#gymbro

finally becoming aquainted with gym crush!toji...

MDNI! 18+

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“were you ever gonna say somethin? don’t think i haven’t caught you staring.”

you throat was dry. you were sitting nervously on the questionably clean couch of fushiguro toji, the man you had been not-so-casually crushing on at the gym for nearly two years. he was fixing himself a drink after inviting you up to his ill-decorated apartment (and notably, supposed to drive you home).

you can’t really remember how you ended up here, although you never thought you’d be one to miss the last bus and end up stranded outside the gym's doors after closing hours. but you would’ve been denying yourself two years of waiting for any opportunity to finally talk to “compression shirt guy” when he was offering you a ride home at 11pm on a sunday.

you felt like an idiot forgetting the weekend bus schedule, but it was worth it for a less crowded gym. you had been going long enough now to spot some familiar faces, but no one was as recognizable as compression shirt guy. you couldn’t seem to find him after desperately stalking his socials in attempts to catch a glimpse into his life beyond the gym.. as if that would make your casual crush any less creepy.

“just need to stop at mine quick.. my roommate forgot his keys” he had said in the car, looming over at his phone, one hand on the wheel, the other frantically texting.

when you arrived at the door of his apartment, and his roommate wasn’t there, you could only assume you had beaten them.

still, it was almost embarrassing how quick the words “sure, yeah” spilled from your mouth and dried up your throat when he asked if you wanted to come inside. shocked at your own response, you barely had time to process what was happening. and after a few minutes of silence, and a beer in his hand, that’s when he asked,

“were you ever gonna say somethin? don’t think i haven’t caught you staring”

and your eyes widened. “oh god. no yeah i was, well i was thinking about it….” you wanted to sound so much cooler that whatever was coming out of your mouth. shit was embarassing. but fushiguro was loving it.

“s’okay s’okay i mean,” he laughed. his voice sounded tired, coarse but deep. “it’s just noticeable. that’s all.” he was cocky. you almost hated it. this was the first time you guys had really spoken, other than maybe twice, you constantly remember your mind blanking when he asked how many sets you have left and forgetting how to count. you probably lied at the time.

you tried to regain your composure. you didn’t want him to think you were some brainless fangirl. “did you still want to drive me home? i can call walk from here i don’t think it’s too far,”

please say no, you thought to yourself.

“that’s what you want?” he furrowed his brow, reading you like a book. you never expected him to be so upfront for his quietness around the gym. maybe that’s why you liked him, the nonchalant shy gym rat ideal you created in your head. surely you didn’t just admire him for his nearly perfectly toned back, arms, legs, shoulders, abs… the three-inch inseam shorts he wore on leg days that had heads turning. he wasn’t like the fantasies you played out in your head at all. he was funny. and quite frankly, a little mean.

“i could stay longer, if you want?”

was that what he was looking for?

“i wouldn’tve invited you inside if i didn’t”

“okay well i’m sure you ask a lot of girls.”

“look, doll it’s not like i bring girls over often. but i will say, you might 'boutta be my favourite.”

your legs tightened. your whole face must have gone red.

and he was smirking, but not in a mocking way. it was kind of sweet. like an animal calming the air before catching its prey.

he was standing in the doorway to his living room, looking down at you on the couch.

“come on” he stated. you obliged. and next thing you knew, he was grazing your hair behind your neck while you walked infront of him. and you were in his room. the lights were off, and god you were already thinking of his shirt off.

“make yourself comfortable” he waved his arm at his room, which surprisingly, looked clean for his questionable design choices. he admired you with those half lidded eyes, bending down to get a better look at you. fushiguro was dying. he often would catch you glancing at him over the other side of the gym and he could tell it was you from the quickest turn away the second he repaid the eye contact. he couldn’t be bothered to make a move until he was given the unreal opportunity on a silver platter, seeing you standing at the closed gym doors, your lose braids falling down your back, blushed face from your workout, sweatshirt engulfing your frame. fushiguro was desperate to see what was under all those sweaty layers you insisted you wore (which you did to protect yourself from guys like him staring).

you placed your bag down beside the door. furshiguro was proud he had managed to get you this far into his room, without scaring you away. and god you looked and smelt incredible. he had to restrain himself from picking you up and tossing you onto his bed then and there, he had been thinking of it long enough now.

you wandered over to his navy blue sheets (as expected) and sat down, legs crossed carefully on the edge of his bed. you weren’t sure if he was hoping you’d make a move. but he knew after two years of waiting to speak to you, you wouldn’t.

toji stood at the edge of his bed, eyeing you. he placed his hands on the bed at either side of your legs, still towering over you. fushiguros frame was huge. he studied your nervous hands fidgeting in your lap, your ankles peeking from your cuffed sweatpants. he could’ve tossed them over his shoulder then if he wanted. but he knew better. when your eyes met, you looked away on pure instinct. he chuckled loudly. he lifted his arms up and wiped his face from laughing, and stepped back nearly pacing his room. you giggled from his reaction. confused, but maybe he was nervous?

fushiguro wasn’t nervous like you, no, he was dumbfounded by the fact that you had let yourself wander into, what was still, a strangers apartment, on the pure whim of a crush.

you waited patiently, your legs still perfectly crossed. he came back to you, composed like a switch had been flipped, after laughing a silent, thankful prayer that you had ended up perfectly within his arms reach.

