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“I can’t believe you.” You spat.
Everyone else had already left the meeting room. Except you and Porco Galliard. He sat back in his chair, arms lazily crossed over his chest; bored amber eyes pointed in your direction. You stood from your seat across from him. “What was that?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Galliard spoke. Each syllable cut sharp. You balled your hands into fist by your side, “Your big mouth going on about the candidates this year.” Galliard rolled his eyes. He pushed back on his chair, making it balance on its back legs as he rocked in it. “Don’t take it too personally,” He scoffed, “It’s not like I was only talking about you.” Those words were getting under your skin. His stuck-up attitude was also riling you up.
Ever since Porco inherited the Jaw Titan he has been an absolute ass. He acted like the world was in his hands, that he was better than everyone else. It didn’t help that he got one of the nine before you did either. Though you would like to hurry up and get the Cart Titan just so you can be on the same level, you knew he still had more to his name due to his titan’s abilities.
“I didn’t think your ego could get any bigger.” You dramatically role your eyes, flailing your hands up and to exaggerate your frustration. Porco sat his chair back on the ground and glared at you, “Don’t get mad just because you’re jealous.” He began to stand up. You pointed a finger his way, “You think you’re the fucking best thing since sliced bread.” He mumbled, “Is that seriously the best thing you can come up with?” You followed on his heels as he walked to the door. Annoyed, you said, “But that doesn’t mean you can look down on everyone else now.” He grabbed the door handle, his wide back inches from your nose. “You had a yellow band on two weeks ago, Porco.” The said man spun on his heels. You thought about taking a step back, but refused to back down. You tilted your chin up to meet his icy glare. Steadily, he placed his foot in the middle of your legs. He leaned forward and down so his face was in yours. His movements are slow and drawn out. Heat rushed to your cheeks while your eyes widened like saucers. “I proved myself to get this.” Is all he said. Porco’s warm breath fanned across your face. The warmth radiating off his skin didn’t help the sweltering in your cheeks. He looked at you for a few more seconds; eyes flicking down your frame and then back to your face. Then he walked out the door and slammed it behind him. You knew what he meant. You’ll be getting your warrior band before you know it.
The next morning wasn’t fun. It was an all out physical day. You started with laps, then weights, and now, sparing.
You took off the white button up uniform shirt. Though, you slipped your band back on over your black t-shirt. The sunset was beaming on you. Your skin glowed in the orangish light. You basked in the warmness it gave off after a small gust of wind passed through you. Though, your peacefulness was broken by a voice you’d never forget. “Hurry up,” it called.
“Give me two seconds, Galliard!” You barked, not bothering to look behind you. You knew his piercing gaze was drilling holes into your back. Quickly, you fixed your hair out of your face and then walked over to the battle grounds. On the way you watched Reiner and Berhtholdt spar. Their clothes caked with dirt and chalk dust.
“Why do I have to be with you,” Porco rolled his eyes upon your arrival. You stepped into the rectangle that was drawn on the ground by chalk. Tossing the button up to the side, “Rotation,” you grumbled. “Let’s get this over with.” He sighed and got into a defensive stance.
You were struggling. Porco was talented in hand to hand combat. Everytime you thought you had him, he’d pop up out of no where and sock you. He wasn’t running out of energy, and every wound you’d give him healed within seconds. “It’s like you’re not even trying,” Porco taunted, ducking to avoid your punch. You thrusted your knee up to knock his jaw, but he yanked himself back up in time and punched you in the gut. You winced, hard. “C’mon. I didn’t hit you that hard.” A shit eating grin spread across his lips as he watched you recover. “You guys see this?” Porco called over to the titan shifters in the other block. He let out a chuckle, his attention away from you.
Your feet moved on their own. You ran towards him, pouncing on him. He fell with wide eyes. The impact of the ground knocked the air out of him. Your knees planted themselves into the folds of his arms. “Do you ever,” Your knuckles met his cheek, “Shut up?” You yelled, punching him again. Though, his hand grabbed your ankle in a bruising grip. This made you yelp and Porco took the opportunity to yank you off of him.
