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running-with-kn1ves · 8 months ago

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Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out.

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache.

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own.

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out.

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you.

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse.

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do.

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.”

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath.

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back.

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble.

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love.

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.”

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.”

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin.

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight.

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.”

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.”

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades.

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.”

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing.

Antoine shook your shoulders.

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh.

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers.

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back.

“O-okay.. I guess..”

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best?

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh.

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks.

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides.

“Yeah… feels a lot better..”

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual.

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of.

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished.

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.”

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again.

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client.

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while.

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did.

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--”

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!”

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though.

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door.

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out?

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere.

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got.

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear.

No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally?

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower.

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you.

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mommynott · 1 month ago

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Training Tease

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: You head over to a new gym, finding yourself slowly losing control with one of the trainers The start of trainer!theo

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Modern AU, trainer!theo, tension, build up, flirting, mind games, dirty thoughts, Theo wanting to rail you on the fucking squat rack

The gym is buzzing with the usual hum of clanking weights and the faint music overhead, but something…or rather, someone…catches Theo’s eye. He’d been used to the same faces, the same routines, but today? There’s a new presence…something that stands out.

You.

You’re stretching at the far end of the gym and damn. Every move you make is like an invitation for Theodore. The way your body flows…Fluid and flexible, sends a jolt of electricity through Theo. Your juicy, perfectly sculpted ass is the first thing his eyes lock onto. The tight leggings you’re wearing cling to every curve perfectly.

But you? You were lost in the music that blurred through your headphones. Getting ready for the pump of the workout to come as you warmed up. Staring at your reflection in the mirror while you finished up your stretch. Theo on the other hand, was watching you, checking you out from head to toe. The way your top slightly lifts, showing the arch of your back. His hungry eyes follow the line of your spine all the way down to your thick thighs.

Taking you all In.

Leaning against the edge of the dumbbell rack, Theodore casually watched as you strode over to the squat rack. His arms crossed over his chest while his muscles flexed with ease. The way your body moved up and down, that sculpted to the gods fucking ass perking with each effortless rep. Fuck, you’re insanely sexy.

For a moment, Theo forgot about his training schedule. His mind is fixed on you, taking in every fucking detail. You’re focused, lost in your own rhythm. Completely unaware of the way he can’t keep his darkened eyes off of you. Finally, he pushes himself off of the rack, stalking over to where you’re working out. You feel the weight of Theodore’s stare, it’s both enticing and lingering but you don’t break your pace. Noticing the trainer, his muscles, his aura.

You glance up for the first time, your gaze meeting Theo’s in the mirror. There’s a brief pause and Theo can’t help but smirk. It’s a challenge for him, a silent invitation. But he's well aware of this from the way you carry yourself. He leans in just enough, his voice low and teasing. “Need a spot?” The rough Italian accent could have melted you into a puddle.

You don’t answer right away, building up the anticipation but your lips twitch like you’re deciding how much to play along. Damn, he’s pretty fucking hot. “I think I’ve got it covered.” you finally murmur, playing hard to get before continuing with your squatting. Theo’s tongue glided on the inside of his cheek. Liking the challenge already.

That’s the thing with you, You’re confident, self-assured. You don’t need help. But fuck. I’d let this guy help me. In more ways than just working out. Theo simply nodded his head, stepping back as he let his gaze linger on the curve of your ass while he let out a low chuckle. Admiring you yet having a taunting and challenging look in his eyes.

“Oh…I’m sure you do…but, I see you’re not as in control as you think.”

You don’t flinch. Instead, you just keep going with your steady movements, trying to keep that confident aura that you always lived up to. But your body was reacting to the attractive man behind you. Little did you know…You weren’t just working out anymore…you were about to play with fucking fire.

“Is that so?” you reply through a little huff as you mount the squat rack. Crossing your arms over your chest, that bratty gaze of yours locking up with Theo’s. It has an edge to it, almost telling on yourself from it. Showing how much you were enjoying this banter already.

He takes a step closer to you, feeling the tension charging between you both. “Yeah…You are pretty damn strong. I can see that…” Theo places his hands on either side of you onto the metal bar, his sly smirk only growing at you through the mirror. “…But…there’s more to strength than just muscle. There’s also control…and right now?”

His breath was hot against the side of your neck, turning your head ever so slightly to finally meet up with his gaze. Blue. Ocean blue. Fuck me. You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. He’s not breaking me…yet. “I think you’re fighting it…” he finally replied, clicking his tongue against his teeth, the European accent dripping from his lips.

