☆Aph☆

Your inner prey instincts shrieked in protest. Yet, as you stared at the attached photo, your throat went dry. With his sharp jawline, striking eyes, and furry burgundy ears poking through his hair, the man was undeniably gorgeous. 

Worse, his profile had a warning listed: Lupine genes present extreme rut cycles. Past cycles managed via pharmaceuticals due to high stamina projections. 

So, he’s never had a partner, you thought. A pent-up predator didn’t bode well, especially not to a bunny. Even so, according to the warning, he had the exact untapped reservoir of energy that you needed to get through your insatiable heats. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was breathtakingly easy on the eyes. 

A sudden, sharp throb low in your belly shattered your hesitation. The early waves of your heat were beginning to roll in, warming your skin and sending a restless twitch through your elongated ears. You didn’t have the luxury of time, especially not to second-guess the man that, admittedly, exacerbated the effects of your impending heat.

Shifting your finger across the touchpad of your laptop, you slammed the Accept Pairing button before the more logical side of your brain could talk you out of it. 

In an instant, the screen flashed with a bold, celebratory notification: MATCH CONFIRMED!

 A soft gasp escaped your lips. He had already accepted. Before your mind could fully process that little fact, a new interface slid into view. 

KnotAlone Chatroom: Valko and You

The text bubble at the bottom of the screen was already bouncing, the three dots doing their usual rhythmic dance before disappearing, replaced by a message that was surprisingly warm for an apex predator. 

Valko Ao: Hello! So glad you accepted the match. To be honest, I was worried my profile statistics would scare people off. 

You blinked at the screen, intrigued. His message was devoid of the growling dominance and arrogance you had come to expect from predator hybrids. Another message came through before you formulated a response. 

Valko Ao: Your profile mentioned needing someone who can match your stamina, right? That works out perfectly. My doctors always insisted that my rut cycles are too intense for a standard pairing, so I’ve just been using suppressants up until now. I’d love to help you through your heat if you’ll have me. When does your cycle start?”

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard as a flush crawled up your neck. It was one thing to fill out personal info on a questionnaire, but it was another to openly share with another person.

You: within the next two days at least. Already feeling the warning signs :/

Valko Ao: that’s fine! I can clear my schedule right away.

His easy, accommodating response did wonders for your nerves. Over the next two days, the anticipated dread of your impending heat transformed into something entirely different. Valko texted you constantly, sending jokes, asking about your personal preferences and hobbies, and sharing bits of his own life. By the time the warning signs had become full-blown symptoms, you found that you were genuinely excited to meet him, even if the circumstances weren’t the most ideal.

You woke on the third morning drenched in sweat, your skin hypersensitive to every little touch. Your panties were already soaked and sticking to your swollen folds. It was pitiful, really, how quickly you were made a slave to your own biology, no more able to fight it than you were able to count the stars in the sky. 

With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, shooting Valko a simple text, followed by your address.

You: I need you

He replied almost instantly, informing you that he was on his way. With a groan, you dropped your phone onto the bed, curling into yourself and wishing you could sleep away the scorching need coursing through your body. It felt like mere minutes had passed when a knock echoed through your apartment.

You stumbled from your bed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see Valko standing in the hallway, his ears twitching almost nervously. Before he could even say hello, he froze. The combination of seeing you in such a vulnerable state and smelling the sweet, heady scent that seeped from your apartment had rendered him speechless, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening in his pants. 

He swallowed thickly. For a fraction of a second, Valko tried to hold onto his manners, but the more of you he inhaled, the more he felt like a wolf rather than a man. He opened his mouth to greet you, fighting every urge to pin you to the wall of the entryway and take you there, but his throat constricted and his body locked up.

You could see in the rigid set of his posture that he was at least trying to be a gentleman, but you didn’t want a gentleman at the moment. You needed him rough, and you needed him now.

While he was still trying to pull himself together in the doorway, you tugged him in by the fabric of his shirt, the door slamming closed behind him. He stumbled forward, his polite composure crumbling to dust under your touch. You practically dragged him through your apartment to your bedroom, and his hand hovered over your waist.

