Set up by a baby orc (part 16)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || I don’t want to spoil it

The ice cream was a bad idea. A royal-level bad idea. The way you ate that ice cream like it was a fucking dick was burned inside his brain. The second you ordered a cone, he knew he was done for. There was no way he wouldn’t embarrass himself when you were in front of him licking a white substance.

Like come on, it felt like you were doing it on purpose, and because of the way you kept smirking his way… he knew you did. You definitely choose a cone just to mess with him. And good goddess if it didn’t work. Every time he blinks, the image of your pink tongue darting around to collect some droplets of ice cream from your lip keeps haunting him.

He kissed you goodnight in a rush, trying not to get too close to you before he raced to the driving seat and raced to his house. He left you on your door as you laughed, his erection so hard inside his pants he feared the denim would be forever marked on his dick.

And that’s how he finds him on his back, staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed and thinking about you. About the way you were licking that ice cream, the way you were smiling up at him and smelling as delicious as all the foods he liked combined. It was intoxicating, and left him feeling giddy.

Now, with his hand wrapped around his hard dick, and a vibrating toy pressing against his pulsating knot, he was seeing stars and whole galaxies behind his eyelids as he remembered the taste of ice cream on your lips when you kissed goodbye.

He’s trying to go slow, trying to drag it out as much as possible, but your smell is still burning in his nostrils and his body is vibrating with the feel of being close to you. He’s not going to last much longer…

His ringtone scares the shit out of him.

“Fuck,” he curses out loud, looking at his phone on the table and cursing a bunch more as he sees your name flashing on his screen. “Fuck,” he repeats, picking it up with his free hand, but not stopping his slow torture.

He knows he shouldn’t, he knows you are taking it slow and it’s very pervy of him to jerk himself off as he picks up your call… But he’s just an orc and his dick is so hard he could use it to cut wood if he tried. And good goddess, it feels so good to be touching himself at the thoughts of you...

“Yes?” He lets out in a strangled voice.

“Unax?” Your voice is sweet and a bit breathless, and he closes his eyes, trying to imagine what you could be doing.

His hand slows down, but the vibration against his knot is driving him a bit insane. He can hear you breathing at the other end of the line and just that is enough to get him so close to coming that he has to squeeze at the base of his dick to stop it from happening. Fuck, he’s so ready to spill… The vibrating toy making his thoughts impossible to conjure as he lets his body melt against the bed.

“Yes, sunshine?” His voice is rough in a way that he’s sure sounds like sex, but he can’t help it. He wants you to know, he almost needs you to know.

And as if he manifested it into existence, you ask in a lower tone: “Are you… are you touching yourself?” Does he imagine the way your voice gets a bit higher at the end? Does he imagine the faster wet sounds in the background of the call?

“Do you want me to be?” He asks back, his hand moving again, playing with his tip as he listens to you breathe and let out the tiniest whimper. He groans out loud, the sound escaping his mouth before he can stop it.

“Oh, goddess…” You groan in response, a full on moan that has his eyes rolling back into his head as he jerks himself harder, squeezing on his way down as he lets out a whispered curse. “Yes,” your voice is a broken moan and he can pick up the wet sounds in the background. Shit, you are touching yourself, too?

Fuck, you definitely are. “Are you touching yourself, gorgeous? Were you thinking about me when you slipped your pretty little fingers inside your tight cunt?” He slips into his dirty talking self in a second, his voice getting rougher and his hand getting tighter. He can hear your little sounds as you rub your cunt for him.

“Yes, Unax…” Your answer drives him a bit wilder, rutting his hips against his hand. “I… I wanted to hear your voice.” Your confession makes him moan your name like a prayer.

“I was touching myself, too,” he confesses. “I was picturing you over me, riding my cock like the queen you are. Would you like that?”

Your strangled moan is enough answer, but when you add: “Ugh, I’m… I’m so close.” He knows he doesn’t have much more time. His orgasm is rapidly approaching, too.

“I’m so close, too, gorgeous. Get yourself there. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart,” and it’s like the magic words...

Your responding groan took the shape of his name, and that was enough to send him over the edge with you. He could hear your breathy moans and broken whispers as you fall apart. It only drives him further into his own pleasure. He shouts your name as he spills all over himself, the first shot of his come hitting his chin as he comes harder than he ever has.

He’s breathing hard against the speaker as he turns the vibrator off before his knot decides to join the party, he doesn’t have enough energy left to clean that mess. “That was… Fuck, gorgeous. Perfect. It was perfect.”

He wishes he could see you right now, but in a way… he preferred it this way. Your first time coming together was intimate and dark, and sensual in a way nothing ever was before. He’s not sure if it’s because you are his mate or just because you are the most especial human he ever met.

“Yeah…” You rasp out. Your voice sounds fucked out and the smile that parts his lips is smug as you continue talking: “I’m sleepy.”

He chuckles. “Me too, but go drink some water before bed, gorgeous, would you do that for me?” You hum your approval and he stays on the line as he listens to you moving around.

His phone beeps and he looks at the screen to see a pic of you drinking a glass of water, your hair messy and a tiny smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Good girl,” he lets out in a whisper. You groan in response, and he has to swallow his own groan. Fuck. His dick is twitching, trying to get hard again. Just a little sound, that’s all it takes for him to be hard for you again. Fuck, capitalism sucks. He could be making you come over and over, but you both have responsibilities in the morning. “I’m going to hang up, okay?” He really needs a shower and some sleep if he wants to wake up early.

You let out a giggle and a soft: “Good night, Unax.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

Well, shit… He wasn’t expecting his night to end like that.