Out of jealousy (part 3): disaster date

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A/N: Happy bday Shy! Hope you have a great one and this is as cute as intended. <3

Orc (Hodei) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff, kind of suggestive

“Let’s have a date,” he says in a random Wednesday.

You are chilling in your living room, he was scrolling through his phone as you worked on some crafts you’d been procrastinating on for a while. Having a thousand hobbies is great in theory, but when you want to do everything… you end up doing nothing. But you’ve been pretty consistent with your embroidery lately, currently working on a piece for Hodei’s mom’s birthday.

“What?” You ask absently. You had been too focused to fully process what he just said.

“We’ve done a lot of things together,” the way his voice drops at the end makes you blush remembering some of those things… but he continues. “But I haven’t taken you to a proper date, yet.” You stop what you are doing and look at him, confused.

“What do you mean? You cooked me dinner last night.” Even if we didn’t get to eat it till much later, you add in your brain with a little smile.

He’s right that you spent most of your time indoors, most precisely inside your room or his room, but you like his company in general, so it’s just nice to have him share space with you when you are doing mundane stuff.

He sighs, as if he’s reading your mind. “But I mean a real date. One where I take you out and you put on a nice dress so I can drool over you as we have dinner.” His smirk is framed by his shiny tusks and your brain short-circuits for a second, he’s so fucking beautiful.

You blink twice before responding, in the only way you can: teasingly. “You drool over me when I’m wearing pajamas, dude,” you joke with a chuckle.

He doesn’t laugh, just looks down with a light redness in his cheeks. You know you are right, you’ve seen him looking at you with hunger every time you wear one of his shirts to walk around the house. You’ve felt his reaction to that, too… Very deep inside of you.

He blushes harder and then stutters his response: “I know… I do. It’s just… I just…” You look at him, studying his posture and the way he’s looking down like something is worrying him for real.

“What’s the matter?” You ask him, forgetting about your teasing.

“You went out with him, but you’ve never been out with me.” He finally lets out, his voice soft and pained. Fuck.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a few deep breaths and finally looks up, locking eyes with you. “I- You-,” he stutters. Then he tries again after another long breath: “That first night you went out on a dinner with him and then I fucked it up and it hadn’t occurred to me that you might like those kind of fancy dinners where I take you to a restaurant and we eat overpriced food and then share a piece of cake for dessert.”

“You don’t share dessert,” you say without thinking, your brain not fast enough to process the rest of his words.

“I don’t. But… I’ll do it with you,” he says, a tiny smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

That does surprise you. You’ve seen him do a lot of things through all the years you’ve known each other, but never, never, has he shared his food with anybody. Especially his dessert. He has the sweetest tooth in the universe.

“You’d share your dessert with me?!” You almost scream, your voice high pitched as your heart skips a beat.

“Why do you look so surprised? Of course I would!” He looks annoyed at your reaction, and you almost burst out in giggles because of the face he’s making, as if he’s smelling the worst cauliflower in the world.

“Dude… You… You love me,” you let out in a rush, completely blown away by the realization.

He frowns at you, stunned by your words. “What? Of course I do, I told you that. Multiple times.” He definitely had, telling you how much he loves you every chance he got. And you love him back, but the reality of it didn’t click until that exact moment.

“Yeah, yeah… You have but it just hit me. You really love me.” You look at him still blown away. “I- I’ll go on a date with you,” you finally say. The smile he gives you in return is so big and so precious you know you’d do anything to see it every day for the rest of your life. “I love you, too,” you add in a soothing tone.

Two days later you are getting dressed in an uncomfortable dress that makes your ass look incredible but also squeezes your boobs in a way that makes breathing harder, when he smirks at you. You’ll endure dinner for him, you will…

You are trying to give yourself a pep talk as you tie your sandals around your ankles and he gets out of the bathroom with black dress pants and a white shirt that makes his forearms look indecent when he rolls his sleeves up. You want nothing more than to call off dinner and eat him instead, but he’s so excited… fuck.

He drives you to a nice restaurant, kind of fancy but not fancy enough to be horrible to stand around. Still… The dinner is a disaster.

The first course is cold, and you have to ask the server to reheat it. The food is mediocre, and the drinks are very mild. There’s a kid crying somewhere in the restaurant, and the table next to you has the most obnoxious ogre in existence, laughing too loud, cutting his partner’s speech halfway to add stupid remarks… Overall, it’s just a bad evening.

And it’s getting to him. And to you.

You can barely talk over the noise of other conversations (and the awful ogre). Your feet hurt and your boobs are starting to feel itchy because they’ve been so confined in the dress. You still feel a bit better when he looks down at them and licks his lips, but you still aren’t having a good time.

And neither is he.

He gets up to get to the bathroom and you follow, his eyes were sad half the time you were in the restaurant, and every time you look at him your heart beats erratically. He looks amazing, but his mood is souring as time passes, and it’s making your own mood go downhill.

“Hodei, hey!” You call after him. He stops mid hallway. There’s nobody around and you catch up with him, but he takes a step back when you try to hug his middle. You try to act as if it doesn’t hurt you deeply, but you understand it.

“I’m so sorry this night was even worse than the last date you went to,” he lets out half choked. You feel your heart get all gooey for your big soft orc.

“Come here,” you tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling his body to yours. You are looking up at his warm eyes when you say very slowly: “I don’t care about fancy dates or restaurants, I only care about you. I love doing stuff with you, doesn’t matter what… We can go to the fanciest restaurant, or we can stay at home for hours sharing silence, I don’t care as long as you are there with me, understood?” He nods softly, but you aren’t convinced he truly understands. “I love you, you’re my best friend, my mate.” The last word makes him growl, a big smile spreading on his face as he grabs your waist and lifts you up until he can kiss you, deep and sensual.

“Say that again,” he says against your ear. Your legs are hanging and his hands are squeezing your butt in a very non-public acceptable way.

So instead of obeying, you ask him: “Take me home?” His tusks rubbing your cheeks in the most delicious way as he leans down to give you another short kiss.

You smile at him, leaning to bite his lower lip softly, and his growl makes you whimper. You see the exact second his mind changes and he stops caring about anything else. “I’ll ask for the check,” he says putting you down.

“What about dessert?” You asks with a chuckle.

“We taking it with us!” He says over his shoulder, marching to the waitress with his card already in his hand.

Needless to say, you do share a piece of chocolate cake… in your room… licking it off his abs and then tongue-feeding parts of it to him as he pants beneath you.