#fookin hell
Personal Best
Pairing: GymRex x F!reader (physically fit by the nature of profession as personal trainer/sports medicine therapist. Physical appearance is otherwise unmentioned)
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Rating: Explicit (to play it safe)
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Warnings: Loads of implications here: masturbation, oral (m and f receiving) p in v, intentional voyeurism. Pining, flirting, sexual tension. Gym Rex. Rex in those damn gray sweatpants. Language
Summary: A late night workout becomes an ongoing flirtation with the Captain of the 501st. Finally, you decide to make your intentions known, if the good Captain is up to the challenge.
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Firstly, I’ve barely proofed this so…reader beware. Also, I have to give lots of credit for the inspiration of this short fic (in no particular order)
Andthis innocent postfrom@djarrex that started it and single handedly resurrected me from the abyss of my writer’s block.
In short, I can take no credit for this, because it’s happening on y'all’s shoulders and I cannot thank you enough for getting me going again.
steph i’m looking like a WHORE if anything could motivate me to go to the gym today it was these sweet fucking words
i’m SWEATING and it’s not from the exertion