Out of jealousy (part 4): Desperation

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You can read part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here. Enjoy!

Orc (Hodei) x fem!reader || dirty talk, really intense sex, knotting

You’ve been apart for almost two weeks.

You had to travel because of work, and even though you texted all the time, and called every night… It wasn’t the same. It didn’t matter how many times you assured him that you were okay and you wanted to see him, you knew he was getting more and more anxious.

You didn’t know all the details of it, but you knew it wasn’t usual for orcs to be apart from their new mates for long. When you were more established, maybe a few years into the mating… maybe he would be better when you left for a trip, but right now, only a few months into the mating… You could hear the edge of desperation and anxiety in his voice every time you talked.

So you cut the trip short, coming home two days before you planed just because you couldn’t be apart for him for long. And you knew he was suffering because of it, which only made you more anxious to get back home. And that’s why you don’t even stop to carry your bags inside, jumping off the rental car and rushing to the door, keys in hand.

But you don’t even get to open the door before Hodei is right there. You aren’t even through the threshold when there’s big, green arms wrapped around your middle as he kneels in front of you. His head resting against your stomach as he hugs your middle so tightly you can barely breath.

“I… Hodei?” Your hands go to his hair, trying to anchor yourself on him, but there’s something about the way he’s hugging you as if he’s touch starved, as if it pained him to be apart from you.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he mutters against your tummy, his face buried there as if he’s trying to merge with you. He doesn’t sound like himself, there’s an edge there that you can’t pinpoint but makes your inside twitch painfully.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, concerned.

“I am now,” he assures you, getting up and grabbing your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head up and lowering his lips until he’s almost devouring you. His hands go to your hips and he urges you to jump. You wrap your legs around his middle and he walks backwards, closing the door and pressing your back to it.

You didn’t even process how much you missed him until now, until his hands are on you and his lips are on you and you are breathing hard. Your heart is beating like crazy inside your chest, and your brain is turning to goo inside your head. It’s a desperation like nothing you’ve ever experienced, and you can’t even process it correctly.

“I don’t think your health insurance will cover what I’m about to do to you,” he lets out in a huff, his hands already grabbing your hips in almost a painful way that is making your panties get soaked.

“And…” Your voice gets caught in your throat when he kisses down your neck. “And what is that?” You let out in a fast breath, biting your lower lip not to moan too loudly.

“I’m going to ravish you and going to fuck you so many times you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.” You moan at his words, his dirty talk is doing it for you. “I’m going to lay you down and eat you until the only word you can let out is a plea of my name. I’m going to devour your pussy until the only thing I can taste is your pleasure. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t ever abandon me again.” That made you stop.

“Abandon you? Hodei, I was on a work trip,” you tell him, your breath still labored.

He pulls back and blinks slowly, there’s a glassiness in his eyes. “I… I know. I just… The mating bond. I can’t think clearly,” he finally musters.

“Hodei, hey, sweetie. Stop. Stop for a second.” His hands instantly stop what they were doing (groping your ass). He looks at you very seriously, but his eyes are unfocused, and you start to get a bit concerned. “How can I help, what’s happening?” You ask, you are desperate for him, too, but there’s an edge to his movements, the way he’s grinding up on you without even realizing.

He moans, and it sounds like a broken plea. “I need you. I need to have you.”

“Okay, okay… Sit down.” He goes willingly, carrying you with him until he’s sitting on the sofa and you are straddling his lap. You don’t know what’s happening between the two of you, but you know it needs to happen, it’s a craving so deep and so primal you can’t fight it.

He starts kissing you again, and a fire you didn’t know existed starts burning inside of you. It’s like a flame ignited suddenly. You moan against his lips, your brain short-circuiting after so long without his kisses. A part of your brain, a logical part, tells you two weeks isn’t that long, but there’s a longing inside of you that just craves his touch, his lips, his dick…

“I need you. Hodei, please, darling. I need you, too,” you whine as he kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your hair… Anywhere he can reach. His touch is desperate, and it’s only making you hungrier for him. A broken plea leaves your lips: “Please,” and he growls, low and hard and almost feral.

And then it’s like something breaks between the two of you and your clothes are flying. You blink and you are naked, the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance as he grabs your hips and teases your pussy.

“Can… can I?” He asks, making you smile down at him, you hug his neck, pressing your chest against his, getting as close as possible as you nod. He doesn’t need any more signs before he’s lowering you and down and entering your welcoming heat.

He goes slow, but with every tiny fraction of his dick he feeds your hungry pussy, your body relaxes more and more. By the time he’s fully inside, you are dripping around his shaft and he’s letting out the most desperate sounds. It’s kind of cute, but you can barely process it before you are grinding against him.

It’s not more than a roll of your hips, his pubic bone hitting right against your clit as you ride him slowly. He doesn’t rush you, he barely moves, only helping you grind against him with his hands on your hips. You are pressed together so closely you can feel his heartbeat against yours, the hair of his chest tickling your sensitive nipples.

It’s frantic and desperate, barely a grind against each other as your pleasure skyrockets. Hodei is moaning against your head, and you are biting down on his neck not to let out more lewd sounds. It’s the most intimate sex you had, and that’s saying a lot because before you left for your trip you went at it like rabbits. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

His hands are massaging your ass-cheeks, and you are sucking a hickey so big against his throat you are sure you are going to be embarrassed about it later, but right now you only need to have him anyway you can. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and caressing.

He parts your ass-cheeks and his finger probes your asshole, making you buckle against him as a gush of juices make his movements even more delicious. You moan, and he responds with a whine.

You start moving faster, and he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you. You let out a choked breath as you feel the telltale sign of an impending orgasm approaching. “Let go for me. Let me feel how good I make you feel.” His words are all it takes for you to lose it.

You scream his name as you throw your head back, your hips bulking against his. He moans your name, lewd and desperate as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you, accompanied by the fullness of his knot as it settles inside of you. You moan, another round of aftershocks rocking your body as he grunts, more come warming your insides.

He comes for what feels like an eternity, but after a while his breathing is less labored, and you are able to form coherent thoughts again. His knot is still inside your pussy when you let out: “I think we should ask your mom about orc matings…” You chuckle at his offended noise.

“Did you just mention my mom when you are still full of my knot?” He asks with a painful groan. He sounds more like himself, his eyes not glassy anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you say with a chuckle, but it rapidly turns into full blown laughter. The movement of your body makes him groan, more come filling your insides as your laughter breaks into a moan.

“I hate you,” he mutters. But he rapidly rectifies: “No, that’s a lie. I fucking love you so much it feels like my heart is walking out of my body.” You let out a choked moan at that, squeezing your inner muscles to milk his knot. “I missed you so much,” he whispers against your lips, claiming your mouth once again.

When you break apart, you have to bite your lower lip to avoid smirking. “I missed you, too. But we do need to talk to your mom,” you remind him.

He groans again, his hands covering his face. “Okay.”