✩₊˚ gym crush | kang dae-ho
- daeho takes your constant looks of admiration the wrong way. -
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering, oral kink, degradation, choking, age gap (legal!), dom!daeho
note: inspired by s3 daeho’s attitude because i’m crazy about it
Your local gym hosts the same crowd of people most days. During every session you are surrounded by the same twenty-something faces, and you pay little to no attention to them.
Except for one man that you have not been able to take your eye off for weeks.
You arrive for your second legs session of the week and, as usual, Kang Dae-ho is at the pull-up bar by the far wall. His favourite spot.
He looks like he is in his late thirties or early forties — several years older than you. Neck-length hair tied in a half-up-half-down style, a light stubble growing on his lip and chin. He wears a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and an unidentifiable tattoo peaks out from underneath his sleeve.
You make your way towards the leg press, walking slowly while your gaze remains like magnets on Dae-ho. You try to pull away, but everything about him just pulls you in more — the sweat across his face and the back of his neck, his flexed biceps and his shirt tightening around his back at every pull-up, and the faraway sound of his pained grunts.
In a trance, you don’t realise that you have been standing on one spot staring at the man for the past twenty seconds. As you snap back to reality, you realise that Dae-ho has come down from the bar and is looking back at you. He gives you a polite nod and a half-smile, then takes a sip of his water.
It’s just a gym crush. Nothing will actually come from it, you think to yourself as you look away and continue towards the leg press.
The locker room is close to empty as you enter to change out of your sweat soaked clothes and have a quick shower.
Entire room to myself for a change… hm. Nice.
Until you hear a faint rustling sound.
You slowly peek your head around the wall into the other section of the locker room that you forgot about and, of course, there he is.
Dae-ho stands by a bench against a wall, half turned away from you. His hair, previously tied up, now falls loose around the back of his neck. He drops his gym bag on the bench and zips it open, then pulls off his shirt and throws it in the bag. You feel your knees weaken at the first full view of his back muscles and wide shoulders, defined by the ceiling light. The tattoo you once saw on his arm turns out to be the tail of a large tiger tattoo which extends to his shoulder and across his entire upper back.
You let out a sharp gasp, accidentally loud enough for him to hear you. You throw a hand over your mouth and freeze on the spot once again as Dae-ho turns around to see who made the noise. He wears a blank expression as he makes eye contact with you.
His entire body is now turned towards you. You try to speak but only stutters come out as your eyes shift from the dark hair that peeks out from his underarms, across to his chest hair, down to his dark happy trail and even lower to his print through his sweatpants. The rugged man opposite you causes your stomach to flip.
“…Can I help you?” Dae-ho asks, raising an eyebrow, once again pulling you out of your hypnotised trance.
God, he must think I’m a nosey creep.
“Um— no! Not at all. Sorry…” you trail off, a little embarrassed.
No response. He eyes you up and down scornfully, sighs heavily then turns back towards his gym bag to change into a clean hoodie. He slings his bag over his shoulder and brushes his long hair back with his fingers, giving you another glance as he marches past you out of the door.
You rub your face in shame, knowing you’ve just made an idiot of yourself in front of the most attractive man in this gym.
I need to stop eyeing him down like a pervert. Now he’s clearly pissed off. Great.
But… god. He’s even hotter when he’s mad.
You proceed towards your locker to grab shower supplies, aggressively shaking your head as you walk in an attempt to erase both the embarrassment and your impure thoughts.
Despite your efforts, your encounter with Dae-ho days ago has not left your mind for a single second. The same image, like a brain-eating disease, plays on repeat — his shirtless and hefty build, the tattoo cascading across his back, his loose, messy hair that slightly stuck to his sweat-dripping face, his grey sweatpants that sat just low enough to reveal his happy trail, as well as his…
Everything about Dae-ho makes you feel feral. So feral that it almost makes you want to avoid him in fear of losing even more of your sanity.
