Set up by a baby-orc (part 14)

A/N: The heat is burning low but getting close to boiling… Wink

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || teasing, making out

Your heart is hammering in your chest, so loudly you can hear it in your ears as he closes the final distance between your mouths and your lips melt into a kiss. Your whole body reacts, an electric current running down your spine. It’s exhilarating, you barely touched lips and it’s already the best kiss you ever had. There’s something about it that is driving you completely mad with desire. You’ve been waiting for that kiss for so long that you can barely contain your hunger when you drive in again.

He’s barely moving, letting you explore, his lips are so soft, so much softer than you expected, and his tusks against your cheeks send a shiver of anticipation through your body. Those two points of contact are a reminder that you aren’t with a human boy, that you aren’t even with a man. You are kissing an orc, a monster… And you like that. You like that a lot.

It starts as chaste, but as soon as one of his hands finds your hair and tangles his fingers through it, you are done for. You whine against his soft lips and he responds with a tiny grunt. His tongue rolls over your lower lip, asking for permission. You open your lips further, allowing entrance as he groans. The tiny sound makes your whole body reacts, your panties getting wet and your body shivering in anticipation.

Your hands find their way into his short hair, and you pull at it, trying to get him as close as possible. You bite down on his lower lip and caressing it with your tongue after. He groans, and you whimper, how can a make out session be the hottest and most erotic experience of your life?

You feel every inch of your clothes over your hypersensitive body, and it drives you wilder. You push your body forward, half on top of him as you claim his mouth in a passionate kiss once again. He lets you work your tongue against his, a dance that makes pleasure ripple every one of your cells.

You make out for what feels like hours, but it’s probably only a few minutes. Your body craves more, your whole being craves more. But you know he’s right, and if you don’t stop now, you are going to give your neighbors a show and you aren’t exactly into exhibitionism (maybe, perhaps...).

He pulls back, breathing hard as you pant, sharing the air between the two of you as you smile against each other’s mouths. “We need to stop if you don’t want this to get indecent,” he whispers against your lips, but as soon as the words are out, he’s going for another kiss, that you fiercely reciprocate.

Your brain is sending you a thousand and one messages, most of them about reaching down, grabbing his dick and jerking him off right there. Or him reaching up your skirt until he can feel exactly how fucking wet you are, how your panties are completely drenched because of him.

You pull away a fraction, your hands pulling at his hair again, making him moan in front of your eyes. The expression on his face is pained and heated, and it makes heat pool in your lower belly. “Okay, just… one more,” you tell him leaning in again.

It’s messy and desperate, it’s hot as molten lava as you two melt into kiss after kiss. But you know it’s not the time yet, even if your pussy is loudly arguing about it. With pain in your heart (and in your pussy), you finally pull away.

He pecks on your lips one more time, his smile so big against yours that your lips barely touch. But it’s so good, your heart feels so full and your pussy so empty. You are tempted to ask him to go inside, take you to bed… But you aren’t that person, you have never been that girl. And he doesn’t let you hesitate about your comfort.

He rests his forehead against yours, his smile tender as your heart skips a beat. You can’t avoid the big smile mirroring his. He kisses your forehead next, a sweet farewell that only makes your heart get fuller, beat faster…

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says with a secret smile that makes your pussy clench. Fuck, it’s unfair how hot he is. You climb out of his car at the same time he says: “I’ll be thinking of you…”

You turn around in time to see him running his eyes up and down your body. You are pretty sure that he doesn’t mean in a SFW-way. He definitely means it in a sexy way. He’s going to go home and jerk off thinking about you... And you can’t wait to do exactly the same.