// What do I write ?
Drabble / Headcanon / Visual Board for any character of the game !
YES :
• Fluff
• Angst
• Smut / Suggestive
• Character x Reader
• Character x character
• Character x Reader x Character
• Character x Oc ( as long as you give me your oc’s name/personality )
• Female reader / Male reader / Neutral gender reader
• Various Kinks ( unless listed below )
• Age Gap ( as long as they’re both adults )
NO :
• Adult character x minor character
• Non consensual sex
A/N :
I’m a female, therefore, there is a slight chance my writing/understanding of male/neutral gender reader won’t be perfect ( especially for smut ) !
― pairing: porco/reader
― words: 3.2k
― tags/warnings: angst, but also feelings, porco is emotionally constipated but has a good heart, exes to...?, based on a writing prompt by @honey-writes on tumblr: “Don’t look at me like that.” / “Like what?” / “Like I matter to you. [You’re not allowed to do that anymore.]”
― a/n: porco content in 2025?! yes. i needed to lol. painting is by van gogh. listened to a lot of "la mentira" by luis miguel to get inspired. i hope you like this because im truly proud of this one.
― beta by @thatnikaluffy
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I matter to you. You’re not allowed to do that anymore.”
"I'm not allowed?"
"No."
You pursed your lips. "Look at you making things up."
"Yeah, well," Porco shrugged, leaning back on his chair. "I don't care. Can I leave now? Or you're the only one that gets to do that?"
Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your hands, guilt turning into acid in your stomach. The coffee in front of you had gone cold, barely touched since you sat down with Porco and now, more than anything, you needed something to warm up your hands. You looked at Porco's hands, inches away from yours, and you felt your bottom lip tremble.
"I'm sorry. It was— I was stupid. Too impulsive, I— Let me fix this," you asked, your eyes deep into his golden ones. "I want to be there for you during this. Let me, please."
Porco crossed his arms in front of his chest, scrutinizing you with evident disdain. Had you hurt him that much? You had never felt worse about yourself than you did at the moment, and yet you knew that was the least important thing you needed to address. Then again, you couldn't quiet down the voice that told you that this was the first time you had seen that off-white sweater on him. Would it be like this from now on? Not knowing every piece of clothing he wore, like you used to do? Him not sending photos from the dressing room to know your takes on clothes he was trying on?
You took a sip of your cold coffee, noticing Porco hadn't even tasted his latte. Even if he seemed accepting when you said hello, from the moment you started talking, it became evident he was not interested in being in the same space with you, even if you had chosen this café because you knew it was one of his favourite spots. Shit. Had you now ruined that for him too?
Your ex-boyfriend let out a dry chuckle, taking you out of your thoughts. The smile of his face reeked of sad amusement, and he shook his head slowly, like he couldn't believe what you just said. His eyes fell back on yours, and a shiver ran down your spine.
“You think I'm dying.”
“No, that's not—” you immediately said, furrowing your eyebrows. “That's not it. I think— I know you can beat this. I don't think you're dying, why would you—”
“Don't fucking lie to me,” he spat, slightly raising his voice. You refused to check if someone around your table had turned towards you. “I know you're lying. I know you're full of shit. You know how? Because you never let me be mean before. And now you have your tail between your legs doing nothing as I lay it on you in a public space. The real you would have already stormed out.”
You swallowed thick. No, that wasn't the reason you were making space for his anger despite how badly you were hurting under its thumb. It wasn't some sort of condescending sympathy for the one on the deathbed. It was guilt. Unreasonable guilt, a part of your head said, because you didn’t know the impact of your actions. You had left before all of this started.
Or had you? Had he been feeling ill during all those times you locked yourself in the bathroom, lying on the bathtub until the water ran cold, thinking if leaving was the right option? Were you cursing his name, completely drunk, the first night you slept without him, while he was figuring out how to break the news to his mom?
Had he gotten his diagnosis before you left?
“It makes me sick. I wish you were still out of my life.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. "Porco, I'm s—”
“Almost forgot how fucking annoying you could be.”
Whatever strength had been holding you until that moment snapped; a claw inside your chest twisting your insides mercilessly. Oh, how had you almost forgotten the effect his words could have on you. However, finally moving past your pain threshold, you landed into something eerily more familiar, something that had been present the last few months you lived with the man in front of you.
Without being able to do anything about it, you let out a weak laugh, softly nodding. “You know what, babe? I—” you snorted at your own slip. “You wish I was still out of your life? Me too.”
Raising your gaze at him, you noticed his eyes were piercing on you. Was it bad it looked like a challenge? Was it worse that you liked the rush?
“I wish... I wish you hadn't forgotten about taking me out as your emergency contact, and I wish I hadn't picked up the phone when they asked me to schedule your next appointment. I wish I hadn't just eaten lunch and I wish I hadn't thrown up in my bathroom right after that. Shit, I—” you paused, words falling from your mouth so fast it felt both nauseous and liberating. “I wish I didn't know. But it's done and I'm here, a fool who's letting you treat me like shit and for what? For what, Porco?" you asked. His strong stance didn't give in. “I was a good girlfriend,” you reminded him, marking every word with the soft thud of your first against the table. “I was and... you got me here, belittling me, treating me like shit— I don't deserve that. I don't, I never did. That's why I left in the first place, remember?”
You smiled at him, a thin line on your mouth as you started remembering your last days with him.
"You were... awful. Immature to a fault. And you haven't changed a bit, have you? You're mad at me for breaking up with you, but the joke is— you're even angrier at yourself because you were the one that fucked it up. You shut me down every time I tried to have a conversation after the funeral. You had unpredictable shitty moods and left me to deal with them, instead of, I don't know, sitting down and talking to me. You thought so little of me you never considered I could help you or at least make you feel better, even if for a few minutes. You're..." you took a deep breath, quickly looking outside the cafeteria window before falling back into his gaze. "You're a fucking stray dog who keeps biting my feeding hand just because you're scared."
If him getting up and leaving seemed the worst option a couple of minutes ago, the unreadable expression on his eyes at that moment was even worse.
"But I love you," you laughed, sadly, completely beaten. You felt your eyes filling up with tears, impotence making your hands slightly shake. You took your time inhaling profoundly, and then exhaling slowly, trying to pull yourself together. Not being able to help yourself, you chuckled again, shrugging at the absurdity. "That was never the issue. That was the worst part."
He opened his mouth, but two seconds passed and he closed it again. Quickly, you used the hem of your sweater to pat the tears from your face, feeling your heartbeat slowly coming back to its normal rate.
"You're still... you're still my person," you muttered. “And, I know we're not together anymore. But I want you to let me be your person now. This is as good of a time as any, I think."
"I'm seeing someone else."
No. You got it wrong the first time. That was actually your pain threshold. It had to be, or else you wouldn't be having a tingly feeling on your fingertips. You opened and closed your fist a couple of times, hoping it was a circulation issue and this wasn’t a sign you were about to pass out.
Porco is seeing someone else. Was it… serious? Well, it seemed to be serious enough for him to mention it when you were confessing your love. When did it happen? You knew better than to judge, but it hadn't been long since you moved out. How had he moved on so fast? You knew once the relationship ended either of you were free to do whatever you wanted with other people, but damn. You were expecting that meant a casual hookup, not someone important enough to be brought in such a serious conversation.
You nodded, your eyes on your hands. “Okay,” you muttered. You did the exercise a couple more times, and then took another sip of your cold drink, trying your best to push down the knot in your throat. “Okay,” you repeated. “Do they, uhm, know about the—”
“Yeah,” he quickly answered. Nodding once more, you took one more sip and left the mug on the table.
“Well,” you said, your eyes on his sweater. “Now I feel dumb.”
“You are dumb,” he quipped.
“Shut up,” you whispered, the first genuine chuckle of the afternoon leaving your mouth. “I... my offer still stands, though. About being there. Not trying to make them uncomfortable, but if they ever can't make it or— or you need someone to do your grocery shopping or pick up meds or something, you have my number,” you shrugged. “It's your emergency contact,” you added with a small grin, but Porco didn't laugh.
“Why would you do that?” he asked. Would he ever stop being angry at you?
“I did say I love you,” you reminded him with a shrug.
“Even if I moved on?”
“Porco, I— it's not like I was expecting you would accept my help and then we would go make out at your place,” you answered earnestly, meeting his gaze. “I truly, genuinely wanted to help you. Still do. Loving you is... much more than romantic feelings, at least to me. Like, yes, sure, it means wanting to kiss you and all the lovey-dovey shit I used to do, but it also means liking to have a conversation with you. Wanting to hear your opinion on things. I…” You paused. “I love you as a person, if that even makes sense. And I hope it does because sometimes it doesn't make sense to me.”
Porco kept his eyes on you, his arms still crossed in front of his chest. He looked at you intently, scrutinizing every single detail he could catch, thinking so loud you could almost hear him. There wasn’t anything you could do to stop the guilt, apparently, so this time you let him squint at you, baring yourself as you were, hoping he found what he was looking for.
“I'm both a stray dog and someone you love as a person,” he said, slightly arching one of his eyebrows.
You chuckled earnestly. “Both of those can be true, yeah.”
For the first time since you sat down, you saw a small smile on Porco’s lips. It disappeared as fast as it showed— almost like a secret.
“You…”
Porco paused. You waited for him to continue, but he only furrowed his eyebrows further. He cursed under his breath, and took out his phone, quickly unblocking it and browsing through his apps.
“I felt…” he began again, reading from his screen. “I felt angry when you called to meet up. Not because you called. I felt angry when I got here and you said you wanted to help. I felt… stupid because I thought you had reconsidered us. But then again, this would’ve been the worst fucking moment to do so because I can't give you a relationship, not a proper one, right now.”
Puzzled, you blinked a couple of times, trying to understand him. Your eyes went from his phone to his face. “Did you write that?”
“No. Forgot how to use the fucking I-statement, so I went to my notes to check.”
“What’s an I-statement?”
“It’s this thing, uh, for communicating and shit,” he explained, his scowl deepening as he put the phone back in his pocket. “My therapist taught me that. Apparently, if I begin sentences saying “I did this” or “I felt that”, I’m taking accountability, instead of putting it on someone else— you, in this case.”
Therapist? Taking accountability? How had this person Porco had been seeing managed to do all that in just a couple of months? It’s not like you had ever suggested a therapist and he refused but, stupidly enough, you had always thought there was no point in bringing up that topic. If Porco would go to bed barely talking to you, insisting nothing was going on, why would you ever suggest a therapist, when he wouldn’t even talk to you?
Unless, of course, he talked to them, and that was a great starting point to move onto a therapist. Which, fair , great for him! You wanted the best for him, but… why hadn’t he tried as much when you were in his life? What was it about this new person that inspired him enough to be open to change, to new experiences, to turn over a new leaf? Why didn’t you have that power over him before?
But this wasn’t about you, you reminded yourself, pinching your thumb again.
“I’ve been trying to… do better, lately.” Porco shifted on his seat, visibly uncomfortable, but you knew that was the price for vulnerability in the end. His cheeks were tinted red, and he kept shifting his eyes from his coffee to you. “Which is rich coming from me after I just said you were fucking annoying but… shit. I’m sorry for that. You didn’t deserve that. I’m just trying so hard to handle things well but I’m definitely not succeeding at that.”
He took his mug again, his fingers lightly tapping on the surface, a million thoughts going through his head so loud you could almost hear him. Porco kept his eyes on the remaining liquid.
“And because I want to do better, I— I lied. I’m not seeing anyone.” Your eyes widened and you hoped he didn’t notice. Maybe you did? The tiniest bit? “You were just being so— ah, shit,” he groaned, taking his phone out again and looking at the screen. “When you offered help,” he began, punctuating every word, “I wanted to test you. I didn’t know what for. I just knew I wanted to push you away.”
