áŻâ your scent turns valko on at the worst times
Top 3 worst places to get a boner:
1. On a public transport
2. During a presentation
3. At a family gathering!
Obviously, he didn't want his family to see his boner, but there it was already, hiding underneath the random throw pillow he grabbed.
It wasn't Valko's fault.
It was yours.
You'd been sitting beside him, listening to his cousins talk about God knows what. To be honest, he wasn't listening. He was too focused on you.
You looked so nice today; all cute and modest because you were nervous to see his family. He just wanted to be closer to you. So, he dragged you in by your waist and leaned toward you, simply wanting to rest his head on your shoulder.
But then your scent hit himâthat sweet cloying smell that made his insides burn.
He shifted on the couch, his skin feeling like it was being pulled taut. Then, slowly, he saw it; a very obvious tent forming in his jeans. Great. Just great.
He cleared his throat, his cheeks burning as he grabbed the nearest throw pillow and pulled it over his lap.
And then you said something. He wasn't sure what.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" you said.
Go away, go away. If he thought it enough, maybe his boner would ... you know, go away.
"What?"
"Can you come with me to the bathroom?" you repeated.
Fuck. Of course. Just his luck.
"UhâŚ" His eyes flicked away. "It's down the hall. Second door on the left."
You frowned at him. "I asked if you could come with me, Valko. Just wait outside the door. Please?"
"Just go with her, man," one of his cousins said.
Valko ignored him. He sighed, his face growing hotter. "I can'tâŚ" he mumbled.
You squinted. "What?"
"I can't," he said louder, but quiet enough that only you could hear.
"Why not?"
He sighed, grabbing you by your arm and pulled you closer to speak into your ear. Big mistake. Because now he had the overwhelming urge to bury his nose in your neck and pretend his cousins weren't here. "Because you smell too good," he muttered, his voice strained.
Your brows pinched together. "What? Valko, what the hell are you talking aboutâ?"
He huffedâan annoyed little soundânot at you, at the situation. "I have a boner," he finally said.
You gawked at him. "From what, smelling me?"
His ears flattened against his head. When you said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. But he swallowed his pride. His hand tightened on your arm, keeping you still. "Just⌠Just sit here for a minute."
"A minute?! Valko, I really need to pâ"
"It's not my fault you smell so good!" he huffed.
His cousin barked out a laugh. "Valko, you dirty dog."
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So apparently after some further research and observations its heavily implied Zayne has a voice kink and now im just high for him AUGHH đŤđ¤¤đ¤Š
(Its been commented more specifically on new promise card and that card where they banged on the spring)
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He absolutely loves to hear you moan and say his name! I think part of it stems from how Zayne always feels undeserving of you, and loved you for so long that he just can't even wrap his head around you being with him, so he just needs to hear it all the time
tags/cw: fluff!! suggestive content, love biting, drabble
an: this is my first fluff and I love it. My adorable wolf hubby â¤ď¸
wc: 345~
At first, you aren't sure why. Valko would never bite hard enough to break your skin. In fact, he couldn't bear the thought of seeing you bleed. When you first moved in together, you thought Valko only liked to bite you in bed, especially when you'd feel his fangs sink into your shoulder while he was taking you from behind. Or when he nipped at your thighs every time his face was buried between them.Â
But over time, you became increasingly aware that it was more of a habit for him than a preference. Of course, to Valko you âtaste good,â but it seems to be more than that. Valko would sink his teeth into any exposed skin on your body while you were washing the dishes, brushing your teeth, doing your makeup, anything where a mouthable part of you was in his line of sight.
âY'look sho pretty,â
Valko would compliment you, voice muffled against the skin of your arm as he stared into the mirror reflection of your half dolled up face.
His fluffy tail would wag uncontrollably as soon as your taste hit his tongue, eliciting a small whine from him each time. Valko couldn't help it. He had this unexplainable urge every time he saw you.
You didn't think much of it, just petting him between his ears while he got his fill, hearing an almost purr like sound rumbling from his chest. It was comforting. One night, unable to sleep, you came across a video explaining what âlove bitingâ means when dogs do itÂ
âYour dog could be trying to get your attention, or be excited. But most likely, they're bonding with you.â
The woman's voice is just loud enough for you to hear as Valko laid peacefully beside you. You click off your phone just before feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
âYou're awake?â You whisper
âMhmmâŚâÂ
Valko's teeth find your shoulder, uncovered by your pajama shirt. He pulls back, giving the faint mark a caring lick.Â
âLove biting, huh?â
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Itâs been days. No texts, no stupid voice notes of him rambling about his day, no random âyou eat yet?â messages as soon as you got off work like clockwork. This isnât Valko. Your puppy is glued to his phone when it comes to you. So after one too many hours of anxious pacing, you grab the spare key he gave you months ago (âjust in case, sweetheartâ) and storm over to his place.
Your heart is hammering the whole way. Worst case scenarios flash through your head, him passed out, bleeding, hurt over something he didnât tell you about. Youâd take that.
But the second you push the door open, the air hits you like whiplash.
Stuffy. Thick. Heavy with something musky, sweet, and feral that makes your stomach flip. Thatâs when you hear it, muffled, desperate panting, broken groans, the faint creak of a bedframe.
Your brain short circuits. You donât think. Before you have time to mentally catch up, you just move, storming straight to his massive bedroom and shoving the door open.
And holy fuck.
Valko is sprawled across his bed, completely naked, skin glistening with sweat. His ears are fully out, twitching wildly. His tail thumps hard against the sheets. Heâs fisting his cock with frantic, sloppy strokes, thatâs when you notice; itâs huge, thick, flushed dark and leaking all over his abs. His chiseled chest heaves, abs flexing with every desperate roll of his hips. Those thick thighs are trembling. And when your eyes finally drag up to his face⌠his eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed crimson, and there are actual tears clinging to his lashes.
He looks wrecked
Youâre frozen in the doorway, mouth hanging open unable to look away from the obscene sight. The way his big hand struggles to even wrap fully around himself. The way his hips keep bucking up like he canât stop. The wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
Before you can even process it, his movements stutter to a halt.
Wide, frantic golden eyes snap to yours. His ears shoot straight up. For a second he just stares at you, chest still heaving, cock twitching hard in his grip like it has a mind of its own.
Then something clicks behind that hazy gaze.
ââŚYouâre here,â he rasps, voice wrecked and deeper than youâve ever heard it. A broken groan slips out as something seems to overwhelm him, making his hips jerk involuntarily into his fist again. âFuck- you⌠you shouldnât see me like this-â
âP-please please V-Valko! Valko please t-tell him to let me cum!â Your choked whimpers send a knife through his heart, though it has little effect on Zayne, who rips the vibrator away from you with no mercy.
âC-come on doc, donât you think sheâs had enough?â The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.
"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.
"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.
"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.
Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.
"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.
"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.
"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.
"Alright, you can make her cum. But if you do...you aren't allowed to cum tonight."
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synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OUâ enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. thatâs the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and heâs already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But thatâs not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, heâs talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He canât help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock wonât stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
ââŚko,â He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
ââŚalko.â There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and heâd thank you.
âValko!â He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lickâ
âYeah?â His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like heâs keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. Youâre so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and biteâ
âAs I was saying,â You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. âWe need to make sure youâre comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when thereâs full moons, right?â
âMmh.â Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, youâre well aware that heâs got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. Youâre not ignorant.Â
What you donât know is that heâs much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. Itâs you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He canât be bad, he canât be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he canât even hide it anymore.Â
Youâre rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.Â
ââŚunless thatâs too extreme.â You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? Whatâs going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasnât like this last month. âLook, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that itâs a supermoon it could be worse, but Iâd prefer you to actually respondâ oh.â
Valko is drooling. Valkoâs eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.Â
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you wonât say anything foolish.Â
âDonât laugh.â Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.Â
âI wasnât going to.â You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two havenât shared the bed recently. Youâve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And youâve been very wound up these last few days.
âI think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.â A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. Youâre making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.Â
âOh, is it getting worse?â You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valkoâs lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
âPleaseâŚâ
âWhat do you need me to do, my love?â Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.Â
You donât want that, though. He has to say it.
