Dinah Jane Imagines

The Trainer: Part 1

Prompt: Dinah and Fifth Harmony's management feels she's too fat compared to the other girls of Fifth Harmony, so they hire her a personal trainer that just might teach her a thing or two about loving herself.

G!P Y/N

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❤Dinah❤

"D come on! You know you aren't fat, just curvy. Everyone loves girls with curves". I sighed at the girls and left the full sized mirror that was fixated in our hotel room.

"I don't know guys. Why would they hire a fitness trainer if I looked just as good as you guys claimed?" I thanked God that our manager knocked on the door and gave the girls a reassuring smile despite all our feelings of uneasiness.

"You're doing a good thing Dinah". I rolled my eyes as I walked into the personal fitness studio and was blown away at the sight in-front of me.

"Yeah Y/N's smoking hot, and your new trainer. God the things I'd do to her if I wasn't married". I gave him a disgusted look and sighed as I watched the girl working out.

The 5'6 or 5'7, red haired girl was doing diamond push ups on the floor,the sweat glistening from her body. She had earphones in her ear, distracted from anything but the floor beneath her.

I froze in place when she finally looked up, grinning devilishly at me.

"Can I help you babe?" The smirk never left her face as she stood up and walked towards. Her eyes roamed my body, blushing as our eyes connected.

"I-I think you're my new trainer". A look of disbelief flashed across her face as she sat her phone down and grabbed some weights.

"You know I'm a fitness trainer right? I'm pretty sure you're already in shape babe". The blush was definitely there as she lifted her weights, and I clenched my legs at the sight.

"Wait, you're Dinah? Dinah Jane? Your management told me you were excessively overweight and really needed my help". The hurt was obviously there, and in that moment I just wanted to throw in the towel and quit. If management didn't respect me enough, how could the fans, or myself for that matter.

"Hey, where are you going? Did I say something wrong? Because if it's about you being overweight, you know that's not true right? You're really really sexy, whether you believe me or not". As much as I wanted to believe Y/N, I couldn't trust what she said enough to believe it.

"Come here". She grabbed my hand and led me in-front of a mirror, and I immediately knew where this was going. The girls had all done this before in an attempt to boost my self esteem, but it obviously hadn't worked.

"Y/N I know what you're trying to do. It's not gonna work. Maybe their right, maybe I do need to loose the weight". She sighed as I walked towards the punching bag, helping me slip on the gloves.

"Whether you believe anybody that says this to you, you truly are a work of art and I personally can't keep my eyes off you. Your body is perfect okay. Being overweight doesn't mean having curves. It means this". She grabbed her phone and held up a picture of a girl that looked to be excessively overweight and I shook my head in disappointment.

"She probably can't help it and that's not funny". She put her hands up in defense and ran in-front of me as I started to walk out of the studio.

"The only reason I'm laughing is because you don't realize that big, fat, ugly, girl is me, or was me a year ago". My eyes widened in shock and once she zoomed in to the face, I could clearly see Y/N.

"But you look really different now. I wanna look like you do now and not feel how you probably felt then". She ran her fingers through her red locks and grabbed my waist, gently pushing me into the nearest wall.

"Kiss me". I was utterly confused as to what she was doing, but gasped in surprise as her soft, plump lips connected to mine.

"Maybe I can't tell you, but I can surely show you just how gorgeous you are. Only if you let me. You think no one wants to be with you sexually, well I do. You think no one wants to kiss every inch of this wonderful body, I do. You think no one wants to make love to you, I do". Her hand guided mine towards her crotch, eying me intensely as I gasped.

Either she was really happy to see me out she was wearing a strap-on, but judging by how hard she got in my hand, I seriously doubted it was a plastic toy.

"You have a- a penis?" She nodded her head and eyed my hand that never left her crotch.

"A fully erect one now because of you. Let me show you that you're truly desired, truly wanted". Her hands roamed from my waist, down to the underside of my ass, lifting me up on her waist as I nodded my head.

Never in a million years would I have just jumped into bed with someone I'd just met, but Y/N wasn't just that one night stand or free fuck, she was allot more than that and we both knew it.

I snapped out of my train of thoughts as Y/N's lips moved from my lips to my neck, sucking around gently until she found my sweet spot.

"Fuck". She smirked and bit down harshly, soothing the sore skin with her tongue.

"Lay back on the mat babe". I shivered as she crawled ontop of me, lifting her sports bra off in the process.

My hands instantly shot to her body, rubbing and caressing the body she'd worked so hard to get. She groaned as I sat up, kissing and nipping her abs gently as her fingers threaded in my hair.

She moaned softly as my hands grouped her breasts, teasing the stiff pink bud's in my hands.

"Mhm, as good as this feels, this is about you". Y/N's hand interlaced with mine as she pinned them above my head, freeing one of her hands to remove my sports bra, exposing my chest to her hungry eyes.

"So beautiful babe". My back arched off the mat as Y/N took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking harshly as she palmed my right breast in her mouth.

"Please, we don't have much time. I have to go to rehearsals in 20 minutes". She looked up from my stomach, the disappointment beaming in her eyes.

"Fuck, I have to go in 10, I have another client". I grabbed the hem of her work out pants, tugging them down along with her boxers. She giggled as I stared at her maybe 9 or 10 inch erection and hastily tugged down my shorts and panties, eying me quickly before grabbing something from her pants pocket; a condom.

"Put it on me". I frantically tore the wrapper, slipping the rubber on her fully erect cock. Her lips mashed onto mine as she slowly slid her cock inside me and I bit down on her lip, the pleasure being too much to bare already.

"Goddamn Dinah, you're so warm and tight. Mhm, I could stay buried inside you forever". My nails found her back, digging into the heated skin as her thrusts became more erratic.

"Oh fuck Y/N, y-you feel s-so good!" I whimpered as she wrapped my legs around her waist, the angle making her thrusts deeper.

"Shit Dinah! I'm so close". I bought her head down, connecting our lips in a sloppy kiss as the white heat spiked in my stomach.

"M-me t-too, Oh, OH FUCK YES Y/N!" My back bowed off the mat as I came, and I groaned as I felt Y/N releasing her cum into the condom.

"Oh God Dinah". My hands rubbed her reddening back as we caught our breaths, and I whimpered as she got off me, helping me up off the mat.

"As much as I'd love to stay, I have to go. Here, I'll call you later beautiful". I sighed as she pecked my lips, rushing off as her next appointment started.

"Dinah!" I turned around, gasping in surprise as Y/N's lips met mine in a rushed kiss.

"You're beautiful. Don't forget that okay?"