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Gym | (m)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference.
Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint.
Words: 8.5k
Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.
A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.
(he really built like that huh?)
“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”
You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.
“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.
“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.
“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”
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Irresistible
⋙Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
⋙Word count: 1983
⋙Warnings: MAN BUN KOOK, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, choking, fingering, dom!jungkook if you squint, MAN BUN KOOK, foul language, there’s fluff at the end I promise, oh and last but not least MAN BUN KOOK
⋙A/N: I would sell my soul to a crossroads demon for some chicken nuggets and the ability to see Jungkook with his hair up in a bun. In conclusion, this is a purely self-indulgent piece dedicated to my birthday boy
Jungkookie: Babeeee don’t you want to come work out with me?
His birthday is coming up soon. As in within twelve hours soon and he’s been increasingly more insufferable the closer we get to September 1st because he knows that no one can say no to him.
Me: Absolutely not
Jungkookie: Pls [Attached: 1 image]
Part of me wants to ignore his message because I already know exactly what I’m going to see but the part of me that is absolutely whipped for Jeon Jungkook wins out. With a tap of my finger the picture is revealed. Curses fly out of my mouth haphazardly at the sight of my extra large boyfriend looking extra tiny as he pouts at the camera. He knows that’s my weakness. I thrash around on the bed and curse some more. That fucker is really about to get his way and I hate it but I couldn’t resist that pouting face if I tried. I don’t even bother replying. He already knows the answer anyway.
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see you around || jjk
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: college, strangers (idiots) to lovers, fitness instructor! jungkook, fluff, smut
word count: 13.9k
summary: you know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar and obsess over with your friends, but know there’s about a one percent chance they’ll ever talk to you or even know who you are? that’s precisely what jeon jungkook was to you; a piece of delicious eye candy that you could daydream about all you wanted, but had to accept that it was too unrealistic to ever happen. or so you thought. after an embarrassing accident at the gym that makes your worlds collide, maybe you had been wrong about your chances all along.
a/n: when i came up with this idea in my head, i guessed it would be around 5k words. guess my hands slipped. this is only my second bts fic, but after getting good feedback for my first one, i decided to give it another try and this is what happened. i tried to edit closely, but there may be a few types so i’m sorry! thanks for reading & pls lmk what you think. :)
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