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The cabins enter your view, and you hasten your steps. Glancing over your shoulder, your pulse races as if you’re being pursued.
After getting caught by Erwin last time for sneaking back to the cabins, to avoid termination, you’re extra paranoid.
Closer and closer, the circle of cabins grows larger, and you eye yours at the far left, adjacent to the other cabins with your campers. With another sweep of the area, your shoulders slacken. It’s clear.
Approaching the first cabin on the right, footsteps crunching fallen branches and dead leaves, force you to backpedal, your breath catching in your chest.
You whirl your sights to find a shadow or any source of the noise that inches closer and closer to your ear.
Hopping the steps of the nurse’s cabin, you turn the knob quickly, not bothering to wonder why it’s unlocked in the first place.
When inside, you lock it, eyes fixed out the window, shielded partly with blinds. Stepping backwards, you knock into something hard.
“Ow—what the hell—?”
Spinning around, you swallow down your heart as it made its way up your throat—dread twisting tighter around the burgeoning agitation when your eyes meet a familiar scowl.
Porco’s brows knit together, lips curled in annoyance. “What’re you doing—?”
“Shh!” you hiss, sneaking closer to the window to peer through the blinds.
Porco bites back a response, hovering nearby that the heat from his body lingers behind you.
After a minute, a shadow approaches, and squinting against the darkened forest vista, Zeke throws a look over his shoulder, headed towards his cabin, unaware of you and Porco at the nurse’s window.
“Zeke?” you whisper. “What the hell?” Turning around, you frown at Porco. So, you’re not the only one sneaking out past curfew.
Porco clears his throat, folding his arms when you face him. He raises an amused brow, lips pressed together in a poor attempt at hiding his smirk. When you say nothing, his hazel eyes bear down on you.
With the coast clear for now, you should turn back and flee into your cabin before any further run-ins occur. Except…
Much to your own detriment, you can’t resist walking away from Porco’s scrutiny. It’s petty, immature, and you’re too old to be acting like that, but one sweep of his cocksure swagger has you seething in challenge. You couldn’t help it. Obstinacy is in your blood.
What? You want to shout at him but think again. You’re already in hot water for sneaking out. Instead, you lift your chin to send him the most contemptuous look you can muster.
Porco does not move, swaying in place, victory in his smirk. “You look so guilty right now. I’m not surprised the camp derelict is out at these hours.”
“And you?” you snap. “You’re out.”
Porco’s unfazed. “Your point? I’m not going to get caught, because unlike you I’m not an idiot.”
You open your mouth, a quip on the edge of your tongue.
He raises his hand to cut you short. “And if any superior did catch me right now, it’d be my first strike.” He snorts. “You’re like on your tenth.”
It’s a lie, and Porco knows that. But it didn’t matter to him or anyone else, really that you’re close to reaching your fifth and possibly final strike.
You reign in your temper, though the smug expression on his face boils your blood. Arguing with Porco would only keep you from getting back into your cabin before anyone else catches you.
And yet, you’re rooted like a tree, anticipating the next challenge you’re presented with even if you don’t know what that is. With Porco you never know, only that you’re too stubborn to let him win.
Like always, he has a sixth sense, reading your mind.
“Need something? If Hange does a bunk check, you’re screwed.”
“Same for you, idiot.”
“Again…” Porco drawls. “It’d be my first strike.”
Rolling your eyes, you shoot a look out the window again. “Fine, I’ll take off. Running into Zeke would be so much better than staying in here.”
Something shifts in the cabin as Porco presses closer. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
The nurse’s cabin shrinks within, pushing you closer to Porco’s body until his shadow looms over your form.
Raising your chin to catch Porco’s eyes bearing down with an expression you’re not familiar with. He almost appears bothered at what you said.
Your typical brash demeanor falters and for once you’re sharp tongue has lost its edge when you speak.
“Wrong about Zeke? How?”
Up this close, it’s infuriating how much he towers over you, just as much as it fills you with a different kind of tension.
Porco’s answer comes out softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. “Don’t take his nice guy act for face value. You’re lucky he didn’t catch you out.”
You breathe in deeply, the scent of Porco’s soap making your head spin. “Does this mean your antagonizing isn't at face value either?” You hold his stare, searching behind the hazel for any signs of an answer.
However, it doesn’t take Porco long for his resolve to melt. Eyes are full of confessions.
“Yes and no,” comes his response, breath fanning over your face.
“Meaning?”
His fingers curl around a lock of hair on your shoulder. “Antagonizing you is kind of fun. But that doesn’t mean I want you to hate me.”
