i luv my val baby.

those things and more were exactly what he was looking forward to receiving when he got to see his favorite people once the sun rose.

what he didn’t expect though, was to see a gun being pointed in his face as he flicked on the hallway light on his way to your shared bedroom.

out of reflex, he went to raise his arms and show his hands to appease the unexpected threat. but the relief of the situation washed over him instantly when he registered that it was you, his guarded little wife, steadily pointing the barrel of a glock in his direction.

“good girl,” he praises with tilt of a his head, genuinely proud of your awareness and swiftness to act.

your form was good, held firm and semi-confident, almost exactly like what he showed you to do years ago in a conscious effort to ensure you knew how to protect yourself whenever he wasn’t around, if necessary. he pushes out an amused laugh through his nose, softly smiling when you finally realize that it was in fact your husband who you were aiming at and not some intrusive enemy while slowly beginning to lower your firearm.

“leon..?” the shaky surprise in your voice and the widening of your eyes makes his heart beat faster than before, but the way you put the safety back on and run into his arms causes him to believe that it’s almost capable of flying out of his chest. not much has that effect on him, but he doesn’t mind that it’s you who does.

“hey, gorgeous.” he scoops you up with ease, big arms wrapped around your waist with a content exhale released from being close again after the punishing distance. “miss me?”

“i almost shot your ass, are you kidding me?!” you whisper-yell, excitedly kissing all over his face when he sets you down to stand on your feet. and leon happily accepts every single one, basking in your loving affection like it was the one true thing capable of curing him all along. “you usually call when you’re coming home. scared the hell out of me!”

“oh baby, i thought you liked surprises. something change while i was away?”

“well no, but your lousy attempt at surprising me almost got you a bullet, mr. kennedy.”

“i think that’s a much warmer welcome than a certain one i’ve told you about, mrs. kennedy.”

you smile up at him even wider, arms loosely draped around his neck with his strong hands resting on your hips. “i missed you.”

your reunions were never over the top, at least not anymore in comparison to the early phase of your rocky relationship. he always vows to come home to you, so that’s what you’ve grown to expect over the many years together and he’s yet to break that promise thus far.

“yeah?” he’s already leaning in to kiss you tenderly, tongue slipping into your mouth and his calloused palms slide down your back to grab two healthy handfuls of your ass over your nightgown. “funny. i don’t remember getting a postcard or anything telling me that.”

“alllright.” your kisses are quick and sweet against his lips, proving just how much you couldn’t get enough after being away from them for so long. even the feeling of his light stubble against your skin and that gorgeous hair of his was something you unashamedly craved. “don’t start with me now.”

“yes ma’am.” leon kisses the tip of your nose next. “i missed you, too. more than usual this time, if you can believe it.”

you frown. “i take it that this mission was a lot, huh?”

“more than i would’ve liked. nothing i couldn’t handle.”

leon never cared to talk much about work if he didn’t have to, especially when it was this fresh—and you would never push him to. that brief flash of sorrow in his baby blues was all you needed to move on and put a pin in it.

“you sleepy?” hesitantly you remove yourself from his embrace, taking his hand into yours as you guide him to your room.

“a little.”

“hungry?”

he grins, shutting the door behind you two once you’re inside. “only if there’s a certain someone on the menu that i can have.”

trying to stay quiet with leon buried deep in your pussy after all this time apart was by far one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

you knew what he wanted before he even began to slide the thin strap down your shoulder, letting his lips trace the path his fingers took as they ghosted along your warm skin.

then when he put you on your back, staring hungrily at your fingers playing with your drooling cunt while standing at the foot of the bed and undressing himself slowly, you knew reeling it in was destined to be a tough challenge you didn’t care to back down from.

how he was fucking you made it increasingly more difficult. there was no rush at all when he made love like this, zero urgency to speed things up for any reason. that’s why you were able to really feel each languid roll of his hips so intensely.

“right there, yeah?” he groans when you clench around him, nails digging into his already scarred flesh to leave marks he actually preferred to earn. “fuck me, it’s been so long…”

the silhouette of him thrusting into you beneath the sheets, your stifled wanton moans, and the subtle echos of his skin slapping against yours was the most titillating recipe you could’ve ever made together.

you were hanging onto him like you were afraid he’d be taken from you again, fingers gripping his hair streaked with gray and smooth hands sliding across his wide back.

“l-leon,” you mewled, choking on your unspoken pleas when the sensation of him grinding into your clit almost renders your legs numb from the dizzying pleasure. “don’t leave me again… d-don’t leave—hah—anym-more..”

