himbo orc bf hadn't touched anyone before - never really thought much about wanting to -- until he met you in psych class.
He needed a gen ed science to satisfy his final semester, and you soon realized that a big, green football jock might be exactly what you needed to satisfy
the university was well mixed; human, fae, orc, imp, ent, and all way of beat ventured here. Evan was still an outcast due to his stature and kind nature. As giant as the gentle come. And green as a field of grass.
you hadn't dated much in high school, and hardly through college. Classes had to come first. Graduation was in twelve weeks - and your arbitrary goal of losing your virginity in college was becoming less realistic by the day. Especially if you wanted the encounter to mean something, you needed more than a few weeks to find someone.
that was until the tallest drink of water walked into your psych 4101 class. You had seen him on campus - couldn't miss him, really - but now he was close enough to smell.
Of course he sat in front of you, and the seats were on wheels. It was an effort not to lean too close and get caught with a crush on the sweaty linebacker. You were just trying to see the slides...right?
You admit, you didn't have to get quite so close. But he must come to class straight from weight training because he is usually decorated with the most yummy pattern of back sweat. His shoulders couldn't be that big, it must be a trick of the light.
The group project was a natural consequence of college classes. But why, when the lecturer announced the pairings, did the stoic linebacker seem so excited to be your partner?
Evan, he introduced himself. He complimented your handwriting, the buttons on your bookbag, the wallpaper on your computer. He was hesitant to share his notes. They were scrappy and slanted. You helped him use the textbook index and fed him words to find.
You aced the project, and that should have been the end. Summer was racing toward you and internships were top of mind.
Or should have been. When you splashed cool water on your wrists one day in late April, you weren't sure another day of studying and spiraling on job hunting websites was feasible. All you could think about was Evan calling you brilliant.
You tried convincing yourself he wasn't interested so you couldn't get your hopes up....but it wasn't working. You remembered him stealing glances down your shirt, and wanting him to keep doing it. Challenging his captive gaze and pouting your luteal cleavage at him over your desk.
He drove you home a few times as an excuse to get you in his car. You invited him in the second time, just to see if he would. You didn't get far in your studio apartment before you were taking out your hair clip and asking if he was interested in watching a movie. He stood still, unresponsive. You realized he'd been hypnotized by your unbound hair.
You sat with a pillow between you on the couch for a while and moved it once you saw he wouldn't shrink away. His posture reclined into a spread that perfectly strained his sweatpants over his thick legs. There was only so much you could take.
Your hands were intertwined in his lap when you stretched to touch him. He released your fingers with a surprised groan and let you explore. You admitted you didn't know what you were doing, only that you liked him. He blushed and scooted closer, sharing the same.
You wanted to show him your chest. You asked if he would take your shirt off. Confused, he removed his first, which was even better.
The kissing was slow. Like learning a dance a few steps at a time. The movie credits rolled and you realized you were gasping for air with fingers petting his huge rumbling throat.
His tense arms fought to not hook around and pull you closer before you asked him to. His hands steadied at your waist and held you firmly beside him on the sofa as you touched him. His eyes fluttered open and closed. you held you tongue in fear of giving him too much permission. But the bead of frustration on his brow made you want to so bad...
teeheeeee ORC bf i love you sweetie pie - like f0or part 2:?
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