You finished work late, so your usual 2-3PM session is a little delayed today. You decide that the best way to avoid any possible interaction with Dae-ho is to rent out one of the small, private exercise rooms on the other side of the building.
You arrive at the reception to pay for a room and get a door key. You eagerly walk off, hoping to quickly pass the stairs that lead up to the main gym. But as you do, down the stairs comes nobody other than the only man you are avoiding.
Dae-ho looks as though he didn’t even change clothes after his workout — strands of his hair sit unkemptly across his forehead, his sweat-ridden tank top sits loose on his chest and his black gym shorts ride up his thighs a little.
But above all, there is something different in his eyes. He looks fierce and frenzied as he stares back at you. Not slightly irritated in the way he did a couple of days ago in the locker room — today, something about his demeanour is… different.
Dae-ho grits his teeth a little as his intense stare remains fixed on you. You gulp, a fire burning inside you as your eyes take in every inch of him in this dishevelled state.
He’ s only making me want him more.
However, the furious look in his eyes also makes you feel slightly uneasy. You shake your head firmly, breaking yourself out of your trance, and swiftly walk past Dae-ho towards your private gym room. You feel his glare follow you as you pass, and you quicken your pace. You make it to the corridor of rooms…
Little do you know who is not so far behind you.
You make it to your room through the long corridor full of other exercisers coming and going, and unlock the door. You flick the light on but, barely into the room, you feel a hand grip your neck from behind.
The door shuts behind you and you are suddenly shoved against the wall by a very familiar face.
“What? Why do you keep fucking staring at me, huh?” Dae-ho spits out raspily, glaring into your eyes. “Are you judging me? Wanna tell me my form is bad?”
He pauses. His breaths are grunty and his chest heaves in and out. His face sits only inches from yours, until he moves towards your ear.
“…Or do you want me?” he whispers harshly. You feel his lip brush slightly against your ear, and his fingertips press harder into your neck.
You let out a sharp breath, feeling weak while trapped against the wall by his brawny body. As he moves back to look at you again, his eyes look almost feral. Wild. Like an animal — from his untamed hair to his perspiring face. You feel scared, yet… turned on.
“Dae-ho… I just—” you stutter shakily, until his hand presses over your mouth.
“You know my name? You’ve never even spoken to me once, all you do is stare at me, yet you know my name?” He pulls your hair back aggressively, causing you to whine. “You fucking creep.”
He smirks, and his crazed eyes move down to your lips. He bites and pulls at your bottom lip, while grazing it with the tip of his tongue. Your mouths hover over one another for several seconds before he moves down to your neck.
“What are you doing… hmm?” he grunts against your neck between rough kisses, his breath hot on your flesh. “Always coming to the gym at the same time as me. Following me into the shower room. Then renting out a private room to, what… avoid me?” His tongue runs a slow line up your neck as he moves back up to catch your eyes. “Do you want me or not?”
Before you can even answer him, a rough hand feeds its way into your shorts. His two fingers slip into your underwear, torturously tracing your already wet folds. You stifle a whine at the heat building inside you.
“Fuck…” Dae-ho stutters. His eyes move from where his hand edges you back up to your eyes, and he smirks perversely. “You really do want me.”
Panic fills your body as you realise the situation that you’re in with the man you’ve been fantasising about for weeks, but you give in.
“I… I haven’t stopped thinking about you. For weeks on end you’ve been driving me batshit insane,” you admit breathily, sensitive from the way his fingers continue to edge you.
“Mhm?” he hums lowly, the coaxing sound causing you to pulsate against his fingers. “I suppose this has crossed your mind then…”
Without warning, his teasing fingers shoot past your walls, hitting that perfect spot inside you. A loud moan escapes you and your hips uncontrollably snap against his.
“…Damn, you whore. You’ve been dreaming about me doing this to you, have you?” Dae-ho mutters into your ear, lightly biting it.