This time he pinned you down. Both of your arms raised above your head, your wrists captured by one of his hands. Porco looked down at you disapprovingly. Amber orbs tracing the curve of your face, the line of your neck. He licked his lips before pressing them into a thin line. The blood dripping down his nose had begun to evaporate. “That was a cheap shot,” retorted Porco. Your face felt warm. You felt awkward under him like this, you were stunned. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Though, you quickly snapped out of it. You shot spit into his face, and it landed perfectly into his eye. “You motherfucker..” He said lowly. His hand tightening its grip. A small gasp left your lips. You arched your back from the torture, your chests brushing in the process. Your thighs hiking up naturally. They glided against his upper legs and at his waist. Toes curling in your boots while bitting your bottom lip to hold in whimpers of pain. He raised your wrist up slightly and bent them backwards, grip still tense. You cursed riches under your breath. Your lower back off the dirt, pressing into his firm abdomen. The tip of your nose searing hot as his breath hit you in waves. The aching in your wrist was becoming too much as he held his grip. Finally, you threw your head back as you shrieked. Not even five seconds later, you felt Porco lifted from you. A second pair of hands from behind helped you up.
“The hell are you trying to do?” Reiner’s voice scolded. There, being held away from you by the Armored, was Porco. Bertholdt stood behind you, his delicate hands holding you by your shoulders. Your face still felt warm, but you figured it was from the adrenalin. Porco’s face was also tinted pink while he frowned back at you. Both of you let out labored breaths and silent pants. You were going to beat him in something eventually.
You glared daggers into Porco’s back as he walked in front of you. The way he made you look weak while sparing yesterday was fresh on your mind. The hallways were silent except for your boots scuffing as you walked. “It’s like you’re stalking me.” He had the gaul to say, head peering over his shoulder to look at you. Your brows furrowed. You shot him a pointed glance, then focused right back ahead of you. “It’s still weird how you’re right behind me.” And he was right. Pink rose to your cheeks from embarrassment. Quickly, you stepped to his side. You matched his pace, “Whatever,” you grumbled. Porco also looked forward, “Don’t talk to me, someone might think we’re friends.” God he was being so extra today. You took in a long breath and sighed it out slowly. Instinctively, your hands burrowed themselves further into your coat pockets. Purple bands of a bruise wrapped around your wrist. You didn’t want anyone to see it, you didn’t want them to know how frail you were yesterday. Trailing your eyes over to look at him, you secretly envied him. Not a scratch or spec appears on his skin. Then, you suddenly both made eye contact. You shot your gaze away, however you could see him looking at you in your peripheral vision, and his stupid smirk. “Like what you see or what?” He charmed. Sinking your head away, “I can’t stand you.” Your face was on fire. The collar of your coat shielded your burning cheeks, but you wish you could hide your entire face. “You’ve been staring at me all day,” His ego was flooding his mind. You didn’t reply. Your shoes looked really dirty, you should clean them soon. An arm bumped into you. “I’m talking to you.” Porco said. Once again he nudged you. “Did I give you a concussion or something? I didn’t think I was beating you that bad.” You grind your teeth together.
You pushed the large doors open, Porco still following. “Go home, Galliard.” You said. He rolled his eyes again, “Where do you think I’m going?” Again, with the sass. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Tall street lamps lined the stone path of the entrance. Usually you’d turn to the left, but you had other plans for the night and went straight. “Not going home yet?” Porco said. “Nothing get past you,” you said sarcastically. A yawn passed through you. Without a word, Porco went down the right path to go home.
You sat tucked away in the corner of the bar. Your heavy coat slung across the back of the high chair. The pint glass in front of you contained yellowish liquid that burned the back of your throat. But you needed it. You let out a sigh after taking a swig, glass softly thinking as you placed it down. The bar wasn’t too busy tonight. A booth with three older men, two other stragglers at the bar top, and about four other tables filled with middle aged people. The noise was at a murmur level at most, till the shuck of the front door cut through. Your tired, half lidded eyes looked over to the newcomer. You didn’t have enough time to brace yourself. Porco walked in, in his casual bomber jacket and cargos. He also looked worn out. Creases under his eyes and no light behind his irises like there usually was. Quickly, you looked the other way, hoping your hair would shield your face.
