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Average length but girthy. It’s heavy.

Groomed but not often. He’ll grow it out if you let him. He doesn’t care whether or not you have hair as long as it’s not bushy but he’s a hypocrite because he’ll let his get bushy

As I’ve said before, he’s a freak. He can get very kinky if you let him

Because he’s so kinky, consent is a big thing for him. He’s mastered the way of asking for your consent without ruining the moment while you’re in the middle of things.

”You want me to [explicit activity]? Tell me you want it.”

You joke around one day and say ‘omg spit in my mouth’ and Porco is like ‘oh, word?’

He's nasty and we love a nasty man around here

He’ll try everything at least once and if you both like it, he’ll put it in your rotation, but he’s firm about it needing two yeses. Not a maybe. It needs a firm yes and both of you have to be fully on board. 

“Damn, that sounds weird. Wanna try it?” He’s game for anything

At some point in your life with him, you’ll be upside down in the midst of doing something wild and you’ll ask yourself how you got in that situation 

He eases you into things you’re trying for the first time. He takes all appropriate measures to make sure you feel safe and comfortable the entire time. He may be mean but he’s not a monster. As soon as you’re uncomfortable with something or use your safe word, he immediately stops without another word. No convincing to keep going or try again. He’s done. He’ll immediately check in with you and initiate aftercare. The last thing he wants is to hurt you or break your trust.

If you want to keep going, he will dial it back a lot and finish the session with gentle missionary to ensure you guys connect and your needs are met.

Porco is a pleasure dom even though he hates being called that. He is the textbook definition of a pleasure dom. He edges you and makes you beg but he makes you cum until you can’t anymore. You won’t be able to walk when he’s done

“You wanted to cum so fucking bad, right? Well, I’m going to make you fucking cum.”

”Come onnnnnn. Cum for me. I know you want to.”

Really into overstimulation. He finds it to be a better punishment than orgasm denial but he likes both.

He fucks you every time like it will be the absolute last 

Hand on your throat while the other is doing the rocker sign with eye contact 

Thumb on your clit while three fingers of his other hand are knuckle deep with eye contact 

Head between your legs while two of his fingers curl inside you with you contact

At first, he was against using toys so you took it slow, but once he got comfortable with it, he uses them on you all the time. His favorite thing is when you’re on your back and he uses a vibrator on you while he fucks you. He just watches you writhe, whine, and whimper as he wrecks you in quick succession. He likes how he is able to look down and see you squeezing and cumming on him due to the double stimulation. If you’re low on time, he likes this method because he can get you off quickly but in multiples. 

He likes it even more if you’re restrained.

He appreciates a good spreader bar equipped with handcuffs

If you've really been working his nerves, he’ll just hold a vibrator against you until you’re begging him to let you rest (safely and with your consent of course)

He's also not above ruining your orgasms if he's feeling especially mean

Though he likes using toys to get you to cum, he feels much more satisfied by doing it manually. To him, it ensures that he’s not losing touch with you and your body. He will not let the robots win.

He isn’t always rough with you though. Sometimes he just wants to see your face and be with you. He enjoys those slower, milder moments just as much as when he’s being wild and kinky. 

He can degrade you. “Filthy little slut.”

He can praise you. “You’re doing so good. You take me so well.”

Or he can do both. “You’re doing so good. You take me so well, you filthy little slut.”

See? Range

Definitely a “stop running from me” kind of man and he’ll pin you down and make you take it (with your consent of course)

Porco does all the things he told you he’d do when you were teasing him earlier. So don’t talk to him crazy and then expect him to take it easy on you when he gets home. He will call you out on it later when he’s beating your back in. 

“Huh? What happened to all that shit you were talking earlier? ‘Oh Porco, when you get home I’m going to [explicit activity] and I’m going to [explicit activity]’. Now look at you. Can’t even see straight.”

He firmly believes that dick can fix your attitude. He’s right. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck that attitude right outta you.”

Porco will have your knees near your ears. Do not play with him. 

What makes him dangerous is that he’s so chill and relaxed when you’re in public. He seems so nonchalant when yall are out together. People don’t peg to be the freak that he is. He blushes when you playfully tease him in front of other people. He blushes when you’re super affectionate with him in other people’s presence. If you back it up against him in public, he won’t react. He’ll just put a hand on your hip and hold you there, continuing with conversation like normal. But then he gets you alone behind closed doors and he immediately locks in.

