Gym slut: the nursed nurse

Inar (orc) x fem!reader || sfw, hurt/comfort, sick-story (?)

After that date, your brain couldn’t stop thinking about what Inar said. I want you to be my girlfriend. His words were on a loop inside your head, repeating constantly at every waking moment. And at night, you dreamed of him. You dreamed about all the filthy things you did together, and all the ones you wanted to do, but most of all, you dreamed of him in a more normal setting: grocery shopping with him, having a normal night enjoying a meal together and snuggling on the sofa, going to the flea market on the weekends… And that domestic bliss scared the shit out of you.

It wasn’t like you were afraid of commitment, you wanted to commit. But something inside of you knew there was more to the story, like there was something missing in the big scheme of things that was your chaotic relationship. You were confused.

You wanted all the filth, all the degradation and humiliation, and maybe sharing once in a while… But you wanted so much more. You wanted the same he wanted, so why were you so fucking scared of just accepting his proposal and be his girlfriend officially? Because you are scared it’s too real, the traitorous voice in your head supplied. And it was right.

You never felt like that before. You had boyfriends, but it was always something casual, someone to spend some time with but never felt permanent, never felt deep enough to change your life for them.

Never felt like Inar.

You were scared what you felt for him was that intense, that fast. You’d barely been to two dates, and even though you’d fucked a bunch, what you were feeling went beyond arousal and horniness. It went way beyond swallow feelings of attraction. Beyond a simple crush. Deep down, you knew you were falling in love with him, maybe you already were…

And that scared you shitless.

So you didn’t address it, checking everything in your to do list so you wouldn’t have a single second to think about him. About what he meant to you. You couldn’t be alone with your thoughts, so you occupied your time with everything and anything. You were more productive in the two days it took for you to contact him, than the two months prior.

But you caved. Of course you did.

Even with all your time occupied, your mind kept drifting to him. To his big green hands, the way he touched you and caressed your body, the way he touched your lower back when you walked next to the other. To his long hair, and how good it looked when he let it down. To his tusks, and how amazing they felt against your pussy when he was eating you out… You couldn’t get him out of your mind, even when you tried.

So you called him.

You still didn’t know what you were going to tell him about the girlfriend thing, it felt too big of a question to be answered so easily, but you couldn’t stay away from him either. So you called.

And he didn’t answer.

At first it wasn’t weird, you were used to him texting you at weird hours, calling you in his breaks because it was the only time he had. So you thought he may be working. Maybe they had an emergency or he was in the OR. You had no idea, but it wasn’t too weird. But something in the back of your head kept telling you that there was something wrong.

So you called again.

And again.

And again.

And by the fifth call in the span of your morning, you started to be a bit concerned. It was unusual, but you still justified it, thinking he might be in the OR with an emergency, maybe there were a lot of babies being born today for some weird reason… You had no idea, but there must be a reason, right?

But after a whole day without hearing anything from him, your worry became frantic. You had cleaned every inch of your kitchen by then, and you were doing the same in the bathroom. Trying to call him every once in a while, your brain spiraling to all the things that could have been wrong. What if he didn’t want to answer your calls? What if he simply didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore? Why did that hurt so much? But you tried calling him again, just in case he would finally pick up.

“Yes?” The voice in your phone answered, rougher than usual, startling you. You weren’t really expecting him to pick up. He coughed loudly, a big sneeze following and making him curse under his breath.

“Are you… Are you okay? I’ve been calling you,” you told him, trying not to sound too needy (and probably failing).

“I- I’ve been…” A coughing fit so rough and loud interrupted him that you had to take your phone away from your ear. “I couldn’t find my phone,” he finally explained. He sounded miserable, his tone was all congested and you could hear his labored breathing.

“Are you sick?” You asked him, already knowing the answer to that.

“No,” he lied, and coughed again, stopping the giggle you were about to let out, worry consuming you. “Okay… Yes. I might be a bit sick.” He didn’t sound a bit sick, he sounded a lot sick.

“Have you eaten?” He groaned pathetically and you sighed, your heart skipping a beat. He mumbled something you didn’t catch, but you guessed that was a no. “Okay, give me your address so I can send something to you. Is that okay?” You didn’t know if you were overstepping, but hearing him sound so pitiful, groaning in pain and sounding so sick, you couldn’t avoid the surge of protectiveness blooming inside your chest. You cared about him.

“Mhh-mh,” he mumbled. It sounded like his face was against something, maybe against his pillow. You felt bad for waking him up, but he clearly needed someone to look after him if he was sick. And maybe you could be that someone. That was something normal friends (with benefits) did, right? Yeah.

“Okay. I’m going to hang out to order something. Drink some water if you can, okay? The food will be there soon,” he mumbled some kind of goodbye and disconnected the call.

Your insides were twisting and turning with concern as you looked at your phone trying to decide what to order, what would he like… And then you took a rush decision and placed an order to pick up. You got dressed as fast as you could, not caring about how messy you looked or how not-cute. You only cared to get to him and make sure he was all right, to take care of him for a chance.

Your brain was sending all kinds of red alarms as you got ready to leave, but you didn’t care, you didn’t know if you were ready to be with him officially, but you were driven by worry and something you weren’t ready to name. Something that felt a lot like love in your chest.

You shook your head as you grabbed your keys and your phone, out of the door in less than fifteen minutes. You stopped at the restaurant to pick up the noodles and soup you ordered, along some cake because you knew he had a sweet tooth (even if he tried to deny it).