âI canât help if you donât tell me.â
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesnât want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesnât make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and youâre giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do⌠will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. âYou have to tell me no if you canât do it.â
âI will.â You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
âIf youâre grossed outââ
âI wonât be grossed out, Val.â You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. âNothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that Iâll handle whatever you need and that Iâll tell you if I canât. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.â
That makes him chuckle. âYouâll tell me the second youâre uncomfortable?â
âThe millisecond.â
His next request comes out more sheepishly. âYouâll tell me Iâm doing good?â
âIâll put a poet to shame.â
âPull my hair?â
âPut a collar on you too if youâre feeling feisty.â
A sigh of relief escapes Valkoâs lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. âI want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.â
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight youâd think heâs terrified that youâll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for youâ that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only âdifficultâ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and thatâs just because heâs antsy whenever the full moon happens.Â
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
Youâve been bouncing on the manâs cock for two hours.Â
Youâre not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.Â
âValâ ooh, fuck!â Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesnât mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, heâs lost the need to think.
âS-So good,â His throat is torn from how loud heâs been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then heâd end up swelling so much that heâd be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldnât have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?Â
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still wonât give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. â âm I fuckinâ you good?â
âHahâ mhm. Such a good boy.â You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isnât all that you can sense. âSo big and thick and hot⌠soâ Valkoâ so full âf you, want you deeper, youâre so good!â
Youâre on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valkoâs strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. Itâs the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if heâs been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like youâre made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
âValko,â You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and youâll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. âIâm close. Iâm so close. Hnn, need youâ cum with me.â
âYouâ oh, you sure?â He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. âIâllââ
âKnot me, mhm.â You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This manâs frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that thereâs reason to complain. âYouâre gonna swell up so fuckinâ thick, yeah?â
He nods. âGonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ân rut into me?â
âYeah,â He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. â âm gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.â You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
âThen youâll be a good boy, right?â You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. âCum with me, and stay inside all night.â You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. âCan you do that for me?â
Valkoâs a simple man. You ask for something and heâll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, âI love you.â
âI know, baby.â You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valkoâs hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once heâs soft. âNow be good and cum with me.âÂ
â§Ëę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ SYNOPSIS once in a while, your dear boyfriend goes through an intensive rutâ all of a sudden you are the only cure to the pain heâs feeling!
â§Ëę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ GENRE smut, porn with little plot
â§Ëę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ INCLUDES Valko
â§Ëę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ CONTENT WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | pwlp | hybrid AU | wolf hybrid | feral Valko | mating press | piv | implied creampies | dirty talk | unprotected sex | breeding | mention of bloodÂ
At the start of the month it was almost completely unnoticeable, subtle. . but that sweet and slightly frustrating heat in his lower stomach was only intensifying by every passing day. Valkoâs already sensitive senses were heightened even further than before; the sweet and addictive scent of your pheromones, the gentle touch of you when you lightly caressed his arms, and even the mere split second where he sees you has become far too dangerously intoxicating. Here you are, peacefully relaxing into his side while scrolling on your phoneâ and yet, heâs salivating like a feral dog, burying his face deeper into your hair to greedily inhale and exhale your suffocating scent, eyes blown wide with hunger and lust. . hunger to completely eat you up.
âOhgodâ! Valko âmmhp. . I- I need a break!â You hiccup out through loud wails and breathless moans, shivering and trembling widely from the overwhelming pleasure Valko has bringing for hours after hours.Â
Your voice is completely battered and high pitched from how much youâve been screaming in ecstasy every time Valko forces his thick cock into your drooling hole, pushing you over the edge over and over until heâs reduced you into a babbling mess. Godd. . how long has it been since your boyfriend trapped you on the bed?
Keeping you immobilized in the meanest mating press, rough hands splayed on the underside of your soft thighsâ forcing your thighs to stay glued to your plump chest. Â
âG- god. . you feel sooo good âround meâ! This pussy is just so ânghh, t- tight ân. . hckkâ wetâ Valko stutters out, shameless with his words.Â
âNeedaâ f- fill you up âfuckk! wannaâ -haaah ohfuck, wa- wanna fill you up till your dripping m- my cum out, babyâ he pants out between groans of your name and breathless whimpers, his terry digging into his bottom lip till scarlet trickles from the small punctures.Â
With a broken, whiney voice, you loudly squeal out his nameâ tears trickling down your flushed cheek as fresh tears waters in your glossy eyes. When he leans down to be closer to your exhausted body, the angle only has his thick cock sinking even deeper into your creamy pussy. . eliciting a sweet wail, your body uselessly writhing. That hungry mouth of Valkoâs finds itself suckling on the exposed and sensitive skin of your neck, tongue dragging along your sweaty skin.Â
With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw and swollen velvety walls, his thick cum pours down the delightful curve of your ass. . staining the messy fabric below. Needily, Valko suckles the skin of your neck aggressively, a wet pop filling the room when he pulls away to admire the pretty mark he left. Your flavor; sweet, inviting, and addictive lingers on his tongue, cock bobbing in your gooey, white- covered walls.
âN- noo â mmhp! ne- need more of this sweet, baby!â Valko whines out pathetically, his grip tightening on your poor thighsâ surely there will be a bruise on your tender flesh.Â
The thickened knot at the base of his cock pulses widely, kissing at your swollen pussy lips with every mean thrust.Â
âValkoâ!â You gasp out, shivering violently when his lips find your sweet spot on your neck, submitting to his own instincts. . those sharp canines of his drag along your poor skin until you conceive his mark.
Your velvet walls convulse and squeeze so tightly around his cock, a lewd squeal torn from you when your pussy erotically sprays your juices on Valkoâs abdomen. He tears a whiney shriek from you when one of his hands slides from your thighs to rub firmly and roughly at your swollen clitâ groaning in pure delight when more jets of your juices sprays from your over sensitive cunt.
âNnnghâ. . ohfuckk! H- haah, ca- canât take it! Too muchâ!â You moan out, throwing your head against the pillow, hair sprawled out.Â
âCâmonn, le- lef me ânghh fuckfuckfuck. . fill you with my pups, babyâ He groans out in a primal tone, cock twitching and drooling thick beads of precum in your walls.
Heâs soo close, knot throbbing painfully as it begs to be buried deep in your creamy pussy. You barely manage to arch your back, shouting out his and when your cunt is stretched out by the thick swell of his knot. Valko whines, drool seeping from his lips to drip on your neck as his knot slowly and slowly spreads your hole wider to accommodate the extra stretch.Â
It slips in with an obscure and loud squealchh, eliciting loud moans from both of you as it just presses deeper and deeper into your poor pussy. Valko opens his mouth wide, groaning as he bites at your neck, sharp teeth piercing into your until blood seeps from the small punctures. . his tongue smoothing the aching areaâ you let out an ear piercing scream, sobbing as you feel his wet tongue smearing against your sensitive skin.
âHaaahâ! Ohfuckfuckfuck! V- Valko. . hckkâ You wail out, a new batch of fat tears pouring from your glossy eye as your hole lewdly slurps his knot until it is seated deep in your cunt.
âJu- just like thatt. . nnghhâ y- you take me soo wellâ!â Valko whines out, closing his eyes tightly, shoving his nose into your hair to sniff up your delicious scent while his tail wags fastly.Â
Valkoâs balls twitch and tighten as thick ropes of his cum shoot deep into your spasming holeâ your belly bloated from how much heâs been filling you up. Your pussy throbs and aches, a small ring of cum forming around his base, his balls throbbing against your ass as his cock throbs. . shooting more and more cum into your sloppy hole. And with his knot stuck and plunging your cunt, your trembling and whining from the fullnessâ not knowing what to do with yourself. Â
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When you realized you'd run out of your usual night time moisturizer, you figured it would be a ten minute trip to the drug store. In and out.
What you hadn't expected is for your stupid hot doctor that you had a huge crush on to be standing two feet away from you just as you step out of the building. You, dressed in an old hoodie, sweatpants and hair a mess.
Great. Just great.
And of course, before you can double back and sprint home, he turns and spots you.
