2.The Slutty Trainer
Title: The slutty Trainer
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Junchun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Yoochun goes to the gym for one thing, and now he finally gets what he wants.
An: Be_delusionall! Your birthday passed and I wasn’t here DX if you like this and you have another request, then let me know<33
The Slutty Trainer
Yoochun hated working out. He hated heat, he hated sweat, he even hated Gatorade. He hated pretty much everything that had anything to do with working out.
Still, he was there, at the gym, at 6 in the freaking morning everyday for the past week. Reason: his personal trainer, Kim Junsu. The man was as clueless as he was hot, and god was he hot. He was too perky for anyone who was awake at 6 in the morning and looked to good for anyone who was awake at 6 in the morning too.
Yoochun just dragged himself out of bed at 5:50 and walked across the street, wearing the shorts and t-shirt he had fallen asleep in. Kim Junsu’s hair was styled perfectly, he smelled like cinnamon and looked completely gorgeous. Yoochun secretly hoped that he made himself look good so early in the morning because he knew he was coming.
Pushing open the heavy glass doors Yoochun entered the gym and found Junsu waiting for him next to the treadmill. He groaned inwardly, because the treadmill made him sweat more than any other thing in the whole gym and it was hard to come across as charming and sexy with your hair sticking to your forehead and your pits reeking. But the smile Junsu threw at him made up for a lot and he walked up to him with new energy.
“Good morning,” Yoochun said and casually took his towel and hung it on one of Junsu’s shoulders. “What kind of torture do you have in store for me today?”
“Something different,” Junsu smiled. “Follow me.”
Yoochun was surprised, but wouldn’t complain if whatever Junsu had in store for him meant he didn’t have to do the treadmill. He followed him to the other side of the gym where a couple of very large balls lay.
“How good is your balance?” Junsu asked, kneeling down next to one of the balls.
“Shit,” Yoochun admitted. Great, now he was going to fall on his face. That would be attractive.
“I bet you’ll do great. Why don’t you start off and I’ll be right with you.” He got up and put a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder before leaving him alone in the empty gym. He eyed the ball and kicked it, almost breaking his toes. He cursed, kicking it again, with the bottom of his foot this time. It rolled a couple of feet and came to a halt again. He sighed and sat down on top of it. He was wondered how this thing was going to help him get a six pack and arms like Junsu had, when Junsu came back holding a barbell.
Yoochun guessed he wasn’t going to be the one using it when he saw him pull it up and bring it down again himself.
“I want you to put your elbows on the ball,” Junsu said looking at him, but didn’t stop training his own…amazing…arms…
“Okay?”
“What? O, yeah, okay.” Yoochun tended to stare and daze off a lot when Junsu started flexing his muscles.
He got up and walked around the ball. He kneeled down and put his elbows on top of it. “Done?”
“Almost,” Junsu chuckled and put the barbell down on the floor. He stood behind him, planting a foot next to each of Yoochun’s legs.
“Leave your elbows where they are and get on your feet. I got you,” he said when Yoochun started wobbling from side to side. A hand held him around his waist as he tried to find his balance with his arms. Junsu’s hand went lower, grazing his stomach and the waistband of his shorts where his shirt was scrunched up.
“Just like that,” he said and Yoochun felt his breath in his neck. He felt another hand on his hip, pulling him up until his ass hit something hard. Was that-
“This is great for your abs,” Junsu said, and the hand on Yoochun’s stomach pushed his shirt up further. His arms started shaking and he knew he had reached his limits. He was getting hard and he didn’t want to make an ugly fall, but the way they were positioned there was no way he could get up without his ass hitting Junsu’s front again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to or anything, but the situation was kind of…weird.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” he said. It came out shaky, just like he was feeling.
The hands on his hip and stomach retreated and Junsu pulled back. Yoochun got up, panting. He rolled his shoulders which were killing him because of the weight he had put on them just now.
“You did great,” Junsu said, smiling ever so innocently. He picked up his barbell again
“Sit down and stretch your legs.”
Yoochun had come to the conclusion that he had a love-hate relationship with the ball. He hated it because it hurt like hell, and loved it…for obvious reasons.
