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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ the bitterness of falling in love

PAIRING: bokuto x reader

GENRE: angst, smut

SUMMARY: 𝙗𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪 is someone who wears his heart on his sleeves and someone who loves too much even if the other person doesn’t deserves it. when he falls in love with the infamous l/n y/n who’s known to leave people crying, he took his chance and put his heart on the line.

ALTERNATIVE SUMMARY: “hearts are made to be broken, kou.” “if it is then i wouldn’t mind, (y/n). it’s okay if you break my heart.”

WORDCOUNT: 4.6k

TAGS: toxic behavior, smut, angst, fuck buddies, obsessive themes, manipulative tendencies, praising, sub-ish! bokuto, asshole! reader, riding, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving with a little of male receiving too), bokuto loves you too much...

WARNING: do not proceed if you are easily triggered. do not romanticize this behavior. this type of relationship is toxic and should not be viewed as normal. also, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this turned long tf? okay... sinful and messy with angst just how we like it huee~ i hope you liked this fuck-girl spin off~ <3

Bokuto knows that he shouldn’t love too much, he knows but he can’t really help it. He just pours so much emotion to everything he does and it’s both his strength and weakness. People can take advantage of that, he knows. Bokuto may wear his heart on his sleeves but he’s not an idiot as much as people like to think and just he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind that people can take advantage of him, he just wants to share his love and emotions with others.

“Bokuto- san, are you getting the hang of the new quick?” Hinata asked, drinking his water as they finished their practice. Bokuto looked at the shorter male, a wide toothy grin on his face, and huffed his chest in confidence.

“Of course, Hinata! I’m Bokuto Koutarou, your senpai, after all!” He boasted while Atsumu and Sakusa watched the scene in the corner.

“Geez, talk about ego.” Atsumu commented, wiping his sweat off. Sakusa scoffed at Atsumu’s words and walked away but not without saying, “You’re one to talk, Miya.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean, Omi!”

Bokuto and Hinata watched Atsumu chase after Sakusa with his sweaty small face towel while the latter cringed in disgust. Bokuto then ignored them, turning to Hinata with a grin.

“Neh, Hinata~ Tell coach I’ll go on first, okay~ I have to meet up with someone,” Bokuto said, a small tint of blush on his face. Hinata looked at him for a moment with confusion but nodded. Once the shorter male responded, Bokuto thanked him and raced to his things, packing up and went straight for the door with a loud goodbye.

“What’s wrong with ‘im?” Atsumu asked, stopping next to Hinata and draped an arm on the shorter male’s head.

“I don’t know but Bokuto-san looks happy”

Bokuto hurried his way to his girlfriend’s apartment, oh he meant his friend with benefits... He doesn’t like this arrangement, not one bit. but if this is the only way he can be close to you then he’ll take it. He’ll take any chances just to be close to you even if it means that he’ll end up hurting.

The tall sweaty male was breathing heavily when he arrived at your apartment but his smile was unwavering, happy that after these past few days he could be with you again.

Bokuto raised his hand to ring your doorbell but the door suddenly opened, surprising him. His smile slowly dropped when he saw that it wasn’t you but an unknown male exiting your apartment.

“Oh, sorry dude.” The unknown male muttered then walked on his way out, letting Bokuto hold the door open. Wide golden eyes trained on the unknown male, observing him. He had curly brown hair, pale-ish skin, tall and lanky with a black outfit on. He was the complete opposite of Bokuto.

Bokuto ignored the voices in his head, trying to shake off the negative thoughts that started to corrupt his mind. His whole cheerful mood slowly diminished, he lowered his head while his thoughts ran like crazy. But he ignored it, he cleared his throat and widened his wobbly smile, picking his head back.

He walked in your apartment, calling out to you. “(Y/n)? I’m here! Are you still up for some food or did you change your mind?”

You yawned and went to your kitchen where you saw Bokuto in your hallway, removing his shoes with his usual smile. Your mind started working again and your brows furrowed in thought, rubbing your nape

“Oh shit... That was today?” You muttered, your fingers pinching your nose bridge in slight annoyance. Bokuto’s smile faltered, his once shining eyes began to dim, but once again he covered it up.

