Gym slut: the accident

A/N: This is probably one of my fav parts of this series, and I give you a glimpse of the next one... Very, very excited!

Orc (Inar) x fem!reader || tooth-rooting fluff, sfw

You’d lived in a cloud since the other day at the gym, your contentment so profound you can’t stop smiling. To the point people at your work had asked what was wrong with you, and why didn’t you stop smiling. You should probably check why they thought you were such a downer, but you couldn’t even care. You were floating and everything felt more colorful and joyful around you. People could go fuck themselves if they wanted to ruin your good mood.

Since you and Inar made it “official”, he hadn’t stopped sending you messages every free second he got. And now, every time your phone lighted up with a new notification, your heart did a little flip, and the butterflies in your stomach got all crazy and excited.

You saw each other at the gym every morning, but because your combined hectic schedule, you couldn’t actually stop to get some fun at the gym, neither you could hang out after work. And it was slowly killing you. It was like your whole soul called for him, and now that you were in a relationship, you wanted his dick more than you wanted anything else.

But even dick-less, you were so happy you couldn’t even deny that you were a little bit in love with him… Maybe a lot more than “a little”, but it was too fast for that, right? You’d know each other for less than two months, you couldn’t be in love with him… But you were getting there. (You most definitely were already there but you couldn’t verbalize it just yet.)

You were so focused on thoughts of Inar, that you didn’t pay attention to the mess on the floor next to your desk. Suddenly, the floor was approaching to your face, and you barely had time to catch yourself, but not before you feel an awful pain shoot from your ankle up your leg.

“Holy shit!” You screamed, holding your ankle as a single tear goes down your cheek and your coworkers rushed in your direction. There was some commotion and many voices pretending to know what to do in these situations. “Shut up!” You told them with more force than intended, your head was already pounding because the pain was really bad. Your good mood soured. “Somebody needs to take me to the ER,” you said in a calmer tone.

You didn’t even process who was helping you up and leading you into a car, you were trying to breathe deeply not to start crying, but the pain was shooting up your leg to the point of wanting to scream. Ugh, you were so fucked.

And you were so focused on your pain and not to move your feet around that you didn’t realize you were in Inar’s hospital until your coworker was walking you through the ER doors. You shivered, and tried to decide if you should tell Inar you were there or not. You didn’t want to worry, and above that, you didn’t want him asking why you fell… It would be so embarrassing to tell him you were so pussy-whipped by him that you couldn’t even look where you were going.

The doctor checked you out, and they did some scans and everything they said was needed. Thanks to the goddess the first thing they did was give you something for the pain, so you were giggly and pain-free when you saw Inar appear at the ER doors.

He was an orc on a mission, looking straight at you with a frown that could defeat enemies if he set his mind to it. People moved to the side when he walked to you.

“Hi, honey,” you joked when Inar was close enough to your bed. You smiled up at him and sighed, he was so damn handsome and so strong and big and good goddess you couldn’t wait to get him alone.

His frown deepened and his lips tilted downwards, making him look a bit funny. You had to bite your lip to avoid giggling. “Don’t sweet talk me,,” he told you, his tone harsh. “What happened? You fell? At the office? How did you manage that?” He was checking your now wrapped ankle. He touched lightly your leg before looking at your face again, and your whole body lighted up.

“Mmmm, do that again,” you urged, leaning back and breathing slowly, content.

He did it again, wrapping his big hand around your knee and squeezing. How could a simple touch feel so fucking good? “What happened?” He repeated.

“Well, I was rushing to my desk and there was stuff on the ground,” you explained. Your brain felt fuzzy, like when you had a couple drinks and your body was all relaxed and languid. You wanted to feel like that forever.

He was caressing up and down your leg and it was a bit more than distracting. “Who put that stuff there?” He asked next, making you blink slowly at him.

“I did,” you said in a whisper, looking down embarrassed.

He pinched your chin between his fingers and made you look at his face. His eyes were tender and affectionate, and made your heart beat a bit faster. “You should be more careful, I got worried sick when they paged me saying my girlfriend was in the ER,” his tone was softer and made your insides melt.

Fuck, you liked that big dude so fucking much you wanted to scream it at the top of your lungs. But then you realized what he said. “They paged you?” You looked to the side, where a naga nurse that was trying very hard to act like she wasn’t eavesdropping. “They shouldn’t have done that.” You frowned, throwing daggers with your eyes at said naga, who you were sure was the one who snitched on you.

“Of course they should! You are my girlfriend I want to know if you are admitted to the hospital,” he sounded so offended that you couldn’t hold back the giggle. “It’s not funny, I was worried sick.” You nodded, grabbing the hand still on your leg and pulling it up to kiss his palm. He smiled at you, in an intimate way that turned your insides crazy with butterflies.

“I’m sorry, boyfriend.” You kissed his hand again, and he leaned down to steal a soft kiss. You smiled against his mouth, the corners of your lips touching his tusks.