"Hello. It's late, should you be asleep?" It's a pointed question, one that sounds more 'why aren't you asleep'. You press your lips together, feeling like you might melt into the pavement if he looks at you for a moment longer.
"I'm heading home now! I just needed to grab something from the store." You bounce on your heels, both desperate to make your escape and a little giddy at seeing Zayne. How can a person look so pretty after a 12 hour shift at the hospital?
"I see. I should walk you home, it's quite dark out." He steps closer to you, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. Wow he even smells good.
Fuck, when was the last time you washed this hoodie?
He stops when you reach the door of your apartment, the conversation dying off. It's too late to invite him in, and you know he's probably exhausted.
"Goodnight Zayne. Thank you for walking me home." You smile, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. He nods almost imperceptibly. You think he's about to leave without a word, but then, as if acting on a complete impulse, he speaks.
"Of course. You...you look beautiful tonight." His ears have gone red and he blinks quickly, as if he doesn't quite believe he just said that. Frankly, neither can you. So, you do the natural thing and swing your door open.
fluff headcanons pt. 2 on valko as our boyfriend cause i miss him
a/n: GOD I HATE INFOLD/PAPERGAMES OHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO GREEDY OUGH. they really piss me tf off.
part 1
valko refers y/n as "miss protagonist" because he sees her as the perfect lead in his perspective. he's the number one hypeman and fan especially when y/n feels down or insecure. OH and he's the type of boyfriend who'd hold her by the waist while giving shower of kisses to show some love to his favorite protagonist.
"Mhmm, yeah? Is my favorite protagonist feelin' confident now?" He chuckles before planting a kiss to her forehead then to her cheek. "Want me to praise you a lil' more, Miss?"
valko has a private cottage in the woods, usually uses it as a family hangout spot or resting place after hunts. but when y/n came to his life, it became their safe haven. valko jokes how much you made his private space domesticated but he's still ordering the things you asked for.
leaning on the nerd!valko side, he's extremely hyperfixiated on games. competitive, lore-heavy, or some rando indie he foundâ you'd see him playing around in his spare time in his ceo office. kudos to him, he lets his nieces/nephews to borrow his account or play competitve games with them.
sucks at racing games though but a really good openworld player. (i'd like to think that because he's so keen in research and technology, i wouldn't be surprised he's researching for lore and game theories too)
he's so touchy like a velcro boyfriend but during the first few months in the relationship, he only does small gestures. valko's the type to cling to your pinkie until you initiate to hold his hand fully. valko's the type to hold your shoulder or back so he could wait for you to hug first. you wouldn't say he's shy to initiate, he's very far from it. it's just that he has territorial instincts that he holds himself back because he respects your boundaries first than his needs.
so it came to a surprise when you start to initiate huge physical affections from his small ones. later on, he became more confident that he can openly be a territorial and clingy boyfriend without holding back.
valko does so much eskimo kisses rather than full on kisses. in the mornings, he'd find himself waking y/n up with such reverence while whispering good morning to you. before hunts, he'd come to you face-to-face to inhale your scent as if it's the last time he'd see you. he always makes sure that your scent immortalizes within him before leaving.
headcannons i'd give to loml valko (purely sfw! very indulgent no beta)
valko ironically has a fidget toy or a squeeze toy. he'd let you borrow his mini toy not to play fetch but rather to calm adrenaline down post-hunts or stressful chairman duties. it varies depending where he goes but he often uses a metal little ball he carries around to mold or throw it whenever he pleases.
with that being said, you and valko would banter most of the time with the metal ball throwing in the air. it grounds and levels them both equally while distracting themselves from the problem.
valko would side-eye you if you reference ABO to him but doesn't judge you for that. he's kinda... intrigued that you thought he'd be that alpha ceo trope when he literally lives in a matriarch family and extremely competent as a chairman.
valko would tease you and pretends to be alpha ceo to make you cringe at him. very effective and would never stop anytime soon.
valko is not a picky eater but always eats meat rather than veggies. no pork? okay maybe beef. no beef? okay, he could go for chicken. no available meat? expect his tail go down before eating his greens.
valko went to college and is an actual loser himbo. went to a fraternity but didn't get into a relationship much because he's too locked in between his studies, family, or balancing his diet between human and werewolf food.
valko's werewolf ears would perk up when there's treats. nosy puppy wants that cookie so bad and it's a damn kibble.
valko wears bracelets or bands given by his family. it's either a sign of respect, familial love, or just giving it away but nevertheless he always kept them in good condition and switches it out before he goes to hunting.
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⢠cw: titty fucking, 'pup' petname, nonmc!reader, messy orgasm, swearing, mild praise; very short, no plot just smut. minors DNI
⢠this was just a way for me to get the idea out of my head and turn my sadness into anything more pleasant; enjoy!
âAhâ fuck, pup⌠squeeze âem for me, yeah? Just a little more,â he whispered, hands gripping the top of the headboard.
The wood groaned and splintered slightly under his white-knuckled grip, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. You couldnât hear it; you couldnât see. All that existed was the heavy weight pinning your body down, the crushing warmth between your breasts, and the slick, relentless slide of Valkoâs cock, sliding between them. Each desperate thrust brushed the leaking tip right against your parted lips. He straddled your stomach, hovering just enough to control the agonisingly slow pace before driving down hard once more.
Your hands throbbed with a dull ache from squeezing your breasts together, straining to make the channel as narrow and tight as possible. You knew exactly how much he craved the restriction. Precum slicked your skin, painting your chest, pooling at your collarbones, and smearing all the way up to your neck. He was relentless, driven by a desperate edge, his deep grunts mixing with breathless whimpers as his hips thrust roughly against you. The sheer volume of wetness was obscene, making his length slide with effortless ease and causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, dampening the short crops of his burgundy hair from the intense exertion.
It had started the way it always did, with the two of you tangled on the couch the moment he walked through the door from work. He still had his glasses on when you decided to turn up the heat. Valko was completely powerless against you. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and youâd been walking around in a tight camisole that pushed your breasts up without any effort at all. He worshipped every single inch of your body, but that specific view? It had him twitching in his trousers instantly.
Which was exactly how youâd ended up here: pinned to the mattress, your boyfriend straddling your torso and fucking your tits. A perfectly ruined, utterly flawless evening.
âValâŚâ you whimpered softly, eyes rolling back.
Your lips parted a little, and the blunt head of his length slid in, stopping right before your teeth. The deep, vibrating moan that tore from his throat made your entire body buzz. You were aching just as intensely, heat dripping down your thighs while your pussy clenched helplessly around empty space.
âA bit more, pup. You can take it,â he rasped, looking down at you. The usual gold of his eyes had burned down to a dark, heavy amber, his pupils completely blown out. âAwh, do your hands hurt? Itâs okay, just a little longer,â he cooed reassuringly, while your whole body shook from the rough, trembling rhythm of his hips.
His tail swooped down, brushing lazily across your bare thighs. You whimpered at the sensation, goosebumps erupting instantly as the soft fur rippled against your sensitised skin. He continued to slide in and out of the tight space you held for him, his balls tightening painfully as the friction pushed him closer to the edge.
âPup⌠fuck⌠ohâ babeâŚâ he groaned desperately, his abdominal muscles locking up. Truth be told, and he really didn't want to fight it anyway, the overwhelming crest of his orgasm completely shattered his control.
A low howl tore from his chest, echoing through the bedroom and probably across all of Linkon, as he shot his load across your chest and face. Thick, burning-hot ropes of cum splattered against your skin. You gasped, squeezing your eyes tightly shut to avoid the risk of another eye infection. The heavy warmth spilled everywhere while he rode out the peak of the high, finally slumping forward until his head rested heavily against the wall above the headboard.
âMy pup⌠look at you,â he whispered a long moment later. His eyes fluttered open, tracking down to look at you with a crooked, exhausted smile as he panted for breath.
His fingers reached down, tracing the contour of your face to smear a few stray drops across your skin. You never minded the mess; you always took it perfectly, entirely content with how completely he used you. Covered in his cum, you looked like a masterpiece. And looking down at you now, he already couldn't wait to stuff you full of it next.
tw cardiac surgery đâđŠ wolfsnow x f!reader, based on irl events rn. i have an immediate family member in the OR for cardiac surgery and.. itâs hard.
