A new curly-headed man joins your gym class and you end up working out in more ways than one.

{smut warning}

Every Saturday morning you looked forward to the gym class you attended. It was called HIIT Hop - a combination of high intensity movements, but incorporated into dance sequences so it hardly felt like an actual hardcore workout. However, you left each week completely sweating as after having participated for a while, you'd gained confidence and made sure to let loose and go for it after a long week at work.

You'd even made some really good friends through the class; granted you only really ever saw them on those Saturday mornings, but nevertheless having some like-minded people around you while you sweated and rocked out to the music made the whole thing so much better.

That morning, as you wandered into the large brightly lit studio that held the class, you were feeling particularly wound up from the previous week. Your boss had really been getting on your nerves and was bogging you down with countless tasks, plus it seemed to be one of those weeks where everything just went wrong. Whether it was spilling coffee on your favourite dress, or your hot water running out for the umpteenth time, or your bag of groceries splitting open on the pavement - it was safe to say you were very done with this week.

But when you saw your few gym friends stretching and warming up in a small circle near the front of the room, all your stresses evaporated and a smile graced your face knowing how much fun you were about to have. And besides, working out was always a good way to reduce any worries or stresses.

You approached your friends with a chorus of greetings, returning the gesture warmly.

"Hey ladies, how are you all?" Even though one of your friends Ryan certainly wasn't a lady, he was very obviously gay so the nickname you gave them all didn't phase him one bit.

"Hi hunny, we're okay thanks - how was your week?" Asked Jules. She was the first one you'd met through the class, and her obvious rhythm and passion for dancing was something you admired about her instantly - as well as her contagious body confidence and self-love that others would deem she shouldn't have due to her curvaceous figure, but that was the thing you loved most about her.

You dived straight into telling them, plus your two other friends, of your many troubles that the week had thrown your way before hearing about how they had been in the short time you'd not seen each other.

Before you knew it, your instructor Emily was calling you all to get into place ready for the warm up. The five of you took your places near the front - you'd worked your way up from the back and now you knew the routines well enough you were comfortable being front of the pack.

Ryan squeezed you hip to get your attention after you put your water bottle on the floor, "Oh my god, look! A newbie...and a hot one at that." His hazel eyes were blown wide into saucers as you looked from him with a laugh towards the door.

All laughter ceased as you stared at the man who had just entered the class, looking slightly embarrassed as he closed the door quietly behind him. You were in awe; he was the most gorgeous man you'd ever laid your eyes on. Full chestnut brown curls framed his tanned face, full, pink, plump lips that rubbed together to make them glisten and bright peridot eyes that were suddenly staring right back at you.

You gulped at the intensity behind his gaze, having not expected them to trail slowly down from your face all the way to your trainer-clad toes before lazily going back up to meet your eyes. Heat erupted in your body like a firework; it had been a long time since anyone had looked at you with such clear attraction and you weren't sure how to deal with it. Turning around swiftly to face Ryan again he was clearly trying to hold in a laugh as Cadie spoke softly so only the few of you could hear her, "He totally just eye-fucked you Y/N!"

"Shut up!" You muttered, trying to suppress the grin forming on your lips as you knew she was right - even you couldn't deny the clear lust forming in his emerald irises as he looked you up and down, and you prided yourself on being humble, always unsure when someone was interested, but this was as blatant as the stars on a clear night sky.

Luckily before your friends could tease you any further, Emily had started the music for your warm-up. You had to admit you were very glad you'd worn your tightest pair of gym leggings, as right now, the unnamed god at the back of the room had a direct eye-line of your ass. Sneaking a glance in the mirrors that lined the front of the room, your heart did a somersault as you caught him already looking at your reflection with a small smirk playing at the edge of his plush lips.

A blush highlighted your cheekbones at having been caught. Shaking your head lightly you decided the best way to get through this was focusing on the workout and trying to ignore the enticing man behind you.

But of course, that didn't go to plan at all.

You couldn't help but glance back through the hour long class to have an internal giggle at watching the mystery mans attempts at moving his long limbs in time with the short routines Emily was demonstrating. As she did most weeks, there was a lot of jumping and grinding and even though the movements were mostly simple, watching him figure them out was partially amusing but also somehow partially...sexy?

