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Two is Better Than One!

Pairing: Personal trainer Beneki x chubby black reader x personal trainer Wakasa

A/N: Just a reminder if you see anyone else on this platform or others reposting or stealing my work please alert me and give them a warning because these are all my original works. I'm just reuploading because Wattpad took the first book down. Don't believe me you can go to my Tumblr and see all the dates to when I first posted each oneshot, because as stated I just transfer all my works from there to here.

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Wakasa and Beneki who are your personal trainers at there all men gym but an exception for a pretty little thing like yourself. Since Wakasa still has a crush on you from high school.Wakasa and Beneki who have a private section at the back of the gym decked out in pastel just for you. Not wanting to train you in the front, with all the dirty sweaty men staring at you like fresh meat.Beneki who struggles to keep a straight face when he's behind you as you do your squat lifts. Your ass only centimeters away from his crotch. Wakasa himself is surprise he hasn't broke character yet.Wakasa who looks at you with disappointment visible on his face when you tried asking for a rest day. Knowing you were lying through your teeth about being sore. And wanted to go on a date with one of their clients who workouts at the front of the gym. Who somehow caught you leaving through the back after one of your sessions.Wakasa who has you a sobbing mess on his chest with an equally sobbing cunt. Tears drenching the top of his wife beater. Your wet pussy dripping essence onto the hem of his wife beater. Wakasa who's glad that your wetting his shirt rather than the expensive leather couch your both on. Wakasa who couldn't help but chuckle when you started to babble nonsense due to overstimulation. Your legs kicking back in forth in hopes that he'll let you go. But to no vail Wakasa  only felt little taps. He wasn't one of the founding leaders of Black Dragon for nothing.Wakasa who after making you cum 4 times with his fingers finally let you go with a warning to not pull something like that again. But with a double ended vibrator attached to your pussy. One end a miniature vibrating dildo and the other a pure vibrator for your clit. As he send you off to another one of your work out sessions.Beneki who stared at you with concern as you looked as if you were about to cry the entire session. Leaving to his office to get you chocolate thinking your on your period and the cramps were getting to you. Beneki who didn't put the pieces of the puzzle together until he noticed your legs were trembling. It was upper body workout day.Beneki who enjoyed watching you struggle to do pull ups. Watching your ass lift up and down in front of his face as he swore he was only there so you wouldn't fall. With his hands hovering over your hips.Beneki who can hear the sounds of the vibrator. Hearing the sounds of the buzzing switching modes. Knowing Wakasa is somewhere around the gym playing with the control as if it was a stress toy.Beneki who felt himself get hard in his pants when you were reaching your breaking point. Asking him to fuck you since Wakasa was being too mean and cruel.Beneki who can only comply considering the fact you looked little and vulnerable. Who agreed that Wakasa can be cruel, but not to a little thing like you.Beneki who had you folded onto your purple pastel yoga mat fucking you roughly against your mat. "Ben! Y-your hitting my tummy!" You cried, feeling his grip tighten on your hips. As his thrusts got faster. The feeling of his cockhead roughly grazing against your cervix was mind breaking.Clapping sounds resonated around both you and Beneki. As your ass continuously made contact with his pelvis. Your knees starting to ache each and every time Beneki pulled your elbows back forcing you to meet his thrusts. Yours tits bounced as your nipples were harden from the cool temperature in the room. Sniffles were heard from you as well as little mewls. Anytime you tried to talk it just came out jumbled so why try. Feeling a cold hand rub figure eights on your clit, caused your body to jerk away from BenekiWho in response snatched you back. Dragging you back over your wet yoga mat with a puddle filled with both you and Beneki's essence mixed. Up until your ass was flush against his crotch. You felt a hand grip your jaw. "Don't move again" said Beneki's stern voice, it made you gulp and your pussy clench. Your jaw locked around Wakasa's dick, tears pricking your eyes once more. Feeling his tip shove past your uvula. He had the pads of his fingers resting against your scalp as he bobbed your head up and down. Bubbles occasionally forming from the amount of spit you gathered.A slap bounced against the walls, ripping a moan from your throat. Beneki's big calloused hands landing another slap against your ass. "C'mon baby cum around my cock, sure it'll be the best orgasm you ever had yet" Beneki grunts, feeling your pussy clench around him from his choice of lewd words.A slap was earned from Wakasa against your cheek. "Look at me, I'm the one in front of you" he hissed. Leading to a silent war between him and Beneki.The knot in the pit of your stomach was holding on by a thread. Beneki pulled out tapping his tip against your clit. Watching your small chubby little form trembling as you squirted to your hearts content. Eyes crossed as they rolled to the back of your head.Your moans muffled around Wakasa's cock, the vibrations making his head fall back. He couldn't help but shoot his cum straight down your throat in to your stomach.Slamming back into you Beneki shot his own load inside of you. And you took it like a champ. Your head laying on Wakasa's lap, huffing and puffing. Beneki dragging on both your orgasms.Snores we heard in Wakasa's office as you were sleeping on the expensive leather couch, with a knitted blanket covering your body. Beneki cleaned you up and gave you a spare of his shirts.Grabbing a fruit punch flavored lollipop out of his candy jar, Wakasa wrapped his bandages around his wrists. Making his way to the front of the gym. The guy who you tried to plan a date with was waiting for his boxing session, not knowing he's bout to get the ass whooping of his life.