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Orc Boyfriend: Royal 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 19:00:04 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster
Sunday comes around, and with it your appointment to take young Mia on a girls’ day out. Royal invites you over to his apartment, which is littered with evidence that a little girl lives there. Mia is in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket and watching makeup videos while combing the hair of a large, colorful pony. “Come on in.” Royal sets aside a pink sparkly backpack to give you a seat at the table. “She wasn’t feeling too good this morning, so I’ve just let her watch TV and worry about homework later.”
He goes into the living room and leans over the sofa to talk to Mia with a hushed tone. Mia’s head pops up over the back of the sofa to look directly at you. She’s cute, and rather small for a ten-year-old. “This is the lady I was telling you about, the one I worked with who helped me the other day,” Royal introduces the two of you. “She said it’d be okay if you wanted to talk to her and ask questions.”
“Nice to meet you, Mia. How are you?”
Mia looks at you shyly, her big brown eyes the same as Royal’s. She dips her head down to look at her toy, then smiles. “I’m okay.”
“Can I sit with you? This is actually one of my favorite videos, too.”
Mia’s smile becomes brighter, and she moves over to give you some room. “I’m going to go downstairs to do some laundry,” Royal says to her. “I’ll have my phone, so call me if you need me.”
“Okay.” The way Mia looks at Royal speaks volumes. It’s obvious she adores him more than anything. Once he leaves, she curls back up and looks to the video.
“I like watching cartoons when I’m not feeling my best,” you tell her, hoping to spark a conversation. “Wrapped up with a heating pad, having sugary cereal, and watching cartoons is my favorite way to pass a crampy morning.”
Mia peers up at you. “You still like cartoons?”
“Well, sure! Just because I’m an adult doesn’t mean I have to stop liking things.”
“Somebody said I’m a woman now,” Mia pouts. “It scared me.”
You sigh heavily. “That’s not true. Getting your period just means you have a period. It doesn’t make you an adult. A long time ago it might have meant that, but not anymore.”
“My friend told me I could have babies now. Do I have to?”
You scowl. “Of course not! You’re still a baby yourself. Nothing has changed about you, Mia. It’s just your body. What makes your personality and all the cool things about you isn’t gonna change because of this. Maybe your mood, but not what your core is made of.”
Mia's smile returns and she hugs her toy to her chest. “Good,” she says.
You return her smile. “Is there anything else you’re worried about?”
“Why does it hurt so bad?”
You try to figure out a way to put it that won’t terrify a ten-year-old kid. “Well,” you purse your mouth as you think. “You know when you scrape your knee and get a scab that eventually falls off? It’s kind of like that.” You turn to face her better. “Your insides have to get rid of a bunch of old tissue, so they contract to make it all fall off.”
The look on Mia’s face is one of revelatory understanding, and you have to laugh. “I’m trying to make it sound not scary, it’s not, but it sounds that way. It’s a pain in the ass, but it’s normal.”
“That’s what Royal said,” Mia sighs.
“He seemed really worried about you. Especially if he asked me to come over,” you chuckle.
Mia frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Your uncle and I haven’t exactly gotten along at work,” you tell her. “We’ve butted heads a few times.”
“You’re really pretty, though. Why wouldn’t he like you?”
Getting complimented by this little girl makes your day. “Looks don’t always play into it. Your uncle may be good-looking too, but I still get aggravated with him.”
“Because he talks a lot?” Mia chirps.
You smile with pride. “You get it!”
You sit back and continue watching videos with her until Royal returns. He sets down the laundry basket, all clothes perfectly folded. “Well, you two look like you're enjoying things.”
“She’s fun,” Mia says, removing the blanket from around her head to reveal hair just like her uncle’s, very long and dark.
Royal’s smile is sweet as he looks at her. “Well I may regret this, but she’s offered to take you out for lunch and maybe to that Ulta Beauty you like.”
Mia’s eyes light up, and she bounces to her feet. “Really? Can I?”
“You just have to promise to behave while you’re out with her.” Royal says sternly. “She’s being very nice by offering this.”
“You’re not going, too?” Mia pouts.
Royal is surprised, but charmed. “I figured you’d like some girl time. You don’t get it a lot, you know?”
Mia attempts to sway him with a pleading look. “I want you to go, too. Is that okay?”
“Is that okay?” Royal asks you.
You smile at Royal. “You’re so pretty, you’ll fit right in.”
Mia cheers and jumps off the couch. “I’ll go get ready!” She races towards her room, shutting the door behind her.
Royal sighs. “She likes me, I think.”