“This spot taken?” You heard beside you. Sighing heavily, you responded. “I don’t want you here.” Regardless of your answer, Porco was already pushing the chair next to you back so he could take a seat. “Every free chair is next to some weirdo, so might as well sit next to the one I know most.” Once again he was right. You rolled your eyes, lazily drawing the glass to your lips. Porco waved down the bartender and ordered whiskey. You two sat in silence as the bartender poured the drink, not even a thanks. “So, you come here often?” Was Porco’s lame excuse to start a conversation. Though, his small grin hinted that he was being cliche on purpose. The alcohol was giving you a humming sensation that mellowed you out a tad. “On occasion,” You murmured, taking a sip. “What’s the occasion tonight, then?” He had an arm folded over the table. His other elbow propped up and holding his drink. Porco had a brow quirked as he watched you for a reply. Though, you shrugged. “I don’t know,” You said, “Just been a rough week.” You hoped he’d get bored of this conversation and leave you alone, but that wasn’t happening. “I could tell. You’ve been super moody and bitchy lately.” Like a broken record, you rolled your eyes once more. “You’re not helping,” You finished your glass, sliding it to the edge of the table to signal for a new one. Porco was making you frustrated again so you could use an extra pint. For the first time tonight you decided to glance his way. His drink was almost empty already. You furrowed your brows in concern, to which he noticed. “It’s been a rough week for me too.” He swirled the golden liquid around before taking a drink. No response came from you.
Neither of you talked much for a while. You had finished your second drink a while ago. Porco was working on his fourth. He was slumped over in his seat, eyes boring into the rifts of his drink. You could tell he was thinking about something rough. He downed the last of his drink and raised his arm for another, but you gently grabbed his raised fingers. Sluggishly, he looked your way. The confusion on his face evident. His half lidded eyes and slightly slacked jaw made your hurt churn. “It’s 11 pm. Let’s go home.” Your voice was soft, scared of how he’d react. But he he just hung his head and began to slide off his chair. You left cash on the counter to cover you both and made your way to the front door. However, you looked back and saw Porco’s wobbly knees and swaying shoulders. You let out a tired sigh.
With one of his arms sling over your back and your arm wrapped around his side, you were able to make it to your place. Fiddling with the keys, then kicking your shoes off at the door were harder task to do with a soldier leaning half of his weight on you. You lead him to your small living room, then practically tossed him onto the couch. He didn’t object, only groaned as he hit the cushions. Porco was too long to lay comfortably on your couch, but he’d have to deal with it. He began to flutter his eyes closed, but you leaned down and patted his cheek. “No, not yet. Drink at least two glasses of water first.” You removed your coat. “Fuck..” Porco groaned. Slowly, he sat himself upright. He was still hunched over, his elbows on his knees as his face rested into his palms. After fetching two cups and filling them with cold water, you came back to the living room and handed him one. You placed the other on the side table. Porco didn’t spare a look your way as he sipped at the water. “Just drink it,” you were becoming impatient. “Fuck off,” He groaned once more before chugging the first glass. You took it and placed it in the sink, and came back to see him already holding the second glass. “I’m going to change, holler if you need anything.” Porco waved his hand at you as his acknowledgment. You walked back to your room. An old tank top and even older lounge pants will be your pajamas for tonight.
You walked back out to check on Porco. The glass he had was now empty and on the floor in front of the couch. Next to it was his green jacket and a boot, the other tossed further toward the middle of the room. He had moved to lay on the couch. His ankles crossed as they hung off one arm of the couch. His arms folded against his chest with his chin tucked down. The shirt he wore fit him nicely. You gave yourself only a few seconds to gawk at how it clung to his biceps and how thick his forearms were. His rounded chest also looked well in his simple white-tee. Again, you felt embarrassed for eyeing your coworker in such a way. Your face became rosy once more. You filled the glass with more water and set it next to the couch incase he woke up and wanted more. You had also gotten him a blanket. It wasn’t a big one, nor necessarily warm, but it was better than nothing. You threw it on top of him, but a noise distracted you. Crouching down to sleeping beauty, you could hear a small snore. Your lips instantly lit up into a smile. You can’t wait to tease him about it later. Porco’s head moved, and it caused you to jump. While he was busy nuzzling into the side of your couch, you had jumped back and hit your back against the coffee table. You really needed to get some rest.
