Let’s make a deal

Commission for Anna

Request: Would you be able to do some like, plus size body positivity fluff mixed in with some nsfw? Like a girl who feels too big until she meets a monster who's very big and he thinks she's soft and perfect?

Orc x chubby fem!reader || body worship, oral sex || tw: fatphobia

“I don’t want to do this,” you tell him again you let out with a pout. He looks down at you with the most adoring smile you’ve ever seen, your legs getting a bit weak.

He presses his hand a bit harder against your lower back, guiding you inside the awful store. “But you need to, you know you do. It’s your friend’s wedding, come on.” His reasoning is solid, and you know it, but going shopping at a normal mall with your size… Not the best experience.

You wanted to order it online, but you couldn’t find anything good enough so he suggested the mall… And maybe bribed you with the promise to buy any books that caught your attention if you were a good girl and tried on the dresses you like. Who were you to refuse that? He was offering to buy you books… So you accepted.

And now you are regretting it.

“But… They are all going to look stunning and I’m going to look like a sausage covered in lace or something.” You try to cover it as a joke, but you are really worried about it. You are worried you’re indeed going to look awful next to all of your thinner friends in their pretty dresses.

To your surprise, he continues your joke: “I’d eat that sausage any day.” You chuckle, and then burst out laughing when he adds: “Wait! I do eat her out every day,” he whisper-shouts making the lady at the front turn her head with her nose furrowed as if the comment was disgusting.

Her look brings back all your worries. You bite your lip, doubts overpowering your amusement. “I’m serious. I’m going to look so fat in the pictures. All the other bridesmaids are dainty and thin and I’m going to be the fat friend… again.” You try not to sound bitter about it, but you’ve been the fat friend your whole life, never the pretty one, never the hot one, never the sexy one… And it just hurts to be.

His eyes soften, and his hand caresses your cheek as he tells you: “Okay, let’s make a deal.”

“Another one?” You ask, remembering the book deal you make. You are definitely not forgetting about that one, you’ve been eyeing a couple hockey romances you want to have real bad and he’s going to pay for those.

“Another one,” he repeats with a soft smile. He lowers his voice to make his offer: “If you try on four dresses, I’ll make you come so many times later that you’d be dehydrated by the time I finish.” Your whole body thrums with anticipation.

“And if I don’t?” You tease.

“Then I’ll be a good orc boyfriend and let you sit on my face until you are too tired to feel bad anymore,” he states with a very serious face.

You break down laughing, doubling in the middle and holding your belly as you do so, tears in your eyes. “How is that a deal?”

He arches an eyebrow: “You don’t want it?” He extends his hand and you look at him intensely for a beat. Your heart feels so full you feel like it’s going to explode. He’s just so fucking perfect, always having the best words, the perfect words… Fuck, you love him so much.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal,” you tell him with an amused smile as you grab his too big hand and shake it.

You end up in the dressing room with four dresses that you aren’t sure are going to fit either your boobs, your belly or your ass… But you’ll give them a try because your boyfriend insisted. You aren’t sure how they are going to look over all your fat, probably awful, but you take a deep breath and try the first one. It’s a no go, as soon as you try to pull it down your body it clings to your boobs and doesn’t go down.

You take it off with your heart beating too fast and your mood souring instantly. You knew this was going to happen, and still you are feeling worse and worse.

The second dress fits… very badly. It sticks to parts of your body that you don’t want it to, making you feel, as you pointed out earlier, like a sausage.

The third one gets over your boobs and belly, but the second you try to pass it down your hips it gets stuck, leaving you feeling like Winnie the Pooh as your eyes fill with tears.

Your boyfriend asks how is it going three times, as if he knows you are struggling. You tell him you are trying them on, you’ll be out in a sec… As you wipe the single tear that runs down your cheek as your whole brain starts vibrating with self-doubt and self-deprecation.

You want to leave, you don’t want to try more dresses… But there’s only one left, only one pretty emerald dress that looks so pretty you know you are going to be devastated when it doesn’t fit. But you try it either way, the willingness to make good on your deal powering you through it.

