Gym slut: the date

Orc!OC x fem!reader || public sex, degradation (lowkey), humiliation (lowkey), grinding, dirty talk

To say you were nervous to have a date with Inar was an understatement. You spent more than two hours debating what to wear, you called your bestie, and even your grandma to ask for advice. Neither of them knew you two already knew each other… intimately. They knew you were going out with an orc from the gym and you were really excited about it. And that was true.

What they didn’t know is that you spent the same amount of time choosing a dress than choosing panties. You didn’t want to assume, but your pussy was already leaking thinking about having him inside of you again. You didn’t mind which part of him or in which hole, you were just ready to be fucked into oblivion by your gym-bro crush.

But first… He’s taking you to a restaurant, he never said where, just said to wear casual clothes and that he would pick you up. Not knowing exactly where you two are going is driving you tiny bit insane. But at the end, you choose a nice summer dress that does wonders for your curves and frames your tits in the most amazing way.

You wait on your doorstep until he rings the bell. And when he does, you yelp in surprise, too nervous. You can hear him chuckle at the other side of the door and you blush, embarrassed. You are already making a fool out of yourself and you aren’t even on the date yet. Fuck your life. You know your head against the door and take a deep breath, opening slowly and biting your lip to stop the groan from escaping.

He looks better than ever, which is hard because you are used to seeing him sweaty and muscles bulging. But right now? He looks stunning. His hair is down, so much longer than you expected, almost shoulder length. You have only seen him at the gym, and he always wears a messy bun, but right now…. With all that long black hair framing his strong jaw and his eyes sparkling with mischief, you are two seconds away from asking him to come in and fuck you on the floor. But you have to be strong, no sex until the date is over. Maybe.

“You look… wow.” Inar’s compliment breaks you from your horny thoughts. He’s looking at you like you are the last glass of water on a desert and he wants nothing else but to ravage you right there. And good goddess if you don’t want that more than anything.

“Th-Thank you, you look great yourself,” you try not to blush too hard, but it’s difficult with him looking at you so intently. You two staring into each other out of gym clothes is a very weird experience, but one that’s making you giddy with excitement.

You are about to break the silence when he wins you to it. “You are not wearing a bra,” he says, enticing a chuckle out of you. His eyes are fixated on your breasts and he’s licking his lips as if he’s remembering the taste of them. You shiver.

“I’m not.” You can feel your nipples hardening under his stare, and you want to moan so freaking bad you have to bite down on your tongue. How can he make you so aroused with just a look, is he some kind of magician apart of an orc?

“Let’s go before I take rip that dress off you and fuck you right here,” he tells you, breaking the stare contest with your nipples. You giggle as he grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers and making you swoon internally. That’s so fucking sweet. He’s so fucking sweet…

He drives you to a tiny restaurant between two big buildings, you’ve never been in that area but the place looks cozy and homey, the smells coming from it are enough to make your mouth water.

“It smells delicious in here,” you tell him, smiling. He smiles back and you have to rub your thighs together, not ready to face his incredible smile framed by his tusks. Fuck, he looks good enough to eat. You were expecting to have a big reaction to him, as you always had, but this? Seeing him outside, in his everyday clothes and smiling at you like you are the pretties flower… It’s doing things to you, naughty and sweet things at the same time.

The waitress leads you to a table, and surprisingly, Inar sits next to you instead of right across, both of you squeezed in a booth. You start talking and conversation flows so naturally that you let out a surprised gasp when the waitress comes to take your order. He asks you what do you like, and starts suggesting different plates, you trust his judgment and order whatever he said was good.

You keep making small talk, talking about the new gym machines and the stupid dude who keeps grunting like he’s being killed every time he lifts weights. You are laughing hard by the time the waitress comes back with your food. It looks delicious, and when you take the first bite, you moan.

“Oh my God, this is amazing.” You take another bite and moan again, it tastes better than anything you’ve ever tasted before. You keep eating shamelessly as Inar smiles at you, his tusks gleaming as he starts to eat, too.

You try to suppress the moans, but you are unable to. Inar grunts when you keep making noises. “You need to stop making those pornographic noises if you want to get out of this restaurant unfucked.” You look up at him, taking another bite and deliberately making an even more sinful sound.

“Who says I want that?” You answer back, your inner brat vibrating already. He laughs at your answer, deep and loud and you blush, you pussy tingling.