It’s the closest contact you’ve shared with Porco even if it’s not skin to skin. The gesture forges an intimate channel between you two with him touching something so close to your face.
Porco’s fingers travel from the lock of hair to your collarbone. “Is this weird?”
A smile unfolds at his touch. “Yeah, it is weird.” His hand goes still and goosebumps cover your skin. “Doesn't mean I don’t like it.”
The smirk on his lips is different than the one you’re more familiar with. He often sends you a smug that grates on your nerves. But this one is void of malice, rather hinting at something both devious and sensual.
Porco nearly stumbles back, surprised by the kiss, but within seconds, his hand reaches for the back of your head to press your lips deeper into his.
He moves with authority, turning his head to the side, lips pressed against yours as he opens his mouth. His tongue slides in slowly as though he’s sampling your taste, and you do the same, mirroring his ministrations.
He pulls back after a moment, brows drawing together. “You taste like cigarettes.”
The hand on your neck travels down to your arm to wrap around your closed fist. Prying your fingers open, he takes the lighter with a click of his tongue.
It dawns on him as he raises it between you both. “Pyro. I like it—” A sudden thought crosses his mind, drawing another scowl on his face. “Wait, were you and Zeke…?”
Your expression hardens at the suggestion, and you shake your head. “No! Sick!”
Porco’s eyes flit out the window and to the lighter. “But…he smokes—”
“I’m aware,” you cut him off.
Maybe it’s smoker’s intuition, but you’ve known that he likes to light up too. While you’ve never seen him in action, you did catch the lingering scent of tobacco during your orientation at the camp.
“He doesn’t know I smoke, no one did.” You stare at Porco, the familiar irritation settling on your shoulders, though it weighs less than before.
You reach for the lighter, balking when Porco holds it from reach.
A renewed grin splits across his face. “You don’t need this right now.”
Your temper flares, a glower fixed at Porco’s hand as he keeps your lighter above you. “Hand it back, Galliard.”
“Or what?” He shrugs, voice low with a whisper of tension.
The playful banter has you missing his touch, and you don’t realize your eyes drift to his lips. “I’ll kill you.”
Porco nods. “Yeah, nothing new. You say that all the time.”
“Because I will,” you utter, not minding that he’s stashed your lighter in the pocket of his jacket. You didn’t need it right now, Porco was doing enough to light a match within you. “You piss me off.”
“Uh-huh. Get used to it.”
Your lips ghost his and like before it starts off gentle, chaste, sampling each other in an unspoken gesture that asks where this is going.
Your hands roam along his arms, fingers marveling at the taut muscles hiding underneath the fabric of his jacket. Giving each arm a squeeze, your touch travels to the front, unzipped as Porco often wears his jacket.
A breathy hum escapes Porco’s lips at your touch running from his chest, slipping downwards at the pace of candlewax melting. Your fingers grace the front of his joggers, and you smirk into the kiss at his eagerness, bucking into your front.
But your hands come around, lowering to run along the curve of Porco’s ass.
A perpetual thorn in your side, did not make you exempt from admiring his body. More than once, you couldn’t resist a peek when Porco lifted his shirt to mop up the sweat along his face, offering glimpses of his toned lower half. Or when his shorts rode up enough, exposing the muscle along his thighs. Those small flickers of his body only amplified the tension after you both had another heated disagreement.
Porco grunts into your mouth when you grab at his ass, likely surprised to have you become the aggressor for a change.
Not one to be outdone, he takes your hips, slamming you into his front, forcing a whimper to spring forth.
He breathes a laugh, grinding between your legs, desperate to hear the debauched noises that tumble from your mouth.
“This.” He raises a cocksure brow, bucking his growing bulge into your front. “This happens when you piss me off.”
Words fail you, your body so warm you feel every drop of blood traveling south. When he grinds against you with more fervor, pride escapes you.
Strong hands grab your thighs, sweeping you off your feet and into his hold. Porco wraps your legs around his waist, diving his tongue back into your mouth to keep you from snapping at him.
However, your mind blanks entirely, drowning in a heatwave that stifles the cabin. You reach inside his jacket, sliding off the top and slipping your hand between it and the fabric of his muscle shirt to caress the bare skin there.
Porco’s hold tightens with bruising pressure. Your breathy moan only spurs him, and he bites down on your bottom lip, eventually dragging his mouth down to your neck.
You rake your nails along the nape of his neck, slipping into his blond hair. “Porco…”
Between kisses, Porco hums. “Yeah, baby?”
The affectionate name takes you by surprise and you don’t expect it to drive you wild and on impulse you buck your hips, grinding down in his hold, seeking a release.
