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save your love (and take mine from me) - porco x reader
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Pairings: Porco Galliard X Fem!Reader, Reader x unnamed person
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I know I say Porco isn’t toxic and I stand on that statement, but like, what if he was? Teehee. I've had this in my drafts since March on last year, but finally got the courage to finish it because of @saintkaylaa's toxic Porco headcanons. Go check them out when you have time!
Summary: You see your old situationship at Colt’s house party, and he reminds you why he’s better than your new situationship (and anyone else who will ever have you).
WC: 4.4k
Read it on AO3 here.
Warnings: NSFW, Modern College-ish AU, Porco being toxic and a little freaked out, possible cheating, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, fingering, light butt stuff (a thumb), spit, squirting, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creaming, creampie (mention), cringe, not well proofread (y'all should be used to it at this point, an em dash but AI could never, minors DNI
You made sure to show up to Colt’s party two hours late so the party would be in full swing by the time of your arrival. People are already drunk and splayed out on the lawn. The house feels like it’s shaking from the bass of the music. You shoulder through crowds of people as you try to find any one of your friends. Your eyes find him before he sees you. You try to look away and keep moving through the crowd but it’s too late. You can feel the way he sizes you, noting your hair and dress; everything from your head to your feet. When you look up again, Porco’s eyes lock onto yours. The girl talking to him has completely lost his focus. She may as well be an unpainted wall. He takes a sip from his red solo cup as his eyes burn a hole through you. He’s yards away and well out of earshot, but you swear you can feel his warm breath on your neck. You’re almost sure you can smell his cologne and hear the seediness of his voice over the loud, booming music.
You had a feeling your ex situationship would be here. Porco never missed a chance to party hard. Specifically a party where he could watch you. You continue making your way through the party, chatting with friends all the while.
Every time you look up, his eyes are on you. Even when you’re not looking at him, you can feel his gaze. Every time your eyes scan the room for him, it seems that he’s closer than before. No matter where you are in Colt’s house, Porco is within your orbit. It feels like he’s cornering you, like an animal circling their prey. There’s heat in his gaze, but his face is stoic.
You’re with someone new now. Not official yet, but definitely toeing the line of exclusive. He’s different from Porco. He’s sweet and thoughtful. He always apologizes first. He takes his time with you. He doesn’t ignore your messages for days on end and only hitting you up when he wants something from you. He treats you right. Better than Porco ever did. You’ve moved on and left Porco behind.
But there’s some small part of you —deep down— that wants to rub it in Porco’s face that you’ve found someone more your speed.
Porco isn’t jealous. He’s not the type. He’s made it perfectly clear that he hardly feels threatened. He stands tall in his beliefs. He knows when he’s the best at something. He’s so annoyingly secure and self assured. His satisfaction isn't found in you easing an insecurity. His satisfaction comes from watching you try to deny it when it’s wildly obvious that you’re lying.
That's why he’s still smirking after he’s cornered you against the wall in one of the upstairs bathrooms. His warm breath fans over your face as he questions why you came upstairs knowing he was upstairs.
“I wasn’t hoping to run into you,” you tell him, your voice thick with pride as you stand your ground.
“Yeah? There’s hardly anyone else up here. You just happened to come up here to use this exact bathroom while I’m up here? Or are you gonna lie and say that you didn’t know I was in here?”
He slowly sizes you. His gaze is hungry by the time his eyes are back on yours. You know that look.
“I’m willing to bet the twenty in my back pocket that you groomed. Is that also not for me? Or were you hoping to go home with some idiot who’s not gonna be able to get you off?”
“Who I clean up for is none of your business,” you sneer.
He laughs.
“So you did clean up. And let me guess, you’re definitely not wearing those panties you know I like.”
Your skin prickles with heat as he says that. When you don’t say anything, Porco’s following laugh is full of mirth. He knows he’s right. Before you can think, he’s hoisting you up by the back of your thighs and planting you on the counter.
“Porco, what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he asks as he kneels and begins to kiss up your leg starting at the calf.
With each inch, he drags the bridge of nose up your leg to hike up your dress.
“Porco, this is a party. There are people outside.”
“And?” he questions as he nuzzles the inside of your thigh with his nose.
His warm breath fans across your inner thigh and it makes you shiver. He’s about to make a comment about it but he stops short to let out a deep, gravelly groan instead.
