a/n. ew this is celery (idk why i wrote this, enjoy my cringiness for claggor)
Zaun was always a city of noise, of heat, and of endless motion. It was a place where the streets hummed with the clanging of machines, the echo of heavy boots, and the constant pulse of life. But in the midst of it all, you always found peace in Claggor's company.
You and Claggor had always been close, but over time, the bond between you grew into something more. He was a big guy, towering over most people with broad shoulders and arms that were built for lifting heavy things. But despite his rough appearance, you had always known there was more to him. There was a softness to his heart, a tenderness in the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching.
The way he’d chuckle softly at your jokes, the way he’d make sure you were always safe. You admired his quiet strength, the way he moved through the world with purpose. You could always rely on him, whether it was to help you carry something or to keep you safe when the world felt too overwhelming.
One day, you were hanging out in the corner of a rundown tavern, sipping a cup of warm cider to combat the chill of Zaun's weather. The others were nearby: Jinx, Vi, and the rest of the crew. However, you found yourself drawn to Claggor’s presence. He was leaning against a pillar, looking out over the others, but his eyes were always coming back to you, just to make sure you were alright.
You were tiny compared to him, a little more delicate than most, but you had never let it stop you. You often joked about how the rest of the crew treated you like their little sibling, but Claggor’s attention was always different. He treated you like you were something to be cared for. And you never minded it.
"Hey, what's up?" Claggor asked, walking over to you with that characteristic smile on his face.
You tilted your head back, catching the glint of amusement in his eyes. "Nothing much. Just thinking." You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink.
Claggor raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his massive frame towering over you. "Thinking, huh?" He crouched down to your level, his eyes softening as they met yours. “About what?”
You sighed, looking up at him with a smirk. “How you’re so huge, Claggor. I don’t even know how you can fit in places sometimes."
His laugh came out low and rumbling, the sound somehow making you feel warm inside. "You’re the one who needs to watch out, not me. I’m a lot bigger than I look."
That was true. His arms were thick with muscle, and the biceps that you’d once admired now seemed to pulse with strength as he flexed them playfully. The sight made something inside of you stir. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way he carried himself. His physical strength, his imposing size, it was all so gentle with you.
Before you could think too much about it, Claggor’s large hand reached out, curling around your waist as he effortlessly lifted you off your feet with a single arm. The move was so natural, so fluid, that it took you by surprise, and you found yourself gasping a little. "Wha—Claggor!" You laughed, trying to keep yourself steady, your hands resting lightly on his forearm.
His grin widened, and he held you even closer, pulling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing. “Told you, you need to watch out for me. You’re so tiny, it’s like picking up a feather.”
You were surprised by how easily he could lift you, his big arms cradling your body like you were nothing. It felt both safe and dizzying, his touch so secure but also sending a rush of warmth through your body. He smelled like sweat, metal, and the faintest hint of something musky.
"You’re so strong," you whispered, unable to help yourself as you gazed up at him. His muscles flexed beneath your hands, and your heart skipped a beat.
Claggor’s face softened as he looked down at you, his eyes flickering with something deeper than his usual teasing. “I’m strong because I have to be," he said, his voice quieter now. "But with you... I don’t need to show off. You make me want to be gentler."
You felt your heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his voice pulling you in. You leaned in slightly, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. His grip on you tightened, pulling you closer still.
"Youre such a softie, Claggor," you whispered, your voice soft, barely above a breath. "Like a cuddly teddy bear."
Claggor's grin widened, and he let out a soft laugh. "Guess that makes you my favorite person to spoil," he said, his tone full of warmth. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "You’ve got a way of making me feel like I can be soft and still be enough."
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh. There was something so comforting in his presence, in the way he held you. In his arms, you felt small, sure, but you also felt like the most important person in the world to him.
"Claggor," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”
His gaze softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The connection was so tender, so full of quiet affection, that you almost didn’t want it to end. But when it did, Claggor pulled back just slightly, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
“I don’t have to try too hard, do I?” he teased, his voice low, warm, and full of affection.
“No,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “You never have to try too hard.”
His gaze darkened just a little, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer again. This kiss was deeper, slower, and it left you breathless. You couldn’t help but melt into it, feeling his strong arms around you, his body pressing you close in a way that made you feel safe and cared for.
When he pulled back, he smiled at you again, a soft, loving smile that melted your heart. “I’ll always be here, y’know. To keep you safe, to make you feel special.”
You smiled up at him, your heart racing. “Of course, Claggor. I know.”
