Gabriella

I finish up my final set and take a breather, dabbing my brow and neck, a slight sheen of sweat now showing on my body.

I shamelessly watch him make his way in, casually greeting Zach when he scans his membership card, Zach trying his best not to glare, his face only hardening once 'J' has his back turned.

Always in that same outfit.

Black shorts, a black Nike long-sleeve that's much looser than I'd prefer—likely meant as a pump cover. Finally, a black Supreme beanie that, honestly, makes him look adorable.

The only thing in his black head-to-toe outfit that manages to do so.

I've caught a glimpse of his tattoos these past few days. One of his hands covered in a few, almost looking like a notebook he doodled in.

As for the rest of his sleeve...let's say I could spend hours and hours looking at it and never get bored.

Though I'd probably have to wipe the drool off my chin every once in a while.

I swallow as I watch him come closer, starting at the treadmills with a casual walk, getting his body warm to get the blood pumping. Then, some mobility exercises to loosen up his muscles before he starts his full routine.

Have I been watching him? Yeah, yeah, I have.

Have I memorized his routines? Sure.

And I'm not ashamed of that.

That doesn't mean I don't look away right when we make eye contact.

Or turn and walk to the opposite side of the gym when I see the corner of his mouth turn up, clearly having noticed me staring for longer than could be explained away as a casual glance.

That also doesn't mean I haven't caught him looking at me too.

When I'm doing my cool-down stretches or when I'm finishing up my workout, I've seen his eyes on me.

Felt his eyes on me.

Having looked in the mirror when I was leaving one day, catching him in the act, stopping mid-set to watch me walk out. 

His eyes dragged up and down my form as if he was catching a final glimpse of the toy he desperately wanted but was told he couldn't have.

What's keeping him from saying something?

What's keeping me from saying something?

I know why the hell I haven't.

Why would a guy like him, tall, handsome, jacked to shit, and honestly gorgeous, want a girl like me?

Don't get me wrong.

I'm comfortable in my skin.

But when put next to him?

Yeah right.

'In your dreams,' I've always told myself.

Talking myself in and out of it.

Psyching myself out until finally I decided I'm not going to chase after him.

If he's interested, he'll say something.

That's how things work these days...right?

Fuck I wish he would just ask me out already.

Or ask me to ride him...

I'm cool with either one.

Or both?

Definitely both.

In what order?

I have no preference.

Fuck, I'm such a slut.

"Hey, are you done using this?" I hear a voice bring me back down to earth, having been staring into space for longer than I'd like to admit.

"Oh, um, yeah. Sorry, I apologize to one of the other guys I've seen in passing before.

Chris? Caden?

I don't know.

One of the two.

There have been guys here who have tried to come chat me up, but none of them really caught my eye.

Not like him.

'J'

The one that stays an average of two hours.

The one who keeps to himself.

And doesn't show off or flex in the mirror.

Okay, maybe I have caught him flexing once or twice, but only for a millisecond before he gets embarrassed.

The blush clearly there but hidden by his already flushed cheeks from well...working out.

Obviously.

I always smile when I catch little things about him here and there.

Things that are beyond the surface value and that show his personality.

Or at least what I've begun to think of what his non-gym persona might be.

He loves to wear all black, so that probably carries throughout most of his wardrobe.

Tattoos and piercings show he's clearly got an edge.

Yet I can tell he's really nice...and honestly a little goofy.

That's just what I've pieced together and have honestly dreamed up at this point.

I shake myself out of the dreamlike state and let out a breath, heading for the next machine I need for my workout with my head down, scolding myself for looking like an idiot for who knows how long.

Right when I get there, though, I see a tattooed hand reaching for it as well, about ready to change the weight.

I jump back as if it had burned me, having barely brushed the surface of the machine before I realized it had already been taken.

By none other than 'J'.

"Sorry, I didn't realize this was taken," he says, clearly the one who had gotten there first.

"No, no, you're fine. I'll just come back later," I wave off, but when I turn and take a look around the gym, it seems like every machine that I would've used instead to round out my workout is occupied.

Fuck, why is it so busy?

"You can go first if you'd like? I don't mind waiting," he says, seeing how my intention to leave has been foiled.

"No, you go first. I can wait." I deny, but he's not taking no for an answer.

"I insist," he says and steps back, still standing close enough so another person wouldn't think to swoop in.

I finally make eye contact and see how truly sincere he looks, his smile soft, and so I give in.

"We can take turns if you'd like? That way, we can kill two birds with one stone?" I offer, and he chuckles.

"A compromise. Why not?" he agrees, but still motions for me to go first.