Watching him roll his hips and to see his toned thighs and slight bulge nestled between them pulsing against the thin material of his running shorts made your abdomen tighten in desire. Every now and then the loose white top he wore would fly up to reveal the tanned skin of his hips and tummy which was inked by black laurels that joined the multitude of black tattoos exposed on his arms. He was positively mouth-watering. The combination of his flyaway hair and the sweat that was pooling on his brow and in between the space where his collarbones lay instantly made you think that's how he must look after sex.

The dirtiness of your thoughts surprised you as you fumbled a move before trying to maintain your concentration, he was a stranger and yet here you were picturing him naked above you as you fucked.

You carried on admiring him as subtly as possible, while keeping up with the music, the sweat creating a light glowing sheen on your body. As much as you tried to keep your eyes forward, the constant feeling of eyes burning into your back was very hard to ignore. It seemed that as much as you were ogling him, he was doing the exact same thing behind you. Unable to keep his eyes from gazing at your bum (which was killing him in those tight leggings) or from resting on your face which was smiling and sexy as you danced in the mirror, it was safe to say he was definitely getting riled up in the best way.

But little did he know you were feeling the exact same way. It was as if there was an electricity in the room that had never been there before, a newfound awareness of your every move and feeling coursing through your body. Whoever this guy was, he was certainly making you feel some things no other man had with purely just his sultry gaze and impressive demeanour.

This was one of the first times you wanted the class to end as soon as possible to see if the man would say anything to you, or to maybe try and 'accidentally' bump into him in some way. You argued with yourself internally; part of you wanted to be very unsubtle and just make your move, but the other part of you was scared of being too overconfident and getting rejected.

Before you knew it the class was coming to a close as you all began to stretch out on the yoga matts. Standing up you had your legs in a wide stance, ready to lean down and press your hands into the ground. Once your head was hanging between your legs you had a perfect view of the gorgeous man behind you, and since the back of his head was towards you, you felt no shame in gazing at him. That was until he had lifted his head and was staring right back at you, a playful smirk on his rosy lips at having caught you. A hushed gasp left your lips, eyes wide as saucers, you couldn't seem to pull your gaze from his and was glad you didn't as he dropped one eyelid in a cheeky wink which made your heart clench and your breath catch in your throat.

You sprang up quickly from the stretch, feeling completely frazzled at what had just happened, making sure not to look back in the mirror for the few remaining minutes to try and play it a bit more cool than you had just done.

Your thoughts felt far-away and all consumed by the arousal that was now coursing through your body as you finished stretching, the class erupting in claps at completing the workout and as a thank you and praise to Emily, who as always, did a spectacular job. Collecting your bits from the floor you couldn't help but indulge in the thoughts of how this unknown man would feel as he thrusted deep inside you, your hands gripped in his long curls as he panted out your name -

"You okay, Y/N? You look a bit flustered?" Ryans question broke you out of your daydream and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks, which did not help the growing smug smile on his face which made it very clear that he knew exactly why you were looking a big unhinged.

"Uh, yeah I'm fine...just need to drink some water or something..." you trailed off, smoothing your ponytail down nervously and wiping the sweat from your brow.

"Girl, I can see straight through you, don't think I didn't miss the pure sex radiating from you both...I wouldn't blame you if you went and had a quickie in the toilet or something."

"Ryan!" You spluttered, shocked by his honesty and from the way your core clenched at the thought of that actually happening.

"Please...do it for all our sakes," Briony muttered, fanning herself jokingly from how hot he was, as the rest of the group joined you and Ryan.

"I hate you all," your gaze slid up to the sky, shaking your head at your friends comments, before coughing out a light laugh at their childish giggles.

"Right, I'm going to fill my water up, see you all next week?" Once the laughter had died down you bid goodbye to your pals.

"Of course, can't wait to hear about the goss from your sexy gym romp!" Said Jules before smacking you lightly on the bum as you walked past her.

With wide eyes you scanned the room to make sure the mystery man wasn't anywhere near in fear he might've overheard. To your relief he was gathering his things at the other end of the room.