And in that moment, you didn’t need anything more than the quiet certainty that he would always be by your side, his strength and tenderness a perfect balance for your own quieter nature. In his arms, you had everything you needed. His love, his strong arms and most importantly his wonderful big heart.
"what a nerd lol" I say with barely controlled lust
Hear me out claggor fic writers...
Claggor x reader where reader is a close friend of Claggor at the academy. You don't usually see each other because you have different majors but at the time of the innovators competition, you finally got to see him again and Claggor was too eager to show you the bits and pieces of his project. Meanwhile, Claggor doesn't have a clue you have a huge crush on him.
No smut, just hopeless yearning (and maybe teasing)
I had an idea for claggor with a reader who is basically Gordon Ramsey. LMAO, I mean, she's like a 5 star michelin chef/baker type. She can make delicious meals out of scratch and cheap ingredients (maybe she works with Jericho, and that's how they met ???👀) your claggor work is so amazing. I'd love to see what you do with this!!
arcane imagines- claggor
my personal chef
[arcane] [main page]
prompt: Claggor is helping you set up yours and Jericho’s new restaurant
“Clag, help!” You grit through your teeth as you were on a ladder, trying to hold up a heavy box that was slipping off of the shelf. “Babe!” You cry, his head pops up from underneath the counter as he was currently trying to fix an electrical problem. But seeing you in distress he automatically rushes to your side.
“I told you to wait, [Name].” He frowns, holding the box so you can climb back down. He steps up, pushing the box back up. “I got impatient.” You sheepishly look away from him. He places his hands on his hips, towering over you. “Well, listen to me next time please.” He sighs, giving you a disappointed look to which you smile. “Sorry, babe.” You stand on your tiptoes and peck his lips.
“Mhm, you’re going to not listen to me again so your sorry means nothing to me.” He heads back over to the counter, getting back to what he was doing. “Mm, you’re right.” You nod your head, eyeing that box with a hateful glare.
The two of you were fixing up an old shop and turning it into a small restaurant. You used to work for Jericho and he’s branching his own business out. Since he trusts you he decided to make you a co-owner for this place.
And here you are. You truly enjoyed working and cooking for Jericho. He practically took you under his wing. He showed you everything you knew. Then you learned your own tricks. Making food exciting and fun. You love it and so you took pride in now working for yourself and co-owning a place like this with Jericho.
“You hungry?” You hum out to your boyfriend. Going to your walk-in fridge that barely had anything in it yet. “If you’re cooking.” Claggor responds, not looking over to you. “Well, it’s definitely not going to be you who’s cooking. You’ve burnt bread before.” You tease him as you pull out multiple ingredients. “Plus I want to make a few things off of the new menu, get your opinion.” You tell him.
“First off, rude. You distracted me. Second, I’d love to share my opinion.” He points a finger at you, looking back to the cords that stuck out. He was trying to figure out how to place them back in the wall or tape them up so it wasn’t such a fire-hazard. “You’re obsessed with me, not my fault. And I knew you would. I love cooking for you.” You sing as you prep out the food along with the oven and stove.
“You’re my girlfriend, of course I’m obsessed with you.” He rolls his eyes, muttering a small yes under his breath when he finally deciphers how to place the stupid bunch of wires.
“Mm, if you say so.” You chuckle, beginning to chop up the vegetables on a small cutting board. “I’m missing a few things so if these don’t turn out good it’s not my fault.” You notified him, you were slightly disappointed because you wanted him to truly know the things that are going on the menu.
“It’s okay, hun. I’ll probably still like it.” He stands up, walking up behind you, admiring you in your element. He loved watching you cook or bake. The focused expression that adorned your face, how natural it all looked on you. It made him happy that you had something so dear to you that’s also your career.
“I feel your eyes burning me.” You comment, peering at him through your peripheral vision. He grins. “Sorry.” He snakes his hands onto your hips. Kissing the back of your head. You leaned back into him while still cutting up the food. The two of you didn’t hear the front door open, a large man entering and checking everything out. He sits on the counter stool, smacking the counter. “Ahem, I’d like to order!” His voice booms, startling the both of you.
“Jericho!” The two of you announce and you laugh. “Too bad, old man. We ain’t open yet.” You “inform” him and he snickers. “No exception for the elderly?”
“We hate the elderly.” You joke and he gasps, clutching his chest. “Wow. What a ruthless one you are. I’m starting to question my decision.” He says, causing the three of you to laugh. “I’m actually making some food off the new menu if you want to try it when I’m done?” You offer, showing off the cutting board behind you.