“I fucking knew it. These damn panties,” is all he says before leaning forward and running his tongue along you through the underwear.
You let out a soft moan and that seems to set him off.
“Fuck,” he mutters before pushing you back onto the counter.
He hikes your dress all the way up before yanking your underwear down and leaving it to hang around one of your ankles.
“Porco–“
His fingers slide between your legs, gently caressing your clit in soft, teasing circles. Your words die on your tongue in favor of a soft moan. He trails a finger around your entrance before practically hissing.
“Fuck. You’re dripping. Still want to try and convince me that you didn’t do all this for me?” He asks as he slides his middle finger into you.
His ring finger joins his middle finger inside you, gently feeling and stretching you for a few moments.
“Mmmm,” he groans.
His arm begins a rocking motion while also curling his fingers within you. Your entire body tenses and you mewl. He curses under his breath as his hand. The motion is gentle at first but his pace and rhythm quickly break into something rougher when he hears the way you mewl. He knows he has you right where he wants you when your head falls back against the mirror and your body twitches with each wet push and pull of his hand. He’s laser focused on this. Even when someone knocks on the bathroom door, he doesn’t shoo them away. He keeps watching you. He’s got you down to a science. He knows what you like and how to make you cum.
“Fuck. You’re going to make a mess, aren’t you?”
He laughs when you answer him with a moan.
“Porco!”
“Give it to me.”
On command, your orgasm ripples through you. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
There’s a pensive look to his eyebrows. He’s focused on working every single drop that he can get out of you. When your eyes finally roll back and your hands grab at the edges of the counter to find purchase, he knows you’re going to give him exactly what he’s asking for. The groan he makes as you squirt down his arm and into his tongue is primal. As you begin to come down, his fingers stop but he doesn’t pull them from you.
You look down at him and see the streams of your essence dribbling down his arm and dripping onto the floor from his elbow.
He looks up at you, his hazel irises a thin ring around his blown wide pupils. He looks happy with his accomplishment and kisses your knee. His lips playfully smack as if he’s just had the finest of meals. He doesn’t even bother wiping his face.
“Does he make you do that on the first try? Or does he not know how because he’s fucking incompetent?”
You just stare at him while you try to catch your breath.
“You came so hard. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s not making you cum at all. And if you are, it’s not as hard as when you’re with me. I mean, look at you. You’re a fucking wreck and I haven’t fucked you yet. I got you to squirt on the first try.”
Yet. Yet. That word seems to stay with you.
“Well? Does he make you cum like this?”
He runs his tongue from his elbow to wrist, collecting a stream of your cum that dribbled down his arm. The soft moan that leaves his lips has you clenching around his fingers that are still lazily seated inside you. You feel his warm breath against your cunt. His hand rests your leg onto his shoulder as he brings you to the edge of the counter. He plants light, barely there kisses on the inside of your thigh. If it weren’t for that look in his gaze that makes you feel like he could devour you whole, you’d think Porco is the picture of cool, calm perfection.
“Well? Does he?”
“Porco,” you whine.
“Answer me,” he demands between kisses, his voice a gravelly hum.
“No.”
“No, you don’t want to answer or no, he doesn’t make you cum the way I do?”
“Porco,” you say with frustration.
“Tell me.”
He looks up at you from where he’s kneeling down between your legs. You know this look. You’ve seen it before. His tone sounds commanding but you can see the vulnerability behind the firmness in his eyes as he stares up at you.
“He… he doesn't do it the way you do.”
His lips curve into a devilish smirk. That’s enough for him. You instantly regret your admission. He’d been waiting all night to hear you say that. He already knew by the way you creamed around his fingers that your new man wasn’t fucking you with the same intensity.It was evident in the way you barely put up a fight when he dragged you into this bathroom. It was evident in the way you pressed your legs together even when you were telling him to fuck off. It was painfully obvious with the shuddered tone you used when you asked him what he was doing as he hoisted you onto the bathroom counter. You knew it. He knew it. You both knew it. But this is the game you play. It’s always been this way. He wants to hear you say it again.
“Say it,” he firmly demands.
You whine.
“He doesn’t make me cum the way you do.”
He lets out a sound that you can’t make out but it sounds like a mix of a chuckle and a groan.
“You’re goddamn right. Only I know how to handle this pretty pussy.”