When he’s about to cum, he moans then lets out a little whine before letting out a final drawn out, gravely moan. Sometimes you get a “fuuuck” or “babyyyy”. It’s super hot.

He likes being in control. If you’re a pillow princess, at least pretend to put in the effort or else he will make you work for it. Ride him every once in a while and put in the effort even if it’s only for a few minutes. When your legs start to fatigue, he’ll take over with a chuckle. But if you whine about how it doesn’t feel as good as when he’s fucking you, he will make you work even harder. 

“Come on, baby. Show me you can make me feel good,” as he looks up at you with that condescending smirk. 

Do not say “I can’t” because he will tell you that you can. And you will.

He'll let you take control. Not during a session where he has already initiated control, but if you're laying on the couch together and push him onto his back, he'll smirk and let you have your way with him.

"Isn't it suppose to be cold? Why are you wearing going with that outfit?"

Came his comment as you stood in front of the floor length mirror in your bedroom, turning in each direction to get a good look at yourself.

"I'm just trying some things on that I haven't worn in a while, doing a mini closet purge."

You could hear the eye roll from him after your response, letting out a little laugh as you glimpse at his very obvious adjustment in the chair he was sitting in. The harsh press of his palm to his crotch sent excitement through you, wondering if you could get him to break in this stupid challenge he was participating in. The other downside to your boyfriend's determination and hardheadedness was you weren't seeing much action, but you had your methods and ways, though it didn't compare to what you were missing.

"What time will you be back?"

He asked after a moment, slouching in the chair now with one leg resting over the other, resting his head in his palm, looking at you with a bored expression.

"Probably late."

"How late?"

Turning, crossing your arms at the snippy tone he used, you rolled your eyes back at him and took a few steps forward. Porco eyed you with annoyance again, huffing like a child and seemingly waiting for an answer to his question.

"Not appreciating the attitude here."

He groaned loudly, annoyed still but knowing you had quite the upper hand over him at the moment, and had for a while now.

"Yeah well, not appreciating the 'scandalous' outfit you have on."

Moving closer, you bent over until you had him caged in the chair he was sitting in, purposely letting lips brush over his, enticing him more than you'd been this entire month.

"Oh? Well you can do something about that." Moving in like you were about to kiss him, like you knew he wanted, but pulling back at the last second. "Oh shit, I forgot you can't."

Yanking yourself away completely, not bothering to adjust the clothing you had on, still standing tall for a second and then turning back to where your mirror was to search for something else to wear tonight.

Not even a second had passed before your boyfriend had you wrapped in his arms, pulling you back into his chest, panting into your ear with a sort of growl. Maybe you teased him on purpose, maybe you didn't, but there weren't any complaints coming from your end.

"Fuck you're pissing me off."

Oh yeah, it had worked. Worked like a charm.

"I am?"

Playing coy and pushing yourself back into him, meeting the bulge in his pants, moaning to yourself as you rotated your hips. Porco's breath caught in his throat, moving to firmly hold your hips still as he walked you back to assumingely the bed. If that was all it took for him to break, you would've done this much, much sooner.

The sheer arousal from between your bodies was coming off in waves, thickening the air with tension like non other, allowing you to grow excited for what was next.

Porco stopped once the back of his knees hit the bed, turning around until you were by the bed instead of him, slipping his hand underneath the hem of your outfit and tearing it off in one swift motion. His hands groped all up and down your body, squeezing and kneading like he'd never touched you before. Laughing under your breath, you grabbed the side of his face and smashed him into a kiss.

Whether he was in a hurry or still annoyed at you, Porco cut the kiss short and turned you around again, pushing you down onto the bed, pulling you hips up and forming an arch in your back.

"Fuck that stupid challenge." Was the last thing you heard until his mouth pressed up to your hole, slithering his tongue around and eventually inside. You let out a broken moan, twisting the sheets in your hands and grappling to them like they'd make it easier.

Nearly a month had passed since you felt the wanted touch of your boyfriend's hands on you, a month of giving yourself relief when all you wanted was him. Shit this felt good, better than you'd expect if you were being honest.

Hums and groans melted into your skin as he lavished your hole, devouring you like a man starved, which wasn't much of an exaggeration at this point. His hands kept you spread apart and open for him as he took you as a prize he'd won, sated his own building hunger.

"Mm I need you Pock."

Everything stopped the second you spoke that dreaded nickname of his, your own lips curling into a sort of evil smile as you knew what you were doing. Rustling of pants and a belt were the only sign of warning before the sizable head of his cock pressed and slowly pushed its way inside you, stretching you out so nicely.