I gulp and take that first step towards him, then another and another until I've finally walked up to the weight rack, taking the pin out with slightly shaky hands and putting it in the right slot, this leg exercise being one of the heavier weights I can lift.

He nods with approval to himself when I step out of the way, and he can see the amount.

"Impressive"

"Shouldn't you be saying that after you've actually seen my reps?" I cover my mouth as soon as it comes out, my snarky remarks always flying too easily when I'm nervous.

And this is why I don't have a boyfriend.

Among many other reasons.

"Sorry," I play it off awkwardly, but he shrugs.

"You're right, though. I guess I jumped the gun on that".

I hum in response.

"Sorry, I should probably stop stalling," I blurt out and get on the machine, taking a second to center myself before starting.

He watches my every move.

The way my muscles contract and relax.

The way I'm breathing and the faces I'm making.

Him shifting his weight, clearing his throat before looking away once he catches himself staring at my chest.

I finish out my set strong, regardless of the very fine, very delectable distraction next to me.

"Your turn," I say, my breathing labored as I get off the machine, motioning for him to set it up for himself.

He pulls out the pin and sets it to his desired weight before sitting down on the machine.

My desired weight is him on top of me...

Now I'm the one who's trying to look at anything but him.

After he finishes up, I look at him and see the way he's panting and yeah...that's not good.

"G-good job," I stutter, feeling the need to encourage him since he kinda complimented me earlier.

He merely smiles and switches it back to my weight before letting me get my next set in.

"Can I make a suggestion?" he asks quickly, as if he had been fighting with himself on whether he should say it or not.

"Sure," I nod, relaxing my position to listen.

"I would just say make sure your breaths are a bit slower and more supported. As well as your reps. I noticed you're going through them pretty quickly, so I just wanted to say that I don't mind waiting. I don't want you to injure yourself just so I can get my sets done faster," he adds, and I appreciate the honesty.

I know all of these things, of course, but the reminder is nice.

"I do admit I was rushing, so I'll try to slow down," I nod, a little embarrassed, but he smiles.

"I just didn't want to put any pressure on you. We're sharing the machine, but we should support each other and make sure we do our best. Right?" his sincerity and true focus on me is surprising and hard to respond to, so I simply echo his last word, taking a few deep breaths in and out before I get started on my next set.

Once I finish up my last set, I let out a deep breath and get off the machine, but lose my footing, my legs feeling like Jell-O.

He places a hand on my waist to steady me, his fingers landing on bare skin, the small space where my sports bra stops and my high-waisted leggings begin.

"S-sorry, my legs kinda feel like wet noodles." I ramble off, and when I try to take a step back, it's even worse, tripping on my water bottle with him now placing a hand flat on my back and pulling me in against his chest to keep me from falling.

"You okay?" he asks after we both take a second or two to process.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Completely fine. You?" I say, my nervous babbling never ceasesing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he chuckles and steps back, giving me a bit of breathing room.

"Sorry. I just lost my footing there." I scratch the top of my head awkwardly.

"Oh, um, here you go. I'll let you finish your last set. Is it your last? Anyways, that was my last um...Bye," I blurt out, but he stops me, a soft grip on my wrist.

"You're gonna leave me right when I'm at the finish line?" he jokes, letting go of my wrist when I turn to face him.

"Sorry I-"

"Stop apologizing, y/n," he says softly, and my eyes bug out.

"You know my name?"

His eyes bug out too for just a brief second before fixing his beanie and looking away, clearly freaking out about revealing the fact that he's asked or at least knows more about me past this first interaction.

"Yeah, I've um, heard some of the front desk people say bye to you when you finish up for the day," he explains, and I nod.

"The front desk is pretty far away from all the workout equipment," I toy, wanting to see more of this sheepish side of him.

"I have good hearing," he explains, and I nod, clearly not believing a word he says.

"Right, good hearing," I echo and motion for him to finish up his final set, watching his form and breathing shamelessly because...why the hell not?

"How are you feeling, Mister Finish Line?" Handing him his water bottle, he had set down nearby.

"Pretty good. Best workout I've had in a while," he adds for good measure, watching for my reaction while he drinks his water.

"Glad to hear it," I ignore the implications because I feel as though I've reached my calm, cool, and collected limit.

If that's what you could even call this interaction.

"Anyways, thanks for sharing and everything. I'm gonna go stretch before I head out," I say as a goodbye, but he gathers his phone and keys quickly before following me.

"Mind if I join? I don't think I stretched enough before I started," he says, knowing damn well that's a lie...since I practically watched him through the whole damn thing.