“I’m Valko,” he finally managed, his voice raspy as his eyes locked onto the way you were already pulling your shirt over your head.

You giggled at that, and Valko thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.

“I sure hope so.” He flushed, embarrassment crawling up his spine. Obviously you knew who he was. You wouldn’t have let him in otherwise. He blamed it on your intoxicating scent. It was muddling his brain and making it impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t you. You, who was now wrapping your arms around his shoulders and mouthing at his neck, pressing your body flush against his.

Before he could even think, his strong arms landed on your hips, pushing you back slightly to make space. You pouted, and he suddenly felt like a world-class villain.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you,” he soothed, pushing you backwards until the bed hit the back of your knees. You fell onto the plush on the mattress, bouncing slightly. Your breath quickened. Through the haze of your arousal, you were vaguely aware that you had invited a predator into your home. You were also acutely aware that even the worst of your heat cycles had never affected you as much as the hulking man that was guiding your pliant body to lie against the pillows. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands ghosting over your bare skin, his fingertips skimming the lacy fabric of your bra. It was almost painful, the way his cock was straining against his pants.

You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to cup your breast. “You don’t have to be sweet, you know?”

He locked eyes with you, searching for any hesitation or reservations, and found none, only pure want and need. He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and unrestrained instinct.

You arched your body into his, your hips grinding against the bulge in his slacks. He groaned into the kiss, his hands shooting down to hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling both down in one firm tug. Your bra followed shortly after, leaving you entirely bare beneath him. God, you were a fucking vision.

The whimper he let out was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when a pretty little bunny was completely offering herself to him. Your hands were everywhere, sliding beneath his shirt, stroking his ears, palming his leaking cock. Wherever you could reach.

He reluctantly pulled away from you once more, just long enough to strip his own clothing. His impressive build had you salivating, and your weeping pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation as he resumed his spot above you, your legs on either side of his hips. 

“Please, Valko, please I need you,” you practically sobbed, staring up at him with watery eyes. Valko’s heart thundered in his chest, a possessive pang shooting through his chest. 

It was too much. Your desperate pleading, your legs spread for him, your cunt on display just for him. It was maddening. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole, and you keened, eager to finally be filled, pushing your hips up to force him deeper.

You were dripping, his thick cock stretching you with ease as he sunk all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into the sheets. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“So tight,” he groaned deeply, nearly growling. He was already panting and he’d only just begun. “You feel so— ngh—good.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you like you never wanted him to leave. “More, Valko, pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, urging him to move, to touch you, anything that would quell the wanton need that radiated from your core. 

His hips snapped into yours, the blunt head of his cock molding your insides around him. It took everything he had not to cum prematurely. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, and he was sure this was as close to heaven as a man could get. 

The delicious drag of his cock had you beyond words, only able to cry out with pleasure every time his hips met yours. Your breath was ragged as he pounded into your slick hole, and your fingernails left red claw marks on his shoulders that he would later marvel at in the mirror.

“So perfect,” Valko breathed. “Made just for me.” His face was flushed a magnificent shade of his red, and his eyes were heavily lidded, drawn to the juncture where your bodies met, your slick leaking around his cock and soaking the bedsheets. 

You cried out his name, the edge of pleasure so tantalizingly close. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, spurring him on, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming frantic. He was already swelling at the base, but he’d be damned if he embarrassed himself and finished before you. Inexperienced though he was, he wasn’t a total prude. 

He brought his thumb to circle your neglected clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You squealed, arching into his touch, your pussy spasming tightly around him as your vision went white.

Valko gasped, his own release overtaking him. Hot spurts of cum flooded your fluttering walls, and his swollen knot kept it all plugged snugly inside you and kept you connected to each other. 

Your vision was hazy, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, you actually felt sated, at least for the time being until your body again demanded more of him.

Quiet settled over the room, save for the twin sounds of your heavy breaths. Valko grinned broadly, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he dropped his forehead onto yours, nuzzling his nose against your face. Behind him, his heavy tail thumped against the mattress.

It was comforting to be wrapped in such strong arms and taken care of, but the peace was short-lived; your body, in its current state, was already squirming beneath him for friction.