Porco murmurs your name in a sweet tone that suits him, but his attitude is never far off. “Hm? Oh…you need me to touch you? Is that why you always lash out at me? Because you want to ride my dick?”
Your nails dig into his scalp, a mixture of lust and ego calling the shots. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Galliard. You still piss me off.”
Porco hisses a laugh, pulling away to look at you. His eyes are blown wide with desire despite the arrogance in his smile. “You fucking love it.”
You swallow, tension running tight in your throat. “And are you finally going to do something about it?”
A hearty, breathy laugh slips out, foreshadowing his competitive nature. He places a quick kiss on the side of your head, spinning around to drop you onto the exam couch.
His hands grab onto the front of your thighs this time, fingers inching upwards. “How fucking short are these?” His tone colors with excitement.
“It’s summer,” you deadpan.
He pushes you up on the exam couch roughly that you catch yourself on the back of your elbows.
Porco crouches, brows knitting together as he reaches the hem of your shorts, so close to your crotch. He lifts the fabric up, digging his finger to pull the gusset of your underwear aside. At the slightest hint of your pussy, he bites his lip, nodding in approval.
You snort at his expression so akin to a horny teenager. “Ever seen one before?”
“Shut up,” he says. “I’ve been dying to see yours.”
He yanks your shorts down, along with your underwear. Even in the darkened cabin, the lamplight outside, along with the moon pours in through the blinds, allowing him to admire your wet pussy in all its glory.
“Shit…”
You tilt your head, a playful smile crossing your face. “Excuse me?”
It’s a first for you, but Porco’s razor tongue dulls. His hazel eyes flicker to meet yours, lighting up like he’s won the lottery.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“You’re a lot nicer when you’re horny.”
Your ego resurfaces and you pry your legs open a little more, inviting him in.
A low groan scrapes against Porco’s throat, reaching your ears like a growl.
Like a mirror, you crave to hear the noises he makes just like how he craves to hear the noises you make. Propped on your elbows against the exam couch, your fingers slide to your center, coating the tips with your wetness, all while watching Porco with lust-filled eyes.
At first Porco is in a daze, as though pulled into the darkness of your pupils. But then it clicks in his head, he glances at your hand teasing yourself and he scoffs.
Snatching your hand away, your fingers are brought to his lips. Hazel eyes roll back into his head and this time he does not restrain his moan.
“Don’t be greedy,” he whispers, setting your hand down to grab at your hips.
You slip from your elbows as you’re yanked close to the edge that your ass hangs off. Porco crouches down, pulling your hips up with bruising pressure onto your thighs to wrap them around his head.
His warm breath between your legs and the mischief in his eyes strikes you with need. “Porco…”
Hiking you up further to secure your legs, Porco watches you, gauging the way you toss your head back as he flattens his tongue along your apex.
“This whole time.” Another long drag of his tongue sends shivers down your spine. “I could have been between your legs to shut you up.” The tip of his tongue finds your apex, flicking at it. “All you had to do was ask—maybe beg—and I would have helped you out.”
Your mouth parts in a silent gasp, the heat from his mouth and words pull more pleasure from you. “So…so…”
“Hm?” Porco pauses, cocking a brow. “So what? Let me hear you, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Ego slowly drains out of you, overshadowed by the primal need for Porco to touch you, to free you from your frustration.
It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, and you haven't gotten a chance to touch yourself during camp either. Sharing a cabin with Sasha and Pieck makes you more wary of self-pleasure. You couldn’t imagine winding down with a hand between your legs while Sasha snores from the bed nearby or Pieck tossing and turning above your bunk.
With the stress of the job, you had doubled down on the smoking despite it almost costing your paycheck. The summer heat, babysitting, and the endless arguments between you and Porco left you more worked up than ever.
Especially when it came to Porco. Upon first meeting him, your feelings were neutral, though you sniffed out his overly confident swagger, a pet-peeve of yours.
As camp wore on, you were right. His impulsive calls to action, his arrogant attitude, and short fuse only clashed with your frustration and already abrasive personality.
But…thoughts of him did haunt your mind. After an argument, you were curious to see how he’d look without a scowl on his face. Then you were reminded of the way his jaw clenched at something that bypassed his authority. And then you nearly wilted the first time he ripped his shirt off by the lake.
Porco kisses your pussy softly. “So what? C’mon, do you need help? So, needy? So, turned on?”
You swallow, stubborn to the core, you retain the little ego you had left. “So…cocky.”
Porco huffs through his nostrils. “Cocky?”
You clear your throat. “Mm-hm. Always sure of yourself.”
To your relief and excitement, Porco isn’t vexed, instead his face blazes deeper, a challenge on the edge of his grin.
