Gym slut: the worship

A/N: Hi darling, we are rapidly approaching the end of this story and it’s hurting my feelings to know so, but also makes me really happy bc once is finished I’m going to (after editing) publish it. I’m planning maybe two parts more of this story, and then it will be done. I’ll be revisiting them to add some snippets of their lives together, but the main plot will be done. I’m so very excited to keep going on this road and have you with me, so yeah… enough emotions. I just wanted to thank y’all for making this possible. <3

Inar x fem!reader || oral sex, dirty talk (lowkey), degradation (lowkey), overstimultion, squirting, this is basically porn with feelings

As soon as you arrived to your apartment building, he was walking around the car and grabbing you, bridal style. You tried not to giggle, feeling like a damsel in distress with his big arms around your body, his biceps bulging next to your head.

You gave up and did what you wanted most: you bite him. He grunted, looking down at you with a warning look as you smiled up at him and did it again. “Watch it, slut, you are hurt and I’m supposed to take care of you, so be good so I don’t have to punish you.” His words meant nothing. You knew it wasn't hurting him, because he flexed more, expecting another. You did it again, your hand joining and squeezing his muscles. He was just so fucking strong… ugh. You were a little bit crazy about it.

“What if I want to be punished?” He grunted again, squeezing your body against his as you giggled like a madwoman. It was so fun to be with him, so carefree and… calm. He made you feel happy in a way that nothing else had before. It was a quiet happiness, one that made your heart full. The three words you wanted to say were at the tip of your tongue...

But he distracted you enough not to blurt it out. “Don’t tempt me, you evil woman. You are injured. You are injured. You are injured,” he repeated.

You laughed again. “Are you repeating it to me or to yourself?”

He looked down at you, waiting patiently as you rummaged through your purse and opened the door. “I’m repeating it so I don’t bend you over the sofa and fuck you until you have so sass left in you,” he told you as soon as he crossed the threshold. (You tried not to think how similar to wedding traditions it felt.) Your pussy clenched and you let out a tiny whimper.

“Where’s the shower?” He asked next, walking into your living room without letting you down at all.

“In the bathroom,” you deadpanned, feeling extra bratty today. .

He frowned, but you could see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lip. “Don’t be a smart-ass.”

“In my bedroom, last door to the left.” He walked you there, not letting you down until he slowly sat you on the bed. He started to undress in front of you, his scrubs hitting the floor as you stared at his abs, mouth watering. “What are you doing?” You asked, not bothered by any of it, very much enjoying the show.

He pulled at the hem of your shirt and you let him take it off, breathing a bit faster when his eyes landed on your bra and he grunted. “I need a shower, and you need a shower… easy solution.”

“Is that so?” You asked him, reaching around your body and unclasping the bra. Your boobs sprung free as you tossed the bra over your shoulder. His eyes were fixated on your boobs and you felt powerful.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them he was looking over your head. “I don’t know if I like your bratty side.”

You smirked, leaning forward so you could grab the waistband of his boxers and tug a little. “You don’t? I think you like it very much…” You looked pointedly at his very noticeable hard on, clearly visible through the fabric of his boxers.

“Don’t look at it, you make it excited,” he said, faking embarrassment as he covered himself making you laugh so hard you had to hug your middle.

When you finally recovered your breathing, he was looking down at you, still half naked and with such a tender expression on his face that you felt your heart beat a little bit faster. He helped you remove the rest of your clothes, not commenting on your leopard pattern panties as he threw them somewhere. He pulled down his underwear and you swallowed hard, licking your lips. He grunted again, mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like “you are a good orc, remember that” as you laughed.

He grabbed you again, and walked to the bathroom, almost kicking the door down, making you chuckle. He sat you on the toilet as he turned on the water and helped you in slowly, reminding you not to put too much weight on your ankle.

He shielded the worst of the cold water from you, only turning you around when it was warm enough, his big body covering your back almost completely. He helped you clean up, holding your body against his, all his green naked skin slippery against your soft pink one as he slowly shampooed your hair, massaging your scalp until you felt your legs give out under you.

He caught you with a chuckle. “That good?” You nodded, your whole body relaxed.

He applied your favorite conditioner and proceeded to get you completely clean… with his hands. He massaged your body like his life depended on it, as you held onto his shoulders.

“Let me wash your hair, too,” you asked, using your pouty lips against him until he sighed, kneeling in front of you like a slave in front of his master.

You didn’t know why, but the movement made you feel all kinds of fluttery inside. You very carefully shampooed his hair, taking especial care around his pointy ears and making him almost purr with pleasure.

“That good?” You teased, and he grabbed onto your hip, squeezing in warning and making you laugh.

It was cozy and happy, not exactly sexual but building up to it, it was intimate. You were wet, and he was hard… but it felt like building up to the main event instead of the unstoppable passion that always drove your encounters. Which were always great, but this pace, this slow built up and tenderness was making you as horny as any dirty talk.