He waves his hand. “No need, I just wanted to check in. Seems like everything is on track for opening day.” He sits proudly, and you nod your head. “Alrighty, it was nice seeing you!” You come out from the counter and pull him into an embrace. “You as well, little one.” He gruffs. “Can’t believe how grown you two are.” He breathes out, feeling sentimental at the sight of the two of you. He had been feeding Vander’s kids for years and you, he hired you at the young age of 13 since he was friends with your mother. You wanted a job to help out at home and he figured it couldn’t hurt to put you to work. Your mom hesitantly agreed to it and ever since the two of you have been as thick as thieves.
It then led you to meet Claggor. The love of your life. He got to watch your whole love story unfold.
“Crazy, I remember when [Named] gushed and fawned over you at 16 and now the two of you are practically married.” He dramatically says, purposely messing with you. You hit his arm with knitted eyebrows. “It was lovely seeing you, Jer. Don’t you think it’s time to go now?” You look down at you watch that graced your wrist and he cackles, hitting your back with such force.
“Alright, alright. See the two of you later.” He smiles, looking over to Claggor who waves goodbye. “Nice seeing you, Jericho.”
“You as well.” He huffs as he’s getting shoved out by you. “Get out of here.” You spat, slamming the door behind him, locking it as well. You huff, crossing your arms. Claggor smirks at you from behind the counter. Raising a brow your way to which you flip him off. “Don’t even.” You warn him, heading back over to the food.
He puts his hands up in defense. “Wasn’t even going to say anything.” He denies it and you scoff. Not believing him. “I mean, you gushed over me at 16… who would want to talk about that.” He jokes and you let out a loud groan. “Shut up or you’re not eating my food!” You threaten.
“Anything but that, your food is like a piece of heaven I don’t think I could live without.” He clasps his hands together, pretending to plead with your empty threat. You press your lips together trying not to smile.
Claggor sits at one of the booths you had cleaned off for the both of you. He gently taps on the table as he waits for you like he was told to. You wanted to serve him the food the correct way. On a tray and everything as you come out. “I took a small bite, definitely not how it’s supposed to be but I think you’ll still enjoy it.” You tell him as you place the plates on the table. He gawks at how delicious everything looks.
“Sure.” He tucks a napkin on the collar of his shirt. His mouth watering just by the sight of your food. You were always anxious about the things you cook or bake. Never having the right ingredients because honestly you couldn’t afford them. Nevertheless it always turns out amazing so Claggor never understood your fear.
You plop on the booth across from him. Your gaze observing him as he takes his first bite. You gnaw on your bottom lip, nervous. He lets out a loud moan, adding emphasis on it. Sort of exaggerating his reaction but not really.
“[Name], you’ve done it again. You literally can’t leave me.” He grabs your hand, looking sincerely in your eyes and your face heats up. “I don’t plan on leaving you but good to know I can’t specifically because of my cooking skills.” You playfully roll your eyes, digging into the food as well.
“You know that’s not the only reason… just the main one.” He takes another bite while squeezing your hand. “You’re stupid, Claggor.” You take your hand to your side as he makes kissy lips your way.
Claggor was never shy about his affection towards you, even when surrounded by the crew. You were used to his small gestures of love, a hand resting on the small of your back, a quick kiss pressed to your temple, or his arm draped casually over your shoulders. But today, he seemed bolder than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up your neck as his hand reached for yours, tugging you closer.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice low. The others were lounging around in the hideout, deep in their conversation about their next scheme, but Claggor was entirely focused on you. Before you could process his intentions, he gently guided you to sit on his lap, his strong hands steadying you as he pulled you into place on his thigh.
You gave him a playful glare, glancing nervously at the others. “Claggor, they’re going to see.”
He shrugged, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Let ‘em,” he said simply, his fingers resting lightly on your upper thigh. “I’m comfortable. You?”
Despite your hesitation, you settled into him, leaning back slightly against his chest. His free hand found its way to your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. His warmth was comforting, and you could feel the scent of grime and metal on his skin as it mingled faintly with the perfume you’d dabbed on your wrists earlier.
“Smells like you’ve been busy again,” he remarked, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.
You smiled, tilting your head slightly to give him a better view of the small glass vial tucked in the pocket of your apron. “I’ve been experimenting with lavender and citrus this time. Thought I’d make something light and fresh.”
Claggor chuckled, his voice rumbling pleasantly against your back. “Fresh, huh? Always smell good to me, sweet thing.”
