Gym slut: back to the gym

A/N: To clarify: yes, this particular gym is filled with slutty ppl who are sexually open. Enjoy!

Orc (Inar) x fem!reader x fem!minotaur || sharing is caring, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, anal play, dirty talk

The question he asked felt like a lifetime ago, but in reality it had been less than two weeks since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Girlfriend. Would you like to be my girlfriend? And you still hadn’t answered.

At first you were confused, but then with him getting sick, the weird encounter with his family and urgent matters at work… You hadn’t talked to him, well, you did talk to him all the time via text, but the answer to a question like that seemed more of a face-to-face response. You were more than sure you were going to say yes, you were crazy for him and you kept thinking it would disappear, that the connection you feel for him inside your chest would dissipate and you wouldn't feel it anymore. You’d get tired…

But you didn’t.

Every second you weren’t with him you were thinking about him, and it was still scary, the idea of being with him as something serious, the idea of sharing your life with somebody… But what scared you the most is what a life without Inar would look like, the glimpse you got when you went to his house. It was too easy, too comfortable to be with him, and sometimes it scared you that it was just a dream, just an illusion and it would turn out to be all fake… He made an indent in your heart and you weren’t sure you wanted to fill it with anything else, you wanted him. Everyday, everywhere. Just him.

You walked into the gym already greedy to see him, your insides dancing as you changed as fast as possible and walked into the machine’s room. You already knew he was there, he texted you at the crack of dawn to tell you he would be there, that he was missing your face and wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless. You didn’t swoon… Not at all. But you might or might not have kicked your feet under your sheets and proceeded to run through your morning routine so you could be at the gym in record time.

Your eyes found him instantly, his big green body lifting weights across the room. You approached slowly, he had your back to you and the slow movement of his muscles as he lifted weights was more than distracting. You didn’t even know you had something about wide backs until right then, but he looked good enough to eat. But truth be told, he always looked good enough to eat.

“Guess who?” You asked covering his eyes from behind, the tips of your thumbs rubbing against his pointy ears, making him shiver as you smiled as big as you could. You missed him so fucking much.

He was facing away from you, but you could feel his smile in the posture of his whole body. It was like having you close made something in him relax. He chuckled, not letting go of the weights, making his muscles bulge. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, hot damn.

“Mmmm, I don’t know, maaaaaaaybe the most beautiful little slut in the world,” he answered, making your heart skip a beat and your pussy got all tingly with the degrading name.

You couldn’t hold yourself back and leaned down to hug his neck, squeezing a bit too hard and making him let out a choked breath, releasing the weights that landed with a soft thud against the metal. You inhaled deeply against his hair, he smelled like clean sweat and something so distinctively him… It was intoxicating in the best way possible.

“I missed you,” he said, turning around on the seat and dragging you down, startling his big thighs and making you let out a yelp as his hands found your ass instantly. He ground you against his crotch, where his dick was twitching and filling up. “Did you miss me, too, little slut?” He asked against your lips, his tone soft and affectionate, a hint of vulnerability dancing around his words.

Instead of answering, you leaned down and claimed his mouth with a hard kiss that made him whimper against your lips, surprising you both. You smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss, pulling at his hair trying to get him closer, even if that was physically impossible, and he moaned again. You loved when he made sounds like that. It drove you insane, your body reacting instantly.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked when he pulled back, his big hands massaging your ass until you were groaning and hiding your face in his neck. You bite down hard and he grunted, pushing his hips up and letting you feel what having you so close was doing to him. Fuck.

You chuckled, trying to calm your erratic heart. “Well, well, some orc promised me a workout and now only wants to go fuck?” You wanted that, too, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“Oh love,” your heart skipped a beat, but he continued like he didn’t just called you love. “I can get a workout while I fuck you, win-win situation,” he joked.

But you knew you were there to exercise. As much as you’d love to fuck him right then and there, you’d been procrastinating for a while and you liked to be active. Also, it made it all better when he finally fucked you if you first played a bit, if you teased each other until you both were desperate.

He seemed to think the same. “Come on, I’ll spot you,” he conceded, patting your ass to indicate you should get up from his lap. “And then we fuck,” he whispered against your ear, making you groan as your nipples got hard in your sports bra. It was very noticeable, and he let you know by pinching them as you stepped back from his lap. “Such a slut for dirty talk…” He mumbled more to himself than to you, but it worked either way, leaving you needy and wondering why the fuck did you say anything about working out when what you wanted more was to ride his dick until he was filling you up to the brim.

Just like he did before, all those weeks ago, he took full advantage of working out with you, teasing you until your pussy was so wet you could feel it every time you moved and your panties soaked through, a damp patch appearing at your leggings.

He only chuckled every time he slapped your ass, and you whimpered, pressing his hard dick against your side every time he “helped” with the weights. But you knew better, and the glint in his eyes spoke mischief and wickedness. He knew what he was doing with all his teasing, and every time he leaned down and stole a kiss from your pouty lips, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

It was… great.

