Why is your personal trainer joel so fucking creepy and hot 👀 that sauna scene though oh my god 🤤 Why is the thought of that creepy man dry humping the hall out of you just so 🤤 Will reader continue those ✨extra special✨ private lessons? At that point they'll just damn near be straight up fucking when they're working out lol (double work out ig??)
THANK YOU. PT Joel. I guess this turned into a smutty imagine (<700 words, I8+, teasing, semi-public smut)
Imagine the angst if he didn't grind on you next time. Little do you know, he jacked off right before you got to the gym, watching--uh oh--surveillance footage of your last workout. So, say he gets behind you as a spot and doesn't even press himself against you, but you push your ass back. You feel him, big and warm, but not hard. You're in your head about it for the whole workout.
This is unexpectedly fun for him, making you chase him. He doesn't even let you look at his shorts?? He's like, "eyes up here." He makes you work for it. Gives you a really nice, hard workout. But that's not what you came for, is it? He has you in a frog stretch at the end of the session and He finally touches reaches his hand between your legs. He ghosts two fingers over the damp crotch of your shorts, then says, "pull'em down." You do it without hesitation and he pulls them off you. "Good girl." Then he manhandles you into being flat on your stomach with your legs spread wide for him. He's quiet. All you hear is the fan kicking in, until he spits. Then you hear his hand squishing around his cock, and he lines himself up and shoves in. He breathes heavy in your ear as he fills you with his cock. He pulls your tank top and sports bra down under your tits. And you let him do whatever he wants.
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It's too fun for him, making you desperate for it. Next time it's similar, but at the end, he doesn't fuck you. He catches you in the parking lot subtly touching yourself in your car before you drive off. He walks up to your window with a huge boner like "if ya want somethin', take it next time." So next time, he does graze you a couple of times. And at the end of the session, you're both on the floor, stretching. It's clearly on your mind. You've been squirming the whole session. He gets up on his knees and follows your eyes to his shorts -- where you're eyeing his hard length snug against his left inner thigh. He challenges you with a raise of his eyebrows, and you get up and knee walk toward him. "Good girl," he whispers. You reach out and feel him and he groans at your touch.
"Sit," you tell him.
"Hell yeah," he whispers.
"Take it out."
"Mm-hmm." Now he's sitting there with his huge cock and balls out for your taking. You take your shorts off, balance with your hands on his shoulders, and sit on it. He helps pull you down on his fat cock and you gasp. He doesn't make you do all the work. He sets the rhythm and fucks you from the bottom and he's grunting and breathing, "Fuck." His groan echoes as he pulls you down and finishes inside. "Good," he whispers.
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Imagine you get sick of the games, or you start dating someone, so you go back to your normal gym. He shows up there, too. Probably makes you drool for a few days then catches you at the water fountain refilling your bottle. He takes the bottle out of your hand and sets it on top of the water fountain. Then grabs you by the arm and pulls you into the men's locker room. He shoves his hand down the front of your pants and grinds against you as he fingers you. It only takes a minute to get you off. From then on you work out in constant anticipation.
One time, he comes over when you're doing floor work and says under his breath, "I want ya to relax your muscles. . . ." You do as he says. "Now engage your core. . . good. . . and your pelvic floor. . . " He talks you through it. "Ok, now relax." Each "rep," you get closer and closer, and the next thing you know you're coming untouched. "Good set," he mumbles and subtly adjusts himself before going back to his workout.
When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He got between your knees and planked over you. “Up until your hips hit mine.”
WARNINGS: 18+, gaslighting / manipulation, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, dubcon (high pressure) P in V, TW body commentary, reader's breasts can bounce, Joel has a private gym. Thx @dark-scape and @missannwinchester for ideas 🩷
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One time, Joel was shamelessly watching your body on the treadmill as usual and asked, “you're not doin' extra cardio, are ya?”
You hesitated, “Uh-”
His brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna lose your tits.” His eyes fell to your chest again. You followed his gaze and became very aware of the bounce. You needed a more restrictive sports bra.
You pressed the button to slow your pace. “That’s enough today,” he said. “Just lookin’ out for ya.”
You stepped down off the treadmill and he muttered, “Gotta have the right support, too. C’mere.” He slid his hands in through the neckline of your dry fit shirt and hooked his fingers under the straps of your sports bra.
He tugged the straps up and watched your breasts swell. Then he dropped them. He lifted your breasts with his palms, bit his lip, and took a deep breath. You didn’t say or do anything. It was creepy but also nice having them touched. He got behind you and cupped a breast in each hand, lifting them. His cock twitched against you. “Fuck,” he whispered. He gave them one last squeeze and mumbled, “not bad.”