His lips brushed the back of your shoulder, soft and lingering, and you felt your breath hitch. It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but something about his actions today left you flustered. His hand tightened slightly on your hip, pulling you closer against him as he buried his nose into the curve of your neck.
“This smell is driving me crazy, y'know that?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge.
Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “Do I? Seems like you’re the one causing all the trouble right now.”
Claggor chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke. “Not my fault, you smell so damn good. I can’t help it.”
You could feel the heat rising to your face, and you playfully swatted at his hand resting on your thigh. “Claggor, they’re right there.”
“They’re not paying attention,” he said with a shrug, though his grin betrayed just how much he enjoyed riling you up. “And if they are, let ‘em be jealous.”
Despite your protests, you found yourself melting against him, comforted by his steady presence. His hand slid just slightly higher on your thigh, his fingers warm against your skin. It wasn’t scandalous, not really, but there was something about the possessive way he held you that made your heart race.
“You should bottle this,” he said suddenly, breaking the moment with a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Bottle what?” you asked, turning your head slightly to catch his gaze.
“The way you smell,” he replied, his grin softening into something sweeter. “I’d carry it around with me everywhere. Not that I’d ever need to. You’re always here.”
The sincerity in his words took you by surprise, and you felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the way his hands rested on you. You turned slightly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. Claggor leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tender. It wasn’t demanding though. Just a sweet, lingering kiss that left you breathless.
The others finally seemed to take notice, with one of them clearing their throat loudly. “Oi, lovebirds! Save it for later,” Vi teased, though the amusement in her voice was clear.
You quickly pulled away, embarrassed, but Claggor just laughed, keeping his arm firmly around your waist. “Don’t mind us,” he called back, entirely unbothered by the interruption.
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you leaned back against him. Despite the teasing and the audience, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. And as Claggor pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder, you knew he felt the same.
Reposting because I'm a dumdum. I didn't realize that my fic wouldn't be showing up in the tags if I just reblogged it with my art post from my main blog.
Art above and fic below made by me, loosely inspired by @claggorluvrgurl's post. I hope you guys like it!
Claggor x you
The sun was setting over the grand building of the academy at Piltover. You were standing outside your dorm, a book clutched in your hands, waiting for your friend to meet you. The quiet hustle of students filled the air as you absentmindedly skimmed through a few pages.
Then, you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up to find Claggor standing before you, and you notice something strange about him. His usual smirk was absent, and his eyes held an uncertain, almost nervous gleam.
"Hey..." He said, his voice gruff but somehow tender in this moment.
"Claggor? What are you doing here?" You blinked, a bit surprised to see him outside of his usual haunt - his workshop or The Last Drop.
He shifted slightly on his feet before pulling something from behind his back. It was a small, potted plant. The soil inside was dark and rich, and the plant itself had delicate green leaves, with small golden flowers that just started to bloom. It looked fragile yet full of promise.
Your confusion must have shown on your face because Claggor cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh... I got you something." He muttered, stepping forward and holding out the pot to you.
Your eyebrows furrowed even more, unsure how to respond as you held the pot on one hand, the other still clasping on your book. "A... potted flower? What for?" You asked, studying the golden buds with a curious tilt of your head.
Claggor stepped a little closer, his gaze on the plant rather than you, as if it was easier to focus on it than his emotions that seemed to hang in the air. "Bouquets are nice, sure, but... they don't last, do they?" He began, his voice more gentler now, as if carefully choosing his words. "I don't want to give you something that fades... I don't want to be like that."
Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his words. You're used to him being quite timid, but there was something different about him today that you could tell that this wasn't going to be a casual conversation between the two of you.
"This," he continued, voice low but steady, "this is different. A potted plant... it keeps growing. You can take care of it, watch it change, help it become something more." He paused for a moment, a brief, self-conscious glance flicking up at you. He almost looked at you straight in the eyes, but he couldn't do it. Not yet. "Like... like how I want us to be."
There was a long pause and you noticed him swallowing hard. Your heart fluttering in your chest as you anticipate his next words, and then he finally looked up at you. "I... I like you." He breathed. "... and I want us to be something more."
Claggor being in love with benzos adoptive daughter since they were young and always having cute little moments when they'd sneak out to the rooftops to look at the moon and stars and just talk.
He's always awkward around her and stuttering not being able to keep his composure even into adulthood he's all jittery around her and blushing. But still no confession. Until one at a invention convention Benzo and Powder plot.
Benzo pushes his daughter, while powder shoves Claggor making them bump into one another. The contact sends sparks through one another. Claggors a stuttering mess of course unable to form words.
