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Sweat & Surrender | Jungkook 18+ Oneshot | Smut Series #2

Sypnosis: It started with a look across the gym floor and ended with his you on top of him,under the shower, yoga ball , both riding the waves of pleasure. Jungkook wasn’t just your workout partner—he was the tension in every stretch, the fire in every touch. Lust tangled in after-hours heat, discovering just how far you're both willing to go before morning light cools the burn.

Genre: Steamy Romance | Erotica | Roommate-to-Lover | Gym AU | NSFW

pairing: gym partner!domjk x y/n (you)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, shower s*x, unprotected s*x, lots of positions on gym equipments (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content), passionate , lot's of smut, bl*wj*b, ma*t*rb*ti*n , sauna s*x, fluff in the end .

Jungkook had been a regular at your gym long before you ever stepped foot inside, but once you did—he noticed. How could he not? You carried power in the way you moved, confidence in the way your leggings clung to every curve, your sports bra showing just enough to make his focus waver with every push-up you dropped into.

You weren’t just some gym bunny. You were temptation with a protein shake.

You noticed him too.

He was impossible not to. Sleeves hugging thick biceps, jaw clenched in concentration, veins peeking out whenever he curled a barbell. Tattoos flexing with every rep. His hair damp with sweat, his tank top sometimes tucked up to wipe his face—revealing hard, lean abs and that stupid V-line that made your brain stop working.

Every time you passed each other in the gym’s mirrored hallway, the air changed. He caught you looking. You caught him smirking. It was a silent game. Until today.

It started with an innocent challenge. “You gonna keep staring or you wanna actually work out?” Jungkook asked, wiping his brow.

You didn’t blink. “Only if you can keep up.”

So you trained together.

But your idea of “training” quickly turned into teasing. You bent lower than necessary during stretches. Pushed your chest up during push-ups. You watched his muscles strain with every lift, sweat dripping down the side of his neck.

Then came the push-ups. You dropped onto the mat in front of him. Close. Too close. Your body lowered—bringing your chest inches from his face. He swallowed hard, trying not to stare, but your — swayed right in front of him. Barely caged by your sports bra.

You smirked. “Eyes on the mat, Jungkook.”

He growled under his breath. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You dropped again, slowly, chest brushing air right above his mouth.

That’s when it happened—he felt it. Pressure against his pants. Something twitching, hardening. His control snapped.

He grabbed your wrist mid-push-up, yanked you toward him until you straddled his lap.

“You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?” he rasped. His hands gripped your waist tightly. “You’ve been fcking me with your eyes all week.”

You shifted your hips—felt exactly what was straining under you. “What if I have?”

He growled again, flipping you onto the mat with a thud. His body hovered over yours. His lips hovered inches from your own. He was breathing hard ,lust & desire darkening his eyes.

“Screw it,” he whispered.

And then his mouth was on yours.

Hot. Wet. Wild.

Tongues tangling, teeth scraping, lips bruising. His hands roamed your sides, slipping under your top to feel hot, damp skin. You arched under him when his palm found your buds, teasing through the thin fabric of your bra. He groaned into your mouth when he felt how hard your nipples were for him.

Your hands tugged his tank top off. Your eyes devoured the body beneath. He was sculpted sin. You pushed him back, and he let you—watching you as you dragged your hands down his torso, licking a slow trail along his abs.

You knelt between his legs, tugging his waistband down. His breath caught as your hands and mouth found his cock. He hissed, fingers tangling in your hair as you licked a slow stripe along his length, then took him deeper, inch by inch.

“Fu-,” he whispered. “You’re… unreal.”

You bobbed slowly, teasing, letting your tongue swirl, moaning softly around him. He twitched in your mouth, hips bucking, groans deep and needy.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted you with ease, laying you on the mat and stripping your leggings off in one swift move. He kissed your navel, trailed down to your core, then licked a deep, slow path along your folds, drawing out a desperate moan.

He spread your legs. His tongue flicked your clit, then pressed firm. His fingers joined in, pumping slow and deep, curling right against your g-spot. You whimpered, hands gripping his hair, body writhing beneath his mouth.

You reached your peak fast—too fast—legs trembling as you cried out, thighs closing around his head.

But he didn’t stop.

“Again,” he growled, voice rough. “You taste too good to stop now.”

He drove you over the edge again, and again, until you were dripping, shaking, begging.

Then he slid into you.

Slow.

Deep.

Both of you moaned.

Jungkook rocked into you, hips rolling hard. He grabbed your thighs, pulled them higher, hitting deeper. Your nails raked down his back. He leaned down, lips at your ear.

“You feel so warm,” he whispered. “So — tight.”