“It’s okay, (Y/n)-chan! We can reschedule if you want!” He suggested, stopping his movements to remove his other shoe. Bokuto straightened up when you looked over to him and he showed you his grin as if telling you it is alright.

You sighed and shook your head, “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll change.” You answered after a while. Your tone was cold and it was as if you were gonna do something you didn’t want to do but was roped into. Your disinterested figure disappeared into your bedroom, leaving Bokuto alone.

Bokuto finished removing his other shoe in silence, his teeth biting his lower lip. He left like shit. Like some trash to make someone act like hanging out with him was a chore and like he was wasting their time. If it was anyone else, they can shove their opinion about him up their ass but yours was something far more valuable than anything in the world.

He finished removing his shoes and walked in your kitchen, grabbing a glass to fill it up with water. He even forgot to change his clothes and fill his water bottle because of how fast he raced to you.

“(Y/n), can I change my clothes in your bathroom?” Bokuto asked, going through his bag after he drank water and put the glass in your sink.

“Yeah whatever” He heard your quiet response in your bedroom. He pursed his lips and went to the bathroom to change. The bathroom smelt like you. Your shampoo and body-wash filled the small room. Bokuto smiled at the familiar scent and started changing his clothes.

When he finished, he looked in the mirror. Bokuto observed himself. Now, he wasn’t one to be cocky but people always said that he was handsome and the ‘perfect’ man or whatever that meant but why? Why don’t you think that-?

He tried everything just to catch your attention but nothing got you. He tried to mold himself into your ideal type from what he heard about you. He changed his wardrobe, his hair (once), and even his personality a bit. When you told him that you hate childish people who whine about things, he suppressed everything in him to not be whiny and annoy you. Bokuto wanted to be mature for you. Just for you.

“Oy, Koutarou. Why are you taking so long? You died in there or something?” Your voice was a bit muffled on the other side of the door. Bokuto snapped out of his train of thoughts and smiled at the door.

“’Course not! You wouldn’t get rid of me that easily, (Y/n)!” He said, going out of the bathroom and stood face to face with you. You looked at Bokuto from head to toe and nodded in approval with a small smile.

“You clean up nice, Kou”

Bokuto beamed at the compliment also noticing that your mood had gotten better than before. He giggled softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzled his face on top of your head.

“I’m glad... It’s all for you...” He whispered lovingly. Bokuto felt you tense a bit and you started to move away from him. He pouted at that but released you, knowing that it might dampen your mood again if he became clingy right now.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go then, lover boy.” You said, clearing your throat as you dismissed his words. Bokuto smiled sadly at you and you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t look at him, going to the door to wear your shoes with Bokuto following you like a lost puppy.

He sighed a bit, his small disheartened smile on his lips while he followed your actions.

This is okay... I’m happy just to be with her...

Bokuto’s and your ‘relationship’ continued with the former reminding himself that the situation can’t get better and that is his only shot with you. It was okay that he was hurting, at least he can be with the one he loves, right?

Though his mood was noticeable, the Black Jackals saw that there was something wrong going on. His fake smile was getting too easy to read, his shaky smile present in his face as he tried to put on his usual dazzling smile. Eyebags surround his exhausted golden eyes. Bokuto was slowly losing sleep with all his thoughts these past few days.

“Bokuto-san? A-Are you okay?” Hinata quietly asked the dazed male who looked at empty space. Bokuto looked at him with a tight weary smile and nodded, “Y-Yeah... I’m just tired, Hinata”

“I think you should get some sleep, Bokuto-san...” Bokuto chuckled a bit at the younger’s words and nodded once again, “I will after practice don’t worry”

he lied

Bokuto slept for about 30 minutes but woke up after a dreamless sleep. He groaned when he looked at the clock, the ticking was getting on his nerves.

3 am

And then a small ding came, his tired eyes widened in eagerness and a grin crept up on his face as he opened the text.