To your utter surprise, the dress fits, the corset like upper part hugging your waist and your boobs and making you feel like a princess. The skirt flows around your hips almost to the ground, and a deep cut up your leg makes it feel sexy. You look at your reflection in the mirror and feel something in your chest bloom.

“I think… I think this one is good,” you say as you open the curtain to find him leaning against the opposite wall.

His mouth falls open completely, his green cheeks turning pink as his eyes travel down your body. “You look… wow.” He takes a deep breath, covering his mouth with his hand as if to wipe saliva out of his mouth. “Wooow,” he repeats as if he can’t believe it. Your heart is pounding like crazy in your chest.

“What?” You ask, feeling self-conscious as his eyes travel up and down your body over and over, mouth still agape.

“Absolutely ravaging,” he finally lets out. The blush that covers your cheeks burns as hot as your body when he looks at you like that.

But because you are you and can’t deal with emotions, you joke around: “You are just trying to gain my favor to get your dick sucked.”

He smirks at you, the corner of his lips reaching almost the tip of his tusk. You sigh adoringly as he chuckles. “I don’t need to compliment you to get my dick sucked,” he states.

“Oh, yeah?” You tease, feeling cheeky.

“Yes. Because I know my little human loves to do that. I don’t need to convince her.” You let out an accidental moan at his rough tone. His eyes darken before he’s guiding you back inside the dressing room: “Take off that dress, we need to get home now.”

“But the bookstore…” You try to argue.

“I’ll let you pay your whole online wishlist with my card if you get out of that dress and sitting on my face in the next thirty minutes.” Your big orc eating you out and all the books you want? Yes.

You change in a hurry, almost throwing the cash to the rude girl at the counter as you do, but you don’t fucking care. Your orc is grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the parking lot, his dick clearly hard in his pants. Some people stare, but neither of you worry about them.

You make it home in record time, pulling off your clothes as you run to the bedroom. He arrives before you, laying down on his back and staring at you squirming next to the bed. You are still feeling a bit self-conscious after the dress-fitting.

But the heat in his gaze makes you shiver. “Come here, darling.” His voice is rough and pure sex. You approach the bed, kneeling next to him. “I promise to give you orgasms until you pass out, so come sit on my face and let me rock your world.”

You instantly shake your head. “I’m too heavy for that.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a growl that makes your clit tingle as he grabs your hips and pushes you down until you are straddling his face.

His tongue darts out as you try not to push too much of your weight on him, but he’s not having any of that. He growls and grabs your hips again, pushing you completely down until his face is smothered against your pussy and his tongue can reach your welcoming heat. His nose is rubbing your clit, and you let out an involuntary cry of ecstasy at the sensation. Fuck, that feels phenomenal.

Before your body could react, he was making out with your pussy until your brain felt like cotton candy and your hands are tangled in his hair as you ride his face with abandon. Your pussy is making obscene noises against his face, so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but the way he’s moaning under you blows away all your doubts. The pleasure overriding your fears of crushing him as he devours you, moaning like a bitch in heat against your pussy lips and making you crazy with desire.

He eats you out like he’s a starved orc, and good goddess if you aren’t living for it. His hands find your belly, your ass, your boobs… He’s groping around your body, making you feel more secure about yourself as you’ve ever felt. He’s just so fucking perfect, always making sure you feel like the goddess he believes you are.

And right now, with your hands in his hair and your clit, rubbing perfectly against his nose, you believe him, too.

He keeps going until your thighs are trembling against his ears and your pussy is gushing around his tongue as you come for what feels like an eternity, your full body shaking over him until you can’t think straight anymore.

And then he does it again.

And again.

Until you are begging for him to stop because your clit feels too tender and you don’t think you can hold yourself up anymore. He chuckles between your thighs, helping you to your back and caressing your cheek, kissing your forehead as your eyes close very slowly.

Before you pass out, he lets out a soft “I love you,” and you melt completely against his warmth and his love, feeling like a goddess.