deltoids

Exhibit A: Danny with his weak ass pathetic lookin chicken noodle ass legs. look at those knees.. pitiful. 

buT then he Buffed tf UP look at those pecs! His legs aint noodles anymore even his aRMS are thicker??

getting your ass kicked on a daily basis really pays off huh 

Tonight’s gym selfie! Couldn’t get out of bed this morning, so I went for a quick 30 minutes of cardio and chest day after work instead. Also, I finally sort of look like I have a tan. Only took until July 😂

Noticing You

Request: Idk if you’re taking requests but I be spent 3 days reading everything on your blog and it’s so great haha. Can you plssss do a shownu FLUFF/smutty where another member walks in on u

Member: Monsta X’s Shownu x Y/N x (ft. Wonho) 

Type: fluff/smutty situations


Your eyes played across Shownu’s deltoids as he kept his back turned to you. His large hands were gripped around a pair of dumbbells as he fully extended his elbows, lifting the weights into the air above his head. You looked up in the mirror just as a single bead of sweat slid down his temple and hit his cheekbone. 

“Oh man,” you hissed, shaking your head and looking back down to the progress screen of the treadmill you were shuffling on. You had been there for nearly four miles, going at a steady speed, not even realizing your distance. You had an amazing distraction after all, so you weren’t surprised that you had nearly made your goal in such a short amount of time. 

You looked up again just as Shownu did, catching his eyes for a brief moment in the reflective wall. He cracked a grin before looking away, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt your face immediately begin to heat up, looking anywhere but at the man you had been silently eying up for the better part of an hour. 

“Focus,” you muttered, looking at the small screen flashing brightly before you. Your cardio would be finished any moment and you could escape the situation. 

You had joined the gym roughly three months ago in an attempt at a new year’s resolution. After an oddly difficult approval process, you were given a membership and made an internal promise to go at least three times a week, if not more. You were hellbent on living a healthier lifestyle, even if it meant replacing fast food with the gym…

or at least having the gym quietly coincide with your fast food runs. 

After visiting the fitness center a handful of times, you quickly came to understand why it was so difficult to secure a membership. The place was teaming with idols. Members of Monsta X, Seventeen, and BtoB often frequented the equipment and it was an average occurrence to see more than one member at any time. Of course you initially caught yourself fangirling, but you quickly fell into the strange normalcy of working out around celebrities. Not to mention, it was a pretty good incentive to actually make use of your year contract, and bust your butt while you were there. 

It also helped that after you got over your initial stuttering, you had shared countless numbers of conversations with various Korean celebrities, just looking for some normalcy themselves. After all, you were all human, just with different skill sets and professions.  

You looked up again, biting your lip as you tried to use your peripherals to sight Shownu. He was no longer in your field of vision, having disappeared from the weight area while you were trying to deflate the balloon of embaressment growing in your chest.

“Hey,” a deep voice said simply, a bit too close to your ear. 

“Aish,” you groaned, spinning and nearly tripping over your feet. A pair of strong hands gripped your arm until you managed to regain your footing. You placed your sneakers on either side of the treadmill and halted the machine before even bothering to look up. “Show-shownu?”

He nodded, his eyes disappearing into slits as he smirked. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright,” you hummed, regaining your composure before beginning to walk on the machine again. “I just didn’t see you.”

“You did earlier,” Shownu chuckled, pushing on the treadmill he was now using. It kicked into action and Shownu began casually walking, giving you a side eye at the same time. 

Your jaw dropped slightly, heat beginning to flood your face that had nothing to do with your workout. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking away from your amazed expression. 

You shook your head, incapable of even forming a sentence. Looking down to your machine, you noted that you were now half a mile over your goal. You quickly halted, grabbed your water bottle, and gave a fleeting nod to Shownu. “Later.”

You scrubbed a hand over the back of your neck as you speed walked away from the machines and toward the locker room. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you whispered, disappearing behind the door marked for women. You sighed as soon as you realized you were alone and shut your eyes, leaning against the cold lockers behind you. You remained still for a moment, keeping your eyes closed as the door to the locker room cracked open. 

“I’m sorry,” a deep voice groaned. You immediately looked up, your lashes fluttering at the sight of a red-faced Shownu. A hand was clamped tightly over his eyes and the other was stretched out before him. He touched the lockers gingerly, stopping and focusing his hearing. “Y/N? Are you there?”

“I’m here,” you hummed. “You are also here…in the women’s locker room.”

“I know,” he groaned. “But I felt really bad after what I said, so I wanted to apologize.”

“You said you were sorry directly after saying it,” you chuckled uneasily, hoisting yourself up to cross the room and stand in front of Shownu. You placed your hands on your hips and tilted your head. 

“But it wasn’t enough,” he sighed. “I know I made you uncomfortable.”

