Not so Enemy? - Porco x Reader

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The next morning

You can't help but take in the sight of Porco sleeping next to you. The blanket is pooled at his hips, revealing a well-defined chest. His hair is a mess, sticking up in all directions.
You feel a surge of affection at the sight of him, your eyes raking over his sleeping form and you feel a sense of pride that you were the cause of his disheveled appearance.
You turn onto your side to face him, your eyes tracing over his face. It's soft and relaxed in sleep, the lines of worry and tension usually present in his expression completely absent. You reach out a hand, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

Porco wakes up to the sight of your satisfied gaze. He grins, feeling a surge of confidence. „Had a good view, Y/N?"
He says teasingly as he stretches his arms, revealing his defined chest even more, the blanket falling even lower.
„Oh, shut up, Pocki."
You tease with playful dismissal, your gaze shifting to the exposed parts of his body, your fingertips wandering over his muscled abs, feeling their sculpted beauty as you appreciate his physical form with a touch that betrays your admiration.

Then your free hand coming up to pinch his side. Porco laughs, the sound turning into a half-groan at your pinch.
„Hey, careful.", he chides, his hand on your hip giving a gentle squeeze, „You have no idea how sensitive I am right now." You raise an eyebrow at his words, a slow, sly smile spreading across your face.
„How sensitive are you?" Your hand drift lower on his hip, your fingers teasing the edge of the blanket pooled at his waist.
Porco's breath hitches, his eyes darkening with desire. He swallows hard, his fingers against your back now twitching involuntarily.
„Very. Especially after a night like last night." He mutters, his voice a low, husky rumble. You hum, your hand drifting lower, your fingers slipping beneath the edge of the blanket.
„And where exactly are you the most sensitive?" You ask innocently, your tone belied by the playful smile on your lips. Porco's eyes flutter closed momentarily, his breath coming out in a shiver.
„You're playing dirty, sweetie. You know damn well where I'm sensitive."

Abruptly you rise from the bed, the blanket slipping off your bare body and pooling around your feet. You stand unabashedly naked, Porco is momentarily caught off guard by your abrupt actions, his eyes fixated on you as you stand before him in your nude glory.
„Holy mother of..."

You give him a playful glance over your shoulder as you bend down to pick up your discarded clothes from the floor.
„See something you can't live without, Pocki?"
You tease, your voice filled with playful defiance and a subtle hint of vulnerability as you feel Porco's gaze on you. You stand up, your body exposed, and turn to face him, your eyes daring yet revealing a hint of uncertainty as you wait for his response.
„Do you still think like before that I don't have the class of a woman from Liberio?"

Porco props himself up on one elbow, watching you as you move. He shakes his head, a soft, genuine smile tugging at his lips. „Sweetheart, you don't need Liberio class. You've got something far better. You're real, you're honest, you're authentic. You don't put on airs or pretend to be someone you're not. That's class in my book."
„I always knew you lied about this!" Porco laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He props himself up on both elbows now, enjoying the view.
„Hey, what're you doin'?" he asks, his voice puzzled as he watches you gather your clothes. Porco frowns, propping himself up further to sit on the edge of the bed. You glance at him, your arms full of clothes.

„I'm getting dressed." You reply, your tone matter of fact. „Don't you think it's about time we got out of bed?" Porco shakes his head, a playful grin on his lips.
„Absolutely not." he declares, his eyes flicking over your still-naked form. „I don't think you've spent enough time naked in my company yet." He goes up and moves behind you, his arms encircling your waist. He presses against your back, his bare chest against your skin. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of you, his palms cups your breast gently.
Your breath catch at his sudden proximity. You lean back into him and feel his heart beating against your back.
„Porco." You whisper. Porco grunts in response, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. He presses his hips against yours , his body reacting to your closeness.

„Don't you dare try to get dressed now, babe." You shiver at his words and relax in his arms, the clothes slipping from your hands to the floor. „Then you better make it worth my while to stay naked." Porco chuckles at your challenge, his hands guiding you over to the desk. He pushes you gently to bend over the surface.
„Careful what you ask for, sweetheart.", he teases, his hands gripping your hips.
You brace yourself on the desk, your breath coming in short, ragged pants. You can feel the cool wood of the desk against your skin, a contrast to the heat of Porco's embrace.
„I know exactly what I asked for." Porco's grip on your hips tightens as he hears your breathless reply.

„You're so damn feisty. I'm gonna have to do something about that." You arch your back in response, pushing your hips back against him. You can feel his heat behind you, his body hard and ready.

„Then do it.",  you challenge, your voice daring. Porco groans at your movement, his body reacting instantly to the feel of your hips against him. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back. „You're asking for it, Y/N.", he mutters against your ear, his voice gravelly, „And I'm damn well going to give it to you."
Porco grips your hips firmly, he can feel your readiness, your body already slick and warm. He growls low in his throat, the sound filled with both need and satisfaction. „You're so damn wet." Porco enters you with a rougher and more dominant approach, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly starts to move. Porco groans at the feel of you, the sensation nearly overwhelming him. „You feel so damn good. You drive me absolutely wild." You gasp at his entry, your body immediately responding to his touch. You match his pace, your own hips rocking against him with equal need.

„Porco." You moan, your voice a plea, „More, please, give me more." Porco grunts in response, his control straining as you move against him. He increases his pace, his hips moving faster and harder against yours. „You want more, sweetheart? You want it harder, faster, rougher?" „Yes." You gasp, your body shivering with pleasure.  Your nails dig into the wood of the desk, your body arching under his touch. His control nearing it's limit. He pistons his hips faster and harder, giving you everything he has.
„I can't...I can't hold on..." You cling to him, your body shaking with every wave of pleasure. Trust and need and desire wash over you, drowning out everything else.
Porco finds his release inside you, his body trembling with pleasure as he holds you close, his breath ragged as he gently kisses your neck. You cling to him, your body still pulsating with pleasure as you revel in the intimacy and tenderness of your shared moment, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who has claimed your heart and body so completely.

As the remnants of your passion fade, Porco holds you tight in his arms, gently stroking your hair as he savors the feel of your body against his.
You turn to him and touch his face,
„My man!"