Gym Rat Soap is the kind of maniacal bastard to use a more 'hands-on' approach to help you loosen up following a vigorous workout.
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"C'mon, lass. Let me stretch ya out. Loosen up for me, yeah," Soap murmured while pressing your knee up to meet the top of your chest.
His calloused hand wrapped around your calf, using his body weight to lengthen the muscles of your hamstrings while his free hand delved beneath your shorts to rub his index and middle finger against your pulsing nub.
"Johnny, we can't-" you pleaded, stuttering in a breathless whimper as you clenched your eyes. "We're at the fucking gym."
"No one suspects nothin'. Jus' workin' ya out, is all. Now loosen up," he urged with a demanding tone.
Pulling your leg to half extension, only to push harder and further stretch the fibers within your glutes as his fingers worked tirelessly against the flesh of your clit.
"Fuck, Johnny. Please," you whined. Tilting your head away as the scent of synthetic leather and sweat filled your sinsues.
Your fatigued muscles screamed in agony. Begging for release from yet another round of painful excursion as he worked you into a pleasured mess at the tips of his gym hardened and skilled fingertips.
"Tha's it. C'mon. Relax into it, bonnie. Let it go."
You clenched your fingers into the leather fabric of the mattress. The sudden crescendo of an orgasm leaching through your veins as you discretely as possible arched your back off the stretching table to push your mound into the rounded palm of his hand.
Biting your bottom lip to silence the moan threatening to escape within the bowels of your throat. Eyes clenched, jaw set as the waves of pleasure and release moved over your spasming muscles as the pace of his fingers slowed to the steady loosening of your exhausted flesh.
Breathing wavered, a silent whimper rolling over your parting lips while your body tremored in the aftermath of an overly cautious climax.
"Mmm, yeah. That feels good, baby."
"Aye. Nice and loose now, aren't ya, lass?" He coaxed while pulling his hand from within your shorts.
Holding your calf and thigh within his grasp, gradually extending and flexing your leg to bring it back down fully against the mattress.
Opening your eyes, you were met with the bright cerulean gaze of your lover as he stood before you in nothing but his weathered tank top and 'barely hiding anything' gym shorts.
An overly satisfied smile curling into your lips as your voice lowered to a husky whisper.
"Thank you, Johnny."
"Hm. Don't thank me yet, lass," he retorted, brows knitting with a defined smirk.
"We're not done yet."
"What'ya mean?" You asked, lightly raising your head off the mattress"
"Need ya spin 'round. Gotta do the other leg."
Fuck.
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Yoo Joonghyuk is now planning to cook the wedding reception meal.
So this stemmed from me realising that most of the time, Kim Dokja in fanfics (or fanart) doesn't quite confess and keeps all of his feelings buried.
I also thought, though, that he would choose the opposite way too -confess his feelings, pretend it to be not as important, not as big, as a way to distance himself from those emotions, ready to take some embarrassment and shame due to the confession in order to feel less pained when inevitably (in his mind) those feelings are rejected.
Takes control of something horrible and shameful for him so it will feel less raw and visceral, less 'i'm being perceived'.
Except he absolutely does not count on Yoo Joonghyuk having feelings back so of course he's blown away by YJH accepting and coveting that confession that he's been waiting forever to hear.
extra: the background from panel 2 since i handwrote that, and a rejected panel.
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9. Elias Bouchard
Ive been wanting to draw my favourite smug bastard of the show (affectionate).
I see him as a very handsome man whose looks are unfortunately ruined by his bad personality/goals u_u
I mean in the end he CAN choose his own body.
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l love how in opla all coby did was be the nosiest bitch on the planet bc like this man sneaking behind doors, crouching down to hear anything he could learn lmao he wanted to know the tea at all times
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