He put the phone on the table and let out a big sigh. His honey eyes landed on yours again.
“I still do,” he shrugged. “Part of me wants to get up and leave right now.”
“I figured you would, at some point, actually,” you confessed, a hint of a smile on your lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, doing your best not to look anywhere but him, even if it seemed the hardest thing you had done in a long time. “I’m also sorry I called you a dog.”
“Kinda deserved it.”
“You did,” you agreed, and noticed his upper lip slightly curving upwards. “But still… I’m sorry.”
Porco nodded, finally looking down at the table. “When you left, I… I knew I fucked up, but… that was mostly it. I didn’t exactly know what I should’ve done different. That was probably obvious to you, the issue was communication, but back then it wasn’t clear to me. I thought I was doing good by not involving you in shit I could deal with by myself, or that I didn’t know how to deal with. I thought I was acting like a partner should. That I was acting like someone you could rely on, that I was protecting you from my pain, my grief. It was bad enough I was going through it, I didn’t need you to feel it too.”
“And then, the fucking medical stuff happened. It was so fast. Suddenly I’m in a doctor’s office and he’s telling me psychological help wasn’t optional at that point and referring me to this dude he knows. Poor guy probably logged into the Zoom call expecting chemo anxiety and instead got hit with ‘I lost my brother and my partner in the span of a year and now I might lose my hair too.” Porco snorted and finally smiled, even though there’s a hint of sadness in it.
“This is not me saying I’m all better now, though. I still haven’t ‘graduated’ therapy,” he says, making air quotes with his fingers. “As you can see, I still have the need to push people away when I’m put in a corner, I guess.”
“I noticed,” you quipped, making sure there was softness in your voice.
“Still love me as a person?”
This time, his question didn’t come as a dare.
“Both of those can be true, yeah,” you replied. Porco nodded, his expression still a bit preoccupied.
“I don’t know how to let you be there for me,” he admitted. “I don’t think I ever let you, actually. But I want to, if that helps.”
“Okay,” you hummed. “How about this? We get lunch this week and… start from there.”
“How can I know you didn’t come back out of pity?” he quickly replied. You stared back at him, your eyes finally translating his defensiveness into fear.
“You can’t. You need to take a chance on me, I guess.”
Porco moved his mug aside and slightly pushed himself forward, elbows on the table, his eyes on the window for a couple of moments before they were back on yours.
“Lunch.”
“Yeah.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.”
Imitating him, you pushed yourself on the table as well and, before he could do anything about it, you put one of your hands over Porco’s. His hand was cold as well—you felt it twitch the slightest bit under your touch, but he didn’t do anything to remove it. Instead, he softly grazed your palm with his thumb, his gesture making your heart skip a beat.
You didn’t say anything and neither did him. After a long while, your hands weren’t cold anymore.
somethings a little unstable about me bc i just remembered colt grice’s final words and moments and teared up. again.
“it’s ok falco. im here for you.” as your little brother tries desperately to push you away, to save your life, but you refuse to leave him. he’s going to die. and so will you if that’s the case.
let the last memory you have be of me holding you and never letting go. it’s ok. im here.
synopsis: a kid calls Jean your "husband" and that's all he can think of for the rest of the night.
pairing: jean kirschtein x fem! reader
word count: 3.6k
c.w: modern au!, trost is a modern city, fem! reader, making out outside, smut, shower s-x, p in v, lots of sweet talk, a little bit of dirty talk, disgusting fluff mixed with some smut.
Your heart was going was to burst out of your chest.
You’re not sure how to put it into words, the way he crouched down when you told him that your heels were hurting your feet, his big and warm hands working their way around your ankles to massage them. Or the way he looks up when you put your hand on top of his head, heat crawling up your neck when your eyes meet his.
Jean Kirtstein, the man who asked you to be his girlfriend a year and a half ago, was the text-book definition of the perfect man. An attentive lover, someone who pays attention to what you do or say — husband material. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think of marrying him six months into your relationship, but you knew it would be too soon to bring it up and you would hate to freak out the man.
Even then, what would you say? You treat me better than half of the men I have been with, and so now I need to marry you.
Yeah, that would sound absolutely insane.
Tonight was no different, you could feel the love pouring out of him with every move he made. The arm wrapped around your shoulders, the hand squeezing your arm to make sure that you were warm. Trost was known to be a rather cold city, especially at night, but it never stopped you from having your date nights.
“What are we watching next?” Jean leans down to stare at your phone with you. You were scrolling through the long movie list you had made together, reading carefully through the movie titles.
“We can do… Beautiful Boy? We haven’t watched it yet, surprisingly.” You look up at your boyfriend and he nods.
“Okay, Beautiful Boy.”
“Oh, I’m gonna ugly-cry though…”
Jean lets out a laugh before pressing his lips to the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. “Not the first time I’ve seen you cry.”
You roll your eyes before shoving your phone back in the pocket of your long coat. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Oh you do?” Jean smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I would’ve never guessed.”
But before you could come up with your own smart retort, a rather loud bang interrupts your moment. It pulls you back to reality for a moment, and you find yourself holding onto your boyfriend’s arm.
“What was that?” You whisper, too nervous to step closer to the sound.
Jean immediately goes into protective mode, gently pushes you to hide behind him.
“Who is there?!” He yells out, all protective and serious as his eyes scan for potential danger. You would’ve run away, had it not been the alleyway that leads directly towards your apartment building.
Another soft, wet sound comes from the alleyway, but this time Jean squints as he takes a closer look at what was happening.
Orange, white, a little bit of black….white, and then orange again. Fur. There is fur everywhere, and multiple pairs of bright eyes stare directly into yours and Jean’s souls.
Cats were gathered around the dumpster, only distracted for a moment by your presence before diving back into their food. You step from around Jean and towards the animals, your voice careful and concerned.
“I hope they’re not eating something spoiled.”
And as if they could understand what you were saying, their gaze immediately shifts towards something in the sky.
Or more like someone.
“Miss! Watch out!” A child’s voice can be heard from above, and you look up at the third floor window.
Two kids — a boy and a girl, had their heads sticking out of the window. The light was very bright from where they were looking, and you assumed that they were probably in the kitchen.
“Oh,” you place a hand on your chest as you realize what was happening, and you turn to Jean with what he can only describe as the biggest smile on your face. “Look, I think they’re feeding them.”
Jean approaches you with a warm smile, reaching his hand towards your face where he gently holds your jaw before leaning down to kiss your forehead. His carefulness makes butterflies dance in your stomach, and you move closer to him as the two of you watch the cats eat.
“Mommy says we can’t go out and feed them at night.” It’s the boy who speaks up this time, his words laced with disappointment. Jean is quick to respond to him.
“Your mommy is right, it’s dangerous at night.”
“But you’re outside at night.” The pout is so evident in his voice that it makes you chuckle.
His sister hisses at him, quickly correcting him. “They’re grown ups, dummy! Grown ups can walk outside at night!”
“Then I wanna be a grown up some day!” The boy exclaims loudly, before tossing another piece of meat down to the cats.
It seems that this was a regular occurrence, as the cats look fairly healthy and are full after a couple of bites. The kids bid them goodbye very loudly, and then you hear a loud shush coming from inside their apartment.
“It’s way past your bedtime!”
“But mommy! It’s the weekend!”
“And I let you feed the cats, now it’s time to sleep.”
“I wanna say byebye to the nice lady and her husband!”
That elicits a chuckle from you and a surprised sound from Jean who looks down at you. “Am I just an accessory now?”
You wrap your arms around his middle. “A nice accessory.”
“Byebye!” Both kids wave at you, and you and Jean wave back as you watch them retreat inside.
“Goodnight!” You exclaim loud enough for both of them to hear, and their giggles echo through the night before the window closes and the rest of the conversation is muffled.
You stand there, your arms still wrapped around Jean before you feel his eyes on you, warm and adoring.
“What?” You can feel your cheeks warming up under his gaze, his firm body feeling extra nice against yours.
“Husband, huh?” He tucks a hair strand behind your ear, taking in your flustered look. “I like that. Do you?”
The question comes out soft, careful — this was Jean’s way of testing the waters, the relationship in itself. He wanted to make sure that you two were on the same page, that the past year and a half of you two being together has been just as amazing to you, as it has been fulfilling to him. He cradles your face with his hand, his thumb brushing against your warm cheek as you gaze at him lovingly.
“I love it.”
Your words hang in the air for a few moments, surrounded by the silence of the night and your mixed breaths. Your chest feels tight, eyes brimming with tears because this was so incredibly overwhelming yet steadying. Because this was Jean, this wasn’t the man who had stood you up or the one who made you pay despite being the one to invite you on a date, or the one who expected sex after one date.
This was Jean, and not your ex-boyfriend who had told you that he wasn’t ready for commitment after being in a relationship for a year, nor was he the man who ghosted you after three dates.
You tilt your head, melting against his touch and allowing him to take the lead from here.
And soon enough, he leans down and captures your lips with his in what starts out as a gentle kiss. A couple of pecks turned into deeper kisses, and in no time you were burying your hands in his hair, fingers pulling at his mullet. The action elicits a soft sound from the taller man who pushes you up against the nearest wall, not before stumbling a bit and giggling against each other’s lips.
“Would’ve been bad if you fell.” He whispers in between kisses, his hand resting on the back of your head whilst the other grips your hip. You can feel the self-restraint slipping with each kiss, and it makes your body feel warm as you smile against his lips.
“You would’ve fallen with me so I don’t get embarrassed.” You tease him, your finger poking at his cheek and he chuckles, his hand falling from your head. He was now fully gripping your hips, caging you between the wall and his body.
“Mmm, my girl knows me so well.” He nudges your nose with his, smiling at your euphoric giggles. His lips attach against your cheek, then your jaw and down to your neck as you gasp in between giggles.
“Jean!”
“My girl, my wife,” he says the petname with so much pride, so much possessiveness that you could’ve sworn you felt your heart was about to explode.
“I have a feeling you like the sound of that,” you tease the man, brushing his hair away from his face before holding it in your hands. “Your face feels warm.”
“I love it,” he kisses the palm of your hand, before melting against your touch. “You have no idea.”
“Oh I think I do.” You whisper with a shy smile, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “My husband.”
Jean’s eyes widen for a moment, a strong feeling washes over him before he squeezes his eyes shut. He takes the hand that is holding his face before kissing it — its palm, its knuckles, repeatedly and so lovesick that you could feel your heart in your throat.
And then he opens his eyes, and his stomach flips at the way you’re looking at him. All flushed, almost drunk off his love for you. You were breathing hard, chest heaving as you stared at him as if he held the key to all of your secrets. Like he was the answer to all of your problems, as if existing without him was the worst and most unforgivable sin.
He pauses. Because telling you what he was thinking would ruin it, saying out loud that he was thinking of a million ways to have a conversation with your family about proposing to you would ruin the surprise. Because revealing that he had been saving up for a ring for the past six months would make you worry about him, about whether or not he was using his own salary for himself.
Jean knows you like the back of his hand. And he knows that if he were to propose tomorrow, with a paper ring and a shoebox for a house, you would accept.
But he would never do that — you were his princess, his sweetheart, his love. He was going to make you live out the fairytale of your dreams.
—
It should be illegal to be this attracted to your partner.
Jean’s eyes have been devouring your body ever since you got home, watching you walk around your shared bedroom then head for the bathroom. He leans against the doorframe as you remove your make-up, getting ready for the night as you grab a towel and your skincare products. Sensing his presence, you look at your boyfriend and smile.
