Orc Boyfriend: Wourik (complete)

You had just gotten out of work and were sitting on the curb near your favorite food truck. They served the best banh-mi, so you were always there whenever you could afford it. After having worked such a long shift with only a handful of goldfish crackers to snack on, you had been dreaming about the pork banh-mi all day. All of the sudden, as you’re eating, you feel hot breath on you. Turning, you see a small corgi eagerly looking at you and then the food in your mitts.

“Can I help you?” You say with a mouth full.

The corgi happily prances his feet before barking just once.

“No, this is mine. Buy your own.” You look around to see if there was anyone coming to claim him. His tag was also worn and faded so you could barely read out his name which was Gouda. You couldn’t help but giggle, his coloring did make him look like a big hunk of gouda.

You got a rope from the food truck and tied it to Gouda’s collar and walked with him around the park to see if you could find his owner. Instead you ended up having to take Gouda home, which wasn’t a bad thing. Gouda was extremely well behaved, if only a little demanding for food. You bought some dog food for him and set him up nicely in your place. While he was with you, he would live in the lap of luxury.

You hadn’t had a dog for a while, not since moving for your job. But back home, you had worked with your family training dogs. You house was always filled with dogs, puppies, big ones, small ones, all sorts. So you started to see if Gouda knew any tricks. He knew the basic few, sit, stay, shake, but beyond that he was a blank canvas. 

You got posters made and started posting them around the park where you found Gouda. Meanwhile, you weren’t ashamed to make Gouda your buddy. You took him on walks and started teaching him a few tricks, one of which was trying to get him to bounce through a hoop. 

One day your get a phone call, and it’s Gouda’s owner.

“I’ve been worried sick! I lost him Tuesday,” he sounds so stressed out. 

“It’s ok, I found him Tuesday.”

The man goes quiet on the other end. “Was it at the banh-mi truck?” He snarls.

You try not to laugh, this sounds like a regular occurrence for him. “Yeah. I was trying to eat and all of a sudden-”

“He’s breathing down your neck.”

“Yes!” You stop yourself. “Sorry. Uhm, about how long was he out of your sight between the time he was with you and found me?”

“Five minutes!” The man scoffs. “I am so sorry he’s been mooching off you.”

“It’s ok, I’m just glad we were able to find you,” you sigh. “Gouda’s a sweetheart, he’s given me no issue.”

“I’m glad you can say that,” he chuckles. “When can I get him back?”

“We were just about to head to the park for a walk, why don’t you meet us by the food truck so it all comes full circle?”

“I’ll buy your lunch if you’re hungry,” he sighs. “My names Wourik, by the way.”

You roll the name on your tongue, it sounds different but kind of cool all the same. “Ok. I’ll see you there.”

You pack up Gouda and head out. Gouda trots along, happy as can be. Once you get to the park you go over to the food trucks to wait. You look around, expecting someone to walk up or for Gouda to get excited about his master. Gouda, instead, is walking circles around you. The leash has bound up your legs, but you see the massive guy coming towards you.

No wonder Wourik sounded so different, he’s an orc. His arms at the size of your thighs and probably much more solid. He’s wearing glasses and his hair is tied back away from his face. His deep green skin is covered with dark freckles, especially on his face. 

“There you are!” Wourik kneels down as he approaches. Gouda lunges towards him, tightening the leash and dragging you with him.

You scream, toppling over like a jenga tower. Wourik grabs you, you fall over his shoulder and his hand lands directly on your ass as he tries to support you. Gouda’s bark is surprisingly smug.

“Are you ok?” Wourik gasps.

“I’m fine,” you struggle. “My legs are just-”

Wourik’s hand is gentle as he touches you, freeing you from Gouda’s leash. He sets you down and both of you are blushing like crazy. 

“He’s a shit-stirrer,” Wourik rubs the back of his neck. “I can’t tell you how many times he’s almost tripped me.”

Gouda looks extremely happy about that.

“He’s been fooling me then,” you chuckle. You notice from your fall buttons off his shirt have popped off, exposing his chest and the dark curls there. You gulp down a breath and giggle anxiously again. “He’s honestly been so much fun to have around. I’ve really missed having a dog.”

Wourik double checks Gouda’s collar as you walk towards the line to get banh-mi. “What did you used to have?”

“A lot,” you chuckle. “My family trains dogs. They used to do a lot of show dogs.”

Wourik points down at Gouda. “Could you train this jerk?”

“I actually have been!” You kneel down in front of Gouda and loop your arms. “Jump, Gouda!”

Gouda races forward, bounces through the hoop then barks at the other side.

“I knew he was lying to me!” Wourik scoffs. “Do I owe you anything for him?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s been so much fun. He’s been a good little buddy.” You give Gouda scratches and rubs. 

“I know what you mean, I’ve missed him.” Wourik squats down and pets him too. “He’s an asshole, but he's my asshole.”

