☯ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader
☯ Genre: smut
☯ Word count: 1.3k
☯ Summary: When your boyfriend asks you to come to the gym with him, your hesitation and boredom cause him to find a way to entertain you.
☯ Warnings: piv, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), mirror sex, public sex, Jeongin has a dirty ass mouth (but we love it), choking/hand around your throat, Jeongin calls reader a "pretty thing" "slut" "whore" "good girl", he is a cheeky little shit
☯ A/N: Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings!
☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.
Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!
"Pleaaaase. Just come with me!"
This is how your morning has started, with your loving boyfriend begging you to go to the gym with him. Not your ideal morning since all you want to do is relax around your apartment. That was, of course, until Jeongin showed up at your door.
He pouts at your silent refusal as you stand in front of him, unmoving, "I have to go anyway, but if you come with me then we get to spend more time together."
Sighing, you make your way back to your bedroom to get dressed. You are wrapped around his finger and he knows it. One simple glassy eyed look accompanied by pouty lips and you're agreeing to anything he says or asks of you.
When you walk back to the door to meet Jeongin, he is bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet with a bright smile on his face, cheeks bunched up under his eyes. Trying not to squander his excitement but hoping to compromise, you cradle his face in your hands, "I'll go with you, but I'm not working out."
Happily nodding, he grabs your hand and drags you out the door, "That's okay! As long as we're together."
Cute.
…
The gym was virtually empty, rows of equipment going unused. Jeongin walks you to the back of the gym and into a smaller area. He stands in front of the mirror that covers the wall, stretching while you seat yourself on the chest press machine to watch him.
A solid hour into his gym session, you're bored out of your mind. You whine to Jeongin, begging him to cut it short and finish up. He only laughs, "You wouldn't be so bored if you did something."
Rolling your eyes, you throw the small towel sitting next to you at him, "I only came for you. Not to workout."
"Compromise?" He suggests, letting the towel hit his chest as he continues to use the machine you were once sat on.
You nod your head, raising an eyebrow in question, allowing him to continue, "I can use you to work out."
Eyes widening comically large, your mind going to dirty places, you try to stutter out a response. Not being able to find the words, Jeongin seems to catch on quickly at your blabbering, "Not like that!" He pauses, a sly smirk forming on his face, "Unless you want me to use you? Fuck you against that mirror? Or better yet, make you watch yourself while I fuck you?"
Your lips form a tight line, breath catching in your throat. Jeongin tilts his head, resembling a curious puppy while you resemble a fish out of water, gaping at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, standing up and coming face to face with you, "Get on my back. I need to do squats."
He turns away from you, bending down slightly and allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist when he lifts you onto his back. He continues his workout as if he never said anything out of the ordinary.
When he sets you back on the ground again, he squats down and rests his back against a bench. He moves his legs out from under him, patting his raised hips, "Sit."
Obeying once again, you straddle him, sitting on his waist. He taps your legs, silently telling you to lift them off of the ground for him. Your hands rest on his chest for balance, bending your knees to keep your feet from hitting the floor as he raises his hips, lowering them seconds later before repeating the action. His clothed dick rubs against your ass, getting harder with every hip thrust.
Frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands, rocking your hips against his, pussy clenching around nothing when you grind against Jeongin. His hands quickly move to your hips, standing up, giving you no time to react as you stumble to your feet. Hands squeezing your hips so tightly that his fingerprints will be on your skin for days, his face comes close to yours, "You think you can get away with that, huh?"
Heart racing and breathing rapidly, you don't answer him. One of Jeongin's hands leaves your waist, wrapping his fingers around your throat, "I asked you a question. Answer it."
You shake your head, one hand coming up to grab his wrist while the other fists his shirt. He gives your throat a squeeze before sliding it up to grip your jaw, "Words, pretty thing. Use them."
"No, I'm sorry." He knows you don't mean it. You were doing it on purpose. Riling him up to get his attention.
Jeongin completely lets go of you, backing away and pulling down his shorts, his dick springing out of his boxers when he pulls down the waistband. Reaching for your hips, he pulls you toward him, quickly ridding you of your own bottoms, letting you kick them off to the side. Groaning when he sees how wet you are, he sits on the bench, stroking his cock while maintaining eye contact.
He stops, jerking your body toward him and spinning you around before sitting you on his lap, facing the mirror across the small room. His dick rests on your back as he reaches around to spread your legs apart, keeping them open with his own legs and kneading the insides of your thighs.
Effortlessly lifting you up, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding inside in one swift motion. When you try to rock your hips, Jeongin grips them again, keeping you in place as he slips in and out of your throbbing cunt.
Moaning loudly, you grab onto his wrist with one hand, the other grabbing onto your own leg. Jeongin scoffs from behind you, "You want people to hear what a needy little slut you are? See how well you take my cock?"
The thought of someone walking in on you only serves to turn you on even more. You let out another loud moan, head spinning as he picks up his pace, pounding into you. Tightly closing your eyes as he hits all of the right places, your breathing picking up as you let out small whimpers between your moans.
"Open your eyes, baby." Jeongin's voice comes out strong, almost as if he isn't affected at all.
You do as he says, watching his dick sink inside your throbbing pussy. Your eyes meet his hooded ones through the mirror, "Atta girl. Be a good little whore and touch yourself for me."
Jeongin's hands gripping your waist, slamming you down on his dick repeatedly as your fingers circle your clit. Loud moans ring out from the both of you, the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the room. He grunts into your shirt, "That's right, take it like a good girl."
The coil in your stomach snaps, unraveling with a choked scream as he continues his assault on your soaking wet pussy. He buries his dick deep inside of you, releasing with a loud groan. Jeongin slides out of you, gently sitting you on the bench before slipping his cock back into his boxers and pulling his shorts up, "I should add that into my routine."
Laughing at his proposition, you let him clean you up before he grabs your bottoms from the floor, helping you stand and put them back on, "I wouldn't be opposed."
He smiles at you, softly holding your face between his hands and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. Pulling away, he presses another kiss to your forehead before grabbing his gym bag and turning back to you, "I would say I'm serious, but I don't think we'll be allowed back at this gym."
Tilting your head in confusion, he points to the camera in the corner of the room, answering your silent question. Your cheeks flush bright red as you begin to rush a laughing Jeongin out of the gym without being seen.
