Set up by a baby-orc (part 12)

A/N: Things are getting heated, yay! More texts and more little interactions within my brain’s universe. Can you spot it? Let me know in the comments and where do you think Unax is taking reader for the date.

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw

You spent all evening yesterday texting him, the early work day on Friday making you all giddy for your date. You joked and flirted, and your whole body felt hot every time your phone rang. He was teasing and funny, and made you want to tease right back, chuckling and giggling, kicking your feet with every new text. It was like the most amazing and cute foreplay ever, and it was making you all kinds of excited. And when he teased about being handsome, your body almost melted into the sofa as you read it. His response made you laugh out loud, a warmth spreading inside of you a settling around your heart like a vice.

And when you wake up the next day, your nerves are all over the place and the giddiness fades into the background, anxiety taking his place. You’ve hung out already, but it was never like this. You never had a date with him. What if he doesn’t like you after knowing you better? What if you don’t like him? Unlikely, but who knows? Your brain is running a thousand miles per minute as you try to find something to wear. What does somebody wear for a date with her orc crush?

You try about a thousand outfits. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but at least a dozen. And when you think you can’t deal with your nerves and frustration anymore, you do what you always do in those situations… You call your best friend.

She picks up after a couple rings, “Hello there my lovely friend, what’s up?” Her voice instantly makes you more relaxed.

“I need your help. I don’t know what to wear.” You let out in single breath, not even caring that he can barely understand you.

“Uuuuuuuh, the date with the orc,” her tone teasing, and you can hear one of her boyfriends in the background laughing at something. “Just don’t wear anything. Put on a coat and flash him when he picks you up. That way you’ll just have a good evening in.” She moves her eyebrows in a way that means to be suggestive but only makes her look crazy.

You huff at her, leaving your phone on the table, supported by the lovely plant Unax gifted you. “Stop joking! I’m freaking out.” You move round, picking clothes just to see how they look and throwing them over your shoulder again.

“He’s obsessed with you, he won’t care!” Your friend says over the phone, chewing very loudly as you look at her, annoyed.

Her minotaur boyfriend peeks over her shoulder, waving at you with a tiny smile. “Wear something casual, a skirt with a nice top would be okay,” he says, kissing your bestie’s head and disappearing again.

“I love him more than you,” you tell her, looking around for something that fits that description.

She laughs, and you can hear her orc boyfriend laughing in the background, too. “No, you don’t,” she retorts with a pout.

You chuckle, picking up what he suggested. You show the camera the short flowery skirt with a white top that hugs your curves perfectly. “This okay?” You try not to sound too anxious. She gives you a thumbs up, too focused on chewing to answer verbally. You frown at her, approaching the phone again. “I’m hanging up.”

“Love you!” She says, mouth open in a kiss and showing you the food in her mouth.

“DUDE! Gross!” You screech.

“But you love me!” She says, tongue out and showing you more of her food. Good goddess, sometimes having a best friend is very weird. Why does she have to be so annoying and so fucking amazing.

“I don’t know why, but I do,” you let out in a sigh.

“Call me tomorrow to tell me everything!” You nod and hang up with a tiny smile playing on your lips.

You get dressed and stare at yourself in the mirror, the outfit doing wonders to your figure and making you feel less anxious. You put on some blush and mascara, deciding not to wear lipstick just in case you make out like teenagers. You try not to get too excited at the thought, but anticipation is building inside of you thinking about finally kissing him.

Your phone rings with a new text, and your heart skips a beat when you see it’s Unax. It only reads “OMW”, and you can’t stop yourself from doing a little dance as you grab your purse, checking yourself out one last time in front of the mirror.

And that’s how you find yourself, waiting patiently at your building’s door when Unax car appears, music blasting and the biggest smile ever on his precious face when he exits the door and approaches you. He looks good enough to eat, big and thick and looking extremely lumberjack-y with his plaid shirt and jeans. You want to melt into a puddle just looking at him. Fuck, he looks good.

“Hi there,” you let out in a high voice that sounds breathless.

And when he leans in to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your panties almost fly out of your body. “Hello, beautiful. Are you ready?” You nod, unable to make your mouth talk because of how dry is all of sudden.

Your whole body burns with the craving of big orc for dinner. Or dessert. Or breakfast… Or better yet: all three. You didn’t know you were such a horndog, but there’s something about him that just makes your insides boil… and you aren’t sure you want to fight it.

The date is going to be interesting…