Valko groaned deeply, still sensitive from his release only minutes prior, but the thick smell of your pheromones was pulling him into renewed lust right along with you.

Whether it was with your knees pressed to your chest, from behind where he could watch your cute little tail twitch, or holding you on his lap to fuck up into you, he couldn't get enough of you or the sinful sounds you made when he was buried deep inside you. It was hours before he collapsed onto the bed beside you, his cum dripping down your thighs and a satisfied grin on his face as he took in how thoroughly wrecked you looked all because of him.

As your breathing finally slowed, Valko pulled you into his embrace, clawed fingers stroking up and down your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was that alright?” he asked, his voice rough and vibrating against your skin.

“I’m perfect,” you rasped, burying your face in his chest, your heart swelling at his genuine care. “Better than perfect. I can see why your profile had a warning on it,” you laughed, recalling the words of caution on his profile.

He let out a soft, pleased sound, his arms tightening around you as if he had absolutely no intention of leaving the bed—or your life—anytime soon. It was like your scent had completely rewired the primitive part of his brain, the part that was now claiming you as his own despite the brief acquaintance. Though, to be fair, you had done more than what typical acquaintances do. He didn't think he could be satisfied being just your heat partner.

A flush crawled up his neck as he debated with himself, his wolf ears twitching nervously, but there was no time like the present. “That’s good. I’m glad I didn't disappoint.” He hesitated, the words he truly wanted to say sticking in his throat. It didn't help that you were looking up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes. Now that his more animalistic side had been satisfied and your scent wasn't sending him into a frenzy, he could take the time to admire just how delicate your features were.

“I know we still have a few days left to get through, and I’m not going anywhere, but when this is over, would you want to go on a proper date with me?”

His words had barely even registered before a bright smile lit up your face, and sweet giggles spilled from your lips. You nodded, your long ears shifting with the movement. 

You raise a brow and get closer to him, “But, it could also be hot, hm?”

He stammers, “I m-mean—”

You interrupt, “Come on, am I not already your slut?”

He tsks while starting to blush, “B-Baby!”

You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chin into his chest and peering up at him, “What?” You bat your lashes at him, “You call me good girl all the time, I can’t also be a good slut?”

“Y-you—” He’s at a complete loss for words.

You squeeze him tighter, “I’d like—love—to be your good little slut, hm?” He tries hiding his small, reserved smile but fails, pitifully. “I make you feel good—mmm—s’good, yeah?” He nods slowly, his lips twitching while he continues to fight against his own amusement. “I do whatever you say, don’t I?”

His arms wrap around you, “Mmhm…”

“I say...if the shoe fits, wear it. No?”

He finally really smiles, “Pup—you—” tilting his head away then back, he groans first before speaking again, “you wanna be a slut, huh?”

You pout, sliding your hands into the back pockets of his jeans, “Mhm, I really do. Your slut.”

His voice is low, “I can see that.”

“Mmm—” You immediately start to sink and your hands slip out of his pockets, attempting to get on your knees, but he’s faster, much faster.

Quickly, his hand grips your hair by the nape of your neck, forcing you to teeter on your feet, whining as you stand back at attention. Pulling upward a bit harder, he forces you onto your tippy toes as he leans in, his lips right next to your ear, “You want me to treat you like a slut, hm?”

He pulls back to look at you. “Y-yes.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him expectantly.

He smirks, pecking your nose with his lips, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, yeah?” You nod, your knees already weak—you want to see how far you can push him.

“Open your mouth.” When you cock a brow at him, his free hand immediately snaps up and grips your jaw, pressing his fingers and thumb into your cheeks. “I said… Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezes until your lips part, a small whine escaping your throat. “If you want to be a good slut, you better listen, hm?”

You nod again, but it’s cut short by him using the hand in your hair to tug you straight back, your head completely lax in his grasp. “Nngh—”

“Quiet.” With his height, it’s easy for him to hover just above your face, “Be a good slut for me and keep your mouth open, yeah?”

