Multi-fandom Princess

“Mmm…” Your lips press into his cheek again, slower and more intentional, “I’m so sorry, babe.” His right hand reaches up to clasp around yours that’s smoothed out over his chest. Leaning further into him, pressing your chest into his shoulder, your lips find his jaw, “Does it console you to know you look extremely handsome right now?”

“Hmm…” He lets out a light laugh, tilting in the direction of your touch, “Only a little.”

Leaning back, your lips touch his ear and offer up a sultry whisper, causing his hand to squeeze yours tighter, “Just a little?”

“Mhmm.” His eyes close, a happy hum sounding from his throat, “You should keep...complimenting me…hm?”

“Oh, awh,” you coo playfully, rubbing over his chest with your free left hand not clasped in his, “does someone need words of affirmation to get his work done so we can go home?”

“Mhm, I do.” His head leans back onto your left shoulder, a grin making its way onto his lips, his eyes still closed, “Especially from you…”

“Oh, yeah?” He lets go of your right hand, his hands flattening over his desk while he leans further back into his chair.

“Mmhm…” He rubs the back of his head on your shoulder, his face tilting toward your neck as his nose and lips brush against your skin.

“Mmm, okay, then, where to start?” With your right hand now free, using your index finger, you draw a line from beneath and over his adam’s apple until you reach his jaw, causing him to shudder. You muse sarcastically, “Hm, this will be difficult...”

He swallows under the touch of your finger, “Oh, shush you.” You smile and bring your hand back to his chest, turning your head toward him to leave a small kiss on his forehead.

“You’re so smart and kind…honest, handsome…” He hums, still rubbing against your shoulder. You let your right hand squeeze his pec over the soft, smooth material of his sleek suit, “You’re so big and strong…”

Smiling with his eyes closed, he lets out a more gravely hum, “Mhm…”

Flattening both of your hands against his chest again, “You also happen to look super fucking sexy in this suit…”

“Oh, yeah?” Tilting into you, he nuzzles into your neck with his nose, “You like me all cleaned up, hm?”

“Mhm…” Your lips touch his forehead again, “You know I like you wild, more. Specifically in workout clothes.” He laughs quietly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “But…sometimes…yeah, I do.” You bring your right hand up to his tie, loosening it, “I really do...”

You let go of his tie and bring your right hand back toward his neck, the tips of your fingers reaching his adam’s apple again, each word an affectionate whisper you share near his ear, “You’re charitable…humble…decisive…funny…so loving…”

He sighs more openly, happily, “Mmm…”

“You’re so romantic…your dick is—”

His laugh interrupts you, lifting his head off your shoulder—he needs to focus. “Okay, there, pup.”

As he sits up, your left hand still on his chest comes up higher, your right still on his neck. Letting both of your hands glide to his shoulders, you lightly massage his traps, “Your tongue feels amazing…so do your hands…” He groans at your touch—at your words, “Don’t even get me started on—”

He interrupts again, his voice low, “Okay—I don’t know how this h-helping me finish my work at this point…”

You hum, continuing to massage, “You asked for my affirmations…I’m just giving them to you…” Running your hands off his traps and down to the sides of his shoulders, you squeeze, leaning your face back in toward his neck, “You feel absolutely amazing inside me, your cock is perfect…”

His hands slide off his desk and onto his lap, leaning back into you again, his voice a quiet groan, “Mmm, yeah?”

“Mmhm…oh, yeah.” You place a soft kiss against his neck, smiling when you feel goosebumps raise on his skin, “I wish it was in me now, actually, in the back of stretch.”

He twitches in his seat, sinking deeper into the chair, his legs kicking out slightly underneath his desk, “Mmmph…fuck—that sounds nice…”

“Mhm…doesn’t it?” You part your lips, sucking briefly on a particular spot on his neck you know he loves, “I love it when you can’t keep your hands off me on the way home…”

You let yourself more fervently attack his neck with your mouth, your teeth biting into his skin, “D-definitely not helping me—nngh—focus on work…”

“Mmmph…” You continue to sink into his neck. He tastes so good…smells so good… Breaking away from his neck with a small gasp, you speak suddenly into his skin, “I want you in my mouth…”

He moans, the feeling of your mouth even if gone, still lingering. He’s now left to picture your mouth doing something else. “Y-you—”

You bite his neck softly before speaking into his skin again, “Shh, it’ll help—”

He interrupts, groaning, “With w-what exactly?”

“Oh, definitely not your work, but—mmm—” You slip your right hand down his torso and along his abs—that you can feel even through a jacket and dress shirt—eventually landing at the edge of his hard cock that’s straining in his slacks.

“It’ll help this go away—” you palm his length, rubbing him slowly with your hand, “and…” your lips find his neck again for a soft, slow kiss, “it’ll help quell my need for your cock inside me just a little longer, hm?” He finally lets out loud moan, craning his neck slightly in the opposite direction of your mouth to allow your lips more access to his skin, “Let you get back to work, hm?”

Groaning expressly now, you smile as you watch his chest rise and fall quickly, “Mmm, you make such tempting offers, pup.”

Your lips touch the edge of his ear, “I know, right? Mmm—look at this—” With the space given to you at the behest of the material of his slacks, you grab his length, “From just a few compliments, huh?” Letting the palm of your hand rub against him again, “Be a good boy and relax for me, okay?” He starts to tilt his hips up in his chair, “I love watching you pant and struggle when I touch your cock—nngh—so sexy…”

“Mmhm—s-shit…”

“Do me a favor an unbutton your pants for me, hm? S’hard to reach…”

He does just as you ask, and quick, too. As soon as you can see him, you let out a gasp—it doesn’t matter how many times you see his cock. Eagerly, having to press against his back with your body to reach, you let your hand wrap just under the head of his cock. “I’m so fucking wet from just talking about it let alone doing it—I’m soaked now…” With a gentle but intentional grasp, you let your hand fall closer to the base before making it back up to the same spot, deliberately not touching the head of his cock.

His voice shakes, “B-baby—m-my god…”

“Mmhm, look—look how pretty you are in my hand, handsome. So big too, mmm—fuck—”

Gasping, he does what you say and watches, “H-holy shit…your hand…”

“Good boy, that’s it…just relax—you work so hard, baby.” You kiss his neck again and he groans, “I’ll make it all better, hm?”

“Mmhm—nngh—oh m-my god—”

Releasing him from your hand, he groans at the loss, “Do me another favor, handsome, lick my hand for me, hm?” As soon as you ask, he lets out a moan that sounds more like a whimper when you hold your hand in front of his face. Again, doing just as you ask, he licks a flat stripe up the center of your palm. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Thank you, baby.” He moans again before you can even touch him.