Each thrust was harder. Faster. His abs flexed with effort. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest. His name fell from your lips in broken gasps.

“Gonna come for me?” he asked.

You nodded, body tensing.

He slammed deeper. “Then do it. Right now. I wanna feel you lose it on me.”

You shattered. Moaning his name. Back arched. He groaned loud and c*m inside you, holding you tight, hips stilling with a deep thrust as you both collapsed into oblivion.

Your bodies tangled on the yoga mat, both breathless, slick with sweat, chests heaving.

He kissed your collarbone lazily. “You know, I came here to get shredded, not fcked in the middle of the gym.”

You laughed, curling into his side. “Guess we both got a good workout.”

He pulled a towel over your bare bodies, fingers stroking your thigh. “Round two in the shower?”

You grinned. “Lead the way, Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t even give you time to fully catch your breath. One second you were curled against him, the next he was scooping you into his arms—mat abandoned, gym bag forgotten.

The locker room was empty, just as you’d hoped.

He slammed the door behind you and set you down on the cool tile floor, pushing you backward toward the showers, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing in existence.

The water turned on—hot, heavy. Steam began to rise.

You stood beneath the downpour, chest rising, nipples hardening from the heat. Your body still humming from the last round.

Jungkook stepped in behind you, hands ghosting along your hips, then down. “You’re not done,” he growled. “Not even close.”

Water cascaded down both your bodies. His chest pressed against your back as his fingers slid between your folds again, already finding you wet and aching.

You let out a moan that echoed in the tile chamber.

He bit down gently on your shoulder. “You’re still dripping from earlier. Didn’t know my gym girl could get this wet.”

You reached behind, grabbed his ass, gave him a squeeze that made him groan low. You felt him harden against your thighs—fast, full, throbbing.

Without warning, he turned you to face him, water splashing between your chests, and lifted you by the thighs.

You wrapped your legs around him.

Then he slid into you again—hot, thick, deep.

Your back hit the shower wall with a wet slap. He pinned you there, water pouring down over his shoulders as he moved his d*ck slow at first, then rougher, faster.

The plethora of emotions that rushed in, had you screaming for more.

His lips latched to your neck. “Say my name,” he murmured. “Say who fcks you like this.”

“Jungkook,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

Your bodies slapped together, water beading off muscle and skin. His hips met yours in sharp thrusts, and your nails raked down his back, desperate, needy.

You clenched around him—tight—and he nearly lost it right there.

“Again?” he asked through clenched teeth.

You nodded. “Right there, please—”

He adjusted his angle, and hit your g-spot with every pump.

Your moans turned high-pitched, his name tumbling from your lips. You could feel the pressure build again, tighter, higher—

He leaned in, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling with yours under the downpour.

“Come with me,” he whispered, voice rough and full of hunger. “Now.”

And you did—together.

You cried out, body trembling in his arms. He held you through it, groaning into your shoulder as he released inside you again, hips slowing, waves of pleasure washing over you both.

He slid down to the floor, still inside you, pulling you onto his lap. You sat there, tangled in each other, water washing away the evidence but not the ache.

You kissed his temple. “Best workout of my life.”

He smirked, biting his bottom lip. “You should see what I can do with resistance bands…”

You gasped. “Jungkook.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Next time, we try the yoga ball.”

"What are you waiting for then?" you moaned, hiding your blushed cheeks while biting your lower lip..

Jungkook released a low growl.

He didn’t wait.

His patience can't at this point.

You barely stepped into the private training room before he had you pinned against the padded bench, mouth crashing into yours with so much heat it stole the air from your lungs.

“Remember what I said?” he growled against your lips, dragging a resistance band from the wall rack, looping it around your wrists.

“You’re gonna be mine. Tied. Stretched. Shaking.”

Your breath hitched. “Yes—”

The band tightened, pulling your arms up over your head as he pushed you onto the bench, eyes dark and ravenous.

“You trust me?”

You nodded.

“Good.” He pushed your thighs apart. “Because I’m not stopping until these bands are shaking from how hard I make you scream.”

Your arms strained slightly, band flexing as he knelt between your legs.

He kissed a slow trail up your inner thigh—eyes never leaving yours—and when his tongue met your clit again, you bucked, moaning his name like a mantra.

The way he licked you? Wicked. The way he kept eye contact? Sinful. The way your core felt? Heaven .

And when he slid two fingers inside you, curling perfectly, enough to make you roll your eyes backwards in pleasure.

The resistance band nearly snapped from how hard you pulled.

He smirked. “Still with me?”

You choked on a moan. “More—please, more—”

He obliged. Three fingers now. His other hand gripping your hip, holding you down as your back arched, thighs trembling.