You had no idea what time it was. You laid in your bed, tossing and turning. The realization that you brought your drunk coworker home hit you about, maybe, an hour ago. You mentally cursed yourself over how you basically checked him out, and how you entertained a certain scenario in your mind. Though, could you blame yourself? You felt guilty for thinking this way about him. You still resented him and he made you annoyed to no end, but he was very attractive. The way he pinned you down while sparing made your body temperature rise. When he leaned towards your face in the meeting room; the memory replaying in your mind.
A loud CLINK pierced through your silent home.You nearly jumped out of your skin. Your mind instantly going blank from your previous thoughts. Getting out of bed, you rush to the kitchen in a fast walk. The house was dark. The light post outside on the road being the only source of light in your kitchen. “Fuck.. I-..” You could see a silhouette standing in your kitchen, hand placed on the counter. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” It finished. “Porco? Why are you up?” You said, your heart relaxing its pace. “I got thirsty.” He said. You looked at the clock on the wall, 2:06 AM. You sighed and looked back at the man. “What did you do?” You asked softly. “Dropped the fucking.. thing,” Porco’s voice was hoarse and deep. It caused a shiver to go down your spine. “I’ll get it, just go back to sleep.” You watched as he lifted his hand from the counter. Stray strands of his hair falling from its fixed demeanor. You reached down, hands scanning the floor for the missing cup. Though, you felt another hand bump into yours. “Porco, I said go back to bed.” He had also crouched down to look for the cup. “I can get it.. I.. I’m the one who lost it.” It took you two more seconds before you could find it. You began to fill it with more water.
Porco’s frame was glowing perfectly in this limited light. He stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. He leaned his lower back against the counter as he waited. You dared to steal a glance at him. His rounded shoulders hugged by that damn tee sparked something in you. “I think it’s full,” he joked. The water had overflown. It spilled out of the cup and drenched your hand in the process. You hissed in frustration, turning off the tap and spilling some water out of the cup before handing it to him. Porco Galliard would be so much hotter if he wasn’t such a smart ass. You sighed at the revelation.
You lifted yourself to sit ontop of the countertop adjacent to Porco. He sipped at the water and you watched him. You mindlessly stared as your mind began to pick up your thoughts from earlier. “You sure have a staring problem.” He cut in. You scoffed, “I’m just.. Gah.. I don’t know,” you tried to explain yourself but nothing could come to mind. The main raised a brow in question. “I just so happen to be looking your way. It’s nothing.” However, Porco chuckled at your flustered response. “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe.” He said. Your mood turned sour, “God, why are you always such an asshole?” Your comment had taken him aback. “I am not,” he defended, “You just don’t know how to take a joke” You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh because almost snapping my wrist is so funny.” This shut him up. You could see how his eyes darted away from you and how he raised the glass to cover the bottom half of his face. “I…” he croaked out after a pregnant response. He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry.” Your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t expect him to apologize for anything in a million years. But still, it wasn’t enough for you, “That still doesn’t justify or explain anything, Galliard.” He sat the empty glass down and grabbed the counter’s edge behind him. His eyes had trouble meeting yours at the moment. “There.. Well..” He couldn’t start a sentence either.
You huffed aloud and hopped off the counter. “Whatever, goodnight-“ You started. “-I got carried away.” He interrupted you. You snapped your head to look at him. Your face scrunched with anger. Hot furry coursed through you. You pressed a finger into his broad chest, “Well I didn’t inherit a stupid titan, unlike you. So maybe consider that I can’t afford you getting ‘carried away.’ “ Porco gnawed at his bottom lip as he looked down at you. His voice came out hushed, “It wasn’t like that.” He almost sounded winded. You looked at him, genuinely confused. You leaned away from him to give him his space. You couldn’t exactly see what face he was making, but you could see his pupils attached to your own. “What is it then?” You said. Porco sucked in a breath, hand moving up to cover his mouth as he darted his eyes away. “Doesn’t matter,” his voice muffled by his cupped hand. Crossing your arms in dismay while putting your weight on one leg, jutting your hip out.