"Sure, I guess. It's just for my cooldown, so it's not anything crazy," I say and grab a mat, handing it to him before grabbing one for myself.

"That's okay, can never do too much stretching," he says, setting his mat up near mine, barely with enough space for us to move freely.

I start my stretching routine, and watch his brows raise every once in a while.

"You're like...really flexible," he gulps when he sees me easily slide into a split.

"I did gymnastics as a child," I explain, his lips make an 'o' in response, getting it now.

"I guess it's probably like a bike, right? Once you ride it, you don't forget it," he says, his ears turning red when he realizes the way he put it.

"I-I mean, sorry I jus-"

"Stop apologizing, J," I say, having the same exchange in reverse.

"J?" He tilts his head.

"Well, that's about as far as I've gotten with figuring out what your name is," I confess, no longer feeling too shy since we've both made it clear we're interested in each other.

"Jungkook," he says, and I smile, the name is so...him.

"Jungkook," I echo, and I can see he likes the way it sounds coming from my lips.

"Yeah...Jungkook" confirming the pronunciation, but still just slightly dazed.

"You okay, Jungkook?" I ask, and he shakes his head, no doubt using it as a way to wake himself up as well.

"Yep, totally fine. You okay y/n?" He asks, getting back at me, my toes curling in my shoes before nodding.

