Sore part 2/3
AN: GODDD WHY DO I WRITE SUCH LONG STUFF. There's just so much I want to put in. Anyway here is part one
CW: Smut
I walked into the gym the next evening but it was more like a hobble. I'm more sore today than yesterday. I find Toji throwing punches at the punchbags. The sounds of his fist hitting the bag sound like gunshots and the bared teeth and scowl he's wearing are absolutely deadly.
I approach slowly, not wanting to startle him into whipping those fists around on me, but before I can say hi, he grabs the bag to still it.
"I've seen sloths move faster than you, grandma." He says breathlessly, wiping sweat from his brow.
"That's no way to treat a customer," I cross my arms and pout.
He chuckles and unwraps the taping from his large hands.
Am I really about to let this man touch me with those paws after what he just did to that bag?
"Is it still tight?"
"Excuse me," I shake out of my thoughts.
He rolls his eyes, "your neck? You said it was bothering you yesterday."
"oh, yeah." I try to save this conversation with humor. "But as you can see it's a bit more than my neck today. I'm more sore than yesterday"
"DOMS" he answers.
"Uhm, I"m more of a sub myself-"
He cuts me off with a booming laugh, "That's great to know, but DOMS is delayed onset muscle soreness. Happens from progressive overload."
My cheeks burn. Not only have I shown where my mind is twice (the gutter) I've also exposed my preferences (a whore).
"Youve been squatting heavier so it check out," he shrugs.
Is he hinting that he's been watching me squat?
"Yes I watch," he reads my mind.
"What? Why?"
He shrugs again, "I like to make sure everyone is using proper form."
"And how is my form?" i arch a brown
"Excellent," he croons, eyes slowing scanning my body. It's suddenly hotter than the sauna room in here.
"But you can quit the theatrics of pushing your ass out as far as you can. You'll hurt your lower back."
Fuck he is watching me be a whore
"I'll keep that in mind." I try to change the subject though I doubt where I'm going with this is any more appropriate. "So, if your not busy do you wanna take a look."
He pauses wiping off with a towel and we both stare at each other before it clicks what I just said.
"LOOK AT MY ALIGNMENT I MEAN!" i say quickly, but Toji already has a smug fucking looking gracing those scared lips.
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The gym's spa room is complete with a hot tub, sauna, tanning booths, and tables that customers can schedule for a masseuse to come in.
Toji gestures to the table, pressing a button that lowers it. "Hop on."
is he being suggestive now?
I sit on the table after removing my shoes. "How do you want me?"
Damn it's no wonder so many porns revolve around massaging, it's too damn easy.
"Well, let me feel your neck first." He steps behind me, "Is it ok if I touch you now?"
I nod. Fuck yes, you can sir.
"Let's get this hair out of the way," he says, gathering my hair in his large hand and laying it across my shoulder. The touch is gentle and comforting. Toji presses the pads of his thumbs along the base of my neck, "Tell me when it's tender."
He continues to palpate around my nape, hitting a tender spot right at the base of my skull. "Ouch right there, " i wince
He place his whole palm on the column of my neck, massaging up and down the area."Yeah, your really tight along the cervical spine area." (😏)
I pull away from his touch, too sore to take it.
"I'm sorry, too much?" He asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I nod and he waits for me to signal that he can continue.
"Do you get headaches alot?"
I nod again
"Hmph," he uses a lighter touch to prod my muscles. "Lay on your back for me."
I do as he instructs, placing my head in the desginated head rest.
Toji pulls a stool up, sitting his large thighs now framing my head. I close my eyes to not have to see him overtop of me. My face is literally between his legs wtf.
He puts both hands on the side of my neck, his fingertips push and rub against the base of my skull. It feels amazing in a painful way.
"Right there," i breathe when he hits a particular sore spot.
"Yeah? Does that feel good."
I whimper at the sensation...and at the low purr of his voice.
"I could adjust ya if ya let me. Just a quick crack."
"Uhm, I don't know," I sit up, suddently scared that this man is going to snap my neck. "That seems scary."
He laughs, "It wont hurt, I promise. Youll just hear the cracking like when you pop your knuckles."
I'm still unsure and look down at his large hands.