Returning to him, you let your hand grip the center of his length, slow in how you move up toward his tip, your palm gently grazing over the sides of the head of his cock before smoothing back down toward the base. “Fuck me—b-baby—I—”

“Shh, you said you’re tired. Just relax, yeah?” He nods, trying to fight small whimpers and groans as you work him in your hand, intentionally letting the edge of your touch reach just under his tip without actually going over it again.

Suddenly, you let him go again and he groans louder this time, “Turn around, handsome.” You step back from his chair, and without missing a beat, he’s pushing away from the desk with his hands and using his feet to spin his office chair around to face you. “Good boy, such a good listener.” Finally getting a good look at his face, he’s completely flushed, a cute red hue cresting over his cheeks and ears. Offering him a coy smile, you sink down onto your knees, using your hands on his own for support.

“S’pretty, my fucking god—can barely stand to look at you, pup.” He sinks forward in his seat, allowing his hips and thighs to come forward as you take up the space between his spread legs.

Slowly—delicately—you let your hand wrap around the base, bringing your tongue to barely graze the underside of his tip. “Mmm—l love your cock—just look at it…”

Unbuttoning the jacket of his suit to allow himself more room to breathe, “F-fuck…b-baby—”

Eager, you let your tongue run a slow, long striped lick from base to tip, “Mmm…” You scoot in and hover your mouth over him, letting a thin strand of saliva from your watering mouth spill over the head of his cock.

His hands quickly wrap around the armrests of his chair, “Oh my god—”

“Mmhm—such a good boy for me.” With your fingers coiled in the shape of him, you push from his tip down, applying the gentlest squeeze as you work your way back down to his base.

His chest heaving, his cock now slick with your spit, “P-please…”

After offering several strokes of your hand, you tilt forward and kiss just underneath his tip, your tongue poking out to tease him, “Mm, please what, handsome?”

He speaks through a broken pant, “Please p-put m-me in your mouth—nngh—”

“Mmm, hold my hair for me.” With his thighs trembling, he leans forward, affectionately running his hands over and through your hair to collect it all into a loose ponytail. Holding your hair in one hand, he relaxes back into his chair. “Thank you, baby.” After letting your tongue repeatedly glide over his frenulum until he’s gasping and bucking his hips, “Mmm, all you had to do was ask, handsome.”

Slowly, you let your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue amply wetting the underside of his length as you push down carefully. Your eyes flutter at the taste of him and he instantly moans before you can truly get anywhere.

Humming against him, you take more, careful to let your tongue make short movements as your lips drag against his length while staring up at him. “Your e-eyes, f-fuck—stop looking at m-me like that—nngh!”

“Mmhmm…” Your less than subtle vocalization sends his hips forward, the pressure of him going deeper and stretching your mouth around him instantly sending a throb through your cunt. Moaning at the pressure of him, his hand tightens its grasp around your hair.

“S’pretty—love stretching your mouth open, doll.” You moan against him, obsessed with the feeling, your eyes growing dewy at the stretch. With impatience to have him cum down your throat, you grip his base in your hand as you move your mouth forward and back along his length, deliberate in the pressure from your tongue. 

You’ve never been able to take the whole of him in your mouth, it most likely—and more so quite literally—impossible, but it was always fun to try. Past moving forward and back eagerly, you sink into him, his tip wedging into the soft palate at the back of your throat. “Ah—careful, pup. Don’t hurt yourself—slow d-down—” you lightly shake your head, both to simulate his tip squeezed into the entrance of your throat and to try and get just a little bit more of him into your throat, “nngh, f-fuck!”

After hearing a small gag, he pulls you back using your hair until your mouth pops off him with a gasp. When you whine, he gives you a knowing look, his chest heaving dramatically. He’s always worried about hurting you. Giving him a look with your eyes that says “Fine,” you take his tip in your mouth again, letting your hand do a lot of the other work as it meets your mouth at a consistent pace until he’s moaning again—the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, sucking while applying a gentle teasing pressure with your tongue, and your hand stroking him too much.

Staring up at him, you slow the stroke of your hand as you let your tongue rest needily against the underside of his tip before swiping back and forth. “Are you gonna give me your cum, handsome?”

Moaning while his hand tightens his grasp on your hair again, “M-mhmm…yes—f-fuck…s’good—”

Working your hand a bit faster again, you let your tongue return to teasing the head of his cock. “Good boy, that’s it.” When his head tilts back and he looks away from you, “Uh-uh, handsome. Look at me when I make you cum.” With his free hand not holding your hair, his knuckles go white against the arm of his chair and he nods helplessly, swallowing harshly after a whimper breaks past his lips. Offering the flat of your tongue to him and between gentle taps of the head of his cock against your tongue supported by your hand, “Mhm…right…here…”

As his gaze is wholly fixated on your inviting mouth, his brows knit deeply, “Oh—h-holy shit—m’gonna—” before he can finish his warning, his first rope of cum—hot and delicious—shoots neatly across your tongue, and as soon as it does, you’re wrapping your lips back around him and taking as much of him as you can, loving the feeling of his twitching cock in your mouth. “Nngh—f-fuck—pup—!” 

With your eyes practically rolling back, you push until you can’t anymore, “Mmmph—” You relish in the subsequent spurts of his cum that glide easily down the back of your throat.

Letting go of your hair, both of his hands come around the sides of your head, trying to control the buck of his hips forward while also trying to stop you from pushing beyond your limit, helpless moans falling with each twitch and rope of cum he offers your mouth. “M-my god—baby—y-you—” You ignore him, swallowing all that you’re given.

After you’re sure he’s finished completely, you let your mouth pop off his length with a gasp and a bit of spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, “Oh my god, you taste so fucking perfect.” Still holding him and stroking gently, you let your tongue tease the underside of his tip again, daring and desiring to push him to his wits end.

His thighs twitch, “H-hey!”

You grin, “What?” You lick slower.

“S-stop it, y-you—nngh—”

“I can’t help myself, s’good—let me finish cleaning you off, make sure there’s nothing left—” You let your tongue return to his base, licking to his tip again.

“You definitely—nngh—pup—!” He wants to flick you, remind you that you absolutely got him for all he’s worth, but he doesn’t—a part of him very much enjoying the fun of overstimulation you long to cause him.

You moan, but finally stop licking him, “S’fun though…playing with you…”

Completely breathless, “God, you’re a m-menace…”

You smile, kissing under his tip again, “Just for you, handsome.”

He leans down and into you when you finally take your hand off him. Letting go of your hair and gripping your face with both of his hands instead, he lets out a low growl but still smiles, his eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. “S’fucking naughty, pup. Mmm, I love you.”

“I love—” He doesn’t let you finish, crashing his lips onto yours instead. You fight a smile, accepting the passion behind his kiss as he exhales deeply from his nose. You release a light moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and against yours. Still holding your face, he breaks away, groaning before he pecks your nose with his lips. “I love you, handsome.”