“Put your hands behind your back for balance,” Junsu instructed and Yoochun did as he was told. He was still wobbly, but Junsu put one hand on his hip again to keep him from shaking. He still had the barbell in the other and the veins in his arms and neck were so perfectly visible that Yoochun was two breathes away from a full erection. He looked away and felt Junsu lean in closer.
“You’re really good at this,” Junsu commented, his voice lower than usually. His lips grazed Yoochun’s Adam’s apple so lightly that he would have thought it was by accident, wasn’t it for this whole situation. He turned his head slightly and he felt a full kiss being pressed against his collarbone. A soft moan escaped his lips and as quick as it came it was pressed away by Junsu’s harsh kiss against his mouth. Yoochun almost rolled off of the ball, but found his balance just in time by planting his feet flat onto the floor. Still not completely believing what was happening he kissed him back tentatively.
Junsu’s reactions were unexpectedly rough and Yoochun enjoyed every bit of it. The barbell fell to the floor and a loud thump filled the gym. Junsu used his now empty had to grab Yoochun by his waist and pulled him off the ball. Yoochun’s back hit the floor harshly and he groaned into Junsu’s mouth. Letting go of his lips for the first time, Junsu looked at him. `
“You want this as much as I do?” he scraped out.
“Right here, right now,” Yoochun answered and rocked his boner against Junsu’s hips for effect.
Junsu growled and pulled him up from the floor. “Now,” he said, “but not here.”
“Why?” Yoochun didn’t mean to sound desperate, but if he did, so be it. he had been craving a piece of this man for over a week and now he was getting it no matter what.
“Because I could lose my job,” Junsu said and took his hand. He pulled him into the hallway, and into a door which Yoochun knew lead to a locker room and shower.
Junsu locked the door behind them and Yoochun sat down, straddling the bench in the middle of the room. He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor when Junsu finally made his way towards him, loosing his own shirt as he did.
“You don’t mind that this is going to happen raw, do you?” Junsu asked, threading his fingers with Yoochun’s hair. He straddled the bench and Junsu at the same time, towering over him.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and put a thumb in each side of the waistbands of Junsu’s sweats and boxers, pulling both down at the same time. His cock bounced up at the perfect height and Yoochun took the tip between his lips and sucked on it, looking up at to see Junsu’s reaction. Junsu looked down with an expression of pain and pleasure mixed up together and the linked eyes. Yoochun winked before going back to the task at hand. He fisted the base of Junsu’s cock and stuffed it into his mouth and as far as possible down his throat.
Junsu let out a loud groan when Yoochun cupped his ass and started massaging his butt cheeks. “You’re really good at this.”
Yoochun let the throbbing erection slip out of his mouth and licked up the trail of saliva running out of the side of his mouth. “I can do a lot more,” he smirked and pushed Junsu back, so that he could get up. He got rid of his shoes, dropped his shorts and boxers and straddled the bench again, this time with his back towards Junsu’s front.
Junsu quickly got lost his own shoes and the pants circling his ankles and went back into position.
Yoochun didn’t object when the next thing he felt was a hard wet dick between his butt cheeks, because fucking without preparation could be amazing and if Junsu’s kisses and touches were anything to go by, this was going to be heaven.
Yoochun felt Junsu’s slick dick prod through his entrance and his fingers clenched around the bench under him. The next fast thrust came unexpected and Yoochun had to hold on tight not to get lunged forward. He moaned when his prostate immediately got hit. Junsu continued without Yoochun needing to beckon him to go harder or faster. Their positions were perfect, Junsu’s dick disappeared into his ass completely with every thrust and Yoochun’s prostate got hit every time.
With a loud groan, Junsu came into him and Yoochun clenched his ass around him, prolonging his orgasm.
With two quick strokes Yoochun came with him, splattering his load on the bench under them. Junsu slid out of him and his arms gave away. He came down ass first, wincing at the sting.
“Fuck, that’s harsh,” he hissed. “But a great way to start your day.”
“Tell me about it,” Junsu said, draping his arms around him from behind. “It’s been a long time coming.”
“You’ll excuse me from coming to the gym for the next couple of days, right?” Yoochun chuckled, massaging his ass with one hand.