“You know…” you hummed, looking Shownu up and down. He was still clad in his workout clothes, a tank top and gym shorts. The short space between you was causing your heart to race, but you hand’t planned on backing down. “You could’ve waited until I left the locker area.”

Shownu remained silent as he opened a space between his pointer and middle finger. He looked through his hands and down to you, letting out a deep breath as he dropped his arm to his side. 

“So this is what it looks like in here,” he nodded, pursing his lips. “It’s like the men’s…but cleaner. Smells a lot better too.”

You sighed, shook your head, and crossed your arms. “Shownu…”

“Hm?” he hummed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back toward you. 

“What are you doing? Really?” you whispered. 

“I guess…I guess I didn’t really want to apologize,” he grumbled. “Because I wasn’t really sorry.”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth opened and closed, attempting to utter out any words. You were rendered speechless, which suited Shownu since he wasn’t finished talking yet. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, but not for what I said,” he explained. “I’ve noticed you watching me before…”

“Oh god,” you whispered, spinning to hide your face. Shownu let out a soft chuckle and reached out for your arm, forcing you to face him. His fingers were like fire on your moist skin and you flinched away from his unfaltering touch. 

“But I liked it,” Shownu finished with a smile. 

For a moment you thought you had passed out and hit your head on a bench on the way down. Surely this was a strange psychotic episode that you had dreamt up all on your own. 

“You…you did?” you stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes. 

He nodded, his grin growing on his handsome face. “I’m not one to misspeak.”

You shook your head a bit, trying to come to the realization of what he was saying. 

“So…” you hummed, furrowing your brows. 

“So,” Shownu nodded, taking a few steps toward you. He kept his hand light on your arm as his face approached yours. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

His eyes searched your face as his hand moved from your arm to the back of your neck. His strong fingers held you in place as he tilted his head, licking his lips. 

You tried to contain yourself, letting a hiss out between your teeth as you subconsciously begged for him to come closer. You knew that you and Shownu didn’t know too much about each other, other than the pleasantries you exchanged every now and again. You knew you shouldn’t be trying to kiss him in the locker room at the gym, but there was something about his muscles pulsing beneath his sweaty, tanned skin…

Shownu’s nose grazed across your cheek as his breaths became hot on your lips. He was painstakingly slow in his motions and you could hardly handle the tension. His opposite hand moved forward, grasping your hip. The waistband of his workout shorts was now pressed against your torso. 

A quiet clunk echoed through the locker room as Shownu eased you against the cold metal of the lockers around you. You let out a small whimper, the temperature causing you to shiver in the shadow of Shownu’s warmth. 

That was when his lips suddenly hit yours. Hesitant and shy at first, they worked with the rhythm of your racing heartbeats. Shownu wanted to be gentle, but was incapable of showing restraint. Subtlety was not his strong suit. 

You gasped as Shownu gripped both of your thighs, pulling you up to straddle his waist. He only allowed your lips to break for a moment before he began to kiss you again, more urgent than before. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, running your fingernails across the nape. This caused Shownu to groan, giving you the opportunity to place your tongue between his lips and entangle with his. You felt a growing bulge pulsing behind his workout shorts and rubbing against your core. He dropped your thighs, letting your sneakers find the floor again. You removed one of the hands that was snaked around his neck and began to rub his member, gently at first, but quickly grew in fervor. He closed his eyes, letting out a brief groan as he pushed his body even closer to yours, biting down on your shoulder as you continued your motions. 

“Can I?” you whispered, tugging at his shirt. Without having to give permission, he ripped off his tank top on his own, and tossed it over his shoulder. In the brief moment, you became even more aware that you were in a public space, doing a very private thing. 

Your hands roamed over the muscles you had admired for so long. You kissed Shownu’s neck gently, sucking on his skin and causing small patches of red and purple in your wake. Even though he was post work out, he smelled incredible. It was almost as if he was wearing cologne, but you knew it was near impossible with his workout regiment. 

“Yah!” a low voice groaned, emerging from the shower area. You immediately pushed away from Shownu, eyes wide as you looked around his frame. 

“Wonho?”

Wonho gripped at a towel clinging around his waist and looked at you both with furrowed brows. Water dripped from his blonde bangs onto his bare chest. “What are you two doing?”

“What are you doing?” you gasped. “This is the women’s locker room!”

Wonho looked down to the floor, his cheeks turning a bright red. “The body wash in here smells better.”

“It’s so clean in here, right?” Shownu nodded, looking at his member as if this was a normal occurrence. 

“It is!” Wonho nodded, his eyes wide as he looked back up at the two of you. 

“Aigoo, both of you, out! Now!” you groaned, picking up Shownu’s tank top and tossing it at his bare stomach. 

“But I don’t-” Wonho groaned, beginning to pull on his own clothing. 

“Out!” you repeated. 

Shownu smiled as he tugged on his tank top, placing a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll wait outside then.”

Originally posted by moved-to-lostinmonstax