Warnings: masturbation, oral (m receiving), fingering, use of the words cock and cunt, lots of sexual tension/ frustration, reader has got to get her man!
Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers
Word count: 516
Alright, here’s part two! I’m not sure where else to go from here, I was gonna put the big smut scene in this one but I’d rather have three parts bc this one needed some serious polishing 😅 anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
Over the next few weeks, you develop a nice workout routine with Claggor. Show up to the gym at your agreed times, focus on whatever body area he’s chosen for you to work today, have a little sexual tension in the form of guided stretching and form correcting, go home sore/shaky and with a little pool between your legs.
Even on days that you don’t see claggor, you find yourself thinking of him. Late nights after an exhausting shift at the office, your mind whispers sinful little thoughts—wandering back to his smile, the way he lingers when he corrects your form, his biceps that are bigger than your head…
Your arm snakes downward while you’re in bed, searching for the wet patch in your panties. Who knew you’d be masturbating to your personal trainer, but here you are.
You imagine lowering yourself to your knees, needing to absolutely worship this man in front of you.
Your fingers hook under the elastic of your panties, rucking them down your hips and pressing two fingers immediately against your clit.
You imagine his wanting cock—how achingly hard and flushed it would be if you got your way with him. Taking his cock in your hand and stroking it, feeling the ridges and veins of it, swiping the hole of his tip with your thumb. Precum drooling out of the slit, his cock twitching appreciatively at your ministrations.
“Keep doing that and I’ll cum right here.” He’d croon, head craned back, eyes locked onto you.
You bite your lip as you start to rub little circles on your clit, the other hand coming up to your breast to pinch your nipple. “Fuck, Claggor…” you whisper.
You imagine getting your lips around the head of his cock, bracing your hands on his thighs and sucking hard. He’d groan, a low, almost animalistic growl coming from him as he grips the back of your head.
“That’s it pretty, suck it. Feel how hard he is for you baby?”
You’re panting at this point, little more than clit stimulation getting you dangerously to the edge. You feel the low, hot coil in your stomach tightening—your climax closer than you anticipated.
Your mind wanders to what’d be like with claggor, two of his thick fingers buried deep into your pussy.
“That’s it pretty girl, I feel how close you are…” The sinful squelch of your cunt almost drowns his voice out, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, vision spotty, tears in your eyes.
He leans down to the crook of your neck, nosing the juncture of your jaw. “C’mon honey, lemme feel this sweet pussy come ‘round my fingers.”
The image of it makes you cum in real time, your eyes rolling back, small, needy whimpers falling from your lips.
You lie back in your bed, jelly legs and hazy mind. Three weeks and this man was already worming his way into your every fantasy.
You can’t take it anymore. You’ve got to do something. If he’s gonna play dirty by being so unbelievably sexy—well, two can play at that game.
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Hey guys! I’m trying out something new with an actual character and not just yoongi lol! I wanna write for more ppl when I open my asks back up and this is the experiment fic! This is meant for a black reader but anyone can read it if they wish! This is also a modern AU Claggor. Also happy 50 followers omg!! I’ll open my asks soon for a bash!
Hope you all enjoy!
In spirit of “getting your summer body,” you decided to find a personal trainer. Good gyms are hard to come by in the undercity, most of them being filled with obnoxious gym bros or creeps who stare at you in the mirror. You knew working out at home wasn’t an option either, due to a busy schedule and procrastination. So personal training was the only way to go for you, tripling as protection from creeps, someone to hold you accountable to your routine, and a way for you to actually work out.
That’s how you found Claggor, a quick search of “personal trainers Undercity” on instagram, and after sorting through three creepy accounts, you stumbled upon his. Legit bio, no creepy vibes, and god was he ripped. You scroll down, coming across a video of him shirtless, deadlifting. His arms were like canons—chords of muscle rippling under his skin whenever he lifted the bar over his collarbones. You could see the strain of his thick neck and even thicker torso, the faint outline of an eight pack becoming present whenever he breathed in heavily.
Now that’s not the only reason why you chose him—he had a good website, great reviews, and great work ethic…but his physique did a little more persuasion for you than anything else.
You signed up on his website, filling out a form of what areas you wanted to target, your former experience, and what days/times you were available. Within the next week, you had a message from him letting you know that he got your form and wanted to meet at the Last Drop Cafe, which happened to be right below his gym.
You go to meet him next day, and to your delight, he’s legit. He meets you at the door, black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that make a little drool escape from your lips.
“Y/N, right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Claggor.” He offers his hand to shake, a bright, gentle smile spread across his face reaching all the way to the crinkle of his eyes. You take his hand in yours, shaking earnestly and matching his smile. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!”
"Why don't we head inside? I've got a table waiting for the both of us." He motions behind him and inside the cafe. When you look inside, you can see a cozy table near the entrance, a laptop and notepad ready beside a steaming mug of liquid. "Sounds good to me, let’s go!" You grin.
He leads you inside--takes out a chair for you to sit across from him-- and when you do, his pushes it in. He's so close when he pushes in your chair--you can smell whatever woody cologne he's picked for the day. It makes you throb with need.
"Did you want anything to drink or eat before we get started?" He asks, reaching for a pair of glasses sitting next to the notepad. He puts them on, the frames sitting on the tip of his nose so he can look at you over them. "Umm, no, I think I'm okay. Thank you for asking though!" You decline politely. "Alright then, let's get started." He looks down to his computer, clicking an ink pen and then looking back up to you.
You've decided that he is in fact very hot with those damn glasses on.
"I see in your form that you have Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays from 11AM-2PM. Are those still good times for you?" "Yes, they are!" "Okay great," He starts to type on the laptop, taking some brief time to also write down whatever he typed. “Did you have any specific areas you wanted to target?” “Oh, I’m just looking to tone everything, find my workout rhythm, things like that.” “I see, well we can definitely do that,” He gives you a once over, seemingly puzzled at your answer. He quickly shakes it off though, meeting your eyes again with a quick smile. “Let me finish up my notes and I’ll see you Monday!”
After he’s all finished with all his management stuff, he’s kind enough to walk you out of the cafe—even all the way to your car door!
“Alright, call me if you have any questions or need to add anything else to what I already have. See ya Monday!”
You wave him off, but after that, your mind was cloudy with him the whole drive home.
His scent, the nearness of him, the little glint in his eye whenever he looked up at you.
It did something to you. But you didn’t know what. Not yet.
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