"Hi Clags"
He freezes at the nickname she's given him since their youth him face flush and mouth at a thin line
"Hi y/n"
"Dance with me?"
He looks to her hand then grabs it. His hand completely covering hers as she pulls him along. He's nervous. Unable to look at her as they get into position to sway to the music. His brain turning to mush as her hands are placed on his shoulders and his on her hips.
"Are you really going to make me have to make the first move after all these years clags?"
He looks to her finally confused, but she quickly pulls him down by the back of his head into a soft kiss that he returns tenfold.
*Benzo and powder smile from the distance finally seeing what was supposed to be some years ago"
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Thank you anon for feeding my delusions 🙏
Helloo! I'm back again after a month of disappearance 😭 Just had a very stressful month...
Anyway this has been sitting on my inbox since March. Idk who the OP was and I hope you're still here. I'm so sorry it took me this long to post your hc. When this was sent to me, I'm not really sure how to respond so I thought about making a visualizer instead. Also, I have no clue what your OC looks like so I hope you don't mind if I added my shameless self-insert instead.
To make it up, I made a version of just AU Claggor so my fellow Claggor fans can add their own OC or self-insert to the picture :3 (PLEASE I NEED TO SEE YOUR OCS AND SELF-INSERTS. I CAN'T BE THE ONLY DELUSIONAL CLAGGOR FAN OUT HERE </3 )
If you guys have an OC/self-insert that's taller than AU Claggor, you can use this version of him that is slightly looking up:
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Art above and fic below made by me. Please do not repost my work without my permission!
AU Claggor x fem reader
Content warning: Explicit, vanilla sex, bit of swearing, creampie
Summary: The reader is in an established relationship with AU Claggor, and this is their first time having sex.
Word count: 3,521 words
Taglist: @sadeveryafter @spirasakura @druzys-sanctuary @rihananextdoor @elliestit
Listen to this song as you read (if you want to, of course). Have fun. :>
It had been quite some time since you and Claggor became a couple, yet despite the months spent together, you've rarely been physically close. Never even kissed for more than a couple of seconds, always just exchanging quick pecks. So it came as a surprise to find yourself now on his bed, him shirtless, and his lips moving against yours with a hunger you'd never felt from him before.
"Claggor..." you murmured between kisses, your heart racing at this unfamiliar yet intimate moment you're sharing.
He didn't respond, not with words. Instead, his kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as if trying to make up for all the closeness you'd missed. Before you knew it, his fingers were already at the buttons of your shirt, his lips trailing along your jaw, then behind you ear, sending tingles down your spine.
"Claggor," you called for him again, this time with more uncertainty. He finally pulled back, eyes meeting yours. There was both heat and tenderness in them. "Hmm?"
You blushed, your words catching in your throat. You wanted to ask him if this is really it, if you two were finally taking that step. Not that it isn't already obvious. For some reason you wanted to make sure if this is actually real and you're not dreaming. But all you could manage was, "...t-that tickles."
Claggor responded by chuckling softly, then he tuck a few strands of your hair to the back of your ear, admiring how adorable you look knowing he had you where he wanted to. He knew you'd always wanted this, given how many times you displayed the subtle hints on him, but he also knew you wouldn't take the chance to directly ask him for it.
He continued undoing the buttons of your shirt, his lips exploring your neck, then your shoulder.
This is really happening, you thought, placing your hand against his cheek to guide his mouth where you wanted it next.
As your shirt finally fell off your shoulders to reveal the nakedness of your upper body, Claggor couldn't help expressing how breathtaken he was by the view.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his gaze lingering at your chest. "May I?" He added, flicking his eyes back to your face. You nodded shyly, the heat rising in your cheeks. You tried to remain composed, lips pursed to suppress a smile, not wanting to seem too eager.
Then without a moment to lose, Claggor leaned in, placing a reverent kiss at the top of your breast. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he nibbled gently, his hands steadying you as he eased you onto your back.
As soon as you lay comfortably on the bed, he then proceeded to stimulate your nipples by teasing one with quick strokes of his tongue, then the other at the same time by flicking it with his fingers instead. "Hahhh..." You couldn't help but moan at the feeling. It feels pleasurable, but at the same it tickles. You can almost feel him smiling against your skin as your moans slightly get louder when he starts tracing rapid circles over them.
But just when you felt close to the edge, he changed his pace. Sucking softly on your nipple now, almost as if trying to tease you and making you ache for more. And you did, silently, looking down on him with gentle pleading in your eye, and he smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief as he slid a hand down to the edge of your lower garment instead, slowly inserting his hand inside, brushing against your folds, and you flinch to his touch.