"Completely"

~~~~~~

The next day, I walk in, scanning my membership card, but my steps stutter when I see Jungkook on the treadmill.

He's early.

I head to the locker room to put my things away, putting on some lip gloss and a light coating of mascara, just to liven up my appearance.

I'm not the type to wear a full face to the gym, but I want to look a little put together.

I fix my ponytail and check myself out one last time before I head back out, walking right up to him, getting on the treadmill right next to him.

"You're early," I say, starting up a leisurely pace a little slower than his current one.

"You know my schedule?"

Yes.

"I just know that I'm usually here before you."

It's not like I know his routine like clockwork...he's honestly so consistent it's a little concerning.

To each their own, I guess.

This isn't consistent.

He was clearly waiting.

He chuckles and slows his pace a bit, keeping up with mine, his breathing a little labored...flashbacks from yesterday coming back to me.

"How was your day?" he questions, and I smile, rolling my eyes at the question.

"Didn't know you were one for small talk," he chuckles awkwardly in response. "It was okay...better now," I admit, and he makes eye contact with me before looking away and clearing his throat.

"Yeah...same"

We both continue our walks, chatting back and forth, getting to know each other a bit better.

As suspected, he rides that black Harley that's always parked out front; his mode of transportation is hot, let alone the man paired with it.

He shows me a few of his favorite tattoos after we get off the treadmills, a blooming tiger lily catching my eye.

"Please love me?" I ask, his eyes snapping up to mine.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a flower language nerd," explaining that I grew up working in my mother's flower shop, his body language relaxing a little.

"I wouldn't come on that strong," I roll my eyes while I walk away.

"So what's next?" he asks, jogging to catch up with me again, following me around like an excitable little puppy.

"Stretching and then mobility, then I usually work on arms," I explain, and he hums happily.

"Same actually," he says, and I smile, knowing for a fact that today is core day for him. I know that because I've done everything that I can to focus on different muscle groups to avoid running into him.

Very smart...I know.

We end up taking turns choosing machines, our usual routines completely out of whack in favor of staying within each other's orbit.

When we're working on bicep curls, he decides to slide his arm out of one of his sleeves, cooling off a bit, and when I finally get a glimpse at what he's got going on under his pump cover, I'm close to tripping over my own feet again.

"You okay?" a knowing smirk on his face, making me glare at him.

"Are you seducing me, Jungkook?"

"Depends...is it working?" he asks, balancing the dumbbells on his thighs, making my eyes flick down to his clearly massive thighs, gulping before making eye contact with him.

"A little," I squeak out, and he chuckles, taking a breath in and out before starting his set.

"Count for me, yeah? I get...distracted at times during these" puffing out a breath as he voices his request, so I nod, counting out loud, watching his 'form' while trying to stop myself from salivating.

"Y/n?" my eyes moving from his impeccable pecs to his eyes.

"Yes?" My lashes flutter, trying to clear up my less-than-platonic thoughts.

"Am I distracting you?" he questions, but I shake my head. "Because you said 'Seven' four times."

"Okay...maybe a little," I sigh, granting a soft smirk before he starts alternating between arms, paying closer attention this time and counting properly.

His face is flushed, his brows furrowed in concentration, while his breathing stays supported yet labored.

He puts the dumbbells down and gets off the chair he had been seated on, motioning to me to take my turn.

"I'm not very good at these," I admit, letting out a shaky breath. "My form has a lot to be desired".

"I'll help like last time," he assures me in a soft voice, making me turn away from him and sit down on the bench.

Shit, I forgot we're facing a mirror.

"Breathe a bit before starting," he says, seeing how uneven my breath had been, so I follow his instructions, picking up my smaller dumb bells and resting them on my thighs before starting.

He watches, alternating between the mirror and looking directly at me, him doing a much better job at counting.

We go back and forth for a few more sets, but when he sits back down to do another, I get confused.

"Again?" I scoff, my breathing labored and feeling close to my limit.

"You can give me one more, can't you?" he asks, his voice raspy, making me clench around nothing.

"One more set," he clarifies, chuckling dryly while starting his set. He goes a lot slower than his first, clearly close to his limit as well.

"Right...right one more set. I can do that," I agree, my arms screaming at me for accepting the challenge, my horny brain starting to take over.

And soon it's my turn.

One more set.

I got this.

I sit down and start, my pace even slower than his, letting out breathy moans to get through, not hearing myself over the ringing in my ears.

"Doing so good," he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear, my eyes closing, not being able to take the visual and auditory stimulation from him.

But this is worse.

So much worse.

With my eyes closed, it gives me the space to visualize something completely different.

It's exactly what he wants me to think about.

"One more," he rasps, placing his hands over mine, guiding them up one last time, taking the weight from them before they end up clattering to the floor once I finally let them fall back down.

I breathe sighs of relief, the workout finally over, but the arousal lingers.

"You done for the day?" he chuckles, coming back over to me when he finishes re-racking the weights, his arms crossed over his chest.

Yeah, yeah, we get it.

You have bigger boobs than most of us here.

I chuckle at the thought.

"You're feeling that high, aren't you?" he says, holding his hand out for me to take, but my arm barely moves, still feeling so, so sore.

"Come on, loopy. Someone else wants to use this. He reaches for both of my hands and helps me up, stumbling into him from the momentum.

Damn, this gym has been doing wonders for this man.

I step back after my hands have been on his torso for longer than would be appropriate in broad daylight and turn to head to the next machine.

Once we're finally done, we cool down with stretches again, hoping to work out the last bits of lactic acid in our muscles, but I can't deny that I love the burn.

"So, what are your plans after this?" he asks, not so subtly wanting to spend more time together while we walk to the locker rooms.

"Probably home to shower and then rest for a bit. You?" he echoes the same.

"Before you head home..." he starts, losing his confidence for a second, so I turn to face him, stopping just shy of the woman's locker room entrance, humming as a way to ask him to continue.

"Would you maybe wanna get some fro yo? There's a pretty good place right around the corner...I could use something sweet," his voice trailing off at the end.

"Yeah...I guess I could, too," I smile before turning my back to go into the locker room.

"Meet me in 10" I call over my shoulder, letting him know I'm going to change and freshen up before we go, so he makes a sound of approval and heads into the men's locker room next door.

I rush to get myself together, stripping off my workout clothes for some fresher ones, a pair of loose jeans, and an off-the-shoulder baggy tee is all I brought. Nothing special but cute nonetheless.

I wash my face and brush my teeth, putting on some mascara and lip gloss as the final touch before shaking my nerves out and heading out to meet him.

I don't see him at first when I walk out, wondering if he had somehow taken longer than I had to get changed, but when I look around, I see that he's leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone.

"Was I really gone for that long?"

He looks up at the sound of my voice and smiles. That alone could kill me.

"Ten turned into fifteen really quickly. I was beginning to think you stood me up," he jokes, but I can see that there was some anxiety behind that.

"Stand up my gym crush? Never"

He smirks softly at that and pushes off the wall, slipping his phone in his pocket and slipping his hand in mine, my stomach doing a flip at the easily taken action.

"Gym crush, huh?" he hums and leads me towards the exit and down the street to that fro yo place he had mentioned.

He opens the door for me once we get there, placing his hand on my lower back to lead me inside.

"Welcome to Go Go Fro Yo," the girl at the front counter says, obviously a teen trying to earn some extra cash. From what I can tell, the view of Jungkook alone has made her day.

Same girl, same.

He nods to her as an acknowledgment, her practically blushing.

I smile at her, and she quickly goes to wipe down the counter, not wanting to be caught staring at the pair of us for too long.

He picks up a cup and hands it to me before grabbing his own, leading me over to the flavors.

He mixes three or four flavors and is quick to head to the toppings, picking another three or four from there as well.

I chuckle and pick two flavors that pair well and join him at the toppings.

"What do you like to add to yours?" he asks, and I chuckle when I see the abomination in his cup.

"I actually like mine plain. Just a few flavors is good for me," he gasps at the notion.

"But it's fro yo! It's part of the experience," he looks practically scandalized, playing it up just to make me laugh, which I do.

"I think you've created enough of an experience for both of us," I nod towards his cup, and he huffs.

"Suit yourself," he hums, adding a few more gummy worms to his before we slide over to the register.

He pays for both of us and pulls out his punch card, seeing he's just two away from a free cup.

The nervous girl at the counter takes the card with shaky hands, giving it back to him with ones that were just as shaky as before, saying a quick thank you for coming.

"Here," he hands the card to me, and I tilt my head in confusion.

"So you can treat me next time, and end up with a free cup as a reward," he winks before taking my hand, leading me over to a booth in the corner.

We talk for what feels like mere minutes, but when I look at the clock, I can see it's almost lunchtime.

"Did you want to grab lunch? I kno-"

"You know a good place around here?" I finish his sentence, and his ears turn red, rubbing his neck.

"Am I really that transparent?" and I hum.

"A little. But it's cute," I smile softly, taking his cup, both of ours long empty, tossing them in the trash nearby.

"So is that a yes?" he scrambles to get out of his seat, standing next to me, not letting me get too far from him just yet.

"Maybe next time," I say, checking my watch again. "I have a deadline I have to meet, and something about how this went makes me think I just might miss that if I stay any longer. Rain check?" I ask, showing that I have a clear interest in him asking me out on a proper date.

"How about dinner? Tomorrow night?" he asks, following me as I walk out, just like the lost puppy he was while we were in the gym not too long ago.

I nod to the girl at the counter before exiting, with her saying a rehearsed departing message, asking us to come back soon...but she clearly means it, her eyes flickering over to Jungkook.

Cute.

"I usually-"

"Work out in the evenings. I know..." he jumps in, clearly doing a lot more digging than I thought he did, his voice trailing off from embarrassment of ratting himself out.

"Right," I hum, a majority of my meetings happening in the morning, taking up my usual morning workout slot.

"I was thinking you could come over. My gym at home could use a visit from someone other than me," trying to entice me as we walk back to the gym, going past it and into the parking lot.

Passing his Harley in favor of walking me to my car.

"What time?" I ask, slipping my keys out but leaning against the door, showing I'm not planning on leaving right away.

"What time do you usually start your workout?" he asks, although from the way the tips of his ears turn red, I can tell he knows.

"5:30"

"5:30 then. I'll text you my address...if you wouldn't mind giving me your number?" he starts, remembering once the sentence comes out that he's missing most of the equation.

I hold my hand out, and he fumbles, grabbing his phone and unlocking it before handing it over, not even pulling up a contact card.

I dial my number and hit send, my phone ringing seconds later, showing him I didn't give him a fake one, and him letting out a breath.

"See you then," I say and hand him back his phone before slipping into my car.

He takes a couple of steps back to give me space to pull out of my parking spot, surprised by the quick departure.

"Bye," I roll down my window as I pass by, him simply waving, somehow in shock that I agreed to come over.

Let's hope I don't regret this.