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 (𝐲/𝐧) 🥺

If it was 3 am then maybe you would text him again for him to come over. This was your usual time where you ring his cell up, even though he was dead tired, the thought of you hitting him up and telling him that you need him was making his heart flutter. A smile started to fill up his lips unconsciously.

Bokuto got his phone and scrolled through his inbox, checking if you texted him already. He refreshed continuously as if it would make your awaited text come faster.

[₃:₂₁ ₐₘ]: 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘰𝘶. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥

Your text message was fucking dry as ever but did Bokuto cared? no. He only cared that you texted him after another week without any trace of you. He was just happy that you finally texted him after a while, emotions clouding his judgement once again.

Bokuto sat up and texted you back quickly, confirming that he will go to you asap. After that, he threw his phone on the bed and freshened up. Going to his closet, he picked a black tee and jeans and sprayed a bit of cologne that he knows you liked. He got his phone, keys, and wallet and he was off to you. A lovesick smile on his face.

He arrived at your apartment in a jiffy, excited to see you, and rang your doorbell. Bouncing a bit on his feet while he waited for you. When the door opened, he saw wearing a short bodycon black sweater exposing your legs and neck with a bit of your collarbones.

“Well, that was fast. A new record, Kou” You teased with a small smirk. Bokuto became putty at the sound of your voice and seeing you in front of him after loathing in self-pity and depreciating, it was like an elephant removed one of its feet on his chest.

Bokuto missed you so much and you’re so gorgeous, it hurts him. He just couldn’t control himself as he gulped, waking closer to you and hugged you tight in his chest, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. your sweet scent made his head dizzy, letting you and your scent engulf his whole being.

“I missed you so much, (Y/n)... You don’t know how much I miss you” He muttered on top of your head as he walked you two in the apartment while his one hand closed the door. Bokuto hurriedly removed his shoes with his feet and pressed you against the wall. He started to kiss up and down your throat, teeth grazing the soft skin on your neck. Your cold hands went up to his messy hair, nails scratching his scalp sending shivers down his spine while you disregard his words.

“You drive me crazy, (Y/n)...” Bokuto continued, now against your neck, body pressed against yours. The feeling of the cold wall on your back and Bokuto’s warm body was slowly getting to you. You raised your leg up to his hip and pulled him closer to you. You felt his semi hard-on through his jeans as Bokuto pressed himself in your heat, slowly grinding up to you.

“Shit, Kou... You feel so good” You let your lips touch his ear, your hot breath against the sensitive skin. Bokuto whined a bit at your teasing, your hands descending to feel his muscular chest, nails trailing on his clothed chest.

He leaned away from your bruised neck to look at you, wild dilated eyes staring straight into you. You smirked up at him, fluttering your lashes so prettily and hooked your finger in his belt hoops, pulling him again to you. The action made your pressed groins to have some friction.

Bokuto's eyes fluttered shut and lips parted slightly at the small pleasure, you smirked at his reaction. His reaction will always be your favorite. He was just too easy to play with, just a wag of your finger, he's gonna be looking at you with utmost admiration like a loyal mutt and that’s why you kept him longer than most of your other arrangements.

You captured his lips in a hot kiss, your tongue going inside his mouth without permission though the small thrust of his hips indicated that he’s not really complaining. His warm hands went to your thighs, gripping you in a tight hold and carried you with ease, letting you wrap your thighs around his hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck, tongue working in a frenzy motion, wet, sloppy, and messy. so messy.

Bokuto carried you to the bedroom, careful of his movement to not bump into any furniture. He laid you down in the plush bed, muscular body covering yours. His hands wandered and went in your sweater, caressing your upper thighs.

You released his lips, looking at him. Lips, red and swollen and so wet. Half-lidded dark golden eyes staring at you, switching from your eyes to your red lips. Despite the tense sexual atmosphere around you two, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek which surprised you.

You looked at him with confusion but Bokuto only smiled at you and then proceeded to kiss down your throat, to your collarbones and then knelt on the floor.

Bokuto kissed your plush thighs lovingly, hands moving to let your legs so he can rest it on his shoulders. Your eyes met when he looked up at you, he once again smiled at you.