"Damn. You're already wet for me, darling..."
He looked up at you, surprise flickering across his face. Though it quickly softened into a fond smile before he leaned in to kiss you again. The timing was perfect, because just as his lips met yours, he slid a finger inside of you, drawing a stifled moan from your throat.
"How does that feel?" He spoke huskily into your ear after pulling away.
You swallowed hard, trying to hold back another moan. "Mmm... good."
"Good," Claggor repeated, his voice low. "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable darling."
You nodded, and he began to move his finger inside of you. Slowly at first, in and out. His gaze stayed locked on your face, carefully studying your every reaction. The intensity of his focus made you feel a little self-conscious, so you reached up, hooked your hand around his nape, and pulled him into another kiss.
Not long after he inserted a second finger, curling them just right, rubbing that sweet spot inside you, and you moaned to his mouth, gripping the sheets of his bed.
Claggor lifted his head slightly, pulling away from your kiss to better hear those sweet moans of yours. "You like that?"
"...Y-yes." You managed to say in between your sighs and soft moans.
His fingers continued to move faster, then his mouth found your neck again, sucking at your skin, leaving marks as his tongue traced a path up to your ear. "Tell me what you want, darling. Tell me what you need..."
It took you a moment before answering, debating inside your head whether you should tell him or not. "I... need you inside me," you finally let out, "...y-your cock." You were almost too embarrassed to say that, and Claggor chuckled, as if already expecting it.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from you, then helped you off of your lower garments completely. Shifting his position, he settled himself between your legs. You watched with bated breath as he reached for his belt, your eyes drawn to the prominent bulge straining against his pants.
With agonizing slowness, he unfastened the buckle and finally slid his pants down. The tension in the room thickened as his cock came into view.
It was huge. Girthy enough that your breath caught, and your thighs tensed in anticipation. His cock hung heavy in his hand, the length of it veined and intimidating. The tip is a light shade of pink, swollen and glistening with precum. Plenty of times you have imagined what it would look like, and there it is. Right in front of you. Even better than what you expected. Heat surges through your core, clenching around nothing as you now wonder what it would feel like inside you.
You wouldn't have to wonder for long.
He looked down at you, brushing the head of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in. Just resting, waiting. "Are you ready for me?"
You wanted to say yes, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, your body answered for you. Your hips lifted, just a little, just enough to seek more of that contact. And so he finally started to push in.
Just the tip, and already your breath left you in a sharp gasp.
The stretch was immediate, undeniable. Your walls struggled to accommodate even the head of him, overwhelmed by the fullness of just that first inch. It wasn't pain exactly, more like pressure, like your body was being made to yield, to open in a way it hadn't before.
"F-Fuck!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
Claggor groaned low in his throat, his hips still, resisting the urge to thrust too deep too soon. "You're taking me so well," he murmured, one of his hands holding your thigh, grounding you.
He eased in another inch, slowly, carefully, and you let a low, involuntary moan in response. The stretch burned in the most intoxicating way, and you could feel yourself trembling beneath him, caught between the ache of being filled and the growing wave of pleasure that came with it.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said softly.
You opened your eyes, looking up at him, dazed and wanting. "Don't stop," you managed. "I want all of you."
That was all he needed to hear, not a moment too soon he pushed in deeper. Your body gave way inch by inch, the fullness increasing with every second until he bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside you.
It feels overwhelming, to the point you swore you could feel him in your stomach. The walls of your vagina throbbing helplessly around him, clenching as if your body didn't know whether to pull him closer or push him out. It was too much but in the best, most intoxicating way.
Claggor grunted above you, head dropping to your shoulder. "Shit... you're gripping me so tight..."
Then he began to move.
His first thrust was slow, dragging his cock back until only the tip remained inside before sliding back in with a force that made your breath catch in your throat. The next was faster, smoother, and when he set a rhythm, each thrust rocked through you, pushing you just a little higher, a little further into the haze of pleasure.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the space around you, mixed with the broken sounds spilling from both of your mouths. Sighs, gasps, and the occasional choked moans you let out every time he hits that sweet spot inside.
You dug your nails into his back, needing something to hold onto, anything to ground you.
"Look at me," he panted, his voice rough in your ear. You barely managed to obey, lids heavy, but when your eyes met his, you felt the jolt of it all over again. "You feel that? How deep I am?"
You nodded, breathless, nearly trembling beneath him. "Yes... yes, Claggor, I feel everything."