You rushed to his apartment, probably stepping on the gas a bit more than necessary, but when you arrived all that was forgotten as you knocked on his door. There were only worry and a blooming warmth inside your chest.

“Coming,” a very tired, very rough voice sounded inside. You heard something falling and a few curses, making you smile as Inar opened the door looking pathetic. “You- You are here,” his eyes were big as plates as he stared at you, blinking slowly. His stupor was easily broken by another coughing fit, making his big form shake uncontrollably as he moaned pathetically, his hand rubbing his chest as if it was painful.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your hand reaching to touch him before you could stop yourself. You didn’t even make contact with his skin before you had your arms full of orc. He grabbed your body and hugged you so tightly you had to giggle, your ribs cracking as he buried his head in your hair and inhaled deeply.

“I’m better now that you are here,” he mumbled almost too low for you to hear. You blushed and hugged him back. His skin was warmer than usual, which worried you. You stood like that for a few minutes, just embracing each other as he breathed you in. But when his stomach growled, you remembered why you were there.

“Come on, big guy, let’s get some food in you and then we can cuddle, okay?” He nodded, looking at you with unfocused eyes and a dreamy expression.

You didn’t know what to make of that look, but you had other concerns. Like taking care of him. You entered his apartment, which was a lot more neater than you expected for someone who worked as much as he did.

“Where’s the kitchen?” He was following you like a puppy, his body too close to yours, not bothering with personal space. He pointed to the door on your right. You followed his directions and soon enough you had a plate full of soup and some bread sticks over the kitchen island, right in front of Inar. “Eat,” you order.

You knew he wasn’t okay when he obeyed without teasing you about it, not even a little bit of cockiness as he started eating. He groaned around each bite, making you smile as he devoured everything on the plate. You didn’t talk, you just sat in front of him and stared as he ate. His hair was sticking to his head in weird places, so messy it looked like a bird’s nest.

You didn’t know why it felt so transcendental to be sitting in his kitchen as he ate, but it felt like an historical moment, like there was so much more happening than you simply taking care of him while he was sick.

When he finished with the soup and the noodles, you passed him the cake, smiling at him when he looked at you with silent surprise. “I know you have a secret sweet tooth,” you admitted.

“I do,” he agreed, taking a bite of the cake and moaning around the fork. “Want some?” He asked, sounding a bit more like himself already. He pushed the fork in your direction and you leaned over the island to wrap your lips around it, making him groan for totally different reasons. “Maybe we could…” He started, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

“You are sick and I’m here to take care of you,” you stated, amused at his antics.

“You can take care of my di-” He tried again, a smirk on his beautiful face making you want to press your legs together. Damn, why was he so fucking attractive even when he was looking his worst? But he sneezed very loudly, breaking the spell instantly.

“You need a shower,” you said instead, authoritative. He looked up from the last remains of his piece of cake, blinking slowly as he nodded. He finished it in less than two bites, stuffing his mouth messily as you giggled. He was such a himbo sometimes.

You urged him to the bathroom as you took care of the mess that was his bedroom (after asking him where everything was and arguing you were doing it even if he said he could do it himself). You heard the shower running as you busied yourself picking up all the tissues and plastic containers of food and medicine around his room. By the time he exited the bathroom, you were fitting fresh sheets on his bed.

He stared at you with a hand on the towel around his waist, his whole demeanor vulnerable as he let out a soft question: “Can you… would you stay?” Your heart skipped a beat. (You thought you should get that checked out, it wasn’t normal how often your heart acted weird when you were around him.)

You didn’t even doubt a second before responding. “Yes.” His smile was so big your heart hurt a little bit looking at it and you had to look away, focusing on the shelf full of books next to the big window. You tried to look busy checking the books as he dropped the towel.

He changed into comfortable clothes as you tried to look away, but his body was so impressive you had to take a peek. You had seen him naked before, but seeing him naked in a non-sexual context made your insides burn with a different kind of heat. A heat that hinted something deeper, something profound and intense.

“You want to watch a movie?” He asked, turning around as he pulled down a very soft looking shirt with a cute duck on the front. You smiled at him brightly, this soft side of him so nice and amazing it only added to your confusion. So you nodded, taking the hand he was offering and following him to the living room.

You two sat next to each other, but soon his head was in your lap as you traced patterns on his head, your fingers running through his hair as he sighed, content. The normality of it all made you remember all the dreams you had about him, all the domestic bliss you imagined when you let your brain run free. It was nice. It was better than nice.

It felt like home.

And just like that, with his head on your lap, being his girlfriend didn’t sound so scary anymore. Spending evenings like these with him didn’t sound scary at all, it sounded like something you wanted. Something you really, really wanted.

He fell asleep first, your hands never leaving his hair and face, admiring how beautiful he was. You almost wanted to wake him up to tell him about your realization, but you knew he needed the rest. And there was always tomorrow. You’d tell him tomorrow.

At some point you drifted off too, your body sagging against the side of the couch, your hand still in his hair. You had a peaceful sleep for the first time in days, your body relaxing and your brain disconnecting. You felt warm all over, and your heart felt full of emotions.

But everything came crashing down when you two were awoken when a very cheerful voice. “Look at that! They are so cute! Honey, take a picture so we can immortalize this moment.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see two orc women smiling down at you, the younger of the two taking a pic.

Oh shit.