“She loves you,” you insist. “She called me pretty.”
Royal smirks. “Poor kid must have bad eyesight.”
You stick your tongue out at him as you stand. “I’m driving, so you may want to be nice to me.”
Mia insists on getting lunch at a drive-thru so she can be in Ulta longer. Once there, you let her lead the way through aisles of makeup. Royal has to approve what she picks out, but she gets to buy whatever she wants. While she’s looking at eyeshadow palettes, Royal bumps your hip. “How about dinner tonight?”
You smirk at him. “You aren’t sick of me yet?”
“Quite the opposite. I’m starting to like you.”
You feel a nervous, sucking vacuum open in your chest, and you turn and look up at him with a curious smile. “Being bold?”
“I just don’t like playing games. If I like something or someone, I say it. So what about dinner?” Royal asks again.
You point to Mia. “What about her?”
“She’ll eat her meal, of course, and then she’ll want to play with her new makeup all night. You and I can talk in the kitchen.” Royal gives you a look like Mia gave him, and by god, it’s working.
“Okay,” you say unsurely. “I’m interested to see what the heck you’re all about.”
“Same here.” Royal turns to Mia as she comes running up with her chosen eyeshadow.
You go home after dropping them off so you finish some things up at the house. You take your dad out for a walk, then help your brother get things prepared for dinner. “First date you’ve been on since you got here,” he teases.
“No,” you scoff at him. “It’s just dinner. He’s niece is gonna be there.”
“Sucker,” your brother chides.
“You suck,” you toss back.
You return to Royal’s apartment, and Mia lets you inside. Royal is at the stove cooking, and you notice both of them look a bit different. “Did you try your new stuff, Mia?” you ask.
“I did!” Mia announces joyously. She’s tried her hardest to imitate the videos she watches, but her technique is still amateurish and heavy-handed. Her eyeshadow is very bold, and her contouring needs some softening. You look at Royal who has heavy blush and eyeliner on, and bite back a smile, knowing he’s undergone the makeover for her.
“She’s got skill.” Royal won’t look directly up at you.
“I just gotta practice,” Mia says.
Royal and Mia wash their faces before dinner, but you can still see evidence of the heavy eyeliner Mia gave Royal. After Mia eats her meal, she asks to go apply more makeup, which Royal allows. When she leaves, he pours wine for the both of you. “I used to drink so much. Now this is all I can handle most nights,” he says with some nostalgia tinting his voice.
“Wild celebrity parties?” you tease.
Royal rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles. “What about you? Aside from pretending to be a panda, what did you do before you came here?”
“I worked at a studio in a college town. Kind of rough, and I saw lots of stupidity, but the money was good and the neighborhood was surprisingly affordable. Lots of bars.” You make a face. “But I’ve grown out of that, too. I really loved it there.”
Royal gets a concerned look. “Why’d you move back, then?”
You sigh, letting that weight settle for a moment of seriousness. “I don’t like to talk about it, just like you. Work is where I go to leave it behind, but my dad is in the early stages of Alzhimer’s and my brother and I decided it would be best to be with him while he’s still himself, and take care of him while we can.” You begin to feel like you could cry, so you cover by taking a drink of wine.
“I’m sorry,” Royal says. “That must be hard.”
“He’s tough,” you reply. “He’s got a good chance of being able to stay lucid for a while.” You struggle to swallow the painful lump in your throat. “We’re hoping we don’t have to put him in a nursing home, though.”
“I understand.” Royal sips his wine. “Growing up sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Oh crap, it’s the worst.” You chuckle, relieved he’s changed the subject a little. “I’m glad I get to do it though. Glad I get to be here for him. Lord knows he’s earned it.”
He smiles and swirls his glass. “Go ahead and ask me what you want to ask, if you want to change the topic.”
You tuck your hair behind your ear. “What do you mean?”
“You know.”
You hear Mia laughing down the hall. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I don’t want to ask if you’re uncomfortable.”
“You can tell me, so I can tell you.” He tops off both your glasses. “Mia’s mother, my sister… both of us were pretty wild kids, and ran with some pretty bad crowds. I got out, but my sister… not so much.” He glances at Mia’s room, making sure she isn’t listening. “I got Mia five years ago. I never even knew she existed before that.”
He looks distraught, so you reach out and touch his hand. “What happened?”
“She died.” Royal shakes his head, then looks into your eyes. “In her sleep. It was an overdose. But I’ve told Mia it was just in her sleep, so don’t…”
“Of course not. So, you’ve had her for five years, huh? How have you kept that a secret from work?”
