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If you’d known before you started at this gym, you think you would have picked another. Of course the employees were all smiles, the gym itself looked nice and clean and the membership costs were within your budget, none of those were a problem. You’d never dealt with harassment or ogling, and they even had one of those cool cryotherapy chamber thingies. The problem with this gym was… the noise. The noise from one patron in particular, who, without fail, was there almost every single time you went to work out. Part of you was convinced he never left the place. A gym bro covered in tattoos and always sporting black nail polish (you think it’s called ‘joth’), his name was Arataki Itto, and he never, ever shut the fuck up.
Like you said, there were no issues whatsoever with harassment - his noise was all encouragement and praise, half of which was directed at himself but verbalized publicly for some reason. He never bothered you when you had your headphones in and left you alone if you asked him to, but he was just so damn loud that it didn’t matter if you were the target of his attention or not. His voice was loud enough to pierce right through whatever music or podcast you had on, so you could never focus and really get into the workout.
It seemed like there wasn’t a lot the staff could do. The most aggressive he got was when someone called him out for being annoying, to which he’d respond with rants about it being a free country or how he had just as much right to work out there as the people who didn’t like him, so all of the regulars there seemed to have decided it was better to live with it than deal with the consequences of telling him to shut up. But one day, as he was being particularly obnoxious, a thought crossed your mind. He seemed to take issue with being confronted by disdain, but had anyone ever just approached him in a friendly and diplomatic way to try and get him to chill the fuck out? You hadn’t witnessed it, at the very least. Better yet, what if you focused his ego into something constructive, like, say, sharing some of his vast knowledge with someone else. Someone like you.
And so, for the first time, you approached him.
“Hey hey, Y/N, how’s it hanging?” he asks as you make your way over to his treadmill. He’s running at a marathon pace, not too fast and not too slow, but he speaks as casually as if he were standing still.
“Hey, Itto,” you say, flashing him a smile. “Quick question.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Shoot”
“You seem to be a real expert at this stuff, yeah? I was wondering… well, I’m a total beginner at all of this, and I was hoping maybe you could give me a few pointers on lifting. I don’t really know what I’m doing, and…”
His eyes light up as you trail off. “Good call, asking me, Y/N. I am basically an expert, honestly I’m probably the most experienced lifter at this whole gym, you know?” He tilts his chin up with pride.
“Is that so?” You can’t decide if you think that’s true or not. He is pretty ripped, and he’s certainly not lacking for hours at the gym.
“You bet your ass it is! And of course I’d be willing to show you the ropes, I’m just that nice of a guy,” the haughtiness is just dripping from his voice at this point, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask his advice for ages.
You flash him a grin. “Awesome, thanks so much!”
For the next hour, Itto shows you the basics of lifting, and takes the time to assess your current level of skill. He’s a surprisingly competent teacher, actually. You weren’t exactly lying when you had said you were inexperienced at lifting, so it was nice that this might actually help you build some strength.
“Aaand howsabout we call that a wrap?” Itto says after having pushed you almost to your limits. You nod and let out a long breath. You feel surprisingly good. You honestly expected him to do the same thing as usual, just with the shouting directed at you instead of nobody. Instead, he diligently taught you the right way to hold the barbell so as to not hurt yourself, told you which exercises to do for which muscles, gave you advice on the sort of schedule you should follow so you don’t overwhelm your whole body, and even told you what to avoid if you didn’t want to accidentally end up too buff.
“Have you ever thought about being a personal trainer, Itto?” you ask as you set your weights down and grab your towel, wiping sweat from your forehead. “You’re actually really good at teaching this stuff. I bet people would pay you good money for this kind of thing.”
“Oh, is that so?” he cocks an eyebrow, “Well if you’re offering, I’d gladly accept compensation for my services” He flashes you a shit-eating grin. Oh no.
You put your hands up in front of you defensively. “Sorry, I mean, I don’t really have the money for that kind of thing, but I’m really grateful you’re helping me and…”
He laughs and you trail off. His laugh is deep and genuine and unexpectedly gorgeous. Was it always like that?
