I can't believe we live in a world where there's an AI company unironically called "Palantir," and it isn't a parody. It's a real thing. I remember seeing a picture of an advertisement on here and thinking, "This HAS to be a joke. This is too on-the-nose to be real. They wouldn't honestly name an AI company Palantir, after the Seeing Stones from Lord of the Rings that are supposed to offer knowledge, but famously also might be feeding you misinformation from evil sources because 'we do not know who else may be watching.'" But then here I am listening to the BBC News discussing why the CEO of Palantir just published a Manifesto that sounds like it was written by a supervillain.
summary: after sleeping in, and an accidental confession from porco, going with the flow seems like the best idea. no longer will you be represented by purity.
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“You’re still sleeping?”
A sudden voice draws you out of the fuzzy mist of sleep, way too quickly - you’d be startled if you weren’t so dazed. You can feel the sun shining in your face even with your eyelids closed, and roll over with a sigh to press your nose into your blanket. Who the hell—?
When the floorboards of your room squeak beneath someone’s weight, you blink open an eye.
It’s Porco.
“Pock?” you whisper, managing to sit upright despite the heaviness of your bones. You rub away the sleep dust from your tear ducts with a yawn.
“Don’t call me that,” Porco says instantly, hands shoved into the pockets of his Warrior uniform. He looks neat as always; hair perfectly in place, a black tie looped around his neck, combat boots and all. You’d be fawning over him if this exhaustion would hurry up and leave.
“Wha’ time is it?” you murmur.
“Nine-thirty.”
You hum in assent, leaning back on your elbows. The way you almost doze off is impressive - you jump back to reality when Porco sits down on the mattress next to you.
“You don’t usually sleep this long,” he says, staring down at you with interest. A devilish grin threatens to contort his face. “You have work today, remember?”
Your heart drops. It’s Wednesday, and you’re a whole two hours late. No way.
“Shit,” you grumble, voice still raspy. You scramble upwards and try to throw the sheets off. It fails. “I need to get ready.”
Porco bites back one of those shit-eating smirks, and scratches the back of his undercut. “Really? It’s probably not even worth showing up at this point.”
You’re not sure why you find yourself agreeing with him, but you do. Maybe it’s because you really can’t bring yourself to change into decent clothes, or maybe it’s because you conclude that laying in bed is much more intriguing.
“I guess.”
Porco’s eyebrows raise, and he stares at you in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“What?”
“I was kidding.”
You shrug, kicking the blankets off your legs and avoiding the way Porco is studying your every move. “I’ll just say that I got sick.”
When you tilt your head back up to gaze at him, he’s no longer repressing a single thing. The bastard is full on grinning.
“Why are you smiling like that?” you groan, grabbing a pillow and smacking Porco with it – it hits him directly in the face. Hell yeah. “How did you even get in?”
“Oi! My bad for coming to wake you up!” Porco snaps sarcastically, smoothing down his tousled hair, “The door was unlocked. You’re lucky no one came in.”
“You did.”
“That doesn’t count.”
You can’t help but smile a bit at that, and the way Porco catches it almost pains you - you swear you can physically see his ego rising. Time to bring it back down a notch. “Aren’t you supposed to be working, Pock?”
Porco screws up his face at the nickname again, but decides not to comment on it this time. “I finished training early, so General Magath let me go for the rest of the day.” With a content snort, he adds, “I beat Reiner’s ass.”
“Good for you,” is all you say, and you revel in the way Porco scrunches up his nose and knits his brows together. You’re not going to give him the praise he wants. “You can leave now.”
When Porco doesn’t answer for a moment, you decide to continue poking fun at him. What a fantastic way to start the morning. “Reiner probably took it easy on you. You know that, right?”
“Wha - What?” Porco instantly says, hands ripping from his pockets to rest on both knees. The amount of irritation in his tone would alarm you if you didn't hear it everyday. “The hell are you talking about?”
“I was just joking—”
“I’m not dealing with your stupid shit today!” Porco hisses, lips drawn into a taut line. He throws both arms up in the air with exasperation. “You’re lucky I like you!”
In one simple second, your heart hitches in your chest, and slips right into the pit of your stomach. Every muscle in your body freezes, an icy cold spreading throughout your veins, and the blush on your face melts it all.
Porco doesn’t seem to notice what he just said until your mouth drops open in surprise and your eyes widen. The exact moment of his realization is crystal clear - a slight flush blooms across his cheeks, jaw slackening, and he looks like he wishes he could disappear in thin air.
Honestly, you’ve had the biggest crush on Porco for years. You found his attitude and self-esteem annoying at first. Soon it became bearable, and eventually you looked forward to it. He’s an interesting young man that draws you into his orbit. The idea of him returning these feelings - holy shit.
“I — that came out wrong,” Porco stutters, clamping his mouth shut. Once he’s gathered the words, he dares to speak again. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Your pulse is sprinting, adrenaline and exhilaration clouding every thought, every single emotion possible exploding from the gaps of your ribcage. The silence is awkward, as you both obviously try to think of something to say.
You move so fast toward him that it surprises even you.