His two fingers begin to slide up and down between your walls, curling perfectly inside you. The pleasure is already too much for you to handle. The moment you sink your teeth into his shoulder to stifle your cries, his unoccupied hand angrily tugs your hair back so as you keep your eyes on him.
“C’mon… let me hear those cries for me. Let me see that helpless face,” he snaps, his dexterous fingers keeping up their speed deep inside you. “Tell me your name.”
“Y/N…” you manage to stutter out between shaky, overwhelmed breaths. Your hands race to his long hair, desperate for anything to grip onto to ground yourself from the pleasure.
“Y/N. How cute,” Dae-ho’s face moves even closer to you, his forehead pressing to yours. His fingers gradually speed up, and with his left hand he frantically tugs your shorts and underwear down your legs, giving his right hand even better access to you.
“What’s a girl like you fantasising about me for, hmm? You look at least ten years younger than me…” he teases. Suddenly, he takes his fingers out of you for a moment. You whine at the loss as you feel yourself teetering over the edge — until he harshly shoves his fingers back in, evoking a moan from you that echoes throughout the entire room. The buck of your hips against his core pulls a shaky groan out of him, a sound which only brings your orgasm even closer.
“F-fuck…” he breathes. He roughly grips your hip to cope with the feeling of his own erection growing against you.
His fingers resume their previous speed, flicking faster against the sweet spot inside you. He watches for every contorted face you pull in pleasure, and smirks against your mouth.
“You like me older, don’t you?” Dae-ho rasps. You nod frantically against his forehead. He likes this answer a little too much, turning his speed up even higher.
You feel your climax coming within seconds, and Dae-ho senses this. His fingers abruptly stop all action, pulling them out of you. Your chest heaves in and out at the sudden loss of pleasure, the lingering feeling of your ever close orgasm and the sight of him licking his fingers clean of you.
“Can’t let you cum on me just yet…” he whispers, shaking his head.
Immediately, he rips your shirt off your body and effortlessly unhooks your sports bra with one hand. He next tugs off his own shirt and shorts, revealing the large, manly build that drove you feral just a day ago. Before he can pull down his own pants, your desperate hands get there first. The sight of his cock straining against his boxers only makes you more impatient for him. You push a teasing hand against the bulge and his head shoots back, a long groan escaping his lips.
“Give me your all. Right now,” you plead.
The fury in Dae-ho’s eyes is undeniable. He yanks your hand off his erection, grabs your neck and drags you to the closest weight bench in the room, forcefully pinning you down underneath him.
“Who said you were in control here, huh?” he almost shouts. His fiery eyes stare widely at you. His entire body towers above you, giving you a full view of his wide build, chest hair and dark happy trail. He slides off his boxers, and the first sight of his thick cock pulls a loud gasp out of you and causes your heart to pound. You reach a hand up to it, teasingly pushing your fingers through the thick hair, a thumb brushing the top of his erection at the same time.
Dae-ho breathes shakily, his hips rocking slightly at the sensation, but a quick regain of sense causes him to yank your hand off him and pin it aggressively to the bench above your head.
“Stop fucking trying to take the control away from me, you needy slut,” he rasps.
He leans closer into you, and the feeling of his tip grazing against your folds makes you arch your back. Your chest presses flush against his for a moment, to which he takes the opportunity to wrap his husky arms around your back. He grinds his hips against yours once again, dragging it out to torture your core. Then again. And once more. As you moan, he catches your agape mouth in a brutal kiss. He wastes no time, sliding his tongue past yours and swallowing every desperate noise you make as his hips continue to rock against your core. If it weren’t for his hands pinning yours above your head, you would tangle your fingers in his hair to push him harder into you.
“Will you take it? All of me?” Dae-ho slurs into your mouth, more like a demand rather than a question. One of his hands pulls your hips up to graze his tip against your opening again, and his fingers press into your thighs. When you frantically nod in agony, his rugged hands pull your legs up, hooking them over his broad shoulders. He leans into you, practically folding you in half. He tugs your hair, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his cock shoves into you brutally.
