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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 1.3k words | mdni!, afab + feminine petnames (use of girl), descriptive blowjob

Dating Valko had its many perks. But in your heart you had always believed that his kindness, along with the unending melancholy for a desire to have a life well-lived alongside the people that mattered to him the most, was the very core of why you fell so hard in love with him.

Then again, your admiration for him had never been linear. Always somehow like a branching map, various charms and appeals of his traits yours and yours alone to admire. Whether it was his cute, spoiled side, or his serious CEO side that kept you safe and fed.

Though in rarer moments, your eyes strayed to his more physical attributes. A gift from the gods, carved out for you.

And that's what sunnies were made for. The tinted and UV-resistant lenses concealed your eyes that followed every lap and ripple of the water against his built back, biting your lower lip when he wades through the shallower parts of the pool steps, shaking his head, water tracing his sharp jaw, hard lines of muscle from the veins plump and relaxes against his neck, to his built chest his sternum was barely visible, and trickling down, down, the yummy happy trail that runs up by the base of his stomach carved out from marble.

You lick your lips. Delicious.

He steps out the pool, shaking his hair off like a wet dog before slowly approaching your poolside chaise, smiling while his charming little dimples pop out.

"Think I wouldn't physically feel your eyes on me, prettiest?"

Humming, you simply tilt your sunglasses down and raise a coy brow, "Hm? Was I? I didn't realize you had such an imaginative brain, my love," you grin up at him as he sighs and places both hands on his hips where his swim trunks hang low against his prominent v-line.

Leaning down, he nuzzles his nose against yours, "You're making me shy,"

"What for? You're my eye candy for a reason," you chuckle softly as he raises an intrigued brow. "Is that the only reason you're dating me, prettiest?"

"Wouldn't you want to know," you giggle, teasing him and pushing yourself off the chaise and gently tugging at the hem of his boxers, chin resting just beneath his belly button. "Take a break with me," you smile sweetly, ever the siren call to him as his half chub starts digging into your sternum.

Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he gently reaches down and caresses your jaw gently, "You're so unfair, pretty girl. Always playing me like a damn fiddle," he frowns slightly, perching your sunnies up the crown of your head just so he could see the eyes he loved so much — mischievous and bright, and utterly lovable to him.

"You could always say no to me, you do know that right," you hum while his thumb plays across the skin of your jaw, tender and purposeful before he bends back down to capture your lips in a quick, chaste kiss. "Never in my life, pretty. I will give you anything and everything I could ever give, all that you want and more," he murmurs against your lips, feeling the smirk tug up at yours.

"Anything?"

"Anything,"

Without anymore fanfare, you get up on your haunches, knees digging through the smooth rattan of the chaise while your tongue catches the water and sweat mingling on his abdomen, tasting his essence as you grin once you see how quickly he flushes, ears and tail popping out uncontrollably.

"…This is not what I had in mind, pretty girl,"

You gently nip at the skin, the space between the divot and rise of muscle beneath scorching hot skin, "What did you think I had in mind, hm?"

"Well, a drink. Or some snacks, or bringing you inside the cool, air-conditioned space of the– ngh..!"

You tilt your head, pretending to be confused when you gently grip around the base of his tail by his sacrum. "You were saying?"

"Fuck…" he groans, the tingling sensation of pleasure absolutely frying his mind already beneath the hot, summer sun. "I– I can't concentrate like this, pretty. You know that," he whimpers.

Humming, you simply nuzzle your nose into his bulge, indulgent and torturous as you chuckle. It smelled of chlorine and his musk, still so strong despite the water, "Then don't, baby." you purr and tug his trunks down, cock already hardening into a proud upward curve.

"Is this what you want…?" he asks breathlessly, watching through half-lidded eyes while he slowly cards his fingers through your hair. And with a teasingly wide grin, you couldn't help but chuckle, "Absolutely, baby. All I want. Can I have it? Can I suck your cock?"

That alone makes it jolt up in surprise and arousal. "Haah…of course," he groans and presses a hand over the bridge of his nose, tilting his head back to control himself. Your hands are quick to move, immediately letting your thumb rub against his slit with a satisfied little giggle.