You're about to say something but he’s too fast. He wets his lips and his tongue peaks out before his head dips between your legs. Your words escape you in favor of a moan as you feel the push and pull of Porco’s tongue against your clit. He moans at the taste of you before his eyes close and he focuses. Your entire body flinches once Porco’s fingers are moving in you once again. Almost immediately, he starts doing the motions he knows that you like. This is a reward for stroking his ego. Not that he needed it. He already knew the things you said before you even opened your mouth. He knows you well. The way you’d been staring at him all night told him everything he needed to know. He commends you for saying it though. He was definitely under the impression that you’d deny it all night or until he fucked it out of you. It’s surprising that you gave in this early. You must really miss the way he makes you cum.
It’s a song. Every stroke of his tongue, your moaning, your whining, your squirming and writhing, your fingers in his hair, your toes curling, your thighs squeezing his head, the way you pulse around his fingers. It’s all a song and dance, something that Porco has gotten so used to. He can do it in his sleep. He can do it with his eyes closed. He could write a whole process document on it. He could do it with his arms tied behind his back (but why would he ever do that). It is almost mechanical even though it isn’t lacking in warmth or personal touch. He doesn’t do the same exact thing every time, but it always gives him the exact result in record time: you moaning his name while you cum all over his fingers and tongue. His tongue cleans you up nice and slow but with practiced methodical behavior.
He opens his eyes as he rises to his full height. That smirk from earlier returns to his lips when he looks down and sees how hard your body is already working to put itself back together. His fingers slowly withdraw from you. He opens his mouth and sticks his fingers in his mouth, holding your gaze the entire time.
“I could eat this pussy for hours.”
He flips you without even a grunt of effort so you’re bent over the bathroom counter. His pants and boxers are down in record time. You exhale an unbridled moan the moment he finally sinks into you and soothes that dull ache between your legs. You don’t have the bandwidth to care if anyone hears you on the other side of the door. Hopefully everyone is too drunk and the music is too loud to care. He shallowly thrusts twice, letting out a soft whimper as he feels—truly feels—you around him. His eyes flutter closed and he throws his head back.
“Fuckkkk,” he moans. “This pussy is still a perfect fit.”
He hisses as he sets a hard and fast pace almost immediately.
“Open.”
Without a word, you open your mouth. He has to laugh at the picture of how compliant you are. He jams his fingers into your mouth. You can taste the ghost of yourself on his fingers and you both moan as you clasp your lips around his fingers. His other hand has a hard grip on your hip as he continues to drive into you.
“You come to this party and walk around all innocent like you don’t know you have the prettiest, wettest pussy here. Like I won’t fuck you until you scream. Sometimes I think you do it to test my patience.”
You moan around his fingers.
“Stop running and arch your back,” he demands as his hips come to a stop.
You whine but you do as he says. Like always.
“Yeahhhh,” he says with a low chuckle as his hips slam into you with intensity. “Fuck yeah. As if that dickhead could make this pretty pussy cream like this.”
He moans softly as he looks down. He pushes you down so your chest lays flat on the bathroom counter.
“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re gripping me.”
He looks down as he licks his thumb and brings it down to the cleft of your ass. You feel his thumb gently press against your hole. You let out a low moan which makes him chuckle.
“Your new guy doesn’t do that for you, does he? Doesn’t know that you like that? Too busy trying to figure out how to make a woman cum before he does? I bet he always cums before you and then makes some lazy, half assed attempt to get you off.”
He exhales a mockingly compassionate sigh. The words that follow could almost be mistaken for pity, but you know Porco better than that.
“It’s my fault, really. I spoiled you. Making you cum like it’s my job. Working that tight pussy and making you scream until I found out exactly what you like.”
He laughs.
“When I met you, you told me you couldn’t cum from dick alone. Remember that? And I didn’t stop fucking you until you were squirting and cumming on my cock. Now it feels like I can make you cum just from looking at you. Your body knows me.”
His words aren’t even strained with effort as he continues to mercilessly fuck you. He’s taunting you.
“Look at you. You miss me. I know you fucking do.”
He chuckles again because you have nothing to say.
“I miss you too, girl. Missed burying my cock in this pretty pussy and splitting you open. Missed making you cream all over my cock. Missed the way this pussy talks to me.”
“I hate you,” you finally choke out.
He laughs again before slamming his hips into yours.