“I’ll take care of you, (y/n)” He said tenderly, a sweet smile on his lips. Rough hands pushed your sweater up, bunching it up on your upper stomach. Golden eyes admired the sight in front of him. Soft skin presented to him, cute and soft thighs loosely wrapped around his head and your pussy covered by a pair of dainty red panties.

Bokuto reached up, caressing your covered pussy with the back of his fingers and felt the wet cloth on his skin. A small curse escaped him when he saw you sighed and your eyes fluttered close. He moved closer to your cunt, feeling your heat. His tongue peaked out and licked a long stripe on your covered cunt, dampening your panties with his saliva and your essence. He continued to lick you through the thin cloth. With his tongue pointy, he circled your clit gently. Your hand went straight to his hair, pulling him closer to you.

The two-toned haired male sucked you through your panties, tasting you a bit. Releasing your clothed cunt, he looked at the darkened patch on your underwear, courtesy of his spit and your wetness.

Impatiently, he removed your panties and quickly settled back in his position after helping you remove it. He looked at your pussy, admiring it, licking his lips, wanting to eat you more than ever. You sighed impatiently when nothing happened for a moment.

“Koutarou just fucking eat me out already” You groaned, grumpy, and jerked your hips to get him to start. Bokuto smiled at your actions and flattened his tongue, tasting you fully. He moaned at your taste and like a starved man, he ate you out like you’re his last meal.

Tongue flicked your clit so expertly making your thighs slightly closed instinctively around his head but that only encouraged Bokuto, who now started to eat you out more aggressively. Your breath quickened at his actions, grinding on his tongue as it rubbed your bundle of nerves. He then inserted his tongue in you, thrusting and licking your velvety walls.

He released his grip from your thighs as one hand went to fondle puffy your clit while his tongue fucked into you. His tongue slick in your warmth and you pressed your pussy on his tongue to get him deeper. Pushing his face closer, you could feel him nudging you faster to your climax. With steady thrusting of his tongue and the rough rubs he gave your clit, your orgasm washed over you.

“F-Fuck--!”

You started to jerk into his hold, moaning loudly and grinding your heat in his mouth. Bokuto lets you ride your high, licking you up happily and slurping up your juice. The wet noises so lewd and erotic in the the quiet room.

His other hand went south to palm his hard cock. Noticing this, you stopped his movements which confused Bokuto. He leaned away from your pussy, mouth dripping with your juice and his spit and his breath heavy from all the excitement.

“W-What’s wrong, baby?”

You ignored his words and pulled him up, laying him in the bed, sitting on top of his groin. Bokuto gasped in surprise at your action while you hissed at the sensitivity that coursed through your body but that didn’t stop you. The male also makes no movements to stop you, ready to satisfy you and wanting nothing more than to gain your praises. Whatever you want, he would deliver with no error.

Lust filled eyes followed your figure as you copied his movements earlier, settling between his thick thighs. You unbuttoned his jeans, sliding it off roughly while Bokuto watched you, biting his lip, his body jerking at your rough actions.

Once you got the pesky pants off his body, you admired the thick outline of his hard cock in his boxers. You let your hand drift and started rubbing him through the cloth. Bokuto closed his eyes at the pleasure, his dick was so hard that it really hurts and your soft touch was making him light-headed.

Pulling his boxers off, his dick was fully exposed and was standing tall against his stomach, a large vein running down his length and his head flushed red and was leaking so much precum. You leaned closer and put small kitty licks on the engorged head of his cock, tasting him. Bokuto gulped at the sight of you, red hot blush on his cheeks. You looked so beautiful like this.

“Baby.. Please fuck me..” He panted out, breathing heavily. You smirked up at him, eyes locking. “Since you asked so nicely, how can I deny you, Kou~” You purred, crawling up to take a seat on top of him once again, your pussy rubbing against his hard cock.

“Shit, you feel so good-” Bokuto muttered, warm hands going to your hips, holding you tight. Your own hands hastily took off his tee, wanting to see his muscular chest.

