Faye Baby

“you’re staring~” satoru hums, smirking slightly and you roll your eyes at his teasing tone but you wrap your arms around his neck anyway, pulling him closer because you need him closer, you crave him. his kind of love, the kind that’s shown through the way he knows your body perfectly, the way he’s memorised every part of you but still wants to learn because he wants to love every part of you.

you feel him pulse inside you and you feel his slender fingers ghost over your clit before he presses down on the sensitive bud, rubbing practiced circles just the way he knows you like.

“there we go, that’s my girl. feels good—right?” satoru groans, blinking down at you with another pink cheeked smirk and you can’t help but beam because you feel so loved when you babble out a yes, running your fingers through the snowy peaks of his hair and giggling when he peppers your cheeks with a few kisses in return, rocking his hips against yours once more.

his thrusts pick up, your body jolting with the strength behind each one but his arms around you tighten to keep you close to him, because satoru always loved you tenderly and you moan when you feel the heat of his hands smooth along your skin.

his eyes are narrowed and trained on your features to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. “i swear you’re perfect—nghhh, shit—but quit checking me out, i get stage fright.” satoru laughs and you giggle out a “liar!” after before he deliberately angles himself towards your sweet spot in response, dragging his cock over it and pounding it until you’re choking out whimpers of his name.

“you wound me, babe—f-fuck—calling me a liar when i’m being so good to you—so rude.” satoru says through gritted teeth when he feels his orgasm creeping up on him, losing himself in you because fuck—he adored you just as much as you did him.

he groans when your fingers tighten in his hair, your orgasm washing over you as you squirm and tremble underneath him and satoru’s lips part softly when he follows you off the edge.

his lips slam against yours once more just as he spills his load inside of you, allowing your addictive cunt to milk him while a rain of praises and i love yous fall from his lips between breathes, and you melt into him because you believe every word. even when you’ve both come down from your highs and his cock is softening inside of you, you’ll still feel his hand smooth over your hips because that was just satoru’s kind of love.

“you liked that, yeah?” he mutters, resting his chin on your chest and wiggling his brows up at you and you snort before running your fingers through his hair. “it was okay, ‘toru.” you whisper back, just to watch the way satoru’s eyes widen and a small pout sits on his lips before he huffs and shrugs, pretending to turn away before poking at your sides, wrestling you underneath him with his obnoxiously dumb laugh and leaning over you again, trying to keep you pinned under him. “i think you meant to say, it was amazing, ouch—my boyfriend satoru is amazing.”

“you’re right.“ you sigh, stopping kicking him in feign surrender and you’re chest blooms when you watch him soften.

love, the kind of love that’s felt in moments like this. the moments after sex when you’re boyfriend decides to wrestle you under him and while his eyes are teasing, his smile is soft and his touch is gentle when he pulls you closer, rolling over until your head is on his chest with a dramatic huff after, because that was just your version of gojo satoru.

to you, he wasn’t the strongest jujutsu sorcerer or the first in 400 years to inherit both the limitless and the six eyes, he was just satoru.

so when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist before he brings your hand to his lips to place a obnoxiously loud kiss against the skin, you know he means it as an i love you, and when you nuzzle in a little closer, he knows you mean i love you too.

“We’re gonna go party tonight,” They speak in a hushed voice, following you out of the meeting room, trying not to draw too much attention. 

You sigh, another one of their wild antics, rolling your eyes playfully. Well, you don’t have meetings tomorrow, so if you were going to party at all it would make the most sense to do so tonight— but did they have to make the plans at the last minute like this?

“Who’s going?” You raise a curious brow. 

“Everyone, even Levi agreed to.” They chuckle deeply when the elevator doors close behind you, your heart skipping a beat. They knew about your crush, you just had to hope nobody else did. 

“Alright, give me the details. I don’t know how you managed to get everyone to agree, but I’ll go. Where is it?” 

Hange told you the name of some upscale club, surprising you, but when they mentioned that your boss Erwin knew the owner— it made far more sense. You’d gotten a VIP table secured, they told you to come whenever you changed and finished getting ready. Even though you were all staying in the same hotel, you weren’t sure who’s room was where. Granted, however, you were the newest member of upper management, so you were still learning the team, who had been together for years prior to you joining. 

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So, after changing into a lovely black skintight dress that you’d brought in the event of going out (which turned out to be a great thought in advance), you walked the block to the fancy club— there was a whole line around the building. Eyes wide, you remembered what Hange had told you, approach the bouncer and tell him you’re with Mr Smith’s party, so that’s precisely what you did. 

To the chagrin of those waiting outside, you were escorted in, allowed upstairs into the VIP group, to find your colleagues sitting in a large booth already sipping on alcohol. Ah hell, you were cursing yourself. You’d taken too long to get ready— being the last one to show up was embarrassing, all eyes turning to you. Thankfully, Hange was there to save the day— crammed into the center of the booth. 

“There you are, I was afraid you’d ditch us!” They called, waving their arm awkwardly, with the fancy shirt they were wearing. 

As you approached, you realized who you’d be sitting next to at the end of the booth. None other than your crush, Levi. He was dressed to the nines, as well, a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to expose toned forearms. 

“Sorry ‘m late, hope I didn’t miss anything,” You laughed, a forced sound, sidling into the booth next to him. 

He was so close you could smell his cologne, smelling fresh and clean— his knee brushed against yours. You partially regretted wearing such a sexy dress, feeling slightly shy to look so seductive in front of your work crush, with a low neckline that exposed more of your cleavage, open back. 

“They’ve just started getting plastered, think that’s missing anything?” Levi responds in a low voice from beside you, speaking quietly so that only you could hear. 

You laugh then, an airy and light sound, his silver grey eyes instantly drawn to your form, the sound, arousal shooting through him. You had no damn clue what you did to him— sitting so casually beside him with your knee brushing his, as Miche poured you a shot he was able to catch a glance of your cleavage. Levi felt dirty, ogling you secretly, but fuck. You’d never pay him any mind. 

It’s almost two hours later when you’ve all made your way down to the dance floor, except for Levi. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, nursing a glass of whiskey. Dancing has always felt uncomfortable, but; his eyes wander. Seeing you dancing with everyone, Hange’s currently got you facing them, your arms wrapped around their neck, shoulders leaned back. The smile on your face warms his chest, seeing how your hips grind against theirs makes him wonder— if he asked you to dance, would you do that with him? 

He faces back to the whiskey, spinning the liquid in his glass, lost in his wallowing thoughts. It isn’t until a voice pulls him from his thoughts, head whipping around to see who’s spoken to him. 

“Levi, do— do you wanna dance with me?” You’re standing there with a slight smile on your face, hand extended. 

He swallows hard, it’s now or never. He could pass this up, potentially forget about the whole thing, but— here you are. Asking him to dance. Looking so fucking beautiful and sexy it’s ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, he nods, sliding out of the booth to take your hand. 

You expected his hand to be far more rough, but it’s softer, a pleasant feeling. Thankfully, with some encouragement from Hange, a pretty dress, and a little bit of liquid courage, you’re pulling Levi to the floor with you, before spinning around, your back to his chest. Grasping his other hand, you intertwine your fingers, bringing his hands to rest on your waist, before taking a moment to catch up with the beat— once you’ve got it, your hips press against Levi’s and you dance. 

Admittedly, he has hardly any idea what he’s doing, but with some glancing around, Levi’s able to pick up a little— not to mention, listening to the music. However, the moment your hips press against his, ass right up against his cock, he sucks in a deep breath. You look so comfortable, in your element, happy, turning your face back towards him, laughing. 

His fingers press into your hips, but he dances with you nonetheless. It’s awkward at first, but you soon fall into a rhythm, comfortable and bodies fitting together. You lift your arm up, looping it back up over his shoulders, holding him close. It’s intimate, sexy. Levi can’t figure out what the hell you’re thinking, yet— he can’t believe how much he enjoys it. 

The night winds down too fast, you’re breaking away from him, whirling around to face him. Your hair is falling down from how you’ve pinned it up, growing somewhat messy— it’s a look that is quite mesmerizing, a thin layer of sweat across your face. Everyone gathers together to bid farewell. Hange claps you on the shoulder with a wink, wishing you a good night, wandering off arm-in-arm with Moblit. 

It leaves you and Levi staring at one another, swallowing hard and staring. You’re tempted to kiss him— to finally break the tension, to release your feelings all at once. Yet, you still can’t tell what he’s feeling, what goes on in his head. Levi’s so calm, collected, although when you turn to gaze at him, his eyes look a little hazy. 

“Come on, I’m walking you back.” He speaks firmly, starting to walk away, turning back when he sees that you haven’t started walking. 

It takes you a moment to process, but then you hurry to catch up, surprised by Levi’s actions, the sudden burst of kindness. Levi worked in IT, as an extensive perfectionist, he was known to have somewhat of a temper, and not always the most considerate. You knew that he was much kinder than he let on, but seeing it— confirming your suspicions, it felt good. 

You didn’t speak on the way back to the hotel, upon arriving in the lobby, a sudden tension began to build, gazing at him. It was then that you noticed a pink flush that just barely dusted his cheeks, how he just barely avoided meeting your eyes. Your heart began to pound in your chest, sinking your teeth into your lower lip, studying his face. 

“Here’s my hotel room number.” Levi passed you a piece of paper, a scrap of napkin; you realized then that he’d written it down back at the club. He’d been planning to give it to you. 

“I’m right here with you, Levi.” You snort through your nose, taking the paper, regardless. “Shouldn’t you just take me there yourself?” 

He rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest, before pressing the button of the elevator. When the doors opened, you stepped in, Levi directly behind you. The moment the doors closed and the button toe the floor had been pressed, his hands slammed on either side of the elevator walls around you, caging you in with his body.

Levi’s face was close, you could smell the faint hint of the whiskey he’d had on his breath as it fanned across your face. He leaned in torturously slowly, pressing his knee between your legs. Chest heaving, you could see how wide his pupils had grown, silver irises swimming with emotion. 

“So, have you been trying to turn me on— or are you really just that oblivious?” His voice is low, gravelly, it sends a tantalizing pang of arousal through you to the point your mouth dries considerably. 

“Oblivious?” You whisper, desperate to keep your voice steady as the elevator crawls up the floors of the hotel. 

“Of how fucking much I’ve wanted you,” Levi continues, trailing his tongue across his lips slowly. Your eyes linger on his lips, knowing that he’s taunting you deliberately, breath catching in your throat. 

“Oh—?” You just barely gasp, feeling as though you’re about to kiss, when the elevator dings obnoxiously, signaling you’re on Levi’s floor. 

As if on instinct, your fingers intertwine, he practically drags you down the hallway to his room. Fumbling with the keycard, the door unlocks at last— you don’t think you’ve ever seen Levi express so much passion as you’re pulled into his room, the door clacking shut behind you. It’s nearly pitch black, with only the small reading lamp on above the headboard, the sound of the door locking taunts your senses, until your wrists are grasped and pinned above your head to the wall. 

Levi’s body presses to yours, setting you aflame as you can once again feel his breath fanning across your face. Closer this time, his lips ghost across your own, one motion and you’ll kiss him— your heart is hammering erratically, you can’t help but wonder if he can hear it. 

“Been taunting me all this damn time, can’t fucking take it anymore, pretty girl,” You can hear the raw desire in his voice, as his knee presses between your thighs you aren’t sure who closes the distance first. 

Levi’s lips are soft, he definitely uses chapstick, they glide against yours as the heavens open wide to reveal the galaxies that brew above. It only lasts a moment, far too short, when he pulls away, you yank your hands free to grasp his face, pulling him back to you to kiss him once again. He gasps in surprise, you take your opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, rubbing your tongue along his. 

Your bodies melt together, a low groan slips out from Levi’s throat, you can feel the arousal that soaks through your panties as his hands grasp your waist firmly, digging in through the fabric of your dress. Breathing becoming frantic, he begins to walk you towards the bed of the hotel, your lips never disconnecting for a moment. Feeling the back of your legs bump against the bed, you pull away for air, Levi’s hands slide up your spine to the zipper of your dress. 

“P-please, Levi,” You gasp, breathless, eyes adjusting to the semi darkness of the room, how his eyes have grown hazy with lust and desire. 

He unzips your dress, allowing it to fall to the floor, exposing your breasts and thin fabric of your panties. Levi exhales a shaky breath, hands ghosting across your sides before reaching the sloping curve of your breasts. Your back arches into his touch— he leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perky bud. 