“Mmm—I’m gonna bite you.”

“W-what!?” You giggle, trying to pull your face away but he holds you in place, bringing his lips to your cheek for a short kiss before he softly nips your skin. “Y-you—!”

Watching you carefully while he sits back, he tucks his cock back into his slacks. Without another word, he stands up from his chair and is quick to hook both of his hands underneath your armpits, yanking you off the ground and into his body. “B-babe—!”

He chuckles, bending down and wrapping his arms around your thighs and under your ass, promptly—and easily—throwing you over his shoulder. You release a sharp giggle, “H-hey, what are y-you—”

Fighting a smile, he keeps his tone as serious as he can, “You’re coming with me.”

Giggling with your head hanging past and behind him near his back, “And where may I ask, you gentle brute?”

His voice actually becomes serious, carrying a slight grit, “The stretch. So I can fuck you in the back, like you want—like I want.”

“Nngh—mmm—w-what about work?”

“Fuck work. Can wait until tomorrow.”

You watch the floor as you dangle and notice his consistent pace straight for the exit. “My affirmations didn’t work, then.”

“Oh, they worked all right.” He offers a light spank to your ass that’s over his shoulder, causing you to giggle and gasp.

Hitting the button of the elevator in his office, he keeps you over his shoulder until you’re both standing in the small space and the doors close. Carefully, he sets you down back onto your feet.

Wasting no time, he grips both of your wrists, lifting your arms up and pressing them—and you—against the side wall of the elevator. His height, his presence, his demeanor, his warmth—everything about him is intimidating and domineering, but what really makes you break is that you know the sweet man beneath all of that.

Peering down at you caught between him and the wall, “You got really hot for me really fast, hm?” He smirks, “Was it the suit?”

“Mmm—nngh—it d-definitely contributed…”

“Good, I’ll leave it on when I fuck you in about—” he glances over his shoulder toward the descending number displaying within the elevator, making a quick calculation for how long it’ll be until you’re both actually in the car, “four minutes.”

“F-fuck—” you whine, trying to arch into him under his grasp, “how about…right here, in the elevator, hm?”

“I thought you wanted it in the back of the stretch?” He overlaps your wrists so he can hold them up in just his left hand, providing an easier ability to lean down and into you, his face moving past yours until his lips are right next to your ear, whispering, “Don’t tell me you changed your mind, pretty girl.”

“Who said I d-did? A girl can’t have two wants, hm?”

“Fuckin’ hell…you’re trying to drain me, huh?”

“Always—” his teeth sink into your neck, “nngh—ah!” 

“Whatever my princess wants…” He pulls his face from your neck, his face in front of yours, a cunning look in his eyes as you’re panting. Keeping you—and your arms—in place, he’s tall enough to lean away slightly and knock his right fist into the emergency stop button in the elevator.

Returning to you, his body pressing back into yours, his lips inching closer and closer, “She gets.”

From the look in his eyes, a chill of anticipatory nerves shoots up your spine, a small laugh escaping into the confined space you’re both now stuck in, “W-wait—Val—”

He shakes his head lightly, “Mm-mm, my turn—mmmph…” His lips land on yours in a way that leaves you breathless. You whine when he pulls away, “Maybe I really should wear this more often, hm?” You shake your head at him, panting. “Oh, no? And why is that, baby?”

He pulls your arms up just a little higher, the stretch causing your back to arch as your chest presses beneath his, “Nngh—” 

He doesn’t need your confirmation and easily puts two and two together himself. “Oh, I see.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, “You like it’s rarity. Like a special treat, hm?”

You smile, small pants and another light laugh escaping, “Mmhm…”

“Mmm…” His lips trail kisses along your jaw, “Good to know.” With his right hand, his fingertips dig into your hip, his torso giving you some space as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips soft and slow. “You know, I like what you wear when you join me here, too.” Trapped beneath his grasp, you moan to the feeling of his lips on your neck—his teeth grazing your skin. “Little Miss Hunter in a pencil skirt and blouse, go figure.”

“Oh, y-yeah?”

“Very much so, pup. You’re sexy in everything—” His lips get closer to your ear, “You’re especially sexy in absolutely nothing, that’s my favorite,” pressing his parted lips back into your neck, “but—”  you gasp when you feel his tongue run a short distance over your skin, “I do like this studious, corporate look on you, too, can’t lie.”

Wiggling against his grasp, wanting to touch him, “Is that s-so, handsome?”

“Mhm, I don’t know,” he laughs quietly into your skin, “you look like you might hit me with a ruler or something—”

“W-what!?” As he pulls his face out from your neck, you both laugh. You quirk your brow at him, “Is someone looking to get punished, hm?”

“Maybe…” His right hand on your hip comes up to gently grip your chin, “Do I get to punish you back?”

Letting your eyes flick down to his lips, “Dressed like you are now, most definitely.”

He gets a bit closer, leaving an intentional space between your lips, “Oh, yeah?”

You provide a short, slow nod, tilting your head off the wall as much as you’re able to get closer to his lips, “Mhm…bend me over your lap…spank me red…”

With his lips practically touching yours but still not offering a kiss, “Mmm—maybe we should go to the stretch…”

You lean your head back against the wall, tilting your hips forward toward him, “I mean—I would love to get bent over your thighs, but—there’s also a perfectly good elevator wall I could lean against that’s much closer…”

His index finger and thumb tighten their grasp on your chin, “Mm, that’s very true, pup.” Staring down at your lips before meeting your eyes again, “That little spank on your mind, hm?”

You bite your bottom lip, “Nngh—y-yes…”

“You’re s’naughty—I really shouldn’t take you to work...just trying to find an excuse to suck my cock, huh? Distract me?”

“N-no—”

“Don’t lie, baby.” He gives you a short, quick kiss, one that leaves you whining and wanting more. “I think you’ve been lying in wait each time I’ve brought you, trying to find a good time to get on your knees, hm?”

You try to get closer to his lips again but he doesn’t let you, “M-maybe…”

“Fuck—I’m weak, I lied.” You let out a breathy laugh at his inability to stand firm. He responds with a short chuckle before his voice calms and becomes more serious, “I’ll keep bringing you…maybe make you stay under my desk. Would you like that?”

The thought of being trapped under his desk with nowhere else to go makes your knees buckle, “Oh—mmhm—y-yes—” 

A smirk plays on his lips, “Thought so.” Bringing his lips back to yours, he’s deliberate with the pace he sets in deepening the kiss, teasing you and testing your patience.

Suddenly breaking away, his voice becomes a growl, “Fuck, I can smell how wet you are.” He’s hurriedly pressing his lips against yours, eliciting a moan that breaks into the air when he pulls away, “God, I wanna taste you so bad right now but—I think you want something else, hm?” You nod desperately, “Mm—ngh—fine.” He’s always happy to give you whatever you want, but it’d be a lie to deny that fighting against his need to taste you was immensely challenging…

“Later, you’ll let me taste you, yeah? Mmm—sit on my face, maybe?” Despite the loud moan occurring to the thought, you smile and nod, “Good—you’re not allowed to forget, okay?”

