’t regret what happened. It felt like the shaken bottle of your shared desire finally exploded. Actually, you did have one regret, and that was the fact you’d had only a taste—literally for Chanyeol—of that desire.
Still, you understood if Chanyeol had any qualms about the situation. He was your trainer after all. Eating your client out on company time probably wasn’t the best move. The distance he was currently giving you was telling. He rarely made you do cardio, and when you did it was for warm up. Was this his way of telling you that was a one-off thing? Was he silently hoping you wouldn’t show up? Despite the burning in your thighs, you pressed on even harder, needing a distraction from your racing thoughts.
“Too much?” The deep voice caused your lower abdomen to burn. Checking behind you, you saw Chanyeol moseying in your direction. Your forty minutes was up and you were now dragging your stiff legs to the locker room.
“I’ve never been on that thing longer than five minutes,” you whined. “And I might’ve pushed myself too hard. My thighs feel like they’re about to pop.”
He winced and followed you into the room. You plopped onto a bench with a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you relished in your relief.
Your body tensed back up at the sensation of hands on your calf. You whipped your head forward, eyes sprang open to the vision of Chanyeol kneeling in front of you.
“What are—oh!” Your question turned into a moan as his thick fingers started messaging your sore muscles.
“We don’t want them to get too sore, now do we?” He murmured, focused entirely on your legs.
You melted under his hands and fought the little sensual sounds his innocent touch elicited from you. He worked on your calves first, slowly venturing higher to your painfully tight thighs. You knew he had to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin in answer to his ministrations, but he remained silent as he worked, and you wondered if this was his attempt at an apology. Well, you’d take it. It felt way too good not to.
“I’ve never done a day of straight cardio,” you said, breeching the topic of your concern.
Chanyeol sighed heavily. “I thought it would be best for today….”
“So that you could leave me alone?” You questioned.
“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the reason you’re thinking.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
He finally lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight. Chanyeol looking up at you from between your legs had your last shared memory come to mind, where he was in a very similar position.
A grin lifted a corner of his mouth, as if he knew where your mind had gone, and it only proved the point he was about to make.
“If your pouting throughout your workout was any indicator, I imagine you think I regret what happened between us.”
A thrill shot through you at the word: us. You tried your best to hide your pleasure before the man in front of you could notice.
“You don’t?” You asked. “Because I understand if you do. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I can get a new trainer or even go to a diff—ow!”
He’d put too much pressure on a particularly sore spot. He threw you a deceptively innocent look. “There was a knot.”
You scoffed. He ignored you, answering your question instead. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no need to do that. Just because I licked your pussy doesn’t mean I can’t be professional.”
Your fingers curled around the bench as a wave of arousal swept over you. You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s a very professional thing to say.”
He shrugged. “If you want a different trainer, I won’t stop you. I did cross a line.”
He switched thighs. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”
That shocked you. He was avoiding your stare, concentrating on the thigh he was rubbing. You could sense the sincerity of his words, his vulnerability. You knew you weren’t going to trade trainers. It was only the doubt on his end that spurred the suggestion in the first place.
“Why?”
He peeked up at you, his fingers dangerously close to your now throbbing apex.
“Because I like you.”
You blanched. “You do?!”
He laughed at you. “How can I not? You’re silly—”
“I beg your pardon?”
“—And pretty, and mean—”
“When have I ever been mean to you?” You asked skeptically.
“You haven’t heard the way you talk to me at the end of core day. Plus, you have a glare that could scare the devil.”
That made your back straighten with pride. “Damn right I do.”
“It’s sexy,” he assured. “Everything about you is sexy, it’s unfair. And the most unfair thing of all?”
He bent his head down and pressed his lips to your knee. The tender action trapped your breath in your lungs. He peeked up at you from under his lashes. “You taste just like honey.”
“I do?” You choked out.
He nodded, pressing another kiss above his last. “It’s all I can think about. That’s the reason I sent you off to cardio. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control myself from begging you for another taste.”
He bit the fat of your thigh, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth had you gasping, your hips rolling slightly.
“I knew I’d end up here,” he groaned to himself. He stared up at you with pleading eyes. “So, can I? Taste you again? Let me make up for torturing you today, hmm?”
He kissed up your thigh. When he reached the joint of your hip, you shoved him hard enough for him to fall backwards. He caught himself from sprawling on the floor and looked at you in bewilderment. For a brief moment, you acknowledged that your workouts with him had been paying off if you could knock him over now.
“No.”
“No?” He repeated as if he’d misheard you.
Smirking, you crossed a leg over the other. “I think I deserve a bigger reward. For all my efforts today.”
He didn’t comprehend at first, but then understanding flashed on his face. Still, he remained silent, reluctant to answer in case he was wrong.
“What do you think?” You urged. Your gaze flickered to his crotch and a low grumble rumbled from within his chest.
“If you think that’s what you deserve….”
“I do.”
“Then it’s yours.”
You bit your lip in excitement as he stood up. He hovered over you, reaffirming just how big he was. You’d have to tilt your head allllll the way back to look into his eyes. You wouldn’t know though, because you were too busy reaching for the band of his shorts, thankful that all you had to do was pull them down.
