Set up by a baby-orc (part 10)

A/N: Hello there, my lovelies. This time we have chat combo from Unax’s phone, plus a bit more story from reader’s POV. Do you like this format (text image + shorter story) or do you prefer the updates I was bringing before? Let me know, and as always: enjoy!

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw, soulmates

You stared at your phone for hours, trying to figure out what to tell him. You did want to see his cat, but at the same time… You were a bit scared you wouldn’t know how to follow the conversation once he sent the pic of his cat. Your brain was going a thousand miles per minute, trying to decipher if you should tell him something more, or maybe prepare some kind of mental script… And before you realized it was midnight and you were still up, way past your normal bedtime.

You wake up the next day with a huge headache and being late for work, rushing through your morning routine and not even having time to prepare your lunch. So it’s a bit past noon, when you tell your boss you need to run to the supermarket to get something to eat. She smiles at you, a spark in her eyes that tells you she knows perfectly well what is happening with you. But she says nothing, and you are happy about it.

You are waiting in line for the check-up when you remember about the message. Shit. You left him on read. Fuck.

Without thinking about it twice, you respond that you’d love to see his cat, and it takes him less than two minutes to respond. That makes you feel giddy in the best way possible, but when you take out your sandwich and take the first bite, you almost choke when you read the message.

What?

You stare at your screen as new texts start flooding it. You giggle when you see the multiple apologies, biting down on your sandwich now that you can be sure you aren’t going to choke with another explicit message. You are walking back to the school when he sends the last text, being as dramatic as ever and making you chuckle out loud. Fuck…

He’s so adorable. Trying to save both of you the embarrassment of acknowledging that message, you send a short text his way, once again asking for his cat. That’s a safer topic, cats and pets are a great topic, and you really want to see his cat...

But you can’t avoid thinking about what her sister’s message said.

Would that feel good? Would that even fit inside of her? Cut the crap, you haven’t even kissed yet, your brain reminds you. And that’s right, you haven’t even kissed yet and you are thinking about his dick? What a pervert.

But you really, really would like to kiss him...