“Mhm—I w-won’t—nngh—”

Leaning down, his right hand lands above your knee and his fingers grip the hem of your skirt, yanking it up considerably, its tight structure clinging to the back of your ass and thighs as he uses his hand to drag the front of the material up, and up. He’s tall enough that his left hand clamped around your wrists never has to move.

Letting his hand slip between your thighs, his middle and ring finger press against your slit, quick to feel the wetness that easily seeped through the material of your panties while you sucked his cock, “Gosh, pup. Is this just from having my cock in your mouth?”

You nod desperately, “Nngh—y-yes…”

“That’s s’fucking hot, my god.” His fingers find your clit, offering a slow and slight circular motion over the cotton, “You weren’t lying, hm? You love my cock, huh?”

“S-so much—f-fuck—”

He can’t help but smile, enjoying the look of desperation on your face that’s typically to be found on his own, “I should choke you with it more often, then.”

“Yes p-please, oh my god—”

He lets his lips brush teasingly against yours, whispering, “I like when you’re a bit of mess, slobbering on me—trying to take as much as you can—it was s’fucking hot.”

“Mmhm—nngh—”

“Mmm…you’re so fucking cute, why didn’t you tell me about this little fantasy, hm?” He slows the drag of his fingers, “You want the Chairman to take you into his elevator after abusing your mouth to spank you then fuck you silly, hm?”

“Val—h-holy shit—”

“Mm-mm, no backing out now, pup. Not when I’ve got you right where I want you…” Pushing underneath the top hem of your panties, “Why don’t you…beg a little, hm?”

“P-please—” A sudden gasp interrupts your sentence when his fingers spread your slit.

He tsks, “Awh, pup, you can do better than that. Much better. Come on, now, let me hear it.” He lets his fingers collect a considerable amount of wetness from your entrance before gliding back up to land on your clit.

“Val—nngh—”

“That’s Chairman to you, missy.” A loud moan rips from your chest and you’re sure if he wasn’t holding you up, you would’ve—without a doubt—collapsed onto the floor on the elevator.

“Fucking—oh my god—V-Val—” 

He tsks at you again, his voice more commanding after the initial sound, “Ah, ah. What did I just say?”

“Mmm—nngh—Chairman will you—f-fuck—p-put your hands on me, p-please?”

He smiles, his lips teasing the edge of your jaw while the tip of his middle finger teases your clit, “Cute, good start, pup. Keep going.”

“Mmph—y-you—”

“Go on, you can do it, baby.”

“Fuck! Nngh—I w-want you to spank me—spank me p-please. I wanna feel your hands all over me—”

“Good girl.”

“I-I can’t—p-please—I n-need you to spank me—”  His voice is a quiet hum, a groan slipping out of his mouth while he teases your clit, waiting for more. “Fuck—Chairman p-please—I w-want you to spank m-me s’fucking badly—’til I’m crying— I-I—”

Suddenly, his hand slips out from your panties and you release a sharp whine, “Mmm…turn around, let me hear a little more, yeah?” Shakily, with the little room that’s available between him and the wall, you turn the small circle to face the wall. “That’s it…put your hands on the wall for me.”

For some reason, the lack of an affectionate pet phrase he uses with you nearly every other sentence being missing from the last two sends a throb deep inside your cunt. He was playing into the fantasy and doing so exceptionally well.

Moaning, you do as he says, your palms flat against the cool metal near your shoulders, your elbows down and bent. “Val—” 

“Ah…” His hands land on your hips, dragging you back while pressing his hips forward against your ass—his cock already painfully hard again and easily felt through both his slacks and your skirt.

Your voice is a shudder against the wall, “S-shit—C-Chairman—are you gonna spank m-me, hm?”

“Mmm…eventually…” Each time he drives his hips forward, he’s tugging you back slightly, causing you to slip further and further down and against the wall until you’re properly bent over in front of him.

“P-please—I need it—I need it s-so fucking bad—”

His voice is stern, “I can see that.”

“I’m s-sorry for distracting y-you—I c-can’t help myself—nngh—” 

“So cute…” He easily slips back into his loving self hearing you apologize, but a slight edge still remains in his voice, “It’s okay, baby, I know you can’t.”

“Mhm—you’re too sexy—nngh—”

He lets his hands slip up and away from your hips, smoothing them over your back, “Mmhm…”

“P-please when you are gonna—”

Playing back into it, “Shh, have some patience, missy.” His hands glide back down to your hips.

Your legs shake, “F-fuck—mmmph…”

“S’naughty…I wish you told me this sooner, pup. Look at you—” he groans, his fingertips sinking into the fabric of your skirt on your hips, “wiggling your cute ass against me…you really want a good spanking, hm?”

“Y-yes, yes! Please—oh m-my god—” 

His chuckle his low, his fingertips still teasing you and not reacting the way you want them to. “So impatient, pup. Isn’t that part of this little dynamic, I have the power, no?”

“Y-yes, you d-do…”

“Then be a good girl for me, yeah? I don’t wanna have to punish you worse than I’m already going to.” His hips drive forward again, his hard cock grinding into you, “Well…maybe that’s what you want.”

“Mmhm—f-fuck yes—h-holy shit I’m—” In quick succession, his hips pull off you and his left hand comes down on your ass, hard. “Mmm—! Oh m-my god—”

“S’cute…” You’re already trembling against the wall from a single smack, wanting infinitely more then what you just received.

Desiring to see what kind of reaction you can elicit, “Chairman—nngh—I k-know you can do b-better than that, hm?”

“Oh, is that right? Not hard enough for my princess, huh?”

“Mm-mm—” He lets his left hand grope you over your skirt.

“Gotta work up to that, pup. Don’t you worry…” His hand comes down again on the same cheek, harder but intentionally so not as hard as you’re asking for. “We’ll get there.”

“Nngh—mhm—y-yes please…”

“So needy for a good spanking, aren’t you?” Before you can mumble an agreement, his hand comes down again on your right cheek this time, the hardest yet.

“Ah—! Mmmph—” Panting and growing in satisfaction, you let the side of your face press against the wall.

“I haven’t even taken your skirt off yet, pup. Be patient.” He lets his fingers graze over the spot he just spanked, a little push into your flesh through the fabric from his fingertips driving a whine out from you. “Good girl.”

“Va—Chairman—p-please—more—I w-want—” His hand cocks back further, coming back down much, much, harder against you. “Mmph!” You let yourself moan loudly against the wall. “H-holy shit—mhm—j-just like that…”

He chuckles, his fingers delicately finding the small zipper on the back of your skirt. He pulls it down agonizingly slowly—so slow that you start whining. “Shush, you.”