He grabbed your hands before you could yank the offensive barrier off.
“So eager,” he chuckled. You quickly swallowed the whine you were about to let out, refusing to prove another of his points. You decided a glare would send a better message.
“Scary.” He pretended to quake in fear before cupping your chin, tilting your head up as he bent down to bring your lips together for a passionate kiss. It’s wet and all tongue, as if he was settling on these lips to satiate his yearning.
You made out for a while, until you grew impatient. You wanted to return the favor for last time. You’d tried, after he tore an intense orgasm from you, you’d reached for his shorts just as you had now, and he’d stopped you then as well. He’d promised that eating you out was enough, but it’d left you longing for him.
With him distracted by your mouth, you slithered your hands back to the band of his shorts and slowly dragged them to his mid-thigh. The action made him pull away so that he could narrow his eyes at you accusingly. It made you laugh, but the sight of his dick took away your humor. There was nothing funny about that. You grew intimidated by the size as it bounced in front of your face.
“What?” he asked, sounding rather smug. “Having second thoughts, Sweetie?”
“Absolutely not.” You wasted no more time putting Chanyeol into your mouth the best you could. Your determination made him chuckle, but the feeling of your tongue swiping across his sensitive skin left him groaning. Tears blurred your vision from your effort, but it didn’t deter you. Chanyeol soon took the reins, holding himself up with one hand against the lockers behind you, his other hand holding the back of your head to keep it steady so that he could fuck himself into your mouth.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he huffed. He decided to test your limits by shoving himself in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Immediately, you’re gagging around him and his head fell back. “I knew you could take all of me. So good. You feel so good. Shit.”
You couldn’t help but moan from his praises, fighting the urge to play with yourself. The sound vibrated around him, causing his hips to jerk, sinking deeper into you.
He dragged himself out. “Shit. I need to be in you.”
“Fucking finally,” you coughed.
He barked a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to suck me off.”
“True.” You sighed dreamily. He shook his head and started undressing. You followed suite, eager to get to the main event.
When you’re standing in front of him completely naked, he took a few steps back to get a good look. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
The compliment made you light up. It was so genuine and sweet, it made you want to please him even more. “Then touch me.”
He obliged you straightaway. Large hands roamed your body, lips wandered the expanse of your neck and chest before settling on your lips.
Without breaking the kiss, Chanyeol lifted you up to lay you gently on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do. He slid you towards the edge where he stood and practically squatted to line himself up to you.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. He rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy distractedly as he awaited your consent.
You nodded quickly. “Yes. Dear god, yes, Chanyeol! I want this. I want you.”
“You want me?” You asked, teasingly.
“So bad,” you babbled. “Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me, Chanyeol. Now. Shit.”
His smile was so large, you swore you could see all of his teeth. “If you insist.”
Then he’s pushing into you. The stretch had your jaw dropping, had you holding onto the bench for dear life as he found a steady rhythm. His dick had you feeling crazy. Every thrust pushed a moan out your throat, as your head snapped from one side to the other, and words unintelligently left your swollen lips. All you could register in your lust ridden mind was him and the intense pleasure he selflessly gave. You’d never experienced anything like it. Chanyeol reached into your fucking soul, leaving you quaking from overstimulation. You wanted him to stop, needed a moment to gather yourself, but he wasn’t allowing you a moment of rest. You were too far gone to voice it anyway.
Little did you know, you were also too much for him. Too wet. Too warm. He’d imagined fucking you plenty of times, but the real thing was indescribable. Unlike anything he could’ve conjured up. You were beyond anything he could’ve conjured. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me, Angel.”
He gathered you into his embrace, holding your damp body tightly against his own. Lifting you slightly off the bench, he picked up his pace. Your tortured sounds were now directly in his ear, tantalizing him. His strokes grew messy, fueled by a desperation that bridged onto the animalistic.
“I’m gonna come,” you urgently warned, but it wasn’t enough time. You were violently cumming as soon as you finished speaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you stiffened in Chanyeol’s arms. Toes and fingers curled as your head fell back, eyes rolling. You started squeezing him so damn tight he could barely move inside you.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, barely having enough time to pull out. He came on your lower stomach in intense spurts that had his hips jerking hard.
Depleted, he fell to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His head rested against your thigh as he fought to catch his breath.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”
You’d been staring unseeingly at the ceiling since he pulled out, but his words brought you back to reality. “I think you killed me.”
He chuckled and spanked your thigh playfully. “Hurry up and shower. I owe you dinner.”
You struggled into a sitting position so that you could see him. He had a content lazy grin on his face, eyes nearly closed as he leaned against you looking so cute your heart started to ache. Feeling sentimental, you started combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Like a date?”
He became thoughtful, lifting a finger to play with his cum dripping down your belly. His touch reignited your desire instantly, but you brushed it off.
“I would like it to be, yes.”
You’re absolutely beaming. “Okay. I’ll hurry.”
He backed away so that you could get up to head to the showers. Right before you entered, you turned to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
He jumped off the floor, trailing after you with a mischievous grin. “And here I thought you hated cardio.”
