Gym slut: the best gymbro ever

Inar x fem!reader || knotting, dirty talk, (light) degradation

You looked at the door he just crosses, your heart beating too fast and your whole body vibrating with pent up tension. You thought it would take longer. You thought you’d have to think about it, you thought you’d have to go over all the interactions and all the times he could have told you. You thought a lot of things, but at the end of the day, the second Inar closed the door behind himself, your whole body lurched forward.

Your brain was spinning with a thousand different thoughts about what you two lived together, what you two lived through. Your past relationships, your problems with abandonment, it all ended in that second Inar told you about the mates. It was like one of those fanfiction you used to read, the perfect match, the one that fitted in your life seamlessly.

And you felt it.

You felt it deep inside, way before he said anything, but hearing him mutter those words, hearing him say how he was crushing on your way before you even recognized his existence… That meant so much. You didn’t know how to deal with all of this, how to be a good mate, or if you even wanted to be his mate at all. But you knew one thing for sure, above anything else, you knew you couldn’t let him walk away. It was like a pressure in your chest, a calling that said it would be a mistake to walk away from this. Maybe humans did feel the mate-bond. Maybe you were just in love with your orc gymbro.

You weren’t the fastest human in the world, not even close, but at that moment you would have sworn your body flew across your living room to the front door. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear your own thoughts. It was like all the universe focused in one second, in on space, in this exact moment that was driving you fucking insane.

“Inar!” You screamed his name, he was halfway down the hall, his shoulders dropped and walking in a way that could only be described as miserably.

He turned round with unshod tears in his eyes, expectantly. “Did I forget something?” His voice sounded broken and your heart shattered a little bit because of it.

You didn’t know how to do this, you didn’t know how to stay, how to be good for him… But you needed to try, you needed to try because walking away felt like giving up in the best thing that ever happened to you. You crossed the distance between the two of you in a rush, your bare feet resonating against the empty walls, the soreness in your ankle forgotten.

You right before him, your bodies were almost touching, the heat of his skin warming your overwhelmed body. Your voice was barely a whisper, and the few centimeters between the two of you felt like a whole ocean. There was this tension between you that you somewhat put there and you didn’t know how to stop it.

“I changed my mind,” you let out in a frantic breath. His breathing caught in his chest as you saw before your eyes how his hopes crumbled. No, you weren’t having that. “I don’t need time. I want you, I love you,” you clarified.

“What?” He asked, his breathing going a bit faster. You wouldn’t have realized if he wasn’t so close to you already.

You could hear the rush of blood running through your body, your hectic heartbeat in your ears as you stared into his eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in them.

“I… I love you. I love you so much it hurts, and I don’t understand what mates are, I really don’t, but I can’t wait to figure it out with you. Together.” Your voice was choked, the emotions building inside of you too much and too little at the same time.

You never felt like that, you couldn’t even name the emotions running around your body. He got you, he saw you better than anyone before him. He saw your issues and messiness, he saw your grumpy attitude and your need to be accepted. He saw all that and he was still there. Still with you.

There was a tiny smile playing at the corner of his lips, so pretty against his tusks. But always the gentleman, he asked: “Are you sure? This is a big commitment and I know you aren’t…”

You cut him with a kiss. An earth shattering kiss that melted your body against his as you two merged into what felt like endgame. His hands were on your hair, your arms were around his neck, and your feet were off the ground. He was holding you up as he devoured your mouth like a starving man in front of his first meal. You’d never felt so cared for and cherished by one single kiss, but that one was just… wow.

The sound of a door closing made you pull apart, panting against each other’s mouths with matching smiles dancing on your lips. Inar was the first to break the silence. “I need you to be sure of this, mating is not something you do lightly. It’s a life commitment. So, I’ll ask again: are you sure?” His eyes were dark, and his breathing was labored, but he still made it sound like the most intimate moment of your lifetimes.

You only had one answer: “Yes.”

In a flash, your whole body was over his shoulder and he was walking back to your apartment as you let out a screech of joy. You tried not to giggle too much as he marched like a warrior to battle, almost kicking the door open in his hustle to get inside. He walked past the living room, you were bouncing over his shoulder with each step, and you had a perfect view of his perfect round ass. Fuck, you loved his ass.

You didn’t even try to contain yourself as you slapped his ass-cheek with enough force to make his ass jiggle as he let out a growl. “Watch it,” he warned. So you did it again, laughing as he roared like a wild beast.

Your body flew again, landing on the mattress and bouncing a couple times as you kept laughing breathlessly. He was pulling his clothes off in such a rush that you heard the telltale sign of ripping fabric, he didn’t seem to care as his shirt ended up all torn on the floor. You didn’t care either, his eyes were fixated on your body and you could feel the heat building in your lower belly, spreading fast.

He crawled over you, taking your shirt off as he licked a strip from your waistband to your neck. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me?” His whisper against your neck made you shiver, and it turned into a full on groan when he sucked on your pulse point, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“Yes,” you moaned, grinding your hips up trying to feel his dick.

He pushed his body up, getting away from you he chuckled. “Take your pants off before I rip them off,” his threat made you want to explode, your clit mirroring your heartbeat as you clenched over nothing. Good goddess, you didn’t remember being this horny ever.

You pushed your pants down your legs, no panties underneath as he groaned, fisting his cock over you and making your mouth water at the sight. He was looking at you like you were a piece of art, and you couldn’t stop the flush that covered your cheeks as he praised you.

“You are so perfect, so pretty… Such a good little slut for me. My slut.” He pressed his hand against your lower abdomen, his thumb rubbing at your clit and making you moan. “Say it,” he ordered.