Every inch of him diving into you with more urgency now, every desperate grind of his hips sending sparks through your core. He's relentless, but not careless. Each motion was precise, purposeful, like he was trying to memorize the way you feel from the inside.
"Fuck... you feel so damn good," he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours and kissing it, then he trails his lips to the side of your face until his lips meet yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth.
All you could do was let him have his way with you because it was fast becoming too good to handle, too intense to survive without shattering completely.
And you wanted to fall apart for him.
You pulled away momentarily to speak, "I want more of you..." you started, "...to feel you... in every way - ahh!" Your words were cut off as he shifted your position, laying you on your side. Each thrust felt deeper now, the tip of his cock pressing so far inside you now you were certain it nudged against your stomach.
Before you could even adjust to the new sensation, he moved you again, this time lifting your hips until you were on all fours. He leaned over you, gently sweeping your hair aside to kiss the nape of your neck. "Does this feel good?" Claggor asked, voice low and intimate.
You turned your head toward him, managing only a nod as moans poured from your lips. But the desire burning inside you demanded more. Needing to push the limits, you forced yourself to speak. You begged him to go deeper, faster, and he complied. With each powerful thrust, you felt his cock press against your cervix in ways that made your cries of pleasure grow louder, more desperate.
"Shhh... someone might hear you," Claggor whispered, but you couldn't help it. It feels so good to hold it in, he had no choice but to cover your mouth as he continued pounding you from behind.
Each movement builds the pressure inside you higher. The feel of his hips slapping against your ass, his breathy sighs and quiet moans, the wet sound of your pussy being penetrated by his cock, and of course the overwhelmingly good feeling of it inside. It was all too much in the best way. Every bit of it sent you spiraling deeper into pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. You needed more.
Your hand slid down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, desperate to push yourself closer to the edge. Claggor noticed right away.
"Allow me..." He breathed against your ear. The sound of his voice alone sent a shiver through you.
Without missing a beat, your hand on your clit was replaced by his, rubbing you with practiced pressure that had your breath hitching almost immediately. It wasn't long before you felt yourself teetering right on the edge.
"F-fuck... Claggor, I'm cumming!" You gasped between moans.
As soon as the words left your lips, he doubled down. Rubbing you faster, thrusting harder and deeper, as if chasing every sound you made. And it was then you realized he no longer cared if you were heard. One of his hands now gripped your hip tightly, holding you still for every hungry thrust.
It didn't take long for you to finally reach that high. Waves after waves of tingly pleasure began taking over your whole body, and your loud moans gradually turned into whimpers as he overstimulated you. Toes curling and legs starting to feel like jelly you collapsed on your stomach, breathless.
Claggor let go of your clit but didn't stop. He continued to fuck you gently from behind, coaxing the last tremors of pleasure from your body.
Without pulling out, he shifts your position, gently rolling you onto your back again while staying nestled deep inside you.
"I love you... I love you so much, darling," he whispers, his lips brushing against yours before kissing you tenderly. Then, he begins to move again. Your body is still trembling from your orgasm, your pussy hypersensitive, every thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure through your already-overstimulated nerves. You feel your vagina clench around his cock, reacting instinctively to the intimacy.
"I love you too..." you manage to reply between breaths, voice soft and shaky. He lowers himself, pressing his body to yours, face nuzzling the crook of your neck. His mouth trails kisses there with gentle, playful nibbles. It didn't take long before he started picking up the pace again.
"I-I'm about to cum..." He said in an almost whimper, still grinding into you.
You turn your head, lips brushing his ear. "Finish inside me."
Claggor paused momentarily. He looked up at you as if to make sure he heard you right. "You sure? You can get pregnant..."
"I'm on the pill. I want you to," you say softly. "And even if I wasn't... I wouldn't mind."
There was a moment of silence.
"I-If you want that too, of course..." You followed it up, suddenly unsure, your eyes searching his face. But then his expression softened and he smiled at you.
"Oh darling, I'd love that." He finally replied before kissing you again, deeper, hungrier, while his hips began to move with new purpose.
There's a shift in him. He started moving against you as if he'd been craving for your touch like never before. Every thrust feels needier, more intense, as if he's touching you for the first time all over again, desperate to memorize the feel of you.
You responded by wrapping your legs around his waist, drawing his cock deeper into you, deliberately clenching around him to heighten the connection. Your lips find his neck, shoulder, jaw, anything you can reach, as he moves harder, faster, and more frantically, like he can't get close enough.