You observed him silently. His eyes couldn’t stay still. They’re looking along the counter, the wall, the floor, your calves, your thighs, and then slowly they moved to your face. “That’s not an answer,” your voice was quiet but clear, stern even. “Fuck.. Like..” Porco started. His large hand going up to comb his hair back, the other placed on his hip. “You just had this.. fire? I.. Fuck. I don’t know.” He was back to crossing his arms and avoided your eyes. You tilted your head, leaning forward some, “Fire?” You asked. You stepped closer to him to get his attention. It worked. His eyes now trained on the way your hair swayed as you straightened your posture. The light glistened off your exposed shoulders and the tip of your nose, as well as the Cupids bow of your lips. Porco took in a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. With knit brows, “God damnit.” And he exhaled. He opened his eyes, and turned his head to the side to avoid your look. “Just, I don’t know why, but just being ontop of you yesterday just, fucking.. Just did something. I don’t know.” With his face turned towards the window you could see his features illuminated by the light outside. Porco’s face was red. Scorching red.
You let your mouth fall agape. Standing straight as you processed the information. “You’re drunk.” You said bluntly. Porco sighed, shutting his eyes again. “Yeah.. I think I am..” He pushed himself off the counter with his hands, grabbed the cup, filled it with sink water said, “Goodnight,” then went back to the living room. You stayed in the kitchen for a minute longer, by yourself. You leaned over the counter and rested your head on top of your arms there. There was a familiar feeling blooming in your lower stomach. The longer you thought about his dark gaze, the worse it got. You sighed heavily. The urge to melt into the floor was very strong right now. After your small malfunction, you collect yourself and walked back to your room.
When you got to the living room, you saw him sitting back on the couch. Knees spread open, one arm resting on the back cushions and the other holding the water to his lips. You both made eye contact for a second, before his eyes slipped down your frame. You nearly tripped over your own feet when you saw him do that. Porco raised a brow at your slip up, still drinking the water. Subconsciously you bit your lip while averting your attention to your room.
Once inside you closed the door as soft as you could. You laid in bed, tossing and turning once more. The pants you had on laid discarded in the floor. Your body temperature was too much for them right now. Porco was clouding your mind right now. Desperately, you tried refraining yourself from doing anything about it since he was basically on the other side of your door. Maybe if you escaped to the bathroom you could take a nice cold shower. So you tossed your blankets aside and stepped out of bed. Your clock on the nightstand read 3:13 AM. You grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it open, and opened it even slower.
“Oh..” On the other side stood the man of the hour. Hair ruffled, voice groggy and heavy sounding. The urge to melt coming once again. Porco’s silencing, low, amber eyes drunk in your frame. The curves of your thighs bare for his gaze to see. While he was looking at your body, you were looking at his. His arms looked delicious as he had one forearm laid against the doorframe and leaned on it. It felt like your eyes were sparkling the longer you admired each muscle. “Can I come in?” Porco said cooly. You were speechless, but moved out of the way for him to enter.
The way you two moved was swift and efficient. The moment the door closed, his arms were already pulling you up. Your back flat against the door and legs wrapped around his waist loosely. His hands digging into the bottom of your plush thighs to hold you up. His breath was thick as he neared your mouth. A large grin on his lips as he drew out the intimacy. “I didn’t think we’d ever be here.. Like this,” his voice was raspy, laced with yearning. Your hands found themselves at the base of his neck. One hand of yours brushed it’s nails against his trap muscle, down his collar bone, and rested against his chest. Finally, he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned the moment you felt them. Your lips fused together while hands traveled the other’s body. A groan left you while he pawed at your ass. Squeezing and molding the flesh in his palms. Your right hand laid flat against his pec, thumb caressing the underside of it. Your other hand’s fingers brushing against the scruff of his undercut. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe. Quick, short breaths from the both of you being the only noise. Pleasantly overwhelmed, you place your head on his shoulder. The smell of pine and smoke wafting into your senses. You felt something poke your inner thigh, and it made you smile. Porco laid small kisses along the side of your neck and collarbone. Then his teeth grazed your skin. He sunk his canines into your collar bone, causing a throaty moan from you. His hips bucked up in to you. Your body jerked and rutted against the wood behind you. The thunk sound louder than your mewls. Chipped nails of yours dug desperately into his back. This sent Porco over the edge.
You were lifted with ease. Now your hips were flushed as he held you toward his body while he carried you. Though, you didn’t have long enough to embrace the friction, for you were thrown onto the bed. A loud yelp came from you in surprise. “Fuck,” Porco mumbled to himself. A large hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled your body closer to his. The bedsheets followed from underneath you. Porco maneuvered himself in between your legs so that your clothed hips kissed. For the first time in a while you made eye contact. You noticed how his tongue poked the inside of his cheek while he peered down at you. The coldness of your room prickling your bare legs and semi-exposed stomach. You hummed, forcing your hips to roughly grind against him. His hands took hold of your hips as he helped your roll. Porco threw his head back with a pleasant sigh. It didn’t stay long though. Porco was messing with his pants zipper soon after. The briefs he had rested on his lower hips, and you noticed the thin happy trail that particularly hid behind the band.
