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Set up by a baby orc (part 15)
🕑 Added 2025-04-06 14:30:01 +0000 UTCOrc (Unax) x fem!reader || teasing, making out
The museum looks imposing as you wait by the door, your casual outfit making you shiver in the autumn breeze. Unax texted you he was running late because of a shoe malfunctioning. He didn’t give you further details, but you can’t wait to hear them because that sounded very funny, and you are sure you’d laugh at it. You don’t really remember another time in your life when you laughed and smiled as much as you do when you are with him.
And with happiness comes doubt.
You like him. You like him a whole lot. Every second you’ve spent with him has been completely amazing and you want to take it a little bit further. And not only talking about sex, get your head out of the gutter. You are already wondering if you are something more than just two people meeting for a few dates. Is this leading to a serious relationship? Is he your boyfriend?
You wanted to ask so many times yesterday, and then by text, but… you didn’t. You weren’t sure if that was first-date-appropriate or if you should wait a bit longer, or if he should ask… Truth be told, you haven’t dated that much. You had a few short-term boyfriends, but it never felt as deep or intense as it does with him. It makes you want to scream in excitement, but also crawl in fear. It’s a really weird feeling...
Unax’s voice breaks you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Hey there, gorgeous! You look ravishing today.” He leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek and you have to bite your lip not to swoon. Why is he so fucking adorable?
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you say, feeling shy at the way he’s looking at you. He looks at you as if the rest of the world faded in the background and you became his sun, and it is… intoxicating.
Another soft breeze makes you shiver, and he catches on. “Should we go in?” He wraps his big arm around your shoulders as you two enter the building together.
The girl at the front explains some of the exhibit to you two, but she mainly tells you to explore, which is definitely your favorite part. There’s not that many people around, and you feel like a kid looking around and reading every little info you can get.
Naga history is a lot more violent than you anticipated, most of the space dedicated to famous battles. But what you like the most are the recreations of their first settlements, low houses that have little carved floors for them to go through with their tails, especial beds adapted to their anatomy… At some point he grabs your hand, and you look at him from under your lashes when he leans down to kiss your forehead as you add a few naga facts you know.
Everything is fascinating, and you can’t stop taking mental notes so you could tell the kids on Monday about it. You are sure some of the baby nagas would be as fascinated as you, and the rest of the kids, too. That’s what you liked most about teaching, the way their eyes light up when you told them things the didn’t know yet. The excitement of knowledge and the spark of understanding inside of them… it was precious.
Unax doesn’t say much, just walking quietly beside you as you read and talk and explain stuff to him. He supports a big smile that never flatters, even when you are telling him about the time a little naga pooped himself and accidentally spread it everywhere as he moved. He just… smiles at you as if everything out of your mouth was the most interesting thing in the world, and it makes you want to kiss him senseless. And suck his dick. Good goddess, you’d fall to your knees right there…
The UST (unsolved sexual tension) between the two of you is almost unbearable as you walk into the last part of the exhibit. There’s nobody around and you feel so happy… “Thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”
“Do not thank me for spending time with you, it’s my favorite thing to do,” he responds without blinking. You laugh at the seriousness in his tone, but he’s not teasing, he looks like he means it and it makes your laughter die out.
“Do you really mean that?” You question, completely baffled by it.
“Of course.”
“Are you my boyfriend?” You ask in a rush, the question bursting out of your lips as if you have no self-control at all. Sometimes around Unax you wonder if you indeed have any self-control at all. Just enough not to get arrested for indecency, but not much more.
His smirk is teasing when he asks back: “Am I your boyfriend?” The smile that breaks on his face is bright enough to eclipse the fucking sun. “Come here,” he pulls at your joined hands, leaning down until he’s eye to eye with you, barely a breath between the two of you. “Yes, gorgeous, I am your boyfriend. And you are my girlfriend.” Your insides do a little shimmy-dance. And when he adds: “If you want to, that is,” you can’t do anything but to grab his short hair and pull him in for a kiss. He’s so fucking adorable.
The kiss starts as chaste and innocent, but in two seconds Unax’s hands are on your hips and he’s pulling your body flush to his. You can feel every inch of his thick body against yours, especially a thicker part of him rubbing against your belly. Goddess… You are losing your mind. Your hands find his hair and you start pulling at it, desperate to get him as close as possible. You want to devour him. You want to be devoured.
Someone coughs behind you, and you break apart with a tiny giggle. His forehead is resting against yours, and he’s breathing is labored, making you feel all kinds of jittery and giddy. “So, do you want to grab a snack?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you, little pants still coming out of his parted lips.
You act like you have to think about it until he huffs bemusedly, and then you nod with a huge smile on your lips. “Can we get ice cream?” You ask, thinking it will cool you down a bit, you are feeling a bit too hot at the moment.
His responding: “Yes,” is almost pornographic. You have to press your thighs together and swallow a moan, coughing to cover it up. His smirk is knowing when he pulls back and grabs your hand again. “Come on, girlfriend, let’s get you feed.”
Goddess… you wish he would stuff you full. But not precisely with food.
