Gym slut: big orc, tiny babies

Orc!OC x fem!reader || dirty talk, degradation, semi-public sex, oral sex, spanking

You were on your way to get some coffee when a very pregnant lady started to breath hard next to you. Breathing hard to the point of getting concerned, and against your better judgment you asked her what was wrong, just in time to see her part her legs and see a gush of fluid drop to the floor. She started panicking at the same time you did, both of you looking frantically around you trying to find help. It sucked when you needed an adult and the adult was you. But there wasn’t anybody to ask for. You helped her into your car and raced to the hospital, begging the universe she wouldn’t have a baby inside your car.

When you got there, the lady was begging for you to stay with her, claiming that she didn’t have anybody. You should have said no, you didn’t know her at all… But your soft heart and her teary eyes were enough to make you comply. You couldn’t imagine anyone having to go through labor without any kind of support, you didn’t want her to be alone. So they set you up to get in with her. And just like that, you witnessed your first birth. It was awful and you promised to never skip the pill ever again, scared for life. But when the baby showed up, and you were surprised to see he wasn’t human, scales all around his body and a tiny breath of fire when he first cried out. A tiny baby dragon. His crying made you want to shed a couple tears. Maybe you did.

But those tears were soon swallowed when you saw a very known figure grabbing the bloody baby and softly cleaning him, even with the mask on you could recognize him. Inar. His surprised face mirrored yours as he took care of the baby and gave it back to the new mom. He looked at you intently, you could almost hear the gears in his brain trying to decipher why you were there, with a random lady, on a random Wednesday.

You helped your new found friend and stayed with her in the room until she fell asleep. Right on time Inar showed up at the door and you motioned him to be silent as you exited the room and stood in front of him, your pulse racing seeing him on scrubs, looking as handsome as ever. His big biceps bulging as he crossed his arms and looked down at you. You felt your body shivering at his intense stare.

You haven’t seen each other for almost two weeks, your adult life getting in the way of having another date. But that didn’t stop you from texting non stop. And definitely didn’t stop you to keep sending him spicy pics of yourself every time you felt a bit cute. He didn’t always reciprocated, most of the time on shift, but when he did… You might or might not have saved that naked pic of him and touched yourself with the memories of his dick buried deep inside of you.

And then sent him a pic of your sticky fingers to tease him further. He sent you an audio calling you pretty slut and telling you all the things he would do to you when you could meet. His heavy breathing and deep voice was enough to make you want to jerk off again. Which you did. But this time you didn’t tease him about it, embarrassed that his voice was enough to make you cum. You were such a whore for him… Such a slut.

You looked at him, trying to get your pulse under control. “What are you doing here?” You asked, feeling stupid instantly. What he was doing here? He was a nurse for fuck’s sake. But was he working with babies?

“What do you mean? I work here,” he deadpanned. “I told you I was a nurse.”

“I thought you meant like normal nurse, not pediatric nurse,” you tried to explain your confusion. Your brain fuzzy thinking about him holding tiny babies and being all tender and cute with them. Such a contrast with the dude who fucked her into a drooling mess the first time they interacted.

“Why does it matter?” He asked, equally confused. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your eyes kept slipping to his tusks and his soft lips. His hair pulled up in a messy bun that you wanted to mess even more.

“Inar, you are taking care of tiny babies. I don’t want kids, but dang if that’s not an ovary implosion moment right there.” You thought it was clear. You didn’t like kids or want them or anything, but the idea of him being all soft with tiny babies being such a mountain of a man… It was making your panties a bit damp.

He looked at your flushed cheeks, smirking down at you, tusks glinting, like he knew a secret you couldn’t figure out. “Does it make you hot to see me with babies?” His tone was teasing, and you wanted to kiss him senseless, until that smirk off his face turned into a grunt and he groped you until you were both naked.

“What? No!” You shocked your head rapidly, face flushed. “I- I mean…” You tried to explain when his smirk grew bigger.

He chuckled. “You are a little pervert,” his joking tone couldn’t hide the glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean that. It’s just… You… Babies. Big arms. Tiny humans…” You knew you were stuttering, but he was in front of you looking good enough to eat, his muscles bulging under his uniform and his hair messy, you couldn’t be sure of what you said anymore, not to be trusted.