“You look so sexy like this, Kou” You praised, kissing on one of his pecs while you caressed the other, admiring the gorgeous muscles. Bokuto’s lips parted at your praises, hips grinding up at your wet cunt.

You could feel his dick twitching against you making you smile, “You’re really big on praises huh, baby boy?”

“F-Fuck, yes--”

Bokuto’s brows furrowed when you matched his grinding, doubling the pleasure he felt. His grip on your hips tightened, looking at your pussy that was moving against his dick.

“You remembered to bring a condom this time, right Kou?” He freezes at that, looking up with alarmed eyes. You sighed at that, knowing that he forgot again but you were too horny right now and he looks so good under you.

“Fuck it, just fuck me raw baby. I’m on my pill anyway” You muttered, kissing his ear, your tongue traced the shell slowly. Bokuto groaned at your words, feeling really impatient now. He lifted you up a bit to line this dick on your entrance, feeling your wet folds on his sensitive head. Bokuto hid his face on your neck, kissing the bruised skin. He didn’t move after that though, knowing that you were in control right now, not him. You smirked when Bokuto made no other move, mumbling a small praise because he remembered your ‘rules’.

You steadied yourself and slowly sunk down on his thick length, you two moaning in unison at the feeling. You forgot just how big Bokuto was, the sting was always there but god you loved it so much.

Bokuto groans when your wet tight cunt wrapped around him so deliciously. Your soft walls encasing his cock, clenching around him. When he was fully inside you, you winced a bit at the pain and pleasure as his tip nudged your cervix slightly.

Your movements were slow at the beginning, trying to ease the sting but Bokuto didn’t mind and just enjoyed your slow build up, mouth open slightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration.

Watching his face, you quickened your pace when the sudden pleasure hit you, shivers running down your spine. The change of pace made Bokuto open his eyes in shock, mouth open into a silent gasp. He let his eyes travel your body, watching you, and one of his hands went up to your breast and thumbed the pebbled nipple.

Your hand covered Bokuto’s and you squeezed your breast, your bouncing never faltering with the male’s other hand supporting you. His fat cock hitting your g-spot perfectly with every bounce you did, your release coming closer than you expected. You chased your pleasure, ignoring Bokuto’s but fuck with the way you were riding him like he was a toy for your own pleasure was getting him closer to his high as well. Your wet pussy sliding on his cock, feeling your tight walls sucking his cock again and again as you ride him.

You let your other hand rest on his chest for leverage, swirling your hips on Bokuto’s dick. Bokuto’s fingers went to your neglected swollen clit, rubbing fast circles making you gasp in surprise and pleasure, looking at him with wide lustful eyes.

“S-Shit, just like that baby... You make me feel so good, Kou--” You whispered, riding him faster and the added clit stimulation Bokuto gave you pushed you off the edge, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over your entire being for the second time. You moaned his name, praising him again and again which encouraged Bokuto’s actions to speed up even more.

Bokuto groaned when you clenched around his cock tightly and taking your hips in on his hold, thrusting up into you vigorously, chasing his own orgasm and letting you ride your own.

With a few sharp pumps, he spilled his load in you, his cum coated your velvety walls with white ropes. “S-Shit, (Y/n)!” You grabbed his face and placed a hard sloppy kiss on his lips, Bokuto groaning on your lips while his hips still moved frantically to ride his high. Tongue swirling with each other, caressing in a frenzy motion.

When his high slowly died down and his thrust came to a stop, you released him from the kiss and slumped on his chest, tired. Bokuto wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you in his sweaty body. You groaned in discomfort of the heat and sweat but decided to just let Bokuto be.

Silence surrounded you when your harsh uneven breaths died down, the cold air nipping against your skin. Bokuto runs his hand on your back, drawing circles on your skin.

This only really happened with Bokuto, your other friend with benefits never stayed long in your apartment. You always kicked them out right after sex but you guess, Bokuto was a bit special... but it doesn’t mean that you like him or anything. He was just fun to play with, yeah that’s it.