“I just say she’s my niece, and they don’t really ask any more questions than that. They just think we’re close.” Royal scowls. “I know hiding it is stupid, but I just don’t like talking about the circumstances. Besides, I’ve only worked at the parlor two years now. It’s not like I’ve worked there the entire time I’ve had Mia.”
“I still think you should at least say you’re raising Mia,” you reply. “You might get more help if you do. Like, I know it’s not easy, is it?”
“It’s terrifying,” Royal laughs. “I never wanted kids. It was never even a thought of mine. I had nothing, I didn’t know anything, and I still struggle, obviously.”
You smile at him. “My dad wouldn’t even go down the aisle with me when I was first getting my period, so already I think you’re kind of impressive.”
The two of you talk for a while longer, until Mia’s bedtime arrives. Royal walks you to the door and gives you a kiss on the cheek, which is a surprise, though not a bad one at all.
The next day at work, you feel shy around Royal, and he has a silly smile when he looks at you. “Dolly,” he says during a break. “I need a sitter for my niece this weekend. Would you and Lon be up for it?”
“Your niece?” Dolly says in surprise. “Really?”
“I’m wanting to go on a date, so I need someone to watch her for a little while.” He looks at you and winks, which makes Dolly’s eyes widen.
“I’ll talk to Lon, but sure,” she murmurs. “I didn’t know your niece lived with you.”
“Yeah, I’m raising her. Didn’t you know?” Royal teases.
Dolly looks at you curiously and shakes her head. “I had an inkling, really.” After that Dolly teases you relentlessly about it.
It isn’t until after work Royal comes out to ask you directly for the date. “So what do you say?” he asks. “I’ll take you out somewhere nice. Maybe we’ll see a movie, depending on how nice Dolly and Lon are.”
“Sure. I’ll try anything once.”
You go out with him Saturday to a seafood place where they have all-you-can-eat crab legs. You end up having a good night, eating yourself into a happy stupor and laughing with Royal. For the first time, you end up enjoying his long stories. He kisses you when he takes you home, a real kiss that makes your toes curl. “You’re good at that,” you laugh, lips still warm.
“Lots of practice.” He plants a softer kiss before he pulls away. “Talk to you later?”
“Sure.” You end up texting until you fall asleep early in the morning. You can’t believe it, but you’re actually falling for the guy you couldn’t stand a week ago. The two of you go on a few more dates, and you hang out with Mia sometimes to watch movies and have dinner. One weekend, Dolly and Lon offer to take Mia to the amusement park for the weekend, since Lon’s brother works there and gets free tickets. So Royal invites you to his place for the weekend.
You’re a bit nervous, but bubbling with excitement. It’s been hard to schedule time alone together, especially not for a sleepover. Since Royal has Mia, you’ve both wanted to go slow, but it’s getting hard to hold back. Heavy petting has steamed up your cars a few times.
You arrive at Royal’s apartment with an overnight bag just before dinner. He looks so good when he answers the door, with his hair down and wavy from the braid Mia had given him. “Come on in.” He steps aside, observing your baggy hoodie and tied-back hair. “You look comfy.”
“It’s just cold out.” Once you set your things aside, you give him a real show. Pulling off the hoodie, you reveal a leather bralette covered by a mesh crop top, and matching leather shorts with fishnets underneath. You revel in Roya’s gaze, feeling powerful as he stares longingly at you.
He licks his lips, taking a breath as his tongue touches his tusk. “You look great.”
You smirk as you approach him, putting your arms around him and leaning into his chest. “Wanna take it off me?”
“How dare you?” Royal grins. “What about dinner?”
“What about it?”
He moans low in his throat ,then nods. “I can order take out.” He leads you back to his bedroom, throwing you down on the bed and stipping off his shirt. He climbs on top of you, kissing you, touching you, unable to get enough of you. Then he straightens up, taking a hair tie from around his wrist and tying his hair back. “Don’t want this getting in the way.”
You bite your lip, growing more excited. Royal descends again, kissing you and biting your neck, and his hungry, rough voice vibrates through your ear. He takes off the mesh crop top first, admiring you in just the leather bralette before he kisses your chest and belly. He pulls down the zipper of your skirt, tugging it down to see another enthralling sight. “No panties?” he exclaims.
“I didn’t think we’d be going anywhere.” You grin down at him, seeing that some of your black lipstick has rubbed off on his face. “You like?”
Royal touches you through the fishnets, rubbing your vulva as his smile becomes a horny pout. “How’d you know I love a woman in fishnets?”