Not able to nod or speak with his fingers still digging into your cheeks, your answer is simply another crude whine. He groans a quiet hum before leaning in further, his mouth directly over yours only a few inches. You’re trembling, so beyond elated he is giving into this—and giving into it so well. Wasting not another second, he spits directly into your mouth, his warm saliva hitting your tongue and slowly slipping down toward your throat as he holds you there.

Before he can even speak, you release a loud, broken moan from your throat. “Act like the good little slut I know you are and swallow for me.” You only moan again and do just as he asks. “Good fucking girl.” He squeezes your cheeks again, watching you whine at the pressure. “Such a pretty slut, hm?”

He tilts you back up, letting go of your hair and face in the process. Panting, you stare up at him. “What? Gonna run from me, pup?”

A shiver rakes down your spine, “N-no.” That might be fun.

He steps closer and you back up, “Oh, no? Seems like it. Such a slut, I can smell how wet you are already.”

“Nngh—mmm—”

“Quiet.” Your lips press into a line. He steps forward and you back until you reach the edge of the island in the kitchen. Looming over you, he places both of his hands onto the counter beside you, “What? All I have to do is call you a slut a few times, spit in your mouth, and you’re already trembling, hm?”

You weakly shake your head no, “Mm-mm.”

He leans in closer, sandwiching you against the granite with his torso, “Don’t act coy. Act like a slut, like you said you wanted.” He leans down and in, his mouth brushing the side of your head, “Fuck—you really are a slut, your soaked pussy is all I can smell. I should fuck you silly right here.”

You moan, “Y-yes, p-please.”

He laughs, pulling back to face you again, “You think it’ll be that easy to get what you want?” You shake your head no again, but the center of your belly is on fire. He coos in a mocking tone, “No, huh?”

“Mm-mm.”

He nods, still playing on a sarcastic pout of his own, “There we go.” By the way you watch his jaw clench, you know that look, and it means he’s fighting against tearing all your clothes off and taking you right here, right now. “So, you said you do whatever I ask, hm?”

“Y-yes.”

“Mm, good. Get on your knees, then.” He hardly moves, offering you only the slightest bit of space to sink down between him and the island’s cabinets.

As soon as he frees his cock from his jeans, your mouth is sloppy, an uncontained watering pooling in the corners of your mouth. “So fucking cute, open your mouth for me, hm?” Once the head of his cock rests on your tongue you moan instantly, pushing forward to take more.

“You want my cum, don’t you?” You nod, a muffled moan breaking against his skin. “Well, only good sluts can get cum. Are you a good slut, princess?”

You nod again, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, forcing yourself to try and take more. “Mmm, I don’t think you are...” You whine against his skin.

“Plus, I need to stretch you out, like a pretty little slut. You’d like that, hm? Want my cum inside your wet pussy, isn’t that right?” You try to pull your mouth off him, to beg enthusiastically, but he only drives his hips forward until you choke, your head pressing back and against the cabinets. “Ah, ah. Did I tell you that you could take your mouth off my cock?”

You whine louder mixed with the sound of a gurgle, spit pooling and dripping off your chin as you gag until your eyes water. “So pretty, my god. Eyes of a slut, too. If you can believe it, I can smell you even more now.”

He pushes just the slightest bit further, another gag sounding from your throat against his cock. “You want my dick inside you, huh?” You barely nod, a tear rolling down your cheek. He tsks, wiping it away with his thumb, “Oh, my poor princess. Is my cock too big for your slutty little mouth?” You press your hands against his quads when he pushes forward again, “Mm-mm. Hands off, be a good slut and take what’s made for you, hm?”

The mess between your legs is obscene—near uncomfortable as it pools and pours into your panties, your cunt clenching around nothing continually.

“I do really want to fuck you stupid, but your mouth feels so damn good. You look so cute, too.” Without a proper warning, he pulls out of your mouth, a strong gasp sounding once you finally have air. When you shake and attempt to wiggle up the cabinet, he tsks loudly, clicking his tongue, “Who said I was going to fuck you yet? Sluts stay on their knees until told otherwise, hm?”

The moan that eeks out from your throat is beyond pathetic and makes his cock twitch. You relax against the cabinets again, “That’s it, such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm—y-yes, I a-am.”