~~~~~

I pull up to the address he sent me and see what looks like a bunch of big black boxes stacked on top of each other...interesting choice, but I'm down.

I send him a text to let him know I'm here, and next thing I see is the gate hissing before it slides open, taking me into a small parking area.

I pull up next to his car, seeing his Harley parked off to the side as well as another motorcycle that's a more standard one, no doubt built for speed.

"Found the place alright?" he says as his greeting, coming outside to meet me, grabbing the bag I brought to carry inside for me.

It's not heavy, but the gesture is cute nonetheless.

I walk inside and notice that his house is similar to the outer appearance. Blacks and grays with white accents are seen throughout the house. The lighting is warm and dim, making the place seem calm, safe.

Despite the whole scary color palette.

"Nice place"

I say, walking around a bit, following him towards what I assume is his home gym, but I lag, interested in the design.

"So are you like rich or something?" watching him walk over to what seems like a staircase leading to a basement level.

"Something like that," he chuckles and walks a few steps, but turns to see if I've followed...which I haven't

"This isn't the part where you murder me in your basement, since it's a place that no one would be able to hear my screams, right?" I ask, my toes just barely touching the first step, my hand on the railing.

"I dunno, wanna find out?" he smirks in amusement, and I scoff.

"Very funny," I grumble and continue downstairs.

