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The first thick rope of cum erupts with a choked grunt, landing in a glossy white streak across the steak and sautéed vegetables. Another pulse, longer and heavier, splatters over the rice, sinking in and mixing with the gravy sauce. He keeps stroking through it, milking out every drop until the head of his cock is twitching and spent, and the food is visibly coated in shiny, sticky threads of his semen that is now slowly soaking in, the salty, slightly musky scent blended with the meal.

He should feel guilty for doing this, but there was none of it, only deep-seated satisfaction and hope that you like it. It wasn’t like his cum was bad or harmful- he kept himself in pristine condition for you. He knew his cum tasted good (you liked swallowing it from his cock too after all) and he would never let your tastebuds come in contact with anything bad.

Breathing hard, he tucked himself away carefully, and then he stirs everything gently, mixing his release in until it looked like an extra glossy glaze. Just enough to season it. Just enough that you’d taste him with every bite without pointing out exactly what you were tasting.

When you emerge from the showers in your comfy clothes, hair still damp, he sets the plate in front of you with a smile that looks a bit too innocent, cheeks faintly flushed. “Made your favorite tonight.”

You dig in, humming happily at the first few bites as he takes a seat and watches you with dark eyes as your tongue darts out to catch a drop of sauce. “Mmm… it’s really good, Caleb. Tastes… richer than usual?”

His cock gives a traitorous, shameless twitch.

“Salty?” You muse, fork halfway to your mouth, brow furrowing. “It’s… weirdly salty tonight. Did you use a new seasoning?”

Caleb tilted his head, the picture of confused innocence, though his gaze has gone dark. “Huh? No idea what you mean. Maybe the soy sauce?” He shrugged, biting back a smirk. “Is it that bad?”

“Not at all. Just… the taste feels familiar? I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Just eat up. The doctor said your sodium’s low anyways. A bit of salt is good for you.”

“Oh so you did put in an extra salt. I knew it!”

He grins cheekily, watching you huff and take another big bite. The thought of you unknowingly swallowing his cum made precum soak into his boxers again. By the time you’ve nearly cleaned your plate, he is fully hard again, aching to bend you over the table and feed you the real thing straight from the source.

“Want seconds?” he asked sweetly, already reaching for your plate. His voice dropped just a fraction.

I’ll cum even more next time.

“I’ll take dessert. Watcha got?”

“Cinnamon rolls. Home-baked by yours truly.”

“Yum!”

With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you hum as you try to remember.  “I don’t know, Jackie,” you admit, “I think you were there. You usually are. In my dreams, I mean. I think we were at the beach… or at a lake?”

You pull the blanket up to your arms. It’s still much too early to think about so much, but if Jack asks, you deliver.

“Sounds nice,” he mumbles. His voice is hoarse, almost rough like sandpaper. “Keep going.”

Something about the way he speaks makes your tummy flutter. 

“Well,” you go on, “There were birds. Green ones.”

“Mhm…”

“They kept circling over us. I don’t think I know any green birds.”

“Me neither.”

You hear him shift again, and this time there is another sound. Like… like fabric moving.  You’re about to question this when Jack suddenly groans. 

“Keep talkin’, sweet girl,” he croaked.

“Jackie…?” 

“Please. Just talk. That’s all I’m askin’.”

His words are followed by a wet, filthy sound.  You immediately feel the pull in your lower tummy as you begin to realise. 

“There- we went swimming,” you go on, a little shakily now, “and saw fish. A bunch of ‘em. Little ones, which were— “

Jack moans softly, which makes you press your thighs together. 

“Um…” As you grow more flustered, it gets harder to speak. “They were like rainbows, their scales. The sun made them change colours.”

“Uh huh,” Jack mutters, his voice thin and strangled. “Keep goin’, baby. Just a little longer."

You can’t really focus as you hear the way his hand begins to move faster, slick sounds coming out of the speaker of your phone. 

“I… uh, we… we… I don’t remember, Jackie.”

“C’mon, bunny,” he encourages, “You can. Use that pretty little head of yours for me. For Daddy, hm?”

Liquid heat collects at the base of your spine, and you sneak a hand down between your thighs, only applying pressure for now. You’re not allowed to touch without him there. 

“Daddy, I don’t remember,” you whine. 

“Yeah, you do,” he retorts. “Baby, you do. C’mon, talk to me. Help out your Daddy.”

“We- we sat at the shore,” you continue. You weren’t even sure if it was true or just desperation making you invent things now. “And we saw dragonflies. And you held my hand and told me about your day at work. It was… it was a good day, I think.”

“Mhm.” He inhaled sharply, and you heard fabric rustling again. “So close, bunny. Just a little longer. Daddy’s almost done. Oh, fuck.” 

You clench around nothing as he curses, all breathy and needy.