“Such a brat,” he tells you as he puts a big green hand over your leg, under the hem of your dress. His hand goes up and up, and you let him, anticipation filling your body.

When he reaches the seam of your panties, you ask him: “Wha- what are you doing?” Your voice is strangled as you try to keep your cool and continue eating, without succeeding. You are too distracted by his touch to even think about the food, even if it’s the best thing you’ve eaten.

“I’m proving my point.” He pushes your panties to the side and you bite down on your fork hard, trying not to let out a very, very loud groan. He plays with your pussy for a few seconds before stopping, his fingers hovering over your clit. You whimper softly.

“What’s your point?” You ask him, trying to move your hips to gain some friction. He chuckles at your weak attempt of fucking yourself on his hand.

“That you are a little slut that can’t keep her legs closed around me,” he says, making you flush and try to stop your hips from twitching. But you can’t, not when the pressure and rub of his finger against your clit feels so good, so naughty under the table. You silently thank the waitress for leading you into a table at the back, the furthest one from the door and other patrons.

You moan and look at him intently, “is that a problem?” You ask, a hint of vulnerability behind your words. You never acted like this with anybody, but he just brings it out of you. And you fucking love how carelessly you can be yourself around him, even part of yourself that had been hidden for a long long time.

“It’s not a problem, I like you being a slut, remember?” His words make you shiver, more heat pooling in your abdomen. He leans over your side of the table and speaks right into your ear, making you shiver when he says: “Now you are going to the bathroom and you are going to take your panties off, take a picture of your pretty pussy and come back out. Those panties are mine now, and that pic is going to be my new lock-screen, slut.” You choke on your own saliva and whimper softly. He sits back down and smirks, looking between you and the hallway that leads to the bathroom.

You stand up in unsteady legs and walk to the bathroom, locking yourself in a booth. You are doing exactly what he asked, when you hear someone come in. You try to remain calm, acting normal, nothing to see there, they can’t see you with your phone out under your pussy.

Someone knocks at your door and you are about to scream when Inar pokes his head over the booth and smirks, his tusks gleaming. “Open up for me, slut.” The way he says it is more affectionate than degrading, and for some reason that makes you even more excited. You open the door and he closes it behind you, the tiny booth crowded with him inside. He looks at you, panties in one hand and phone in the other and smirks. “Such a good girl,” the praise shouldn’t make you as hot as it does.

He sits unbuttons his pants and takes out his cock, making your mouth water. He doesn’t let you touch him, sitting down on the toilet and dragging you onto his lap, your pussy landing over his erection instantly. You groan and he covers your mouth, shushing you as he grabs your hip and starts urging you to grind your hips over him. He grunts and buries his head in your neck, biting softly against your skin. He starts sucking on the point that makes your knees go weak and you whimper against his hand, your hips moving frantically.

“Good, you drive me crazy. I though we were going to have a good dinner and then I’d drive you home and we’ll make out in the car for a while… But you had to wear that stupid fucking sexy dress and it took everything in me to leave your house.” His words are making you desperate, making your ego swoon and your pussy get flooded. “And then, you go and start moaning around your food like you moaned around my dick and I was about to explode right there and then.” He proves his point pushing his hips up against your naked pussy, making you bite down on his hand. He grunts and keeps talking, his hand guiding your movements over his cock. “You almost made me embarrass myself in the middle of my favorite restaurant.” He brought you to his favorite restaurant? That has to mean something, right? You are about to overthink, but he keeps talking. “And now you are here, being the perfect little slut you are, grinding against my dick and making me want to fuck you right here. But we shouldn’t. We can’t,” he says, like the words pain him.

You push his hand away and ask: “Why not?” Your voice is breathy as you keep grinding your clit against his fat cock. You are so close, so, so close. You bit your lip and keep rubbing your juices all over his dick, making both of you groan at the same time.

“Because I don’t want to stain your pretty dress.” You almost swoon at his consideration and the same time you curse yourself internally for not thinking about that, so pussy drunk you can’t even think about the consequences. But he makes it feel so easy, makes you feel so good you forget about everything else. “So you are going to come over my dick and I’m going to walk out of here, your juices still on my cock. And we are going to have a nice non-sexual date and then…” He stops then, making you whimper and look at his gleaming eyes with desperation. He looks mad with desire and that turns you on beyond anything imaginable.

“Then what?” You ask, trying to get him to keep grinding up onto you. He doesn’t.