âtalk to me.â
two warm hands, big and calloused, rest on your shoulders from behind. they begin a slow, gentle and firm massage down your spine. you close your eyes with a sigh.
the monitor above still glows, cheerful as ever, with its colorful lights in neatly rowed boxesâneon green for procedures yet to start, orange for those on hold, and red for those already in the recovery room.
you know, even without opening your eyes, that the box youâve been closely following the past two hours is still dark green.
ICU IV ID #505. PROCEDURE IN PROGRESS.
âhey,â valko interrupts, hands still climbing down your back. âyâknow zayneâs in there with the focus of a precision laser right now. heâs not gonna let anythinâ bad happen to his patient, thatâs for sure. âspecially if he knows how much they mean to you.â
âiâm just so impatient,â you confess, finally letting your eyes flutter open at the brush of a tail. âand worried.â
valko only hums. his tail curves in an almost protective manner around your torso. âthese things take time, pup. theyâll be out in no time with only good news.â
âtell me: has zayne ever failed you before?â
yellow eyes pierce your soulâin a flash, valko is kneeling in front of you, warm hands engulfing yours and caressing them with the care one would give to a newborn child.
your brain wracks itself clean for a proper answer. coming up short, you slowly begin to shake your head, and valko grins a lopsided smile. the faint dip of his dimple is visible, to which you stare at with a small pout on your face.
âno,â you respond softly. âno, he hasnât. neither have you.â
the manâs grin only widens, and his dimple deepens further. you resist the urge to poke it. âatta girl. zayne would be proud of that answer.â
you canât resist. his skin is squishy when you pinch it, and all of a sudden, the box on the screen feels a little smaller when you look at it. the pit in your stomach dulls in worry, too. he beams at you in response.
âcâmon, letâs go grab a bite before doctor zayne comes bearing his good olâ medic report.â valkoâs already pulling you towards the door, rubbing a soothing hand down the curve of your hip.
âwe can get him a treat, too,â you add in thoughtfully.
he smiles, gentle. adoring.
âyes, we can. canât let our pack go hungry, after all.â
synopsis: after getting pricked by a porcupine, valko is sentenced to the cone of shame for 7 days. the vet has one additional instruction: avoid skin-to-skin contact with you.
slowly, he descends into depravity.
tags: fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship, porn with plot, sexual tension, porcupine, valko goes to the vet, poorly researched veterinary procedure, valko implied to have previously been sprayed by a skunk, this dog eats chocolate, plot gets progressively hornier, clingy valko, switch valko, begging, facesitting, cunnilingus, face riding, cum eating, doggy position, spit kink, scent kink, licking, light predator prey, light wrestling, floor sex, male masturbation, voyeurism, biting, manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex, knotting, at least i tried knotting im not too involved with that so i dont know for certain, shirt sniffing, pillow sniffing, these are out of order, poorly proofread
pairing: valko x fem reader
word count: 5.4k
a/n: may you forever frolic in that big forest in the sky đď¸
âKoko! Where are you? Weâre going to be late!â
Your gut swirls with worry as you check your phone again. Itâs been over an hourâis he still not back from his run?Â
Any longer, and your reserved seats for the newest horror movie would be stolen for sure. Not that you think heâd mind, thoughâhe usually curled up into you before the second act even started.Â
Peering around the backyard, you scan the dense, verdant woods in all directions. Heâd never dedicated himself to any particular trail, which meant that he could return from anywhere.Â
It also meant that he could be anywhere right now.Â
Fighting a losing battle with unease, you slide your phone into your back pocket and take a few timid steps toward the forest. No matter where he was, heâd come running if you got into trouble. You knew that for certain. How many times had he jumped defensively in front of you only for a bunny or a bird to be the perceived threat? Still, the unpredictability of nature gives you pause.Â
Just as you inch forward a few more steps, thereâs a rustle at the treeline.Â
You can hear that Valko's hurt before you can see it. Those breathy, frustrated whinesâyouâd recognize them anywhere. But where is he? How is he injured?Â
A wall of green stares back at you, refusing to answer.
Youâre jogging toward the trees now, throwing caution to the wind as you follow the sounds of his pain. Just before you cross into the forest, you finally spot your boyfriendâs massive figure, his wine red hair being the giveaway. Heâs facing a pine tree, tail stiff and laid low, touching his head and wincing repeatedly.
As he registers your scent and whips around to face you, you understand why: at least 15 black-tipped, spindly death daggers sprout from his cheeks and nose.Â
âValko?â You cover your mouth in shock, and he stumbles closer, falling forward against you.
âHurts,â he grunts.Â
Like always, you struggle to support his large body. Even more so now that one wrong move could further impale him. âWhat happened?âÂ
âPorcupines are supposed to be nocturnal,â he says, voice grim and shaky. âThis one wasnât.âÂ
If you had an extra hand, youâd drag it down your forehead right now.Â
Skunks, raccoons, exceptionally angry squirrelsâthose had all happened before. A porcupine, though? That was new. Almost impressive.
âYou just get into all sorts of trouble, donât you.â Taking a step back, you brace your hands on his chest to examine him. âLet me have a look at you.âÂ
The quills look like toothpicks dipped in black ink. And while a few of them seem to have barely penetrated his skin, the majority mark the porcupineâs decisive victory.Â
âCan you take them out?â he asks, staring down at you pleadingly. âIf we hurry, we can still make the movie on time. I know Iâm super late. Iâm sorry.â
Twenty of natureâs finest knives in his face, and heâs worried about the movies?
âYou obviously had a reason,â you murmur, cupping his less-affected left cheek in your hand. âI donât know if I should, Koko. The tomato bath was one thing, but this⌠If I do it wrong, Iâll just make it worse.âÂ
His response is simple: âI trust you.âÂ
Cute. But not what you need right now.
Blowing out a breath, you stand up on your tiptoes and reach for one of the looser quills. Your fingers barely brush the tip of it when renewed anxiety shoots through you. âNo, no. I canât! I donât want to hurt you.âÂ
âYou couldnât if you tried.â He snorts, then winces at the pain.Â
âTell that to the porcupine.â You narrow your eyes. âI think it missed the memo.âÂ
His ears swivel in acknowledgment. Heâs 0â2 in battles today.Â
âAll right, change of plans,â you announce, clapping your hands and turning on your heel. âWe can go to the movies another day. Right now, we need to go to the vet.âÂ
âItâs not that serious,â he protests. âIâd do it myself if I just had a mirror. Letâs go back to the house, andââ
âIâll get the car ready.â Your word is final.Â
His ears droop atop his head.Â
Ultimately, you had to ease him into the passengerâs seat so he didnât accidentally nudge any of the quills. You debated just shoving him into the trunk so heâd have extra room, but figured extraction would be a difficult task in the clinicâs often-packed parking lot.Â
In the waiting room, you try to shield him as best you can from quizzical looks and a particularly curious cat, but heâs without a doubt the largest patient in the room. Likewise, once heâs called to the back, his sheer size makes the exam room furniture look like dollhouse accessories. The central table is nearly the length of his tail alone, and it creaks under his every movement. But you stand dutifully at his side, making sure heâs as comfortable as can be, given the circumstances.Â
The vetâs entrance is prompt as alwaysâpart of the reason why Valko prefers this clinic. The other is the giant fish tank in the waiting room that he gets to busy himself with. Today, he was in too much pain, but he typically holds intense staring contests with its oblivious inhabitants, bragging to you whenever he âwins.âÂ
âWell, I typically ask, âWhat seems to be the problem?â,â Dr. Song jokes as she shakes both of your hands. âBut today, I donât think thatâs necessary.âÂ
Sighing, Valko scratches at his jeans. âI went out for a run, and I heard something grunting in a bush nearby. I thought it mightâve been a lost pup, so I went to check it out. Anyone would, right?â He looks to you for support.Â
Smiling softly, you rub a hand down his back. âRight.â Not in most circumstances, no!