You shivered under his intense eyes, getting redder and redder. “You are getting flustered, slut. Do you need some help with that?” The innuendo in his tone made you want to melt into a puddle.

“What?” You asked, trying to fake innocence.

“I have…” Inar looked at his watch. “Twenty minutes left on my break and I know a pretty quiet storage room.” Your panties got wet just at the suggestion. He lowered his tone and asks: “Don’t you want to suck my dick?”

You looked at him confused. You want that more than anything, but he also said… “I- I thought you said we would take it slow,” you tell him.

And then what you did during the time you weren’t together bites you in the ass. “You can go as slow as you want when you are gagging on my dick. But right now I need to cum inside of you because you’ve been teasing me with pics of your delectable curvy body and I can’t hold it anymore,” he told you. You felt like all the blood in your body was traveling to your face.

You were usually pretty comfortable in your body, but in the time you were apart you couldn’t avoid feeling a bit self-conscious when you sent pics and didn’t get a reaction for hours. “Really?” Your insecurities get the best of you.

He looked at you like you are dumb, stepping into your bubble and asking in a dangerous tone: “What do you mean really? Wasn’t my dick pic clear enough? Or my very descriptive audio?” You looked up at him, biting your lip.

“I- I thought… I thought I didn’t interested you anymore,” you confessed. You knew it was stupid, you knew it wasn’t the case, he made sure of answering every one of your pics with very nice compliments… But you’d never been with a guy so hot before, so big and awesome. You were just a tiny bit insecure, and sometimes you just wanted to fish for some compliments.

He looked offended by your words. “Why the fuck would you think that?” His frown made him look mean and annoyed, and for some reason that made your heart skip a beat.

“You… You didn’t want to fuck me so I thought… And we didn’t meet up and I started…” You tried to explain, failing miserably at it.

“Bullshit,” he grunts. “Come with me.” He took your hand and pulled you with him, saying hello to a couple of his collages but not stopping before he’s pushing you into a dark storage room. “You drive me insane. I’ve been jerking off to your pics all week. Every time I see your name in my notifications I have to take a deep breath not to get a boner. You know how uncomfortable is to have a boner in scrubs?” You giggled as he pulled at your clothes, having you naked as he talked. His words, such an ego booster, that made you feel giddy. “You don’t even comprehend what your pics do to me, I’ve carried a half-hard dick all week just thinking about you. Jerking myself to the point of pain, looking at your pics as I rut into my hand wishing it was your pussy. And then you have the audacity to say you think I don’t want you? That I’m not interested?” He growls the last two questions, making you shiver. He turned you around forcibly, your face pressed against a shelf.

“Wha- What are you doing?” You asked, wriggling your ass against his body.

“I’m going to give you a reminder of how much I like you. How much I crave your delectable body.” You felt the first slap of his hand against your ass with such intensity that you cried out. He shushed you, covering your mouth with his other hand. “Shush, slut. You are going to take the spanking and then you’ll suck my dick like a good little slut, okay?” You nodded against his hand and he rewarded you with another smack. You bite down on his hand, making him grunt and smack you again. “Your ass is going to look so good with my hand-print on it. You are going to be reminded how much I crave your tight pussy and chubby body every time you sit down. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He smacked you again. “Of course you would. You like being reminded what your place is… A whore, a hole for me to use… My fucktoy. My slut,” he whispered against the back of your neck, gracing you with his tusks and making you shiver. You groaned against his hand, pushing your ass against his hand, and he chuckled cruelly. “So eager. I bet you are dripping.” He proved his point reaching down between your legs, collecting some of your dripping juices. You couldn’t see him, but his humming of approval told you that he just licked his fingers clean, making you groan again. “You are such a naughty little thing, dripping as you get your ass slapped.” You groaned, the degradation in his words making you even hotter. “Touch your pussy. I’m going to spank you until you come, so if I were you I’d be fast… Are we clear?” You nodded as he slapped your ass again. “Good.”