“Nngh—!”

Once the zipper is at its end, both of his hands grip the material by your hips and he pulls your skirt down with a sharp tug, causing you to gasp. Once your skin is bare, he groans, letting go of your skirt and letting it drop—and stay—pooled around your ankles. “Mmm—s’fucking pretty…I know I said you completely naked is my favorite, and it is,” his fingers slip underneath the edge of your thong and he pulls the material outward, “but...this thong is fucking sexy…” when he finishes speaking, he lets go and it snaps against your skin.

“M-my god…” He lets both of his hands run down your skin, offering a grope and squeeze to both sides of your ass.

“Such a good girl, staying in place for me.”

“Mmhm…” Letting his fingers rest on and tease your skin, you don’t know when he may come down next. “P-please…”

“Please what, pup?”

“Spank m-me—nngh—fuckin’ please—I need—” Changing the angle of his body, he switches from using his left hand and his right comes down hard against your skin. “Y-yes—oh my god—yes—!” It was harder with his dominant hand, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the elevator.

Releasing a light growl, his hand comes down in the same spot quick—twice in a row. You let out a needy shriek as a result. Afterward, he smooths his large, warm palm over the spot turning a light pink. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, pup...you like being a bad girl, hm?”

Even without an active spank, you can’t stop moaning, “Mmhm—y-yes—”

His voice carries an edge while he gropes you again, “I bet you want my cock inside you right now—me to spank you during, huh?”

“Mmhm—oh my god—yes p-please—nngh—!”

“Let the Chairman spank you a little more then I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

***

Finally out of the high-rise and exiting from the first floor, once you’re both out the large glass double doors, he’s scooping you up bridal style and heading directly for the stretch. When he scoops you up, you giggle, happy to be in his arms, “Thank you, handsome.”

He smiles at you warmly, “Shouldn’t have to walk after all that, princess.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, grinning at him, “You’re a very generous Chairman, you know that?”

“Mmm, you can tell me more about how generous I am in the stretch, yeah, baby?”

Grumbling, you squeeze his forearm that’s closest to you, sinking your nails into his skin, “Mmmph…s’cozy, shh.”

He lets out a more hearty laugh, flexing his forearm for you in the process, “Did you just shush me?” 

“Mmhm…shhhh.” Your voice becomes a needy whine, turning your head to the side to rub your cheek on him, “…Ruining it…quiet, you.”

With his continuing sweet laugh that warms your heart, he still sounds a tad offended, “I’m ruining it!?” When you don’t reply and continue to smush your cheek into him, he simply watches, loving deeply when you behave in any capacity how he often does. He kisses the top of your head, “You’re so cute.” After waiting a second to see if you’d stop—you don’t, he hums again before speaking, “Do you know what today is, doll?”

You shake your head no, using it as an excuse to keep rubbing on him. After, you bring your face full frontal back into the side of his pec, “Mmm, mm-mm. Shh!”

He laughs again, brushing away some stray hairs of yours splayed across his chest, “Just about day fourteen of your cycle.” 

You release a small groan into him, a little frustration rising that he won’t just let you have your fun without a bit of a pestering and a tease, “Mmm, so?” Your voice is muffled due to your mouth—your whole face—being actively pressed against him.

“So…” He waits for your reaction.

“Oh—oh.” You lift your head up quickly, looking at him with bleary eyes from having them closed for so long, “Can you—!?” He knows your cycle better than you do. While helpful, it left little information to the imagination, and he can always sense any changes in your behavior before you even process that they’re happening. It truly did make him the sweetest, best, and most informed boyfriend there ever was.

He grins, holding back another laugh while nodding, “Oh, yeah.” You stare at him a bit abashed, squeezing your legs together while you press your face back into him out of embarrassment and a rising, needy desire to have your face right back where it was, “Well, even if I couldn’t...” His voice lowers, “Look at you, pup.”

You groan again, “Mmm, you’re so big…so warm...just—shhh.” You playfully nip at his skin through his shirt.

He chuckles, using one of his hands to stroke your hair as you nuzzle him, “Okay, baby. Whatever you say…” All he needed to do was wait.

This wouldn’t end until you’re lifting his shirt up and shoving your face underneath. As soon as he goes to grab it and lift, you’re whining loudly, biting into his pec. “No! Mm-mm, leave me under here!”

He seals you back underneath his shirt and lets go, “Okay, okay! You’re so cute, pup. You can stay under there as long as you’d like.”

You press your lips into his skin, “Hmph…good.”

He’s like a furnace, so warm, and so, so, soft. His skin is electrifying to touch—whether it’s with your hands, your mouth, your body... You let your bottom lip drag across his skin, under and then over the side swell of his pec, your teeth grazing the space and closing—but not around his skin, like you’re teasing yourself as opposed to him.

When you feel him wiggle in his seat from your touch, you reach over and press your left hand against his hip that’s furthest from you, finally sinking your teeth into his skin. His voice is a reserved whimper, “H-hey—”

“Mmmph…” Needily, your mouth opens again, wide, sucking on his skin—taking however much of his muscle will fit into your mouth with a vacuumed pressure. While you suck, you let your tongue caress the skin that’s in your mouth.

His hips twitch again, “Pup—ngh—”

You shake your head gently, holding him in your mouth, “Mm-mm.” After you let him go, you mix deliberate and sloppy kisses to his skin, turning your focus and attention onto the space just beside his nipple.

By this point, you’re panting, quiet groans and whines slipping past your lips. He tastes so good and smells even better, the cedary scent of him contained and more powerful beneath the confines of his shirt. The more you suck, bite, lick, and kiss him...the harder you squeeze your thighs together.

When you truly process his scent and let it overwhelm you, you moan into his skin. You delicately let your tongue graze his skin, once just beside his nipple before going directly over it—softly...slowly...tantalizingly...

“Shit—mmm…” His hands press against you underneath his shirt. You press your lips into him softly before licking again, teasing the outer edge of his nipple with the tip of your tongue. He moans to the feeling, “Babe—”

Cutting him off, and by doing so like he frequently does to you, you let your lips wrap around him softly, sucking tenderly before applying more pressure and letting your tongue massage the bud. You feel his hips buck beneath your left hand, moaning openly against his skin at his reaction. You let go momentarily, only to flick your tongue against him before wrapping your lips around the bud again.

Without a warning other than a loud groan, he suddenly yanks his shirt up and over your head, the material landing above his chest. Caught, you release him from your mouth and smile up at him—equal parts mischievous and guilty. With his chest rising as he breaths deeply, you press your lips into him again, staring up at him with pleading, aroused eyes while you do so. “Mmm…” he shifts in his seat, a small groan sounding from his throat that makes his voice hoarse, “not even gonna let me watch you, pup?” You kiss the side of his chest, “That’s not very nice, hm?”