"Say that again and I'll come up with a stupid little challenge just for you to participate in."

At this point, it sounded fun. But all you wanted was to keep that frustration inside him alive, needed him to fuck you until you couldn't walk for at least a week.

You laughed and pushed your hips back towards him, sinking his cock farther into you, earning a sputter of a groan and a sharp slap to your ass.

"Greedy,"

Muttering out with what sounded like a smile, but you couldn't exactly see his face to know, using the indications in his tone. Porco was so expressive, even when you couldn't see said expressions, always gave himself away a bit too easily in your opinion.

"Mhm, greedy for you Pock."

Hesitation flew out the door then for Porco, pulling you all the way back until you were flush to his pelvis, pressing a hand to the center of your back to deepen the arch in your back. Followed by the fast and rough pace of his thrust, throwing out all the build up and going straight for a sort of punishment for your words.

"Really asking for it huh?"

You nodded against the bed, moaning prettily just to feel the tip of his cock bruise the deepest part of you over and over, an addiction you formed with just him. And Porco gave it to you, slamming his cock as deep as he could inside of you over and over and over and over, no signs of letting up.

Skin slapping against skin mingled with the grunts and moans coming from both of you, the unattainable craving for one another clouding each other's visions. Porco's hands dug into your hips, probably bruising the skin from his grip, but you loved it, needed more of it.

"C'mon you haven't fucked me in almost a month and this is all you got?"

Taunting him, though slightly dangerous after hearing the snarl in the breath he just took, lust flipping and turning in your stomach at the sound.

Releasing on of his hands from your hips, Porco reach forward and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you back a bit painfully.

"Sure you can handle it? Cause I'll fuck you so good you won't even be able to go out tonight."

"H-harder Poc-"

Straining against his hand, not even getting to say his full name before his grip around your throat tightened and a knee came to rest on the edge of the bed, creating a new angle for himself and sending his cock even deeper.

Shit, he might actually make you cum before he came, crying out and shaking from each snap of his hips, throwing your head back somehow and clenching around him.

There you felt him falter in his rhythm, shake with a single shutter and move himself to an ungodly pace that sent both waves of pain and pleasure throughout, just what you'd been seeking out from him. Fuck, this felt better than expected honestly.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes, just like that!" Chanting like a whore to him, hoping to encourage him on to give you the sweet release you sought out, wanting to cum just as badly as he did.

Porco growled, releasing the hand from around your throat and using it to press your face down into the bed, panting and letting out little whines.

"Shit, gonna cum - gonna cum inside you-"

Words coming out broken and slurred, the promise he spat prompting you to clench even tighter around his dick, moan his name into the sheets and wait patiently for what you were hoping for.

Quicker than either of you expected, Porco sent one final thrust and held you to his hips, the warmth of his cum being painting your walls rapidly, an entire months worth.

Shaking with your own orgasm that felt just as strong as his did, you fell limp before he could even pull out, groaning from the absolute beating he just gave with his dick. But at the same time, you were floating on ecstasy, like a cloud had surrounded you in post-coital bliss.

The shared hiss between you two came when Porco did finally pull out, hearing him shuffle around for something behind you. A rag or something like that wiped away the smeared cum painting your thighs, still face down into the bed as he worked to clean you up.

"Still going out?"

Lifting your head to scowl at him, meeting the proud smirk on his face you sighed.

"Fuck you."

"I mean, I'm up for round two if you are." Plopping down on the bed beside you, laughing under his breath and pressing a kiss to your cheek, returning to the extra sweet man you knew, no longer bottling up his arousal for a stupid challenge. But you would admit, this was probably the best sex you've had in a while, so maybe there were a few advantages to whatever he decided to participate in.

He refuses to admit it, but seeing both you and Bertholdt tied up completes a deeply dark pleasure in his psyche. He's proud of the intricate twists, knots, and colorful cord as it presses along sensitive skin. Works his way from small stretches of rope to full body wrapping as you learn together. It's an aspect that allows you both to glimpse the artistic side of Porco.

It demands a lot of communication between you three in verbal and physical ways you hadn't expected. He craves long sessions and experimentation whenever it crosses his mind. It blossoms the relationship and lets Porco truly express himself. Most wouldn't peg Porco as a kind man, but he readily grasps how much trust the act requires and is genuine in his honesty to earn it, including frequent check-ins by seeing if you're able to properly grasp his finger, have space between the ropes where you should have it. It allows you to fully submerge yourself in the role.