He pushed his clothed erection against your covered heat. Your thighs pressed against his sides, silently begging for more. “Yeah?” He whispered, feeling you rub against him. Proco looked at you hungrily. His hands slid under your tanktop, careful with his touch. The fabric was pushed up with goosebumps forming under its trial. “God..” voice hushed as he examined the smooth skin of your abdomen. The second your shirt was off was the moment he leaned in. His lips attacked your stomach with kisses. They trailed up to your chest. One of his hands groped a breast, while his mouth worked on the other. Your back arched at the contact. Porco’s free hand came to run up and down your leg. Occasionally his nails would dig into your skin as he worked himself up. His fingers pinched your sensitive bud. This cause a loud gasp followed by a moan. Wanting more from you, Porco bit onto your other mound. Not too hard. However, your body jerked into his as you whimpered. An onslaught of bites came from Porco. Hickies formed in spots like your hips, waist, and especially your breast. “Goddamnit.” His voice was hoarse, coming from the back of his throat.
He didn’t hesitate to slide off his boxers. He was even faster with removing your underwear. Instantly he was back in between your legs. His cock rested up against you. The base threatening to slip in past your folds. You peered down. He was impressive. Nice and long, decent girth. The pink tip visible because of his natural up-curve. “Pretty isn’t it?” The cocky bastard asked. You rolled your eyes back, arching yourself into him. He thrusted into you. The underside of his length finally phasing through your lips and barely gliding against your clit. A shudder went down your spine as you craved more. You cursed under your breath, bitting your lower lip. Porco chuckled, thrusting once more. He pressed against you harder, giving you that oh-so-sweet friction.
One hand went under you. It held you where your back met your ass. Porco hoisted you up with that hand, and you held yourself up as best as you could. His other hand came to his face. He aggressively spit into his hand and lowered it to his cock. Porco began to slowly thrust into you. His hand came down, the side of it barley resting agaisnt your pelvis. His tip thrusted into his wet hand while the base slid into your open folds. The thoughts you had from before and his relentless teasing causing you to be slick inside. You sighed heavily enjoying the motion. Though you were getting tired of this teasing. “How about you show me something more, Porco?” You looked at him through half lidded eyes. A smug smirk reached his face. “Don’t like it?” He joked. Porco removed his slick hand. He had the audacity to wipe his spit on your thigh.
You opened your mouth, ready to scold him. But the way his dick filled you in an instant shut you up. The curve of his cock making it possible to hit spots you didn’t know existed. You nearly screamed as he rammed into you suddenly. Quickly, his hand covered your mouth. He leaned forward, grinning wide, “I haven’t even started,” humor dripping off his raspy sounding words. Your thighs clamping shut around his hips, knees digging into his sides. “That too much for you?” You could hear the laugh in his tone. Your lips pouted out as embarrassment set in. Your arms laid above your head, your fingers gripping the sheets. Turning your face to the side and tucking it into your bicep. “Oh no, no, no,” Porco teased, his index finger curled under your chin and his thumb caressed he front. Slowly, he turned your head forward. “I’m not gonna have that,” Those amber orbs drinking in the open space of your neck. “You’re going to look at me,” then he tilted your head down so you could see where your bodies connected. He slowly pulled his hips back, and slowly pushed himself back in. A hiss passed from your clenched teeth. Once again, he pulled your face to look at him. Porco laid a peck against your lips, bucking into you afterwards. “Okay?” Though he said it like a question, you knew you didn’t have a choice. But it’s not like that bothered you.