Encircling your palm against his head, he stifles a moan before you reach up and tug his hands down, preventing him from covering his mouth to suppress his noises. Impatient and staring down at your favorite cock ever, with his ruddy and bulbous tip with his frenulum taut where his foreskin ends, the slightly darker skin from his base to shaft and the tiniest bulge where his knot rests was enough to get you all hot and bothered.

Lowering yourself a little, you give him kitten licks first, gentle flicks of your tongue against his frenulum like a melting popsicle as he curses under his breath, "Oh fuuuck…it feels so good. Nghh…at– at least give me a fighting chance," he gasps and stares down at you, his eyes darkening. "Making me wanna…fuck your throat, prettiest,"

"You'll get to," you promise before suckling on the tip again, tongue lasciviously moving along, essentially making out with his slit as you suckle on his precum, gulping it down like sweet nectar before gripping his base firmer, tongue flattened against where your fingers don't meet before locking up a flat stripe from bottom to top.

He hisses, hips jolting in pleasure as he groans and bucks forward, "Shit. Don't tease me like this, baby," he laughs breathlessly, effectively losing his mind while you suck and kiss along his length, taking your time to savor the warmth and sheer heat of his cock.

And finally, you open your mouth for him, lips cushioning your teeth before slowly taking his girth and length in, lips stretching and throat immediately getting overworked as you choke and gag but don't pull away until he has eased into you.

His hands cradle the back of your head, not pushing, and definitely not forcing his hips to thrust. He takes a deep breath out, shuddering while keeping his eyes on yours, "You're so…pretty. You're so fucking pretty, my baby. You're such an angel," he praises even with his throbbing heat in your mouth as you couldn't help but scoff in amusement.

You think he's pretty too. The prettiest ever.

Slowly, you move your head up. Then down. Then away as a trail of his pre and your spit connect in a thin line of saliva with his now glistening cock and your puffy lips. "I'm tired," you pout as he couldn't help but chuckle. "Already?"

You nod, and he gently presses his thumb on your lower lip, willingly opening as you breathe his scent in when he pushes in fully, hands still tenderly cradling your head. "I'm moving," he softly warns, and you nod to the best of your abilities.

And under the summer sun, beneath the umbrella, the heat permeates between the two of you, scorching hot in both the sun and passion. Cock in your mouth as he thrusts relentlessly, catching his pleasure while you savor the taste of his seed.

And you would never rather be anywhere else.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 719 words | college!au, use of chinese honorifics, sneaky est!relationship, pocky game

"Oh, qianbei!" a male junior spots Valko while he's carrying drinks off for RafCalebayel and Zayne. "Join us!"

"You idiot! He's clearly got places to be!" another protests, smacking the other upside the back of his head as another female junior pouts.

"Hm? Just for a while qianbei please?"

Ever the people person, Valko just grins, dimple slightly popping out. "I got drinks to deliver guys, whatever it is I think it can wait, what even are you playing?"

This excites the young sophomore, seeing it as her chance to try and get it on with the hot senior, "It's the pocky game!" she crawls forward from the position she was at, seated on the floor around her other fellow students.

Valko pretends to ponder on it, a long winded hum as he purses his lips to the side, "I dunno guys, I got some drinks waiting for two of the most demanding people I know," he grins, charismatic and avoidant.

"It can't be helped, qianbei! It's okay!" someone chimes only for him to suddenly hear. "Oh? Is she playing too?"

Valko's gaze immediately darts up and sees you joining the fray, tugged into the circle suddenly by a friend you knew from another course. "What is it?" you scoff with a small smile.

"Pocky game!"

And suddenly, Valko grabs some poor sophomore from the passing crowd, handing him the drinks with a quick, "Hey, can you hand these to two handsome, dark-haired men real quick? Are you familiar? Xia and Li, you'd know them," and the sophomore nods like his head would dislodge before rushing off to look for the titans of Linkon University.

And he turns his heel, suddenly stepping into the circle as he squeezes between you and the person next to you with a goofy grin. "On second thought, I'm in!"

You eyes meet his, with a subtly raised brow he would gladly pretend didn't see. The other juniors chime their enthusiasm, more than thrilled to have the party animal senior joining in as the empty beer bottle gets plopped down and spun while some drunk freshman tries to open the Pocky wrapper open without snapping all the biscuits in half.