Nodding gratefully, he continues. âAs soon as I crouched down and saw it, it whipped its tail at me. Next thing I knew, it had stabbed me a million times.âÂ
âWell.â Dr. Song sighs and pulls out a pair of tweezers. âYouâre not the worst case Iâve seen. Sometimes, itâs the whole faceâand neck.â She waves her hand forward, and Valko scoots toward her on the table. âLetâs get to work, shall we?âÂ
You take a step back to give her some space, but she quickly shakes her head. âOh no, you stay standing next to him. I might need you to hold him down.âÂ
ââââââ
Right when you wonder if Valkoâs death grip will shatter every bone in your hand, Dr. Song holds up the final quill in triumph. âThatâs nineteen quills total. Looks like Mr. Porcupine let you off easy.âÂ
Valko kicks the air in desolation. âDoesnât feel like it.âÂ
âIt will when you wake up tomorrow and you donât have to wonder, âHow did it even get my nostrils?â,â she retorts, heading to the door. âNow, let me just get your treatment, and youâll be free to go.âÂ
The second she steps into the hall, Valko turns to you and whimpers. âIt hurts.âÂ
Frowning in sympathy, you run your free hand through his hair. âHow bad?â
âReally.âÂ
You start to shush him and scratch the backs of his ears how he likes, but approaching footsteps force him to regain his composure. Still, when Dr. Song re-enters the room, he holds your hand a little tighter.Â
âAll right,â she begins. âIâm going to disinfect and put ointment on the wounds, andâŚâ She pulls out a familiar, conical object from behind her back.Â
Valko freezes as soon as he sees it. Your own mouth parts in shock.Â
Is thatâŚ?Â
No way.Â
â...to keep them from getting infected, either through scratching or contamination, I recommend you wear this recovery cone for a week. Just to be safe.âÂ
When she waves the transparent cone through the air, Valko sputters in consternation. âYou want to put me in jail?â
âOf course not. Youâve done nothing wrong. But to prevent further irritation, itâs best that for the next seven days, you only remove this from your neck when absolutely necessary. Also, you should avoid certain skin-to-skin activities that may aggravate the entry spots.âÂ
You understand her implication, but Valkoâs tail thrashes in unease. âWhatâŚwhat kind of activities?âÂ
The doctor smiles down at him. âThe usual. Scenting, kissing, anything further than that. Now! Raise your head for me so I can clean the punctures.âÂ
Before he does, Valko gives you a look that needs no decoding: I think Iâm gonna be sick.Â
Day 1
Your keys clatter on the kitchen counter as Valko trails inside behind you.Â
Knowing heâll be glum about his current confinement, you try to get ahead of it, hoping you can offset the bad with so much good, heâll forget about being in plastic prison.
âSo, is there anything you want to do this evening? Watch a drama, make double chocolate chip cookies, play a video game? I could order in from your favorite steakhouse if you want. Or we could go for a walk?âÂ
Despite your efforts, his lips stay curved downward. His ears barely twitch at the mention of his favorite things.Â
âOkay, what aboutââ
âI look dumb,â he mumbles suddenly, blinking at you through the cone. It surrounds his head like petals to a flower, stopping just above his nose. He looks like an upright bullhorn, or perhaps a frilled lizard, but you canât tell him that.Â
âYou look safe,â you say instead. âThatâs what matters, yeah?â
âNot when I look dumb, too.â With a huff, he reaches behind his head, eager to free himself of Conecatraz. But before he can undo the clasp, youâre crossing your arms and tapping your foot, giving him a withering glare.Â
âYou know you arenât supposed to touch that. Put your hands down.â
âMake me.â
Oh, really? Thatâs how it is?
Scoffing, you cock your head at him, and the first signs of regret appear on his face. ââMakeâ you, huh? Should I call the vet and tell her what youâre up to? Iâm sure she has advice for patients who break the rules. Like, maybe if you mess with your cone too much and stunt your healing progress, youâll just have to wear it even longer to make up for it?â You start to turn, ready to stalk toward the house phone.Â
âNo, wait!â Lurching forward, he tries to bend down to snuggle you in apologyâa favorite habit of his. But you sidestep him quickly, clicking your tongue in admonishment.Â
As he loses his balance, he gives you a look of ultimate betrayal.
âDonât pout at me. I'm doing this for you, okay? You heard the doctor. Where your face is concerned, skin-to-skin contact is off limits for now.â
As if he didn't hear you, he ducks toward you again, desperate to marry his cone to your shoulder. This time, you give his arm a healthy pinch, and he yelps in shock.
âNo, Koko. It's for your own good.â
Frustration grows on his face, beginning to claw at your heart, too. Heâs never had to limit contact with you like this. Even when you first met, he was stuck to you like a magnet.Â
Sighing, you try to bring him some comfort. âHere. Get on your knees.âÂ
He follows the order without further prompting, sinking to his knees on the kitchen floor. Even like this, heâs still half your height.Â
âCome here.â Reaching through the coneâs opening, you pet the top of his head, running your fingers through his soft strands with care. When he leans into your touch, you trace his ears with light strokes and smile when he shudders. Gradually, the deep frown on his face shrinks to a mild line of displeasure.Â
He wraps his strong arms around your thighs in a stubborn thank-you, and you can't help but coo down at him. âYouâre my big, strong wolf, arenât you? Itâll be over before you know it. You can handle this, no problem.âÂ
Day 3
Valko could not handle it, and there were many problems.Â
In fact, while he was bored out of his mind the night of Day 2, he pried open his laptop and drafted a list of complaints.
Eating has become an unpleasant experience. While heâs permitted to remove the cone at mealtimes, he must eat in a separate room so your scent doesnât lure his unprotected self over. Worse, you will not enter the room until heâs refastened the cone around his neck. The humiliation of having to cone himself solely to win your presence is quickly becoming too much to bear.Â
You wonât let him go on errands with you, lest he get into something he shouldn't and aggravate his wounds. This makes him incredibly restlessâespecially when you come home smelling like other people and things, and thereâs nothing he can do about it. This causes significant anxiety and emotional distress.Â
He usually sleeps with his tail curled around you and his face shoved deep into your skin. This earns him a constant stream of your scent. However, a wall of pillows now separates your sides of the bed. Even worse, he is not permitted to remove the cone for the night. This causes discomfort and loss of familiarity, which undermines the restorative purpose of sleep. He will be sending you any medical bills that arise due to his sleep deprivation.Â
Last, but perhaps most important: the cone obstructs his view of you, which he depends on for energy throughout the day. (Youâre quick to deem this one questionable, because the cone is fully see through???)
A document of his grievances was taped to your blanket, just over your heart, this morning.Â
Clearly, he had a lot on his mind.Â
Now, you lie on the sofa watching TV, trying to cuddle with him as best you can. Your fingers are intertwined, and heâs sprawled awkwardly across your lap, face up and eyes begging. You try to ignore the incessant nonverbal pleading, rubbing circles into his skin with your thumb.Â
Sometimes, he turns his head into your bellyâor maybe a little lowerâand inhales as deeply as he can through the plastic. When you gasp and swat at him, suddenly scandalized, he only huffs and grumbles, bringing you closer. âJust let me have this.â
As the sun dips in the sky, he almost relaxes. He grows captivated by the nature show youâre watching, ears going into overdrive from all the birdsongs and animal calls. Itâs the calmest heâs been in the last three days, you thinkâuntil the âwoodland creaturesâ portion of the show begins.
His mortal enemy lies in wait within.
âItâs not as big as the one that did this to me,â he growls at the porcupine stumbling around on the screen. âHe was a monster.â
âIâm sure he was,â you answer automatically. Youâre used to this by now. âHow else could he have taken you down?â
Valko grunts in agreement, then pauses the TV. âCan we do something else now?â
âOkay.â You squint at him warily. âSomething like what?â
Slowly, as if you wonât be able to see him, he trails his hand down your side, gently squeezing at your hip.
âNo,â you sigh, firmly returning his hand to him.Â
Tuning out his protests, you unpause the show. At that moment, a closeup of the porcupineâs snout fills the screen.
âCan you at least change the channel, then?â he mumbles.
Day 5
Since youâve known him, Valko has never been one to give up. Driven and scrupulous, he approaches life with an outlook thatâs both endearing and exhausting: if not now, maybe later.