“What—” Porco starts, but is cut off. You grab his face in your hands, pressing into the sharp incline of his jaw, and guide his lips to yours. He’s still at first, not moving an inch. It makes you pull away.
The man’s eyes are blown as he searches your expression: probably for sincerity in the way you’re touching him. He has to see it, because he reels you back in, giving that lip-on-lip contact you’ve been yearning for. Porco must have been waiting a long time too; he’s leaning into you with a ferocity.
Porco plants his palms on your cheeks, cradling your face as you sloppily slip your tongue into his mouth. You’ve never kissed anyone like this before, if ever; he seems not to notice though. It’s almost humiliating how fast a heat builds low in your hips.
You then climb onto Porco’s lap, and his hands instantly find your waist, nimble fingers hot against the skin. This is obviously leading somewhere.
Somewhere you’ve never traveled.
“Wait.” You turn your head away from Porco, making him pause.
“What?” he asks. Confusion etches itself onto every feature. “What’s wrong?”
You avoid him. God, why is this so hard to say? The sentence sticks in the base of your throat, heavy and brimming with embarrassment. You spit it out anyway. “I’ve never done this before.”
Porco blinks. Once. Twice. “You’re a virgin?”
“Well — yeah.”
There. You said it. Concentrating on the wall, you feel your body heat up. This whole thing - this purity - has always been a worry. What if Porco thinks of you differently? What if he wants someone with experience? He's brash and likes things hard and fast; you don’t think you can take anything like that yet.
Porco's calloused fingertips settle on your chin, and he tips your head to meet his gaze. “Why do you look so scared? You think I’d hate you or something?”
“No,” you mutter. “It’s just … I’m an adult and haven’t done anything yet. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a baby.”
Porco brushes strands of hair away from your forehead with the back of his knuckles. His eyes narrow, but not out of annoyance or anger. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
“What?”
“You’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”
Porco’s always been unpredictable, so you’re not sure what you were expecting: a teasing remark perhaps. Surely not that. When you don’t respond, his hand drops to your shoulder and squeezes it tenderly. “It’s not a big deal. We don’t have to do anything, okay?”
“..I know,” you say gently. Your focus drifts to the colors of his irises, and the way they shine green with speckles of yellow, gradient and beautiful. “I know. But what if I want to?”
Porco wraps an arm around your lower back and observes you carefully. It’s a type of physical contact so kind, one you never knew he was capable of. “Then we’ll take it one step at a time.”
You nod. “Okay.”
Porco gently kisses your mouth after that, then the lobe of your ear, and lower. He’s steady now compared to before. You hold the sharp edge of his jaw in a palm, and whisper, “more,” so that you can remember this and make the passion linger.
You get off Porco’s thighs and tug him down by his tie, right on top of you. His shadow hovers over your face as he props himself up and starts to suck on your throat. The sensation of it is so weird, yet so good.
“You’re not close enough,” Porco complains, despite there not being a single amount of space left between your chests. You understand though; you want to pull him further into you somehow. Closer, closer.
Porco’s hand drags downward and he splays a palm under your shirt, feeling each and every breath. “You wanna undress? Or no?”
“Yes.” Your fingers play with the collar of his trenchcoat, and then down to the belt holding the lapels shut. He’s so hot in this uniform. You can’t wait to see him out of it.
“Someone’s getting a little bold,” Porco teases, completely smug. Rolling your eyes, you shed off his clothing, and he helps you do the same.
Porco unclothed is beyond your expectations; his broad shoulders roll with every movement, and his toned stomach makes you wet when he climbs on top of you again. You don’t catch sight of his dick though, but you feel the hardness of it brush against you.
You’re naked at this point, not to mention totally anxious. Porco must know, because he’s already trying to lift the mood. “So pretty,” he reassures. Kisses are peppered onto your shoulder. “Are you nervous?”
“Kinda.”
“That’s normal,” Porco answers. He says it so easily. “For the record, I think you’ll do great.”
“Shut up.”
Porco grins like a dumbass and it makes you, too. You trust him.
After giving Porco the okay, his hand drifts to spread your thighs for him, and then he slips two digits between your folds. You’re drenched - even more than you thought - and he swallows back a groan. Porco brings the slick all the way up to make his fingers slide against your clit easier, and studies you when he presses down on it firmly. “Does it feel good?”
“I...“ you begin. Your voice hitches and you can’t form a single word. Porco has a self-satisfied expression on his face, and you almost want to slap it away. Almost.
Porco increases the pace of the circular motions, and you grab him by the wrist as sparks build in your lower abdomen. Your breathing is so heavy now, making it harder to speak. “Porco, right there, yes, that’s good—”
“You should’ve told me you liked me,” he interrupts, “All those times we were alone. I could’ve leaned you over a table and missed a meeting, you know.”
Pink stains your face at the words, and you guide Porco’s fingers downward to the opening of your cunt. You can’t help it; your pulsating walls need relief.
Porco doesn’t seem to mind. He’s letting you take the reins for your first time, slipping a finger, and then two, inside you. They curl wonderfully to make your pussy spasm just right.