“not leaving you, sweetheart.” your husband presses his forehead to yours like that’s what’ll seal his promise, both of your ragged breaths fanning across each other’s faces as his thick cock drags along your tight walls. he’s never been much of a talker when he’s focused on making you feel good, opting for hurried wet kisses in the crook of your neck and quick words of affirmation to ensure you know that he’s listening.

his entire body covers yours, his massive stature being your safe haven with every slow and unhurried stroke. it brings immense comfort to feel his bulging muscles, grounding weight, and the heat of him surrounding you. even his fresh and masculine scent was enough to have your eyes rolling further into the back of your head.

you were so far beyond greedy for him, working your own hips to meet his in nearly perfect unison. you needed him deeper, wanted to feel him nestled inside of you until you were eventually given no other choice but to separate.

leon presses into you more when your legs spread further to accommodate his mass the closer your orgasms get. it doesn’t take long before he’s claiming your mouth as his seed rushes into you, and his pumps never falter even as your pussy struggles to hold all of him in.

the vibrations of his grunts rumbling in his chest, the pressure in between your legs as he continues working to keep his cum inside of you—if you didn’t already have that giant diamond on your finger, you would’ve been begging for him to give you one.

every squeeze from your hot pussy gushing around leon’s dick keeps him from pulling out. he’s too desperate for your grip to consider losing it anyway.

“don’t think a condom would’ve prevented that one,” he teases, chuckling tiredly as he settles himself on top of you completely. you can’t help but to laugh at his stupidly corny commentary.

“don’t tell me this is your way of secretly hoping for another one.”

he inhales you before resting his ear to your heartbeat. “ask me again in the morning.”

“mhm. aren’t you forgetting something?”

leon hums, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “i love you.”

“good. i love you, too.”

a/n: patiently waiting for kubz scouts to upload the next part… i can’t get leon out of my head skdgjwks. and the more i read this, the more i actually kinda like it… WHO WOULD’VE THUNK

to this day, it didn’t 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 he’s 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 he’d won for you a couple months back.

“everything okay?” 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 you’d never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.

“yeah, it’s 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.”

“you and your family are just too cute. once again, i’m reminded where you get all that audacity from.”

valko grins at the giggle you can’t 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. “but you know i’m down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, that’s how we always move. like a pack, right?”

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 wasn’t secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didn’t always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.

“didn’t even give you any info on it yet and you’re already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?”

“oh, i’m the eager one?” 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. it’s why he always says you read him better than any book he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“what the fuc—”

“watch it,” 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. “so quick to start with me. aren’t you supposed to be my good boy?”

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.

“aren’t i always?”

“you have your moments. i’ve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.”

“hm. i bet it does.” his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. “is it my turn to make a move now?”

he’s pulling you off the couch and on top of him before you’re 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 you’re settled in his lap.

the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.

“oh, you perv.”

“perv? that’s not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?” he’s slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. “i just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. can’t blame me for what i can’t control.”

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 you’ve 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.

“would you look at that. and i’m the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think we’re mixing things up.”

“can’t i admire my boyfriend? isn’t this natural?”

it’s almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.

“‘course you can. in fact, you better. but…” he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. “i’m sensing that admiration isn’t the only thing you’ve got planned in that big head of head of yours.”

“fuck off,” you laugh, pinching his nose. “and don’t act so tough.”

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. “admiration isn’t enough for you anyways.”

your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know he’d fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and it’s 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, you’re embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast he’s proud to be.

it’s when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldn’t 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 that’s 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.

“you’re not… hah—wearing underwear…” you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. you’re 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.

“aren’t you smart.” the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has the 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.

“sit up,” 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 he’s got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in between—the visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.

valko’s hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.

“val,” 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. “w-want it inside. want it so bad…”

“you open that pretty mouth for everything else.” he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. “should’ve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.”

but you can’t wait for that now, not when you’re 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.

“you smell so sweet,” he coos through a husky moan. “mm. you’ll let me taste it later? it’s not good to be stingy.”

“right t-there,” 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 you’re experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.

he’s 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.

“you can taste it if i can taste you, too.”

“a deal?” he raises an eyebrow as if he’s open to negations. “other than the obvious, what’s really in it for me?”

of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.

“keep making me feel good…” your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. “and maybe you’ll find out. or are you too scared?”

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 wouldn’t go easy.

a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. i’m so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining this…. i almost felt it—AND, i know we can’t really tell if he’s ooc or not but if you think he’s ooc… DON’T TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, you’re ALIVE over here. they can’t take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!