“(Y/n)? You awake?” Bokuto’s unusual soft voice called out. You hummed against his chest but didn’t pick your head up, feeling lazy and tired.

“Can... Can I ask a question?”

“You already did though.”

Bokuto chuckled nervously at your response making you leaned away a bit to look up at him. His golden eyes shone under your soft fluorescent lamp.

“Why do you-- do you like this type of arrangement?” He finally asked after a while of contemplating. You raised a brow at his question, “Why? Do you have a problem with it? If you have, you can always get-”

Bokuto shook his head frantically, not letting you finish your words, “N-No, that’s not what I meant! Just why in general, of course!”

You hummed once again, scanning his expression before continuing, “Love is shit, that’s why. It’s fake and make people believe in it and when they’re in too deep, it shows it’s real colors and hurt you”

Bokuto’s eyes softened at your words, he never thought about that. Who hurt you this bad that they made you lose faith in love?

“Love is beautiful though. Yes, it might not be perfect but it’s beautiful” Bokuto answered back more softly, tucking a loose strand of your hair on your ear with a loving smile on his face while he admired you.

Your heart slowly beat at his actions, looking at Bokuto with uncertainty but you shook your head, getting rid of your thoughts and scoffed.

“Hearts are made to be broken, Kou”

Bokuto’s eyebrows curled in sadness, eyes soft and the fingers that traced your skin stopped for a moment, “if it is then i wouldn’t mind, (y/n). it’s okay if you break my heart.”

Your heart crumpled in guilt at his selfless words for once and you shook your head in disbelief, chuckling fakely, “You’re an idiot, Kou. Don’t do that to yourself”

The two-tone haired male continued to trace your features with sad eyes, a small bittersweet smile on his face as if he accepted it already, “if it means that I can be with you, I’ll do anything, (y/n).”

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captaintuggeroferebor · 5 years

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the one with the Orc and the kitten

You had really hoped your day off would be simple, no dealing with rude customers and no ensuing headaches when they said something so asinine you lost faith in people altogether. So after pouring some coffee into a mug, you propped your feet up on the coffee table and pulled out the book you had been dying to read.

Only to hear a scratching noise.

“What the…” you lowered the book, looking around your slightly messy apartment; a mess you were diligently trying to avoid, and made a face.

You checked your feet, making sure you hadn’t slid one of the many plants across the coffee table. And yup, you hadn’t. So what the hell was-

scritchscritchscritch.

After a moment of making increasingly irritated expressions you sighed, putting the book down and tip toeing the length of your apartment. First back toward the bedroom, but then the sound got fainter, so you went back towards the door and it got louder.

You paused right in front of it.

Then tugged it open to reveal a tiny, black ball of fur with large green eyes.

“Where did you come from little guy?” You leaned down and picked up the black at gingerly, giving it plenty of time to scamper away. It didn’t and you brought it to your chest, closing the door and walking back to the couch, plopping down and inspecting the small creature.

Well, it didn’t take long to figure out it was a boy and that he had a tiny green collar around his neck with a tag that read ‘Taco’.

“Really, your name is Taco?” you asked and earned yourself a swipe from a paw. “Alright, alright. I’m gonna text the landlord; she’s a Witch, she should be able to figure out who you belong to.”

It had been a while since you had had a cat, taking to plants more since the death of your last one, whom you had had for eight years. Even holding the little ball of fluff made it hard to swallow and your eyes sting.

One handed texting wasn’t fun, but with one hand captured by said beast and his tiny, needle-like teeth gnawing on your finger, you weren’t about to argue.

Is there anyone in the building who has a black kitten named Taco? The message went unanswered and while a part of you understood that she was busy, the other part really just wanted to sit down and relax for a day.

You sighed, scratching at the kitten’s head, smiling when he purred and sounded more like a motorboat. “You’re kinda messing with my day here Taco.”

Your phone dinged and you swore when you read the answer. No, no one does. If you’ve found an animal I’d suggest taking it to the animal shelter and putting up fliers.