You shivered at the commanding tone. “Yours. I’m yours. Your slut.”

Those were the right words because it took him less than two seconds to part your legs and fit his body between them. “Damn right you are.”

He pushed one finger inside your warm heat, making you cry out his name as you asked for more. He only laughed, peppering kisses on your skin as he slowly opened you up. One finger, two fingers, by the time he fitted the third one in, you were rocking your hips against him, his warmth breath over your boobs sending electrified sparks across your body.

“Please Inar, please…” You begged. You had never felt like this. It was always incredibly intense and hot with him, but nothing prepared you for the deep longing inside of you. It was like every cell in your body was calling to him, and you could finally hear them chanting his name.

But like the little shit he was, he teased: “Please what, little slut? You want me to fuck you? You want me to fill your sweet pussy to the brim and breed you so deeply you can feel me for days? Or do you want my knot?” You whined. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, slut. I know what you want, I know what my words do to you. You want it, don’t you? You are always extra slutty when you are moaning around my knot, squeezing me so tight.” He sounded so smug you almost wanted to deny what he was saying, but you had no strength, your whole brain was focused on one thing only: pleasure.

“I need you inside,” you choked out. Your hips were moving up and down, trying to get him deeper, trying to get him to fuck you like you needed.

“But only because you asked so nicely…” He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Like always, the second he pressed against your opening, you felt your body tense against the invasion. He was so fucking big.

“Breathe,” he instructed, caressing your sides slowly as he pressed further. You did as told, urging your body to relax against the invasion of his monster cock. There was a spark of pain there, but it made everything feel more intense, hotter. “You are taking me so well, little slut. Your pussy was made for me, for my cock. You feel so tight and warm, you are fucking perfect.”

His praises did it for you, your body going almost lax as he pushed the last centimeters inside your welcoming body. You sighed when he bottomed out, his whole body still as he let you accommodate his girth. But that wasn’t what you needed. You didn’t want slow fucking today, you wanted him wild, you wanted him erasing every trace of any other person from your mind and body. You wanted to feel claimed.

“Move. I’m yours. Show me I’m yours. Use me,” you whispered against his ear, hugging him close and tightening your legs and arms around his body.

He sat back on his heels, moving your body with him until you were suspended in the air, his arms holding you up as he kissed your forehead before unleashing all he had. “Like this? You want to be my personal fuck-doll? Like a fleshlight for me to use?”

Your juices were dripping around him, soaking his thighs and sheets as you groaned. He bounced you on his cock, whispering filthy things above you as he grunted with each rapid thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure tilting the balance until you tripped over an orgasm that left you breathless.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, Inar, yes.” He slowed down a bit, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Keep going, keep going, harder,” you pleaded, your head thrown back as he held you with one arm. He was so fucking strong.

He moved your body again, laying you back and kneeling between your legs as he pulled them over his shoulders, pressing down until you were in a matting press, and his dick is hitting your G-spot with each thrust. He kept moaning your name, chanting it like a prayer as he grunted every time he hit bottom inside of you. The pleasure was indescribable, melting every neuron in your brain as you became one with him.

“Scream louder. Be a good little slut and let everyone in this building know who owns this pussy. Who is making you go crazy with pleasure.” You should care about your neighbors, but you’d be lying if you said you did. You didn’t care. You wanted them to hear you. You wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you were for your orc’s dick.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt another gush of juices sloshing around his cock. “You. Only you. Fuck, Inar.”

You could barely form words, the headboard hitting the wall at the rhythm of his thrusts as the second orgasm ripped out of you, a scream so loud you were sure you just made all the birds in your area fly away. You couldn’t care, though. You needed more. You needed all.

“Tell me again,” he grunted his hand slipping between your bodies until his thumb was over your clit again. You knew instantly what he meant.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” you chanted as he fucked into you over and over. Your hands were probably leaving marks on his back, but you didn’t care. With each thrust your body felt like shattering, and it was incredible.

“Fuck. Yes. Mine. My love. My mate,” those were his last words before you felt the telltale sign of his knot expanding inside of you. You moaned like the slut you were, crying out his name as louder as possible as you felt another orgasm rocking your body at the same time the first shot of his come hit your insides.

It took you a while to come back to your senses, his labored breathing joining yours as you started to feel cramps in the back of your legs. “This is the worst position to be stuck in,” you whispered with a huffed laugh.

He was still pulsating inside of you, and with each shot of come inside of you, you felt aftershocks firing down your spine, making you whimper. He rolled his hips once again, making you let out a choked moan.

“I don’t know, mate, I like it. I can feel your pussy fluttering with each shot.” He was kissing around your face sweetly, but his dirty words made your pussy squeeze around him. He groaned and you smiled smugly.

“My hips are going to be so sore tomorrow,” you half lamented, half joked.

“Your hips aren’t the only thing that is going to be sore tomorrow. If I do my job right you are going to be so spent you will have to call in sick.” You moaned at the promise in his tone, shivering as he found your clit once again, making you whimper, oversensitive. “But don’t worry, you are lucky enough to have a gym partner to help you with that.” You could feel the smirk on his voice.

“Yeah, the best gymbro ever,” you let out in a wishful whisper as you pulled at his hair until you could kiss the smug smirk off his face as he rutted his knot against you over and over.

A/N: So… this is it. Would you like for me to add a lil epilogue into their future? I’m already editing this story and adding some more chapters to transform it into a whole book, I’m very excited about that. If I can ask… would you give me some feed-back on the overall story you’d read? I would like to know how you guys feeling about the development of their romance. :)