You reach up to grasp at him, hands tangling into his hair, fingers gripping tightly into the soft ebony tresses. Head lolling back against your shoulders, Levi sucks and licks your nipple until you’re writhing, legs shaking. Grasping your hips, he sets you down on the bed before pressing your shoulders back to have you leaning back. 

Slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties, Levi slips them off, exhaling a shaky breath. He then stands tall to unbutton his shirt painstakingly slow, your thighs rub together in an ache for friction. The moment you’re treated to his toned torso, your tongue trails across your lips— Levi’s fit, with a six pack you’d love to trail your tongue along— you could worship the hell out of this man’s body. 

He undoes his belt next, whipping it out of his pant loops, and you find yourself wondering how the hell he can make removing his belt look so damn smooth. Pants and boxers shimmying off, Levi approaches you in a few short strides, running his hands along your thighs, sending a shiver up your body, tingling where his fingers touched. They’re cool, traveling exactly where you want them. 

Levi doesn’t make you wait, to which you’re grateful, because you’re starving for him; your pussy is coated with your slick, when his nimble fingers brush against your folds, you whine softly, hearing him ‘tsk’ at the sound. He spreads your folds slowly before his fingers dance along your entrance, gathering your slick along them, before suddenly pressing two of his fingers into you. You cry out with the suddenness, but it turns into a moan of delight; Levi’s fingers feel much better than yours, he curls them into you to hit that sweet spot— it’s as if he knows you and has done this dance with you a million times, with his other hand he’s rubbing your clit, stimulating that sweet bundle of nerves that has you squirming. 

“You’re already falling apart? I haven’t even fucked you yet, such a needy girl,” His voice is low, raspy, your walls clamp down onto his fingers with his words, a chuckle slips through his lips. “You like that, too. Luckily for you, I like it too,” 

His fingers slam into you at a rough pace, palm stimulating your clit as he goes, moans begin to spill from your lips one after the other, breathy gasps as the coil in your gut tightens, threatening to break at any moment. Tossing your head side to side, your hands have fisted into the silky sheets of the bed. Your orgasm hits suddenly, you can’t even give Levi warning, hips bucking upwards with a weak cry. Your juices spill onto his hand, he groans at the sight, the feeling of you cumming on his fingers. 

After finger fucking you through your orgasm, he removes his fingers slowly, before bringing his fingers to your lips, which you obediently open, swirling your tongue around them and sucking them clean, tasting yourself, squirming. Levi can’t get over how damn perfect you are, pulling his fingers away from your kiss swollen lips and bringing his hips to yours. His fat cockhead, flushed deep red and beading with pre, taps against your needy hole, but Levi doesn’t wait for long. 

He pushes in slowly, hissing at the stretch, how your gooey walls suck him in just right, a perfect fit. You moan as Levi’s cock fills you completely, grasping for his biceps, any part of him that you can reach. Once his cock is seated fully inside you, he pauses, the both of you breathless, before slipping his hands underneath your thighs, lifting them up and supporting them so that he can lean forward to push in at a deeper angle.

“Ah— Levi, ’s so deep,” You whimper softly, nails digging into his skin as he begins to thrust slowly into you. 

Hearing his name from you in such fucked out bliss is heaven, a shudder running through him, Levi has to fight not to burst then. 

“You’re taking my cock so well, though, pretty girl, look at you. Mmph— that’s it,” His voice shakes, you smile, your mouth slightly agape with the moans that continue to slip out. 

Levi doesn’t know how he managed to wait this long to get you into his bed, but he knows that now he’s got you, he’s never going to let you go. The thought drives him fucking wild, his hips snapping into yours, your back arching upwards forcing friction of your bodies to stimulate your clit, slipping your own hand down to rub the puffy bud. 

His hips snap into yours repeatedly, cock gliding into your smooth walls, balls slapping softly against your ass. You’re lost in the bliss, the pleasure, as Levi firmly grasps your thighs, his head leaning back to moan before gazing down at your fucked out expression. 

“L-Levi— ‘m gonna,” You stammer out, voice weak. 

His eyes immediately fixate on you, your face. Mercilessly, Levi leans further forward, adjusting his stance on the floor and pressing your thighs closer towards your chest. At this angle, he’s able to fuck you deeper, watch how your facial expressions change, contort in pleasure, the way your breathing has quickened, his own high approaching dangerously. 

You grasp onto his biceps with a cry of his name, orgasm enveloping you in a curtain of bliss. Your walls clamp down onto Levi’s cock, before fluttering faintly as you cream on him— but that’s not all, your juices squirt out onto him, head leaned back into the bed, tears pouring from your eyes. 

“Oh— fuck,” Levi chokes, your intense orgasm to the point of squirting triggering his own unexpectedly. 

Gasping, he lets out a string of curses, with a cry of your name in return thrusting deep into you; hot cum is fucked into your soaked walls as you milk him dry, squeezing and trembling around him. Slowing down, Levi pushes his hair back from his forehead with the back of his arm before pulling out, suddenly feeling very void without you. 

“So. You’re a squirter.” He speaks matter-of-factly, though in truth, it was the hottest thing he’s experienced in bed with someone. 

“As of tonight,” Comes your breathless reply. “Say, Levi. Do you mind if I take a shower in here? I can, uh, go after if you like.” You drape your arm across your eyes, hiding your feelings. 

“Only if you let me join you. I would— I would like you to stay with me, even after we get home, you can stay.” He feels strange being vulnerable, but it’s alright, if it’s you. 

“I’ll stay anytime you’ll have me.” 

“Come on, pretty girl, beg for it, tell me what you want.” Porco’s voice is low, raspy, tortuous. 

He’s currently situated between your thighs, hands rubbing at the plush flesh, pressing into the skin, lips ghosting along them. Alternating between these featherlight touches of his lips and sinking his teeth in to hear you cry out— you’re writhing beneath him, exactly where he wants you. Your thighs tremble from his ministrations, how he works you up but lets you crash back down without the ultimate pleasure that you so crave.

When Porco had asked you if you’d be willing to try something a little different in the bedroom that night, you were reluctant, but you loved your fiancé, and would trust him with anything in the world. However, once he brought you into your shared bedroom and blindfolded you— both arousal and nerves shot through you; he was definitely up to no good. 

He’d guided you back onto the bed after stripping you down slowly, pressing teasing kisses all over your body, along your collarbone, your neck, carefully neglecting the spots he knew you’d want him the most. Your nipples pebbled with the cool air of the room, pussy drooling with his touches, eagerness settling in your tummy. 

Laying you down on your back, Porco was even kind enough to rest your head on the pillows. His kindness didn’t last long, however, as he pressed your arms above your head, grasping your wrists tightly. Hearing the clinking of metal, you sucked in a nervous breath, chewing on your lower lip. He was cuffing your hands together, preventing you from grasping at him— although he didn’t cuff you to anything, simply binding your wrists above your head. 

“I want you to tell me what you want, pretty, and maybe I’ll oblige,” His voice was close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Porco undid your blindfold, allowing you the treat of his body, also stripped bare, your eyes traveling across his toned form; stocky and handsome, he was effortlessly gorgeous. Leaning in close, his lips hovered above your own. You leaned up, desperate to capture his lips, hungry to kiss and taste him— when he leaned back with a chuckle.

“That’s not what I said, I want you to tell me what you want,” He murmured, the smirk on his face dark, his pupils blown wide.

Unable to resist and desperate for him, you whimpered weakly, trailing your tongue across your dry lips, studying Porco’s face.

“Pokko— kiss me, please,” You gasped, his eyes glinting in the partial darkness before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. 

You moaned into the kiss, grasping his lower lip in your teeth, your lips moulding together as though they were made to fit with one another. Saliva mixed as your tongues began to swirl, just when you thought it was getting hotter, heavier, your cunt aching, Porco pulled away with a pop. 

“Good girl,” He praised you with a husky voice, pressing rough kisses to your neck, sinking his teeth in sharply. 

You yelped out loudly, a cry of his name. Porco soothes the spot with his tongue, sucking the spot afterwards— marking it, when he leans back to see the bruise he leaves, he’s satisfied, before diving in to leave more, biting and sucking on your neck to cover it with deep purple bruises. 

He stops after marking up your neck, lifting his head to gaze at your face, your hair mussed from your tossing and turning on the pillows. Turning your eyes to him, they’re glassy with a haze of bliss. 

“Please—“ You gasp softly, Porco chuckles. 

“Please what, baby girl? You gotta tell me.” He coos, keeping his voice soft, seductive. 

“Want more, Pokko—“ You’re begging for him now. 

That’s how he ended up between your thighs, grinning with dark eyes, breath ghosting over your cunt. He was painfully hard, aching to fuck you senseless, but Porco wanted you to beg for it— taking control, the dominance, it stirred something in him that he never expected. 

“Porco,” You whined suddenly, his gaze flitting upwards to meet yours, your lips trembling. “C’mere,” 

He obliges you as you beg, clambering over your body slowly. What he didn’t expect was your legs wrapping around his waist in a rapid motion, your leg strength in force. You flipped the two of you over in a movement so fast Porco’s breath felt stolen away, tossing him onto his back. 

You now rest atop of him, Porco’s back collapsing onto the sheets. He gasps, desire surging through his veins. You’re grinning down at him, grinding your cunt on his hardened cock, at last, Porco leans his head back with a deep groan of pleasure. 

“Now it’s your turn to beg, baby,” You whisper. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t really want to see the band play— concerts just weren’t your forte. The massive crowds were intense, bodies packed together, sweaty and hot. The excessive volume, shouting, shoving. Yet, Sasha was persistent, and continued to ask you to come see Warriors play. A small venue seemed like the best chance for you to go, if you ever would.

“Alright, I’ll go.” You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. 

“Yes, you’re gonna love it!” Sasha jumps up and down a few times eagerly, grasping your hands in her own, grinning from ear to ear. 

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Choosing a loose black tank top and shorts to pair with your Doc Martens, you twirled in your room, scanning yourself in your full length mirror. While you didn’t go to shows often, when you did it was certainly a fun occasion to dress your best. Makeup dark and flawless— for once, Sasha was on time, shooting you a text to let you know that she was there. 

“Babe, you look incredible!” She grins when you climb into the car, checking you out, her gaze traveling up and down. “Maybe you’ll meet someone while we’re there, how long has it been now?” 

“Don’t remind me.” You pout, gazing out the window when she drives away. “I’m just too cool for anyone, that’s all.” 

“Well yeah, but you still deserve to get laid!” 

You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest of the car, watching the city lights drift by as your best friend drives. It had been a while since you had last been with someone, but you just hadn’t found anyone that you really connected with. Your vibrator did an okay job satisfying you, at least. 

“Shut up, miss I-have-a-long-time-boyfriend.” You poked your tongue out at her, Sasha tipped her head back and laughed, causing a roll of your eyes in turn.

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It didn’t take long to get to the venue, Sasha knowing the band allowed her to get some close parking, which was great, given how many people had showed up. How famous were these guys, anyway? They were local, you’d heard of them, and not from just Sasha, either. The line to get in was an indicator, wrapped almost around the building entirely. Your eyes widened, anxiety beginning to bubble up in your gut.

Sasha seemed to sense it, as you walked up, she threaded her fingers with yours, walking past the line and straight to the door. You recognized the door guy almost immediately. 

“Jean! Hey, can you let us in?” She’s grinning. 

He was part of her friend group. While you’d grown up with Sasha, she was more of the extrovert— able to make friends easily. You stuck close to her, but she was finally able to bring you out of your shell as an adult and into the friend group. Jean was tall, long hair, broad shoulders, dustings of facial hair. Quite handsome, if you thought about it. 

“Yeah, course, for my two favorites.” He nods, patting your shoulder as you walk by. “It’s good to see you.” As he says your name, you feel your face heat up with a flush.

“You too, I’m glad Sasha made me come. The Warriors are worth the hype, right?” Your eyebrow cocked up, Jean laughed. 

“Totally, you’ll love them.” He nods without hesitation. 

“Come oooon,” Sasha grasps your arm, pulling you into the dimly lit venue, you wave to Jean as you go. 

The concert hall is decorated with posters of the various acts that have come through, overlapping and plastering across. Low chandeliers hang with dim lighting, a bar on each side of the hall. Two massive speakers rest on the floor of each side of the stage, a roped off section prevents anyone from getting too close. Microphone stands, electrical cords, guitar stands, and the large drum kit plastered with the Warriors logo rests in the back. 

