Not so Enemy? - Porco x Reader

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As the conversation continues, the exhaustion finally catches up to you. The mix of emotions, the late hour, and the physical closeness take their toll. Your voices grow softer, the words more hushed. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, your body slowly succumbing to the fatigue. Porco can see it, his own eyes starting to droop. He scoots a little closer, the handcuffs clinking softly in the quiet room. „I think we should sleep, hm?" Porco whispers, his voice a bit slurred with drowsiness. He gently pulls on the handcuffs, bringing you even closer, your bodies now pressed against each other.

A small sigh of exhaustion escaping your lips. You move, shifting to find a more comfortable position, and inadvertently ends up pressing even more against him, your legs tangling under the sheets. „Careful, you're going to end up on top of me at this rate.", he teases, his voice drowsy but carrying a hint of anticipation. You let out a sleepy giggle, your body relaxing against him. „Would that be such a bad thing?" You let your head rest on his chest. Porco's heartbeat quickens at your words. He can feel your warm breath against his skin, your body soft and pliant against his. „If you keep talking like that, I'll be the one who won't be sleeping tonight." He mutters, his voice low with a hint of suppressed passion.

You snuggle closer, relishing the feeling of his strong arms around you. „Then maybe I should just...stay like this all night." Your words becoming more slurred with sleep. „I won't complain." Porco whispers, his own eyelids feeling heavy. „In fact, I'd welcome it." His hand runs lazily up and down your arm again, a comforting, absentminded gesture as he, too, drifts closer to sleep. Your response is a soft hum, a sound of contentment. You are barely half-awake now, your head heavy against him. The feeling of his hand on your arm is soothing, lulling you deeper into sleep. You manage to utter one last drowsy murmur, „Good..." before your breathing evens out, signaling that you are finally succumbed to sleep.

Porco feels your body grow heavier against him, your breaths now slow and steady. He lets out a soft exhale, feeling a wave of affection and protectiveness wash over him. With his arms still wrapped around you, he closes his eyes, letting the exhaustion claim him, and slowly drifts into sleep himself.

...

Next morning

Porco slowly stirs awake, his senses slowly coming back to life. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the room. It takes him a moment to remember the events of the previous night, and as he does, he realizes that he's not alone in the bed.
He looks to his side, and sees you lying next to him, your hair tousled, and your body still in sleep. The sight of you, disheveled and vulnerable in sleep, triggers a surge of affection in him. Porco takes a moment to just watch you, his gaze soft and fond. Your face is relaxed, your features free from any trace of worry. You look so peaceful and beautiful, and he feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him. He reaches out, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

As he gently touches your face, your eyes flutter open, your sleepy gaze meeting his. „Morning.", you mumble, your voice rough with sleep. You smile, a sleepy smile, your expression still tinged with drowsiness. Porco smiles back, his eyes roaming over your disheveled appearance. „Morning.", he greets, his voice a bit gravelly with sleep. He lets his fingers trail down your jawline, relishing the feel of your skin under his touch. „Sleep well?" You nod, your eyes drifting closed for a moment as you enjoy the sensation of his touch. „Yeah, I slept like a rock." You open your eyes again, your gaze locked onto his. „What about you?"

„Same." Porco replies, his fingers continuing to trace feather-light patterns on your skin. „Though waking up next to you made it even better." There's a hint of a smirk on his lips, his eyes darkened. Porco watches as you pull the blanket up, covering your face. He chuckles softly at your action, a hint of amusement in his voice. „Feeling shy, hm?", he teases, his hand gently patting the blanket where your head should be. Your voice is muffled under the blanket, but there's a hint of a smile in it. „Shut up.", you mutter, the words coming out slightly indistinct because of the fabric. A moment later, you peek out from the top of the blanket, one eye watching him intently. Porco can't help but let out a short laugh at your muffled response. „Peeking out at me, huh?"
He tugs at the edge of the blanket, trying to pull it away from your face. „No hiding allowed." You grip the blanket tighter, playfully resisting. „Hey, no fair. I need my privacy." But your eyes twinkle with mischief, clearly enjoying your little game.

„Oh, privacy, huh?" He tugs harder at the blanket, trying to remove it. „Since when do handcuffed people get the luxury of privacy?"
You cling to the blanket even tighter, a soft gasp escaping your lips. „Hey, don't use the handcuffs against me like that." You protest, your voice still playful. „Besides, I'm trying to save my dignity here. I probably look like a mess this morning." Porco grins, enjoying the banter. „Who cares about dignity? You look even prettier when you're a mess." He quips, finally managing to pull the blanket down, revealing your face. The sight of your disheveled hair and sleepy eyes makes the smirk on his lips even wider.

Porco, fueled by a mixture of exhaustion and playful desire, positions himself above you . His free arm supports his weight as he looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your face once again. A sly smile plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, bed-mussed and flushed. In this intimate pose, Porco's body hovers over yours, creating a close, almost intimate proximity. His hand that isn't handcuffed to yours gently trails up the side, lightly caressing the bare skin just under your shirt. He lets his gaze drop from your face, sliding down your body slowly and appreciatively. „Damn.", he mutters, his voice low and filled with admiration. „You look so... captivating like this." His hand continues its exploration, moving over the contours of your body, as if trying to commit every curve to memory. Your breath hitch as you feel his fingers on the skin and hear the huskiness in his voice. Your cheeks flush further under his appreciative gaze. „
„S-shut up. I look like a mess." Porco chuckles softly, the low rumble of his laughter vibrating through his chest. „And yet, that messy look is even more alluring. It makes me want to mess you up even more." His voice a low, seductive murmur.

Just as the tension between you two starts to rise, Porco and you are interrupted by a loud banging noise as the door flies open. Standing in the doorway is Levi, a no-nonsense frown on his face.