He drags his tongue along your pussy again, grin widening when your thigh twitches. “You call it cocky.” He digs a finger inside of you without warning, curling it to rob you of a whimper. “I call it truth.” He punctuates the word with another finger slipping inside, making you gush. "Your pussy knows what I mean."
Two points for Porco.
You’re unable to form words, letting your body betray your petulance, bucking in response when he thrusts his fingers again.
In and out they go, pumping in you with ease. He pulls them out after a minute, sucking them clean.
You want to be defiant, but you’re so needy, so aroused from Porco’s touch and haughty attitude that you fold, letting him win this round.
“Galliard…” you breathe. “Put that arrogance to use already. Or I’ll kill you for real.”
Porco barks a laugh. “Say less.” His mouth covers your middle again, fingers replaced with his tongue, wresting a deep moan from your chest.
“Fuck…” Your thighs clench to draw him in.
He gets the hint, stroking you deeply with his mouth, drinking you while leeching the last shreds of your ego.
Your chest rises and falls like a strong wave, moans echoing in the cabin with abandon, blending with the sloppy noises coming from between your legs. It doesn’t surprise you that when ego is on the line, Porco likes to commit. And he eats you out with gusto, rubbing your center with his fingers.
A rising tide builds in your lower belly. Porco presses into your center with authority, and that tide crashes, soaking Porco’s chin and seizing your breath.
Seconds tick away like grains of sand while your head continues to swim from the rush of endorphins.
Every muscle in your body slackens, your legs falling loose around Porco’s shoulders as your back collapses onto the exam couch.
You shut your eyes for a moment, blinking away the haze that your orgasm has left you in.
A laugh pulls you from your stupor. Craning your heard, you catch Porco’s grin, glistening with victory.
He peppers your inner thighs with kisses, unwrapping your legs from his shoulders to let them hang boneless on the couch. He leans forward, grasping your bare hips to loom over you, grin widening.
“You’re perfect like this. Half-naked and spent from my mouth. For a sourpuss, you taste sweeter than you come across.”
You manage to prop yourself up on an elbow, mustering a smirk of your own, but your tongue runs dry of anything quick-witted.
Porco cocks a brow. “This is a first—you’re speechless. Although I love how you look right now, I do love hearing your voice.”
Your brows raise in question to urge him.
“Mm-hmm,” he says in answer, leaning closer to ghost his lips along yours. “I love when you bite back after something I’ve said. I get hard when you raise your voice to talk over me. It makes my dick twitch the louder you get. And…”
A hand moves from your hip to the space between your legs again, fingers splaying along your apex.
You hiss in renewed heat, too weak to swallow down a whimper when Porco’s thumb swipes your middle at the same time he slips two fingers back inside you.
“I especially love these pretty sounds you’re making right now.” He works you back on the hill of pleasure, mouth slotting over yours to breathe in your moans.
Your hips buck up for more stimulation, which Porco grants you, moving his agile thumb. But when you are so close to reaching the peak of that hill, you push against his chest.
His hand stops, though Porco hasn’t withdrawn his fingers.
You venture a look down, mouth parting in awe, finding the thick bulge in Porco’s joggers. You push yourself up to a sitting position, allowing Porco to remove his fingers, though you swallow a whine of disappointment.
He’s right, you’re being greedy. Despite your competitive spirit, you want to play fair.
“Jacket and shirt off.” You nod at him.
Porco’s jacket slides off, tossed onto the nurse’s desk with his shirt seconds apart. Unlike the other times you’ve seen a glimpse of his toned body, you gawk at him now, void of shame. No one else is around to enjoy this spectacle, and your thighs rub together in pride.
Your shirt and bra are discarded and it’s Porco’s turn to ogle, hazel eyes stamp along your chest as though he’s trying to commit your breasts to memory. Like the first time he saw your pussy, he nods in approval.
The cabin has gotten just as warm and sticky as the summer air outside.
You raise your chin, gesturing to his crotch. “Those look pretty tight on you right now.”
You don’t wait for him to say anything, reaching forward to take the waistband of his joggers, but Porco snatches up your wrists.
“Ah-ah,” he tuts, pulling you to your wobbly feet. “Next time. I’m already losing my shit, and I’m going to fuck you now.”
He kisses your forehead and slips off his joggers haphazardly, hopping on one leg as he tugs his ankle free.
The bulge in his boxers draws you in and you can’t help yourself.
Porco catches your hand again. “You never listen.”
You bite your lip coyly, a shadow of your usual self, and you know Porco likes this new side to you. Using his free hand, Porco’s boxers slide off, watching your reaction as your eyes fall.
