Sirius/Hermione
“You did really well today.” Her trainer patted the long table. “Now we stretch.”
She sighed, taking deep breaths as he moved her legs, pushing them against her sore body.
“Adrian, who do we have here?” A tall man in a sleek black tee passed by, patting him on the back.
“Hermione, meet my boss, Sirius Black.”
She blinked up, taking in his salt and pepper hair, his easy smile. Soft wrinkles surrounded kind gray eyes that pierced through her.
“Mmm,” she stiffened, as he pushed harder.
“You’re in good hands,” Sirius winked.
Fuck , he was going to be a distraction.
The next day she was well into running her second mile when she saw him. Sirius . When his knee hit the floor during a lunge the bulge in his soft cotton joggers was on full display. On his second, he met her gaze, watching her, watching him. He smiled up at her, winking for a second time. Hermione sprinted out her third mile and left.
By Friday morning she was already anticipating running into him when Adrian texted he’d be out for a workshop. His replacement was its own form of torture. Sirius smiled, the corners coming up to his eyes as he greeted her. “This’ll be fun.” He promised.
Fun . Sure, it was fun when his hands ghosted over her shoulders, correcting her form. It was fun as he moved her hips up in her plank, leaving his fingers on her as he counted down her minute. It was fun when he made eye contact with her in the mirror, watching a drop of sweat fall into her cleavage, looking dazed as he moved her to the next circuit.
It was fun hearing the word “perfect” fall from his lips every time she nailed a move or completed a set. She couldn’t help but preen.
“Perfect form, Hermione.”
“Excellent. That was perfect.”
“One more. There you go. Perfect.”
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
“This way, love,” he motioned them into a smaller stretching room.
“On the table.” He commanded.
Could she admit that just those three words had already soaked her knickers.
“I’m going to work your shoulders and then I’ll move to your legs.”
It hurt. It felt good. Hermione tried not to moan.
“You're tight.”
“Excuse me?”
“These muscles here,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers into a cord on her neck. “Get on your back.”
She scrambled, following his command instantly.
He lifted her leg, pushing it up away from the table. “Hold on, I can get deeper.” He mounted the table, pushing it further. “Pressure okay?”
He moved a hand to her hip, fingers digging into her skin. “I’ll help you keep this hip down. Stretch you all the way out.” He rotated her knee, opening her core wider.
She blushed. She was wet. She was getting off on this.
“Relax. Keep breathing. I want to go harder.” He rocked into her, pushing her foot closer to her head.
“You were perfect today, Hermione.”
He looked mildly disappointed to be done and she felt the same.
Her car was quiet as she sat in the parking lot watching the classes empty out. It wasn’t just her muscles that felt a charge, her whole body was buzzing. She felt turned on like a switch, something she hadn’t felt since before having Rose, if she’d ever really felt like this at all with Ron.
The gym was dark as she reentered, moving her way to the back. Sirius was shirtless, the muscles of his back tightening. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Mesmerized by his skin, long whisps of hair falling out of his bun and into his face as he jerked himself, hand on the table where she’d been laying.
“That’s right baby, so fucking perfect for me.” He grunted.
He looked up, jerking his hand faster at the sight of her in the room.
“Fuck, Hermione” he whispered, her name on his lips as he came into the towel she’d discarded. It was filthy and hot and Hermione couldn’t stop what happened next. She closed the door, locking it behind her as she walked toward him.
“Get on the table,” he commanded, pulling off her leggings and throwing them onto the floor. He pushed on her knees, mounting the table in one motion. “Did you like that, Hermione? Watching me. Wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you.”
She arched into him. “Yes,” she whined, as he pinned her knees open, mouth sucking at the soaked placket of her thong.
“So sweet I could eat you.” He grunted, rubbing his stubbled cheek on the inside of her thigh. He bit the lace of her underwear dragging it down her legs with his teeth. He was more wolf than man.
She gasped as his tongue met her cunt, licking one long line from her pucker to her clit. His hand reached under the sweaty band of her sports bra as he found her peaked nipples, tweaking and playing as she keened.
She came with his mouth on her, his long, tattooed fingers deep inside as he repeated the words that took her apart over and over, “So…perfect.”
Her arms were above her head as he pulled on the wet fabric, taking the time to kiss around her neck and lick the skin under and around her breasts.
“This body.” His gaze heady and reverent as his hands gripped her jaw. The air sucked from her lungs as she gasped into his kiss.
She whimpered as the tip of his cock lined up, stretching her as he sunk inside.
It didn’t matter what it was. She didn't care. He fucked her deep, sometimes slowly pulling out to the tip only to devastate her as pushed back in.
The rickety table creaked into the empty room.
She couldn’t think as he rocked into her, pulling moans from her lips as she felt her arousal leak out from her cunt and onto the table.
He sat up onto his knees, pulling her ass up and onto his lap as he fucked her harder, bringing on her third orgasm.
Sirius grunted as he pulled out, shooting cum onto her stomach and breasts.
“You came back.” He looked wrecked, as if he’d just realized this was all real. He grabbed her hand, kissing into her palm as he pushed the sweaty hair off her face.
“I’m not done with you.”
It sounded like a promise. Sirius Black seemed like the kind of man to keep his promises.