“You said you were Emo in high school. I figured it was a given.” You sit up with a grin and kiss him more, pulling him close, grabbing his ponytail and pulling. He moans at the tug, so you sharply yank again to hear him cry out louder. “Easy, girl,” he growls in warning. “Not many people get to pull my hair.”
Giggling, you bite his cheek. “There’s only me here, so I hope not.”
He laughs, kissing you sweetly until you lie back again. You hitch your legs up, capturing his waist between your thighs. His weight rests on you, perhaps one of your favorite sensations, and you can feel his erection through his pants, which is also exciting. Stroking your hands down his chest, you reach for his belt buckle, tug and unzip him, freeing him so only his underwear is in the way. “I wore panties,” he teases.
“If you wore panties, I might get more excited.” You grab the bulge tenting the cotton fabric. “Better visual and all.”
He moans as you touch him, moving his hips forward so he presses more firmly against your palm. “Do you mind keeping the fishnets on?”
You knew it. “Why do you think I wore cheap ones?”
He rips the fishnets at your groin, creating a hole for easy access. Once he kicks off his pants and underwear, you sense a hint of tension in the room. You stare up at him, waiting for him to move. Instead he gazes at you, looking tender and beautiful. “What is it?” you ask.
“I was just thinking.” Royal licks his lips. “I’m excited, but I don’t want to get too excited,” he laughs.
“Well, if you do get too excited, you still got other things that’ll work, ya know?” You pull him down. “Now come here.”
He lies on you again, moving himself so that when he fits between your legs, you feel him hard and warm against your belly. You moan softly for him, making him twitch. He moves again, angling himself through the fishnet until he finds wet, soft purchase. He scoops his hands under your hips to better angle you, and then his glans kisses your vulva. He adjusts himself, pressing harder so you open up, taking him inside. You moan loudly, throwing your head back as you feel him glide inside you. You love that first penetration, opening and awakening you.
“So damn good,” Royal moans. “You feel so fucking sweet.”
You look up at him. He was chatty as before, but is he one of those types too? You squeeze around him, and his voice cracks as he gasps. He moans loudly and whispers under his breath. “Such a good girl.”
Good girl, he says? You kiss down Royal’s neck, biting and licking. His hips jerk, and all the while he moans to you, telling you what a good girl you are, how beautiful you look. It’s kind of nice to hear it. “Keep going,” you coax him. “Fuck me.”
“You sound like an angel!” He gasps and his hips buck, going deeper and making you whine. “You like that? You want more?”
You nod, looking down to see him pull almost all the way out before pressing deeply inside. You cry out, throwing your head back against the pillow. “I’m going to make you come,” Royal growls. “I want to see how beautiful you look when you take all of me.”
“Fuck me!” you cry out. “Please!”
“Good girl,” he breathes, going faster and harder. “You take me so good. You feel so fucking sweet.”
You grab him, dragging him back down so you can kiss him. You reach for his hair, pulling it so he cries out. He jerks harder, sharper, beating your hips into his bed. He shudders, moaning against your lips. You can feel in his pulse that he’s close. Then he touches your clit, rubbing it despite his desperate motions. Even as he jerks and gasos, his voice deep and urgent, he rubs your clit, making your knees go weak and your legs kick.
You feel dizzy for a while after, but you could watch the ceiling for hours if it always felt this good. You grin giddily as Royal rests on top of you. He groans and kisses your chest, slowly rolling over onto his back. “You seem content,” you purr.
“And you?” he asks.
“Once the room stops spinning,” you smirk.
“Same,” Royal chuckles.
After a while, you snuggle close together, giggling and talking until Royal orders takeout. You get your bag, changing into something comfy while you cuddle. “It’s kind of cold out, don’t you think?” you ask.
Royal stretches and pops his back. “What makes you say that?”
You offer him a photograph, showing you as a teen with that awful eyeliner. He breaks into a grin. “You look… nice.”
“Don’t lie,” you laugh at him.
Royal grabs a book off the top of his dresser and hands it to you, opening it up to a picture of him. “Oh, my god,” you exclaim
“I told you.” He kisses your cheek and places your picture next to his. “What a couple.”
You smile and kiss him. “Meant to be when you see them side by side.”
Royal hugs you, stroking your back. “I’m really falling for you,” he whispers.
“Me too,” you look into his eyes. “I like you so much, more than that. I never thought I would but… I’m glad that changed.”
“Yeah, me too.” Royal holds you tight until the doorbell rings. “Ugh fine, let’s go eat.”
You give him one last kiss before you leave the bedroom, and glance at the pictures of your panda eyeliner and his crazy Emo hair. Put together, you two really would make a cute pair, even back then.