Working out with him and playing like you were two overexcited honeymooners was the last straw in you holding back whatever was blooming inside your heart. The affection developed into something more and you couldn’t avoid it anymore. You didn’t want to avoid it anymore.

So next time he leaned down to kiss you, you grabbed him by the hair with a bit more force than needed, holding him against your mouth and kissing him until you were both moaning, sweat pooling at the back of your neck as his hands grabbed your waist and pressed his big body against yours.

“I need you,” you whispered against his lips, his tusks framing your lips and caressing your skin, urging you to get out of there, to feel those same tusks against southern regions of your body. “Please, Inar, I need you so bad,” you repeated, your eyes pleading as you meet his.

He didn’t need much convincing, his grin big when he pulled back and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him and giving you flashbacks to your first time together. This time he pushed the door of the girl’s changing room, making you gasp as he pressed your back against the lockers and started grinding his hard erection against your stomach. Fuck, you missed his dick so much.

“Get those clothes off if you don’t want them ripped,” he warned before pulling his own shirt over his head, throwing it behind him on a bench. “You looked so good, you’ve been teasing me with those tight leggings since you arrived, and I haven’t tasted you in forever. My slut, my needy pussy all wet for me, I bet you’d let me do anything I want to you right now.” The possessiveness in his tone and his words got right to you, your clit screaming for attention as you whine because he was right. He was so, so right.

It’s been a long while since you fucked. More than a week, more than two weeks, and your whole body is trembling in anticipation to get him inside of you again. “Fuck me, please,” you begged.

You know in other circumstances he would have argued, but you could almost feel the heat coming out of his pores, his skin hot against yours when he stepped into your personal bubble. “Just because you asked so nicely,” he whispered before claiming your mouth in another intense kiss, devouring you, claiming you.

He turned your body around, setting your hands against the bench in the middle of the locker, facing the door as he covered your back with his big body. Your panties were still on, and true to his word, he ripped them right off. You moaned at the sensation, the feral way in which he was moving was setting your whole body on fire. You moaned his name and he grunted, parting your ass cheeks with his hands and exposing you to his hungry eyes.

“You are so pretty, so wet for me, such a good slut all ready to be fucked,” his dirty words sent a shiver down your spine. “Do you want it, slut? Do you want my cock?” You knew he was asking for permission, he could be degrading and possessive, but he always wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your vision blurry with need. You needed him like you needed your next breath, you couldn’t hold back and you wriggled your ass in his direction, earning a slap and a low growl that made your insides twist.

That was all the heads up you got before his big tip was pressing against your entrance, and he was pushing inside. He went in slow but unstopping, until he was fully settled inside and you both were panting. It had been too long since you felt him inside and it was even better than you remembered. You could feel him in the back of your throat, so deep and so big, it always surprised you how well you two fit together. It felt marvelous, magic, like your whole soul was being ripped apart and put together by his dick.

He thrust a couple times, tunneling into you and claiming you as his hands made indents on your hips, making you. And then, the real fucking began. He set a punishing pace, fucking in and out of you and covering your mouth with his hand to muffle most of your noises. He chuckled every once in a while when you screamed so loudly it was heard even with your mouth covered. But he kept fucking you, tilting your hips up so he was rutting against your G-spot in a way that made your toes curl and your brain melt.

You were almost there, you could feel the orgasm at the edge of your vision…

And then the door opened.

She caught you just like that, bent over and getting fucked by your huge orc… (friend? Friend with benefits? Boyfriend? Maybe boyfriend.) But when Inar fucked you in a new angle, you stopped thinking about tags and focused on the gorgeous minotaur in front of you. She was tall, as tall as Inar, and her horns almost touched the ceiling. She was stunning and imposing, all strong muscles and chiseled abs. You were a bit distracted from the dick pounding into your pussy, and Inar slapped your ass to get you back into it. But he didn’t stop.

You recognized the exact moment she saw what was in front of her, when she saw you. Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at your contorted pleasured face.

“Do you like her, slut? Do you want her to join?” Inar asked behind you, his pace not flattering as he kept pounding into your welcoming heat and driving you insane with desire.

You couldn’t answer, your body was jelly and you couldn’t verbalize the giant yes flashing in your brain. You nodded fervently your head bobbing as fast as he thrust inside of you. The newcomer approached you two slowly, asking something to Inar that you couldn’t process. You heard him agreeing, saying something about not touching him or kissing you, and you almost smiled, before he thrust hard against your G-spot, sending your brain into short-circuit again.

Not two seconds later, the minotaur was pulling off her clothes and kneeling before you, her hands on your boobs, pinching your erect nipples, and licking your neck until you were squirming, not knowing if you wanted more or less of what they were giving you.

“Such a good girl for your partner. Are you going to be a good girl for me, too?” You moaned at her words, the slapping sound of your bodies echoing in the locker.

She leaned down and kissed your cheek, cupping your boobs with more intent and driving you almost to the edge. She teased your nipples until they felt raw and abused and your pussy was gushing around Inar’s cock. She stopped her torture and walked around you, standing besides your orc. You turned your head, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but Inar held you still, fucking you harder than before as punishment.