“You.. we just kept sitting and talking. You, um, you kissed my cheek. And then you held me.”

The last word has barely left your mouth when a godless noise spills from his mouth.  “Fuck, bunny, yes. Yes, keep talking with that sweet voice of yours. Please, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, your cunt pulsing now. “I don’t remember anything else. Just you and me at the water and the fishies and the dragonflies and—”

You’re interrupted by the deep, throaty moan that claws itself up from his chest only to fall from his lips like a tidal wave.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack gasps. “Yes. That’s my bunny.”

It’s quiet for a moment, only his heavy breathing and your needy little gasps as you rock into your hand, your hips moving almost involuntarily.  It always takes Jack a few seconds to catch his breath when he cums like that.

“Bunny?” he murmurs then. 

“Yeah?” you whisper. 

“Get that hand off your cunt right now. She’s mine. And I’m coming over right now to take good care of her.”

You just shrug and rest your head against robby’s shoulder, your fingers dancing between playing with his necklace n trailing through the the curls on his chest. robby holds out his hand.

“Gimme that.”

Frank steps closer to deposit the damp cloth in Robby’s hand. Robby cleans you up with quick, gentle precision, murmuring a low “Easy” when you jolt at the brief contact to your swollen clit. He looks at Frank with a raised brow.

“You make her cum?”

“Of course.” Frank scoffs, a bit offended. Robby squints at him. Frank’s expression sobers. “I did. Eventually.” He reaches out to pet your hair. “Rubbed your clit just the way you like, right princess?”

You smile and hum. Robby scoffs.

“I don’t want you to do this again.”

Frank blinks at him. “What, make her cum?”

“No, this. Fuck her ass by yourself on a random Tuesday.”

Frank’s lips part slightly as his jaw slackens. He’s quietly shocked for a moment before he speaks. “A random Tues— so what, anal’s a weekend thing now? Some kind of special occasion?”

“I’m saying you have to ask me.” Robby clarifies. He shoots Frank a look from behind his glasses, almost daring him to argue. Frank doesn’t— he just stares back at him— but Robby can tell he wants to, and that’s enough for the older man to keep talking. “Look at her. If you can’t handle how she gets afterwards—“

“I can handle her—“

Robby puts up his hand and Frank stops talking, even though that clearly struck a nerve.

“It has nothing to do with your competence.” Robby says evenly. Almost reassuringly. Frank’s shoulder’s relax again. “If you can’t handle how she gets afterwards because she ends up wanting me, then I need to give the go ahead. I don’t always wanna deal with a crybaby and cold cum on my boxers on my night off just so you can take her up the ass.”

Frank’s jaw twinges slightly.

“Frank. Are we clear?”

 ⠀⠀ Valko cuts himself off with another whine as your hips begin to pick up movement again, the heat between your legs grinding deliberately against his hardening cock. His aborted thrusts try to meet you, instinctive and increasingly desperate as he tries to chase the friction. It's enough to make you grin.

 ⠀⠀ "Just let go, baby. " Your lips meet his in a kiss. He deepens it in an instant, tongue licking your lips as he whines into your mouth. The sound grows as you grind him with more force, gasping into the kiss yourself.

 ⠀⠀ Big, warm hands find your hips— neither guiding nor pulling, but holding on. His trembling grip only makes you more eager to please.

 ⠀⠀ It's not long before you bring your attention back to Valko's neck, planting a myriad of kisses and dark marks there. The kisses are stark against his skin, darkening into marks that you know will climb above the collar of his tailored suit tomorrow. The thought of it— this tall, imposing man walking into the building of his company sporting your marks and your scent makes heat pool in your belly.

 ⠀⠀ Is this what goes through his head when he scents you? Maybe he’s rubbed off on you more than you thought.

 ⠀⠀ "You're so cute." it just slips out of you— a murmur dripping with adoration.

 ⠀⠀ Valko whines even louder when a hand goes to the crown of his head, scratching at the base of those soft fluffy wolf ears. The wag of his tail grows strong enough that it's practically whipping up a storm. His hips are grinding right back against you, the stain of his precum growing on the front of his sweat— his cock is achingly hard under the fabric, twitching each time you rub yourself against him.

 ⠀⠀ He's so damn warm underneath you, desperate and whining as he chases the pleasure of the friction, driven by his baser instincts. But he's being so good too— his hands hadn't once tugged or pulled you, letting you set the pace as you'd like.

 ⠀⠀ What a good puppy.

 ⠀⠀ The poor wolf's eyes are practically molten gold when you meet his gaze— swimming with desire and drunk on the pleasure of your scent, the pleasure of your body pressed up against his.

 ⠀⠀ "What a good boy," you coo, delighting in the way he gasps your name. "D'you wanna cum, baby?"