“I was just teasing, I wouldn’t really ask you for money,” he chuckles. “Buuuut I wouldn’t mind getting your number.”
With a grin matching his, you grab your cell phone and exchange contact information, making plans to meet back up for another workout session in a few days. It isn’t until you’re on your way home that you realize you had forgotten to mention anything about his noise, and you curse at yourself under your breath. Well, he was actually fairly well behaved today, since he was preoccupied with helping you. Maybe if you keep buddying up to him, he’ll continue with the good behavior.
***
After a few weeks, you no longer dread going to the gym. In fact, you honestly look forward to it now. You and Itto have become fast friends, much to your surprise. He’s over the top, for sure, but he’s earnest, he cares about others, and he’s the best hype man you’ve ever had. Being around him makes you feel awesome about yourself.
You’d been making steady progress, and today was no different. In fact, you’d finally managed to deadlift 200 pounds, a feat you could never have imagined before you’d started training with Itto. You didn’t even feel all that exhausted as you finished up for the day.
A slap reverberates against the middle of your back. “Damnit Itto, ow!”
“Sorry, sorry, I was trying to give you a pat on the back, but I don’t know my own strength,” he laughs. “But anyway, hey, Y/N, we should celebrate! It’s not every day you break 200!”
You think about it for a minute. You didn’t have any other plans tonight, so why not? “Sure, I’m down,” you say, “What’d you have in mind?”
“Drinks?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. You nod and he grins.
“But you’re buying,” you tell him. “And it’s been ages since I’ve gone out drinking, so go easy on me.”
***
Streetlights stream in through the windows.
He slams you against the wall with a little too much force. You mutter out an “ouch” and he mutters out a “sorry”. You give him a mischievous smile in response and his cheeks flare up. His whole body is buzzing with excitement. He goes in for a kiss, his lips clumsy against yours as you shove your tongue past his teeth.
The kiss is hot, the taste of piss-cheap beer and screwdrivers mixing on your tongues, his clumsy mouth falling into a more composed rhythm as it goes on. He’s not half bad at this, actually. But he pulls away with a smack, trailing a line down your jaw and nibbling at your ear.
His breath is hot against your neck as he nuzzles into your collarbone, breaking contact only to pull your shirt over your head with one smooth movement. With a huff, he grabs your hips and hoists you up another couple of inches up the wall, aligning his lips with one of your nipples and biting down lightly. A filthy little sound escapes your lips. He sucks and nips at your chest, and as his mouth works you into a fervor, you lace your hands through his hair.
“Hold on a minute,” he says, the words vibrating against your nipple and making you shiver a little. He wraps his arms more securely around your hips and lifts you, moving through the dark room and dropping you down onto his couch. He leans over you, switching to the other nipple as he continues to assault your chest. But now, with a solid surface underneath you, his hands are free to snake downward between your thighs and underneath the waistband of your pants. You yelp as his hands meet with your wetness. His fingers are thick and calloused and rough and you’re coming unwound beneath them already.
“Fuck, Itto, slow down,” you laugh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“S-sorry,” he says, pulling away. His whole face is flushed, his lips are a little swollen, and you’ve made a complete mess of his hair. You almost think you can see hearts shining in his eyes through the darkness. If you weren’t already dripping with lust, just one look at his face like that and you would be. You grab his chin with both hands and pull him in for another kiss, smiling against his lips.
“I could die happy right now,” he says as you break for a breath.
“Already?!” you laugh, “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
His face turns serious for a second. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted you?” he asks, his voice low. You can feel your cheeks heat up at the question.
His serious expression breaks and he lets out something halfway between a grunt and a moan as you palm him through his sweatpants.
“Then let’s make it a night you’ll never forget,” you say.
You pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock. His mouth falls open as you begin to pump him up and down, and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue back down his throat. Even through the kiss, he’s loud as ever, both up top and down below, making no effort to hide his moans while his precum lubricates your hand and makes a wet schlick schlick schlick.
