꣑ৎ Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it), riding
A/N: so....i got inspired by the new clips. Seriously he's so hot in those. Just a small thing while writing way longer stuff.
The home gym in your shared apartment with Jungkook was a testament to his dedication. Mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the sleek black equipment: dumbbells neatly racked, a treadmill in the corner, resistance bands hanging like forgotten vines, and in the center, the sturdy weight bench that had seen countless hours of his sweat and determination. The air always carried a faint metallic tang mixed with his cologne, a scent that had become synonymous with comfort and desire for you.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the sun filtered through the blinds in golden streaks, casting warm patterns on the rubberized floor. You'd wandered in with the intention of just saying hi, maybe stealing a quick kiss before heading back to the living room to binge-watch that new drama series. But as soon as you stepped through the door, your plans evaporated like mist.
Jungkook was in the middle of his workout, his back to you as he faced the mirror. He was shirtless, of course, why bother with fabric when it would just get soaked? His broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling under his golden skin as he powered through a set of bench presses. The barbell clinked softly against the rack with each rep, his breaths coming in controlled, rhythmic huffs. His black workout shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the defined V-lines that disappeared teasingly beneath the waistband. His hair, damp and tousled, fell into his eyes, and he shook it away with an impatient flick of his head.
You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, biting your lower lip as you watched. God, he was beautiful. Not just handsome, sexy in that effortless, raw way that made your stomach twist with want. The way his biceps flexed, veins popping along his forearms, the tautness of his abs as he exhaled sharply, it was all too much. You'd seen him like this a hundred times, but today, something about the intensity in his eyes, the focus etched on his face, ignited a fire in you that you couldn't ignore.
He caught your reflection in the mirror mid-rep, his lips curving into a smirk without breaking his rhythm. "Hey, baby" he grunted, lowering the bar to his chest before pushing it back up with a controlled explosion of power. "What's up? You need something?"
You swallowed, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled between your thighs. "Just... watching. You're looking good."
He chuckled, the sound low and throaty, vibrating through the room. "Yeah? Enjoying the show?" Another rep, his muscles straining beautifully.
"More than you know" you murmured, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering closer. The closer you got, the more intoxicating he became. You stopped behind him, your hands itching to touch.
He racked the bar with a final clang, sitting up and twisting to face you. His chest heaved, and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, those doe eyes sparkling with amusement. "Babe, I'm in the middle of my sets. Gotta finish this chest day strong."
You pouted, stepping between his legs where he sat on the bench. "But Kook... you look so hot right now. I can't help it." Your fingers trailed lightly over his shoulder, feeling the slick warmth of his skin. He shivered slightly under your touch, but his resolve didn't waver.
"Flattery will get you everywhere" he teased, grabbing a towel from the floor to dab at his neck. "But seriously, just two more sets. Then I'm all yours."
Two more sets? That could take another twenty minutes, and you were already aching. The way his arms flexed as he adjusted his position on the bench, the bulge in his shorts that you knew all too well, it was torture. You glanced down, your gaze lingering, and when you looked back up, his eyes had darkened, reading your intent.
"Y/N..." he warned, but there was a playful edge to it, like he was fighting his own urges.
You didn't back down. Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin. "What if I don't want to wait?" Your voice was a whisper, husky with need.
He groaned softly, his hands coming to rest on your hips, squeezing gently. "You're killing me here. But I need to finish. Discipline, remember?"
Oh, you remembered. Jungkook's discipline was legendary, both in his career and his fitness routine. But right now, it was your enemy. An idea sparked in your mind, bold and irresistible. The bench was wide enough, sturdy enough. Why wait when you could have him now, right here?
With a mischievous grin, you pushed him back gently until he was lying flat on the bench again, his legs straddling it. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still resistant. "What are you-"
"Shh" you hushed, climbing onto the bench to straddle his waist. The cool leather stuck slightly to your bare thighs, you were only in a thin tank top and shorts, no bra, the fabric doing little to hide your hardening nipples. You settled your weight on him, feeling the immediate response beneath you, his cock twitching through the layers of clothing.
Jungkook's hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles that sent sparks up your spine. "Baby, come on. I really need to-"
"You can finish your set" you interrupted, grinding down slowly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "I'll just... ride you while you do it."
His eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face. "Here? Now?"
"Why not?" You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear. "You're so strong, Kook. Bet you can handle both."
He hesitated for a split second, but the heat in his gaze told you you'd won. "Fuck, you're impossible" he muttered, but his hands were already sliding up your sides, pushing your tank top higher. "Alright. But if I drop the bar, it's on you."
You laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his fingers grazed your breasts. "Deal."
The next few moments were a blur of hurried movements. You lifted your hips just enough for him to shove his shorts down, his cock springing free, thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum. He was always so responsive to you, and it made your core clench in anticipation. You quickly discarded your own shorts and panties, tossing them aside without a care.
Jungkook lay back fully, reaching up to grip the barbell again. His eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "Ready?"
You positioned yourself over him, one hand steadying on his chest as you sank down slowly. The stretch was exquisite, his length filling you inch by inch until you were seated fully, your clit brushing against his pelvis. You both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming.
"Fuck, Y/N" he hissed, his hips bucking slightly despite his efforts to stay still. "You're so tight."
You bit your lip, adjusting to the fullness. "Start your set, baby. Don't stop on my account."
With a determined nod, he unracked the bar, lowering it to his chest. His muscles tensed beneath you, and the sight of him straining, veins bulging, abs contracting, only heightened your arousal. You began to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge and vein of him inside you.
He pushed the bar up with a grunt, his eyes flicking between the weights and you. "God, this is... insane." Another rep, his breath hitching as you lifted and slammed back down, matching his rhythm.
The bench creaked slightly under the combined movement, but it held firm. Sweat trickled down his temple, and you leaned forward to lick it away, your breasts pressing against his chest. "Keep going" you encouraged, your voice breathy. "You're doing so good."
Rep after rep, he powered through, but his focus was fracturing. Each time he lowered the bar, you clenched around him, drawing out moans that mingled with his exertions. "Y/N... fuck, slow down or I'm gonna-"
"No" you commanded playfully, speeding up your pace. You braced your hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to bounce harder, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet gym. Pleasure built in your core, coiling tight like a spring.
Jungkook racked the bar after the eighth rep, his hands immediately flying to your waist to guide your movements. "Last set" he panted, but his hips were thrusting up now, meeting you halfway. "But I can't... hold back anymore."
"Good" you whimpered, your nails digging into his skin. "Don't."
The shift was electric. What started as you riding him while he worked out turned into a frenzied chase for release. His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to pinch your nipple, the other dipping between your legs to rub your clit in tight circles. You cried out, the dual sensations pushing you closer to the edge.
"You're so fucking sexy" he growled, his voice rough with need. "Watching you like this... taking me while I'm lifting. Shit, baby."
Your movements grew erratic, the bench now a stage for your passion. Sweat slicked your bodies, making every slide and thrust smoother, deeper. You could feel him throbbing inside you, close but holding on for you.
"Kook, I'm gonna come" you gasped, your head falling back as the orgasm crested.
"Come for me" he urged, his thumb pressing harder on your clit. "Let me feel it."
It hit you like a wave, crashing over you in shuddering bliss. Your walls pulsed around him, milking him as you rode out the high, moans spilling from your lips. Jungkook followed seconds later, his grip tightening as he thrust up one final time, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.
You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding in sync. The gym felt hotter now, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That was... not how I planned to finish my workout."
You giggled, nuzzling into his neck. "Better than planned, though?"
"Way better." He shifted slightly, still inside you, making you both hiss at the sensitivity. "But next time, warn a guy."
"Where's the fun in that?" You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were soft now, filled with that post-sex glow that always made your heart flutter.
As the afterglow settled, you reluctantly disentangled, grabbing towels to clean up. Jungkook sat up, wincing a bit, probably from the unconventional workout. "You know, I think I just set a personal record. Bench press with a side of mind-blowing sex."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile. "You're welcome. Now, shower? Together?"
He grinned, pulling you back into his lap. "Only if you promise not to distract me again."
"No promises."
The shower was a natural extension of the gym's intimacy. Under the steaming water, Jungkook's hands were gentle now, soaping your back with care, his lips trailing soft kisses along your shoulder. "You really couldn't wait, huh?" he murmured, amusement lacing his tone.
"Can you blame me?" You turned to face him, running your fingers through his wet hair. "You were all sweaty and muscly. It's like catnip."
He laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Noted. Maybe I should work out more often with you around."
"Just don't overdo it. I need you in one piece." Your hands wandered lower, tracing the lines of his abs, still firm even relaxed.
The water cascaded over you both, washing away the evidence of your passion, but the connection lingered. Jungkook pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you, you know that?"
Your heart swelled. "I love you too, Kook. Tomorrow's leg day, right?"
I had my phone recording and went to the restroom just incase someone grabbed it came back my spot was took didn’t think anything of it went home watched the video 😯 she gave a unattended phone a show