When we reach the landing, I notice how it seems to be more of an almost nightclub type room. Lots of space and a bar on the side with room for barstools and everything.

"Do you host a lot of parties?" I question, and he shakes his head.

"Not really, but I like to have the space available if I do," he explains, walking towards another downward flight of stairs.

"There's another level? Ah, so that's where you're going to kill me."

He laughs at that and continues our downward journey.

I'm not gonna lie, when I say I am kind of nervous.

Agreeing to come over to his place without even really knowing him.

I mean, if we were hooking up, I would've been chill coming back to his place, so...I shouldn't overthink it.

Fuck why did I think about hooking up?

Now that's all that I'm going to be thinking about.

I grumble to myself about how stupid I am, and he notices, stopping at the top of the last flight of stairs.

"What?" I ask when he turns to me with an amused look on his face.

"Nothing," he hums, and we finally land on the bottom floor.

I look around the place and take it in, the color palette not dissimilar to the rest of the house.

A door catches my eye though, walking over to it curiously.

"It's a shower. I tend to rinse off right after I'm done working out," he explains, and I open the door, seeing how spacious it is.

"Pretty big shower for just rinsing off," I comment, closing the door behind me and walking towards where he's standing in the middle of the room.

"Like I said. I like to have the space available if I do," his voice dropping an octave.

"Do what?"

"Do whatever you were mumbling to yourself about," he says over his shoulder, walking over to grab both of us water bottles out of the fridge he has down here.

"Leave me and my mumbling alone," I scoff, and he simply smiles, pulling out two mats for us to use while stretching.

After a moment or two of hesitation, we go through a round of stretches, but it gets to a point where he sees me struggle a bit.

"You okay over there?" he asks, tilting his head and seeing how far it already stretched.

"Yeah, I've been working on my flexibility a bit more, but I'm having trouble pushing through some of it," I let out a puff and sit up.

"I've been feeling a bit stiff lately," his ears turn red once the words leave my mouth.

I don't draw attention to it because we're supposed to be working out.

Just two people working out, together, alone, with no one around.

Right.

"Did you want some help?" he asks, and I blink a few times.

"With the stretches," he clarifies, and I laugh awkwardly.

"Right, right with the stretches. Sure," I say and quickly tell him what I'm trying to do.

"Like this?" he asks, helping me keep my feet together and knees straight, helping me practically bend myself in half.

I'm not there yet, but it's mainly to help stretch out my back.

"Mhm," is all I can manage while I focus on engaging my core and glutes, my ass and back lifted off the floor, while my hands and shoulders are still flat on the mat.

"Breathe," he coaches, seeing I've been focusing on the stretch itself and not on my breathing, making me let out a puff of air before taking another in.

"Good," he says and closes his mouth way too quickly, making me think he had another word he was about to let follow.

After a few more stretches, he helps me up.

"Good?" he asks, and I nod, showing I'm ready to start the rest of my routine.

We again take turns, this time because he has one of everything, which makes sense, because why should we have two? Unless he wanted more space for another person, but luckily, I haven't seen any signs of another person living here at all.

Luckily for whom?

Why should I care if someone else lives here?

It's not like I'm lowkey intimidated and also satisfied to think that we have the whole place to ourselves.

"Hey," he says, catching my attention, eye contact my only response.

"Your turn," he chuckles, getting up and fixing the weight for me to do my set.

At one point, we decide to split, me choosing to run on the treadmill while he aims for bench press.

At one point during the workout, I had decided to take my shirt off, having worn a shirt over my sports bra to be polite and unassuming.

Showing up to a gym in a sports bra is fine. But being alone with him feels more intimate, and I didn't want to have that be a distraction to either of us.

I hear the weights clatter to the floor at one point and stop the treadmill, looking over and seeing how he's struggling with the bar. I run up and help him, seeing as some of the weights had fallen off one side of the bar, leaving it unbalanced.

I help him re-rack the bar, my body partially hovering over his, and when I look down, I see the angle of what it would look like to be on top of him, him in turn seeing that view of me.

I stand upright, and he sits up, dodging the bar to sit in front of it, in favor of taking away a barrier between us.

"You okay?" I ask, both of our breathing labored, both of us from the adrenaline, along with our previous workouts.

"Yeah, you saved me back there," he admits, and I give him a lopsided smile.

"It was nothing," I back up with the intention of continuing my run, but trip on one of the legs of the bench he's still sat on, his reaction time is fast, leaving him pulling me into his lap to keep me from falling.

My hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders, my heart racing again.

I turn to look at him and see the way his pupils have dilated, his usual beanie worn most days discarded a while ago, making his hair stick to his forehead, and for some reason, I push it back, running my fingers through his hair to keep it out of his face.