“Sure you do. That’s why you came in here with me. That’s why you spread your legs without me even having to ask. That’s why you were practically dripping before I even put my fingers in you. That’s why you came. And came. And came,” he says, punctuating those last few words with hard, deep thrusts. “All over my fingers. All down my arm. All in my mouth. And soon… all over my cock. Because you hate me, right? Right.”
His hand drifts down to the back of your thigh. He pulls it up to drape it on the edge of the counter. The change in angle seems to bring him deeper into you with every thrust. You’re left tiptoeing on the ball of one foot to keep your balance. He grabs your hand and lays your fingers behind the bend of your leg as a silent request for you to hold your leg up.
“Porco.”
“Yeah? You gonna cum? You are, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
Porco feels the way you begin to lock up.
“I know you,” he says with a laugh. “I fucking know you. I know what makes you cum. I know if I do it just right I can get you to cum like clockwork.”
He slides his hand across your propped up thigh and between your legs. His fingers find your clit and apply pressure that makes your eyes flutter closed.
“Mmm,” he groans as his own eyes flutter closed. “Fuck. You feel so good. You’re squeezing me. Just like I thought. I know you.”
His hand grips onto your shoulder, using it as leverage to pull you into him as he begins to fuck you harder and faster. He’s making you take him. There’s no running as he pulls you back into every thrust. You whine, no longer capable of speaking words as your hold on reality begins to crack at the edges.
Porco groans as he pulls out of you before swiping the head of his cock against your clit hard and fast. He chuckles as you squirt all over the head of his cock and your body twitches.
“Yeahhhh. There it is. Fuckkk,” he praises before gliding back in and resuming his pace.
Your groans of overstimulation are music to his ears. His fingers find their way back to your oversensitive clit. His touch is soft but they swirl around your clit with practiced precision.
“Bet he doesn’t know how you like to be touched. Bet he doesn’t know how you fucking lose it if I play with your pussy or use a toy on you at the same time. He probably just jackhammers into you and asks ‘did you cum?’. He’ll never know what you’re like when you’re screaming and cumming and shaking like you’re being fucking exorcised. Bet it’ll take him ages to get you to squirt when I just made you do it twice.”
He thrusts particularly hard once as if to drive the point home.
“You’re mine,” he grunts.
“Yes,” you mewl.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Porco. Please. Please, make me cum,” you beg.
Your agreement gives him newfound energy as the pace of his fingers begin to speed up to match the pacing of his hips. He lets out a sound that is half a growl, half a grunt. Your body collapses on top of the counter, overrun with pleasure and overstimulation. It’s obvious that you no longer care about caution with the way you’re practically screaming and mumbling nonsense for him. He grins when he hears that strained ‘oh my god’ followed by your eyes rolling back.
“Cum for me. Fucking cum for me.”
He feels it seconds before your body locks up. Even as your muscles are taut and your pussy is squeezing him as if to milk him for all he’s worth, he fucks you through it. You can’t even make out the words he’s saying through the cotton in your ears as he talks you through it. The spaced out look in your eyes and the shaking of your body seems to bring him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. He holds out just long enough for the aftershocks of your orgasm to begin to ebb away before he rams into you hard. He pauses for just a moment before pulling out. He strokes his cock one, two, three times before ropes of his warm cum are spilling onto the swell of your ass as he shudders behind you. His weight leans against you as you both try to catch your breath. His grip releases from your shoulder and he kisses the back of your neck before he stands again.
“Fuck,” he curses.
You’re limp on the bathroom counter as you try to come back to earth but you can hear Porco moving around behind you. Toilet paper grazes your ass as he gently begins to clean you up.
“I thought about cumming in you for old times sake and sending you back to that dickhead but that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it?” He asks.
“You’re not a nice person,” you pant.
He chuckles.
“No, I’m not.”
He tosses the soiled tissues into the trash. Everything sounds so fuzzy and far away. It’s taking a while for you to regain functionality in all your limbs. They’re still pumping with static and euphoria. He gently pulls you up and spins you to face him. He holds you steady around your waist to keep you from falling on your buckling knees. When he leans down to kiss you and presses his tongue into your mouth, you can still taste the phantom of yourself on his tongue.
“You alright?” He asks, his lips still against yours.
His voice almost sounds… tender.
You nod and pull away from him, leaning on the counter behind you for support. At this point, it’s no use hiding how satisfied you are. Porco knows. It’s nothing he hasn't seen before during the few times he’s stuck around after fucking you senseles. Porco pulls up his pants and tucks himself back into his boxers.
