Josh Beauchamp Imagines & Preferences |REQUESTS OPEN|

Distraction

"Come on, it will be fun!" You persuade him as you adjust the sport bra on your body. Josh sighs, eyeing you up and down for a quick second. The leggings hugging your curves so well he is having a hard time looking away. "Working out with you is a lot of things but mainly distracting." He crosses his arms against his chest and watches you walk towards him, a pout on your face. "I promise I'll behave, okay?" You lie to his face even if you both know you will definitely not behave and in all honesty he doesn't mind at all. He nods and lets you lead him to the little gym area he has.

The continuous clink of weights getting dropped back into their place resounded throughout the nearly silent workout room, beads of sweat trickled down the side of your head as you slowly dropped the weight back in its place. You took a towel and wiped your sopping forehead and greedily gulped down the ice water in your bottle. You glanced over and saw your boyfriend still working hard, his biceps bulging as he curled the weights towards him and back down again. You leaned back on your hands and watched him lift the weights, biting your bottom lip. He quickly finished his reps and turned to you, his curly hair dripping with sweat. "Why are you staring?" He asked with a playful look in his eyes, obviously knowing what he was doing to you "Maybe instead of working out I'll just watch you, it's far more amusing." you smirked making him grin and throw you a wink as he picked up his water bottle.

"Twenty-two... Twenty-th-" he cuts himself off when he takes a glimpse of you in the mirror. You are doing squats, your back turned towards him and you look at yourself in the mirror in front of you. It only takes you a couple of seconds to catch him staring at you, a smirk popping on your face. "Focus Josh." You warn him still smirking and he sighs, looking away. He knows he should have known better than to agree to work out with you.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." he curses when he pushes the barbell up and back to its place. He's laying on his back on the bench as he catches his breath, between a repetition and another. You lick your lips and drink from your bottle as you watch him carefully before deciding to annoy him. He stretches his arms out to take a hold of the barbell but he soon feels a weight on his lap and finds you sitting on it. Shit. "Need a hand?" You ask, teasing him as you rest your hands on the skin of his lower stomach. He gulps vividly and shakes his head. "Are you sure? Saw you struggling before." You bite your bottom lip and lean in to help him out. He doesn't need any help, you both know that; but by doing that, your chest, only covered by the sports bra, is right in his face. He loses his focus for a second, unable to keep his eyes off your body "You ready?" You ask and he switches back to reality. Unable to take it anymore he swiftly sits up, muttering a quick "Fuck it" under his breath before grabbing your hips keeping you on his lap and pressing his lips to yours in a hot and desperate kiss making you wrap your arms around his neck, the workout long forgotten for both of you.
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Well that got steamy haha let me know if you would like more of these kind of imagines. I am open to doing smut but would slowly get to those depending on what you guys tell me you would like. Again, don't forget to vote/comment!
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