Your breath catches ever so slightly, shifting your weight to one leg as you reach down for your water bottle. Popping it open as you took a quick sip. Theo fixated on the way your lips wrapped around the top, thinking of the way those lush fucking lips would look wrapped around his cock— “What even makes you think I’m fighting it?” Scoffing out but in a teasing manner, Theo nodded his head down at you.

“Your posture. The way you fight against the weight instead of controlling it…here, I can help.” Theodore knew exactly what he was doing. You were falling into his trap with ease. For a moment you debate on it before finally shaking your head. “What? You think you can help control me?” You worded it this way purposefully, seeing how he’d react. Letting another soft scoff out. But the brattiness was only turning him on more, pulling Theo in.

“Oh, I know I can-“

He began as he took a step back, checking you out fully and making it clear. Theo had a way of showing his intentions without even saying a word. “-I saw the way you move... And I know exactly how to push you to your limits…Trainer and all.”

Motioning to himself, this was gym talk but fuck, you knew there was more to it. There had to be and You weren’t backing down. You fucking wanted this, and Theo was ready to give you more than just one on one training sessions.

“Prove it.” You dare him, a smirk of your own forming on your face. Without missing a beat, Theo reaches down for your hands, placing them back on the bar as his own veiny strong hands grip over yours.

Just the touch of skin. That little connection between you two sends a shiver down your spine. Theo feels it, that slight shudder, the way your pulse quickens under his fingertips. But You don’t pull away. You let it happen.

Eyeing down the weight to make sure it wasn’t too much, his stare met with yours in the reflection once more. “I’ll prove it.” His voice coming out almost growl-like just as he dropped his hands from yours, prepping to spot you. Theodore was so close to you that you could practically feel his body heat radiating onto yours. Who the fuck was this trainer?

You inhale, steadying your grip on the bar, but there was something in your eyes now—something soft behind that fierce confidence you always held. You knew what he was offering, something more than just a simple workout, and you were very fucking tempted. “Let’s see if you really can control me, muscles.”

You teased the little nickname, Theo was eating up this little game you both were now playing. Fucking savoring it like a sweet treat. “Oh you’re going to regret that, ragazza…I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” His tone came out darker, more eager than before. But fuck, you were loving the attention he was giving you. The banter you both were in on now.

“-You ready?”

With a simple nod of your head, you began your first squat, feeling his firm hands drop to the sides of your waist. Your lips slightly parted as your eyes flickered to Theo’s in the mirror. He guided you back into a standing position. The heat between you both only rising.

Of course, it’s physical but it has a raw energy to it. Making your chest tighten. “Tight…keep your core tight…” Whispering lowly, his rugged accent was making you sweat more than just the workout….Feeling a slight dampness spread in your panties.

“—Mhhhhm” Managing to mumble out you go into your next squat, listening to what Theo had said, but fuck. You just pictured him on top of you, saying something else was tight. Your mind became fuzzy with the dirtiest thoughts of a man you had just met. He stays quiet, watching you. Your body. Almost as if he was taking a mental photo of every single inch of you.

You sink back down into your squat. Your body flexes, you want to show off for Theo…and he was fucking mesmerized by the way you moved. You’re still pushing yourself of course. But now? Now you’ve given him permission to see the effort, to see the control you’re letting slip…slowly but surely. This was the control Theo really wanted to see. How easy you’d let go for him. A test. If he could break you this easily here then anything else would be a piece of cake.

“Is this good?”

Breathing out, you mount the squat rack before turning around to look up at Theodore. The way he’s towering over your small frame. Your hands reach up to your ponytail, tightening it through the soft pants that escaped your lips. But fuck did Theo want to see you pant for him in other aspects. “Very…Very good.” The words came out a bit more bold and flirtatious this time.

Your heart pounding against your heaving chest, and not just from the damn squats. A small and cute smile tugging on your lips. “You sure know how to make a girl work.” Turning up the playfulness, you giggled. Theo finding this and you all too adorable but…also knowing he had you right in the palm of his hand.

“Trust me…This is just the beginning.”

And it was. This was the start of something new. Something exhilarating. Something that would have you both addicted. Wanting more. Craving more. You were in for a wild ride ahead, little did you know what would come next…

TRAINER FUCKING THEOOOOOOO

I hope my sexy smut sluts liked this one because just wait..👀

Requests and asks are open sweet peas💋

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