When he's in the mood and you're being the biggest fucking brat you can be, will tie your ass up to watch you struggle and squirm to just get the right friction from the rope nudged up against your clothed cunt. Laughs. Gets even more restrictive and will tie your legs in a full spread where all the stimulation you may have is only granted by his command. Including when he finally let's Bertholdt have his way with you like this. Enjoys the eye-contact you drown in when you're fucked brainless because of it.

Bertholdt was skeptical of the idea of ropes at first, though not unwilling. He hadn't thought through how intricate the activity could be, let alone an entire art. Low-key finds books for Porco about it, trying not to read too much of it himself to enjoy the surprise. Does bookmark one position for you he favors.

Porco chooses various body parts to focus on each week like a theme. Starts with your legs and feet in simple pieces, graduates to tying you and Bertholdt together and configuring swings that bare both of you to him to do as he wants. 

He's fascinated at capturing the energy of sex between you and Bertholdt, finding knots and twists that allow enough movement and depth, but still instill a feeling (helplessness, pride). Believes in accentuating your body to highlight everything he loves about it (your breasts, ass, calves). 

Makes you ride his thigh with your hands tied behind your back. He holds at your wrists with you facing away from him as you simultaneously suck Bertholdt's cock, testing your multitasking. Once with your ankles tied as well, him taking control of your hips and moving you as he saw fit.

Loves teaching you and seeing you tie yourself. 1:1 sessions where B just relaxes in bed with you guys and casually watches. Porco gets incredibly hands-on and informative when he has finally felt comfortable learning about something to show you both. You strive to follow him to a T because his praise is so rare and rich. 

Feeling extremely aroused, you broach the topic of letting Porco tie you up in a way that you're very shy to tell him about. He and Bertholdt coax it out of you in bed one night:

It's hard to verbalize for you, but you do your best to tell him. 

"I was thinking about how it felt when we had those edibles a couple weeks ago. Remember how horny we all got?" 

They both laugh and you feel the gentle tickling of Bertholdt's hand dragging down your bare spine while they both remember how that experience had ended. 

"Yeah, princess, what about it?" Porco wants to hear you explicitly.

"I think it would be fun if you tied me up and, uh," the shyness creeps in without your consent and you try to push it back. Porco helps by drawing your chin up delicately to meet him. His touch here is tender. He wants you to know he's genuinely listening and it's this particular look he gives you that you find made you fall in love with him the first time you saw it. It's what made you trust him enough to even consider asking (and Bertholdt's gentle tendencies with you).

"Like you're taking what you want from me. Maybe blindfold me. Just… use me. Maybe we can do something with that, please?"

The blush is hot enough to draw tears to your lashes as you watch the grin break across his face. "I think we can work with that. Do you want to be surprised?" You nod and gulp audibly.

And it's the lackadaisical prod from Bertholdt's returning erection and his teasing voice in your ear that most wouldn't suspect of his character. "You want to be our slutty little toy, don't you?"

And his hand pulls your cheek up as he spoons along your contour, engulfing you with his length. Lithe, slender fingers play with your folds and they wring another teary-eyed orgasm from you, spouting pure obnoxious, teasing, arousing, debauched nonsense that turns into plans for next Saturday to block out the entire day to dedicate to a hedonistic fuckfest.  

Bertholdt presents a very long canvas that showcases patterns in symmetrical beauty, especially when he folds those long stems in half and braids along the lines he creates down along to his feet. Porco's next adventure is figuring out how he can set you both up where you're tied to Bertholdt's lap, rutting helplessly against his erection trapped between your bodies while Porco bangs your ass or Bertholdt's. 

It would only take a pull or two to rearrange it so Bertholdt could get some proper release inside your cunt, but that's not what Porco thinks either of you deserve when he eventually implements it (he'll think about it next time). It's not so bad though, even when you're pressed beneath the mass of his body because you get to whisper soothing praises in his ear while he lets out beautiful whimpers you both bask in. He's fucked cockdumb and still trying to do his best to get you off too by grinding against your clit that's slick from his first orgasm and your second. 

Porco has an entire set of patterns he can tie you into that he has set aside as perfect to spank you in. Some force you on your knees and others keep you uncomfortably tip-toed from the ceiling. There's also several he prefers to use as he can easily slap your clit at will or bite the soft skin of your pillowy inner thigh.