“Sure, you suck at everything in this gym anyway.”
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Junchun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: Yoochun goes to the gym for one thing, and now he finally gets what he wants.
An: Be_delusionall! Your birthday passed and I wasn’t here DX if you like this and you have another request, then let me know<33
The Slutty Trainer
Yoochun hated working out. He hated heat, he hated sweat, he even hated Gatorade. He hated pretty much everything that had anything to do with working out.
Still, he was there, at the gym, at 6 in the freaking morning everyday for the past week. Reason: his personal trainer, Kim Junsu. The man was as clueless as he was hot, and god was he hot. He was too perky for anyone who was awake at 6 in the morning and looked to good for anyone who was awake at 6 in the morning too.
Yoochun just dragged himself out of bed at 5:50 and walked across the street, wearing the shorts and t-shirt he had fallen asleep in. Kim Junsu’s hair was styled perfectly, he smelled like cinnamon and looked completely gorgeous. Yoochun secretly hoped that he made himself look good so early in the morning because he knew he was coming.
Pushing open the heavy glass doors Yoochun entered the gym and found Junsu waiting for him next to the treadmill. He groaned inwardly, because the treadmill made him sweat more than any other thing in the whole gym and it was hard to come across as charming and sexy with your hair sticking to your forehead and your pits reeking. But the smile Junsu threw at him made up for a lot and he walked up to him with new energy.
“Good morning,” Yoochun said and casually took his towel and hung it on one of Junsu’s shoulders. “What kind of torture do you have in store for me today?”
“Something different,” Junsu smiled. “Follow me.”
Yoochun was surprised, but wouldn’t complain if whatever Junsu had in store for him meant he didn’t have to do the treadmill. He followed him to the other side of the gym where a couple of very large balls lay.
“How good is your balance?” Junsu asked, kneeling down next to one of the balls.
“Shit,” Yoochun admitted. Great, now he was going to fall on his face. That would be attractive.
“I bet you’ll do great. Why don’t you start off and I’ll be right with you.” He got up and put a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder before leaving him alone in the empty gym. He eyed the ball and kicked it, almost breaking his toes. He cursed, kicking it again, with the bottom of his foot this time. It rolled a couple of feet and came to a halt again. He sighed and sat down on top of it. He was wondered how this thing was going to help him get a six pack and arms like Junsu had, when Junsu came back holding a barbell.
Yoochun guessed he wasn’t going to be the one using it when he saw him pull it up and bring it down again himself.
“I want you to put your elbows on the ball,” Junsu said looking at him, but didn’t stop training his own…amazing…arms…
“Okay?”
“What? O, yeah, okay.” Yoochun tended to stare and daze off a lot when Junsu started flexing his muscles.
He got up and walked around the ball. He kneeled down and put his elbows on top of it. “Done?”
“Almost,” Junsu chuckled and put the barbell down on the floor. He stood behind him, planting a foot next to each of Yoochun’s legs.
“Leave your elbows where they are and get on your feet. I got you,” he said when Yoochun started wobbling from side to side. A hand held him around his waist as he tried to find his balance with his arms. Junsu’s hand went lower, grazing his stomach and the waistband of his shorts where his shirt was scrunched up.
“Just like that,” he said and Yoochun felt his breath in his neck. He felt another hand on his hip, pulling him up until his ass hit something hard. Was that-
“This is great for your abs,” Junsu said, and the hand on Yoochun’s stomach pushed his shirt up further. His arms started shaking and he knew he had reached his limits. He was getting hard and he didn’t want to make an ugly fall, but the way they were positioned there was no way he could get up without his ass hitting Junsu’s front again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to or anything, but the situation was kind of…weird.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” he said. It came out shaky, just like he was feeling.
The hands on his hip and stomach retreated and Junsu pulled back. Yoochun got up, panting. He rolled his shoulders which were killing him because of the weight he had put on them just now.
“You did great,” Junsu said, smiling ever so innocently. He picked up his barbell again
“Sit down and stretch your legs.”
Yoochun had come to the conclusion that he had a love-hate relationship with the ball. He hated it because it hurt like hell, and loved it…for obvious reasons.