If Valko had a tail, you'd definitely see it wagging. Too enthusiastic, too obvious as you sigh and slightly shake your head when the bottle points at you. A chorus of 'oooh!' echoes through the small space before someone else reaches out and spins it again and you could see the slight, almost imperceptible twitch of Valko's teal evol.

Mischievous little cheater and using the very pull of what little iron particles he could pull from the floor. The bottle lands on him slowly and pretends to groan, "Aw already?" he bemoans, entertaining already hammered college students who goad and cheer on you both.

Rolling your eyes, you take the biscuit and crawl towards him in the way that makes him gulp. Placing the Pocky between your teeth, you tilt your head to beckon him to move forward. He immediately surges forward, and you have to scoff out your amusement. "You're so obvious," you murmur subtly, barely moving your lips.

"And they're drunk," he whispers before latching on to the tail end of the biscuit.

Your noses nearly touch, the sounds of whoops and goads now muffled as you stay still while he holds onto your jaw, firm but not painful when he starts chomping down.

Little by little, he inches closer and closer, hand finding your nape, noses bumping against each other. You tilt your head, the familiarity of it all making him grin before he inches in, the familiar scend of sandalwood and pine flooding your senses, hot and heady.

The moment your lips are close to touching, you knew he was going to try and kiss you, therefore blowing your cover. Immediately snapping down at your end, your incisors bite of what's left and the tiniest piece you could muster falls on your waiting hands. He wants to pout, but the moment you huff in victory, it all falls back to a lazy, adoring smile.

"Someone measure it!" you say, one of the juniors bringing out a caliper and meticulously slide down to the smallest centimeter. "Holy shit, 0.5 centimeters!"

Smiling cockily, you huff and face the rest;

"Any other challengers?"

a/n: wrote this a little unwell and feeling wonky so definitely not my best ever + i AM working on the longer form fics, please bear with me! <3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 1.3k words | domestic fluff, uncle!valko, babysitting, chinese honorifics juijiu = uncle, jiuma = auntie

"Do you think he'd like me around?" you ask, the gift bag dangling from your fingers, heavy with the toy train and some freeze-dried raspberries and peaches. Valko looks down with a smile, wide and excited to see his nephew again. His hand is warm against your back as both of you walk along the pavement leading to his sister's estate.

"You can try," he chuckles, "But nobody beats his uncle Valko," he beams at you, all cocky and mischievous. With your lips pursed to the side, you bump against him, making him stumble slightly to the side. "A girl can try to be in his good graces, at least."

"And I have never doubted you for a second, pretty," he grins as you playfully smack his arm before hooking your hand on the crook of his elbow. "You're lucky I love you," you warn playfully.

"Juijiu!" the little boy immediately darts for the door, only to pause upon seeing you tailing his beloved uncle as he turns around and runs back in, holding onto his mother’s pants, shy and hesitant with a new person.

"Now why the u-turn, Vicky?" Valko couldn't help but laugh, handing over the basket of fruit in his hand to his younger sister. "Enjoy your day today, I know, I know I'm such a great big brother," he pats her head, her own ears lifting as she laughs and rolls her eyes, addressing you.

"Sorry you have to deal with this dork on a daily basis. And don't worry about Victor! He's normally just a shy pup, he'd open up eventually with snacks," she chuckles and gently presses a kiss to your cheek. "I'll leave my baby with the two of you. Thank you so much for accompanying my gege,"

When the fanfare ends in the foyer, you and Valko find yourselves in the expansive living room, Victor shyly peering at you while he stays in Valko's arms, tiny hands clutched on his uncle's designer cardigan. Tiny Vicky buries his face in Valko's neck as you smile at him sweetly, arms outstretched with the gift bag.

"Victor! I brought you gifts and snacks, you want some?" you ask, voice slightly high pitched as Valko rubs the tiny pup's back, "Go and take the snacks, Vicky," he encourages, despite his earlier teasing, there was no way he couldn't help you with trying to win his nephew over.