Then the party started. Porco’s hips slammed into your in a bruising pace. He didn’t start slow, didn’t give any warning. He just went for it. The volume of skin slapping rivaled the creaking sound of the bed. Though, your loud moans was the clear winner. Porco wasn’t shy either. Exaggerated huffs and occasional groans erupted from him. Porco tucked his head into the crook of your neck. His upper body skimming over yours with each thrust he gave. His large hands dug into your hips. Thumbprints are likely to stain as bruises. Porco’s hot breath evident against the bottom of your ear. Without skipping a beat, Porco raised himself off of you. You watched as best you could. You had one eye closed tight and the other one squinting. Quickly, Porco grabbed the bottom of his shirt and threw it off. He moved an arm up to wipe sweat from his forhead. Then his hand slicked back his hair while the other placed itself on his hip. His hips never stopped banging into yours as he did so.
He lowered himself back down into you. This time his teeth attached to the side of your neck. You gasped as you felt his lips puckering as he sucked, “Porco!” You helped. “Not there!-“ Porco supported himself up with his forearm resting beside your head. “Get the fuck over it.” He barked, slapping the side of your thigh passively. A shuddered moan came from him. You couldn’t process your annoyance with the pace he was going at. Your head laid back with your chin pointing upwards. Porco grabbed your jaw again, harshly this time. “Look at me.” He demanded. More thumbprints will be visible around your jaw tomorrow too. Obediently you nodded. Like some kind of reward he placed a kiss to your cheek. You didn’t know how much longer you could go. Your walls clenched him tighter and tighter as the seconds went by. You both knew what that meant.
Suddenly he pulled out. You looked at him with wide eyes. “What-“ You started to question. Before you said more, Porco’s hands were moving your body. Now you laid on your side , the leg against the bed folded together and the other raised in Porco’s hand. He held you by the ankle and stretched your leg upwards. “I knew you were flexible, but oh my god.” His praise made your heart stutter. The way his voice was mixed with excitement and lust made you melt into the mattress. He slightly turned your body, angling it so he could press his cock back into you. His cock hurriedly got to work. A new position meant new crevasses to explore, and he went to town. You looked down. The new angle giving you the most lewd thing you’ve ever seen. Your vaginal lips already looked puffy and abused as they wrapped around him. A strong vein at the top of his base hiding itself every time he went in. It was all so much.
You came not long after. You didn’t have the energy to warn him or anything. Porco twisted your body back into missionary. Your fresh come being a perfect lubricant for you to slide around him so easily. With a few grunts of his own, he threw his head back, pulled out, and finished all over your stomach. Your chest heaved as you breathed heavily. Your body hung limp in his arms as he picked you up bridal style. The sheets welcomed you once again, hair now sprawled out on a pillow. He laid you down upright on the bed. Everything felt like a blur due to your exhaustion. Comfort of warmth laid over you and you snuggled into the blanket. Sleep took over you fast.
The next morning Porco was not at your house. You didn’t really pay much mind to it. It was just a one time thing, you think. He was drunk and you just wanted to have some stress relief. You walked down the halls at work. Your overcoat buttoned all the way up and the collar popped. You hid your face behind your collar just incase. The bite marks on your neck were still present, and especially the hicky on the side. You sighed, eyes watching your shoes as you walked.
Something grabbed your arm, pulling you around the corner and into a room. Another one grabbed your mouth to silence you. You internally panicked as the door shut. Being spun around, you faced Porco. Instantly your face turned unamused. “What is it this time, Galliard?” You asked. You acted like you used to, how you were before last night. It was harder to do so than you thought. You cheeks stained pink. You never expected him to want more alone time with you in any context. Porco didn’t say anything as his eyes scanned your face. His hand, slow and careful, cupped the side of your face. The curve of your cheek fitting his palm perfectly. He tilted your face up, revealing the bruise on your chin. A smirk appeared on his face. Rolling your eyes, “Don’t ignore me.” You said. “Just..” He started, his other hand pulling the collar of your jacket away. “Admiring my work,” he chuckled, spotting the yellowish hicky on your neck. You raised your hand and swatted his away from your jacket and plucked the one off your cheek. Your face reddening, “Now.. If you’ll please excuse me, I have work to do.” You averted your eyes from him while taking a step to the door. Both of your hands were grabbed. Porco pinned them against your lower back and pressed the front of your body against the door. Porco pressed his hips to your ass, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “Don’t you wanna hear what I got to say?” Your lips stayed sealed, giving in to his little game. He held your wrists in one hand while the other came up and yanked at your coat collar. He yanked the coat off your shoulders.
Porco said, “Let’s grab a drink tonight and head back to my place.”