The bartenders are finishing setup, prepping glasses and the last of the alcohol, some standing tables if anyone wishes to gather. Near the back, a table sits empty, looking like it’ll be a merch table for after the show. 

You can hardly take in the whole venue before Sasha continues to pull you forward towards the bar. A very tall man with dark hair looks up upon seeing the two of you. He’s cute, you can’t help but think, noting the freckles that cover his nose and cheeks. They give him a youthful look, with kind brown eyes he radiates friendliness. 

“Hi Sasha, is this your friend you talked about bringing?” 

She knows him, too. Does she know everyone here?

“Hey, Marco! I was hoping you’d be working tonight! Yeah, this is her! You’ve always been working when we’ve all gotten together.” She pouts after introducing you.

You offer your hand to shake, he takes it with a smile that you return gladly. His hand is large and warm— you can’t help but wonder just how many handsome men Sasha knows (and why she hasn’t introduced you to any yet). 

“Can I get you two a drink? On the house, of course.” He wipes his hands on his apron before gesturing to the bar. 

You wait for Sasha to order to see what sort of vibe to go with, when she orders some cocktail, you follow suit. Marco prepares your drinks with practiced hands, mixing and shaking each drink as natural as breathing. He passes them over to you, which you gratefully take with a polite “thank you” before taking a sip.

“Marco, this is delicious! How long have you been bartending?” You’re gasping, eyes wide.

“Since I turned 21, actually.” He rests his palms on the bar, watching the two of you sip on your drinks. “It’s about to get wild in here with people, especially over here.”

“Fuck, you’re right. Let’s finish these up and get to the front!” Sasha exclaims, as if she’s forgotten why you were there in the first place. 

You’re both gulping down the rest of your drinks before setting the glasses on the counter, you breathily thank Marco as your face warms with the buzz of alcohol running through your veins. Sasha guides you towards the stage, you’re grabbing the rope at the front center spot, no sooner have your grasped it do you hear a surge of voices from behind.

People flood into the building in groups as their tickets are checked and they visit one of the two bars, before beginning to gather in front of the stage. You’re fighting to not feel claustrophobic as people begin to press around you. There’s a man on the other side of you where Sasha isn’t, he smells weird and is bulky as hell. Behind you, there’s breathing from the bodies that pack in, your eyes close tightly. 

“Hey, when the show starts, it’ll be so great, you’ll forget all about the crowd. Promise.” Sasha’s leaned towards you, her voice tickling your ear, you’re nodding in agreement. 

Thankfully, you don’t have to wait for an excessive amount of time, as the lights come on suddenly after you linger for a while. The stage lights adjust, and you get your first glimpse of the band members. An insanely tall man with dark hair comes out, opening a guitar case and setting up his bass guitar. 

Another man comes out, double checking the drums and making sure they are exactly what he wants them to be. He’s tall and broad as hell, looks like he’s completely built with muscle— a group of people scream when they see him. He reaches a hand up and waves lightly at the crowd, although he’s far more focused on what he’s doing. 

Lastly, before they start, one more man comes out. He’s got blonde hair, quite handsome. He sets up two guitars on stands, and makes sure the keyboard is good to go. Another chorus of yells comes through, you glance to Sasha, she’s even looking giddy, but she’s not screaming like a schoolgirl, thankfully. 

This man doesn’t leave the stage, though. The others come out to join him, as he pulls a deep blue guitar on. The tall man with black hair comes out, pulling his bass up and over his shoulder. Broad shouldered man returns, wielding his drumsticks, another chorus of screams. A small woman with long dark hair comes next, she takes her place at the keyboard, men seem to go wild when she comes out— she waves with a smile too cute for words. 

Last— the most handsome man you’ve ever seen comes to the stage. He picks up his electric blue guitar, sparkling and vibrant, slinging it over his shoulder, and making his way to the center of the stag, the microphone. 

Oh, fuck. He’s the singer. 

He’s pretty tall, built well, muscled arms and chest that strain under the tight tank top he wears. His right arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoos, traditional style. Despite the stage lights, you’re close enough that you can see the glittering gold of his eyes. His hair appears to be a dirty blonde, it’s slicked back against his head, giving him a sharp appearance. 

His eyes scan the crowd, who’s instantly cheering upon seeing him, you feel captivated— until the unthinkable happens. 

His eyes meet yours. 

Your heart stops.

You stare for what feels like an eternity, heart hammering in your chest. 

If you’d had a reason to be picky up until this moment, it was because you were waiting to meet this man who’s name you didn’t know and would likely never meet. Swallowing hard, you smiled at him. 

He smiled back.

The crowd went wild. 

The moment ended and reality sunk in when he grasped the mic, tearing his eyes away from yours and flipping on rockstar persona with a huge, shit eating grin. 

“It’s good to see so many of you have good taste, coming to see Warriors, best upcoming band Liberio City has to offer. We’ve got a fuckin’ incredible show for you tonight— let’s kick it off!” His voice is perfect. It’s gruff, sexy, and you can’t help but wonder how it would sound whispered in your ear. 

The drummer begins the song, which kicks off with a hell of a melody, you’re already bobbing your head to the music, Sasha’s singing along. If nothing else, you’ll have gotten to enjoy a really great show. You could always come to see them again, at least then you’d be able to see him again. 

What you weren’t aware of was that Sasha saw you making eye contact with him. She watched the magic moment, even though you weren’t going to tell her about it, having written it off as impossible, she was already concocting a plan in her mind. 

“So what do you think?! Do you love them?” She’s yelling in your ear, grasping you to avoid getting pulled away by the crowd. 

“Amazing! I love it!” You’re rocking to each song, glad that you came, dancing even though you don’t actually know a single damn song, you can enjoy the music and the beats. 

“Told you that you would!” She yells back, laughing, dancing along with you. 

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Once the show had ended, the singer looks over the crowd, his eyes meeting yours once again, although for a far briefer moment— you swore they connected. 

“Til next time, tell all your friends about the Warriors! We’ve got merch in the back, might catch us back there too!” He waves, putting the mic on its stand, and departing. 

The crowd dissipates rapidly after that, lines collecting at the merch table. You move to go over there and grab a shirt, but Sasha stops you, shaking her head. She’s got somewhat of a devious look on her face, you can’t help but wonder what’s on her mind. When she takes off towards the side of the stage, you have no choice but to follow, as she’s your ride and you don’t want to lose her. 

Lo and behold, you recognize Jean at the side door to the back area for the band, Sasha’s already talking to him. You rush to catch up, but he’s opening the door to the backstage area, she’s heading inside. You follow, noting the sly grin on Jean’s face— what the hell is going on here? 

“Sasha, what the fuck? Wait up!” 

How is she moving so fast? She seems to have slowed down now, just in front of a door, you almost crash into her when she opens the door— and holy shit. 

There’s the band.

There he is. 

“Hey guys!” She’s waving, immediately they all wave back, except him. He’s stock still, you’re making eye contact again. 

“This is my friend, I took her for her first show to see y’all!” She introduces you extravagantly, before turning to the band, who’s sprawled out in chairs and couches. 

“That’s Reiner, he’s the drummer. You’ve got Bertholdt, the bassist. Colt’s lead guitar. Pieck is on keyboard. And of course, the guy with the big attitude is Porco. He’s the lead singer, as you guessed.” She laughs. Everyone smiles and waves with little hellos.

The only one who doesn’t seem to acknowledge you is Porco. The singer, the one you made eye contact with. You’re swallowing hard, greeting everyone. He’s sitting solo on a couch, Pieck and Colt are on a couch, Reiner and Bertholdt are in chairs. Sasha squishes herself in between Pieck and Colt, leaving the only other spot open beside Porco.

You sit beside him, the tension palpable. 

“What did you think of our show?” Pieck is closest to you on the other couch, leaning towards you.

“It was amazing!” You’re grinning ear to ear, unable to stop the gushing that comes out. “I haven’t been to a show in so long, crowds are kind of hard for me. But when you guys were performing, I didn’t even notice the people around me. That’s the kind of show I want to go to.” An airy laugh escapes your lips, you notice the smiles on everyone’s lips. 

“So you know Sasha, and haven’t been to one of our shows yet?” Colt is asking now. 

“Yeah, I’m a social chicken I suppose.” You reach up behind the back of your neck and scratch it lightly, a nervous tick. 

“No way! Just needed the right push!” Sasha interjects. 

“Would you come again?” Porco asks suddenly, your gaze shoots to him, heart seizing in your chest. 

“Y-yeah, of course.” You stammer at first, quickly saving yourself. Normally, even though you didn’t date much, you weren’t a total mess around guys. There was just something about Porco that had you reeling, made you so nervous. Made you want to know him, to be closer to him. 

“We’re gonna start giving the fans what they want.” Reiner says suddenly, adverting his eyes, as if he were nervous. 

He pats Bertholdt’s shoulder, they both stand, opening the door and looking back. You swear you notice a slight tent in Reiner’s pants, but you’re probably just mistaking it— a false glimpse of the eye. Sasha squeezes Colt and Pieck’s knees subtly, as if to give them a hint. 

“Yeah, we’ll go too. See you in a bit, Porco?” Pieck stands with Colt and Sasha, your eyes flicker around, and you can’t help but wonder exactly why everyone is suddenly rushing out of the room, but he nods and they exit just as fast, leaving you and Porco alone. 

The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“I— I guess I can go catch up with Sasha?” You offer, trying to figure out exactly what he wants, that he wouldn’t want to be around you. 

Moving to stand up, you’re stopped when Porco grasps your wrist, pulling you back down to the couch. Your heart hammers in your chest when you flop back onto the couch, Porco suddenly caging you in with his arms on either side. His eyes are honey gold, but they’ve got pretty flecks of emerald green swimming within, and they’re so intense. 

“Don’t go.” His voice is low, sending a surge of arousal through your body. 

“W-what?” 

“You felt it too, right?” There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, a tingle rushes through your body. 

“I did, yes.” You smile weakly. He’s so close, arms on either side of you, leaning his body over yours on the couch. 

He could just about climb into your lap with the way that he was sitting, how he’d angled himself, you can’t help but wonder if he’s done this on purpose. Pulling your lower lip in between your teeth, his eyes follow every motion. 

“You’re beautiful. And I didn’t think I believed in fate or any of that shit, but here you are, makin’ me believe it.” He snorts through his nose. 

“Those ‘this is the person I was waiting for’ moment’s right?” You laugh suddenly, a delightful sound. 

Porco’s eyes examine your face curiously. He meant what he said. Sure, he’d had hookups, the occasional girlfriend or two. But, the moment he saw you, it was though his world had faded away, and you were the only one in it, smiling at him with those large and pretty eyes. You can’t help but let your eyes fall to his full and pink lips, before raising them back up to his eyes. 

“Something like that, fuck. I’m not sappy like this.” He runs a hand through his hair, an exasperated expression crossing his face. 

You chuckle. His personality is beginning to shine through, and you’re grateful he’s not trying to act like some weird ‘fateful’ moment— although that’s definitely where the initial pull came from, you don’t have any doubts about that. You decide then that you quite like Porco, and long to get to know him more. 

“So you want me to come to another show, then?” You inquire, testing the waters, leaning closer to him. Your faces are now but a few inches apart now, you can see the light dusting of freckles on his tanned and smooth skin— he’s effortlessly handsome.

His cheeks grow pink under your gaze, you begin to realize he is indeed under your spell as much as you’re under his, but there’s still a fire in Porco’s eyes. He’s fascinating, those golden eyes that you could study for hours tell you stories. 

“Yeah, pretty girl, maybe you’ll be my muse.” The sass has returned as he meets your challenge head on, leaning closer as well. You can feel his breath tickling your face, he smells slightly of cigarettes. While you’d normally hate the smell, on Porco, it’s something you find yourself craving. 

“I’m not a one and done, handsome.” You feel your confidence rise, wondering who will close the distance first. Your heart is pounding so hard you think it might explode in your chest— like the Sims. 

“Good thing I wanted more, angel.” Porco murmurs, the pet name sending a pang of arousal through your body and settling in your pussy. Sure, he’s pressing his confidence forward, but internally, his heart is beating erratically— hoping that you’ll reciprocate. 

“Then I’m all yours, Pokko.” You give him an affectionate nickname, sending his heart into overdrive, his cock straining in his jeans. If anyone else called him that, he’d be snapping at them— but you? It was so sweet coming off of your tongue. 