“What?” you step closer to the shower before turning on the faucet. Jean quietly moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
“I can scrub your back?” He whispers against your cheek, groaning loudly when the smell of your perfume hits his nostrils. You giggle, a bit taken aback by his boldness.
“You never just scrub my back.” You point out, and the taller man playfully bites down on your earlobe.
“Did I say just scrub your back?” His hands sneakily find their way on your bare thighs, traveling their way up and under the fabric of your dress. “Scrub your back, wash your hair—”
Your hands rest on his toned forearms, smiling to yourself when you feel him squeeze your thighs.
“Soap my body too?”
This elicits another groan from Jean, and he swiftly reaches for the zipper of your dress. “Alright, let’s take it off.”
You can’t help but laugh at the urgency in his voice, but you’re also deeply flustered by how easy it is to make his self control crumble.
“Don’t forget yourself,” you mutter as he finishes unzipping your dress, taking a step back so you can step out of it and stand in front of him wearing only panties. With deliberate slowness, you undo the clasp of his belt and let it slide free. You thread it carefully through your fingers before gently yanking Jean towards you.
You continue to lift the leather belt through its loops, your other hand undoing the buttons of his white blouse. You let the belt drop to the floor, the sound of metal clanking against the tiles echoing through the bathroom, then you move closer to the man until your boobs are pressed against his bare chest.
The air is charged as you wrap your arms around his neck, a bashful smile dancing on your lips. “I wanna see all of you as well.”
Whatever self-restraint Jean had is long gone the moment he feels your skin against his. His lips crash against yours, messy and hurried as he swallows your sounds with his mouth. His big, warm hands grope your ass cheeks as you press your groin against his, gasping against his lips when you feel the growing bulge against your stomach.
You open your eyes, half-lidded and glossed over as you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. But Jean captures your lips again, and you gasp when he pushes you up against the cold shower glass.
“I know baby,” your stomach twists at his tone — teasing yet mocking, and you pout at the man when you notice his playful smile. “Look at your nipples, they’re hard.”
He wastes no time in touching you, his thumb roughly grazing over the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the touch, your hand resting on his chest to make a small distance between the two of you.
“The water’s running.”
With a soft push, you put a little distance between the two of you before easing the glass door aside, Jean’s gaze following you. You step under the running water, making sure that your back was facing Jean as your fingers slide under the edge of your underwear. Looking over your shoulder, you send Jean a smile as you gradually work your underwear down and over your hips.
Once fully naked, you hear rustling coming from outside of the shower and smile to yourself as you see Jean yanking his blouse off his body then practically jumping out of his pants and boxers.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, d’you know that?”
You gasp as you feel his hands on your boobs, shamelessly groping and fondling them as you reach for the body wash. You hum in response, pushing your ass back so that it grazes his now fully erect cock. Immediately, Jean folds against you as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.
“Are you okay baby?” you ask and Jean can tell you’re finding this way too amusing.
“Mmmm,” is all he can say as he pushes his cock against your ass, his hand sliding down from your boob down to your stomach. It rests on your pubic bone, and the tall man can tell that you’re slowly losing patience as well just from the way your body was reacting to him.
You shudder at the feeling, hips bucking up. You wish he could just fuck you stupid, but a part of you was enjoying the build up a little too much.
“Was just thinking,” his chin is now propped on your shoulder, eyes staring down at your boobs and the rest of your body. “About how bad I want to fuck you.”
You sigh, cheeks flaring up at his dirty confession. Your hand reaches behind you to cradle his face, and you turn your head to look at him. “How bad do you want to fuck me, Jean?”
Pressing his forehead against yours, Jean carefully nudges the tip of his cock against your wet folds. It’s a euphoric feeling despite the lack of penetration, and he basks in the way your face contorts and twists when he swipes the tip of his cock over your clit.
“Til you feel it in your stomach, baby.”
You bite down on your lip, sighing at his words. “Please.”
The first thrust feels like you have been sent to heaven and back. It feels good, comforting, your warm walls hugging his cock so tight that Jean curses under his breath and bites down on your shoulder to suppress his own noises.
“Fuuuck, you’re so tight. Don’t I fuck you enough, huh? How’s this pussy still so fucking tight?”
You can only moan in response as you start to fuck yourself back against him, a gutteral sound escaping Jean as he watches your ass recoil with each thrust. He only lets you do the work for a couple of moments before his hand hooks under your leg, lifting it up as he starts to fuck you hard.
You gasp, holding yourself up against the wall as your eyes roll back.
The obscene sound of his cock pumping in and out of you fills the bathroom, the large vein that wraps around his dick dragging against your folds with each thrust. And he reaches so deep inside you that it elicits an embarrassing moan out of you, one that has you covering your mouth.
“Don’t hide from me,” Jean quickly removes your hand from over your mouth, his pace quickening. The tip of his cock reaches spots inside you that your own fingers can’t, and you quickly figure out that holding up your leg allows him to reach even deeper if possible.
The light-brown-haired male can no longer hide his own sounds, as the lewd sound of his hips violently slamming against yours were the only thing to reach his ears. The feeling of your tight pussy is the one thing that he can feel in his entire body, and he makes it his mission to make you cum as hard as you can.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
He holds you up well, making sure that you were balancing yourself well as he continues to fuck you with your leg in the air. Your leg starts shaking when the tip of his cock grazes that spot, and so he frees your leg before wrapping his arms around your body. With embarrassing ease, Jean manhandles you so that you are pressed face first against the glass door of the shower.
“What I’d take to see what you look like right now,” he mumbles against your ear, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. He starts to fuck you again, this time going so deep that you could almost feel him in your stomach.
It makes your eyes roll back, your cheeks stinging from the heat as your body gives out and lets him take full control. You rest your forehead against the glass when the pleasure becomes mind-numbing, your hands reaching behind you to grip his forearms as he continues to fuck you so good.
“Oh my god Jean, oh my god—”
“Don’t stop?” His voice was strained, he was close too.
“Please!”
Saying the magic word always got you what you wanted. Jean’s hips are relentless as he continues to slam the tip of his cock exactly how you liked. Coupled with his hands gripping your hips so possessively, your orgasm hits you like a train.
Your body shakes, goosebumps forming all over your skin as your pussy gushes on his cock. And you can’t stop cumming, Jean’s cock keeps fucking into you as he chases his own release and mutters filthy words of praise against your hair.
“My perfect woman, my pretty wife taking my cock like a fucking champ.” His moan is long and drawn and you cry out even more when you feel his hand go around your body to rub at your poor and neglected clit. “You’re so fucking good for me, you’re gonna cum for me again. Right?” His teeth sink into your earlobe and you sigh, your body temperature rising as you nod.
“Yeah!”
“Good girl.”
Jean gives one final slam of his hips before he’s emptying himself inside your pussy, cock nestled between your tight and warm walls. You take a moment to catch your breath, your body still twitching and recovering from what just happened.
You tell your boyfriend that you two need to hurry and wash up before the warm water runs out, and he jumps in action as he scrubs both your body and his, rinsing with water before stepping out to grab towels for the two of you.
By the time he returns with a warm towel, you’re trembling from the cold.
“Sorry I took too long.” You shake your head, letting him wrap the towel around your body.
“It’s okay,” you smile as you kiss his cheek. “Cover yourself or you’ll get sick.”
Jean kisses your forehead before patting your butt. “Go get dressed, you look like a poodle.”
You feign being offended as you gasp. “Take it back!”
“Thought you liked me for my honesty!”
You shout from the bedroom. “No! I liked you because you were tall and handsome!”
You hear Jean make the same noise you made earlier. “My girlfriend is shallow?!”
“Better break up with me.” you say playfully and Jean pops his head from the bathroom, his face all serious.
the first time he brought up the idea of marriage wasn't during a fancy dinner date he would sometimes take you to.
in all those years that you've known him, you realized that everything he does backs up the fact that phoning it in never had a room in his domain. that man doesn't believe in half-hearted endeavors. "go big or go home" serves as the oil that lubricates the gears in his brain. with that being said, it's been set in stone that he doesn't play about you.
despite his profound cockiness, your first few dates weren't overbearing. in fact, they're the most normal dates you've ever been—save for the fact that he showed up overdressed in each of them. but hey, in his defense he just wanted to impress the pretty girl that miraculously said yes to his terrible flirting.
and so the few dates turned into more, while the shy goodbyes turned into lingering pecks on his awaiting lips.
it was on your second month as a couple when you told him that not every date should have steaks and fettuccine. so carnivals and wes anderson movies came into view. but even in the comfort of your living room, he would still thrive to make it the best for you.
a life of complacency slipped out of his hand somewhere in his teenage years. he watched how everything he's ever cherished disappear because of his callow pride. that experience taught him lessons through bended knees and cutthroat revelations, but it also shaped him into who he is now: a man who doesn't consider drawbacks, who keeps tabs on everything and everyone, who learned to look people in the eye, and finally let his walls crumble because he realized that losing himself is better than losing you.
so when he first brought up the idea of marriage, it wasn't during a fancy dinner date he would sometimes take you to. it was in his kitchen, with only the refrigerator light illuminating the room and a clock that says 1AM, a few weeks before your first anniversary.
it was one of those nights when your boyfriend go out to have fun with his friends while you stay at home and have some time for yourself and wait for his messages before going to bed. but all that planned peace got pulled aside when his friend begged you to pick up the intoxicated man.
by the time you finished tending to your drunk lover, it was already past midnight. you watched him snore under the sheets with rosy cheeks and a soft frown. you left his room to get something to drink.
the refrigerator light provided a soft glow amidst the darkness of his kitchen. the fridge's humming, the clock's ticking—shamefully, it distracted you from his sluggish footsteps until his broad chest made contact with your back. you could only smile at the tightness of his embrace and at the way he snuggled his face to the crook of your neck.
"i thought you wanted to sleep. what's up?"
at your question, he only planted a chaste kiss on your skin, followed by his body swaying subtly. at first you were confused, then you were amused. then you were surprised when frank sinatra started slipping out of his hoarse voice, but you guessed he was indeed flying to the moon with all those liquor in his system.
you didn't say anything. you simply enjoyed it. at 1AM on a thursday, the drunk man you took home was standing with you in his kitchen, singing underneath his raspy breath while rocking your bodies along with the non-existent beat of the song.
"marry me."
his impromptu serenading ended with those two words and his muscular arms tightened around your waist. for a while, you wondered if he's too drunk to realize what he's saying, or too sober to notice you tensing against him. but to him, it didn't matter.
in all those years that he's known you, he realized that everything you do backs up the fact that your light is the only one bright enough to shine through his cracks. and that man doesn't believe in half-hearted endeavors. "go big or go home" serves as the oil that lubricates the gears in his brain. with that being said, it's been set in stone that he will never play about you.
summary: Berthold's roommates feels like she does not belong in the gang, which is complety wrong, they adore her, especially a certain brown head boy.
Contains;Jean Art Student! x Art History Student Reader! Slow Burn! Eventual Smut! Stranger to Friends to Strangers to Lovers
Moodboard
AO3 crossposted!
Jean Aesthetic looks
Reader Aesthetic looks
Chapter one: Hey you
Chapter two: oh
Chapter three: stares
Chapter four: flashbacks
Chapter five: sketches
Chapter six: first talks
Chapter seven:femme fatal
Chapter eight:shifts
Chapter nine: hand movements
Chapter ten: told you he’d say something tonight.
Chapter eleven: thanks mika
Chapter twelve: don't stop, don't you dare
Chapter thirteen: mornings
Chapter fourthteen: the horse and the goddess
Chapter fifteen : dominance
Chapter sixteen: Graphite drawing
Chapter seventeen: jean...