“You look so good like this. Tied up. Spread out. Desperate.”

You shattered—loud, breathless, water pooling between your legs from pleasure alone.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped you over, band still holding your arms above your head, chest flush against the bench.

Your ass met his hips as he slammed into you from behind—deep, fast, relentless.

“Jungkook—oh my god—”

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back, exposing your neck. “You’re going to come again,” he rasped. “And again. Until your body forgets how to stop.”

You were shaking, gasping, ruined—and loving every second of it.

His thrusts never faltered. His dirty talk only got filthier. And when he came this time, it was with a loud groan and your name on his lips like a prayer.

You lay on the bench, limp and breathless, band slipping from your wrists.

He kissed your cheek. “are you okay?” Jungkook whispered tenderly, concerned laced in his tone.

“Barely,” you murmured. “I’ll never look at gym equipment the same way again.”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “Hope not.”

"Are you ready for the next round?" He smirks while suddenly picking you up carrying you in bridal style"

You could feel his eyes getting dark with lust every minute.

You nodded, anticipating the next exciting moment.

You didn't expect the yoga ball to feel this naughty—but leave it to Jungkook to turn gym equipment into temptation.

He sat on it, legs spread, body gleaming from sweat and the earlier shower. His smirk was dark, dangerous. “Get on your knees,” he said, voice low and thick with hunger.

You obeyed without hesitation, sinking down between his thighs, eyes flicking up to meet his. He was already hard—thick, flushed, needy.

Your lips wrapped around him slowly, teasing the tip, then taking more. His hand went to your hair, guiding you, fingers tightening with every bob of your head. The yoga ball squeaked softly under him as he shifted, hips moving with each motion you gave.

“Just like that,” he groaned, head falling back. “So good—too good.”

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his as you worked him over. His abs flexed with restraint, the ball wobbling beneath his weight.

Then he lost it—hips bucking slightly, his free hand gripping the ball to keep balance as his breath hitched.

He pulled out with a gasp, hand still tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna make me lose control right here. ye-yeah like that baby..."

His moans sounded like lullaby to you.Licking your lips,you smirked up at him. “Isn’t that the point?”

He leaned close again.

"Teasing huh? Sauna next. No restraints. Just steam and my tongue.”

You clit throbbed with desire.

Later, the sauna was thick with steam and something even heavier—passion.

The air was almost suffocating, but your bodies craved the heat.

Jungkook sat across from you, legs spread, sweat glistening down his chest. He watched as your fingers slid between your thighs, breath shallow, eyes on him.

“You touching yourself, baby?” he asked, voice husky, gaze burning. “Let me see.”

You spread your legs a little wider, giving him a better view.

He groaned, hand sliding over himself slowly. “Keep going. I wanna see you come undone.”

You moaned, pace quickening. He watched your every move, palm pumping himself with matching rhythm. The only sounds were soft gasps, wet friction, and the crackling heat of the sauna wood.

He moved toward you then, kneeling between your legs, his lips finding your neck as his hands moved to your chest. He cupped both your tits, thumbs circling your hardened buds slowly, reverently.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, mouth hot against your skin.

He licked, sucked, kissed your sensitive buds ,switching between each one, teasing, worshipping. You arched into him, fingers never stopping below as he devoured your chest like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Jungkook—” you gasped.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, biting down gently. “I want us to come together again—just like this.”

And you did.

The night air was cool against your flushed skin as you and Jungkook slipped out of the gym, bodies sore, clothes clinging from sweat and steam. He held your hand like it was second nature, swinging it slightly as you walked back to your shared apartment.

Neither of you spoke, but everything had already been said—with fingers, lips, moans, and gasps.

When you got home, Jungkook grabbed two water bottles, handed you one, and pulled you gently toward the couch.

“Come here,” he said softly.

You curled into him, your back against his chest, his arm draped around your waist. He buried his face in your hair and exhaled, like holding you was the only way to finally relax.

Silence settled between you—comfortable, sweet. The tension from earlier melted into something quieter. Something more... real.

“You okay?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, tracing lazy circles on his forearm. “More than okay.”

His grip tightened slightly, pulling you in closer. "Gym partner's , huh?” he teased with a chuckle.

You turned your head, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Best damn partner I’ve ever had.”

He smiled, eyes half-lidded with affection and exhaustion. “Let’s just stay like this.”

And you did.

Wrapped in warmth, tangled limbs and soft breaths, no gym, no pressure, just you and him. The kind of silence that said I want you close—not just tonight, but tomorrow too.

And maybe... every night after that.

( Fin ,plz gimme bts fic suggestions. I accept requests )