Porco can’t take it anymore, his hands reach forward to grip your waist, eliciting a soft gasp from you, and with a swift motion he’s pulling you into his lap so that you’re straddling his hips. His hands don’t leave your waist, gripping you firmly, but not too tight to hurt. You slip your arms around his neck, bringing your faces close once again. 

For a moment, once again, time stands still as you gaze into each others eyes. It’s strange. Neither of you ever believed in fate, but as you sit and gaze at one another— perhaps your minds are changing. 

Porco leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours. As your eyes close, you see stars as they explode beneath your eyes. The kiss seems to linger only a moment before he’s pulling away, but you’re quick to stop him. Chasing his lips with your own, you capture them again in a far more passionate kiss, which he instantly reciprocates, grasping your waist tighter, pressing you harder against his body. 

Your arms around his neck tighten as Porco drags the tip of his tongue along your lips, you part them in immediate response. He’s shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately after, rubbing the wet muscles together in a tangled dance for dominance. Before you realize it, you’re grinding your hips on top of his, feeling his cock hardening in his jeans— when Porco groans beneath you, you hum in delight. 

You pull apart for air, gasping for breath, but he’s fast to act, pressing his lips to your neck in wet kisses, dragging them down your skin. When Porco’s teeth sink into your neck, you yelp in surprise, he’s quickly sucking on the spot and licking it to soothe the area, before moving further down, satisfied with the purpling bruise that’s already showing. 

Porco leaves several more marks along the tender skin of your neck, your back arching to lean your body into him, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders. You’re gasping, arousal pooling in your panties, lips trembling as he reaches your collarbone, mostly hidden by your shirt. 

“May I?” His hands have slipped under the hem of your shirt, hot against your skin, gripping the fabric with hesitation.

You nod in consent, Porco’s lifting the fabric of your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor nearby. For once, you wore a cute bra, for that you were grateful. His eyes skim over your torso, lingering on your chest more than once. Fingers trail up and down your sides, gooseflesh appearing beneath his touch. He’s gradually making his way up towards your chest, you can’t help but notice how much heavier his breathing has gotten. 

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” His voice has dropped low, a gruff and husky tone that has your shivering with excitement. 

“I can’t be the only one undressing here.” You slip your hands under the hem of his shirt, but Porco beats you to it, yanking his shirt off with one fell swoop, flinging it somewhere— it hits the wall with a lame slap sound. 

Seeing his toned chest, lightly sculpted abs, broad shoulders. His collarbone is accentuated with muscle, a pretty vee line draws your attention to the waistband of his jeans, and the dark blonde trail of coarse curls that trail there. Your hands are eager, skimming over his body, tracing his collarbone, down his sternum… to that pretty line of curls, when you hear Porco draw in a ragged breath. 

“Fuck—“ He murmurs under his breath, you trail your tongue over your lips. It’s then that you decide you want to please the hell out of this man— make him cry for you. 

You climb off of him slowly, watching how his eyes grow wide with concern, until you drop to your knees between his legs. Your hands quickly find his belt, undoing it with shaky hands. Next is the button of his jeans and his zipper, once the zipper is down, your gaze drifts upwards, Porco’s eyes have darkened with lust, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. 

You’re slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and begin to tug them down. It takes a moment for Porco to leave his trance before he realizes what you’re doing, and lifts his hips to allow you to yank them down past his knees and down to the floor. Awkwardly, he kicks one foot out to allow you to slip close between his legs, and get a good view of his cock up close.

Porco’s cock is beautiful. It rests against his abdomen with the weight, thick— the thickest you’ve ever been with, that’s for sure. A prominent vein runs up the side, guiding you to the flushed red tip that a lovely bead of pre glistens out of. His length is lovely as well, as you continue down to see his balls. They’re plump and round, looking full and heavy— ready to be emptied. 

Leaning forward, you slide your hands up his thighs, thick as well— so delightful— flattening your tongue to lick a long stripe up the bottom of his cock. Porco’s head falls back as he groans, hands coming to tangle in your hair. He doesn’t push you, though, only grasping onto it— they’re shaking. 

Your hands have slid up his thighs to reach that oh-so-pretty cock of his, one hand moving to fondle his balls gently, the other circling round the base of the shaft, pumping around it slowly. You swirl the tip of your tongue around his swollen cockhead, feeling it twitch beneath you, smirking to yourself, gazing up at Porco.

His head is still leaned back, occasional shivers running down his body as you go. Hollowing your cheeks, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking on it slightly, trailing your tongue across. Another groan pulls from Porco, the more noise he makes the more you desire to please him— to unravel him. 

Slowly, you take more of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you go, flattening your tongue to rub against the shaft. What you’re not able to take into your mouth, you pump slowly down at the base. Relentlessly you massage his balls, stimulating him everywhere you can. 

“F-fuck—“ Porco moans out as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He knows that if he truly used your mouth, he’d be a goner in seconds with how good you feel. But, he wants more of you. 

Suddenly, he’s pulling you off of his cock, leaving a string of saliva connecting you and his cock, you can see the pleasure in his eyes, the delight and passion— the lust. His pupils have blown wide, gold turning to molten liquid. Porco reaches down, slipping his arms underneath your armpits to lift you up. 

“I need to be in you,” Porco gasps, his voice shaking. You nod, your panties are fucking soaked. 

Reaching back, you unclasp your bra and shrug out of it, exposing the mounds of your breasts. Porco leans forward, reaching for your breasts, and grasping them in his hands, rubbing your nipples between his fingers. You gasp, arching your back into his touch, hands shaky as they move to slide your shorts and panties down.

Porco takes over when he sees you struggling— despite it being his fault— pulling them down, admiring how much of your slick has gathered in your panties, how your pussy positively drools for him. Once you’re fully nude, he pulls you close again, seating you on his lap. Your pussy rests against his cock, slick dripping down. 

“Porco— I need you now,” You whimper, Porco can feel his self control snapping. 

“It’s gonna be a stretch, but I’ll start with just the tip, okay, baby girl?” His voice is low, delicious and reassuring. You nod rapidly.

Porco grabs your hips, lifting you up as you line yourself up with his cock, your heart pounding. You make eye contact with him, pulling your lower lip in between your teeth. His eyes sparkle, there’s adoration and affection as well as the lust and desire. You’re so focused on his intense gaze that when he pushes his fat cockhead in, it comes as a surprise, you gasp feeling the stretch.

“That’s it, pretty, taking me so well,” He murmurs, voice close to your ear as he lowers you down onto his thick cock inch by inch. You lean forward, sinking your teeth into Porco’s neck, he moans from low in his throat as you suck and lick on his neck— marking his neck as he marked yours. 

At last, your muscles have relaxed enough to allow him to sink the rest of the way in. You’re both breathing heavily, hips flush together, your combined juices dripping down onto his hips. 

“Pokko, move, please—“ You whine, wrapping your arms around him, drawing your body close, your pussy clenching on his cock. He moans out when you clench down, how your gooey walls suck him in so well. He nods, fingers digging into your hips so hard it’ll likely bruise. 

He begins to guide you up and down on his cock as you roll your hips, drawing a moan out of Porco. Part of what drives you is how you’re making him fall apart just as much as he makes you fall apart. You moan louder, leaning your head forward to drop it against Porco, pressing your lips anywhere against his skin that you can reach. 

Porco shudders, you feel so good that he doesn’t know how he’s going to last for any length of time, especially as you begin to grind your hips against him faster. Your pussy clenches around his cock, moans spill from both of your lips, his name slipping past yours over and over— he can’t stop himself from moaning yours. 

He desires you beyond this intense moment of passion— one of his hands lifts to grasp your jaw, tipping your face up to meet his. You smile weakly through your fucked out expression, brushing hair from his face in a tender gesture that has Porco’s heart melting. You’re a treasure, a gift, a gem worth keeping. 

“I’m g-gonna cum,” You whine, lip trembling. Porco leans in then, kissing you fiercely. His hand slips between your bodies to rub at your puffy and swollen clit, which aches for attention. 

Your body shakes and trembles as he rubs you out, moaning as Porco kisses you, a wet and sloppy kiss where your tongues tangle together. He fucks up into you, chasing his high knowing that yours is just over the horizon. Your hands slip into his hair, tugging it as you thread your fingers through the long blonde strands.

You cum suddenly, yanking Porco’s head back to cry out his name. Creaming on his cock, your juices coat his shaft as he thrusts into you roughly. A shudder runs through his body, his orgasm follows almost immediately after.

“Where?” He gasps, thrusts short and erratic.

“I-inside, please! Need you—“ You whine, tears forming in your eyes from overstimulation. 

With a few more short thrusts, Porco’s filling you with rope after rope of hot cum, you feel absolutely filled. He holds you close after finishing, both of you thoroughly sweaty and out of breath. 

“Fuck…” You gasp, trying to come back to Earth. 

“Shit, need something to clean you up.” Porco grumbles, hands resting on your back. 

You lift your head to look around, not seeing much— this was just a brief room for bands to lounge in. You sigh, before laughing awkwardly. 

“Guess I’m using my panties.” 

He stares at you for a moment, before snorting with laughter. You get up off of him, although very little of Porco’s cum drips back out, you sort of waddle across the room to grab your panties. He can’t help but suck in a breath at seeing you bend over naked, with his cum spilling out. 

You wipe off awkwardly, before moving to stuff them in the pocket of your shorts, beginning to get dressed. Suddenly, arms wrap around your waist, Porco’s head dropping onto your shoulder.

“I want to see you again.” His voice is low, soft. 

You had a feeling he was softer than he came across as a smile crept onto your face, your hands coming up to rest on his arms. 

“For sex?” You prodded.

“No. I want you to be mine. So I’d have to see you more frequently, right?” His lips press against your jawline. 

“I like the sound of that.” You chuckle, cheeks heating up.

“Maybe I’ll even dedicate a song to my muse.” 

“Can I play, too?” Your question was genuine, smile innocent and cheerful. 

Both boys glanced at each other in shock, Porco shaking his head no when he met Marcel’s light brown eyes. But as Marcel gazed at you, with your bright and clear eyes, expectant face— he couldn’t say no to you, despite his brother’s protests. 

“Yeah, sure. Have you ever played with Legos before?” Marcel gestures for you to join them, you gladly trot forward, almost to their sitting spot, before slipping in the cutesy shoes your mother had dressed you in that morning— falling flat on your chest. 

You were coated in mud, your face splashed in it as you smacked down, unprepared. It was a clumsy fall from a clumsy girl, Marcel stood up, rushing to your aid. He expected you to cry, to want to go home. By the time he made it to you, you’d already gotten back up to your knees, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands. 

“Are you okay?” Marcel offers his hand to you, your eyes wide. 

You stare for a long moment at his hand, almost expecting him to say that he was joking. When he doesn’t, you grasp his warm palm, and Marcel pulls you to your feet. You don’t cry, you laugh, surprising both boys. 

“Guess I got muddy in advance,” You giggle. “Momma never let me get Legos, she says they’re for boys.” You pout, jutting out your lower lip, following alongside Marcel to where the Legos have been set up, before plopping down in the middle of the two boys. 

“You’re not gonna cry?” Porco asks suddenly when you sit down between the two, gazing in awe at the Legos in front of you, hands hesitating to reach for them.

“What? No, I’m not!” You wrinkle your nose in disdain, before poking your tongue out at Porco. 

Looking at him fully for a long moment, you realize how cute he is. It’s the first time you ever think you’ve thought a boy was cute before— not gross. He doesn’t seem to notice your reaction, though, quickly turning his face away. You respond in turn, hesitantly grasping at a few pieces of the Legos. 

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When you got home later that afternoon, your mom was furious. Your dress had been ruined, tights ripped. You played with Legos, in the mud, with two boys. That was when you cried— it was far different. 

A week later, you were at the Galliard house again, consequences be damned. 

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Despite Marcel having been the one who initially welcomed you into playing with them, you attached yourself to Porco almost immediately. At first, he rejected you firmly. He was mean, pushing you away— once even physically when you annoyed him more than usual. You didn’t cry, simply stood up and dusted off your dress. 

Realizing that you weren’t going to go away, that you really did like him… Porco began to soften his heart to you. He let you in, bit by bit as the days turned to weeks to months and even into years. He realized how genuine you were, what you went through at home, and how much you truly did care about him. 

“I want to be a soccer player.” Porco told you one day after school as you walked home from the bus stop. Your eyes grew wide, but as you gazed at him, growing ever handsome with age, he certainly had the build for it. 