“Say that again,” he whispered against your lips, a smile making his whole face light up.

“I’m sorry?” He arched an eyebrow, amused. “Boyfriend,” you repeated, dragging the word out slowly.

“I like that,” he said with a bigger smile. But then he leaned to the side and added against your ear: “I’m going to make you repeat it when I’m balls deep inside your pussy later, slut,” he whispered against your ear, making you blush and let out a very undignified yelp. He pulled back with a mischievous smirk. “What did the doctor say?”

“It’s just a sprain, but it was swollen really badly so they had to give me some good drugs. I have to keep weight out of it for a couple of days, and then take it easy for a few more, nothing major.” He nodded along your explanation, his hands checking your wrapped ankle again, without applying pressure, just a simple caress over it.

“Good, I can ta-” His phone beeped, breaking his stare. He checked it, just to curse very loudly. “Shit, I have to go.” He looked torn, like he didn’t want to go but he knew he was needed someplace else. There was probably a tiny baby someplace on the hospital that needed his help.

You nodded, signaling for him to go. “Okay, I’m getting discharged either way, I’m going to call a taxi and…”

He cut you mid phrase. “No,” the monosyllable sounded more like a growl than a word. “I’ll be done in an hour, wait for me so I can drive you home and make sure you are really keeping weight out of it.”

You were about to argue, but his pleading look made your heart go all soft, and you nodded, smiling when he kissed the tip of your nose and took off almost running. You thought about what he said and decided to go visit Ivy at the maternity floor. You’d been visiting her at least a couple times a week and asking Inar to check on her regularly.

The baby was born fine, but after a couple of days at home he developed some breathing issues, so now they were back at the hospital and you were worried sick for your newest friend and her cute as hell tiny dragon baby.

You called the naga nurse over, asking if somebody could help you move around the hospital and she was more than happy to do it herself. She you get to the maternity wing, passing you to somebody else with a wink and a heads up that you were Inar’s girlfriend. They smirked down at you and directed you to the room you were looking for, your face so hot it felt like burning lava.

You opened the door to find Ivy breastfeeding a very cute, very blue-ish scaled baby. The tiny thing was so cute you wanted to squeeze him against your body. Maybe later. You weren’t one for having kids, but you loved how cute babies were, if they weren’t pooping, or screaming, or crying… Well, maybe you just liked the concept of babies.

You spent the whole time talking, and finally got Ivy to tell you a bit about her past, about what made her have to move while pregnant… And it wasn’t pretty. It was really fucked up and this time your insides turned for very different reasons. You were angry at somebody you hadn’t even met, you were angry on behalf of your friend and you wanted nothing else but to help her got her life back.

True to his word, an hour later there was a knock on the door.

The worry and anger in your gut were burning, but when Inar appeared, you breathed a little bit easier. “Are you ready to go?” He asked with the biggest smile possible, the one that made his eyes twinkle with inner light and his tusks to glimmer under the fluorescent lights. He looked good enough to eat.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He approached you and helped you to your feet, his arm around your waist, almost carrying you completely. “I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you two,” you told Ivy. She smiled and send a wink your way, but her eyes remained sad, making your heart ache for her.

Inar stopped pretending he wasn’t carrying all your weight as soon as you closed the door, pushing you up and keeping your feet off the ground. He was carrying you with only one arm, and his flexed bicep next to your head was begging you to bite it.

You were about to when he asked: “Why were you frowning when I arrived?” You fell a bit more in love with him when he looked down at you with worry all over his face.

“Ivy told me a bit more about her story and… It’s not pretty. I won’t betray her trust telling you, but just… She’s going to need protection. The supernatural kind of protection,” as soon as the words were out of your mouth Inar was frowning, your worries mirrored in his eyes. And you fell in love with him a tiny bit more.

“She should talk to Isaak,” Inar suggested, looking at you with a tiny smile, but the worry lines in his forehead didn’t disappear.

Isaak was a trainer at the gym that offered self defense classes for humans and monsters alike. He was a very big, very rough orc, but the couple classes you took with him were very comprehensive and you did feel better after them. He could teach her some self defense, maybe that would help her a little bit. You would have to tell her about it.

He directed you to his truck, and you almost asked why, when you remembered your coworker drove you here and your car was still parked at the office. Shit.

“Come on, I’ll take you home and help you shower.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked him with a smirk, your eyebrow arched as he helped you onto his big truck.

Memories of the last time you were in that truck make your body tingle. Riding him, taking his knot, being filled to the brim… Fuck, your pussy was already needy for him.

“Yes, I’m selfless like that,” he joked, making you let out a big belly laugh that startled him, but suddenly he was smiling at you again and everything else faded to the background. You’d do anything to see him smile like that every single day for as long as he would have you.

Maybe it was too late to deny that you were in love with your gymbro orc.