Steve going too hard on leg day and waking up the next morning totally and utterly sore. He mopes around the house, wincing every time he goes to sit or has to pick something up (because Eddie is a little shit who purposely drops things just to make fun of Steve and hear his cute whines). Eddie teases steve about how he could have made him the good kind of sore if he stayed in yesterday instead of going to the gym. Steve just glares at him and takes an extra dose of aspirin to get through the day.
Later, that night when steve is still in pain and eddie is feeling a bit bad about all his teasing, he offers to massage Steve’s sore muscles. Steve spends the next hour sprawled out on his stomach on their bed while eddie sits between his open legs. Fingers kneading Steve’s thick thighs and ridiculously toned ass. It takes a lot of willpower but eddie manages to keep it strictly professional (a feat that’s quite impressive given the moans steve keeps letting slip).
It’s only when Steve swears he’s going to give up on leg day, does eddie get a little handsy. He slaps Steve’s tone ass playful and tells Steve he’ll never get another butt/thigh massage out of him if he quits.
warnings: reader has bad leg cramps. mentions of wanting marriage.
before you even know he’s awake, seungcheol is already moving to flip you onto your back.
leg cramps, unfortunately, are common for you. you think it has to do genetics or something (your dad always had horrible ones, and thus you grew up with the same) and less with what you do in your day-to-day life. seungcheol typically sleeps through them, though: you’ve become really good at staying quiet when they hit and massaging your own calf. there’s the rare nights where he wakes up and realizes what’s going on...
and then there’s mornings like this, where he’s awake before you even register what’s happening, and he flips you over like a rag-doll to get to the calf you’re trying to massage (when it’s not the one he can reach easily, that is).
“it’s okay,” he whispers a few times, fingers kneading at the tight muscle. something about this cramp makes you whimper, but he doesn’t let up, working at the tension. “just breathe, honey.”
you try. he continues to massage your calf beyond when the tension dies down, the pain subsiding a little. it’ll be sore when you walk on it, sure, but you can cope with that.
“better?” he asks, a tender look in his eyes. he cares so deeply for you, and it shows in every little thing he does.
you think, in this moment, of how badly you want to marry him right now.
you beckon him forward instead, and he lets go of your leg. drawing him in for a kiss, you smile. “yeah. better.”