Moaning while doing so, you sink back into the side of his pec, biting and squeezing his muscle between your teeth. When he groans, you let go and sit up, “Off.” Like he thought, all he had to do was wait. Quickly, you lean forward and kiss the same spot you just bit, “Take it off. Right now.”

He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.” While you wait, impatiently, your fingers grip and sink into his thigh that’s closest to you. As you watch his core flex while his arms go up, your hands immediately part from his thigh to drag up his abs back to his chest. Once his shirt is off completely, he lets it drop behind the couch. He runs a hair through his hair, “Like my chest that much, princess?” 

You’re quick to straddle his lap, and instinctively each of his hands palm both sides of your ass, drawing you in closer with a tight grip. You wait not at all to let yourself grind down onto his lap, “Mmhm…”

As he leans forward to kiss you, you stop him by pressing your palms against the top of his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Your hands flatten, pressing harder as you drag down his muscle a short distance, “Just look at you, so fucking sexy…”

With his chest heaving and expanding under your touch, he chuckles, “Is that right?”

You sigh longingly, staring at his chest rather than at him, “Shut up.”

His eyes widen, but he can’t hide his smirk, “Geez, pup—”

You interrupt, finally meeting his eyes, “Quiet. Let me have my fun, hm?” 

After groaning, he swallows and nods, glancing down at your hands that now have a firm grip over his muscles, your nails pressing down into his skin until you make him moan.

As you continue to squeeze, palming his wide, warm muscles in your hands, his head tilts back and rests completely against the back of the couch’s edge. “Mmm... Good boy…” Before he can make a sound or move a muscle, you’re practically lunging for his throat, licking a clean, slow stripe up and over his adam’s apple.

“Ngh—oh—” His fingertips dig into your skin over the material covering your ass. When your teeth reach his jaw, you nip his skin, “F-fuck, pup—”

Leaning in on one side, your mouth is hot on his neck, not holding back in how you bite him. “Nngh!” Your hips drive down into his lap, easily feeling how hard he is—how hard he has been, likely since when you first drove your face into the side of his chest earlier.

As you retract from his neck panting, driven by a wild desire for him, he’s quickly lifting his head off the couch and gripping your face in both of his hands. “Pup—”

You don’t let him speak, crashing your mouth onto his instead. Where you may normally wait to slip your tongue into his mouth, you don’t. He moans into your mouth immediately at the contact, the grip of his hands on your face softening as he welcomes you. Reluctantly, you part from him, needing to say your piece, “I need you to cum inside me. Right now.”

“N-now?”

“Yes, Val. Right fucking now.” Your lips find his again, his groans and moans from you kissing him—grinding against him—falling easily and frequently into your mouth.

Trying to pull back from you and failing, he speaks between wet, desperate kisses, “W-wait—ngh—are you—mmm—sure?”

“Mhm.” Breaking away, your hands press against his chest as you grind down more intentionally. “Now, stop talking and help me get all my clothes off.”

When he doesn’t immediately react, your mouth goes straight back for his neck. You sink in, sucking on his flesh hard as you grind more aggressively against his cock. “F-fuck—if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to eat me, baby.”

Releasing his neck with a gasp, you bring your mouth right by his ear, whispering, “If you don’t help me get us both naked, right now...then yes, I will.”

“Pup—” he chuckles, only to silenced by his own moan when you nip his earlobe, “m-my god—nngh—” He groans again, starting to peel you off his lap by your waist. His voice becomes low, “Alright, I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please—yes, right now. I need you inside me.” You try to kiss him but can’t as he’s assertively pulling you off his lap and putting you on your feet in front of the couch.

After an aggressive handful of minutes involving mostly a frantic stripping of clothing, your back is pressed against the couch, your right leg up on Valko’s shoulder and your left pulled up by your hand underneath your knee. He’s planked above you, his left hand grabbing the couch’s armrest above your head, and his right holding his cock in his hand as he’s actively torturing you with it.

You’re a whining, dripping mess—submitted to him, “Valko please—h-holy fuck—put it in, I c-can’t take it!” You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so fucking hot before—quite literally burning up beneath him.

He fights a smile, carefully, and much too slow for your liking, grinds the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, “Gosh, pup—s’needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, y-yes! Val, put your cock inside me r-right now—I fuckin’—oh m-my god—s-stop teasing me—nngh—you asshole.” Each word that comes out of your mouth is interrupted by a pathetic whine.

He tsks at you, running his cock back down then up the length of your slit, “Hey, now, baby. No need to be mean, hm?”

Your voice cracks, whines that have become explicit moans interrupting practically every other word, “S-sorry but—nngh, fuck! You’re being s-so—”

He hums deeply from his throat, withholding his need to moan while trying to stay in control, “Sorry, gorgeous—mmm—I am kinda being a dick, huh? ...You’re just so fucking sexy, begging for me.”

With your free right hand, you reach for whatever part of his arm on the couch is available to you, gripping aggressively, “Ugh! Nngh—s-stop it—p-please!”

Pulling his eyes from yours, he watches as he grinds his cock against you, “Mmm—you’re so fucking wet, my god. Look at you…”

Utterly desperate for him, you’re saying anything and everything to get his cock inside you, “Mmhm—p-please, don’t you w-wanna feel? I’m so w-wet for y-your cock, p-please! I n-need you to cum inside me—” He moans, the suggestion right there for the taking. Instead, he lifts his cock the slightest bit up from you and taps against your clit, “Nngh!” Your eyes snap shut, desperation taking over in rapid, shallow breaths.

When you open your eyes again, he looks far too smug, “If y-you—ngh—don’t fuck me right n-now, I s-swear to—” Without waiting another second, thankfully, he’s sinking his tip inside you, “Mmmph!”

“Good girl—ngh—fuckin’ oh my—”

You immediately drag your left leg up even higher with your hand, pulling your thigh against your body, the action pulling him deeper, as you interrupt him, “Y-yes, yes, oh my god—m-more—more—”

He sinks slowly, like he’s trying to tame you—but also, control himself, “Nngh—s-shit—calm down, pup.”

Your hips buckle and wiggle, “No—n-no, all the way, mmm—h-holy shit—you feel s’fucking good! I c-can’t—”

Doing what he normally would himself, as he pushes in, you release your left leg and place it over his other shoulder yourself. The change in angle makes him sink further, both of you failing to contain your moans.

He stares down at you in awe; not that you weren’t ever like this—you definitely had been—but right now, it was making his vision blur and his cock throb to a painful degree. He never wants to hurt you, and often holds back from thrusting into you as hard as he possibly can in fear of hurting you. But…it seemed like you really—desperately—wanted him to do just that.