“Then I’ll bring you home and we kiss goodnight.” He finishes, his hand finding your pussy, his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in the best way possible. You hide your face in his neck and bite down on the tendon to stop the scream in your throat from escaping. You move your hips frantically as he tells you how good of a slut you are, how pretty you sound and how eager he is to be buried balls deep inside of you.

When you come, you bite down on his neck so hard you taste blood, probably leaving a big mark on his neck, but his grunt in response makes you ascend even higher. You tremble over him as he rubs your clit until you are panting against his skin and he’s softly caressing your back, telling you how well you did.

He helps you back to your feet and supports your weight when your legs give up under you. Inar chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose, making you blush. He caresses your face with his big hands and you sigh, the movement so soft it makes your body blush deeper.

“Come on, let’s get back out here. I’ll go first, and then you wait a few minutes, okay?” He asks, you nod as you try to find your panties.

“Have you seen my panties?” You ask him, trying to find them around the bathroom.

He takes them off his pocket and shows them to you, just to push them back into it with a cheeky grin. “Told you, those are mine, now.” His smirk so big and so smug you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him senseless. He leaves before you can respond.

You wait patiently for a couple minutes before exiting the bathroom and walking back to the table on wobbly legs. He smirks at you and you hide your blush. True to his word, you two have a nice and sweet conversation the rest of the evening.

You discover he works as a nurse at the hospital, that he meets his mom and sister for breakfast every Sunday morning and that he’s 100% in love with the tiniest cat you’ve ever seen. He even shows you pictures of her. You tell him about your grandma, your lovely orange and tuxedo cats and their chaotic behaviour and about your job as landscaper. Everything feels so easy and so good with him that you forget everything about the outside world.

By the time the dinner is done, you think you are a tiny bit in love with the huge orc and don’t want to go back to your house alone. What started like a crush has turned into something a bit deeper, the promise of something so much more interesting than a couple fucks. And you… you don’t know what to do about that.

He drives you home and parks at the front of the building, helping you out and walking you to your door, like a gentleman (or gentle-orc).

“Do you want to come inside?” You don’t realize how bad it sounds until it’s out of your mouth and he’s laughing so hard he bends over with tears in his eyes. “That came out wrong,” you try to say, but a giggle escapes your mouth, too.

When both of you calm down, he leans down and hugs you, kissing you for a few seconds, tender, affectionate. “I don’t think I should.” His voice is soft, almost like a caress.

“But you…” You try to point to his still raging erection, but he just shrugs, kissing you again until your knees are weak.

And then, he explains: “I have to work tomorrow and I don’t want to rush with you. Not anymore.” That makes you want to push him to the ground and fuck him senseless, he can’t be so hot and so perfect in bed AND be amazing as a person, it’s not fair. You are about to tell him just that when he says: “Next time we meet up you should clear your schedule for the next day.” His words are strange and make you arch an eyebrow.

“What? Why?” You ask, suspicious.

He grabs you by your waist and makes you wrap your legs around his middle, leaving you in the perfect position to kiss. Which he does, for a long while… He breaks apart, kissing all over your face as he tells you: "Because you are losing your walking privileges.” There’s a hit of heat behind his words that makes your pussy tingle.

You look up at him confused, "what do you mean?"

"I'm gonna fuck you so thoroughly you won't be able to walk," the promise in his tone ignites a fire inside of you, and even though you came already tonight, you are more than ready for him to deliver right now. You try to kiss him again, and he lets you, moaning around your mouth. The sounds he’s making are enough to have you at the edge of another orgasm, but he stops before you can get there, making you whimper.

“You are mean,” you pout, making him laugh as he puts you down.

“I know, but you like it,” he jokes. He’s right about that, you like him being mean to you. You nod, shyly. He kisses you again, breaking apart with a curse. “You are so dam distracting.” You giggle at his fake anger. “See you soon, slut,” he says before giving you one last peck on the lips and walking away. You watch him leave with a sigh, your pussy wet and your panties still in his pocket.

When you are safe and sound in your bed, with your pussy still tingly and needy, you take a picture of yourself, only the sheet over your naked body, your nipples and curves clear under the covers, and send it to him before overthinking it. The capture reads: “next time, you will be the one unable to walk after I’m done riding you.”

You turn off your phone and go to sleep before checking if he has read the message, giddiness and excitement inside of you as you kick your feet under the covers. Your last thought before going to sleep is that you are in big trouble.

Your heart might be making a perfect space in the form of a big gym-bro orc... and you don’t know if you want to stop it.