Chapter eighteen: movie nights
Chapter nineteen: art time
Chapter twenty: the end
english is not my first language and im a dyslexic queen so yeah be kind and ask if you don't understand!!!
warnings : can be read as a stan alone but it is part two of this baby ☆, angst, poor body image, jealousy, obsessive behavior, one night stand but not really, poor self esteem, sassy men apocalypse, past bertholdt x reader, lot of kisses, lot of petnames, miscommunication, breeding kink, multiple orgasm, missionary, fingering, cum eating.
word count : 10,6k
author's note : didn't plan to write that much but well hehe, i feel like I wrote Porco ooc but to be fair I picture him as a really sassy man, hope you enjoy let me know what you think ! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
So this is a one night stand. You're staring at the ceiling, breath slowly gaining a normal tempo again. It wasn't that bad, you didn't expect to cum at all since your lover of the night doesn't know your body like he used to, but in the end you came, so you're pretty satisfied.
You dare look in Porco's way, he is looking at the ceiling too. When he senses your gaze his eyes meet yours and he laughs. Your brow pulls automatically, there is nothing funny at the moment.
"Is it cool if I use your shower ? " you ask, wrapping a blanket around your naked body.
"Why certainly." A smile grows on his face as he props up on his forearm. "The one in the hallway is under construction, go all the way down to my brother's room" You quirk your eyebrow up at his words there is no way you're sneaking in half naked in another man's room. "Relax, he left already, go get cleaned up, just make sure you come back after yeah ?" he states laying back down on the pillows as he comb through his hair.
You grunt, slowly making your way to the said bathroom. It feels weird to be in someone's personal space while they're not here. You observe around for a bit, you know marcel from name, not personally, his room is tidier than his brother the walls are decorated with posters and various pictures of his friends and brother. The smell of cologne still linger in the air and you decide to stop prying and finally get cleaned up.
To no surprise the adjacent door leads to the bathroom, it's small and stuffy but it'll do the trick. You are tying your hair up when footsteps echo in the next room. Has Porco decided to join you? Slipping your head through the crack you let open, you take a look.
Same frame, same nose, wrong hair color. Fuck it's Marcel. A surprised gasp leaves your lips. Your counterpart jolts in place, you duck behind the wall, it's probably too late but you wan't to preserve the few dignity you have left.
"I-I'm sorry Porco told me to use that bathroom I didn't know you were there." you are mortified.
"It's ok, It's fine uh, are you decent ?" he asks, clearing his throat. "Can I come in ?"
"No!"
Marcel chuckles and you don't have it in your heart to laugh the situation away.
"Are my sunglasses in the bathroom ? I forgot them that's why I came back"
You look around and spot a black pair of aviator's ray ban, so you tell him.
"Can you slide them on the ground for me please ?" You oblige, staying out of his field of vision as much as you can. "Thank you" he replies once the object is in his possession. "I left some clothes on my desk for you, the towels are under the sink, I'm guessing Porco didn't bother with any of that, anyways have a nice day" The footsteps recedes and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.
You were already having second thoughts about this whole hook up on an impulse, but now you definitely know it was a bad idea. A few tears escaped your tired eyes under the hot stream of water. Once you're dry you put on the clothes Marcel kindly left for you. A pair of grey sweatpants, boxer, socks and a baggy rock band washed out shirt. This will be more comfortable than the dress you arrived in for sure.
Porco is sleeping soundly in his room, breath steady and eyelids shut, for some reason, the fact that he is at ease like a prince, will you were spiralling just a few meters away, makes you want to scream until he is wide awake. But you don't. Instead you angrily put your belongings in your bag so you can leave this hell as fast as you can.
"Hey, where are you going ?" Porco asks and you think you might just murder him on the spot.
"Take a guess you asshole, your brother was here!"
"Marcel ?" he asks incredulously
" I don't know, do you have any other brothers that are going to see me half naked today ?" You zip your handbag furiously making your way to the front door. Porco calls your name, telling you to stay telling you that he is sorry but you couldn't care less.
As you walk down the pavement to your place, guilt is slowly creeping up to your throat, there was no reason for you to lash out at him like that, he couldn't have guessed his brother would reappear suddenly. You're exhausted, you haven't slept, you partied all night and ended up in a somewhat stanger's bed. Now the sun is rising and it comes very clear to you that you should have just stayed home.
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Out of all the people that could have found crying at a party, Eren was the last one you expected. You were ashamed for him to see you like that, he's hotheaded, loud spoken so for him to see you curled up on yourself struggling to breath through the tears ... Not a pleasant experience.
He didn't ask you what happened, he didn't need to know that you witnessed Annie and Bertholdt kissing, foolishly thinking he waited on this party to make you his girlfriend. Eren helped you to your feet, hugged you for a moment and took you some place quieter.
After this, Eren checked in on you regularly, asking you how you feel, inviting you to hang out, inviting you to his place... You hated the fact that he felt like he had to check on the fragile little thing you are.
"You don't have to pity me you know, I'll be just fine" you rise up angrily after he sat up right next to you, nudging your knees with his as he asks if you're okay for what seems like the hundredth time.
"I'm not pitying you, you're my friend, I love hanging out with my friend." he has stated looking up from his phone. "Since you're up, can you grab me a glass of water ? I'm thirsty as hell, thank you!" just like that his attention was on subway surfer again.
You rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen.
"Oh Zeke will be joining us tonight."
"Zeke ?"
He is Eren's older brother, you're well acquainted with him now, he is sitting across from you. When you woke up Eren sent you a text saying his brother was at his place cooking, you didn't think twice before coming over. In your drowsy, hungover state, not having to fend for yourself is a godsend situation.
"You look terrible." Eren starts, shoving your shoulder hard, you almost fall from your seat under the impact, what is wrong with him ? You ask yourself looking at him with furrowed brows.
"I wouldn't be smiling either if I was sitting next to you" Zeke interrupts and you chuckle with him. A part of why you enjoy being with them is their banter, it is always harmless but Eren gets riled up so easily it becomes a hobby.
After Zeke successfully dodges the cutlery his brother threw his way, his attention turns to you.
"On another note, are you feeling ok ? You've barely touched your food, is it not to your liking ?" Zeke's deep voice inquired. A pang of guilt hits you, he took time out of his day to come over and cook and you're not even appreciating it.
The brothers don't live under the same roof; Zeke has an apartment downtown while Eren stays in the family house on the outskirts of the city, the very same house where you organized a party for Betholdt only for him to... you don't even want to think about it, there is no use in stirring the past, you will move on, you need to move on.
"No! No it's not that I just uh, had a shitty night." you smile trying to sound convincing.
Zeke's icy orbs squint, looking at your behavior but he nods carrying on with his meal.
"A birdy told me-" before he can finish his sentence you press Eren lips between your index and thumb.
"Shut up, you, and the bird"
The night bled in as usual at the Yeagers estate, Eren tried to murder you for something you say, Zeke stepped in. After that, the three of you watched a movie on the couch, when Zeke fell asleep Eren and you found a new spot to hide his glasses, car keys, wallet and shoes.
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Today you have decided to do something good, you will give Marcel his clothes back and you will apologize to Porco for your overreaction. The Galliard brothers work at an auto repair shop during the summer time, as you pull up on the nearby curb you repeat the inner monologue you have been preparing all morning.
Hey! I'm just dropping by to apologize for my behavior the other day and also giving this back to you, bye!
One sentence, it should be easy right ?
The smell of steel and oil flood your senses and you scrunch your nose up. In the distance you make out the silhouette of Marcel, only thing is, he isn't alone, a flock of men wearing the same jean attire is surrounding him. Fuck you're forgetting your line already. Why in the hell would you think it would be just the three of you in the shop. You hold his clothes tighter against your chest.
When you reach his level the only thing you manage to do is pull on his shirt to get his attention. Turning around, Marcel displays a kind smile on his face, a hint of surprise crosses his features when he recognizes you.
"Hello Miss, got a problem with your car ?" he asks, a playful tone in his voice. All of his colleagues are looking at you, Porco is in the distance, looking sternly at you with furrowed brows, arms tightly crossed over his chest. Why he's he looking at you like that for ?
"Uh, no sorry I just came to give you these" you stutter, handing him the pile of washed and folded clothes.
"Oh! I forgot about these, you could have kept them really!"
"I don't have any use for a jogger thatfall to my feet if I don't triple tie it" Your comment earned a round of laughter from the men around. Your blood pressure skyrockets as you become aware of their presence once more. You quickly push the clothes into Marcel's hands.
"Bye!" you depart once your hands are empty. So much for apologizing to Porco, but with his bad temper you have a feeling it wouldn't have been of great help anyway. The more you put distance between the group and you the more you start to think clearly again.
"Nice taste Galliard"
Is the last thing you hear before disappearing from the garage.
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You've replayed the scene in your head over and over again. The mechanics of the shop probably think that you are stupid. You came, struggled to form a proper sentence and left in a heartbeat.
Shutting your eyes, you down the glass in one sip.
"Might want to slow down on that, it's not the cheap alcohol you're used to." Zeke reprimands as he watches you from the corner of his eye. You hate to admit that he is right, your throat burns and you feel lightheaded already.
"Eren is still coming ?' you ask ignoring his previous statement. Tonight you are reunited at Zeke's appartement. It's a small gathering with some of his friends. Yelena, Pieck,Ymir, Historia, Eren, Reiner, Porco... Bertholdt and Annie so there are three good reasons to drink.
"No not anymore he sent a suite of cryptic emojis I think he's getting laid tonight" fantastic, another reason to drink, you won't be counting on Eren to distract you. Your shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Just say the word and I'll tell them not to come" You appreciate the gesture but you are bound to see the couple one day or another so it might as well be in an environment you're familiar with.
"Don't worry about this, just don't burn the pizza ok ?" you joke, smacking his biceps and he gives you one of his deadpan stares.
"Go set the table will you ?" a smirk pulled on his face as he resumed his pizza filling duties.
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The atmosphere is more lively now as the living room slowly gets filled with more and more people. Everytime the door opens you can't help but whip your head in it's direction, so far, no Annie and Bertholdt in sight, still you have to wipe your hands down your thigh with how clammy your palms get.
After Porco's entrance, everyone complains about the latecomers, and the group starts to dig into the food prepared for the occasion. You are tucked under Zeke's elbow as he is having a conversation with Reiner about whatever Jazz concert they want to attend next. Occasionally Zeke would blow the smoke of his cigarette in your face, making you wince in disgust.
From across the table you can feel Porco gaze on you, his eyebrows are pulled when you look at him, is this his default look ? Always ready to bite.
"Berth and Annie are stuck downstairs, i'll go get them" Reiner sentence interrupts any thought you were having as your whole body goes stiff. It doesn't go unnoticed by Zeke who squeezes your shoulder in a reassuring manner.
It is the first time you are going to see Bertholdt ever since the godforsaken party. He has texted you, asking how you went during the party, checking on you, but you never had the courage to answer him. You regret all of those decisions right now, you should have forced yourself to answer him, a benign lie just so your respectives lives could go on. But your feelings are not a joke and he stomped on it. A short exhale flees your lips as you rise from your seat, grabbing your glass from the table. Zeke asks where you are going and you wiggle your glass walking toward the kitchen.
"How convenient" he remarks, you give him an apologetic smile.
The cold water is a welcomed guest in your body. The cup rests on the counter and you fill it again. In the distance you hear the front door opening, well there is no going back now. Your palms are getting clammy all over again, you should have stayed in the living room with everyone else, now it'll look like you're making an entrance, everyone's attention will be on you, fuck fuck fuck.