“I can train with you, if you want.” You suggest then, with an attempt at a casual shrug. 

“Really? That would be really rad. We could run in the morning!” He grins at you, running a hand through his hair. 

“The morning? Porco, do you have any idea how early that’s gonna be some days?” 

“Well yeah, but when else could we do a long run?” He’s so nonchalant it’s frustrating, but you were going to agree anyway. 

“Alright, alright. Well, we can start whenever you want to, I suppose.” 

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So, every morning you jogged together for longer stretches. You weren’t athletic, at first. However, you were never going to tell Porco that, because you wanted to be close to him. He was your best friend, you adored him. His perseverance and strength motivated you to do your best as well, to push yourself beyond your limits. You only hoped that one day you’d have the balls to confess your feelings to him.

The feelings that were growing as the years continued to go by, the feelings that filled you with joy and endearment, hope and wonder. 

You loved your best friend. 

You loved Porco Galliard.

But he didn’t love you. 

Your freshman year of high school, you were at Porco’s first game since he’d joined the soccer team, wearing the school’s colors. Paint on your cheeks, sitting in the front of the stands, your voice had grown sore from all the cheering and screaming for him— he was an incredible player, you realized once he hit the field that he was going to be a star player. 

Judging by the reactions of the others in the stands, Porco’s popularity was going to skyrocket from here. Your regular, normal friend was going to jump into the world of popularity and celebrity status that came with a talented athlete. It sent waves of nerves down through your gut, though you couldn’t explain why, as you clutched the plastic pom pom in your hand, you just wanted the game to be over— you wanted to see his face up close. Hear his voice, know that everything was okay, you were still as close as ever, that nothing ever really would change.

Life doesn’t really work that way, though, does it? 

After scoring the winning goal, the crowd erupted into cheers, yourself included, the stands thundering with your classmates going wild. It didn’t take long for everyone to begin filing out of the stands towards their cars, but you had another mission, going towards where the locker room was— to find Porco. Your best friend. Your crush, although he’d never know that part. 

Finally making your way through the throngs of people with plenty of “excuse me” and “pardon me”’s, you wiggled your way towards the locker room, it seemed as though the team was gathered about, chatting with different people. You rose to your tiptoes, looking for that familiar head of dirty blonde hair, a signature style that you would even help cut sometimes— that’s how trusted you were by now. At last! You spotted the top of Porco’s head, rounding the side of the locker area. 

Confusion and a wave of nausea overtook you, but your feet had dragged you forward— as if your body was compelled to know. Avoiding the main crowd, you slipped around relatively unnoticed, only to freeze at the corner when you heard voices. A girl. 

“I— I just think you’re so cute, Porco. And you’re super good at soccer, too. I was too shy to tell you.” 

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat so thick that you could hardly breathe. You longed to run, nails digging into your palms so hard that warmth seeped through your fingers, dripping onto the dirty ground, staining it crimson. No, you had to know what he said.

“You think I’m cute? Hell, thanks.” He sounds shy, you think to yourself, based on his intonation, hope surges through your chest for a split second. 

The flicker of hope is doused with torrential rain. 

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, Pieck.” 

You think you’re going to die. You really do. The worst moment of your life comes when you peek around the corner, watching how Porco leans down to kiss her. How she pulls him close— and he reciprocates. 

That’s the first time you cry aside from the words of your mother, a choked sob leaving your lips, whirling on your heel. You don’t look as you shove through the crowd, rushing to your car and scurrying into it. Burying your face in your hands, you’re quick to rip up the Polaroid of the two of you from the summertime— you regret it later, but in the moment of crushing sadness that overtakes you, you need to get rid of it all. 

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For the next two days, you holed up in your room, pretending to be violently sick. When Porco texted you asking if you needed anything, you told him to stay away since you were “totally contagious”, in your words.

You hated lying to him, you really did, but you couldn’t bear to see his face. Not when you pulled up social media to see how his relationship status went from Single to In a Relationship… How the pictures began to evolve from just him to him and Pieck. How happy they looked. Granted, you wanted him to be happy, more than anything.

So, you took some personal time to wallow so that you could compose and seal off your feelings— if you had hesitations about Porco knowing about how you felt about him, you were never in a million years going to tell him how you felt now. You put your feelings under lock and key, threw away the key, burned the box, locked the ashes, put that boxes in a cement container, and threw it into the Marianas Trench. 

Going back to your normal jogging routine was difficult— when Porco wanted to talk about Pieck, you conveniently tuned out. A simple nod here, a short reply there. If Porco noticed any changes in you, he never said a word. You just had to act normal, that wasn’t so hard… Right?

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He didn’t date her the entirety of high school, it was a variety of girls. As Porco grew to be more popular, the girls began to flock to him— not to mention his good looks. While he was a little shit and a bit of an asshole, with those hazel green eyes, perfectly styled hair, stocky build… If you were drooling over him, it was no wonder that other girls were as well. 

“Well, of course I’m gonna take shop, too.” You huffed, annoyed. 

Porco rolled his eyes, but didn’t put up a fight. You stuck together like glue, that was the rule. Even if he took some really… Interesting classes, you’d still sign up alongside him without any complaints, humming along, still required to be in a dress per your mother. 

You were good at shop, too. Mechanical things, welding, building… It turned out to be your forte, you excelled past Porco, to his dismay. Here you were, in class, with huge masks on your face, giant pairs of gloves— you were the only woman.

Porco turned to look at you. Your hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail for safety, you hunched over your work. He tried to imagine what expression you might have beneath your welding mask as you saudered the smallest of pieces together, using small and precise tools of a practiced hand. Today, you were wearing a pastel A-line dress, you looked as though you’d come straight from the 50’s, like you’d been in a TV show and plucked right out.

Your mother was a firm believer that ladies should be seen, not heard. She had strict rules for you, not allowing you to be out late. You had to wear dresses or skirts. Couldn’t listen to certain music. Her rule was totalitarian over you, it was easiest for you to just listen, duck your head down. As Porco watched you work, he couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable you must have been.

You’d grown from a stupid, clumsy kid into a beautiful and intelligent woman. Capable and strong, athletic too. No matter what he wanted to do, you were always right beside him. You’d even enrolled in the same college— Marley University, the best known college in the area. 

While he’d made it in on full athletic scholarship, you had worked your tail off. You hadn’t told him how you’d managed to get in-- when you weren’t with him, you were studying your brains out, managing to get an engineering scholarship based off of your test scores alone. Sleepless nights had paid off, although you could not rest just yet.

You hadn’t even had a boyfriend, not that you wanted one. Well, you did. You wanted Porco. But you couldn’t have him… Until he was finally out of your reach forever, you still had a thread of hope. As hard as it was to stay where you were, all you had to do was keep your cool. Highschool. No promises of a future yet. 

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When you moved to Marley U, the first thing you did was cut off your mother. Removing your toxic family from your life was the most satisfying thing you’d ever done in your entire life— it felt as though you were finally taking control of yourself and your choices for the first time ever. So, you asked Porco if he’d like to rent an apartment with you, rather than live in the dorms.

He accepted without a second thought. 

Less than a week later, he mentioned that he was talking to Pieck again. 

“Yeah, so she’s going to Marley U too, do you think it could mean something?” He sighs, resting his cheek on his palm. 

You swallow hard. 

“Dunno, why are you asking me? I’ve never even dated anyone, Pock.” You huff, only half joking. 

He stares at you for a long, hard moment, the silence pregnant and heavy with discomfort. You open your mouth, to change the subject— anything, when Porco speaks again. 

“Never?” He sounds incredulous.

“No, never.” Your answer is curt, heart aching once again. You knew that this was going to come once again, and now living with him you’d get tormented with a new horror… When he brought girls home. It hadn’t happened yet, but it was only a matter of time. 

The moment you walked away, you pulled out your phone and downloaded Tinder for the first time in your life. 

———————

Turns out, you didn’t need Tinder after all.

Less than a week later, you were leaving the coffee shop on campus, already exhausted from your classes. Having chosen a major in engineering, you had to work hard constantly— you were fucking exhausted nonstop. You’d hardly seen Porco, which was new to you. He’d texted you to spend time with you, ask when you could have dinner together or if you wanted to watch movies, but you’d left him on read. 

Rounding the corner, sipping on your iced latte (with two extra shots of espresso), a cloudy haze of exhaustion kept you from paying attention. After all, the clumsiness really never did leave you, although it only came out when you were drained— like now. Cutting the corner a little too tight, your shoulder caught the wall, causing you to lose your footing, staggering to the side. 

What you expected was to crash to the ground as your feet came out from underneath you. It was going to hurt, landing on the bricks, but the pain never came. Suddenly drenched in your latte, you were caught in a pair of strong, warm arms. 

Blinking up at your savior, you were met with a pair of icy blue eyes hidden behind a strange pair of glasses, platinum blonde hair, a full beard. Cute… You found yourself thinking, before realizing that he’d caught you, saving your ass from falling to the ground, holding you— your latte having successfully drenched the two of you in sticky coffee and foam. 

“You okay?” He props you back up to your feet, keeping a hand on your waist to make sure that you’re not going to collapse. 

You stare at him for a moment too long, he looks a little uncomfortable until you snap out of it, blinking rapidly, reaching your hands up in apology and stepping away from him to create some distance— suddenly missing his warmth. He’s as soaked as you are, did you bump into him, or did he just jump in from you falling?

“Y-yes, thank you.” You stammer, suddenly nervous. “I’m so sorry I spilled my coffee on you, thank you for catching me, oh gosh, how can I repay you?” You apologize all in one breath, he cracks a smile then. 

“You were about to fall right in front of me, didn’t seem right to let you hit the ground.” He speaks so nonchalantly, it’s so vastly different in comparison to when you talk to Porco… You hate that you compare talking to any man to talking to Porco. 

“You can let me take you to dinner tomorrow.” He’s smooth, your eyes widen, throat going dry. 

This is the first time you’ve ever been asked out. You’d hoped that the first time you’d be asked out would be by Porco, but here was this man— smooth and calm, handsome as well. He was older than you, with searching eyes that you couldn’t read. You couldn’t wait for Porco forever… Especially knowing that he didn’t have feelings for you. 

“I’d like that very much, but I don’t even know your name,” You chuckle. 

“Name’s Zeke Jaeger, pleasure’s all mine.” He offers his hand to shake, which you take with as much confidence as you can muster. You tell him your name, he nods slowly.

“Pretty name. We’ll go somewhere nice tomorrow night, dress well. Put your number in my phone.” He hands you his phone, you put in your number, trying to ignore how your fingers shake tapping in the familiar numbers. 

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp. Be careful getting home, you won’t have any knights in shining armor to rescue you if you fall next time.” Zeke pats your shoulder, his hand is large and warm. Your cheeks heat up, nerves prevent you from looking him in the eye. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Zeke.” You smile warmly, he waves at you, ignoring how he’s soaked through, before turning and walking off. 

You miss that you don’t have your latte anymore, exhaustion creeping into your veins once again as you continue to hurry home, your soaked clothes giving you a chill. Reaching your shared apartment, Porco’s reclined on the couch, Pieck sitting beside him. They’re not cuddling, you notice right away. However, you don’t want to be near it, rushing into the kitchen to make yourself another cup of coffee. 

Porco hears you come in, calling out a greeting— you don’t respond. When you turn on the light in the kitchen, he gets his first glance at you, noticing how your clothes are soaked. Your shirt is drenched, he can’t see the state of your pants. He can’t help but wonder what happened, there was a time where you’d tell him anything right away, a pang of pain surges through his chest; pain that he can’t explain. 

He misses you. He misses your closeness, how you’ve begun to drift from him. Porco’s not sure when it happened, but he feels as though a part of himself is missing, a part that had always, well, completed him. He never expected to feel so empty without you, that you were such an integral part of his life— how long had he taken that for granted? 

Pausing the movie that he and Pieck were watching, he ignored the look that she gave him, looking over at you to see if you were paying attention, if you glanced over or sent any regard his way. You hadn’t, finishing your brew of coffee, yawning with a stretch, your shirt riding up to show your toned stomach. 

“Why are you all wet?” Porco asks the obvious question. You finally glance over to him, it’s only for a moment as you turn the kitchen light off, moving to head down the hall to your room. 

“Tripped and spilled my latte, I almost fell.” You shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Well, it was normal. Porco knew that you were quite clumsy— although it had mostly calmed down as you’d gotten older, you seemed to gain more control over your legs. He knew that it really only got bad when you were overtired, opening his mouth to ask another question, you’d already walked down the hallway. Hearing the door to your room open and close, he sighed. There went another chance to talk to you. 