He picked up his protein shake from the floor of the cardio room. "Gotta get enough protein if ya wanna build muscle.” He tilted his head and looked at you hornily. He held the blender bottle down in front of his crotch and angled it outward then shook to mix it up. He took a deep breath and kept shaking it, and adjusted himself with his other hand.
“Try it,” he said, then handed you the bottle.
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One day when you were sore, he showed you how to use a foam roller. He held it steady on the gym mat and helped you position yourself on top of it, cupping an ass cheek to guide you with his other hand. He positioned the roller under your thighs to start off with. He straddled your legs and held your hips then rolled you down toward him until the foam cylinder was at the small of your back and your loins were nearly aligned.
He adjusted his shorts, drawing your attention to the hard bulge hovering just above your upper thighs. He lowered himself a little bit and you felt his balls come to rest where your inner thighs met. He tilted his hips back so his arousal brushed against you. Then he held you with his hands on your sides and rolled you toward him. Your upper back slid along the gym mat as he dragged your body toward him. A shock of arousal buzzed through you as your loins met his hard cock. He rolled you away then back into him. Each time your loins met, he got harder and you got wetter. His mouth fell open and he closed his eyes as he pulled you back into him at a slow rhythm. His hips began to move and he pressed his hard-on into you as he pulled you in, softly grunting each time.
He murmured, “How’s that feel, baby?”
When you didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and pulled you closer. Your spine was curved over the roller. He leaned over you and put his hands to the sides of your shoulders. He thrust against you and you gasped. He lowered his head. “How’s the stretch?”
"It's good."
“We can make it deeper,” he said softly.
You gave a small nod.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He sat back up and positioned himself between your thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” You didn’t hesitate. “Hang on tight.” He put his hands on the mat again and used the motion of his pelvis, front and back, to roll you on the foam roller. Each time his hardness pressed into you, you were closer to soaking through your leggings.
“How’s that feel?”
It was too much of his cock. “Uh, I think my back is good,” you said.
“Good,” he whispered. “Need ya real stretched out for me.”
He slid his massive hand under your back and lifted gently as he slid the foam roller out from under you, then laid you down flat. You let your legs down to the floor.
While he was still between your legs, he thumbed at the crotch of your leggings, surely as damp as you feared. “It’s natural, baby.” He smelled then licked his thumb and added, “when we get nice and limber,” as he laid his shorts back into you. “When we get our blood flowin’." You looked away uncomfortably. He reassured you, "I get wet, too. i’ll show ya.”
He leaned down and thrust his hard cock against your tingling cunt, breathing heavily, grunting, closing his eyes. You twitched against him. “Natural, baby.” He sped up. His warm, stiff package pressed rhythmically into your throbbing clit until your back arched and you came. “fuck,” he whispered, “yeah.” Then he stopped thrusting, laid into you hard, and moaned as he pulsed against you and came in his shorts.
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One day, you did leg lifts. You laid down on your side with your head resting in your hand. He kneeled behind your ass so you were facing away from him. One large hand rested gently on top of your hip and he put his other hand in between your calves.
“Now lift,” he said softly and nudged your leg upward.
He held your calf as you lifted your leg, then he slid his hand from your calf, past your knee. “Good, now down,” he said. He kept sliding his hand toward your torso until the side of his finger hit the apex of your thighs.
Each time you raised your leg, he slid his hand up to your calf, and each time you lowered it, his hand slid down to your crotch. At some point, he started to cup your pussy from behind whenever he reached your crotch. You could hear him breathing heavier. He scooted closer and rested his other hand on your stomach as he did it. “Other side now,” he said. You turned around facing him and watched his eyes devour you as he did the same thing for the whole set.
When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He spread your knees and got between them. Then, when you were flat on the ground, he planked over you with his hands on the gym mat and his arms straight.
“Up until your hips hit mine.” He was still hard from the leg raises. You felt his hardness every time you lifted your groin into his.
Good girl,” he whispered and wet his lips. It was far, far too easy to visualize fucking him. That time when he referenced you thinking about him and touching yourself, he was dead on. Every time you got home, that’s what you did. You wanted him desperately. But it also didn’t feel right - you didn’t know if he was like this with every client or just you. If you knew it was personal, it might not feel so dirty.
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The first time he invited you to into his sauna, you declined.
“Sauna’s infrared,” he told you the next time he urged you to join him. “Real good for ya.” You heard about the benefits of infrared light, so it intrigued you.
