gym bro könig is one of those dudes that earn silent eyerolls from you whenever you manage to drag yourself to your local gym. he’s always hogging weights and taking up machines for way too long. sometimes you watch him obnoxiously flex in the mirrors, even though the gym is packed, while he takes progress pics of himself.
gym bro könig stalks through the gym like he owns it, ignoring people left and right when they ask him how long his set still is. always with that dumb baseball hat and headphone combo, hiding his face away.
gym bro könig who leaves his sweaty towel laying around, reserving machines with it, because it’s the way of his people of course. it’s late in the evening and only a few stragglers are still around, so it really shouldn’t bother you, but he’s so fucking smug about it, throwing his nasty towel all over, leaving his sweat behind on the machines.
gym bro könig who makes your blood boil when he does chest presses, his groans and grunts filling the entirety of the nearly empty gym. you want to hate him so bad, you really do. he is so annoying. so toxic. just a big walking red flag. you even complained about him and all the other toxic gym bros like him to your best friend all too often already, so yea, of course you hate him.
except maybe when no one’s there to see, and könig is all too busy with being enamored by himself—maybe you can quietly admit to yourself that he might be a little hot. the hard work that he clearly puts into his body surely pays off. and he’s just so tall, which really doesn’t help with finding him all that disgusting and unattractive.
and maybe that one time you purposefully snatched his sweaty towel off one of the machines to dump it on another random one, maybe, just maybe you got a little whiff of his scent, and maybe it was the best thing you had ever smelled, not even comparable to any guy you had ever interacted with before. and maybe you just need to power up your vibrator when you get home, because clearly you’re just being delusional. yea, that must be it, just a bit needy, maybe even ovulating. because why the fuck else were you dreaming of having this big man between your thighs? why else were you thinking of begging on your knees for just a little taste of the sweat dripping down his skin? just to feel the swollen veins beneath your tongue that always pop out so deliciously when he’s doing his bicep curls?
a/n: yes i have in fact inspired myself to write this by oogling beefy men on pinterest and creating a moodboard for my one and only love—toxic gym bro könig