“I should keep these as a souvenir,” he says as he picks up your panties and puts them to his nose.
You snatch your underwear out of his hands.
“Don’t be a weirdo, Porco.”
He rolls his eyes and laughs.
“You like that about me.”
His eyebrows furrow and he stills for a moment.
“Shit,” he mutters with a click of his tongue.
“What?”
“You hear that?
You strain your ears to listen.
“No, I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly. Sounds like the party is over.”
Fuck. How long has the party been over? You hadn’t even noticed the sounds of drunk people passing had dwindled and the music had stopped. You were too busy cumming all over Porco to notice. Embarrassment begins to flood you. With how loud you were being, someone definitely heard you. You have been to Colt’s place many times. You’re sure there’s a window nearby that you can fling yourself out of. Maybe if you’re lucky, the fall will end you. That way, you never have to look anybody else in the eye ever again.
You hurry and finish dressing before peaking your head out of the door and into the hall. Nothing. No one. The lights are on. You can hear sweeping downstairs. Flinging yourself out of the window is starting to sound better and better.
When you both descend the stairs, you’re met with the chaos left behind from the house party as well as Pieck nursing a nearly blackout Colt. A few of your other mutual friends are quietly picking up trash around the house. As soon as your foot hits the landing, Reiner makes eye contact with you before quickly looking away, his cheeks splotchy. He knows. Everyone seems to be pretending you’re not there. Then it dawns on you. They all know. And it’s painfully awkward as you stand there, not knowing whether to leave without saying anything or to help clean up. You quickly decide that the former is the best option and beeline for the front door. You continue letting your steps guide you until you’re a few houses away. A warm hand gently yanks you back and you stop walking. You can’t even look at him, you’re so embarrassed, but you know it’s Porco.
“Leaving without saying goodbye? Come on now. I just made you have an outer body experience and you can’t even look at me?”
You turn to look at him, but the heat of embarrassment is clouding your vision. All of your friends probably heard you and Porco moaning in the bathroom as he dicked you down. If only the ground could swallow you whole right now. He’s smirking but you’re absolutely mortified. You want to retreat into your bed and never leave again. He looks almost… proud. That’s the difference between you and him. Porco never feels shame. He’s confident and brazen about the things he knows he’s good at. He’s probably thinking right now that at least everyone knows.
“Good night, Porco.”
“Hold on! You think I’m gonna let you leave after all that?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You can go spend time with your new situationship now and leave me alone.”
“Aww. You almost sound jealous. Well, I’m not doing that when I still smell like you. I can still feel you on my cock. Probably can still taste you too,” he says with a smirk. “Unless that’s what you want; for somebody else to taste you on me.”
“Porco, stop talking!”
You abruptly turn from him to keep walking.
“Alright, alright. I was just teasing. My bad,” he says as he grabs your wrist.
He sighs.
“Let me at least walk you back to your place and take care of you. It’s the least I could do.”
with how many authors are blatantly posting ai fics now, at least y'all know the reason i haven't been posting lately is because i actually write my own fics
it HAS been a while im so sorry sdkjfh i've been working nonstop lately, mainly in tech (which isn't my area! im a psychologist hehe) and my time has gone down the drain. HOPEFULLY i do manage to do some writing bc i miss it dearly.
i also had a bad back strain, i couldn't be sitting down or standing up more than 10 minutes without pain :((( already went to the doctor, had some treatment and im getting better so that's good too
how have YOU been hope you had a great start of the year!!
hey um. so sorry to tell you this, but op of that post plays toys kinda weird. yeah you should just block them, that's not how normal people play with toys
every time i see a post about x reader always being badly written and only being for teens i'm like...they don't know about my mutuals...they don't know...
Thinking about touchstarved GE Suit not that long after Magenta being all flustered cuz he's never been called anything like that before☹️ This was inspired by an ivantill fanart by z0ri0n_daiZZZ on Twitter lmao
Btw my commissions will open on the 21st! :D You can follow my VGen or join the pinglists on there to get notified
sdkjhdsjfk bad news: not going to be released soon, but hopefully in november!
good news: one of the reasons it's delayed is because i'm working on another fanfiction-related project! i think it's fresh and a lot of fun! so hopefully you'll all forgive me when i post it haha