Now completely inside you, your legs above his shoulders and pushed back into a mating press by his weight, he lets both of his hands grip the couch’s armrest, tight. With each thrust, you’re begging him for more, watching his core flex and contract with his weighty thrusts into your aching cunt.

“H-harder, harder! Mmm—nngh!” Each time you cry out for him to frankly, absolutely violate you, he groans deeply, fighting against a primal urge to just completely let go and rail you to his heart’s content.

Lacking restraint with each and every thrust, when he really starts giving you what you want, all you’re mostly left with is the ability to scream yes, over, and over, again. “Just like t-that, y-yes! Yes! D-don’t stop—nngh!”

With your eyes rolled back and your head tilted back into the couch, you can’t focus on his face, instead just on the feeling of him drilling into you with all of his power. Speaking through a broken pant while you tremble, “M’gonna—m’gonna—” You can’t form the sentence, the feeling of the head of his cock penetrating you and slamming against your G-spot endlessly and quickly leaving you a weak, dizzy mess.

His eyes close, fighting so hard against his own release brimming at the surface from the feel of you—from your reactions to him fucking you as hard as he’s able. Each time he opens his eyes to admire you, he’s playing a dangerous game. When your legs start to violently shake against his shoulders and cries of pleasure pour out from your lungs, “Nngh! Oh, fuck—baby, m’gonna—” He can’t get his warning out, either.

Suddenly gaining the ability to speak at the utter need for him to fill you in his entirety, “Yes, yes—mmm—give i-it to m-me—I need—ah!” Your cries of desperation are silenced by a dramatic, deep thrust forward, his vocalized and raspy grunt like music to your ears. 

“Mmm—fuck!” He plunges again, if possible, somehow harder. Every lasting thrust from him is timed with each hot, spurt of cum you can feel warm you from the inside—accompanied unmistakably by a repeated and aggressive twitch from his cock fighting against the pressure of your walls squeezing down around him.

Since he had already knocked out all available air from you, you don’t know how, but you speak without any air in your lungs, “V-Val—h-holy fuck—yes, y-yes, t-that’s it—!”

Using the armrest of the couch, gripping it still with both hands—his knuckles completely white—for the final dose of his cum, like a medicine you require, he thrusts again, the intense pressure eeking out a loud, pathetic moan from your throat.

Slowing down slightly and calming, but neither of you recovered—not even close—he pulls out partially, glancing down between the two of you, “H-holy fuck…look at that, hm?” You’re beyond trembling. Before you can speak, he pushes back in, “Did you get what you wanted, puppy?”

Your voice is a satisfied plea, your head spinning, “Y-yes—oh my god—yes!”

He repeats the process, watching his release slick around him and ooze out between you both with each teasing thrust forward, sure to tilt up with his hips each time he’s completely inside you to press his tip against your G-spot, leaving you whining and shaking. “So damn pretty…love it when you’re full of me...”

“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss—” He chuckles, finding perhaps too much joy in your avid desperation, spreading his arms and jostling your legs off his shoulders down to his elbows so he can get to you and silence that desperation with his mouth. When his lips land on yours, that means his cock is buried its full extent inside you again, incentivizing a whiny moan from your mouth to his.

After a moment—several moments—of staying entangled, you stay exactly where you are, but he raises and sits normally on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap, petting and rubbing you lovingly while you recover, his warm, large palms flat against your skin. Still panting, “God, baby... I don’t think I’m the only one who experiences a…heat, so-to-speak.”

Completely out of breath, you weakly get out your rebuttal, “Shut…up…”

He laughs, squeezing your shins in his hands, “As you wish, princess.”

You swallow harshly, “Go—mmm—drink some water. We’re…doing that…again.”

His eyes peel off your body—truthfully, off your cunt dripping with his claim—and land on your eyes, “Again!?”

“Mmhm…s’good—so fucking good—need it…again...”

With a light growl and a laugh, he’s pulling your legs apart by your ankles, wedging his body back between your legs, “My insatiable, pup, huh? Need more of my cum, do you?”

As he’s pushing further forward, nuzzling his face into your neck, “Y-yes, oh my god—”

Speaking between kisses on your neck, “Mmm—fuck—I need five minutes.” His teeth sink into your neck, “...Make that two.”

You laugh quietly, your chest still heaving. His kisses on your neck slow, “But…I don’t get to make you cum with my mouth first, hm?”

You whine, “A-after—mmm—l-later—need you s’bad…”

He bites you again before speaking, a low growl getting cut off by a groan, “Mm—nngh—now who’s being the asshole?”

You tsk, tapping his back with your hand in defiance, “Hey!”

He quickly pulls his face from your neck, bringing his face in front of yours. “Kidding, baby. I take it back, I’m sorry,” he kisses several spots on your face, “really sorry, pup, that was mean.” He doesn’t stop kissing you or apologizing until you smile and giggle. “But asking me to keep my mouth off you…might just be meaner.” He kisses you softly, so softly it has you whining for more, “You know how much I love to make you cum that way…”

Panting, you raise your brows at him, “Are you saying you don’t want to cum inside me again, hm?”

He folds easily, too easily—in a way you absolutely love, “Okay, shit. I’ll be right back, gonna get us some water.” He hops off you with a speed that makes you laugh again. He points a finger at you, smiling, “You stay right there, hm?”

You gesture down with both of your hands to your pure comfortability sunken into the couch, legs spread and one dangling off for dramatic effect, giggling, “Do I look capable of moving to you?”

“Mmm—no…you don’t.” He teeters in place, contemplating jumping you right then after having just stood up, “Fuck! Okay, be right back.”

***

On the floor beside the couch, splayed out, “Okay, okay. …No…more…”

You roll onto your side and press your lips into his tricep, “One more?” 

“No!” He groans to the thought, his abs flexing. “Fuck…” his voice cracks into a chuckle, “you’re tryin’ to fuckin’ to kill me, pup.”

Your voice becomes a tempting coo, “You’re just so—”

He interrupts, “Don’t start, you.” He speaks through deep pants, “You got me…for all…I’m worth…”

“Doesn’t hurt to find out, does it?” You tip your fingers up his chest, leaning into him as you start to sit up.

“Back, you! Uh-uh. You’ll—” he starts laughing as you quickly plop down on top of his large frame, “kill m-me!”

“Hmm…” You press your face into his chest, “hmph…”

Stroking your hair and back lovingly, you move with the rise and fall of his chest, “How about this, princess…as soon as we wake up, I’ll fuck you even harder, as many times as you want.” You moan into his chest. “You know how I am in the morning, hm?”

“Mmhm…even harder, huh?” You bite his chest weakly, a small whimper sounding, “Can we go to sleep right now, then?”

“Oh, god.” You giggle, squeezing your limbs over his body in a wide hug to encompass the size of him. “You’re not gonna let me rest the next few days, are you?”