"I'll be gentle, I swear to you. It'll be quick." He eases me back down onto my back. "I won't kill ya. Would be a horrible PR stunt if i killed a woman in my own gym." He teases.
"Thanks, really reassuring thing to say with your hands around my throat." But damn if it wasn't a thrilling sensation to feel his warm palms pressing against my neck and his fingers slipping through my hair as he moves it out of the way.
"Alright," He pulls himself closer. My whole head is now fully in the palm of his hands. "Just relax, let me do the work."
I glance up quickly at yet another ambiguous comments. how many is that now.
I relax me head into his hands and his moves it side to side, feeling for the knots.
"Yeah right there it is," he says to himself.
Before I can think of anything salacious, Toji twist my neck to the side. A rush of heat enters my head and I gasp at the abrupt movement.
"There, breathe," he lays my head down on the table and rubs my shoulders encouragingly. "Good girl."
I take a deep breathe as more blood rushes to my head. it roars in my ears.
"Wasn't so bad was it?"
I shake my head. Too stunned to speak.
"How do you feel?"
"Wow, so much better" I laugh in relief at home incredible how my neck now feel.
"Now you said you have low back pain?" He swings around the side of the table. I nod. " Lay on your stomach."
Toji stands over my prone body, "I'm going to lift your shirt up a bit."
I feel the fabric slowly graze my low back, a chill springs up at the chill to the room temperature. But it's quickly heated by Toji's warm palms coming to rest right at the dimples above my ass. His thumbs dig it, moving in slow circles and I moan at the delicious pain.
"Seems like a pinched nerve. Nothing to adjust really."I hear toji readjust his positioning, "I need a better angle to push it back into place. "
He leans on the table, one knee bumping between mine so he's able to dig his thumb hard into my sacrum. "Just breathe."
I feel a nudge in my lower spine as he pushes into it, a tingling sensation shoots around my hips. I sigh in relief as the nerve is released.
"There we go," he continues to rub his thumbs into my back, and with the pain subsiding, I can't help but arch into his hands, losing myself to sensations. "Does that help?
When I nod, his hands move lower, spreading outward to grip my sides. "You have beautiful hips..."
I arch more into his touch, the movement causing my body to shift downwards, putting my aching core directly onto his knee. I fear I've gone too far but he doesn't move, just continues to rub my low back, moving slower, almost guiding my hips in circular motions.
The rough fabric of his sweats catches my already wet center. The thin yoga pants I'm wearing probably show just how aroused I am. I continue to grind on his knee; he continues to move my hips, completely silent as though he's afraid of snapping me out of this deviant act.
"Oh, god," I gasp, pushing my hard onto his knee as my orgasm rips through me. I lose myself in it, humping like a damn bitch in heat against him.
When I land back on earth and catch my breath, I push myself to my elbows. My hair sticks to my sweaty face.
Looking behind me at toji, I don't know what to expect. I see toji, still as a lake. His hands have loosened on my hips. He stares at me with pupils that completely engulf his green irises. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly and removes his knee from between my legs, coming to a standing position. My cheeks are on fire as I see the damp spot on his pants from me.
I stand quickly from the table, my blood rushes to my head and causes me to go blind momentarily. I stumble past him without waiting to see clearly.
After mumbling a thanks, I rush out the door, leaving my gym bag behind...
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personal update
Hi! Hello! I'm sorry I haven't been very personable lately. A lot of you probably know I have been struggling with my health. Which has been going on for. nearly 5 years now. And I've just steadily gotten worse and worse, lol,
Anyway. I wanted to post an update to say I may have finally hit a breakthrough. 🥲🤞
I have some sort of fun wombo-combo of about 3 or 4 conditions trying to destroy me all at once, so every treatment I've tried (which isn't actually a lot, since there are no real treatments for what I have and most doctors don't want to deal with it) has done nothing and I have also been to just about every kind of medical specialist under the sun. I still get nightmares over the disaster that was traveling all the way to Mayo Clinic and I've been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.
My main doctor right now is a rheumatologist who I think I haunt at night. I've stumped him for what seems like the first time in his life. But he's trying harder than anyone else I've had before. Everyone else sent me away at this point lol
But this update comes after I had a "fuck it" moment and decided to once again apply to the big hospital nearby, because apparently I am somehow on their roster after being rejected over and over for several years now 🤪 (I think it's because of an echocardiogram I did on one of their campuses.)