fushiguro kissed you, roughly. his hand immediately on your neck, not too hard but just enough to take a bit of your breath. he was slow, but put pressure on your lips, you had already started breathing heavy from a long workout and now, having your crush’s tongue nearly piercing your own.

an immediate moan escaped your lips and it drove fushiguro mad. he was absolutely eating up how much you wanted this. he placed his other arm around your lower back, lifting you up with ease so you could uncross your legs, wrapping them around his narrow torso. he was so sturdy, so firm, pushing into you, you could feel the heat between your legs rubbing against his abs. god was he fit.

his grip on your was firm, you couldn’t have moved if you tried. he had you right where he wanted. his kisses were almost fiery, you could feel his scar graze across your lips when he graciously held his tongue back. you couldn’t stay quiet. not when you had spent so long thinking of this.

fushiguro pried his hand from your neck, after tilting your head far up to reach his. he immediately slid his hand down the waistband of your joggers, he was so eager to see all of you. his middle finger grazed your panties which were already, soaking wet.

“oh fuck, princess.. you want this bad, yea?”

he pulled away from your lips just enough to speak. you were practically gasping for air when he gave you the chance, only enough to nod quickly and pull him back in by the neck. he followed your lead, otherwise there was no chance you could move this mountain of a man with pure force. you were strong, sure. but nothing compared to fushiguro. even by his neck you could feel how strong he was, your hands trailing down his incredibly broad shoulders.

he moved up onto the bed, pushing you down but still keeping a grip on your lower back. you took the chance to take off your sweatshirt, revealing your tight sports bra which had hugged your tits perfectly for him to see. fushiguro pulled away from the kiss to fix himself upright, frantically pulling down your joggers and positioning himself between your thighs. you were practically pulsing just from seeing him on top of you. fushiguro was mesmerized by your toned legs, tracing both his hands now along your soft, tender thighs, you let out soft moans from the muscle tension he was so generously alleviating.

“turn around” he rasped, and you quickly did as he said, your face pressing into his pillow, your knees tucked up and your perfect ass on display for him. he was nearly drooling. gripping your ass firmly, he massaged your cheeks with gentle force, muffling your moans into his bed. it felt so good, his hands nearly covering your entire ass from their size, and the tension relief was ecstatic. the relief didn’t last long, he slowly pushed your dripping panties to the side, and glided his finger deep into your folds. you were soaked, dripping onto the sheets below as he pulled his finger out.

“god doll you wet like this for me?”

“please, fushiguro..oh..”

he grinned as he pumped his long, thick middle finger in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

your voice cracked in a whine, you were sure you could’ve came just from his finger alone.

“good, good girl. you want more yea? you want daddy to fuck you like this?”

god this was actually insane, you thought. the sweet quiet man you had been silently watching for months was actually a fucking freak. clearly he had been thinking of this too, but you never thought you’d be this much of a wreck in his arms.

“y-yes please i-” you whined when he forced a second finger into your impossibly tight, dripping hole. it was too much, you couldn’t contain your composure or your legs from holding upright for him. he couldn’t stop grinning from watching you squirm under his grasp.

he watched as his ring finger jammed its way into your drenched pussy, squelching and dripping down his wrist. it was hard for him to pump them inside of you with how tightly you were fitted around him.

“so wet, fuck.” he muttered. you could barely keep it together, tears pooled at the corners of your eyes from how full his fingers were making you feel. your clit was aching for friction, and you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

he could see your body begging for it the way your hips rocked against him, searching for the friction you were so desperate for. his thumb moved its way to your clit, rubbing circles that immediately made your body tense.

you swear you were gonna cum. you opened your mouth to say something, just as he pushed his fingers impossibly deeper, and all you could muster was a jagged moan that you barely could muffle.

you had never felt so full, overstimulated from his antagonizing pace, fushiguro kept slow and steady and watched you struggle for him. you felt your whole entire body clench and your thighs squeezed his hand as you could came “fuck!...fuck..fuck” you squealed as you gripped the sheets, shaking and whining under fushiguro's hand. your whole body collapsed.

he slowly pulled his fingers away, wet dripping down his hand, out and onto your legs. you were flustered, embarrassed, and fushiguro was rock hard.

you tried to catch your breath as your legs continued to shake, but fushiguro was far from done with you. he gripped your thighs and turned you around, your torso flipped so your back was against his warm sheets. he loomed over you, but looking at how deliciously perfect your swollen pink pussy was aching for more.

fushiguro pulled off his grey sweatpants, you only caught a glimpse of his massive erection before it was sprung free. and it was so huge, it almost scared you. it was thick, and long, the tip was pink, big and pretty. precum dripped down as he held it in his hand.

there was no way you could take it. your widened eyes and nervousness must’ve been easy to read.

fushiguro smirked, “we’ll make it fit, princess. this is what you wanted, yeah?

you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

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Weekend session hitting different, bro.

Zandro posted up on the bench, arms locked, chest pumped, that gold dripping under the lights. Every rep hitting clean, every flex louder than the last.

He exhales slow… smirks.

“Gotta let some energy out before I go heavier…”

He leans forward, eyes on you.

“Don’t just stand there, roomie. You spotting or what?”

No excuses. No hesitation.

Only pressure. Only power.

@alton-gold77