“Put your hands behind your back for balance,” Junsu instructed and Yoochun did as he was told. He was still wobbly, but Junsu put one hand on his hip again to keep him from shaking. He still had the barbell in the other and the veins in his arms and neck were so perfectly visible that Yoochun was two breathes away from a full erection. He looked away and felt Junsu lean in closer.
“You’re really good at this,” Junsu commented, his voice lower than usually. His lips grazed Yoochun’s Adam’s apple so lightly that he would have thought it was by accident, wasn’t it for this whole situation. He turned his head slightly and he felt a full kiss being pressed against his collarbone. A soft moan escaped his lips and as quick as it came it was pressed away by Junsu’s harsh kiss against his mouth. Yoochun almost rolled off of the ball, but found his balance just in time by planting his feet flat onto the floor. Still not completely believing what was happening he kissed him back tentatively.
Junsu’s reactions were unexpectedly rough and Yoochun enjoyed every bit of it. The barbell fell to the floor and a loud thump filled the gym. Junsu used his now empty had to grab Yoochun by his waist and pulled him off the ball. Yoochun’s back hit the floor harshly and he groaned into Junsu’s mouth. Letting go of his lips for the first time, Junsu looked at him. `
“You want this as much as I do?” he scraped out.
“Right here, right now,” Yoochun answered and rocked his boner against Junsu’s hips for effect.
Junsu growled and pulled him up from the floor. “Now,” he said, “but not here.”
“Why?” Yoochun didn’t mean to sound desperate, but if he did, so be it. he had been craving a piece of this man for over a week and now he was getting it no matter what.
“Because I could lose my job,” Junsu said and took his hand. He pulled him into the hallway, and into a door which Yoochun knew lead to a locker room and shower.
Junsu locked the door behind them and Yoochun sat down, straddling the bench in the middle of the room. He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor when Junsu finally made his way towards him, loosing his own shirt as he did.
“You don’t mind that this is going to happen raw, do you?” Junsu asked, threading his fingers with Yoochun’s hair. He straddled the bench and Junsu at the same time, towering over him.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and put a thumb in each side of the waistbands of Junsu’s sweats and boxers, pulling both down at the same time. His cock bounced up at the perfect height and Yoochun took the tip between his lips and sucked on it, looking up at to see Junsu’s reaction. Junsu looked down with an expression of pain and pleasure mixed up together and the linked eyes. Yoochun winked before going back to the task at hand. He fisted the base of Junsu’s cock and stuffed it into his mouth and as far as possible down his throat.
Junsu let out a loud groan when Yoochun cupped his ass and started massaging his butt cheeks. “You’re really good at this.”
Yoochun let the throbbing erection slip out of his mouth and licked up the trail of saliva running out of the side of his mouth. “I can do a lot more,” he smirked and pushed Junsu back, so that he could get up. He got rid of his shoes, dropped his shorts and boxers and straddled the bench again, this time with his back towards Junsu’s front.
Junsu quickly got lost his own shoes and the pants circling his ankles and went back into position.
Yoochun didn’t object when the next thing he felt was a hard wet dick between his butt cheeks, because fucking without preparation could be amazing and if Junsu’s kisses and touches were anything to go by, this was going to be heaven.
Yoochun felt Junsu’s slick dick prod through his entrance and his fingers clenched around the bench under him. The next fast thrust came unexpected and Yoochun had to hold on tight not to get lunged forward. He moaned when his prostate immediately got hit. Junsu continued without Yoochun needing to beckon him to go harder or faster. Their positions were perfect, Junsu’s dick disappeared into his ass completely with every thrust and Yoochun’s prostate got hit every time.
With a loud groan, Junsu came into him and Yoochun clenched his ass around him, prolonging his orgasm.
With two quick strokes Yoochun came with him, splattering his load on the bench under them. Junsu slid out of him and his arms gave away. He came down ass first, wincing at the sting.
“Fuck, that’s harsh,” he hissed. “But a great way to start your day.”
“Tell me about it,” Junsu said, draping his arms around him from behind. “It’s been a long time coming.”
“You’ll excuse me from coming to the gym for the next couple of days, right?” Yoochun chuckled, massaging his ass with one hand.
“Sure, you suck at everything in this gym anyway.”