Looking out of the window, you wait for the best moment to join the group. The sun is long forgotten behind the skyscrapers, it's only you, the dark night sky and your thoughts. Walking towards the sliding door, you step on the balcony deciding to have an ultimate moment to yourself before walking back.
The breeze is chilly for a summer evening but it is grounding you, you breathe again. You keep your eyes on the stars, you are not fond of heights and Zeke lives on the seventh floor. Your back rests against the concrete wall, your left hand grips the steel railing, just in case, the other lays flat against your body.
You don't turn around when the bay window creaks, it's probably Zeke plucking you from your safe haven to face reality, so you only grip the railing harder.
"Hey" that is a voice you know way too well and it is not Zeke. The person you are actively avoiding came to find you, what a joke.
"Hi Bertholdt" you squeak, eyes focused more than ever on the milky way.
"It's been a while" it has, you've missed his voice, his calm voice that is so unnerving at the moment. you grunt in response and silence stretches between you. "You're not scared of heights anymore ?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Nope" it's a lie, and he probably knows it, when you two were stargazing on his balcony you were holding onto him like a lifeline. But it doesn't matter, as long as you don't approach the edge he won't notice it. Another beat of silence, you pray for him to go back inside but instead you still feel his presence right next to you.
Balling the material of your pants in your fist, you slowly crane your neck to look at him. He is close, as tall as ever, as handsome as the day you last saw him. Your chest swells with a deep breath as you offer him a weak smile.
The smile he returns to you is genuine, your heart squeezes in your chest and you divert your gaze before he can notice the tears forming in your eyes. Bertholdt don't seem aware of the pain he put you through, it's not like he could have guessed it since you ghosted him, but a part of you can't stop being mad at him, isn't it basic manner to tell the person you've been hooking up for months if you're about to make another person your partner ?
A voice you recognized as Annie's call for him inside and a humourless chuckle leaves your lips, perfect timing.
"I'll see you inside ?" Bertholdt asks and you nod, knowing your voice is not reliable for the moment.
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You didn't shed a tear and when you got back inside, thankfully the group's attention was on Ymir's phone, showing the latest fight she recorded at her job.
The night slowly comes to an end as yawns are being passed around instead of beers. Porco and Pieck are passed out on the couch while you and Zeke are in the kitchen. He's scrubbing the plates, you are wiping them. Your shoulders are touching, the only noise filling the room is the clicking of the plates.
"Bertholdt came to talk to me" you break the silence, Zeke is quiet, waiting for your next words and you're grateful for that. "It was awkward" another plate is passed in your hands and you give it your all to dry it as perfect as possible, busying your hands while you pour your heart out. "I don't think he knows how bad this whole... situation made me feel, I try not to be resentful but I would have liked an apology. Is it bad that I want one ?" you ask away.
"You know my views on that, and I find it hard to believe that a psychology major isn't aware of the hurt he causes to other people, but once again, I am getting old so there is that" Zeke turns to you when he closes the tap. "Did it make you feel... better to see him ?" You shrug your shoulders, because you honestly don't know.
It was weird to see him at first but he blended right in the dynamic group. Sure your heart was tightening in your chest everytime he would kiss Annie, bring her closer, whisper in her ear but it's not like you can do anything about it. These are your friends too, and you don't want to pass on a summer with them just because your poor little heart can't handle a bit of pain.
"I guess they are together and I'll get used to it" you nod, determined to move on.
"If you say so," Zeke lit an umpteenht cigarette, took a long drag, and puff the smoke in the air. "There was something interesting tonight." he states with a hint of a smile. You quirk your eyebrow up , not following his train of thoughts. "Someone couldn't stop looking at you, it was very amusing to see you playing coy."
Giving him a hard stare you stack up the plate to put them out where they belong.
"Come on don't give me that, Porco is kind of cute and it could do you good, to have fun, you know" he steps beside you "Get your mind off things" he blows the smoke in your face, and you hit his shoulder hard.
"It's disgusting!" you wave your hand to dissipate the thick smoke "And I don't think I ever want to hear you call another man cute, these cigarettes are getting to your head" You wonder what would be his reaction if he knew you guys indeed had fun already.
Zeke hands you the tobacco stick, you take a hit. As the edgy bastard he is, Zeke imports his cigarettes from Serbia, it's nothing like the menthol cigarettes you indulge yourself once in a while, these are strong ! The smoke gets caught in your throat and you are shaken by a coughing fit.
"You poor thing" he mocks lightly tapping your back. After coughing your lungs out you're ready to fight.
"Hey" Porco's voice interrupts your murder attempt. "I'm about to go, Pieck is still sleeping on your couch. I couldn't wake her up." he looks surprised to see you there, as he rubs the sleep off his brown eyes.
"Don't worry about Pieck, I'll handle her" You give Zeke a curious look, that's an interesting choice of word even for him. "Would you be so kind as to drive my good friend home ?" his large hand is in your back as he pushes you toward Porco. You catch your feet right before stumbling over him. Porco and Zeke are chuckling, you are glaring daggers at them.
"Sure, let me grab my keys and we can go."
"That's fine I'll just uh, I'll walk home " you declare, too proud to give them reason.
"No you're not, we are gentlemen and we can not let a lady roam these streets alone at night" your eyes twitch at Zeke's remark, he really is trying to get himself killed. Him a gentleman ? "Am I right, Porco ?"
"Absolutely, plus you don't really have the fighter build in case of trouble, no offense of course" he smiles and you can tell he's absolutely not sorry. You close your eyes and take a deep breath not to scream at them.
"Ok bye." You exit the kitchen as fast as you can, snatching your purse from the counter, you hastily put on your shoes and close the door behind you. Slamming the button of the elevator you pray for Porco not to catch up with you on time, the doors finally open, you repeatedly press the ground floor button. At the last moment Porco slides himself between the metal doors, a victorious smile on his face.
"That was pretty close" he laughed combing, through his dirty blond hair. You roll your eyes, impatient for the elevator to reach the floor.
You're the first to step out, crossing the lobby in a few steps, you are now outside, you have no idea where he parked his car but you decide that he doesn't matter, you confidently start to walk down the street on your right.
"Car's the other way, pretty" Porco's irritating voice reaches your ears, you exhale loudly, spinning on yourself to meet him.
The ride back to your place is silent after you gave him your address, he offered to connect your phone to the aux but you declined. The streets he drives by are getting familiar, you collect your purse from the ground ready, to bolt out the vehicle once he's parked. The handbrake clicks in place, you unbuckle your belt thanking him for the ride, you're about to pull the door open when the lock echoes in the car. Your eyes go wide.
"What is your problem ?" Porco asks in an even tone.
"My problem ? You're locking me in your car and you ask what's wrong with me ?"
"Do you always sunter away like a little mouse ?" he pointedly ignore your remark "Last time when we fucked at my place" the choice of word makes you gasp "The other day at the shop, a few minutes ago in Zeke kitchen, and just now."
"I don't sunter away," you retort. "Was it funny for you to know that I almost flashed your brother?That all your greasy colleagues thought I was his girl, you were basically bullying me up there with Zeke, so excuse me if I don't want to stay in this rinky-dink car with you!"
"My car is not rinky-dink!" Of course the mechanic takes more offense in his vehicule slander than your actual claims.
"That's all you have to say ?" Eying you furiously, Porco grabs your shirt, pulling you into an angry kiss.
Oh, that is unexpected. But it's not a fight you'll lose. His hands seize your waist, while his teeth gnaw at your bottom lips. Groaning into the kiss you shift in your seat to have better access to his body, your hand flies to his throat, applying light pressure. You part your lips enough for his tongue to invade your mouth. As your tongue fights for dominance, you feel his hands crawl up to pinch your nipples through your clothes, you gasp in surprise, his throat vibrates with laughter, so you squeeze it sides harder.
Porco and you are breathless when your lips part. Your body wants more but your brain tells you that it is a very bad idea to let the thunder strike twice in the same place, you need to learn from your mistakes.
"What did Bertholdt do to you ?" The question takes you aback and it is the final push you need to decide it's time to go home.
"Bye" you press the lock button of his car, stepping out into the night.
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Porco can't get you out of his head. It's not because of the sex even if it was good, it's not because you insulted his car. It is because he doesn't know anything about you. It's the essence of one night stands of course, but he finds himself curious when it comes to you. How do you know Zeke ? How close are you two ? What about Eren ? What did lanky Bertholdt do, for you to freeze like a statue upon his arrival. He has a few ideas but nothing substantial.
He wants to see you again, that's what he knows.
He has found your instagram, to his great demise you are not an avid poster, he was fed with crumbs in the post you were tagged in, the stories in which you appear but it is not enough.
Porco really wants to see you again.
So, when Ymir invited him to the country club, guaranteeing that you'd be here, he knew that i'd be here on time, even if it's only day off and he could spent it sleeping
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You are not familiar with the country club, you feel out of place. Luckily, except for your friends it is empty. HIstoria's father, Rhodes Reiss, owns the place, she convinced him to privatise the club for her and her friends just for one afternoon. You have to admit that the setting is beautiful, green lawn as far as the eye can see, tennis, golf court, multiple pools, you've spent worst wednesdays for sure.
"Guys don't forget the mixologist will only be here until 1 pm so order your cocktails away!" Historia angelic's voice rings over the ambient chatter, everyone cheers as they make their ways to the indoor bar.
Eren is the only one staying at the table with you, he's sulking as always. Apparently Mikasa is a terrible terrible friend.
"She forces you to wear sunscreen ? What a hag !" you joke.
"It's not about the sunscreen it's like she doesn't care about my freewill you know?" he complains stuffing his face with the snacks laying around the table
"Then don't listen to her, you'll be red as a lobster in two hours" you shrug, digging in the chips as well.
"Anyways, how do you feel about the losers being here ?" he turned to you, speaking with an open mouth sending crumbs flying to your face. You wipe your face clean and sigh.
"Eren, Don't call them that they're, literally meters away from us!" he's referring to Bertholdt and Annie of course .
"I don't really care, they are assholes" Eren englobes your frame, rubbing at your shoulders and you smile at him.
After a moment you rise from your seat, taking Eren's order as you walk to the bar. By the time you come back, Reiner Eren and Porco are clumped around the barbecue, fighting to know who will be in charge of the grilling.
Taking back your former seat, you sip on your porstar martini observing around. Historia is sitting on Ymir's lap, they are sharing drinks and kisses, giggling as if they are in their own little world. Connie and Sasha are in a cashew eating contest, you wonder how they're not choking, with the force they send it into each other's mouth.
Your traitorous eyes land on Bertholdt and Annie, they are sitting close to each other, her hands are running through his soft hair, his eyes are closed as he leans into her touch. Your stomach does a funny flip and you try not to regurgitate your drink.
The couple stands up, walking towards the pool. Annie takes off her clothes, revealing a perfectly toned body, not a hint of cellulite, not a single body roll. All of its graciousness accentuated by a two piece crystal blue swimsuit matching her eyes.
The pit in your stomach grows inexplicably big. There is no way you are taking your clothes off any time soon. She looks like a walking goddess and you are lurking in the shadows, nursing on a drink that will only make you bitter and more fat.
No wonder why Bertholdt chose her instead of you. They dip in the pool, body out of sight as you hold back tears. So much for not letting their relationship get to you, so much for enjoying your summer.
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Once everyone ate their fill, Historia listed all the activities you could do. As enticing as golf and tennis sounds for now everyone wants to enjoy the pool. Sasha and Connie dips in head first, the rest of the group follows. You're not in the mood to splash around in the water yet, so you lounge around in the sunbed.