Itâs no surprise, then, when his attempts to hold and claim you like normal escalate to new heights.Â
One time, you catch him in the midst of the most primal desperation.Â
Itâs not even noon yet, but here he is: laid out nude in the middle of your bed, head propped on his set of pillows while he clutches one of yours to his cone. With his instincts compromised and your scent already flooding his nose, he canât yet tell that youâve entered the room. And boy. If you thought he was shameless in public, Valko in private is a whole different animal.
His hand is all but glued to the heavy bulk between his legs, pumping and twisting like heâll die if he doesnât.Â
His thumb circles his tip as he works his rhythm, abs flexing with each ragged breath. Every soft, broken moan of your name is an axe to your resolve.Â
Before you do something youâll regret, you try to back out of the bedroom and leave. But as soon as one foot is out the door, your shoulder hits the wall with a quiet thump.Â
You freeze instantly, your heart dropping to your feet.
Thereâs no point in hoping he didnât hear. To Valko, no sound is ever quiet.
He jerks his head toward you immediately, steady pumps getting wilder the moment your eyes meet. âFuck,â he pants, writhing desperately on the sheets. His massive thighs tremble with every movement, sending tiny shocks of heat to your core. âFuck.â
âValkââ
âPlease help me. Please, it hurts so bad. I need you so bad, please, itâs been days.â
You bite your lip so hard, you think youâll draw blood. âYou know I canât.â
âI donât care what the vet said,â he growls, fist finally coming to a stop. âI care about you.âÂ
Clinging to resolve, you cross your arms and stay put. At that, he closes his eyes and breathes slow and deep through his nose.
âJustâ Help me finish, please. You donât have to touch anywhere near my face. Thatâs the rule, right?â
As that pleading stare pins you to the spot once more, you bite your lip in consideration. Heâs flushed all over, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his whole body. He really does need your help, but can you risk it?
When his mask slips, letting the hungry glint in his eyes shine through, you know you canât.
âI wonât touch you, Valko. But you can use this.â Swiftly, you tug your shirt over your head and toss it onto the bed. He catches it with ease, and behind the cone, his face contorts in bewilderment.
âUse it?â
âTo finish,â you explain, folding your arms across your bra. âItâs the safest way I can help you right now.â
Gazing at you like youâre a deity reborn, he presses the fabric to his coneâs exterior, right outside his nose. As he inhales, a deep, guttural groan escapes him. âThank you,â he pants. His hand returns to his reddened length, and he redoubles his earlier efforts.Â
Leaking arousal glistens on his skin, and you can hear how much easier it makes things for him. Covered in his own desire, he slides his hand up and down with no friction, creating lewd, wet sounds that echo through the room.Â
âThank you, thank youâ Fuck, thank you. Iâve done this like ten times already, and itâs taken me longer every go,â he admits shamelessly. âThis is so much better. Not as good as you, but so much better. Thank you.âÂ
He bucks his hips into his giant fist, and for a moment, you fear your shared bed might collapse under his ferocity. Once he starts licking the coneâs wall, as if heâll be able to taste your shirt through the plastic, you almost want to avert your eyes and leave the two of them alone together.Â
You donât have long to ponder it. Soon after, Valko comes quickly with a deep groan of your name, coating his skin in spills of white. As he convulses in pleasure, you approach his bedside to stroke his hair through the coneâs openingâjust like you have for the last several days. Valko whines at your touch.Â
âShh, baby. Itâs okay,â you whisper. âJust two more days, yeah?â
His response is halfway between a growl and a grunt. Chuckling, you bend to kiss his damp, darkened hair. âJust two more days.âÂ
Day 7
At 12 a.m., you wake to an empty bed. âKoko?â
Thereâs no response to your call. Groaning, you throw off the covers and stretch your tired limbs. Where did he run off to? Itâs barely been two hours since you went to bed.
Hugging yourself to keep warm, you pad into the dark hallway. The home gym is clear, and heâs not in the kitchen sneaking chocolate. Where could he be?
It doesnât take long to find out.
In the living room, Valko stands at the back door, gazing at the moon through the window.Â
Heâs clad only in loose grey sweats. More notably, heâs missing his cone.Â
The only indication that he knows youâre there is a near imperceptible twitch of his ears. âItâs day seven, did you know that?â he rumbles.Â
Suddenly nervous, you shift on your feet. âI did.âÂ
âSo you also know what Iâve been missing the last seven days.â He turns to face you, eyes stormy and narrowed. âWhat I havenât been able to stop thinking about. What I begged you to give me, but you refused. Acted like you were doing me a favor,â he spits out, lips curling into a snarl.
In the moonlight filtering through the window, his amber eyes are a new level of otherworldly. Pale, greyish-white slivers flicker across his chest, making his taut abs seem to ripple in front of you.Â
After seven days, he looks very, very grumpy.
You get the sense that youâre in trouble.Â
âKoko,â you start, stepping forward to placate him, âyou know thatâs notââ
âDonât âKokoâ me,â he snaps. âThatâs reserved for people Iâm close with.â
Is he serious? âYou know Iâm closer to you than anyone.â
âRight now? After this week? Iâm not so sure. But you will be.â His tail swishes behind him as he takes a menacing step toward you. âCome here,â he growls out.Â
âWe can talk about this, but Iâm not going toââ
âThree.â
âOkay, are you seriously threatening me with a countdown?â
âTwo.âÂ
âThatâs my thing! You know, when you wonât let me get out of bed, or when you bite too hard, orââ
He doesnât let you get to âone.â
When he bursts forward at superhuman speed, he doesnât even give you the chance to run.Â
Youâre in his arms in an instant, thrashing wildly as he tries to pull you both to the floor. âYouâre heavy as fuck!â you bark at him. âLet me go!â
âNo.â He overpowers you easily, lowering you to the carpet and quickly pinning you there. He only takes a moment to revel in your submissionâyour high squeaks and whimpers and feeble attempts to swat him off. Evidently, he has bigger plans for you.
While you wriggle beneath him, he deftly kicks off his sweats and quickly deals with your clothes. Youâre wearing only a nightshirtâhis, you notice all too lateâand completely vulnerable to his impatience.
He rips a line straight down the middle, clumsily shrugging the worn fabric off you. While youâre too busy gawking to register his actions, he slides down your body, coming to a halt at your traitorously wet heat.Â
âUsually, at least a little bit of my scent lingers here,â he says, inhaling you deeply. âYouâve lost it after not taking me for so long. But weâll fix it, wonât we?â
When you donât respond, his eyes flash up at you. âWonât we?â
âY-Yeah,â you whisper, signing away your fate.
âYeah, we will.â Surging forward, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, swirling his tongue into you without warning. His ensuing groan could start a national scandal.Â
âIâm gonna let you go, all right?â He nips your inner thigh. âDonât try to run from me. Iâll catch you.âÂ
He watches closely as he eases off of you, but thereâs no needâyou obey.Â
âGood girl,â he mocks, and you break his gaze with a huff.Â
Chuckling, he sweeps his hair back and lies down on the carpet, grabbing your arm and dragging you to him. âSit on me.â
ââŚWhat?â
âMy face. Sit on it.â
ââŚWhat?âÂ
âOh, I get it. Is this a âmake meâ kind of thing? Well, if you insisââ
âNo!â You hold your hands out in defense, grimacing when he grins at you. âYou know weâve neverâŚdone that before.â
He shrugs. âFirst time for everything. Hop on.â
You stay put, shaking your head with vigor no matter how hard your center pulses. âWhat if you canât breathe?â
âDonât need to.â
âI think you do, but okay.â Playing with your fingers, you search for another excuse. âWhat if Iâm too heavy?â
Valkoâs smile slips, and his top lip curls as he looks at you flatly. âNow youâre just insulting me.âÂ
In retrospect, you shouldâve known that one wouldnât get you very far.
âFine,â you concede shakily. Crawling toward him, you put your hands on either side of his massive body and sit down on him in a straddle. Gingerly, you scoot up, and up, and up, until your hips are right below his chin. His smirk widens all the way.Â
âLast chance to back out,â you offer helplessly. How would grilled porcupine taste?