And finally, after seemingly assessing the closeness between you and his uncle, he steps forward, fingers twiddling with each other before you pop out a freeze dried raspberry and hold it out to him, "Here, have a treat,"

He takes it in his mouth, small and cute before he visibly relaxes, tiny tail now slowly swaying as he gives a little dance at the sweetness of the snack. "Do you want to see your gift?" you ask, head tilted to the side as he turns to synonyms for confused Valko who nods encouragingly. He turns back to you and nods, "Yes please, jiuma,"

Clapping your hands in delight, you hand him a box wrapped in gift paper, and he squats down, tearing off the gift with surprising dexterity for a three-year old.

Valko scoots up closer to you, your shoulders brushing against each other, "See? You're doing great," he assures, pressing a tender kiss on your temple while watching Victor unwrap the toy train, eyes sparkling and tiny, baby wolf ears perking up.

Huffing as Victor excitedly rushes to him, he shows the train proudly, "Juijiu look! Train!"

Valko chuckles and pats Victor's head, "Did you say thank you to jiuma?"

Victor's ears momentarily flatten, his hand wrapped around Valko's pinky as he faces you and gives a very polite bow, "Thank you jiuma," he mumbles, soft and gentle as your heart absolutely melts.

His cheeks were cute and rounded, prominent with his lowered head. Reaching out, you gently pet his head, "You're welcome," you smile, assuring and bright before he turns back to Valko and sits in his lap, lifting his new toy up to show him.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, lovely and healing.

"Then…I'll prepare some fruit for the little guy," Valko suddenly announces after playing with Victor for a while. Looking at you, he shoots a grin that has 'Do well!' plastered on his face, thumb stuck out before completely leaving you and the little guy alone.

"Wh-What am I supposed to do?" you panic when he starts walking away. "Just let him play for a while, usually he's more receptive when people don't try and hound his attention,"

So there you stayed, right beside the busy Victor when he rolls the trains across the living room floor, doing his best to assemble the tracks together with tiny hands, and you have to hold everything back to try and help him.

Watching, you simply stay close before he finally looks up, eyes assessing you for a moment before he stands up with a small grunt, bum stuck up the air first before his little body straightens. "Jiuma, help please," he enunciates the best he could, waddling over with a relaxed tail and tentatively lifted ears, "Need to…need to put together," he sways his tail slowly.

"You want me to put it together?" you ask in surprise, a little touched he was asking for your help. He nods. "Ung,"

You crawl forward, piecing the tracks together as he watches over your shoulder, shirt bunched against his hands in concentration as you finished the cyclical track. "There we go," you smile at him, and to your surprise, he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, as if out of habit.

"There we go," you smile at him, and to your surprise, he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, as if out of habit. "Thank you, jiuma," he says, absolutely precious. Finding his spot, he sits on the space where your legs are crossed, showing his train to you this time. "Do you like trains, Vicky?" you ask him as he nods. "I like all cars," he says, eyes sparkling up at you, "And public transport," he adds with the struggle on his 'l's and 'r's. "Really?" you hum, entertaining his willingness to open up. "Like what cars?" His ears perk up in excitement, "Like! Like buses, and taxis, and airplanes!" You couldn't help but chuckle, "Airplanes are cars?" "I think so," he tilts his head, now pensive. "Is it?" Valko returns with a bowl of fruit, "Has he taken my spot now?" he teases, seeing him nestled comfortably with you. "Mmm, you might have serious competition babe," you tease, grinning up at him as Valko huffs, setting the fruit down the coffee table. Picking Victor up from your space, the pup squirms and whines, "Juijiu! I wanna sit with jiuma!" Valko clamps his arms around Victor's middle, not letting him free, "Nuh-uh! She's my mate!" he teases the poor pup. Victor squeals once his uncle starts tickling him, a loud and joyous little sound as he curls up into him. "I like jiuma," Victor pouts at him as Valko sucks in a breath, "Look at you, Mr. Steal Your Girl," he huffs. You couldn't help but lean against Valko's shoulder with a wide smile, absolutely floored with the fluffy feeling of domesticity. "Jiuma, do you like juijiu?" Vicky asks with a small pout as you gently tap his nose, "I do," you admit as easily as he asks. "I looove Vicky's juijiu the most! Is that okay?" you grin as he thinks for a moment. He tightens his grip on Valko's shirt, looking up at him curiously then at you, then at Valko again. "Juijiu, do you love jiuma?" he asks with a blink. Valko looks at you, reaching out to gently caress your cheek with a sweet smile. "Absolutely, I love her the most,"

a/n: very very frequent watcher of tros, and my favorite ep ever is the one with eunwoo + heedo + nayeon. love love heedo/nayeon, i think they're so cute. definitely a big inspo for this drabble lol, iykyk