“That’s right… Open your mouth, nice and wide.” When you do what he says, he takes his cock and pushes his tip back in, but not deep and back, rather directly into your inner cheek, stretching your mouth to the side. “Mmm, gotta stretch your mouth, too.” He groans, “Fuck, look at that. Drooling all over my cock. Such a whore for my dick, hm?” You release a breathy, loud and needy moan. You didn’t ask him to call you a whore, so the visceral instinct makes your stomach drop, the avid pulse inside your cunt intensely felt.

Before you can finish reacting, completely dizzy and emphatically drunk on his cock, he’s wedging his length back into your throat. “Mmm—but I also really wanna paint your throat with my cum.”

Submitted wholeheartedly, you moan and nod, taking as much as you can and ready to do quite literally whatever he asks of you right now. Massaging the head of his cock with the back of your throat a moment, he pulls out regardless.

You whine, leaning back toward him. “Ah, don’t be desperate now. Alright, you can stand up.” He steps back to give you space.

Weak in the knees, you wobble your way back up. Where he would normally and always help you, he doesn’t, and that only makes your legs weaker—having to scoop yourself up off the floor of your own accord.

He smiles at you, leaning into your side so his lips land near your ear again, “You’re such a good slut for me...you already know what to do next, don’t you?” You nod while he steps back again.

As soon as you start to turn around and face the island, his hand grips the back of your neck, hard, making you gasp as he shoves you down against the counter. It’s too tall, so really it’s only about half of your torso on the cool granite, the pressure against your breasts making you moan loudly. Holding you down by your neck, suddenly his other hand comes down on your ass the hardest he’s ever spanked you—ever.

You release an erotic shriek, letting the side of your face go completely flush against the granite. His fingertips apply just slightly more pressure against the sides of your neck, and he spanks you again right in the same spot—equally as hard, maybe even harder.

Your knees actively tremble, “P-please—o-oh my f-fucking—” he spanks you again on your opposite cheek, “ah! Nngh!”

“Please what, you slut?”

“V-Val—oh m-my fucking—” again, “nngh! Mmmph—p-please—I-I—” and again.

Your voice cracks and croaks out another pathetic whine, “Please! P-please, n-need your cock.” You start shaking even harder, his hand groping and squeezing your ass through your clothes. “I’m s-such a fucking s-slut—nngh—mmhm—I need y-you to cum inside m-me—pretty p-please, plea—” his hand comes down again, “ah!”

He lets out a light laugh, “Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“Nngh! P-please, I w-want you to stretch my tight pussy, f-fuck me until I can’t w-walk, fill me w-with your cum. I n-need it.” He groans loudly, groping you more openly, “I need y-you to fuck my slutty little hole w-with your big cock. R-right now. Now, n-now—ngh—now, n-no—”

He interrupts your incessant begging, “Much—much—better, puppy. God, you really like being my slut, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Plea—p-please, please, plea—s’good, need y-you inside, r-right n-now—” Silencing you, his fingers sink underneath the fabric of your pants and panties, yanking them down as hard as he can all the way down to your ankles.

Completely unmistakeable is the wetness that pools between your thighs, stretching then snapping between you and your panties as he yanked them down. He glances down to your panties around your ankles, moaning outwardly when looking back at your leaking cunt, a hot strand of arousal quite literally dripping out of you, “Holy fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He clears his throat, sinking to his knees and playing back into the situation. “Is this what I have to do to get you this wet? Treat you like a dirty slut, hm?”

“Y-yes—o-oh my god—nngh! Yes!”

Getting you to whine again, his index fingers line up with the bottom of your ass, his others digging into your thighs and ass as his thumbs spread your slit apart while you’re bent over, “Lemme see.” His thumbs press just beside your aching hole, pulling you apart to get a good look. “So pretty, mmm—fuck…you want me to fill your slutty little pussy with my cum, don’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, yes, yes—”

His voice is cold when he interrupts, “Shut up.” As soon as he says so, you practically scream—your insides burning as your cunt clenches around absolutely nothing. “Fuck—” He leans in, but his mouth doesn’t touch you, not one bit.