âIn your dreams.â In an instant, his arm shoots out behind you and guides you forward. You cry out the second your sensitive flesh meets his skin, nearly cursing from the foreign sensation.Â
For a moment, all he does is breathe you in. Lewd, deep inhales, trying to siphon the scent from your depths. âMissed this,â he murmurs, words slightly muffled. âMissed you. Fuck, youâre so good. You smell so good.â
Youâre afraid to look down, but you donât have to. You can hear his smile.
Instead, you look behind you, seeing that his thick, veiny length is flushed and leaking already. Your gulp echoes in your ears.Â
A soft press of his lips to your throbbing clit pulls you back to your senses. With another kiss, he positions the bud over his nose and your entrance over his mouth, so heâs sure to catch all your desire.
When he squeezes your hip, you know heâs asking for more. Gently, timidly, you rock against his face to appease him. Valko, though, ever observant when youâre involved, knows youâre withholding your full weight.Â
And he wonât have it.Â
Simultaneously, he delivers a sharp slap to your backside and nips your clit in warning. When you squeal out into the cool air, he soothes the sting with a searing lash of his tongue.Â
âIâm trying!â you cry. âWhenever we do this, Iâm always the one on my back! I feel weird.â
Squeezing your hips, he lifts you up just enough to speak. âTough.â
Then, he plops you right back down, the smack of skin on skin spreading a wildfire across your cheeks.
Eager to explore, he glides his tongue around your core, poking and prodding wherever he likes. When you arch away from the pleasure, too sensitive to stay still, he decides heâs had enough.Â
His tight grip on your hips is his first act of defiance. But when he starts bouncing you on his face, alternating between his mouth and nose, youâre more than ready to throw in the towel.Â
âValko!â you whine. Up and down, down and up. Up and down again and again. How long has he wanted this?
A response would require a pause in his actions, so of course, he doesnât provide one. Instead, he flattens his tongue against your clit and makes you grind your hips down onto him, like heâs nothing but an extension of you. âValko!â you repeat, stars quickly clouding your vision.
All he offers is an unburdened grunt, clearly not planning on stopping anytime soon. And why would he, when thereâs so much to lap up?
A mix of his saliva and your arousal pools between you, with sound effects previously unheard of filling the room. Youâre so wet, at one point, you almost slide down his face to his foreheadâbut he hauls you back up with a laugh, the vibrations only exacerbating the issue. When you pull at his hair, shy and embarrassed, he merely sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop.Â
Captive to his relentless touch, it isnât long before your muscles contract and release, sending more and more wetness gushing toward his waiting mouth.Â
Your mind is a haze as he licks you clean, making sure not to waste a single drop. You do register, though, how he inhales once again when heâs finished. âSmells like me again. Thatâs better.â
Thinking his wrath has exhausted itself, you feel your body deflate like a popped balloon. Youâre more than ready to melt into the sheets and sleep off the worst of the aftermath.Â
âWe should seal the deal, though. Just to be sure.â
Valko has other plans.
Before you can blink, he flips you over with force, driving your hands and knees into the carpet. When you yelp, he squeezes your backside in apology, only to slip his fingers down to your open slit. Once he confirms that youâre ready for him, he braces his hands on your hips and slides into you with ease.Â
Your startled gasp is his grand opportunity. As you cry out his name, he shoves his fingers into your open mouth, making you sputter and swallow around them. With his other hand, he clamps your jaw shut so youâre forced to bite him, your blunt teeth barely a threat against his skin.Â
All the while, heâs moaning and laughing, hips stuttering from his rapid thrusts. Each time his base slaps your backside, you feel him grow larger and larger, until youâre being speared on something youâre not sure you can take. But as your muscles contract around him once more, squeezing him with all that they have, you donât think that matters anymore.
In tune with your own release, hot spurts shoot deep into your channel, followed by a searing, swollen pressure you donât know if youâll ever get used to. Itâs at this point that the last of your strength crumbles. But when you start to slump into the floor, you find you canât move too farânot without bringing Valko with you.Â
As you both catch your breath, locked together until the comedown, he slides his hand out of your mouth and slaps your cheek lightly, signaling for you to open your screwed-shut eyes. When you do, he sticks his drool-coated fingers into his own mouth, canines poking into his flesh as he swipes his tongue greedily.Â
All you can do is whine.
You donât know when your bodies will loosen up enough for you to separate. All you know is that heâs got you here, right where he wants you, for a long, long, agonizingly long time.Â
ââââââ
âAre you satisfied?â you deadpan as the beast finally tucks you into bed.Â
âFor now.â You can hear his smirk as he flicks off the lights. Doesnât make much of a difference, though.
Itâs dawn.Â
âBut you can check back with me in an hour. Maybe my answer will be different.â
âIn an hour, I will be dead to the world and recovering from you,â you grumble. Suddenly, you purse your lips. âIâm gonna miss that cone, you know.â
Even in the dim morning light, you can see his brows furrow. âWhat?âÂ
âYou looked cute in it. Like a little puppy.â Reaching out, you grab his face and squish his cheeks between your fingers. âSo cute.â
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but his tail thumps the mattress. âWhatever. It did have its benefits, though. Tonight was so good, I wouldnât mind a repeat.â
âYou really think you can do that again? Seven whole days, no contact?â
ââCourse I do. It wasnât that hard for me.â
Your eyes narrow into slits. âNot even you believe that.âÂ
âYeah. This was fun, though,â he says through a yawn. âWe should do it again sometime. Goodnight.â
As he rolls over and tucks his tail around you, blanketing you in half his body weight, a nagging thought wonât leave your head.
Should you switch vets?Â
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you jolted awake, breathing raggedly. the vision of valko running ahead and his back getting smaller while you werenât able to catch up no matter how fast you were chasing him was still as clear as day, replaying like a short clip in your mind.
âvalko?â you muttered, hand frantically reaching out to pat the spot beside youâthe spot where the man had lied down the night before while holding you close, finding him still asleep and sound. you let out the quietest but somehow still biggest sigh of relief, your heartbeat adjusting to reality after coming down from the horror you were just seeing in your dream.Â
heâs here. everythingâs fine.
âhey, why are you up? nightmares?â you heard a familiar rasp as valko got up, enveloping you in a big hug from behind, his hand around your stomach as he gently pulled you in so you were leaning on his chest. shouldâve known your charade wonât get past his sharp hearing.Â
âyour heart is racing, i couldâve heard it from miles away,â he claimed softly, bringing a hand to your cheek, gently nudging your face to his way. his yellow orbs gleamed subtly in the dark as they scanned you, his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw tears at the corner of your eyes.Â
âyou see, i like when your heart does that when youâre near me. but this time? not so much.â he planted his lips to both corners of your eyes, washing the tear away. he kissed your cheeks as well, wanting to erase the trail of wetness away, but above all he just wanted to chase away the sadness youâre currently feeling.Â
âjust had a dream where you left me,â you said, voice barely above a whisper. âthat stupid wolf.â he didnât miss a beat when he said it, like heâs more angry in your place more than you had been. you let out a small laugh, valkoâs eyes softened at the sight, like he just won something so valuable.
âyouâre talking about yourself, you know,â you replied, leaning closer to the man hugging his arm closer like itâs your lifeline.Â
âi donât claim him, must be a random man pretending to be me. you know iâll never leave you. iâm not going anywhere, youâre stuck with me,â he grinned, showing his canine teeth you had grown to adore, a smile that you could see even a hundred times but still wonât be satisfied. hearing that, you would usually retort with a joke of your own, leading to a light hearted banter. yet now all you could do is stare, as he stared back at you, nuzzling closer as his hair tickled your neck; trying to draw a laugh out of you.Â
âpromise?â you asked, chuckling softly but at the same time still tearing up at the thought of your nightmare coming true once more.
valko used his thumb to brush your tears before it they could reach your cheek, his stomach churning at the sight of you being so sad. if only he could take your distress away with the power he had, but he never felt so hopeless when the only thing he could offer at the time was consolation when the only thing he wanted to do was give you everything. so instead he said.