He can feel himself inching closer to release, and he pulls away. It’s way too early for that, what if rumors start spreading about the great Arataki Itto being a quick finish? Dropping to his knees in front of the couch, he swiftly removes your pants and underwear, grabs your knees and spreads your legs apart, throwing one of them over his shoulder for good measure. You gasp as he moves his mouth to your sex, dragging his tongue in a wet trail along the length of it. Moving his hand up towards your face, his tongue gets to work flicking circles around your most sensitive spot. He runs his pointer and middle finger along your bottom lip, as if asking for entry. You catch on and comply, taking the two fingers into your mouth and sucking on their thick length. His huge hand fills your mouth up completely.
Pleasure wafts over you from a particularly pointed flick of Itto’s skilled tongue, and you moan, drool dripping down onto his wrist. After a bit, he pulls his hand and mouth away from you at the same time, a thin film of saliva forming between his fingers as he pulls them apart. Wiping his mouth with his dry hand, he gives you a mischievous look.
“That should be plenty wet,” he says, and before you can confirm what he means by that, he moves the saliva-covered digits between your legs and to your entrance, sliding one inside with a wet squelch.
Holy shit. It’s been a long time since you’ve been on the verge of cumming this quickly, but the finger he slid in hooked into the right spot immediately . You let out a strangled breath, followed by an “Ohhhhh fuck.”
“That good, huh?” he smiles. Before you can answer, his mouth goes right back between your legs to work your front, while he pulls the finger out and pumps it right back in. Your tight hole twitches around his finger as he pounds into you again and again, gradually loosening around him as you inch closer to the edge. When he finally decides he’s got room to slip in the second finger, you’re coming undone in his mouth. He continues pumping his fingers as you ride out your high, but pulls his mouth away.
“You alright?” he asks, looking up to meet your half-lidded eyes. You nod. “Wanna keep going?” Another enthusiastic nod. He grins. “ Good.”
Standing up, he pulls his fingers out and motions for you to turn around. You comply, leaning your elbows on the back of the couch and sticking your ass up in the air to face him, your naked body completely exposed to him as he rakes his eyes over the sight before him.
He wastes no time positioning himself at your entrance, which is still twitching and needy after feeling so full only moments before. The two of you moan loudly in unison as he thrusts inside in one go, grinding upward to make sure he’s fit every centimeter that he can inside of you. He pulls back, and thrusts in again with a wet smack. A spattering of “Fuck”’s and “Oh, God”’s fill the air as he picks up the pace gradually, lewd sounds getting louder and louder in time.
You can feel your ass getting red simply from the smack of your ass against his torso as he pounds into you, his hands guiding your hips to meet his cock with every thrust. He’s ruthless, and you love it.
He reaches his peak more quickly than you expected, squeezing your thighs together tightly as his hips spasm into you with his release. Without giving you a chance to rest, he hoists you up and flips you around on his cock, carrying you to the other end of his studio apartment and flopping you on the bed without even pulling out.
“I hope you’re ready to go all night, because I’m just getting started,” he says when he sees the surprise on your face.
Oh boy, you’re in for it now. You don’t know what else you expected.
***
Your head throbs as you wake up, trying to parse out the unfamiliar surroundings.
Oh, right.
You jerk upright, covering yourself with the sheet that somehow ended up on top of you. Itto snores facedown on the bed next to you. Oh, thank goodness. Your entire body aches like hell. You lost count of how many times you went at it last night. His stamina was incredible .
You crawl out of the bed as quietly as possible, moving slowly and gathering your clothes on the floor by the couch, right where they were thrown off last night. Dressing as quickly as possible, you check your pockets for your things and, finding everything you’d come here with, make plans to stop by the nearest drugstore for some painkillers and water.
As quietly as you can, you make your way to the door, but before you can escape, you hear rustling behind you, followed by, “I better see you at the gym tomorrow, no skipping leg day just because of this.” You turn from the doorway and see Itto grinning at you from the bed, waving a farewell.
You flash him a grin. “Of course not. See you there.”