There is no romance in the way he snaps into you, only lust and a sadistic desire for control. The lack of time he gave you to adjust to his size leaves you crying in pain and pleasure underneath him. He does not let up, the sounds from your mouth only encouraging him to thrust harder into you.
“Look at you…” Dae-ho groans, breath trembling. “Look at you, listen to you… you’ve been dreaming about making a mess on me like this, haven’t you, Y/N?”
“F-fuck… yes, Dae— I— oh, fuck…” you manage to spit out among the pounding of his tip against your sweet spot. You squeeze your eyes shut, to which he yanks your hair, forcing them open again.
“C’mon, I thought you loved staring at me, huh?” he whispers, smirking cruelly. You feel a burning sensation at him humiliating you for the one thing that brought you into this situation with him, and suddenly you are desperate for more.
You break your wrists free from Dae-ho’s grip and eagerly press your hands into his hips, silently begging him to not hold back whatsoever. He listens, and his hands swiftly move to your thighs, pulling your body hard into him in sync with his thrusts. He leans down flush against your body and you arch into him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The kisses he plants above your collarbone are broken when he feels your walls tighten around his girth, a shaky groan escaping his throat as his teeth press into your neck to cope. His thrusts become unsteady as he begins to lose his control and you grab his hair, pulling his face up to meet eyes with you.
“You better not give up,” you pant, shaking your head at him.
Suddenly, the wild fire that lit Dae-ho’s eyes beforehand is back, and he picks up a pace like none before. His hand wraps around your neck, pinning you flat underneath him. He drives into you, his focus no longer on you but instead on chasing his near climax. His head tilts upward, his eyes squeeze shut and he grits his teeth. He mindlessly grips your thighs against him to cope, so hard that it may leave bruises tomorrow, but you don’t care — you just want this moment to last forever. The faster he thrusts, the closer it drives both of you to your finish. You reach a hand up to his hair, beckoning him to look back down at you and as he does, the sight of his feral expression and sweat-beaded skin is almost enough to make you finish. Until—
“Cum on my cock, baby. Now.”
His low words do it. You yell at the ceiling as you spill all over him. He continues to relentlessly snap into you through your aftershocks, but not for long as your clench around his cock finally brings him to release inside you. His thrusts slow down, making sure to fill you entirely before he pulls out.
You lie on the weight bench, still breathless, while Dae-ho stands above you, his wide chest heaving in and out. Your eyes trail down his rugged body — from the way his hair has fallen over his face to his happy trail — and you lick your lip, the burn in your core so fierce that you almost feel like you could take him again. He notices you eyeing him down, and a smirk grows on his face before he comes down to straddle you again.
“You desperate whore,” he laughs lowly. He leans into you, planting kisses on your neck and quickly trailing down to your chest. He cups a breast, pulling a soft whine out of you as his tongue quickly circles your nipple. You tilt your head up to watch him work, while his eyes meets yours. When he sees your pleading face, he grins against your skin before he continued to work his way down your body. His mouth swiftly trails across your stomach, until his face hovers between your thighs. Two strong hands push your legs apart and without warning, a tongue trails along your still-sensitive opening. Your head rocks back as Dae-ho licks up the remnants of your orgasm and his hands press into your hips.
“God, you taste so good. I did this to you…” he slurs as he pulls away. He moves back up to your face, pressing his forehead to yours again. He grabs your chin. “And if you ever wanna schedule another joint workout session…” he teasingly trails off, smirking.
“…I’ll just stare you down again,” you tease back, eyes trailing down to his lips as he tempts you. As you attempt to catch him in a kiss, he places a finger over your lips, making a ‘shhh’ sound and shaking his head.
“Save it for next time, hm?” Dae-ho prompts, trailing his finger along your lower lip before climbing off your body.
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