On your right side, Armin is reading a book, on your left side, Mikasa keeps her hawk-eyes trained on the pool. You're pretty sure she's watching Eren, behind your sunglasses you can see Porco trying to drown Reiner, unsuccessfully.
Behind all that ruckus, Ymir, Eren, Sasha and Connie are playing volleyball Historia is their referee, it is safe to say that her girlfriend's team clearly has the advantage. The blond can't keep her eyes off her for more than a second.
"I'm grabbing some water from the bar, you guys want anything ?" you ask, after a while basking in the sun. Your whole body begs for you to take your shirt off, but you'd feel uncomfortable doing so in front of all of them.
Armin and Mikasa give you negative answers, so you stride toward the indoors. As you're about to step into the air conditioned building a noise stops you from doing so. It's like a wail, coming from the petunia adorning the white brick complex. You take a step in the direction, the noise getting louder and louder. You recognize the humid sound of skin slapping and your body freezes.
"Annie I-I love you" bile rises to your throat and you think you might just throw up for real this time. There is no doubt who is doing what behind these stupid bushes. Maybe it's your fault for tagging along. On shaky legs you resume your initial route.
The cold air wrapping around your body has the same effect as a whiplash on you. You half realise what you just witnessed as your feet lead you deeper in the house on their own. Stumbling upon a cream couch about the size of your apartment you recon as the perfect spot to cry your eyes out without anyone interrupting.
You never felt such a soft material under your body, it feels like a cloud, but you can't really appreciate it to the fullest. Your mind keeps replaying Bertholdt words like a broken record. He is in love with Annie, he lets her know, he probably let her feel it too. the heels of your hands come to cover your eyes as your back dips into the couch. A pathetic sob escapes your throat and it's not long before you start to cry uncontrollably.
How many curved balls is life going to keep throwing at you ? Are you inflicting this on yourself ? Maybe you should put some distance between you and the friend group ? You already feel bad that Eren holds resentment against Bertholdt and Annie. You would hate for the word to spread around and that the friends group splits over this even though you doubt a lot of them would decide to stick with you over them.
A hand on your shoulder put an end to your torturous thoughts. Your sobs die down a bit, whoever it is you don't want them to see you like that, your hands stay glued to your face.
"Are you alright ?" you recognize Historia's voice, she sounds genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine" your voice is weak and gravely
"Your definition of fine is crying all alone while everyone is out there having fun ? " A deeper voice chimes in. Great, Ymir is here too.
"Ymir! Don't be like that" Historia whispers, and it comes out like a hiss. "I told you not everyone wouldn't like the salad arrangement!"
Now, that gets a genuine laugh out of you. You rub at your eyes a few times before uncovering them.
"Lunch was perfect" you chuckled. "I'm not crying because of that, I just needed a moment, that's all." you turn to them, they don't look convinced but they are nodding their heads.
Ymir sits on the harmrest next to you while Historia straddles the back of the sofa to sit on your other side.
"Well let me tell you that you missed out on a great show" Ymir starts with one of her signature smirks. Gossips are thrown left and right, some you already knew, some that left your mouth hanging.
A few meters away, Porco is hiding behind a wall, he got lost on his way to the bathroom and when he came back he heard crying from the lobby. His heart sank when he realised it was you, he contemplated coming to you, asking the reasons behind those tears but with the way your last encounter went he doubted you'd want to talk to him. His initial plan was to wait for you to calm down and join, but Ymir and Historia beated him to it.
So now he is stuck here, listening to the latest gossip, he knows the couple is reliable for that kind of talk so he enjoys it. And he feels a bit better when you slowly start to participate in the discussion. When the girls tell you that Eren kissed both Mikasa and Armin after winning volleyball you laugh, saying that it's in his nature, that he's greedy. Porco agrees with you, even if you can't see it.
Deciding that it is time to come out, Porco steps onto the carpeted floor. The three girls eye him curiously before whispering among themselves.
"Pock come over here we need your views on some hot topic" Ymir gestures to him. as he approaches he can see you better, your eyes are red, not surprising, you're still wearing that oversize shirt, everyone else is in swimsuit but you insist on keeping that extra piece of clothes. He saw you on the sunbed, pulling at it, trying to create a breeze, so why resist ? Your eyes met his and you gave him a quick smile.
A pleasant surprise, smiling back at you Porco takes a seat at your feet, back resting on the fainting couch, he props his elbow up on the soft material, his skin is touching yours, you don't pull away.
"So what was my expertise needed for ?" he asks to no one in particular, Historia is quick to fill him in on the Hitch/Marlowe situation despite the fact he already heard it all, hidden behind the wall. Allegedly Marlowe cheated on his girlfriend he denies the allegations, but there are some incriminating videos spreading around, and no one in their right mind would rock a bowl cut other than him. Porco judges him guilty.
The distinct sound of glass breaking rushes Ymir and Historia outside. Porco is now all alone with you, still sitting at your feet. You're unmoving, eyes glued in front of you. Are you not leaving because of the thing he said to you the other night ? A smile pulls on his face at the thought.
"What ?" Your voice interrupts his thoughts and he raises his hands defensively.
"Nothing, aren't you hot with that shirt on ? " your eyes narrow on him and he just knows that you're about to bite.
"Why do you want to see me undressed so badly you pervert" Your foot pushes his arm off the couch and a fit of laughter courses him.
"I'm just saying, if you want to go for a dip, you've got half an hour left, we are off golfing after" he declares "And i remember seeing you naked just fine" This time it's his shoulder you push with your foot as you look around.
"Porco! " you whine, and it reminds him of all the delicious noise he elicited from you on that night. There is a tremor in his sweatpant and he pretends not to feel it. " I was here to get water anyways" you rise from the couch, visibly flustered as you walk to the backside of the house.
Getting ahead of you Porco waits by the sliding door so he can open them for you once you get close.
"See ? I can be a gentleman" you sigh at the remark but Porco notices half a smile on your lips, it's a victory.
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Your Wednesday ended on a higher note than you thought it would. Porco had gravitate around you for the rest of the afternoon. You went swimming in the pool and he couldn't wipe his proud smile off his face like he invented the very concept of it or if he built the pool with his own hands.
He is infuriating but a part of you thinks it's endearing, a part you desperately tried to mute. Not an easy task when he was stuck by your side for the rest of the day giving you access to a large range of his personality.
When the group decided to join the green, Porco swiped you to the side so you could be paired with him in the golf cart, you let him do so, not particularly wanting to be paired with anyone else. But you should have known better. His driving was erratic, you had to cling to him not to be propulsed out of the cart.
Porco of course was proud of himself, all smiles and teasing remarks. It was your turn to jubilate when you actually started playing. He thought that he was going to teach you a few tricks but your movements were already well oiled up. You beat him fair and square with the minimum moves.
The ride back to the main estate was silent, you teased him about his defeat as his scowl deepened, but when you laughed he joined you. The sun setting over the lawn casted the most beautiful pink and orange hues, enriched by the palm and olive trees. Porco was darn handsome in this light. HIs eyes shining like gold, hair tousling in the wind as he was focused on the road.
You hated yourself for thinking about Bertholdt in that moment, to think about how it would've been if you spent the day with him instead. But it was also the moment you decided to stop putting you through hell for the sake of it, at the next hangout if the couple is there you won't go. As simple as that, there is no point in torturing yourself any further, you should enjoy the time you can spend in peace before the start of a new semester, after all it'll come sooner than you expect and there is a chance you won't be able to escape them as you please once on campus.
In the parking lot everyone thanked Historia for the day she arranged for the group to enjoy. Away from all prying eyes Porco asked for your number, your heart did a flip when his question reached your ears. You gave it to him, hiding your enthusiasm. He texted you the very same night, asking what you were doing on friday night.
That's how you ended up here, strapped to his chest as his finger curls inside of your cunt. Your legs are forcefully opened, the praise he whispers in your ear is filthy but you can't stop asking for more.
"Porco please" you whine, back arching off his chest.
"Please what baby ? You want more, another finger ?" you're unable to answer him so he decides for you, letting his thumb circle your clit. "Like that?" you nod teasing your own nipple with the tip of your fingers.
Porco's head is tucked in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses and bites in his wake. Clawing at his thigh you let him know that you are close.
"Cum for me baby please" he whispers right next to your ear, fingers curling faster against your most sensitive spot. As you feel your orgasm get closer your thighs try to close on themselves but Porco is quick to keep them parted with his feet. "Don't shy away from me" he plants a sweet kiss on your shoulder blade "Give me what i want" another kiss, and you lay boneless against him as your body is ran through bursts of pleasure.
The arm slung around your midsection tightens its hold, slowly grounding you back to reality.
"You're such a good girl" Porco coos as he slowly retrieves his fingers from your pussy.
When you open your eyes again, head resting on his shoulder you find him already staring at you, his glistening fingers are held close to his face as he makes a show licking them clean. You hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment.
"I like the way you taste" he announces "You should try it too, come here" sitting you up, Porco takes a hold of your jaw, as he inserts his fingers in your mouth.
The taste of your own cum isn't foreign to you, what is foreign is those hazel eyes staring down at you. Twirling your tongue around Porco's digits, you earn a satisfied grunt out of him. You're shy under his gaze, you feel exposed, he is embracing you in a way that doesn't allow you to move, all you feel is Porco, all you see is Porco, the taste coating your tongue is given to you by Porco.
Once he's satisfied, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, immediately kissing you. His strong hands spin your body around slowly, so your bodies are facing. In an aroused surge you throw your hands behind his neck, needing him closer. In response, his hands press your hips impossibly closer against him, his erection is poking at your lower belly, you rut against it, in an attempt to make him snap.
You both moan into the kiss, it's messy and needy, it fulfills all your wants and his. You pull on his hair when you're out of breath. Your eyes meet and a dissatisfied grunt escapes him. Last time you slept with Porco you don't recall him being this needy but all in all it pretty much fits his personality outside of the bedroom you giggle at his frowning brows and he pinches your hip.
"You want to be on top princess?" you shake your head at his question, feeling extra lazy after your second orgasm, his tongue had bullied you before he used his finger on you. A smile spread on his face as he lay your body down under his. "That's right let me take care of you" his hands place themselves on each side of your face as he covers it in kisses. You are overwhelmed with his affection but you are loving it.
Porco's erection slap his lower abdomen as he takes out his boxer. The sight makes your pussy flutter.
"Do you want me to..." you ask, sitting up on your elbows, but you don't know how to finish that sentence so you vaguely gesture to his manhood.
"Nope i'm all good, but you can give it a little kiss before we start." he grins stroking his length a few times. You chortle, not knowing if he's serious, so you ask. "Of course I'm serious, it makes me extra happy so in the end it'll make you extra happy." he smiles, pressing a kiss down on your lips before sitting back down on his heels. You roll your eyes at his antics, sitting up nevertheless to plant a wet kiss on the tip of his cock.
"You're so polite" Porco muses as he caresses the top of your head. you let your tongue dart on the underside of his tip and he hisses, as his penis twitches. What a sensitive man, you smile kissing it one last time before you lay down.
Porco reaches for his bedside table, opening the drawer no doubt to get a condom, you whine. His attention falls back on you. "You don't want me to use one ?" he grins and you shake your head left to right. "You want to feel it all ? Dirty girl" he coos kissing your neck as you feel his tip prod at your entrance. "Well here we go baby" he pushes his cock between your wet walls in one go knocking the air out of your lungs and your mouth falls in an o shape, a stream of sinful moan escaping your parted lips under his ministration.
"Fuck Porco!" your nails are scratching at his back and he encourages you to do more.