Anywho, we managed to find a doctor willing to prescribe me a drug could help me feel human again. I've been to about 3 neurologists over this nonsense and no one was willing to jump through the hoops for it because it is, admittedly, an absolute pain in the ass to prescribe. It's called Xywav and it's not only a highly controlled substance but also the only damn drug of its type on the market. So you can only imagine the gerrymandering.
He's sending me to another doctor first, just to see if this other guy can offer any insight into wtf is wrong with me, but if he doesn't suggest anything else I should finally be on track to try it! I obviously don't know if it will work for me but it's the only decent bet I have left. If it doesn't work I am going to cry for about 3 months straight so please help me manifest this
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“I’ve never used a gun before,” the hero swallowed, mouth dry. They had never needed to, but now—
The villain’s head lolled over to look at them. A lazy grin spread across their face.
“Don’t worry,” they held the hero’s gaze, unflinching. “I have.”
The gun went off. Across the room, one of their enemies dropped, blood splattering against the wall.
Still, the villain didn’t break eye contact, content to shoot without looking. They hit their target every time, but still—
“Can you please look where you’re pointing that thing?”
“Why,” the villain tipped their head, and that shit eating grin was back, “Am I making you nervous, hero?”
The hero grimaced as the villain sent another target sprawling onto the floor. Surely they had to run out of ammo eventually?
When the hero didn’t respond, the villain laughed.
“Oh, I am. Well, that’s adorable, frankly.”
The hero flinched at the next gunshot, and the villain nodded their head towards the hero’s gun. “If you were to—and bear with me this is a crazy idea—help me, this would be over with way faster.”
The hero looked down to their gun, shifting it side to side in their hands. It didn’t look all that hard. Point, aim, shoot. They could do that, right?
They lifted their gun, aiming at the nearest combatant—
The villain slid to a stop next to them, tsking, and their hand settled onto the hero’s gun too quickly for them to see. “Not-no not quite like that,” they hummed in the hero’s ear, and though they couldn’t see their face, the hero knew they were amused.
The hero’s jaw clenched with irritation.
“First,” the villain murmured, far too close, “Safety needs to be off.” They clicked something on the hero’s gun, repositioning the hero’s hands as they did. “Second,” they continued, and the hero shivered. “Don’t aim at me, love. You like me too much to kill me.”
“You’re awfully sure about that.”
The villain half rested their chin on the hero’s shoulder, batting their eyes. Their free arm jerked up, firing a shot behind them at someone who had evidently gotten too close to the two of them.
“I am,” they grinned. Their hand rested over the hero’s once more. “Now, aim,” they guided the hero’s hand towards the nearest enemy. Their finger slipped over the hero’s on the trigger. “And shoot.” They pulled down on the trigger, trapping the hero’s finger underneath theirs, so when the gun fired, they fired it together. The hero winced.
It was louder than the hero had thought it would be.
Across the room, the body dropped.
“Good,” the villain praised, voice low, and something stirred in the hero’s chest. “Again, love.”
They guided the hero through the motions once more.
By the time there was no one left to fight, the villain was staring at them with a look they couldn’t decipher. It was all encompassing. Hungry. Wild.
The hero cleared their throat, and the villain smirked like they knew what the hero was doing.
They eyed the hero, still with that look on their face.
“God, you’re pretty with a gun in your hand,” the villain cursed. They stepped closer. The hero didn’t move, holding their breath as the villain wiped a splattering of blood off their face. “Pretty covered in blood, too, but that might be a bit too insane for you, hm?”
The hero’s face went hot. It wasn’t, they thought. They wanted to kiss the villain so badly they worried it might be a sickness, twisting their mind, something terminal. But still, that smile—
The villain stepped away. They scanned the hero’s blushing face, and grinned harder at whatever they saw.
Gently, they took the gun from the hero’s hands, vanishing it behind their back.
“The next time you need someone to show you how to shoot, give me a call,” they nodded towards the hero’s hands. “I wouldn’t want someone else touching my hero, now would I?”
The hero couldn’t stop the smile that spread across their face.
The villain winked, stepped back, and was gone.
My hero.
Oh, the hero was well and truly fucked.
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