"Now we're even," I say, my voice wavering, the moment thick with tension, it's almost palpable, electricity buzzing in my ear.

When I try to get up, though he pulls me back, the proximity between his lips and mine closing from the force my body had been whipped around.

He looks at my lips, before his eyes reach mine, lingering on the twin rings piercing his bottom one, the corner turning up a bit.

I don't know how it happens, but it does.

One second, I'm looking at his lips, wondering how they taste, and the next, I get the answer, moaning in surprise when he bites down on my bottom lip, feeling him smile before running his tongue along it to soothe the pain.

He moves me away only to have pulled me closer, my legs now straddling his hips, his hands firmly grasping mine.

I gasp softly, the movement happening in an instant.

"If you want to stop, you need to tell me n-"

"Don't stop," I say before pressing my lips against his, his hand now snaking up my back before one of them is kneading my breast, the other going back down to grab my ass.

He pulls me closer to him, making me feel how much this is affecting him.

"Do you know how hard it was for me not to take you up against a wall when you first walked in? Fuck, how bad I wanted to fuck you up against your car even. Seeing you in these tight leggings every day, having to pretend I don't pop a fucking boner every time I see you walk around the gym," he growls into the kiss, making me grind on him to prove a point.

"Then you pull the stunt of needing my help to stretch when all I wanted to do is stretch you out so I can finally get inside that pretty little thing between your legs," he says, slapping my ass to make me yelp.

"Take them off," he says, making me pause.

"Take those fucking leggings off before I do it myself," he explains it clearly, making me get up and take them off, my underwear going with them.

"Didn't even have to ask for you to take it all off," he chuckles in approval, pulling me back over to straddle him again, this time just on one of his thighs.

"I've seen the way you look at them. That look in your eye that tells me you've thought about riding them, haven't you?" he coaches me into it, and I gulp.

"Do it," he says, grabbing my bare hips now, moving them back and forth, my bare cunt grinding against him, my clit dragging along his strong thigh, his muscles contracting under me, making my hands fist his shirt.

That same black long-sleeved Nike one that I've seen more times than I've seen most of my family these days.

"Off," I say, the one word I can manage, and strip it off, him not helping but cooperating, clearly loving the sight of me practically clawing the clothes off of him.

Not practically...actually.

My nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, moans dripping from my lips, my eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling before he drags his thumb along my bottom lip, my eyes meeting his.

"Such a pretty little thing doing as she's told. Getting off on using me. Driving me insane with those cute little noises you're making," he coos.

"You can do it, can't you? Cum on my thigh like a good girl,"

I take his thumb in my mouth as a response, and he hisses, his eyes practically black, full of raw desire.

He uses his other hand to lean back on, balancing on the bench and watching me fall apart with a cocky look on his face.

I'm close to cumming, and he can tell, taking his thumb out on my mouth just to grip my chin, keeping my reactions in place, that last show of dominance being my undoing, my eyes squeezing shut, and his name falling from my lips.

"Just like that," he coos, "Did so good for me".

Moving me to straddle him again, my body boneless, still recovering from my high.

"You can give me another one, can't you?" dragging his fingers through me, cursing when he feels how wet I still am, looking at the stain I left on his thigh.

He dips a finger into me, and I mewl at the feeling, already leaning into it.

"Greedy," he chuckles dryly, pleased by the reaction.

He works the one into me, adding a second when he knows I can barely take it, dragging a groan from my lips, smirking at me in response.

When he adds a third, he grinds his palm against my clit, a gasp from the stimulation I hadn't felt since I was on his thigh.

He chuckles when he sees me start to ride his hand, no longer needing to initiate the touch, but when he feels me getting close, he takes his fingers out of me, effectively edging me, making me gasp in protest, but when I see him take himself out of his shorts, all of my complaints are gone, my throat dry.

I curse at the size of it.

How the fuck did he manage to hide THAT in his shorts?

A grower, then.

"Don't worry, it'll fit," he chuckles, knowing his size is intimidating to say the least.

I gulp to keep myself from salivating too much, and he notices but doesn't say it.

"Take this off," he says, helping me out of my sports bra.

"Wanna see these pretty things bounce while you ride me" he says, his words so dirty but so addictive.

Once he has me stripped bare, he lines himself up, looking up at me for that last consent, and when all he sees is my eyes looking back at him with just as much need, he knows there's no reason to hesitate.

He helps me sink onto him. His fingertips dimpling the skin on my waist, no doubt as a way for him to grasp on to the last sense of self-control he has.