Leaving the studio you were welcomed by the chilly air-conditioned air outside in the gym, feeling desperate for something to cool your burning skin.

You wandered over to the water fountain, uncapping your bottle before starting to fill it up. It didn't take long for your thoughts to go back to the nameless man and how pretty his curls would look if they were nestled between your thighs as he licked -

"Um, think your bottles full now, love."

You jumped in surprise at the deep, husky voice that penetrated your ears from behind you. Looking down, you realised you'd been so consumed by your fantasy that the bottle was indeed full and the water just carried on spilling out of the bottle into the silver basin.

"Shit, sorry, I..." words failed you as you turned around only to be face to face with the man you'd just been picturing eating you out, "Oh! Um, hi..." you managed to form some sort of greeting, praying the crimson colour of your face would die down as soon as possible.

"Hello," he snickered at the way you fumbled over your words, "'m Harry."

"Harry," you breathed out, "Y/N." You raised your empty hand in a half-hearted wave, suddenly completely forgetting how to act in a social situation.

"How'd you find the class?" He was peering at you with bright emerald eyes, the lust you'd seen in them earlier still present.

"Oh, yeah I loved it, I come every..." you trailed off as you suddenly realised this was your chance to get what you wanted, and with your friends sentiments in mind you threw all caution to the wind and spoke, "I, um...look I'm not usually this forward but you've been eye fucking me this whole morning and um, well...meet me by the toilets in five minutes, third bathroom from the right."

You walked off so quickly you only managed a to catch a quick glance of Harry's pink parted lips before you were speeding away towards the toilets downstairs.

Once you reached the individual bathrooms, thankful the gym didn't have separate bathrooms for men and women, you threw open the door of the third one and locked it behind you, slamming your back against the now closed door.

What the fuck am I doing? You thought, he's not gonna come in a million years and I've just completely humiliated myself-

Your spiralling thoughts were cut short by a few quick taps on the door. Heart pounding in your ears you slowly opened the door to reveal Harry.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know-" your sentence was cut off as he slammed his lips to yours, locking the door behind him and quickly slipping his soft tongue into your mouth that was parted in surprise.

Quickly realising what was happening you finally reacted by wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers coming up to grip in his silky curls, pulling him even closer as you kissed back with equally as much force, holy fuck this was really happening.

He hummed in response to your eagerness, folding his long, tattooed arms tight around your body, before quickly moving his hands to rest on the swell of your ass, the curve of your hip, the soft angle of your neck. Your senses were in complete overdrive as he flipped you around to push you against the door; he smelt like musky flowers and sweat, his lips tasted like mint as they sucked and moved roughly against your own. The feeling of his toned body pushed up against yours was positively heavenly, the impact of his hard bulge as he rolled his hips to meet yours had a gasped moan leaving your lips.

"Fuck you're killing me, Y/N."

You whimpered at his words as he began to leave open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck and the arc of your breasts that were available to him from your gym top and sports bra. Harry's slim fingers then began to move to where you wanted him most, fiddling with the waistband of your gym leggings causing your head to roll back against the door, mouth opened in a silent moan - he'd hardly touched you and you were already a mess.

"Soon as I saw these pants I wanted them off," Harry mused against your ear, his hot breath sending an obvious shiver through your body.

"Please Harry," you managed to pant out two simple words, hoping he'd stop his teasing and just fuck you already.

The soft pad of his fingers gripped your chin to make you look at him, "Tell me what you want Y/N."

You sighed and shifted your hips to try and get his hand to slip down to your aching heat, but he caught you and pinned your hip to the wall with the hand that was holding your chin, "Gotta tell me darling." The dominance that was coming off him in waves made your toes curls in your trainers.

"Want you to fuck me Harry," your voice was hardly audible, slightly embarrassed at having to admit that out loud, where had the overly confident you from earlier gone and why couldn't she come back?

"What was that?"

You gulped at the intensity of his gaze, pure lust being the only emotion there, before finding your voice, "I said I want you to fuck me Harry."

A ragged groan left his wet lips as he finally moved his hand down to pull your tight leggings down, over your hips which instantly bucked up towards him. Harrys soft finger ran over your panties, right over where you wanted, no needed him, "So wet for me, God you're so hot Y/N, fucking hell."