You helped each other rinse between kisses and soft touches. Then Inar handed you a towel and sat you on the toilet as he dried himself in front of you. His dick was hard, bobbing around comically as you dried yourself slowly, your mouth watering and your pussy tingling in anticipation. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you knew that glint in his eyes very well… and it always ended with you shivering after multiple orgasms.

He carried you back to bed, completely naked and with his hair still wet, little droplets falling on his shoulders and down his chest, making you thirsty. He broke your horny thoughts: “Does your ankle still hurt?” He looked worried, a little frown on his face.

“Just a little,” you told him, flexing it a bit to show him it wasn’t too bad.

He hummed, kneeling over you. “Okay, I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen here.” You nodded, caressing his arm and squeezing his bicep because you just loved how jacked he was. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you, and then I’m going to eat your slutty pussy until I’ve had my fill. You don’t get to decide when it’s enough, is that clear?” You nodded again. Your hands found his wet hair, caressing it until he moaned. It was so soft. “Stop distracting me, you smell so good right now, fuck…” He closed his eyes, breathing in as if it pained him, his dick twitching against your stomach, making you giddy.

“What do I smell like?” You asked, pulling lightly at his hair just to hear him moan again.

He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at you with emotions you couldn’t name, a tiny smile on the corner of his lips, framed with his beautiful tusks. “Like sunshine and happiness, but also like horniness and desire. It drives me insane.” His words made you gasp, and he only smiled. Not a smirk, not a teasing smile, but the softest expression ever as he positioned his body over yours and started slowly caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

He kissed down your neck, open mouthed kisses that felt incredible with the pressure of his tusks against your soft skin. He grunted at every taste, his tongue caressing your skin as if he was mapping it. He was being too slow, though, so you pulled at his hair, moving your hips trying to get him to go faster, to do something more…

He didn’t bulge.

He held you down as you squirmed, happiness radiating out of every one of your pores as he kept traveling down, each little kiss on your skin feeling like a promise and making your whole body react to him. You were wet, so, so wet. But in a way that you never experienced with him before. It was a low shimmer heat, not the high heat, fast arousal you were used to. It was quiet and calm, but not less intense. It was throwing you a bit off balance as he touched your body little by little, his frown of concentration making you want to kiss him senseless.

You giggled when his soft hair tickled your tummy as he dipped his tongue in your belly button. “What are you doing?”

“Savoring you,” he simply answered, continuing his movements south.

And when you thought he was finally going to get to the best part… he skipped it and grabbed one of your legs. Kissing the inside of your knee and ascending. And stopping right when he was getting close to your pussy, doing the same with the other leg.

By the time his breath was caressing your vulnerable flesh, you were dripping wet. And still he took his sweet time, tracing every tiny millimeter of your pussy with his tongue, his tusks framing it perfectly, making you feel every little movement he did.

He licked up and down and sideways, you didn’t know where you ended and his tongue began, he was all over, and you still needed more. You begged and moaned, and he still didn’t do anything, he rested his forearm across your lower abdomen pinning you to the bed as he did as promised: he took his fill.

The first orgasm caught you both off guard, washing over you like the sun on a cold winter day. It was intense and deep, not as explosive as others, but left you so relaxed he slipped two of his big fingers right in your pussy. You moaned, oversensitive but feeling so good you couldn’t tell him to do anything different.

He slowly finger-fucked you, his tongue and lips making out with your clit until you felt like you were on th edge again. The second he curled his fingers and pressed against your G-spot, you were gone. You screamed his name and pulled at his hair as you came and came.

He didn’t stop, sucking and moaning on your flesh as if you were his favorite dessert and he was staring. You came down from the orgasm, just to be greeted by another one, rocking your body and making your back arch as his fingers pressed more insistently to your G-spot. You could feel the next orgasm at the tip of your conscience, your toes curling and your body vibrating…

And then you squirted.

He grunted against your flesh, not pulling away but opening his mouth, swallowing as much as he could as he kissed and licked and milked every little bit of pleasure out of your body.

Once you were done and your body was limp on the bed, he let go of your legs, kissing up your body until he was devouring your mouth and you were making out intensely. He mumbled praises against your lips that you couldn’t understand, but you didn’t care, you were blissed out completely.

He helped you up, sitting you on a chair that was filled with clothes that he threw to the ground. He mumbled something about picking that up later as he asked you about sheets, your brain still offline after such intense round of orgasms. He changed the sheets as you stared at his naked body moving around, all that green skin moving and flexing, making you hungry.

You were still breathing hard when he picked you up again, laying next to you in bed, not saying anything about his still hard dick. “What about you? Let me…” You made grabby hands towards his dick and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Tomorrow you can do everything you want to me, but this was about you. It’s all about you,” his words sounded like a declaration, and you couldn’t argue with him, because he was so very warm cuddling you. You rested your head against his chest, tracing patters in his chest hair as you slowly closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his pecs… and fell asleep.

You didn’t hear his heart skipping a beat, or saw his pale face when he realized he might have a problem between his hands…