"Taking me so well," he groans, kissing my collarbone when he's finally buried deep inside of me, my nails digging into his shoulders from the stretch, my breath shaky.

"Hey, look at me," he tilts my chin down, hearing how I'm trying to get used to his size.

"We can stop if you need to," caressing my cheek, wiping a single tear from the corner of my eye that he knows isn't one to worry about.

"No," I take a deep breath a shake my head. "I want you."

Those three words are all he had to hear to know that he won't break me...and even if he did, we both know I'd thank him for it.

He helps me set a pace, slow and careful at first, helping me get used to his size, my walls clenching around him already, his grip on my hips, bruising.

"Just like that, riding me so well. Look so pretty like this," he coos, praises heightening my senses, making the experience that much more pleasurable...and he can feel it from the way my walls clench around his cock.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, picking up the pace until his muscles are screaming at him to stop, his arms losing their strength, needing to rest...but that doesn't stop him.

"Isn't it about time for you to do some more stretches?" he pants, my breathing just as labored.

"Huh?" is the only thing resembling a word that I could get out of my mouth.

He shakes out his arms, loosening them up before picking me up, leaving me wrapping my legs around him as he leads me over to that same mat I had been stretching on not too long ago.

He sets me down gently before getting in a similar position to the one we had been in when I had asked for 'Help'.

He slots himself between my legs, throwing one of them over his shoulder before slipping back in, my breath hitching at the change in angle.

"Jungkook," I gasp, pulling him closer, his lips on mine as he starts to rock into me.

"So pretty and tight for me. Fuck I knew you would look so gorgeous when I finally got the chance to fuck you," he groans, his movements precise, hitting that spot he knows I love, my body being so honest.

A lazy smile causes my lips to upturn when he kisses me.

"You thought about it, too, huh? That's why you avoided me," he chuckles, breaking the kiss in favor of whispering in my ear.

"Too shy to even look me in my eye when I walked by hm?" he taunts, a clench around him, my response. 

"Baby likes to be praised and talked down to, huh? So cute," he chuckles before picking up his pace again. His aim now, to chase our highs.

He sticks his pointer and middle finger into my mouth, my lips closing around them on impulse, sucking on them, him cursing under his breath in response.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty mouth next time," he says, his thrusts stuttering when I bite down.

He chuckles and pulls his fingers out, spreading my saliva on his thumb, getting it thoroughly slick before he uses it to toy with my clit, pushing me closer to that edge again.

"Gonna cum for me again? Looked so pretty when you came on my thigh, wanna see it again," he says, his words, although clear, are strained, trying to hold himself back.

"You can give me one more, can't you?" his tone dripping with condescension, pushing me further, my back starting to bow, and my breathing stuttered. 

He chuckles and takes that as his response, working twice as hard to lead us both to our undoing, a few more thrusts giving us just that.

That knot that had been building inside of me snaps, his release soon coming out in ribbons, filling me up.

Both of us stay there, frozen in our positions while our bodies recover.

He slips out a while later and rolls onto his back next to me, both of us still catching our breath.

"That was..." I start, but can't even complete the sentence, my throat dry.

"Yeah," he chuckles, before sitting up to check on me.

"You okay?" he asks, his hand resting right under my ribs, caressing the underside of my breast.

I nod and smile up at him.

"I was hoping that was going to happen, but...so much better than I thought it would be," I admit, both of us unable to hold back our laughter, our post orgasm brains making us easily amused. 

"Did you really think I was going to be that bad?" he says after he's gotten over his giggles.

"No, no, I thought you were going to be great, I just...didn't know you had such a mouth on you." he chuckles at that.

"You seemed to be enjoying it," he teases, pinching my nipple.

"Ow!" I call out dramatically and pinch his back, not having expected me to return the playful assault.

"Don't do that unless you wanna go again," he warns, his cock having twitched a that.

"Are these sensitive?" I ask, circling a thumb around the one I pinched, his breathing stuttering.

"Careful," he warns, but I only smirk in response. 

"Shower?" I suggest a dry chuckle his response before he scoops me up, knowing for a fact I couldn't walk even if I wanted to.

"Who knew you'd be the insatiable one?" he sucks his teeth before opening the shower door, setting me down on my feet before starting the water.

"What's the matter? Can't give me one more?" I taunt, turning it on him, and I can tell that unlocked something I'm not sure if I'm prepared for.

"It's a shame to hear how much you still underestimate me," he sucks his teeth, closing the door and locking it, my pulse quickening with a range of emotions, a heartbeat felt between my legs again.

"Looks like we'll have to change that."

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