And without giving you a single chance to react he was hooking your panties in his long fingers and sliding them down to the join your leggings before gently circling your soaking clit, eliciting a deep moan from you.

After a few more teasing movements of his fingers you were getting impatient, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You ran your hand up his tanned thigh, revealing in the way his breath caught in his throat and his own movements faltered slightly, before gradually moving up to ghost over the now prominent tent in his black running shorts. Just as he had with you, you swirled around at the waistband, fingers teasingly slipping under every now and then before suddenly pushing them down, along with his underwear, and taking his rock hard erection in your soft hands.

Harry hissed at the contact, now deciding he wanted to get his own back, so with no warning thrust a finger deep inside your heat. You moaned loudly at the feeling.

"Shh gorgeous, don't wanna be caught now do we?"

You mutely shook your head as he leant down to connect his lips with yours once again, continually pumping his digit in and out of you as you repeated the same movements up and down his shaft. With a deep groan that you felt reverberate from Harry's chest, his hand left your entrance and you mewled disappointedly at the loss of contact.

You watched him as he reached down to grab his wallet from his fallen shorts, plucking out a silver foil package, ripping it open with his teeth before going to slide the rubber over his throbbing dick. Before he could get there though, you grabbed it out of his hands and crouched down so you were face to face with his cock. With a tiny kitten lick, you hummed lowly at the taste of the precum you'd just taken in, before looking up at him to see Harry already looking down at you completely wrecked by your actions and how the level of desire coursing through his body was otherworldly.

You slipped the rubber on and as soon as you stood up, Harry was lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist and easily sliding into you with one smooth motion, his lips crashing onto yours absorbing the moan of his name that escaped your lips.

Harry used the door to support you, pushing you back against it so tightly that no space was left between your thrumming bodies. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you was exquisite; he was somehow managing to hit a spot so very deep inside of you each time his hips met your own, and that combined with how horny you'd already been feeling, had your orgasm building in your lower stomach all to quickly.

"Harry, you're gonna make me cum," you hardly recognised your own voice, surprised at how husky and lustful it sounded.

"Fuck." you had a feeling Harry was close too from the way he drilled into you ever harder than before, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tucked into his mouth in concentration.

"Shit Harry you feel so good," your eyes squeezed shut in utter pleasure, no man had made you feel so completely satisfied in the way Harry currently was.

"That's it baby, come for me, come over my dick."

His words worked a treat, as with a few more deep thrusts and panted moans of affection in your ear, you felt your orgasm crashing around you with such a force you saw stars. Harry continued to complete some sloppier thrusts into you as you gripped onto him with dear life, clenching around him and muttering encouragements into his ear, his sweaty hair tickling your cheek. And with a soft cry of your name he was following suit and coming hard, his head leaning down onto your shoulder.

Pants filled the air as you both came back down from your highs. Harry raised his head to look at you; his green eyes hazy and lips curled up in a soft lazy smile, chestnut strands sticking up all over the place from your grip.

You giggled softly, as you untangled yourself from him and began to slip your underwear and pants back on, Harry doing the same.

And then it suddenly felt awkward, the prospect of what you'd just done and now the subsequent departure hung in the air between you both.

"I -"

"Could -"

You both laughed in embarrassment at both having tried to speak at the same time, "You go," you gestured to Harry with a gentle smile and shy eyes.

"Um, I know this is a bit backwards after um, what just happened," he fiddled nervously with the multitude of rings that adorned his fingers which you hadn't noticed before, "but could I possibly take you out for dinner some time?"

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, completely not expecting him to ask you on a date, as you weren't sure you'd given him the best first impression of yourself by offering sex to a complete stranger. Regardless, from the way he was bashfully awaiting an answer which was in such a contrast to the far from innocent act that had just transpired between you both, and the way butterflies were dancing in your stomach, there was only one obvious answer.

"Yes, I'd love too Harry."

oof that was a lil steamyyyy

funny story about this one lol I've been doing at home YouTube workouts and this one channel called EMK Fitness does these sick HIIT Hop routines and thats what gave me the inspiration lmao but defo go check her out they are SO good

anyway hope you all enjoyed!

kait xxx