"Mark me up baby please" he kisses the corner of your lips as his hips snap precisely against yours. "Can't get you out of my head" he murmurs, biting your jaw.
You don't know if you are to take his words seriously, is it a part of his sex banter or is it just the pleasure haze clouding his judgement. Your pussy doesn't seem to think much about it, clenching greedily around his length.
"Thinking about me ?"
"All the time" he grunts
It almost feels like love, not that you know what it is, but if you had to imagine it would probably be this, your heart is swollen with affection and you don't know where to place it, so you kiss his mouth with all the fervor you have.
Your belly swarms with need, you want more, as you're licking up his tongue you cross your legs around Porco's waist, his cock reaching deeper and deeper each time he's fully nested inside of you.
Moist hands crawl up your ribs, your underarm to hand up on the sides of your face. Porco breaks the kiss to look in your eyes, his pupils are dilated and a dopey grin seize the bottom of his face.
"You're so pretty" he kisses your cheeks "And you're all mine" he smiles, kissing the other side as well.
"I am" you mewl against his skin, and he nods, you've decided to play along with whatever frenzy took over him. "You're mine too ?" Porco nods as his cock twitches inside of you.
When the heat of your bodies becomes too much, Porco sits up on his knees, he uncrosses your legs to relocate them on his shoulder. Kisses are placed on your ankle before he starts pistoning inside of you again.
The new angle makes your toes curl in delight. It won't be long before you reach your third climax of the night. To make your condition worse Porco licks one of his thumbs, approaching it dangerously from your clitoris.
"Porco" you whine catching his wrist before it came in contact with you.
"Just one more I promise" he rasps, smooching your ankl. You weakly nod and the sweet torture starts, your body jolts under his touch, your eyes closes and your back arch off the matress.
"Oh my god" you're a mess, he renders you completely brainless, the sound of your voices fills the room, you blabber and incoherent meddle of words and he guides you over the edge, letting you know how good you make him feel, how great you're doing.
A shaking hand covers your own mouth as your orgasm crashes over you, your whole body coursed with tremors. The walls of your wet pussy hold him tight as a stream of curse words escapes his drool tainted lips. A few more strokes is all he needs to empty himself deep inside of you.
Porco's sweaty forehead rests against your as you rake your nails up and down his back. "That was amazing" he declares through an erratic breath, you nod, kissing his lips softly, they pull into a tiny smile.
Laying on his back Porco directs your body toward his making your head rests on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep, but before you can leap off the edge. The front door closes and you hear multiple voices coming from down the hallway. you jolt awake, sitting up as you use the blanket to cover your chest. You hit him in the stomach and he groans.
"Is that an habit of yours ?!" you hit him repeatedly over and over before he catches your wrist in his.
"I didn't know I swear I promise" he looks sincere, you see the gears turning in his head "Fuck is it friday today ?" you nod and he sighs in defeat. "The boys are here to watch the match"
You bury your head in his pillow to scream, so you'll have to elope in front of a group of men full of testosterone exacerbated by the prospect of a game night ? You can already imagine the remarks they'll make once you close the door.
"Who's here ?" you ask peeking your head out of the bedding.
"Reiner, Zeke and they probably picked up Marcel on their way." you hide your face in the pillow to scream again. Zeke ? Zeke ! If he sees you there will be no doubt about the reason for your presence, which would make him right in his mind palace so all the more insufferable, there is no way you can walk out the front door.
Porco tentatively lays a hand on your back but you swat it away. picking yourself up you walk toward the window, looking at the ground it's the third floor maybe you could jump and come out intact.
"Hold up, you're not jumping !" Porco interrupts, gripping on your blanket covered body.
"I am ! There is no way I can walk out of here with my dignity!"
"There is, you owe me a sleepover so just stay here tonight I'll drive you home first thing in the morning I swear it on Marcel life." you hit his shoulder hard.
"Leave Marcel out of this! And I don't owe you shit!"
"You're right that's right! But it's your best option isn't it ?" Porco takes your silence as a yes."I'll tell the guys I took a nap ok ? That I'm heading for a shower, you come with me, we change the sheets, you go to sleep and I swear you can wake me at the crack of dawn I'll drive you to your place." To support his claim Porco takes your hand, brings it to his mouth as he leaves kisses all over the back. You exhale loudly; it does sound like the safest option since you're not fond of heights.
"Be quick" is all you say, Porco peck kisses to your mouth, put on sweatpants and disappear out of the room.
What a mess you've put yourself though again, biting on your nails you can only hope that his plan will work. When Porco reappears he takes the blanket out of your shoulder pushing it to the ground, picks you up bridal style as he walks down the hallway
"They're going to see us!" you squeal but he shushes you with a kiss. Entering the room on his right, he makes sure to let you down before locking the door.
"This is the bathroom that was under construction last time you came" he announces and you nod looking around, it is more spacious than Marcel's and it looks brand new. "See ? Everything is going to work out" he smiles cradling your face to give you a kiss. You are trapped between him and the wall behind you. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan, everything is going to be fine, your shoulder relaxes, when the voices beyond the wall remind you of your predicament. The brother who saw you half naked, the genius that suggested you should bang the very man you're kissing, the best friend of the man who ruined your last few months are all gathered in the same room.
"Shower" you say, pulling on Proco's hair.
"Shower" he answers
The hot water is a blessing for your muscles, you would have stayed in longer if it wasn't for the obvious stressful situation. All through the process of getting washed and dried, Porco couldn't keep his hand to himself, touching you, kissing you. You decide for your own sanity not to think about it.
Back in Porco's room, the two of you are changing the sheets with a comfortable silence.
"I slept with Bertholdt for a few months, that's what happened" you don't know why you say it especially now but his question from a week ago hasn't left your mind since.
"I see, isn't he with Annie now ?" you nod feeling his gaze on you. "Was it better with him or with me ? " You give him a hard stare and he seems content with your reaction.
"It was better with Marcel" two can play that game. His face drops and it is your turn to smile.
"Not cool," he mutters, throwing the last clean pillow on the bed. Porco joins you on the side. "I'll join the others now, there is water on the bedside, you can use my charger if you need" he kisses your cheek and you nod, slipping under the cover. "Good night." are the last words you hear before falling in a deep slumber.
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When Porco came back to his room that night he almost forgot that you were here. He could get used to it , your small frame in his large bed, wearing his clothes smelling like him. Squeezing your waist from behind he can still smell the faint trace of your own perfume, imposing amongst his. Your body is warm against his. Porco nuzzles in your neck, letting the fatigue take over him.
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Marcel never thought he would see you again after the bathroom incident but then you show up to his workplace. He thought that was the end of it, but for the last couple weeks you've been showing up to his place almost everyday. He remembers the day Porco came into his room, you on his arm, announcing that you'll be a regular at their apartment.
Porco, as cocky as ever, didn't think there was an issue with his behavior. The reaction of his little brother when you called him out was priceless; mouth gaping like a fish and wide eyes.
Well if you don't see the similarities between what you just did and selling me on the curb I don't think that I want to be here
That's what you said seconds before the sound of the front door slamming echoes in the house. Porco was frozen in place, dumbfounded by your reaction. On the other side Marcel could only think that this would serve his brother right.
Porco has always been a temperamental child, and he grew into it, he's rude, short fused and lacks manners, someone with a shy personality could easily get swallowed. But you stood up to his little brother, and that helps him sleep better at night. Knowing that you won't get humiliated in this relationship.
Marcel doesn't know for sure if you two are an official couple, but he knows that he never saw his brother act this way before. From the kitchen he can see you asleep, back leaning against the couch as your legs rest under the coffee table. Porco is all over you, arms secured around your waist, legs intertwined with yours as he observes your sleeping face. He's kissing your forehead, cheeks and chin. Marcel almost feels bad watching this scene, like it wasn't for his eyes.
The next morning you insisted on helping him fold the laundry.
"I spend most of my days here, my clothes are probably somewhere in this anyway" you chuckled, sitting next to him on the ground.
There are three distinct piles, Marcel, Porco and yours .
"Uh is this yours ?" you asked, holding a black shirt with frog design all over. Marcel chuckled, shaking his head left to right. "Sorry I never saw Porco wearing it" you giggle, folding it neatly as you add it on Porco's stack.
"Things are good with him ?" the question benn dancing on his tongue ever since the official introductions
"Yes, they are" you answer, gaze heavily fixated on the remaining clothes to be folded in the basket.
"I'm not saying this because I'm his brother but, I never saw him like that with anyone" You look flustered at his words maybe he shouldn't have said that.
"Did he bring a lot of people over ? "Your meak voice asks, Marcel brows pull in concern.
"That is not really my place to answer, you guys never talked about this ?" you turn to him with an anxious expression. Before picking at the clothes again
"You probably don't want to hear this but.. we have a lot of sex" you whisper the last part as if it is a curse "Soon he'll get bored of it and move on, we don't really talk about those things."
Upon hearing your words Marcel eyebrow raises in surprise, yesterday's scene replays in his head and he can attest without a doubt that Porco wouldn't be acting this way with a simple hookup.
"Why do you think that ?" he can't help but ask.
"Isn't it how it goes ?" you shrug your shoulders hiding your face completely from him as you sort the last pieces of cloth left.
It hurts him to see you like that, do you really think you don't have other things to offer than your sex ?
After a moment of silence the door opens, revealing a sweaty and frowning Porco. A smile grows on his face when he notices you by the couch. Being done with your share of the work, you meet his brother on the doorstep. With the distance he can't hear what you say to him as you disappear down the corridor, but Porco's smile is no longer etched on his face.
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Your heart is heavy in your chest, the conversation you had with Marcel makes you feel guilty, dishonest toward Porco. You would hate to put him in the same predicament Betholdt put you through so you need to clear the air.
"Is something the matter" Porco asks, worry clearly painted on his face, the pressure in your chest double down as you anxiously pull at your cuticles.
"What are we ?" you ask point blank. "You and me I mean" you brace for impact, waiting for his response.
Porco smiles, placing his hands on each side of your face. "You're my girlfriend." he leans in for a kiss, but you back off, head tilted to the side.
"I am ?" Your question is genuine, there is nothing funny and yet Porco laughs.
"Well yes"
"When did it happen ?"
Porco shrugs his shoulders, as his thumbs rubs your cheeks. "I don't know somewhere between the restaurants, the movies and the mind blowing sex." You bite your inner cheek, he did, wine and dine you more than once, he checks up on you when you're away from him, listens to all your rambles but why did he never asked you to be his ?
"Can make it official if you want, give me five minutes I'll fetch flowers, chocolate and a priest" you hit his flank as a stupid grin appears on the bottom of his face. Closing the distance between your faces, you enjoy the taste of your boyfriend's lips.
"You were scared my baby ?" Porco teases when you part from him.
"Don't push it, you should be apologizing on your knees right now" you joke, flicking his nose.
"If I get on my knees it is not to apologize"
The banter goes on, you can only half process that Porco Galliard is officially your boyfriend. Your stomach does a funny dance everytime the words cross your mind. Maybe, just maybe you could get used to it.
RINDOU is the lamest when it comes to getting to know a girl he's interested in and you can't change my mind.
you two meet at a club he djs at and inbetween breaks you talk over a glass of whiskey. holy shit this guy is as lame as he is hot. not lame in a bad way though... he is trying so hard and it's the cutest thing ever.