“Oh - That’s..” you gasp. Porco holds your hips down with his free hand to prevent you from wriggling as he scissors your cunt, stretching you out. It stings. Porco grazes his lips against your ear when you wince.
“S’ okay. You’re doing good,” he murmurs.
Five more minutes and you’re writhing underneath Porco, asking for him. Begging for him. You know that he needs you too; his cock is so stiff now, right against your thigh, twitching and leaking.
Porco’s brows furrow, and his gaze darkens when you grind up right against him. “I thought we were taking it slow,” he shudders. Pride envelops you — being able to pull a groan out of him is so rewarding.
“I can take it,” you encourage. Rolling your hips up into his again is enough to convince him. “Are you going to show me what a Warrior can do?”
Porco’s eyes widen at that, and you can feel the determination radiating from him. “Okay, okay,” he says in a rush, rising to his knees and grabbing the base of his dick. You jolt when he runs the tip up and down your slit, rubbing against your clit and gathering the wetness there. His eyes flutter shut in an attempt to hold himself together; you know that he wants to slam into you.
“Oh, God,” you moan when Porco finally presses into your cunt. It’s too much, way too much. The burning of it is intense, and it’s only now that you acknowledge just how big he is.
“You want to stop?” Porco rasps. He opens his eyes to scan the expression you’re making. The way he stares at you - understanding and patient - makes your stomach flip.
You shake your head and bite your lip. “No. I’m sorry. Can I just have a second?”
Brushing a thumb under your lashes, Porco pecks you on the jaw. “Don’t apologize.” He’s motionless the entire time, and traces circles onto your clit as you wait, drawing your attention away from the sting. It takes a minute or two until it ebbs into a slight ache - and at long last - you tell him to move.
Porco bites the inside of his cheek when he begins to languidly pump into you. You’re so worked up that you might cum just from the way he drops his head, chest rising and falling. On instinct, your thighs wrap around his sides to tug him deeper into you. He stops you though, steadying himself. “Don’t,” Porco corrects.
He doesn’t sound like the person you know: a hiss slips from his tongue, unraveled, and fracturing in the air. Drenched in the rays of sunlight from the window, his eyes are gleaming, mouth red and slack.
It isn’t fast - Porco’s found the perfect pace for you judging by your gasps and whimpers. He hits that one spot, and once he does, it’s game over. He does it again and again and again until you’re grasping at his hair desperately.
Porco grunts when your cunt clamps down so hard that it should be torture, and you think he might lose it: he doesn’t. A large palm gently smooths across the length of your face, sweet and warm. This isn’t a side of himself shown to just anyone. It’s too vulnerable.
It’s for you.
Who knows how long this goes on for; neither of you are counting. There’s no time to dawdle, because a white-noise swarms in your pelvis, hot and intoxicating. It increases tenfold when Porco continues to aggressively toy with your swollen clit. The uneven rhythm of him struggling to catch his breath - and the way a beautiful fire is gathering on the entirety of your body - causes your toes to curl.
“Porco…” you wheeze. “I’m gonna—”
“Yeah,” Porco breathes. He reaches for you with his free hand and laces your fingers together. “I want - I wanna see you cum. Can you do that for me?”
No response is able to come from you. Not even a single word. You’re climaxing too intensely: muscles tightening, legs shaking, and back arching so much that it almost hurts. You can’t even scream.
“Shit,” Porco curses at the sight of you, sweating, and the feeling of his hips stuttering tells you that he’s close. Your velvety walls clamp down like a vice. “So fucking hot, I—”
You’re still riding the high when Porco practically rips himself from you with a loud groan - his cum falls somewhere. You can feel the sheer heat of it, but your eyes are closed tightly and your brain is bleary. This is better than anything you’ve experienced before: you almost think aftershocks continue to rack your body even after you come back to your senses.
Panting, you look up to see Porco. His breathing is ragged, almost like a man going into cardiac arrest, and his neatly combed hair is falling across his forehead. You allow him to relish his orgasm, and after a few more seconds, he’s rolling onto the bed next to you. A kiss is planted on the corner of your mouth, and then another squarely on the lips.
You nuzzle into Porco and hold him tightly against you, breaths soft. He says nothing at first, but nothing has to be said anyway.
“You okay?”
“M’yeah,” you slur. The euphoria has turned into fatigue. Ugh. That was not a part of the plan. “I feel good.”
Porco raises an eyebrow. His eyes remain dark, but his lips curve upwards, and his focus flits down to where you cling to him. “No more sleeping. We’re both off now, so I’m gonna take you into town.”
When you nestle further into the crook of his neck, not planning on listening, Porco flicks your nose. It makes you jump and squint at him. “What is your problem?”
“Nothing,” Porco shrugs. You slap him on the bicep before sighing.
“Just a nap, pleaseeee.”
Porco gazes down at you, unimpressed. He only surrenders when you give him those puppy dog eyes. “Fine. An hour,” he remarks, swirling his fingers in circles over the protrusions of your hips.
“An hour,” you nod, “Then we’ll go. I promise.”
“Just hurry up and sleep, idiot. I’ll clean up the mess.”
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