With his tongue out and practically panting, he lets the dripping string of your arousal land, groaning as soon as it touches his mouth. Fighting against every instinct to shove his face completely into your cunt and never come up for air, he pulls back and you groan pathetically when he suddenly spits directly at you, his own spit and your arousal landing back against your twitching hole and dripping off.

“Hnnngh—oh m-my—fuck! O-oh my—nngh! B-baby, p-please, put i-it in, in—put i-it—”

While you’re begging, he stands back up, “Quiet.”

But you can’t keep quiet, your hips and everything below twitching, shaking, and yearning for him to fill you up. “P-please—” his hand comes down against your bare ass, “nngh!”

“I said…be fucking quiet.”

“Mm-m-mhm—” With your face still pressed against the counter, a puddle of drool has well past leaked from your mouth onto the granite.

“You’re gonna take my dick like a good slut, okay?” You nod enthusiastically against the counter. “Good girl.”

His cock still out, heavy, leaking, and throbbing, his right hand returns to your neck, his left hand gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. Where he may normally take it slow, at the very least, always at the beginning due to his size, you shriek when he slams his thick cock directly into your cunt—to the brim. “Oh my god…”

“Fuck! Mmhm—f-fuck me, fuck m-me—oh m-my—”

He silences you with a relentless snapping of his hips against your ass, the stretch from his cock unbearably delicious, so much so only more, and more, drool pours out from your mouth. Eventually, he lets go of your neck, both of his arms coming down onto the island beside you, his frame a looming shadow over you while he violently drives himself into your twitching cunt. By now, he’s completely fallen prey to the situation, groaning and growling with each buck and torque of his hips.

Your voice is a broken cry, spit connecting between the granite and your face, “I n-need—I-I need—”

His voice is completely hoarse and untempered, “What? What do you need you fucking slut?”

“Y-your—hnngh—y-your c-cum—p-please—”

His voice is a hiss, fighting the throb of his cock against your tight walls clamping down around him with each aggressive thrust, “Beg me for it, you whore.”

***

He doesn’t allow you to do a single thing, not for the rest of the night. He practically spoon feeds you snacks and chocolate, constantly kissing the top of your head, your face, yours hands…

Once you shower together, all soft kisses, hugs, and whispers of sweet nothings, he’s carrying you to your shared large bed. He kisses your forehead, waiting to crawl in with you. He chuckles, “Baby, I am never doing that ever again.”

You sit up immediately, “What!? No, no, no! You have to, that was so fucking hot—oh my god!”

He shakes his head with a smile, “Mm-mm.”

“You liked it!” You pout, “You have to!”

He sighs, crawling into bed next to you. He gently brings you into his arms and against his chest, “Once. Once a year, that’s all you get.”

“Once!?”

“Baby! I love you way too much to call you that repeatedly more than one day a year.”

“You liked it—no, loved it—I could tell.”

“W-well, of course—anything with my princess, I love. It was…” he chuckles, “really fucking hot, I’m not even gonna lie. But! The point still stands, you’re my good girl.”

You huff, “I’ll get more than once a year.”

He cranes his neck down to look at you, raising a brow, “Oh, yeah?”

You smirk at him, “Yeah, I’ll just act out.”

He groans, “Baby…”

You run your hand along his chest, “Maybe get you nice and mad, too.”

“Babe!”

You wiggle up on his torso, your voice a tempting whisper, “You’ll be begging me…to let you call me a slut, I can already tell.”

He groans before his eyes widen, “W-what?” You follow his eye-line to his hard cock bulging even beneath the sheets. “See! Begging—I told you!”

He places his palms over his face, groaning loudly against them, “Oh, god…”

***

The next morning, he spends as many hours as you’ll let him making you cum with his mouth, constant affirmations that you’re the best, most beautiful, good girl—his girl. Every time you cum, he tells you he loves you and that watching you cum is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.

“you hungry? I can order us some dinner,” you stay quiet at his words, your face buried in his chest as you let out quiet sobs.