After putting Taco down so he could proceed to attack the pillows on the couch like they had personally offended him and thought for a moment. While having him in the apartment would bring up a lot of memories, the thought of putting him in the animal shelter made your chest tight.

Thanks, was all you sent back.

You had fliers to make and Taco’s owner to find.

You’d had Taco for about a week and were simultaneously in love with the little fur ball and hating him with a fiery passion.

He had already been littered trained, so thank the Gods you hadn’t had to deal with that. But he was the most annoying cat you had ever met, you weren’t sure his owner would ever be missing the little asshole.

He didn’t leave your side when you read, but Gods forbid you try to turn a page and not pet him.

He had trained that right out of you with his little teeth.

Taco loved to scratch at everything and spend his nights running back and forth around your apartment, knocking plants over and chewing on things kittens were definitely not supposed to chew on. Not only that, when he finally chilled the hell out every night, he decided your face or throat was the best place to sleep.

“You’re a goddamn brat,” you reminded him, kissing his head as you continued to pet him.

No one had responded to your many, many fliers over the past week and while you were tolerating his behavior, you didn’t want to replace whoever his owner was. Someone had to be missing him; the trip to the vet had revealed he didn’t have a chip but was in perfect health.

And his little collar and tags…someone had to missing the little hellion.

Even if you were sick of your things being knocked over or ruined, you would miss the little hairball if he suddenly disappeared.

“Hopefully your owner finds those fliers before you get too comfortable.” you told him, rolling your eyes when he swiped at your hand.

Knock. Knock.

The heavy sounds at the door happened the same time your phone went off and you hesitated between that and the phone, only for a few seconds before more knocks came. Taco went careening down the hallway and for a moment you watched him go, shaking your head before you made your way to the door.

With a yank, you opened the door. And had to look up and up some more when you came face to face with a massive, muscled torso.

And had to stop your jaw from dropping.

Or drool from coming out of your mouth.

“Uh…” you swallowed. “Can I help you?”

“Are you the one who found Taco?” the Orc demanded.

You didn’t answer immediately, unable to tear your eyes from him. He was tall, at least seven foot, muscled and broad like most Orcs were. The workout clothes he wore showed off his body to the point it was almost obscene, stetted across his barrel-like chest, near bursting where his biceps pressed against the fabric, and muscles in his stomach were so defined you blinked a few times.

Was he real?

When he cleared his throat you bit your bottom lip. “Uhm. Yeah. I mean, yes! I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone today. Come in and I’ll get the little terror as soon as-”

“I prove he’s actually mine,” he finished before you could, nodding and waving one of his hands when you went to defend yourself. “I understand, I wouldn’t hand over a kitten to just anyone who came looking. I’m Orak.”

Well then.

After telling him your name, you stepped back and allowed him in the apartment, wishing you had had time to clean, but pushed it down and went in search of Taco. It only took a moment of indecision about whether or not you should grab all the things you had bought for the little demon for you to decide that would be best.

It hadn’t been smart or in your budget, but no one could resist that little face.

Speaking of which, Taco sat on your bed chewing on the book you had left there.

You rolled your eyes and scooped him up in your arms with the bed, harness, bag of food, and various toys. After squashing a wave of embarrassment that you had gotten so much and headed back out to the living room with Taco gnawing on the hair that had slipped from your bun. “Well I found him, eating my books again.”

“He does that. I’m sorry, he really is a brat.” Orak said it with an air of exasperation but the sheer amount of adoration in his honey colored eyes made your knees weak. He held is phone out after a moment. “These are all the pictures I have.”

A yelp of surprise escaped your mouth with said brat jumped and propelled through the air and landed on his shoulder. Taco then began to rub against the massive Orc and swipe at the rings in his tusks.

You took his phone, reinforced and made larger for bigger species, and sure enough there were hundreds of pictures of the little terror. Your heart clenched at seeing what was the first picture and asked. “You found him on the road.”

“Yeah outside my apartment screaming. Couldn’t get rid of him them,” he answered easily, though it was clear his attention was said kitten.

“Well, he’s yours. I’m glad he won’t be eating my books anymore.” you joked.