He led you into the small locker room of his gym. Once the two of you were in there, he said you should take off your clothes first so the infrared light could wash over you. He took off his shirt and sat down on a wooden bench outside the sauna. He put his hands on his knees as you took off your shirt. “Good girl,” he said. "Go on,” he added, urging you to remove your bra and leggings, too. Your ears got hot as you peeled off your sweaty bra. He beckoned you closer to him, then hooked his fingers into your leggings and helped pull those down. He inhaled sharply as your cunt was exposed. You tried to cover yourself. “Shhh, it’s okay baby,” he whispered. “human body’s a beautiful thing. We’re just two bodies here.” The low echo of his soothing voice made you wetter than you already were.
“God damn,” he breathed. “Lookin’ real good.” You couldn’t fully suppress your smile at the compliment. He shamelessly rubbed his arousal over his shorts, then stood up to take them off and you looked away. You couldn’t help but check out his naked ass as he led you into the sauna. He noticed this in the door’s reflection and smiled to himself. There weren’t towels or anything, but the rosy hue was somewhat comforting. It wasn’t too hot in there, either.
Joel sat right down on the sauna bench, hard-on blazing. You looked directly at it and your nipples puckered.
“Turn ya on?” he asked. “Good sign,” he said. “Means you’re healthy.” His eyes scanned you hungrily from head to toe. “C’mere a minute, gorgeous,” he beckoned you. You shyly stepped forward. When you got close enough to him, he gently took your hands in his and guided you to standing as close as possible between his knees. His foot nudged your feet apart, then he slipped his massive hand between your bare thighs, and his thick fingers met your dripping seam. “Gorgeous,” he said, looking between your legs. “Just perfect.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. With his free hand, he reached for his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight. He kept stroking the wet mess between your legs. His lips parted with desire.
Your heart raced. “I dunno if this is a good idea,” you said.
“I think your body’s sayin’ it is, sugar.” He removed his fingers and examined their shine, then sucked them dry while maintaining eye contact, making you weak in the knees. He rubbed you again, then asked “Can I feel inside?” and you nodded hesitantly. He inserted his middle finger first, pumped it a few times, swirled it, pulled it almost all the way out, then added his index finger. He rested his thumb against your clit as he slowly finger fucked you. Then he took his thick digits out and wiped them on the head of his cock, gathering his precum to combine with your slick as lube.
“been doin’ this dance for weeks,” he said. “Shoulda told me to stop if ya didn’t want it.”
You were speechless.
“Think you should sit on this cock now, baby.” He began to stroke himself slowly. “Lemme get to know your body. Show ya somethin’ special ‘bout yours, too.” You hesitated and he slowly nodded. “Only take a minute.” He put his hands on your hips and rotated you to face away from him “Damn, this ass,” he whispered. He slid his hand vertically between your legs and rubbed your wet pussy with the side of his index finger. “How ‘bout it, baby? Gotta listen to your body.” He guided you closer to him. “What’s your body sayin’?” Your body was screaming yes. The red light seemed to make you extra horny, even more than you usually got around him. Then again, it was more likely the nudity. The sight of his stiff, naked cock.
Joel used one hand to hold it at attention, and another to guide you back over it since you were facing away from him. “Whaddaya say?”
“Okay, I guess,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the desire to have him inside you. Unable to formulate any reasoning behind your hesitation, as if you needed a reason.
“Good girl,” he said into the nape of your neck. “Come on down, easy does it.” his breath was hot on your lower back.
He guided his tip to your entrance then put both hands on your hips and pulled down. He groaned as you were impaled on his rock-hard shaft and you moaned as his girth stretched you open.
“So damn tight,” he breathed. Your walls parted to accept him and it was still a stretch. “Take it, I know ya can.” He pulled down a little more, a little harder, and groaned as your bodies became flush. “Now use it,” he said and put his hands on the bench with a lift of his hips that slightly rocked you. “Do what makes ya feel good.” You sat there for a moment, then he said, “go ‘head, show me what ya want.”
You put your hands on your thighs and rose up half way, then lowered yourself with a soft moan. “Yeah, there ya go, baby.” He took your hands in his on top of your thighs.
You rose up a few more times, then he returned his hands to your hips and started guiding you to move you faster. You put your hands on your knees and tilted your hips to take more of him. “Good girl,” he said.
He fucked you for a few minutes, panting and praising you. "Our bodies needed this,” he said as he sheathed himself with your cunt. “Real bad.” He let you up and pulled you down, then held you down, moving you on his cock, staying deep inside you, nudging your g-spot.