“everything fucking sucks val,” you manage out, stepping back and angrily wiping your tears, “i finally had something i was so excited for and they just-” your voice cracks on the last word, valko wants to kill whoever made you this upset.

you bury your face in your hands, body shaking as you try and calm yourself down. valko doesn’t hesitate to sweep you up into his arms, biceps flexing as he cradles you. instinctively, your arms wraps around his neck, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you sniffle.

valko doesn’t say anything as he carries you to the bathroom, shifting you to carry you in one arm as he turns the water on for you.

“w-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, wiggling slightly as a sign for him to put you down. he complies immediately, gingerly lowering you until your feet are firm on the ground.

“didn’t you tell me there wasn’t anything a warm shower couldn’t fix after i couldn’t get my research right?” there’s the slightest teasing lilt to his voice, you want to roll your eyes at him.

“well yeah but-” you try and protest, valko raises his eyebrows, your rebuttal dies on your lips.

“and you’re using the expensive body wash i got you, no buts” he smiles, stifling his laughter when you grumble at his words. he waits for a moment before turning to step out of the bathroom, immediately halting when he feels your hand on his wrist. “what is dollface?”

you stare into his amber eyes for a second, stomach flipping at the concern swimming in them. “do you think… can you stay with me?” valko can’t stop his ears and tail from popping out, tail wagging incessantly at your words.

“i will always stay with you, no matter what.” the conviction and firmness in his voice make your eyes water once more, and his steadfast façade shatters immediately. his arms are around you before you can process anything, pulling you into his chest and squeezing you. “don’t cry baby, I’m right here, I’ll always be right here,” the waver in his voice makes you smile slightly.

god he’s so helpless. you love him.

valko wastes no time in helping you undress, he taps your arms gently, a signal for you to lift them up as he takes your shirt off. you blush as his breath catches in his throat when he sees you.

“you act like you don’t see me naked everyday,” you huff, goosebumps rising on your skin as his fingertips ghost over your skin before unhooking your bra.

he places a feathery kiss to your shoulder, slowly slipping the strap down your arm and sniffing at your neck. he hums as he kisses your jaw. “does a sunset get less breathtaking because you’ve seen it the day before?” you can’t stop the smile that breaks onto your face, cheeks heating up.

“stupid wolf,” you smile, holding onto his broad shoulders as he helps you out of your bottoms. he nips at your thighs, giggling as he sinks his sharp canines gently into your skin, not enough to even leave a mark.

“your stupid wolf.”

you roll your eyes, “yes, my stupid wolf.”

valko helps you into the shower, rinsing your hair and helping you shampoo, gently washing your body as you ramble to him of what’s bothering you. he listens attentively, nodding along to your words and pouting when your voice wavers again. whether out of anger or sadness, maybe a mix of both, fresh tears spill out of your eyes.

“maybe it’s stupid for me to be so upset about it, but i was really excited,” you murmur, letting the hot water hit your skin and sighing sadly.

“nothing you feel is ever stupid, it’s okay to feel how you do, it’s normal.” his voice is even as ever, squeezing the last bit of conditioner out of your hair before reaching over you and shampooing his own hair quickly. you stare at him with a small smile and gleaming eyes.

you giggle as he rinses his hair quickly, shaking his head rapidly to get as much water off him as possible.

you’re both quiet as he helps you out of the shower, drying you with a fluffy towel before wrapping you in it, carrying you to your shared bed and setting you down. he hums softly as he opens your closet and drawers, grabbing your favorite pajamas and handing them to you.

“gonna place the order for food and I’ll be back, okay?” you nod in response, smiling when he blows a kiss your way with an over exaggerated ‘MWAH!’ before leaving you to your own devices.

the silence of your bedroom is consuming, but the hollowness that once filled your heart is filled.

you don’t feel sad as valko walks in minutes later with a horrible wolf pun. you smile as he drowns you in cuddles and kisses, his tail wagging wildly at the sound of your giggles. your heart is warm and your mind at ease as he pulls you closer to him, sweet nothings leaving his lips as he comforts you.

“when you have a bad day, i hope you can find comfort in the fact ill still be here for you, waiting for you to come home to me.”

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