“Your roommate doesn’t seem very social,” Pieck remarked, turning her attention to Porco. When he glanced down at her, she was pretty— always had been. Yet, there was something missing that he had never thought about before, it nagged at him all night, especially when he heard you rummaging around, taking a shower. 

She implied wanting to stay, but for the first time, Porco declined, making an excuse about having a big test for a class in the morning, needing to be up early. Pieck looked crestfallen, but kissed him anyway. That night as he laid in his bed, knowing your room was but a wall away, your bed on the other side, Porco couldn’t help but wonder what kissing you might feel like. 

———————

The next morning when Porco woke up, he resolved himself to talking to you more. He missed you, your closeness. You lived together now, shouldn’t you be closer to your best friend than ever? Still, he felt worlds apart. Rising from his bed, golden eyes shifted to his messy desk where a lone framed photo sat. 

It was the two of you from middle school, a Polaroid that he’d framed for safekeeping. He was carrying you on his back, both of you covered in paint from head to toe. You’d gone to a 5k paint run, after the run had concluded, you begged him to carry you; claiming you were so exhausted you might just die. The photographer had snapped the picture of him moments after hoisting you onto his back, you were both laughing. 

Your arms were draped casually over his shoulders, cheek pressed to his head. He only had to close his eyes for a moment to remember that day, how you’d teased each other during the run, trying to see who could get more colors blasted onto them. Who would cross the finish line first— although you knew Porco was going to finish first, anyway. 

After the race, when he’d scooped you up. You were smaller, soft against him. Your laugh rang in his ear, cheek pressed to his face. Despite being exhausted and sweaty, he could still smell the strawberry shampoo you were obsessed with. Even now, he could remember the aroma. You both looked so happy, so complete. 

Porco’s heart seized in his chest, a weird feeling overtaking him. A feeling that he’d been suppressing for years, that he’d tried to avoid thinking about, to repress as much as he could. How he’d tried to push it away, to bury it ten feet under the ground… To forget about it. 

Yet… The feeling of losing you was too much. He couldn’t lose you, you’d been a part of his life for so long that Porco felt as though he was losing a part of himself, realization beginning to fall into place. A new resolve began to build in his heart, with a renewed determination Porco marched into the living area— hoping to find you, to talk and have breakfast together, as you used to.

You were gone for the day. He knew your classes weren’t due to start yet, but you’d left earlier than normal. Swallowing hard, Porco ran a hand through his hair. Later, he could talk to you later, certainly. 

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When Porco got home from the gym after his classes, the time was nearly reaching 6:30p. It was a little later than normal, but he had a feeling you’d be there, something in his gut just told him that you were home. Upon opening the door and hearing the jazz playing from your bathroom, his suspicions were confirmed. 

You didn’t listen to music like that unless you were in a really good mood, he couldn’t wait to see what had gotten you so excited. After a brief shower himself, Porco perched on the couch, debating on what he could make for the two of you for dinner— he wanted to do something nice. 

A few minutes until 7p, the door to your room closed, and he received the shock of his life. 

You came down the hall dressed to kill, wearing a long form fitting black dress that sparkled. A slit ran up the side, as if you were going to a ball— or to murder a man after seducing him. Your hair was curled and pinned up with careful and meticulous work, makeup extravagant, winged eyeliner so sharp it could cut. 

Porco had never seen you look so fancy in his entire life, and he’d seen you wear plenty of dresses over the years. This was the most breathtaking one, he felt his heart stop, wondering if his mouth openly dropped— for it certainly seemed as though his jaw hit the floor. Since when had his heart hammered like that over seeing you? 

“What’s with the fancy dress?” He tried playing it cool, to keep from sounding too interested.

You smiled then, a large glow erupting onto your face, red lips curling outwards to expose pretty teeth. Porco’s heart skipped a beat, your smile taking his breath away— how long had it done that? Why was this the first time he was acknowledging it?

“I have a date! He’ll be here in a few minutes. It’s the first date I’m ever going on. He said to dress nice.” Your gaze lowers, suddenly feeling shy at the admission of it being your first ever date, but you’re so giddy now to be going on a date with someone who wants to take you somewhere nice and fancy that the nerves are taking a back burner. 

“A… date?” Porco sputters, your gaze flits up to his quickly, the hazel green swimming with a strange emotion, one you’ve never seen before. 

“Y-yeah,” You stammer at first, before feigning your confidence. “His name is Zeke Jaeger. He kept me from falling the other day.” Your face heats up at the memory of his kind and cool attitude, how he’d texted you a few times since. 

Porco’s heart sank, before his blood began to boil. No, this couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be going on a date. No, no no. Absolutely not. Anger simmered underneath the surface, as his face contorted you could feel the tension in the room begin to grow thick, taking a step back towards the door. Sure, you knew that Porco had a temper, but he never directed it at you— plus, what was he getting angry at? 

“You can’t go on a date with him!” He snaps suddenly, voice louder than he intends, as you recoil regret pounds through his head. 

“What do you mean I can’t? What’s it to you?” You’re raising your own voice now, stress and sadness filling you suddenly, the yelling coming from a place of hurt. 

“He’s a jerk! You just… Fuck, you can’t!” Porco can’t explain himself, the words just won’t come. 

He instantly regrets how he yells, watching the water build up in your eyes, tears threatening to spill over. Your hands come up to press underneath your long lashes, preventing them from spilling over. Porco swallows hard, opening his mouth— he has to apologize, has to make this right. Fortune is not on his side, however, for your phone goes off, you glance at him briefly once more, and dart out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts, and the clacking of your heels. 

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When you make your way down the steps from your apartment, Zeke is waiting in his car, a sharp BMW, you swallow hard. He’s rich, no wonder he told you to dress nice. Can you even keep up with someone like this? You’re far from the classiest of people, but… He’s the first person to ever ask you out on a date. 

“You look nice,” He remarks when you climb into the car, the first thing you notice is that he’s got a nice button down and slacks on— and how the car reeks of cigarettes.

He doesn’t ask before lighting up a cigarette, leaving his window just barely cracked to let the smoke out, although it otherwise fills the car with smoke. Your eyes water slightly and you refrain from coughing with long swallows. This is his car, after all, you can’t exactly ask him not to smoke. Your asthma was under control, it’ll be fine. 

The restaurant he takes you to is some fancy place you’ve heard of in passing— it’s in the city, one of those rooftop restaurants on top of a hotel. Of course, he valet parks, climbs out of the car, and stands on the sidewalk waiting for you. You sort of feel silly to think that he might have opened the door for you, so you hoist yourself out of the car and rush to catch up to Zeke. 

“I’ve never been somewhere so fancy before!” You can’t contain your excitement, wide eyed and full of wonder. 

Zeke eyes you up and down slowly, a strange feeling of uneasiness creeps into your gut, but you push it aside. It’s got to just be nerves, you’ve never been on a date before, that’s all it is, certainly. He nods, walking inside without holding the door. Your mother’s words ring in your mind about how gentlemen are always supposed to hold the door for ladies— Porco always did. You never asked him to, it was just a natural routine for him to hold the door open for you whenever you passed through. 

No, you shouldn’t compare your date to Porco. Especially not after how he treated you before you left. Your mind still couldn’t wrap around the interaction, how he’d yelled at you, raised his voice. Sure, he got angry a lot, but it had never been directed at you in such a way. 

“I come here all the time, it’s nothing special.” Zeke shrugs, pushing the button to the elevator. 

You feel uncomfortable having said something, pursing your lips together, staring at the artwork on the walls of the hotel instead to distract yourself mentally. 

Rising to the top floor was spent in eerie silence, Zeke strode to the host stand with full confidence, murmuring to the waiter before you had even made your way over. You felt ridiculous, trailing behind, staring at Zeke’s broad shoulders as you weaved through the many full tables to be seated at a window table. 

“You don’t think this is special, Zeke? It’s so pretty, look at the city lights!” Your voice is laced with delight, eyes fixed on the outer view.

When you glance over, he’s checking his phone, you can’t help how your heart falls. Your first date, and he doesn’t seem interested in you at all. He barely speaks to you as you both look over the menu. You attempt to ask questions, which he responds to curtly, often not turning it back to you; instead he simply shuts down the response to fall into silence.

The prices on the menu make you sick to your stomach. You barely have any money. If he makes you pay… You hadn’t discussed that. You could order an appetizer and have that alone, or perhaps the cheapest thing on the menu. When you open your mouth to ask Zeke, the waiter seems to conveniently appear, asking what you’ll have.

Zeke orders an absurdly fancy glass of wine, as well as a surf and turf style dinner, with a perfect filet mignon cut of steak, and sliced lobster tail to pair. Swallowing hard, you open your mouth to order, but Zeke stops you. 

“She’ll have a water, and a garden salad. See to it.” The waiter looks at your pleading eyes, but doesn’t comment further, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Why… Why did you order for me, Zeke?” Your voice is low, quiet, heart dropping lower into your stomach. 

“If I’m to be paying, I don’t want you eating me out of house and home, not to mention, I believe a salad is best for you.” His icy blue eyes are cold, calculating. You chew on your cheek, tempted to get up and leave, but you don’t have a way to get home— what are you going to do? 

“Could I try yours, though? I love steak,” You attempt, pressing lightly. 

Porco always shared his food with you. Hell, when you’d go out to restaurants, if you didn’t like what you ordered, he’d switch with you with no questions asked. Even if he didn’t necessarily like what you ordered, he’d always swap. You would taste each other’s meals when you went out too, trying to see who had better taste, and if it was a new place, was it worth coming back to.

Zeke, however, scoffs openly. 

“What? No! You’ve got your salad, so you can eat that.” The way he speaks is so monotonous, it’s cold and collected. You can’t help but feel shudders run down your spine— it’s going from bad to worse rapidly. 

As such, when the food was delivered, you stared lamely at your salad. Mixed greens, some vinaigrette dressing, there weren’t any special toppings either. No croutons, bacon, cheese. It was as plain as plain could be. Glancing up at Zeke’s plate, you caught a whiff of the steak, which looked seasoned to perfection, inadvertently causing your mouth to water tantalizingly. 

“So… What courses are you taking, Zeke? Your major?” You pressed for conversation, the silence making everything worse as you poked at your salad. 

“I’m doing my residency currently for neurosurgery.” It’s a simple response, you’re swallowing hard. 

He didn’t even ask you what you were in school for, even though you’d met on campus. So, the dinner continued in relative silence. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask Zeke why he’d asked you out in the first place, he didn’t even seem to like or have any interest in you, hardly paying you any mind or sparing you a glance. 

It hurt. Your first actual date, and you were hardly being paid any mind. However, you forced smiles when needed, ate enough of your salad to look like you had some sort of interest, and the dinner concluded with relative peace. Zeke paid with a black card— once again revealing how much wealth he had, the deep feelings of anxiety began to grow in your gut.

Something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite figure it out. 

Once you were back in the car, you tried once again to converse with Zeke. To talk to him, to relate, anything. With such a fancy car, certainly he could play some music from your phone. 

“Can I play us some music?” You attempted, pulling your phone out, unlocking it. 

“No.” His response was a curt one word, Zeke didn’t even look at you. 

Exhaling softly through your mouth, you gazed out the window until arriving at your apartment building. You’d expected Zeke to park in the front of the building, closest to your stairway, to just let you off— you wanted to run away and pretend this horrific date had never happened… And swear to never date again. 

Instead, Zeke pulled the black car into the darker, secluded part of the parking lot. Those feelings of anxiety grew in your gut, knowing that something wasn’t right. He parked in a far corner, backing the car in smoothly, glancing around the area. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he glanced over to you, gaze flickering down to your seatbelt. You promptly unbuckled yours, shimmying in your seat so that you could face him— while reaching behind you to unlock your door, as quietly as possible to avoid suspicion. 

“It’s time to pay up.” He spoke at last, facing you, you swore that Zeke’s expression darkened, those icy eyes of his darkening. 

“Pay… up?” You stammered, confusion causing you to hesitate. 

“You ruined a very expensive shirt, and in order to get you here I had to take you to dinner. So, you have to pay up.” Zeke begins to reach for his belt, panic arises in your mind, shooting through you. 

“What do you mean…?” The tremble in your tone was obvious, blankly staring at Zeke as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his slacks. 