You giggle. “If you ever want me to keep training him, I don’t mind. I would actually love to see him again.”

“I’d hate to take advantage,” Wourik murmurs. “What if I cooked for you?”

“For me?” You gasp. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I’m pretty good.” He points to the food truck. “I own this place. Created all the recipes.”

You stare in shock. “This my favorite place to eat! I have fantasies about running away and marrying one of the pork banh-mis! The way you do them reminds of my grandmother’s cooking.”

Wourik snorts. “No wonder Gouda likes you. Those are his favorite too.” He smiles at you. “That’s a huge compliment, I know how important a grandmother’s cooking can be.” He then seems to get struck by an idea. “Actually, I’ve been working on opening up another food truck for the downtown area, so I wanted to get some new recipes for it, I could use a taste tester who knows a thing or two about good grandma cooking.”

“Yeah! I’d love that,” you agree excitedly.

You and Wourik work out a schedule, you’ll come by during the evenings a few times a week to train Gouda and taste test all of Wourik’s recipes. He taught in Vietnam for a while after he dropped out of law school, it was there that a family he grew close with taught him how to cook. Not only that, but when their dog had puppies they gave him Gouda.

“He was Vietnamese and never told me,” you tease. 

“Y'all could have had so much to talk about.” Wourik plates a dish and you feel bad for messing it up. He has a flare to plating, and his sauces are to die for.

“What do you think?” Wourik leans on the counter as you eat.

“It’s my take on bun cha,” he says. 

“How do you do it? You cook like my grandmother did?” You chow down, almost tearing up at how much it reminds you of her. You picture yourself standing on the milk crate by the stove while your grandmother has you repeat each ingredient after her. 

“I was given a copy of a family heirloom down there, a handwritten cookbook that everyone had added to for generations. But luckily, the granny I stayed with taught me everything. She was angry that her own kids never wanted to learn, so I guess I was spite!” He laughs.

“She did the right thing.” You lick sauce from your thumb. “This cooking will get you married.”

Behind you Gouda prances his paws and barks excitedly.

Wourik sighs. “What about you? Do you cook?”

“When I get the chance. But I’m afraid I’m picky, if I can’t get the same things my grandmother used, I feel like I’m not doing her proud. I used bouillon one time for stock and I swear she haunted me for a few days.”

Wourik thinks for a moment then stands up. “Come here, follow me.”

You follow him back behind the kitchen where he has a massive pantry filled to the brim with all sorts of cooking supplies. There was equipment, spices, stocks, and all sorts of other things as far as the eye could see. In the back was a large glass door refrigerator with everything else.

You take things off the shelf and see they’re the exact brands and products your grandmother used to use. “Where did you find these? I can’t even get them at the Asian market on a good day!”

Wourik chuckles. “Lets just say, I’ve got a guy.”

You smile at him then gasp as the door shuts. Gouda barks from the other side of the door.

“Oh shit!” Wourik grabs the doorknob and jiggles it, but it doesn’t move. “Dammit Gouda!”

Gouda barks in reply.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“The door locks when it’s closed and can’t be opened from the inside.” Wourik goes to his phone and starts texting.

“We’re stuck in here?” you gasp.

“Ugh, my sister is out of town! She says she’s on her way back but it could be an hour.” he frowns and grimaces.

“It’s ok,” you chuckle. “Unless you gotta pee.”

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Wourik sighs and looks down at you. “Sorry, just not used to being trapped with a cute girl for so long.”

Your cheeks begin to burn. “Cute girl?”

“Oh uh-” Wourik rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. You’re cute. Maybe I even like you.”

Gouda barks from the other side of the door.

You inch closer. “Maybe I even like you too.”

Wourik’s freckled cheeks turn dark. “Is it because of my cooking?”

“A little bit. It certainly adds on to you. But I think you’d be hot even if you weren’t so good at cooking.” You place your hand in his palm and he turns towards you.

“I have been trying to seduce you with my banh-mi, except Gouda keeps getting in the way.” He dips his head down.

“Gouda’s only been trying to be your wingman.” You instinctively close your eyes as Wourik kisses you. You press closer, standing on tiptoe to enjoy his kiss more. You like the way his tusks rub against your skin, even as his kisses go down your neck. 

You rub your hands down his chest and sneak your fingers up under his shirt. His belly feels a tad soft, but you like it. You then feel the cold glass of the refrigerator door against your back, you moan softly as Wourik’s hand gropes at your ass again like that day.

“If you don’t tell me to stop, I won’t,” Wourik whispers.

You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

Wourik picks you up, pressing your back to the cold door as he continues to kiss you. You wrap your legs around him and tangle your fingers in his long hair. As you pull back from his kiss you see his glasses are askew and a bit fogged up.

“You sure you don’t want me to stop?” He growls in your ear. He ruts himself against you, the growing bulge in his pants grinds directly to your heat.