You lift your head and look at him with a devious smile, “Nope.” You pop the “p,” pecking his chest with your lips once, “Now, off to bed, handsome.”

“My god…” he smiles, brushing your hair back with both hands, “what have I gotten myself into?”

You smile back at him, “You love me.”

He pinches your cheek, his eyes full of authentic warmth, “Mhm, more than you know.” Wrapping his arms around you, he’s tugging you further up his torso, “C’mere…naughty thing, you.” He feigns like he’s going to bite you before giving you a gentle, sweet kiss. After the kiss, “Let’s shower first, hm? I’ll clean you up.”

“Mmm…that sounds nice.” You kiss his cheek, “Thank you, baby.”

“Good, can’t just leave my girl a mess after all that. Come on, up you go.” You whine playfully, reluctantly peeling yourself off him. “Mm-mm, don’t stand up. I got you, baby.” Your heart warms and your stomach turns. You roll off him onto the carpet, sitting up slightly. After he stands up, he squats back down beside you, “Come on, arms around my neck, hm?” You smile, wrapping your arms around him as one of his arms scoops beneath both of your knees and the other supports your back. Regardless of how spent he may be, picking you up like this is absolutely nothing to him—no matter the situation.

Holding you in his arms, he smiles before pecking your lips, “I love you, pup.”

You stroke the side of his cheek with your hand, offering a light pinch, “I love you, handsome.”

As he heads for the bathroom with you in his arms, he chuckles, “Don’t get any ideas, Miss Hunter.” You laugh in response and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his warmth once again.

***

… ... ...

“Stop it, you! Go to sleep!”

he nods and retreats to his office—the kind of lair only a chairman could have—as you grab your pre-prepared stack of papers and smooth down your pencil skirt. before you follow your boss, you call over your shoulder to your stricken colleague: “hold that thought, david. Sorry!”

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the biggest room at eoncore tech is no less ostentatious than the first time. 

valko sits on his sleek wooden desk, wearing a troubled yet expectant look. as soon as the door closes, you fold your arms in front of him. 

“don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles.

“like what?” you ask dryly. as you toss your stack of papers onto his desk, they scatter to reveal the contents: some spare handouts from six months ago, a few sheets that house all your doodles, and literally, some blank sheets of printer paper. 

not a report to be found.

you work in the design department, for god’s sake. 

“he was all over you, right in front of me! i mean, what kinda guy does that?” valko huffs.

“my team works on the opposite side of this floor, koko. it’s not his fault you have super-hearing.”

he scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “whose fault is it that he kept bothering my girlfriend?”

“a secret relationship doesn’t work if one party has no interest in keeping it a secret.” 

he’s exasperated, like the distance is killing him. “why don't you just become my assistant? that way, you could move into this office with me. it’s roomy in here.” 

“that’s a great idea!” you gasp. “or, i could become chairwoman, and you could be my assistant.”

his eyes light up, glittering gold. “that works, too. i can ask around and see what it’d take to get you the jo—”

“i was kidding.”

within a millisecond, his tan ears match the shade of his hair. “uh, yeah. i knew that.”

a long sigh escapes you as you shake your head and smile at him. “look, you’re not entirely wrong. it is annoying being hit on while i’m just trying to do my job, and it is nice having you to come rescue me. it’s just a little too obvious sometimes, and that makes me nervous. how about we come up with some kind of signal you can use to pull me away when you need to?”

he doesn’t even blink. “when someone gets too close to you, i pull the fire alarm.”

“no.”

“when someone gets too close to you, i distract them with a question.”

“better. let’s roll with that one for now.” finally, you uncross your arms and clear your throat. “am i excused, sir?”

slowly, he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your exposed neck. “keep calling me that, and you won’t be.” 

You were just realising how big he was. Thicker and longer than you expected, the sheer size of him making your thighs tremble before he even pushed in.

Valko noticed your reaction immediately. “Too much?” he asked, voice tight with worry, ears flattening. “We can-“

“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Just… go slow.”

He swallowed hard and pushed forward.

The stretch had your eyes fluttering shut. You gasped as he sank in inch by inch, moving slowly and carefully, his jaw clenched like he was fighting every instinct to thrust hard. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head, trembling.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice cracking. “So warm… all mine…”

He bottomed out with a soft, trembling whimper, buried to the hilt. For a moment he just stayed there, shaking, breathing hard against your neck.

“Am I… am I doing okay?” he asked shakily, clearly unsure. “Tell me if it hurts. Please.”

“You’re perfect,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Move, Valko- please.”

He started moving. Slow, experimental thrusts at first, learning your body with every roll of his hips. But the second he found the angle that made you cry out and clench around him, instinct took over.

His pace picked up, moving with more vigor and intent, hips snapping forward with growing confidence even as he kept checking in.

“Like this?” he panted, voice wrecked. “Am I- ngh- doing good?”

You could barely understand the question. Your mind was spinning, body burning with pleasure as he fucked you so deep you felt him in your stomach. He was so thick, stretching you open so perfectly, and every thrust made you see stars.

“So good- fuck, Valko- don’t stop-“ you babbled, head thrown back, completely cockdrunk. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you never wanted him to leave.

Valko groaned, the sound raw and desperate. He didn’t expect it to feel this good. So tight. So warm. Gripping him like your pussy was made for him.

“Shit- you feel incredible,” he growled, hips losing rhythm as instinct completely took over. “So wet… so perfect for me…”

Then he felt it.

Something swelling at the base of his cock. His knot.

His eyes widened in surprise. “Wait- wait- I’ve never-“ He tried to pull back slightly but your legs locked tighter around him.

“Don’t- inside,” you gasped, so far gone you could barely think. “Please, Valko-“

He couldn’t hold back. With a broken moan he pushed deep and let it happen. His knot swelled, locking him inside you as he came hard, pulsing hot and thick, filling you up more than you thought possible.

The feeling of his knot stretching you, locking you together, sent you over the edge again with a cry of his name.

Valko collapsed on top of you, careful even in his haze, arms wrapping tight around your body as he shuddered through the aftershocks. His tail curled around your leg. His face stayed buried in your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen.

“Was that… okay?” he mumbled shyly after a long moment, ears still slightly lowered even as his knot kept you tied together. “I didn’t expect… that. I’ve never… fuck, you felt too good. I couldn’t stop.”

You laughed breathlessly, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed the top of his head.

“You were perfect,” you whispered, still trembling around him. “My good boy.”

“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”

His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”

You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.

He grins, “Cute.”

"Sh'up."

“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”

“You're not- not a doctor-”

“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”

He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.

“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs. 

But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.

The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.

“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”

“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.

“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”

Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.

He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)

“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”

You snort weakly.

Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”

“Oh my god-”

“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”

The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”

Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”

His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.

He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.

“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”

His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.

“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”

His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,

Safe. Loved. His.