He was true to his promise, and he smacked your ass raw as you rubbed your clit frantically. You didn’t take much at all. He barely spanked you five more times before you were coming messily around two of your fingers, biting down on his hand as he grunted and smacked you once again. Your ass felt on fire and your eyes were teary, but it was such a good experience that you wanted to fall back into his body and bask in the afterglow. But he didn’t let you. He groped your sore ass until you were mewling with the mix of pleasure and pain, your pussy still wet even after an orgasm, your clit asking for more.

He turned you around and kissed your temple in such a tender gesture that you felt fuzzy inside. “On your knees, slut. I want to feel your pretty mouth against my dick. You need to solve what you do to me. It’s your fault after all,” he told you, grabbing his erection through his pants. You were still dizzy with the orgasm, your ass red and aching, but in such a way that you wanted him to keep groping you. But the idea of making him come, to have him squirming under your hands and mouth… You wanted that.

You turned around. “How is it my fault?” You joked, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. His dick sprung free, hitting the back of your hand as he grunted, moaning loudly. That tiny contact enough to make him hot and bothered.

“You keep sending me lewd pics and you ask that? You are a naughty, naughty slut, aren’t you?” He pulled at your hair when he said that, making you groan, your pussy tingling. “Are you going to be a good slut and suck me dry?” You nodded eagerly, falling to your knees, your clothes acting as a barrier against the cool floor. Your ass hit the back of your feet and you groaned.

“How much time do I have?” You asked, your mouth close to his leaking tip. Your tongue darting out to lick at the pearl of precum there, making him groan as you smirked up at him.

“Less than ten minutes, you better get to it, slut.” You opened your mouth, tongue out and looking up at him, taking his tip on your mouth and sucking him like the snack he was. He groaned. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my dick. The prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. You are so good to me, such a good little slut.” His praise only made you more eager to get him off, your pussy still dripping every time you moved and your ass itched with pain. It was intoxicating.

He whispered praises and filthy words as he called you his slut, your head bobbing up and down his shaft, only half of it. He wasn’t demanding, wasn’t pushing you down like he did back in the gym, but the comforting weight of his dick against your tongue and his hand against your hair were doing it for you. It didn’t matter you already came, your clit was demanding attention once more. You reached down and touched your pussy, collecting some of your juices to play with your clit as you reached for his shaft with your other hand, jerking him. He grunted over you, his hand over his mouth, his hair messy. He looked like a sex god, and you were so ready. You sucked him with more intent, using all the tricks you knew to make it good for him, to make him come fast and hard.

And he did.

He pulled at your hair trying to get you off, but you refused, your tongue playing with that sweet spot that made him grunt and rock into your mouth. He came with a whorish moan that made you rub your clit harder, precipitating over the edge as the same time the first shoot of his come hit your mouth. You hummed at his taste, you’d never understood why other women liked to give head or swallow… But tasting him? Swallowing him? You felt powerful, sexy, hot. You felt better than ever, and he tasted like the best snack you’d ever had.

When both of you came back down, you were panting hard, his head thrown back and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He helped you get up and hugged you tightly, making you feel warm all over for very different reasons. He grabbed your face and kissed you with passion and tenderness, your heart beating fast, like trying to escape your chest, trying to reach out for him… The growing feelings in your chest were driving you insane. You were low-key freaking out, your brain and heart sending so many feelings and sensations at once that you didn’t know if you could keep kissing him without begging him to marry you.

He broke the kiss, obvious to your inner monologue freaking out because you were feeling a bit too much. A bit too strong. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” He asked as he helped you get back into your clothes, your knees still weak and your ass sore.

You chucked and told him the crazy story of how you met a random lady in labor and accidentally got a new friend out of it. He laughed along with you, walking you back to your friend’s room. She was still asleep and you stared as he checked the baby’s vitals and made sure everything was all right with him before kissing you senseless and leaving you there, panting. Such a kiss, after such orgasms… mixed with your conflicted feelings… You were freaking out big time as you tried to be quiet, not to disturb your friend.

A couple minutes later you got a text message that read “now I will be hard every time I walk pass the storage room.” There was an attached pic of his big green hand wrapped around his half-hard dick, and you had to swallow a groan as your new friend stirred in her sleep. As you squirmed in your seat, your ass sore and your pussy suddenly wet, you realized you might be in deeper than you thought.

You were in big trouble.

Orc shaped trouble.