"i will have you know i make banger coffee. i could show you my coffee machine sometimes."
pause. what?
you just blink dumbly at him before bursting out giggling. and this dumbass just grins stupidly, so pleased with himself that he made a pretty girl laugh. it was actually an invitation to his apartment but wtv.
his stupid charm alone gets you into his bed later that night though. and he also shows you his coffee machine. turns out he really makes a banger cup of coffee.
your relationship with rindou is still brand new. the two of you first met while you were working as a barista at a local café, just exchanging shy smiles over the counter.
at first he was just another passing customer, but he eventually started showing up more often that it became obvious he was only there for you. and it didn’t take long before he worked up the nerve to ask you out after a few flirty exchanges.
see the truth is, you’re a virgin, and sometimes hearing about rindou’s wild past often make you a little insecure. even so, he’s patient, promising you over and over that he can wait for as long as you need. but with the way he’s pressed up against you right now, you’re not exactly sure if you have enough self-restraint – not with the way he’s grinding his thick bulge against you on the couch.
“rinnie, nghhh… y-you’re making me feel things,” you whimper, your fabric-clad core pressed flush to the outline of his cock beneath his sweats, heat pooling low in your belly.
he’s rutting against you with a feverish, almost frantic rhythm, hips rolling like he’s lost all control, dragging along the thin cotton of your panties and leaving a slick patch where your arousal soaks through. every ragged breath he groans against your neck sends a shiver up your spine.
“s-shit… i know i should stop,” he pants, mouth dragging open-mouthed kisses along your throat, teeth nipping lightly as his fingers slip under your top to palm your heaving tits. “but i can’t help it— fuckk, you have no idea what you do to me…”
he can’t keep his hands off you – squishing your tits, pulling you down harder onto him, grinding you right against his clothed bulge. every time your hips meet, you swear you could feel him throb as your own hips roll in response, chasing that sweet friction.
you know you should pull away, set firm boundaries, but the way his hips buck up, grinding against you just right, makes your head tip back, a broken whine spilling from your parted lips. your thighs shake, every slow drag of friction making you clench down, slick already spreading across your cotton panties.
you’re so wet, it’s almost embarrassing and you could practically feel his cock pulse against you through the layers of fabric.
rindou groans, burying his face in your chest, voice muffled as he pants, “fuckk baby, i want you so bad… ‘need you, need to feel you inside me—” his hand trails lower, fingers dangerously close to slipping past the waistband of your panties, but he immediately stops himself at the very last second, fists clenching with restraint.
you’re both trembling right at the edge, every nerve lit up and aching for more. it’s almost suffocating, the way anticipation hangs in the air, your bodies pressed so close you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. you both freeze, breathless – knowing if either of you moves, you’ll tip over the edge.
until suddenly, rindou jerks away, nearly toppling you backwards onto the cushions.
“… u-uhm baby?” you murmur, reaching for him as he runs a shaky hand through his messy hair, eyes wild with frustration. “i… i think i need a cold shower before i lose my fucking mind,” he mutters, and practically bolts out of the room before you can even process what just happened.
you’re left alone, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and soaked through your panties. shit… now you’re the one left restless, every nerve buzzing with need, wondering how you’ll survive the rest of the day after he wound you up like that and just left.
I'd JUST realized that I did not post this the way I intended to.... After a month of it just sitting in the void...
Kind of a part 2 to this?
(Sebek x Afab!Reader // Embarrassing ways of describing Afab!Reader parts >- >;;; // C*ckwarming // Kinda vanilla sex tbh // Overstimulation,, just a tad bit // Studying // But not actually studying // Basically just a more fleshed out version of the previous ask // Rambles shall hereby never be proofread no matter how desperately they need to be I am MUCH too lazy)
This was NOT the way to study. At least, this wasn't what you had thought you'd be doing when sweet innocent Sebek told Lilia that you both would be in his room "studying."
After witnessing you acting a fool with those irritating, skittle haired friends of yours DURING CLASS, he'd concluded that you need to work on your obedience and focus on your lessons. So, he'd decided to help you the only way your tiny, primitive, human brain could understand.
You're not even allowed to look at him. Only after you finish your work will you finally be "rewarded," and you can't cheat your way out of this. Every time you try to bounce even slightly, grind against him, or moan into his ear, he'll pull out of you and leave you clenching air, dryly stating that maybe you're beyond helping and the "session" should end here. Which leads you to beg him for another chance. This continues until you straighten up, pick up your pencil, and focus on your homework placed in front of you. He won't break. No reward for no work.
You could practically feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. In normal circumstances, this would be uncomfortable. Stressful, even. However, it's safe to say his behavior in this particular situation is more than understandable. After all, you're the one sat comfortably in his warm lap, with his even warmer dick nestled deep inside of you.
He starts off with his chest against your back, voice stern and commanding. When he'd point to the equations on your worksheet, criticizing every error you would make, his voice would rumble in his throat and bob his Adam's apple against your shoulder.
If the fact that he was buried deep into your pretty cunt wasn't enough to melt you alive at that point, then the close proximity would. From your thighs squished tight against his, to your back, where your heart would hammer against his sternum and encourage his to pound in tandem, and especially the warmth of your back, he seemed to like the state he'd put you in. He'd be reminded of it every time you'd clench around his cock. Whether on purpose or accident, both would earn you a smack on the thigh. He'd hiss a sharp reprimand through clenched teeth and try his best to disguise his shaky, pleasured sigh as a huff of aggravation.
Then, his resolve seemed impeccable. He was so laser focused onto the paper and almost never entertained your incessant whining. You didn't even dare try to plead with him, or else you'd be scolded, and he'd drag out your "study session" even longer.
But now, half an hour later, he didn't seem as strict as before. Whether his leniency is because he's decided to have some mercy on you, or because he's finding it rather hard to keep himself together, he leans back in the chair and tells you to finish the last three problems on your own since you're doing so well. And even now, you're still not allowed to look back at him. Every time you'd try, he'd grab your chin and pull your gaze back to your paper. Even a bit of your attention would make the tendon on the underside of his cock flex, and you can feel that bulge shift deep in your belly. He has to keep himself from snapping somehow.
You'd swear he was using magic on you in some way because every twitch in his muscles would light up your nerves like sparks. A shiver shakes a small whimper from your lips, and a deep grunt from his as he rolls his head against the back of the chair. His hands, instead of being wrapped around your waist, pointing out flaws and errors on your paper, or delivering a sharp smack to your thigh, were gripping the seat for dear life.
He may be a bit irrational, but he was damn sure smart enough to know that if his hands find their way to your body again, he'd crush you tight to his chest and stand up so he could properly bend you over the desk and satisfy his aching cock. But he couldn't. Not until you were finished. He can't reward you before you've earned it. Then you'd never learn, and you would never take him seriously (and what a great sentiment! Strange way of acting on it, but great sentiment nonetheless ig).
At this point, he could excuse your shifting to get more comfortable and even your occasional whining, mostly because it's been so long, and you probably feel the exact same amount of agony he must be feeling. But when you buck your hips or grind your ass into his lap to relieve some of the pressure in your core, then you've gone too far.
His legs tense underneath you, and just when you think he might break and finally let go of this silly idea, another loud smack strikes your thigh, and red skin is made redder like a toddler getting spanked.
"Don't. Test. Me." He hisses.
You don't need to look back at him to know he's scowling at you. His eyes glare daggers at the back of your head as you lock in to finish your last question. He hears your hand scribbling against the desk, damn near burning holes in the paper and, to be honest, he preens a little knowing that your revived dedication for studying is a product of his "teaching". But was this really so hard to do in the first place? Maybe you two could have actually been having fun instead of being stuck in a chair for an hour.
You rejoice internally when you can finally tap him and croak out, "Finished."
Sebek pulls himself back upward and rests his head on your shoulder once more, his hand cozying against your thigh and gently rubbing against your sore skin (a silent apology). He nods and hums in approval, and you can feel a mix of pride and suspense blooming in your heart. As his eyes scan over the last question at an achingly slow pace, you feel tears welling in your eyes when he slides his hand inside your thigh upwards towards your crotch. Finally, some relief....
SMACK!
"Wrong," Sebek sighs, "Didn't I tell you before that you have to pay attention to your negative numbers? You threw off your whole equation."
He grabs your pencil and erases your incorrect attempt and demands you try again. He ignores your sobs, both from that painful slap and the fact that, at this point, it's been a whole hour and you haven't cum ONCE. It stings deep in his chest to hear you so upset, but you can't be rewarded yet. You're so close. Sebek can't break because this is genuinely all for you. He just wants to help you become the best student you can be. He knows you can achieve it, so if he has to sit here all day with you, then he will. Because he loves you that much.
There is no forbearance for your second attempt, either. Your marks are promptly erased, not even a minute after he looks it over. When he tsks and shakes his head, you feel like you're dying. He does sigh and gently wipe the tears from your eyes, but your cunt is sobbing as well, drenching his aching cock that you still swallow entirely. You soak the green, well trimmed hair at his base, and it dribbles down his balls, painful and all too ready to burst.
Sebek rests against the chair once more to keep you from leaning back into him. This prevents him from becoming too tempted to say "fuck it" to his plan and all his hard work and take you immediately. Now he gives you encouraging words, mumbling soft "I love you's", under his breath and, "Doing.. So well..."
"Keep going.."
"So close..."
The third time Sebek leans over and checks your work, he nods and slams his hands onto the table so hard your pencil goes flying. He shoots up from his chair, causing you to fall forward onto the black wood. You can't push yourself back up because a hand clamps down on the back of your neck and forces your head to rest against your worksheet. The slow drag of his cock as it slides out to the tip is the only warning he gives you before he immediately slams back into you. The force of his hips causes the table to jut out under your weight, and before it can even fully bounce back to normal he's already drilling his cock deep into you, sending the table flying forwards again, and again, and again. Sebek throws his head back and let's out a deep guttral moan as if he'd been waiting his entire life to finally stuff your pretty cunt.
His pace is relentless, and neither of you lasts longer than a few minutes. All the waiting and no relief built pressure deep inside the both of you that needed to be out. He folds over you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his chest as he babbles on and on.
"Your reward..." He groans deep into your ear as he smushes a sloppy kiss against your lobe. "Do you like it? You get the privilege of carrying our hatchlings. Enjoy it, love."
That's your breaking point. You crumple in his hold, and his arms crushing your body into his as he fucks into you is the only thing currently keeping you from slipping off the table. Lord knows your now weak knees aren't helping any. Drool drags across your chin and smears directly against your worksheet. He went on and on, praising your patience and resolve, and telling you how happy he is to have a partner like you, but you'd barely registered anything he'd said after calling you "love."
You both fail to realize that, one, you might be a tad bit too loud for his dormmates and, two, now Lilia might be more than aware than ever that you two aren't actually "studying". Especially when you scream and cum hard on his cock, gripping the table edge for dear life as your orgasm rips through your body.
You're barely able to move, so you allow Sebek to use you like a fleshlight until he finishes himself (not long after you). His hips stutter and jerk frantically at first before he shoots, hot and deep into your core. Then, his instincts spurs him further; gentle, shallow grinding against your ass that leaves him shuddering.
Tears prick his eyes as he collapses on top of you, squishing your drool stained face against your currently damp and drool covered paper. The rest of his cum comes in spurts, and his hips tremble against your ass as he pushes himself as far as he can possibly reach into your pussy (which, given his size, means he's pretty cramped in there).
Once he pulls out, it takes a while for him to finally relax into your body. He breathes in huffs while one hand lightly rubs circles on your hip, and the other carefully stuffs his cum back inside of you. As much as he can manage while not looking, anyway. It's a bit overstimulating with him basically fingering you lazily after you just came, but you're too tired to do anything about it.
And after some time has passed, when he finally lifts his head to see your zoned out and thoroughly pleased expression, he smiles to himself.
See? You can focus on your work. You just need a little encouragement and a nice reward.
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