You were getting close, but not fast enough. He started holding breaths and releasing them vocally, then warned you, "gonna come, baby.” He kept moving you on his cock, and a few seconds later he panted, “Get up now, ‘less ya wanna be pumped full.”
You kinda did want that, but you knew it wouldn’t be smart, even though you took your pill pretty well. Instead, you dismounted him and turned around to watch. Your walls slowly came back together to fill the void he left as he stroked himself. Then he pointed the head of his cock at your lower belly and his hot seed hit your skin.
When he finished releasing a massive load, he swiped his fingers through it and raised them to your mouth. "Good protein," he said.
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Um yeah I tink trainer Joel would lose his mind seeing the sweat from your p*ssy and ass that you leave behind on machines after each set. Would he rub himself on it or lick it or smell it?
Sincerely a girlie who was mortified when I stood up from the weight machine and had to wipe the seat off with a towel. Oopsie
Fuck yeah..... a perfect sweat print of your ass and thighs with your pussy lips clearly defined in the middle. He wouln't let you walk away. He'd make you watch him dab his pinky, smell it and taste it.
Look at you markin' all the benches like a bitch in heat
Speaking of PT!JOEL/Chess Press, it's criminal how no one got to cum in that story, one of them should've grinded until they came in their pants!
You gave the warning for Blue Balls but I wasn't ready for how bad it was about to be. Lol
Oh , let's make it happen. I love when someone comes in their pants. WARNINGS: I8+ mdni, perverted joel, inappropriate touching (over clothes), grinding/masturbation kind of.
Chest Press (Personal Trainer) - Extended Scene
perv!Joel x fem!reader
He counted down the last reps as you did the situps in tandem, your back still flush against his chest. “Three. . . two. . . one.” Once the two of you were fully sitting up again, he engulfed your crotch with his large hand to pull you back into [him] with a soft grunt. He felt the dampness between your legs and gave a low whistle. “It’s normal, baby. When we get our blood flowin’.”
Your face felt like it was on fire. He kept his hand between your legs and almost imperceptibly pulsed his middle finger, while keeping it flattened in line with the others, his hand mostly still. Your legs were nestled inside his on the gym mat. You relaxed into his body, exhausted. He slid his other hand under your shirt, ghosting your hard nipple through your damp sports bra. You pushed your upper back into him and a soft moan fell out of you as your hips lifted into his hand. "Don't be shy," he whispered. "Release is good for ya," he said, lightly moving his palm in circles over your breast. He slid his hand to the middle of your bra and stretched out his fingers. He caressed both nipples, one with his thumb and one with his pinky.
"I can help ya," he murmured, "If ya want." He held his lower hand firmly in place around your crotch as your hips lifted into his palm. His arousal swelled harder against you. "Just say the word." He held both hands perfectly still. You found yourself holding your breath and grinding into his hand, your upper back pushing back against his chest. "Good girl," he murmured." You exhaled with an audible sigh. "You want a hand, baby?"
But you didn't need one. Your spine arched and your whole body tensed and released, cradled by his. You whimpered as you came in the palm of his hand. "Shhhh," he said into the crown of your head. "Good girl."
How dare you create a Joel so pervy, so creepy?! Where do you get off??? Iloveyousomuchpleaseneverstop. You deserve the entire world. I hope both sides of your pillow stay cool. I wish you nothing but incredible orgasms, good food and endless happiness,wealth and abundance for forever 😘🫶🏼
Is this fine, handsy personal trainer Joel related in any way to the trainer who recommended Dr. Rock? (Forgive me if my Joelkémon lore is inaccurate)
Holy shit lmao. Your lore recall is better than mine. That personal trainer's name was J. for short 😳🫣. If that's the case, this PT is MARRIED to Dr. Rock. Maybe that's part of how he disarms you 😳.
@beskarandblasters ty for reminding me of this gif
Now I'm obsessed with Chest Pressed as well. It was so good. Oh my! I hope we kinda get a slow burn with it. Oh my! I don't know if it's ok to say this but when ever I read your work, I'm getting wet. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces!
I wrote him as a one shot but split off the sex because I had FOMO about other pervy stuff he could do first. The urge to make him jack off is strong.
And just like that I have a new Favorite Joelkemon! Move aside just the tip and night walks Joel we got a new creep in town and his name is pt Joel! And I need him to gaslight and grope his way into my coochie! It's what I deserve!
Chest Press has debuted in the minor league joelkéverse. Can't say he'll make it to the big leagues - he may burn bright and fast, but I can guarantee he will creep his way into your coochie. 💙
