You got a gym membership for the new year and enlisted his help and guidance with working out.
After a few weeks of teasing him, he canāt take anymore.
āIām not one of those creepy guys that stalks you in the gym and then corners you into forcing your number into my phone. I donāt do that, Iām very professional. But youā¦ā He takes a deep breath. āYouāre making it hard for me to be professional.ā He gulps. You trail your fingers up his bicep, sensually running your fingernails up and onto his shoulder to grip. āThen donāt be professional, Claggor.ā You plead, giving him your best doe eyes.
āGoddamit,ā he breathes, looking away from your face. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, pondering the repercussions of him fucking you.
āFuck it.ā He says, head turning to stare into your eyes. His are like fire, pupils swallowing the now dark stormy grey. āBut remember, you asked for this. Wonāt be my fault if youāre sore in the morning.ā āSore?ā You shoot back. āWhat makes you so confident?ā He smirks. āIām big sweetheart. Probably bigger than any cock youāve ever taken.ā
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Hey guys! Iām 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!! Iāll open my asks soon for a bash!
Hope you all enjoy!
In spirit of āgetting your summer body,ā 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 wasnāt 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.
Thatās how you found Claggor, a quick search of āpersonal trainers Undercityā 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 canonsāchords 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 thatās not the only reason why you chose himāhe had a good website, great reviews, and great work ethicā¦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, heās legit. He meets you at the door, black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that make a little drool escape from your lips.
āY/N, right? Itās nice to meet you, Iām Claggor.ā 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. āHi! Itās nice to meet you!ā
"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, letās 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. āDid you have any specific areas you wanted to target?ā āOh, Iām just looking to tone everything, find my workout rhythm, things like that.ā āI see, well we can definitely do that,ā 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. āLet me finish up my notes and Iāll see you Monday!ā
After heās all finished with all his management stuff, heās kind enough to walk you out of the cafeāeven all the way to your car door!
āAlright, call me if you have any questions or need to add anything else to what I already have. See ya Monday!ā
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 didnāt know what. Not yet.
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