You moan and pull his hair as he nibbles at your neck. “Your sister is coming here right? Then you better hurry.”

He chuckles darkly, kissing you as he rubs his fingers against your leggings. “You’re already soaking through your panties and leggings!”

“My ex used to call me the super soaker,” you chuckle shyly. 

Wourik smirks as his fingers squish against your leggings. “I like that.” He lays you down on the cold floor and tugs off your leggings and panties. He opens you up and you wished you’d shaved, but he seems to not care. He rubs you and plays with you with his fingers, watching your wetness seep out and start to dribble on the floor.

“You’re making a mess.” His hot tongue laps at you, and you cry out from the unexpected sensation. You grab the top of his head as he slurps and moans between your thighs.

“Holy shit-” you arch your neck back as he sucks your clit and moans. Your ex said going down on your felt too much like drowning in a gross pool. Wourik, on the other hand, was slurping and moaning against you like he was eating his favorite meal.

“Wourik,” your voice trembles. “Oh god...I’m gonna-” your eyes roll back and you pull hard on his hair.

Between your legs he snarls and laughs, slurping you up as you cum on his tongue. “Fucking hell.” Your cum strings from his tusks and chin as he pulls away. “That was amazing.”

You giggle shyly. “It didn’t feel like drowning?”

“Better,” he grins as he sits up. He licks his chops as he leans forward. “I love a good meal when I can get one.”

You bite your lip. “Aww, thank you.” You prop up on your elbows to have a good look at him. “What have you got for me?” You sit up and run your hand up his cock, marveling at it. “Big boy!” You lean all fours, licking along his shaft as he snarls.

“I’ve tried losing weight,” he teases.

“Mm, don’t.” You look up at him as you lick, letting him see your pink tongue pressed against his jolly green giant. “You’re perfect.” You take hold of him and lap around his tip. He growls hungrily and his phone chimes.

You suck him into your mouth, moaning so the vibrations go along the shaft.

“It’s my sister,” he growls. “She’ll still be a while.” He sets his phone back aside.

“Mm,” you let him pop from your lips. “Good.” You stand up and brace yourself against the cold glass door. You jut your hips out and wriggle your ass for Wourik. “Now, come and get it.” You reach back with one hand and open yourself for him.

“You’re dripping.” He grins as he stands up. “Super soaker.”

You scoff. “Please, don’t call me that.” You look down as his cock slips between your thighs. He rubs against you, coating himself in your slick cum.

Wourik growls in your ear and tips it. “You ready?”

You moan and press your breasts against the cold door. “Yes. Do it.” You then laugh.“I’m on birth control by the way, so you can make an absolute mess out of me.”

He grabs your hips and digs his fingers in. You then feel him surge inside you, stretching you and making you gasp in excitement. He pushes in deep and you can feel every inch. 

“I thought you tasted good but holy shit,” Wourik snarls. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

You wiggle your hips and he hisses behind you. A sound slap to your ass and you squeal with delight. “Easy!” Wourik moves himself slowly, taunting you really. “I’m trying to last here.”

Wourik places his hand around your neck and bends you back towards him. His other hand wraps around your thigh and his fingers rub to your clit. You gasp and moan, crying out as he starts to go rougher inside you.

“Had I known you were like this before, I wouldn’t have kept my hands off you,” he growls low in your ear.

“I’ve been trying to behave,” you mewl. “To set a good example for Gouda.” You then cry out and his hips start shaking you faster. You feel your cum slick down your thighs as he pushes in deep. He presses his fingers against your mouth and you bite and suck on them.

Wourik’s fingers on your clit are starting to make your knees weak. You being held over the edge and staring into the deep chasm below you. Finally, you feel that push and rush as you fall and fall and fall.

Wourik roars and snarls, slamming you back against the fridge door as he pummels you. You start to drool as he pulls aftershocks from your body. You start to crumble and as you collapse to your knees. His voice becomes broken and raspy as his lips press against your ear and he whispers his pleasure to you. He keeps moving as he cums, mixing you up before he pulls out. His fingers explore you, rubbing you and watching his seed spill.

You fall to the floor, sated and dizzy. The cold floor feels good against your overly hot body. Wourik kisses you and you cup your weak hands around his face. “Are you good at everything?”

Wourik chuckles. “I can’t sing worth shit.” He lays down beside you and places his arm under your head.

“Do you think this is what Gouda wanted all along?” You ask as you trace your fingers up and down Wourik’s chest.

“What? For us to bang like rabid animals?” He kisses the top of your head.

“No, I mean-” You roll over against his chest. “Putting us together. Matchmaking.”

“Gouda?” Wourik laughs. “What? Why would he even do that?”

Outside the door Gouda barks and barks then I can hear him prancing his paws on the hardwood floor happily.

You rest your cheek on Wourik’s pec. “I dunno, he seems quite smug with himself right now.”