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 785 words; smut, MDNI | subby!valko, piv, male squirting, overstim, use of puppy as a petname, afab!mc, use of pretty girl and its variations, cowgirl, mc has dracryphilia

He'd simply listen to his sisters when they gave him the code and beta application for the built-in health app with one of their model prototypes. Growing up with two sisters close to your age teaches you that you simply shut up and listen, trust in a vision that even if it doesn't serve you directly, would benefit others.

His first mistake was not looking into the app and code features further. The second? Not knowing what each phase does.

So when he opens up your shared calendar with him, ready to input a spontaneous date day that came to him in a dream, he misses the significance of the pink dot beneath the number of the day he picked.

That was his third mistake. Taking your due compliance and no complaint of being reserved on such a day as victory.

Why wouldn't he? When his pretty little love shows up, glowy and well-rested and smelling like she had just touched herself before she got to his penthouse.

…What?

"Take your clothes off,"

What?!

"That's the first thing you're telling me, prettiest?" he balks in surprise, absolutely floored at the speed of progression.

You raise an unamused brow, removing your summer cardigan, looking over your shoulder. "Did I stutter?"

"Ngh! Pretty girl, please…!" he gasps, his tie straining against his wrist tightly, almost painfully. "I– I can't!"

You have your jaw grit, molars clenching and grinding against each other as you pant and press your hands against his chest, knees buckled down against his ribs, gyrating and bouncing on his cock like there is no tomorrow.

Tight, hot, and extra feverish, you couldn't help but keep going, even with the frothy base of his cum and your juices squelch between the both of you. How many times has he cum already? Being pushed down by his girl had his head already reeling but the lack of being able to use his hands was torturous in the way he was so, so, so tired, but so aroused his cock refused to stay soft.

"Just a little more," you whine, high and heady as you bargain with him, continuing to scratch that itchy spot, the pleasure too addicting to pass up on. Some part of you even wanted his babies, his seed to be locked in you.

"Prettiest–!" he gasps, the headboard shaking as the silk tie you used on him starts to snap at the threads, "I can't cum…please baby, I can't cum anymore," he pants, chest and neck reddened with heat and arousal, blood rushing everywhere. "Lemme…lemme eat you out instead, pretty girl," he pants, canines clamped down against each other tightly. "Please?"

But the blood rushing in your ears provide more formidable than his sobs. Along with the haze stuffing your brain with cotton, he looked so pretty, with tears pricking his hazy amber eyes, slobber and saliva spilling out the corners of his mouth, rapid ascent of his chest, and the veins bulging out from his flushed neck and forehead.

"One more," you whimper and beg, "One more for me puppy," you accelerate your speed the best you can, chasing your own high as he whimpers, the sound coming from deep within the cavern of his chest. "Wait…! Wait, get off! Something weird–" he stammers and struggles against the silk tie, breaking into ribbons but before he could pull you off his cock, his knees buck up, back arching and inevitably pulling you in deeper.

You feel it sloshing deep in you, scalding hot and wet as you gasp and shudder, cumming with him as your body tenses up. It drips from your weepy pussy, clear and liquid.

"…Puppy," you breathlessly look down, seeing the soaked sheets, "Did you squirt before I could…?" you couldn't help but grin, lower lip caught between your teeth as he covers his face in shame and embarrassment, wrists rubbed raw and red.

"I told you to get off," he sniffles. You lean down and remove his hands from covering his reddened visage, pressing a gentle kiss on the apple of his cheek, "You did so well, puppy. So, so well,"

You slowly get off him, a sensitive and overworked whimper escaping him before he watches with half-lidded eyes, drunk at the sight of your leaking pussy. Despite his spent cock, he tugs at your hips, pushing you forward as his eyes shimmer with neediness.

"Let me clean you up, prettiest? Wanna taste you," he breathlessly begs. You gently caress his jaw, lip curling up with a coy and devious smirk.

"Go on then, puppy. Feast."

a/n: not my best work, but tbf i did stop writing smut for a hot minute. ill improve eventually 💪