Hi! I saw that you are taking requests for Valko, i'm still hoping they are going to change their mind but could you write somethng really sweet about Valko comforting us?
áŻâ valko comforts you! <3
You'd had a shit day.
It wasn't a particular thing that ruined your mood. It was just⌠this weird feeling of wrongness that messed with your mood.
You sat in your living room, curled up on your couch, a blanket draped over your legs and your laptop perched in your lap. You were binging your favorite show in an attempt to feel better, but there was still this restless, anxious energy humming in your chest.
You heard the small jingling of keys, then, your door was creaking open.
Valko.
He stepped in, toeing his shoes off at the door before smiling at you. "Hey, you." He tilted his head slightly, instantly noticing a weird shift in the air. "You okay?"
You forced a tiny smile. "Yeah."
He stepped into the living room, his movements slow. Carefully, he picked up your legs to make space for himself on the couch and sat down before placing them back over his lap. "You sure?"
He eyed you carefully. Then, without asking, he leaned over, cradling the back of your head to pull you toward him as he rubbed his nose to your temple. "You don't smell 'okay'," he murmured.
You recoiled. "What? Do I smell bad?"
"That's not what I meant." He placed a hand over your leg, rubbing it through the blanket. "You smell⌠sad."
You swallowed. "You can smell that?"
He gave a small nod.
You sighed, closing your laptop. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feelâI feel sad and I have no idea why." You blinked up at your boyfriend. "It feels so stupid to say out loud. How can I feel sad without having any reason to?"
You barely had time to react before he was shifting. He grabbed your laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and pulled you sideways into his lap, your blanket bunching up on your lap.
"Valko, what are youâ?"
"Not everything needs a reason," he said, drawing circles over your back.
You let out a soft exhale. "I sound crazy, Val."
"You don't sound crazy," he countered, moving you so your head was tucked under his chin and your cheek was pressed against his chest. "Sometimes we just have bad days."
You were quiet for a second. And for just a second, you started accepting his argument. But the doubt of the day slowly crept back in.
You opened your mouth again and murmured a quiet, "But I am crazy." You pulled back to look at him. "Do you really want a crazy partner who can't even tell you why they're upset?"
Valko's lips twitched up slightly. "I want you, period."
"Butâ"
"There's no but's. You're stuck with me. Do you understand that?" You scoffed, about to give another protest, but he continued, "I'm not going anywhere. So just sit here and let me do this."
He didn't give you a chance to respond to that either. He wrapped his arms around you, tucking you back under his chin, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.
You finally melted, the tension in your shoulders draining out. "Thanks, Val."
He hummed, sinking back into the couch so you could rest across his lap more comfortably. "Anytime."
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thinking about drawing while sitting in valko's lap!! his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head as he uses his size to his advantage and watches you draw from above. his chest is solid and so so warm against your back, almost too warm. you can never get used to how much warmer he is compared to you.
if you're working digitally, he has endless questions. "what's that? how'd you do that? what does that do?" you answer them all, because you know he's asking just to hear a bit more of the sound of your voice. even if he repeats a couple questions unknowingly.
every once in a while, once you finish a step, he'll ask to borrow your pencil/stylus. if you oblige him, he'll draw a little doodle on the side, his brow furrowed in focus and concentration. (aww! he drew a little puppy!!!!!)
you ask him if he's bored, if he'd rather be doing something else, if he wants to get his phone or gaming console to entertain himself with, but every time he tells you no without even a second of hesitation. he loves being in your presence and feeling your body against his own; just spending time with you and watching you do what you love, even if everything progresses slowly.
if you look up at him, you'll find him attentively watching your process, flashing you a charming grin when you meet his gaze. if you get frustrated during the process of drawing, he'll kiss your furrowed brow, tilting your chin upwards so you move your focus to him instead. he's a master at dissolving the tension building up in your head, and you're never quite sure how he does it. you just know that a few minutes later, you feel reinvigorated and ready to get back to drawing.
and once you put in the last finishing touches and show him your artwork, he'll gaze at it with shining eyes before kissing all over your face and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, telling you he's so proud and so incredibly lucky to have such a talented mate <333
contains: dry humping & some domesticity. that's it that's all ^.^
wc: 1.9K (idk how i did that)
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so easy to fall in love âĄ
âsaturday? yeah, i got it. well, tell auntie that weâll try our best to be there, but i canât make any promises.â
your eyebrows furrow and your lips morph into a curious pout as you zone in on the tail end of your boyfriendâs phone call. the movie you had been streaming immediately became unimportant with the brief mention of his family claiming your full attention instead.
likely referring to another impromptu get-together that theyâre clearly asking for you both to attend, you were itching to learn the details of it over the plot of a film you admittedly had little interest in before you even pressed play. the fact that the volume hadnât made it past ten shouldâve been enough to emphasize its insignificance.
âdoesnât matter to me, but iâll ask her and see what she thinks.â valko exhales with a hum of approval in acknowledgment to whatever else his cousin was relaying, leaning back and tilting his head so that his temple can rest comfortably against your knee. with the warmth of him against you and the soft caress of his fingers along and around your ankle, little moments like these made you cherish having a man so mindlessly affectionate.
to call your boyfriend clingy was an understatement, but it was something about him that youâd never trade for anything in the world. the moment you welcomed him into your life with open arms and kissed him sweetly when he confidently asked you with the silliest smile to be his girl forever, you knew what kind of relationship it was bound to be.
to this day, it didnât matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.
ten minutes go by before heâs finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie heâd won for you a couple months back.
âeverything okay?â you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.
getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew youâd never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.
âyeah, itâs all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.â
âyou and your family are just too cute. once again, iâm reminded where you get all that audacity from.â
valko grins at the giggle you canât contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. âbut you know iâm down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, thatâs how we always move. like a pack, right?â
he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasnât secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didnât always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.
âdidnât even give you any info on it yet and youâre already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?â
âoh, iâm the eager one?â the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. itâs why he always says you read him better than any book heâs ever laid his eyes on.
âwhat the fucââ
âwatch it,â you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. âso quick to start with me. arenât you supposed to be my good boy?â
valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.
âarenât i always?â
âyou have your moments. iâve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.â
âhm. i bet it does.â his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. âis it my turn to make a move now?â
heâs pulling you off the couch and on top of him before youâre capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and youâre settled in his lap.
the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.
âoh, you perv.â
âperv? thatâs not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?â heâs slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. âi just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. canât blame me for what i canât control.â
the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.
valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that youâve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.
âwould you look at that. and iâm the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think weâre mixing things up.â
âcanât i admire my boyfriend? isnât this natural?â
itâs almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.
ââcourse you can. in fact, you better. butâŚâ he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. âiâm sensing that admiration isnât the only thing youâve got planned in that big head of head of yours.â
âfuck off,â you laugh, pinching his nose. âand donât act so tough.â
with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. âadmiration isnât enough for you anyways.â
your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know heâd fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and itâs why he loves you.
his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, youâre embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast heâs proud to be.
itâs when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldnât last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes thatâs causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.
âyouâre not⌠hahâwearing underwearâŚâ you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. youâre quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.
âarenât you smart.â the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.
your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.
âsit up,â he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.
he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut heâs got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in betweenâthe visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.
valkoâs hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.
âval,â you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. âw-want it inside. want it so badâŚâ
âyou open that pretty mouth for everything else.â he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. âshouldâve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.â
but you canât wait for that now, not when youâre so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.
your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.
âyou smell so sweet,â he coos through a husky moan. âmm. youâll let me taste it later? itâs not good to be stingy.â
âright t-there,â you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation youâre experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.
heâs not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.
both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.
âyou can taste it if i can taste you, too.â
âa deal?â he raises an eyebrow as if heâs open to negations. âother than the obvious, whatâs really in it for me?â
of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.
âkeep making me feel goodâŚâ your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. âand maybe youâll find out. or are you too scared?â
you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldnât go easy.
a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. iâm so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining thisâŚ. i almost felt itâAND, i know we canât really tell if heâs ooc or not but if you think heâs ooc⌠DONâT TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, youâre ALIVE over here. they canât take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!