"Hahh... hahh..." He moaned against your ear, and you felt his body stiffen, that's when you knew he's already cumming.
As he released inside you, you felt the subtle throb of his cock. You couldn't quite feel the warmth of the liquid at first, but with each slow, deep thrust that followed, a wetter sensation began to bloom within you. The sound of your bodies grew wetter, sloppier, until you finally felt a few warm drops of his semen slipping out of you.
With one final, lingering thrust, Claggor rested his head against your chest. Overcome and lost in the moment, he let his full weight collapse onto you. His heaviness pressed against your body, but you were too wrapped up in the tender stillness to say anything. It wasn't until a small grunt escaped your lips that he noticed.
"Shit! I'm sorry... that was stupid of me," Claggor said quickly, his cheeks flushed as he pushed himself up on his elbows, concern in his eyes.
You laughed softly and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. His expression melted, turning warm and affectionate as he began to kiss you again, tender and slow.
But before long, the kisses grew more heated, more hungry. You had to gently push him away, laughing breathlessly as both of you realized just how intoxicated you were with each other.
As your laughter faded, Claggor gazed down at you utterly mesmerized by the sight of you. Disheveled, glowing, and undone because of him. He finally eased his cock out of you, and a warm rush of slickness began to spill from within. He paused, watching for a moment in awe, until the realization hit.
He didn't want to soil the sheets.
Without missing a beat, he reached for a towel he had thoughtfully placed on the bedside table, as he knew this might happen.
You watched Claggor with amused eyes, chuckling as he scrambled slightly, trying to catch the mess. But your laughter only made it worse as more of your shared juices slipped out of you.
"Hey!" he playfully chastised you, joining you in laughter as he struggled to keep it from reaching the sheets, and he groaned in mock defeat.
Which only made you laugh harder.
Claggor shook his head with a lopsided grin, finally managing to wipe off the liquid between your thighs, a bit of it spilling onto the sheets. There wasn't much more he could do.
"No need to feel bad about the mess on the sheets. Think of it as a little reminder of our romantic night together..." You teased with a grin.
Claggor let out a soft laugh, eyes glinting as he tossed the towel aside. "A reminder?" he echoed, smirking as he leaned in. "Please. Like I'm gonna forget when we're gonna end up doing it again the next night... and the one after that." He pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, voice low and teasing. "Honestly, I should start buying sheets in bulk if this is our new routine."
Your cheeks burned, and he just grinned wider, clearly pleased he caught you off guard with his reply. He then settled back beside you, pulling you into his chest in a comforting embrace. His skin is warm and slightly damp with sweat, but you didn't mind. You buried your face against his neck, inhaling the soft, earthy scent of him.
Your body was sore in the best way, every inch of you tingling with the memory of how thoroughly he'd had you, and how much you wanted him to do it again. "I can't believe it took us this long..." you managed to say. "...to do this."
Claggor's arm was draped over your waist lazily stroking your side, but at your words, he stilled for a moment. Then you felt his chest rise with a quiet breath.
"Yeah..." he said, tone thoughtful, almost shy. "That's kind of on me."
You lifted your head to look at him, curious.
"I guess I just..." he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "...wanted to be sure I could give you something worth remembering. Something... perfect."
Your brow quirked. "Claggor. It was perfect."
He chuckled, eyes flicking to yours, then away again. "Good. Because I may or may not have... read, like, six different books about sex before we did this."
You blinked. "Wait, seriously?"
He nodded, grinning now at your expression. "Everything. Technique, anatomy, aftercare. You name it. I even skimmed one with diagrams." He laughed lightly. "I just... I didn't want to fumble through something so special. You mean too much to me."
Your heart swelled at that, a wave of affection crashing over you so fast it made your eyes sting. "Claggor," you said, touched beyond words, "you didn't have to do all that."
"I wanted to," he replied, cupping your cheek. "You deserve the best of me."
You leaned in and kissed him slowly, savoring it now. When you pulled away, your voice was softer, sincere. "Well... consider all that studying a massive success," you said with a smile. "Ten out of ten. Would absolutely ask for more."
He laughed and held you tighter at that, lips pressing into your hairline. And for a while, neither of you said anything. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the window and the slowing rhythm of your breathing.
Eventually, your eyes grew heavy. "Get some sleep," he mumbled, already half-asleep himself.
You hummed in response as your eyelids fluttered closed. Wrapped in his warmth, you let the comfort of him lull you under.
And together, tangled in the aftermath of your passionate love, the two of you finally drifted off to sleep.