“Does he feel good? His dick looks huge, I bet he’s stretching you so well…” The minotaur teased, her hands cupping your ass and probing your entrance with her thumb. Inar groaned, his hands parting your cheeks to giver her better access.

Inar slapped your ass. “Answer her, slut. Tell her how big I feel inside of you, how well you take my cock,” the roughness of his treatment added to his words made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body went lax as you almost orgasmed, but he pinched your nipple hard enough to stop it, making you whine.

“Ye- yes,” you stuttered. “You feel huge. So thick, so deep,” you were saying non-sense but you couldn’t care less. They were driving you insane.

She pushed against your asshole, her free hand rounding your body and rubbing your clit until you were screaming at the top of your lungs for them to let you come. They laughed in unison, watching you squirm as they played with your holes.

“Look at her, she’s so wet, so needy… Isn’t my slut beautiful?” Inar asked, you moaned again, and the minotaur hummed in agreement, slipping the tip of his finger inside of your asshole. You groaned at the invasion. It felt so good.

She grabbed some of your wetness and added it to your back door, pushing his thumb inside and pressing down against the thin wall between your ass and Inar’s dick. The sensation was exhilarating, your eyes rolling back into your head as you came messily around Inar’s cock, moaning so loudly you feared somebody else would arrive.

But nobody did.

And they kept playing with your holes and clit, the combination of hands and touches sending you over a roller-coaster of sensations, propelling you to new heights, and before you realized you were on the edge again.

Inar’s pace fluttered, his rhythm becoming erratic as the minotaur let out encouraging words, her hand disappearing from your clit, and when you looked over your shoulder. She was rubbing her own pussy, flicking her clit and making you go cross eyed as the second orgasm washed over you.

Inar wasn’t far behind, grabbing your hips with so much force you knew there would be bruises there later. You didn’t care, you couldn’t care. He was filling you with so much come you could feel it spilling around the base of his dick, you could almost feel his knot forming, but you knew he wouldn’t. Both of you had work today, and you couldn’t stay stuck on his dick. Even if you wanted to.

When you came down from your orgasm and you had so much orc’s come dripping down your thighs, it felt like you peed yourself, the minotaur lady leaned down, patting your head and kissing your forehead as she told you how pretty you were and how she hoped to find you two at the gym at some other point. You blushed, and she laughed when she disappeared into a shower stall. Just like that.

The first time you shared on the gym, Inar disappeared with deliciously humiliating words, but this time around, he didn’t leave you there. He helped you to your feet and carried you to one of the shower stalls, closing the door behind him and caressing your body as he cleaned you up. You were lax against his arms, seated and relaxed after those incredible orgasms.

He did a fast job cleaning himself, kissing you senseless until your pussy was tingly once again and you could feel his dick filling up. “We have work,” he said out loud, reminding himself more than you.

You grinned as you stepped outside. He used his shirt to cover his dick as he tiptoed out of the woman’s locker-room, his ass jiggling and making you laugh as he asked you to meet him outside.

But when you went outside to wait for him to change, your brain was wired up again. Is this good? Are we good having sex with other people? Is that normal? There was a list of weird questions you had no answer to. You didn’t know if it was normal, you didn’t talk about it before and you were extra confused. You didn’t want to stop, you had fun with it, but also if you said yes to being his girlfriend… did that mean you wouldn’t have random sex at the gym anymore? You didn’t know if you wanted to give that up.

Inar kissing your neck as he hugged you from behind broke you out of your spiral of thoughts. He was smiling down at you, but there was something more in his eyes you couldn’t fully process. You wanted to ask, you wanted to tell him you wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to say so many things, but when you opened your mouth nothing like that came out.

“That was so hot,” you said instead, cursing yourself silently for being so awkward.

Inar smiled, but it was forced, like if something was paining him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he stopped, closing it back up and kissing you softly before turning around and walking to his car.

That couldn’t be it. It wouldn’t. You wanted him, you craved him, and the second he turned his back on you, you were more sure than ever what you wanted.

“Inar!” You called out after him. He stopped on his tracks and turned to look at him, a few meters away. He said nothing, expecting you to say whatever you wanted. You had a total of one second of hesitation before you almost screamed: “Yes.” He arched a brow, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, his tusks gleaming in the early light as you blushed. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you clarified.

It took him less than two seconds to sweep you off your feet, hugging you tightly as he claimed your mouth in a maddening kiss that left your heart beating erratically and your pussy tingly again. With that kiss all your wonders and questions were forgotten. You’d figure it out. You would… together.

When you parted, he kissed your lips one more time, as if he didn’t want to let you go just yet. It warmed your heart in the best way possible, and you parted ways with a smile on your mouth.

What you didn’t see was Inar’s worried face, the opportunity to tell you what he’d been hiding passed and now he didn’t know what to do when happiness was so close he could almost touch it… but he had to tell you soon.