“You’re going to be my little toy until I’ve determined that you’ve paid off the costs. So, first you’re going to suck me off.” 

He begins to open up his slacks, revealing his boxers, when you begin to shake your head, realization settling in. How did this happen? All you had done was bump into him, accidentally spilling coffee on him. He caught you from falling… He was so normal, how had it turned to this? Why was this your first date? 

“N-no, Zeke… I can’t.” You shake your head more fervently, turning your face away. 

“You can, and you will.” He speaks more firmly, finally your instincts take over. 

Remembering that you’d unlocked the door due to concerns, you reached behind you in a flash, grasping the handle and flinging the door open to the BMW and leaping out. Landing flat on your ass, the sound of fabric ripping was a secondary thought— watching how Zeke’s face contorted in rage. 

“I’m not going near you!” You began to yell, if anyone was near, hopefully they’d hear you, remembering the whole ‘stranger danger’ rules.

Awkwardly scrambling to your feet, you begin to run towards your stairway, in the partially illuminated light. You can hear Zeke get out of his car behind you, pressing yourself harder— thank fuck for all the runs you’d done with Porco over the years. Your heel snaps with the pressure of your forceful steps, you’re crashing down once again, landing face first onto the pavement, more sounds of fabric ripping. 

“Get the hell back here!” Zeke sounds pissed. Furious. You think he might kill you. He’s rich enough that he could make you disappear. Out here alone nobody would notice.

Your hands hurt from the scrapes of the pavement, your chest and knees ache, you don’t know how much your dress has ripped or what’s even left of it. Frantically, you’re climbing to your feet again, slowed down with one heel, still so much distance left to go. Turning your head back, Zeke is stalking up to you. 

“Get away from me!” You yell, as loud as you can, though your breath comes out ragged and weak. 

For the first time that night, luck was on your side. 

Porco just so happened to be at the bottom of the stairs, having a cigarette for himself. He’d been evaluating everything that happened for the night— why had he been so god damned bothered by your going on a date? You weren’t his, but… You were such an integral part of his life, he’d finally begun to realize how much he cared for you.

How much he’d taken you for granted over the years. The way you looked at him, smiled at him. Your pretty eyes, soft hair. How you’d cuddle together and watch movies, you’d do everything together… The first thing that he remembered was you in shop class welding in a dress, all because he wanted to take it in the first place. Ironically, it was how you’d found your calling. 

You were always together. There was a reason for that.

Porco loved you. 

He always had… It had just taken him far, far too long to realize it. 

Now, he might lose you. Remembering just how pretty you looked, coming down the hall dressed as though you were going to a gala. He’d never seen you look so amazing, wanted to kiss you and hold you close. Yet… You weren’t his. You were going to be with someone else as of tonight, and here he was, feeling sorry for himself.

Had he made you feel this way all these years?

“Get away from me!” 

That scream. That voice. He’d recognize it anywhere. Stubbing out his cigarette with a slam of his boot, Porco jumped off of the stairs, running to the corner— the sight before him made him want to throw up. 

You were sprinting towards the stairway. Well, limping. One of the heels had snapped on your shoe, your dress had torn in multiple locations— you had clearly fallen more than once. Hair fallen askew, he could just barely see your face, the panic stricken expression on your face. Stalking behind you was none other than Zeke Jaeger, the school’s “boy wonder”— and a resident womanizing creep. 

Fuck this. 

His legs pushed him forward across the parking lot, to you. He had to get to you. Athleticism was on his side, he made it to you in record time, grasping you into his arms, scooping you up bridal style in one swift motion, whirling to face Zeke. 

“Enough, man. I’ll kick your teeth out if you come near her.” His voice had dropped in tone, venom seeping through. 

Seeing Porco suddenly shoot out from around the corner, sprinting to you had your heart stopping. It was as if something had decided to smile upon you, give you good graces. He lifted you up into his arms, his warmth enveloping you in a comforting hold. Unable to face Zeke, you buried your face into Porco’s shirt, relishing in his familiar scent. 

“Whatever, man. This won’t be the last of me. That bitch made me pay for her dinner, and ruined a thousand dollar shirt.” Zeke points his finger, rage swirling in his eyes, but knowing that Porco won’t back down, whirls on his heel, stalking off. 

You’re slipping your arms around Porco’s neck, body shaking, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. He stepped back towards your building, getting out of the parking lot— in the event that Zeke decided to take matters into his own hands. Not that he expected it, but with someone so filthy rich, and a nickname of “wonder boy”, who knew what he could get away with. His arms tightened around you, aware of just how small you felt, your trembling. 

“I’ve got you,” Porco’s voice is low, leaning his head down, resting his chin close to the top of your head, breathing in the familiar strawberry scent of your shampoo— the scent he missed so much. “You’re safe.” 

Zeke sped off, once the dark BMW zoomed away did Porco finally feel okay to turn away, climbing the steps without setting you down. You were vaguely aware that he was carrying you to your shared apartment, reminded of his strength. 

Porco shifted you in his arms when he reached the door, opening it to bring you both inside, before closing the door behind him and locking it. Your eyes were screwed shut, only slightly aware of him bringing you into the bathroom, until he was setting you down on the counter, his hands coming to rest on your shoulder, before sliding down to your hands, flipping them over.

“You’re bleeding, I’m gonna clean this, okay?” For once, Porco wasn’t giving you some sassy responses, your eyes opened slowly to gaze at him. He’d reached under the cabinet to pull out your first aid kit. 

Lifting his head up, your eyes met, those pretty hazel green eyes glinted gold in the light of the bathroom, you swallowed hard, embarrassment and shame overwhelming you. Sniffling, you fought not to cry. How could you tell Porco what happened? Would he judge you? 

“That was a hell of a date.” You sighed at last, fighting to keep your composure. 

Porco took your hands in his own, gazing at the bloody and scraped palms. Grasping a pair of tweezers, he began to clean the asphalt out of them first, you winced as he did so, sadness crushed his chest. This never should have happened. If he had just come to his damn senses sooner… Confessed his feelings. Stopped trying to pretend he didn’t care for you more than anything, chewing on his full lower lip. 

“Yeah?” He prodded gently, raising an eyebrow. 

“He took me to that rooftop restaurant, but wouldn’t let me eat anything. I had to have a salad and a water. He got a steak and lobster… And he wouldn’t share.” You huffed, thoughtful. “Kept thinking about how you would have shared with me.” 

Porco felt his heart clench in his chest— you were thinking about him while on your date? Although, you were right. He would have shared in a heartbeat— but he also wouldn’t have forced you to get a salad, either. You would have each ordered whatever you wanted, and shared food like you always did. 

If you’d been on a date with him, he would have woo’ed you to the fullest, as much as he possibly could have. He would have taken you somewhere reasonable that you both would have enjoyed, for a drive somewhere nice… Maybe to go feed some ducks. You loved animals, seeing you feed the ducks was such a heartwarming thought— he hadn’t even realized he’d stopped cleaning your palms. 

“Pokko? You okay?” You leaned your head down, trying to catch his attention, knocking him out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah— course. Can’t believe Jaeger treated you like that. You deserve so much better, someone who will treat you right.” He frowned harder than usual, frustration simmering. 

“It wasn’t the worst part.” Your voice shook, Porco raised his eyes, having finished cleaning your palms, but not yet letting go— although neither of you seemed to notice. 

“He… He wanted me to give him oral. Said it was repayment.” You swallowed hard, shuddering at the memory. 

Before you know it, Porco’s arms have snaked around you, his body slotting between your thighs, pressing your legs apart. You wrap your sore legs around his waist, holding his body tight to you, tears threatening to spill over, a single one slipping down your cheek. His hands have rum up your back slowly, rubbing with featherlight touches. 

Making way into your hair, Porco slips his thick fingers into your hair, pressing his cheek into the back of your head. Your first date and Zeke had tried to take advantage of you. So, that’s why you were running away. He was forcing himself on you, he was going to hurt you. Distress tingled in each nerve— he couldn’t bring himself to think of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there. 

It never should have happened. 

He should have confessed to you before you left. He should have stopped you, never should have let you leave… Fuck, he never should have yelled at you. Now, you were bearing these scars. Emotionally and physically. Your body felt so small against his, suddenly becoming away of your legs wrapped around his waist— how they trembled slightly. 

“My pretty girl, if I ever see him I swear I’ll—“ Porco trails off, his voice shaking. Leaning back, he’s able to look into your eyes. 

They’re watery, makeup ruined as it trails down your face, dirt splashed onto your cheeks. Yet, as disheveled as you are, Porco thinks you’re as beautiful as ever. Your heart seizes in your chest, the sweet tone of his voice laced with the gentle words have you melting before him; you’ve never longed to surge forward and kiss him more than you do now. 

“Let me get you cleaned up, okay?” Porco releases you, stepping back to grab a pair of towels, making his way towards the shower. 

You hardly register what’s happening when Porco helps you down from the counter, guiding you to the shower. He turns you with gentle touches, his finger pads are rough yet he barely brushes against your skin, you can’t help the longing for more. Porco has never been so affectionate to you, it seems as though you’re on another planet when his fingers reach for the zipper of your torn dress. 

“Is this alright? I can turn around if you prefer.” The king of consent, Porco’s fingers hover over the zipper. You nod slowly, heart hammering in your chest so hard that you’re convinced it’s going to burst out of your rib cage.

He unzips your torn dress, allowing to it fall to the tiled floor, leaving you clad only in your panties. The dress wasn’t meant for you to wear a bra, the instant that the cool air of the room hit your breasts, your nipples began to pebble into hardened buds— thank fuck Porco was behind you. 

Stepping to the side, Porco turns on the shower, keeping his back to you, giving you some privacy. You’re confused, he’s giving off mixed signals that you can’t quite understand. This whole day has been one shocking clusterfuck, but you’re with him and that’s what matters right now. Once the water has reached a comfortable and steamy temperature, Porco gestures for you to climb in. 

You bend down to take your panties off, your heart skipping in your chest; it’s so intimate for Porco to have started up the shower for you, to have taken off your dress, but he’s still keeping his back to you. There’s an ache, no, a longing that has you wanting him to turn around so that he can see your body for the first time. Battered from falling on the ground or not, you want him to see you. You want to jump into his arms, to kiss him breathless.

You love Porco Galliard so much it hurts. 

When he doesn’t move, you slide the curtain aside, stepping in with wobbling legs, sighing when the hot water cascades down your back. Somehow he knew the perfect temperature— truly this man was magic. Closing your eyes, you relax for a moment in the warmth as it begins to soothe your aching muscles, not noticing the sounds of shedding clothes, until Porco pokes his head into the shower. 

“May I join you?” He sounds hesitant, your eyes shooting open in a flash. 

Whipping your head around, he’s gripping the curtain tightly, head peeked in, gaze skipping over your back, landing on your ass more than once. You’ve never nodded so fast, still not turning to face him yet. 

Porco steps into the shower then, you think you’ve died. This is it. Zeke caught you, this can’t really be happening. Here is Porco, your best friend, love of your life, climbing into the shower. His collarbone is accentuated, prominent and sharp. With broad shoulders and thick biceps, he braces himself to step in— you’re finally treated to his full body.

Sure, you’ve seen Porco shirtless before, but it’s far different to seeing him fully nude. Your eyes slide from his sternum to his light tracing of abs, he’s stocky for his size. The vee line he has is such a treat, it guides your eyes towards his navel, a trail of dark blonde curls lead your gaze… You’re gifted with the sight of his cock.

He’s half hard already, you can’t help but wonder what’s turned him on. His cock is thick— it’s the first thing you notice, with a fat cockhead that looks as though it could rearrange your guts; you’d gladly ask him to. Continuing your study, you reach his balls, hanging plump and round; you can only imagine what he’s capable of. 

When he clears his throat, you quickly look back up to reach his gaze, finally turning to face him— giving him a full view of your breasts for the first time, your whole body bare and exposed. Bruises have begun to form from falling, but Porco can’t be bothered to care, his cock hardening already as he gazes at you. He can’t keep his gaze chaste, those hazel green eyes of his trail over the full mounds of your breasts and pert nipples multiple times. 

“P-Pokko…” You use his nickname, voice shaking. Arousal has begun to pool in your gut, how could it not when you’re in the shower, less than a foot apart from your naked best friend. 

He steps towards you, guiding your body around with his steps, until your back gently taps against the wall of the shower, water splashing against the two of you. His hands press to the tiled wall on the side of you, caging you in with his arms, you’re left gazing into those large eyes of his— ever so expressive. They swirl with emotion that you can’t begin to understand, when Porco leans in close, you feel as though your heart might stop. 