Orak offered you a lopsided grin and you thought your knees might give out. “Can’t say I missed that either. You didn’t have to buy him all this.”

You made a face and chuckled. “It’s been a while since I had a cat, I went a bit overboard.”

“Still too fresh to get another?” he asked, eyes unbearably kind.

You rubbed the back of your neck and gestured to the potted plants around the apartment that took up a lot of space. “My powers sort of came in and before I could have the landlord hex them so she wouldn’t get into him…”

You swallowed, remembering opening your door and looking for her.

It had been one the worst days of your life.

“I’m so sorry.” Orak stated, voice rough with emotion and so soft at her admitting that. “Well, thank you. I got the information from your landlord, so I��m sure you sent you my number. If you ever want to see this little beast or, just me, again, let me know.”

It was only after he had picked up all the things for Taco and left, that your realized Orak had been that upfront with his interest.

Well, shit.

You had ended up going on a few dates with Orak, all of them he found something fun, something you wouldn’t have considered for a date.

The first had been going to the pumpkin patch and while he was good with animals, he had picked the worst and then deferred to your Pagan abilities. He hadn’t understood, never encountering someone like you, and after some explanation about the nature of Pagans (who were like Witches, but without the connection to magyck and only a connection to the Earth), you had taught him how to pick the right pumpkin.

The second was a tour to look at the changing leaves.

And the third had been a trip to the vineyard that was run by his Centaur friend.

So when the two of you stumbled back into your apartment, giggling and holding one another, you felt like you had known Orak for years.

He was quiet, calm, and so kind; he had easily soothed your anxieties of being in a new city and only working yourself to the bone, an allowed you to hold Taco or him without calling you clingy.

You tripped and in the process of catching you, Orak pulled you toward him, which ended up with your back against the wall. The soft laughter between the two of you stopped as you looked up into his honey colored eyes, the sharp line of his nose, the curve of his jaw that was covered in thick, coarse hair.

Your hands wound into the thick braids that fell over his shoulders.

He said your name softly and duck his head, pressing his slightly chapped lips to yours, gently kissing you so that his tusks and piercings didn’t get in the way. You pulled him closer, a whine slipping through your lips when he hiked you up so you were straddling his thigh.

The noise he made was low, lewd, and made you grind downward on his leg after hearing it.

It became clear he wasn’t going to move further, you reached down to take one of his massive hands and place it over the zipper to your jeans.

You ground down on his hand. “Come on Orak.”

“Tell me how you want it,” he demanded back, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Touch me, dammit.” you hissed.

That seemed to do the trick; he ducked down and bit at your throat, biting down on the sensitive flesh there, which only made you let out a high pitched moan. Orak undid the button and slid the zipper down, his fingers dipping in, finding your clit and circling it slowly. He growled your name, continuing his work on your neck.

He switched to his thumb, fingers dipping down inside of you. Your head smacked back against the wall as his thick fingers stretched you, the pain of the stretch bleeding into pleasure.

“So wet,” he groaned against your neck, moving his thumb faster as he pulled his fingers out, only to push them back in at a not so gentle pace.

“Fuck!”

Your hips moved of their own accord, undulating faster and faster against his hand, forcing his fingers inside you again and again. Orak lifted his head kissing you again, though you couldn’t manage to kiss him back, on whine against his lips with an open mouth. He grinned against your lips, pupils blown wide at the sight of you losing control. “Come on beautiful, come for me.”

The coil in your gut tightened, all your muscles doing the same at you raced towards release.

Almost, almost, almost.

His teeth clamped down on your throat, tusks pressing hard into your skin.

You cried out, body doubling over as your muscles clenched, pleasure rushing over your body in waves, muscles shaking with each one.

Orak kissed your forehead, whispering praises as you came down from your high, the squelching of his fingers moving and your heavy breathing filled the room. After your were only shaking a bit, he asked, “You wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“Hell yes,” you panted.

#okay this is my first one #be gentle #orc x reader #exophilia #is that the tag #i think it is #do we call these lemons now?#lemon #full circle my dudes #tugger writes a thing

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