 ⠀⠀ "Please," he whines, and you can feel his cock twitch even through the ruined fabric. It must be so hard now— blushing red at the head, thick and heavy, practically dripping with precum. Pert of you wishes you could see it, could taste it. He's always tasted so good.

 ⠀⠀ "Go on then, puppy," you purr. “You can cum.”

 ⠀⠀ With the hand still in his hair, you guide Valko's face to bury in your neck— he needs little encouragement, all but shoving his nose against your pulse in a hearbeat, drinking in your scent like a man starved. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts pick up and his hands tighten on you as his restraint finally begins to crack in the face of his looming orgasm. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric is loud— but still drowned out by his breathless pants.

 ⠀⠀ You can't fight back the grin as he laps at your neck, sweet even as he coaxes your scent forward. Cute, cute, cute.

 ⠀⠀ Emboldened, he begins to guide your hips with his hands, using his strength to pull you back into each desperate grind of his hips. Each movement makes him whine into your neck, makes him twitch underneath you, his fingers tightening and then loosening.

 ⠀⠀ It doesn't take long before he's tensing beneath you, teeth finding the curve of your shoulder on instinct as a low, rough groan leaves him, his hips giving small jerks as he rides out his high. Valko's tail tenses for a moment before going right back to wagging— a bit slower now, tired, but delighted nonetheless.

 ⠀⠀ He's whining a little into your skin, licking where he had bitten as if in apology. Valko's grip keeps you seated on his lap and the wetness of his cum staining his sweats— unapologetic and warm.

 ⠀⠀ Even after all that, you can feel that his cock is still half-hard, still eager for anything else you wanted to give him. Still twitching with each deep breath he takes of your scent.

 ⠀⠀ "Good boy, Valko," you murmur into his soft hair, and the sound that escapes him just makes you want to ruin him again.

His cheeks grew even hotter at the pet name. "You're a tease."

"You like it," you replied, smiling when his jeans hit the floor with a quiet fwump, leaving him in just his boxers.

You palmed him through the fabric, feeling the way he was practically leaking through. "All this from just smelling me?"

You didn't know what came over you. You were at his family home for fuck sake, but something about Valko made you stupid and vice versa.

"Yeah. Just… just be quick."

"Mhmm."

You took him out of his boxers. There was a bead of moisture welling at the tip, his length twitching with a desperate need for release.

You started careful, trying to catch the right rhythm. When you found it, he let out a half whine, half groan into your shoulder. "Yeah, just like that."

He gripped your hand, forcing you to squeeze him tighter. "Faster. Please."

You obliged, keeping your gaze on his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders tensing at the stimulation.

"Feels good?" you cooed.

He bit back a small whimper. "Yeah—feels really good. Don't stop—" His tilted his hips, chasing the friction of your hand.

Your palm was growing slick with his mess, his stomach dipping every time your fingers grazed over that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. "Right there, right there—Fuckk," he gasped, his voice strained.

The rhythmic thump thump thump of his tail filled the quiet room. His ears twitched, the sensation of you fisting his cock making his vision blur for a second.

You felt as his free hand shot out to grip the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a messy kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his dick twitching in your grip.

He'd been sitting in the living room for several minutes, trying to will his boner away. Every time he shifted, his jeans rubbed against his dick in a way that made heat twist in his gut. Now that you were touching him, it felt too good. You drove him to the edge embarrassingly fast.

"You're right there, aren't you, puppy?"

Valko gave a needy nod. "Yeah, I am. Hnngh… Make me cum. Please make me cum." He shoved his face in your neck, inhaling shakily, his hips stuttering into your fist.

He was desperate, his breath uneven. You felt the base of bit cock starting to swell. You probably should've stopped at the point, but you didn't.

Valko gave a few more frantic thrusts into your hand before he was coming with a whine. Your fist was covered in hot, pearly strings of his release.

He stayed in your neck for a minute before pulling back to look between your bodies. "Fuck…" he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut with an irritated sound.

You followed his gaze downward and— "Oh, shit." The thing about werewolves—quickies usually didn't solve their problems. If anything, it only made the problem… bigger. His knot had swelled, pulsing in rhythm with his ragged breath, even more unsatisfied than before. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot—"

Valko groaned, his ears pinned back against his head as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the top of your head. "It's fine." But his tail flicked behind him, more wired than before. "Now, instead of uncomfortably sitting in the living room, I can uncomfortably sit in the bathroom."

You blinked up at him, your lips pursed in a frown. "Val, I totally forgot your dick does… you know, that."

He let out a strained laugh. "Yeah. I did too for a second."

"…Want me to stay..?"

"Please don't. Just looking at you is making me lose my mind. Just wash your hands and go back."

"Val—"

"Seriously," he huffed, his voice caught between a grunt and a whine. "You're gonna make me hard again."

"Okay, okay!"

"And be cool."

"Okay."