His dick, hard, swollen from the shaft, beautiful veins protruding beneath the skin, to the tip that shines with pre-cum.
He catches you licking your lips and you fail to notice a condom in his hand.
He strokes the length. “Is this what you want?” For a split-second, his tone softens, like he’s making sure that you in fact want the same thing.
It’s endearing that even someone as coarse as he is, cares enough about you before he does anything.
To express your gratitude and consent, you step closer to him, your own fingers tickling his abdomen, smirking when his cock nudges into your thigh. Your lips ghost his. “Show me how much I piss you off.”
He tears the foil from the condom, slipping it on. Porco kisses you, carding his fingers through your scalp that you melt into his touch. But like a switch, he pulls back and spins you around. A light slap on your ass has you catch yourself on the exam couch.
The tip of his dick teases you, twitching at the contact. The hot breath on your shoulder is replaced with his lips, a gesture of delicacy as he pushes himself inside of you.
When he breaches you fully, he gives you a moment to adjust to his girth. It’s a stretch but becomes an afterthought when he strokes your hair away from your nape to kiss you there.
He gives you a tentative thrust at first, rutting inside until he could no longer contain himself. With bruising pressure on your hips, his pace quickens.
“Doll, you feel better than I dreamed you would. I want to fucking live inside you.”
“So, that’s it, huh?” you murmur, turning to get a look at him as far as your position allows. Meeting his eyes, you never turn down an opportunity to antagonize him. “You’re a thorn in my side, because you just want to fuck me.”
On cue, Porco thrusts turn rough, slamming into you to wipe the grin from your face, trading yours for his.
“It’s not my fault you like to fight,” he grunts, eyes pinned into yours. “But if it means I get to have you like this—then I’ll antagonize you all summer long.” His hand strikes your backside again to prove his point.
You could puncture the cushion with how tight your grip is, but you couldn’t care less. Arching your back, crying out, his dick moves inside you in a rhythm to confirm that this is something Porco’s been wanting for a long time just as much as you.
Fingers dig into the side of your hips as Porco’s other hand reaches down your front.
A gasp bursts out, already so close to reaching your climax.
“I want you to cum on my hands, doll. Just for me.” Porco’s thrusts grow faster, sloppier, less steady, urgent for release.
The overstimulation sends shockwaves up your spine, throwing you back in a trance of ecstasy as you climax.
“Fuck…” Porco growls, wrapping both arms around your stomach to plow into you.
You barely register the teeth sinking into your skin, only present enough to hear his moan drag out in tandem with his own release.
His weight slumps along your back, but he keeps you anchored in his hold. For a while, you both catch your breaths, reeling from the turn your night had just taken.
Porco pulls out, ripping the condom off and tossing it somewhere. You’re spun around, jaw in his strong hand and lips devoured by his.
“Piss me off again, please.”
You huff a tired laugh, wrapping your arms along his neck. “Round two?"
While the sun was missing today, the humidity stood in its place, well into the late afternoon. Thankfully, it cleared up by sundown, draping the campgrounds with cooler air that begs you to light up later.
As the campers have their dinner at the mess hall, monitored by your colleagues and superiors, you sneak away for a “bathroom break”.
Heading outside towards the restrooms, you check your surroundings, sighing to find it empty.
Fishing out a cigarette, you pat along your pockets for your lighter, groaning in displeasure. “Fuck.”
Footsteps approach fast and you whirl around, stowing the cigarette behind you.
"Hey, Pyro." Porco crosses his arms, smug as ever. “Don’t take too much time, you don’t want Erwin finding you.”
Narrowing your eyes, you say, “Are you babysitting me?”
He steps closer, his chest inches from yours, reminding you of the tryst you shared less than twenty-four hours ago.
Porco takes your chin, whispering into your lips. “Just wanted to do this.” He presses a chaste kiss, his other hand darting into your back pocket, sneaking a light smack.
He lets go, grinning. “Hurry back before they catch on to what you’re doing.” With another look, Porco takes off back to the mess hall.
Alone, your lips twist into a smile, but a new weight settles into your back pocket.
Reaching inside, relief catches in your chest, buried beneath curiosity. A piece of paper is wrapped around your lighter. Flitting your eyes up, you unfold it.
I said I’d piss you off all summer long. Nurse’s cabin—after hours. I’m not done antagonizing you today.
You breathe a laugh, sparking up your cigarette, taking a long pull, allowing your mind to wander back to the previous night. Porco only kissed you today, but your thoughts run wild in anticipation.
Maybe after a few more visits to the nurse’s cabin, you won’t need to light up anymore.