“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again. I’ve been so— so damn stupid, you’ve been right here beside me this whole time. Yet, I tried so hard to think that I’d ruin our friendship… fuck.” He trails off, voice shaking. 

You swallow hard, unable to tear your eyes away. Is this what you think this is? Porco’s leaning his face closer, slotting his knee between your thighs, slick from the water pouring down on the two of your, soaking your bodies with warmth. 

“I’ll never hurt you, never again. I’m— you know I’m bad at expressing my feelings like this,” Porco rests his forehead to yours now, you can feel his warm breath against your face, smell the slight hint of the cigarettes he’d been smoking. 

“What I’m tryin’ to say is that I love you. I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know when it started or why I tried to suppress it, but I can’t anymore. You’re perfect, strong and persevering, always by my side. We were meant to be together from the start— if you’d have me, that is.” Porco studies your face, eyes glinting in the muted light that streamed in from the shower curtain. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. Porco had finally said the words you’d longed for, that you’d ached to hear for many years. Reaching your hands up, you grabbed his soaking wet face, yanking him to you, capturing his soft lips to yours in a bruising kiss. 

He immediately reciprocates, shoving his tongue into your mouth the instant your lips part for breath, wrestling the wet muscle along with yours, saliva combining together. Gripping his face tightly, your hands grew hungry, eager in no time. With the warm water splashing down his muscular thigh slotted between your legs to press them open, you whimpered softly, leaving Porco humming in delight. 

With shaky hands, you slid them down his jawline to the back of his neck, into the fuzz of his undercut, tangling them into the longer strands of his dirty blonde hair, knotting your fingers in the soft locks. Porco’s hands quick dropped from the wall to rest on your waist, they don’t linger there for long, instead trailing up and down your sides, rough finger pads causing shockwaves in your nerves as he worked. 

His tongue explores your mouth, devouring you, were his leg not between your pretty thighs you’d fall without a doubt. Your pussy begins to drip with arousal, eagerness filling your gut at having the man you’ve longed for at last. You’ve never kissed before, yet kissing Porco feels as though you’ve kissed a million and one times, the way his plush lips mould to yours, slick with water and your combined saliva. 

He pulls his lips away, you’re trying to chase them when a sly smirk erupts onto his face; those delicious lips kiss swollen and plump. Porco nudges your cheek aside with his nose, nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses into your neck. You’re falling apart already, yet he’s barely done a thing to you; that’s what you get for being inexperienced, with someone you’ve fantasized about for so damn long. 

Porco’s relentless, his lips turn to him dragging the flat of his tongue down the taut skin of your neck, your fingers clutch his hair with desperation, breathing ragged. Unexpectedly, his teeth sink into your neck, you cry out loudly in shock, in pleasure. He’s soothing the spot quickly, with his lips circling the spot to suck, tip of his tongue swirling around the area. 

When he pulls away with a small popping sound, his pupils have blown wide, hardened cock pressing against your thigh, his breathing heavy. Porco studies the purpling bruise on your neck, pleased with his work— marking you as his, his alone. At last. 

He dives in again, assaulting your neck with kisses and bites, marking your neck over and over with bites, you whine as he goes, working his way down your neck, slipping your hands down from his hair to clutch at his shoulders. Grinding your pussy against his thigh, you’re desperate for friction; for him. 

Upon reaching your collarbone, Porco stops, satisfied with how many marks he’s left on your neck, the various blue and purple marks already beginning to appear on your skin. Gazing up to your face, your eyes connect, you’re both breathing heavily— his pupils are wide, eyes glinting with that gorgeous honey gold hue that you adore. 

“Fuck—“ He groans, bringing his lips to yours again in another passionate, heavy kiss. You respond with hunger, your hands now running along his body, finally getting the chance to enjoy touching him. He’s perfect. 

Your fingers trail along his sternum, tracing the slight of his abs before running towards his sides, skimming them. He shudders beneath your touch, groaning into your mouth; it’s a sound you want to hear more of, grinding your pussy against his thigh harder. Even if warm water weren’t blasting onto your sides, you’d be burning up with how heavy things were growing between the two of you— longtime desire finally coming to a bursting head. 

Your fingers reach his vee line, slipping down to where you ached to touch; where you had fantasized for so long. Brushing along the trail of coarse curls, you shiver, nerves overtaking you at last— certainly Porco knew? 

He reaches down then, breaking his lips apart from yours, gazing at your face once again. The look on his face is one of pure affection, has he always looked at you this way, or was he finally just letting his emotions slip through? Chewing on your lower lip, pulling it in between your bottom teeth, you studied his face intently. 

Porco’s large, warm palm grasps the plush of your thigh, hooking it over his leg. It’s a bit of a precarious position, he smiles that warm, familiar lopsided smile that you fell in love with from the start. 

“I’ve gotta prep you for me, baby girl. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, might hurt at first, though.” He presses his lips to the side of your mouth. 

“Swear, should’ve been honest with my feelings from the start. If I’ve got any say, ‘m never lettin’ anyone else near you again. You’re all mine, always will be, babe.” Porco’s voice is gruff, low, his breath tickling your ear, you can feel how your face heats up. 

“Does that mean…?” You hesitate, nerves settling in as Porco’s hand travels slowly from your thighs to your aching pussy. 

“Yeah, babe.” He snorts a laugh through his nose. “You’re my girl. My girlfriend.” 

As he says the word, his palm buffs against your aching pussy, you moan, leaning your head back against the tiled wall, gasping afterwards. Looking back to him, he’s got the biggest shit eating smirk you’ve ever seen, if his fingers weren’t spreading your folds you’d probably smack him. He begins to rub two thick fingers along your sopping folds, trying to avoid giving away how much it makes his cock ache that you’re so hungry for him. 

Porco can’t begin to fathom how long he’s wanted you, how long he’s tried to suppress his feelings, urges for you. He’s frustrated that it took a traumatic experience for you in order for him to finally act on his feelings— but now that he has you, he’ll never let you go. He’s made that promise to you, once Porco Galliard makes a promise, he intends fully on keeping it, forever. 

A low groan that escapes his lips when he teases his fingers at your slit, at last he raises his eyes, wanting to make eye contact for this. Pressing his two fingers into your soaked pussy, you gasp out, he sucks in a breath at how tightly you clamp down on just his fingers; what you’ll feel like on his cock has him throbbing painfully. 

“How’s that feel, pretty?” Porco grins at you, you’ve got your head leaned back against the tile again, hands gripping his biceps firmly. 

“It— ’s good, Pokko, I like it, I… I love you,” You stammer out, he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy, delighted with how you tight you feel on his fingers with each thrust. 

With the angle he’s got you lifted, he can only finger fuck you at a certain way, yet judging by the way you’ve got your head leaned back, moans slipping past your lips, you’re delighted. His fingers feel immensely better than your own— they’re thicker, longer, he’s a fast learner. Judging by when you moan, what has your walls clamping harder on his hand, Porco knows exactly how to please you. 

“Mm— Porco, g-gonna cum,” Your thighs have begun to shake as you whimper out the words, full lower lip trembling, chest heaving erratically. 

“Such a good girl, cum on my fingers,” He encourages, slamming his fingers into you at a relentless pace, his knuckles hitting your hips with each rough press into you.

It only takes a few more rapid pumps of his fingers before you orgasm, your walls clamping to pinch Porco’s fingers before fluttering around them. Your combined juices and cream coat his hand, spraying out onto his knuckles, he works you through it, before smoothly sliding his fingers out of you. 

When you lift your head back up, you’re treated to the sight of Porco taking his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, sucking your juices clean off of each finger. The moment he realizes you’re watching, he winks at you, the warmth in your face has never built so rapidly. He’s so god damn sexy without even trying, hair plastered down to his face with the water of the shower, you have to continue to remind yourself that you’re not dead— that this isn’t just a dream. 

He reaches down to grab the plush of your thighs once again, fingers pressing into your soft, smooth skin. Those golden eyes of his gaze at you so intently, full of passion and desire, you glance down at his cock, resting against his abdomen. It’s flushed red with a deeply swollen cockhead, prominent vein running up the side that pulses with the blood pumping through it. Fuck— he’s thick. You don’t even know how you’re going to take him, but like hell you’re going to try. 

“Jump,” Porco commands, you oblige instantly, he lifts you into his arms as your legs wrap around his waist, pressing your back firmly against the tiled wall of the shower. With your chests rubbing together, you’re able to feel how ragged his breathing is. 

“ ’s gonna hurt for a second, I’ll be gentle okay, baby girl?” His voice is low, he never takes his eyes off of yours as he begins to lower you down onto his cock, you can feel the head pressing against your entrance, squirming slightly.

When Porco’s cock presses into your folds, it does hurt at first, the stretch painful, you can almost feel a pop, crying out. He presses his lips gently to the corners of your mouth, pausing in lowering you down.

“Doing so good for me, that’s it, you’re taking my cock so well,” His voice trembles, he’s fighting not to bust his load right then, your walls so tight they suck his cock in. 

“P-Pokko—“ You whimper, digging your nails into the muscles of his back, your eye contact remains, he holds you still until your muscles start to relax; and fuck, when they do. 

The pain melts into breathtaking pleasure, searing through your veins, each nerve of your body tingling, shockwaves of delight soaring through you. You’re on cloud nine, a high suddenly crashes through you, walls squeezing down hard as an orgasm hits you, creaming on his cock suddenly, tossing your head back with a loud cry, a scream of his name. Porco hisses, fighting desperately not to burst, wanting to fuck you properly before he cums; but fuck, if it isn’t hard, when you squeeze him like that, creaming on him already.

“Cumming already, pretty?” He grins, beginning to press you down on his cock harder the moment your gooey pussy allows him to. 

You nod weakly, pupils blown when you gaze at him, glazed over with a fucked out bliss. At last, he’s finally bottomed out in you, hips flush together— and Porco swears that your pussy was made for him. He groans, but he hasn’t even started moving yet. 

“You’re so— so goddamn tight,” Porco hisses through his teeth, body trembling, fingers digging roughly into your thighs, so hard it’ll bruise. “Feels so damn good,” 

You nod, a babbling mess already, leaning forward to press your lips hungrily to his, Porco reciprocates the kiss before rapidly beginning to bounce you on his cock. He wanted to take it slow to start, yet with how good you felt he can’t hold back. Groans slip from his lips which you eagerly swallow, your tongues wrestling together in a messy kiss, your moans shaky with your fucked out state.

He can hardly tell you how close he is to cumming, feeling your velvet walls sucking him in as he pounds you, slamming you up and down on his cock. You begin to clench down on him, fluttering, body shaking; your nails rip down his back with such force you leave deep red marks that will be there for some time. 

“P-Pokko— I’m gonna—“ You can hardly mutter out the words when you’re screaming out his name, clamping down on his cock tightly with the fiercest orgasm of the night. 

Porco can’t take it anymore, he can’t keep it together. With a few more short thrusts, he slams you down onto his cock, pressing hard, emptying his load into you. Several ropes of hot, sticky cum are pumped into your pussy, his cock twitching; your pussy milks him dry. His cry is muted by your lips to his, a faint call of your name echoing on the walls of the shower. 

He holds you tight afterwards, feeling his cum start to slip back out, dripping down between the two of you, you’re both breathless, emotions running high. He certainly hadn’t expected to cum in you— but Porco doesn’t regret it for a moment, when he makes eye contact you and sees your smile, it’s clear that you don’t either. 

Gently, he lifts you up off of his cock, setting you back down, supporting your waist when your legs tremble. Your hand rests against the wall of the shower, a huge grin on your face. 

“Turn around.” He commands, sliding his hands up your form to rest them on your shoulders, spinning you slowly. 

“Wha—?” You stammer, turning your head back to him, when Porco stops you.

“ ‘m gonna wash your hair, babe. You gonna stay in my room with me after?” He smirks, you can hear the sass in his voice, and laugh, still in shock from everything that’s happened in the course of these past twenty-four hours. 

“Well yeah,” Your snort through your nose. “You did say I’m your girlfriend. It’d be silly not to stay with my boyfriend, right?” You turn his words back to him, curious to see if he was serious.

“Right, duh. You’re stuck with me now.” Porco’s smirking, even though you can’t see it, you can hear it in his voice. 

“As if I wasn’t already, now it’s official. I like it.” You nod.

“Good.”