here to please you . . .

“what’s this?” he sniffs, raising a curious brow, his ears shooting up.

“it’s your new toy! do you like it?” you exclaim with a hopeful smile.

recently you found out that, apart from black and white, wolves can see the colours blue and yellow more clearly to others, which is why you bought him a new toy… that’s blue and yellow. a split-coloured football, since anything smaller would’ve been pointless given how much bigger he is.

he looks between the ball and you, letting out a small laugh. “i love it, thank you.” he mumbles as he pulls you closer to him, hugging you from behind and nuzzling his face into your hair. “how’d you know i like football?”

“just a hunch.” you shrug, spinning around so that you’re facing him in his embrace. he smirks before effortlessly lifting you up with one arm, placing you on his shoulder and tossing the ball to the ground.

“just a hunch huh?” he teases as he adjusts his arm to hold you in place. “have you been going through my stuff again?” he pinches your nose.

“hey— no, i haven’t! what’s that got to do with anything anyway?” you pout.

“clues. hints. that sort of stuff, obviously.” he scoffs, adjusting you from his shoulder to your legs around his waist, his hands placed firmly underneath your thighs.

“i’m teasing. i do love it, really. i’ll play with it later…” he cuts himself off, looking at you with appreciation. your gift meant more to him than you think. it’s not everyday valko receives gifts from people, not anyone that he truly cares about anyway. anything from you meant the world to him, but the greatest gift to him is you.

he gives you a small smile before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, as if you were the most precious thing to exist, which you are in his eyes. his tenderness quickly melts your pout away, causing you to feel slightly flustered since your arms are now wrapped around his neck. no matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to stay irritated with him. he’s just a puppy to you after all.

“i’d much rather play with you right now.” he whispers, continuing from where he left off. you notice his tail wagging behind him, brushing against the wall every now and then with a soft thump.

“you know,” you murmur, gently tracing your fingers through his hair, “i spent longer looking for that ball than you might think.”

“hm?” he glances down at you.

“i wanted to make sure i got you something you’d actually be able to see.”

“the colours.” his expression softens, “…you remembered that?”

you nod, “of course i did. you’re not the only one who pays attention to the small details.”

for a second, he just stares at you, something in his expression melting away as his grip on your thighs tighten.

“hello? earth to valko!” you lightly poke his cheek, making him let out a small chuckle.

“you spoil me.”

“i bought you one football, valko. in fact, you should be playing with your new toy right now!”

he hums thoughtfully before looking back at you. “i’ve already got my favourite one.” his ears lowering slightly.

you blink.

“…you’re comparing me to a ball?”

“no! i meant— i’m saying i’d rather spend time with you.” he immediately corrects himself.

“i know, i know.” you laugh.

god, you’ve done it again.

“you’re late.” he says firmly, standing tall with his arms crossed against his chest.

ever since your boss, nanami, let you off the hook once for not arriving on time for work, you’ve been stuck in this repetitive cycle of being behind schedule. whether that’s simply waking up late, taking too much time to get ready, or even just waiting in your favourite cafe’s queue for your daily dose of coffee.

you hesitate before speaking up, his demeanour slightly intimidating. “i’m sorry, boss. i promise you it won’t happen again—“

“how can i be so sure of that?” nanami interrupts, “your track record is becoming nothing more than a long list of empty promises.” he exhales, his tone more disappointed rather than confrontational.

you fall silent, unsure of what to say as your eyes find his. he’s not wrong. what started off as a single mistake had progressively turned into a bad habit.

he lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“prove it to me.” he mutters, looking directly at you, his hand moving to settle on his hip. you give him a confused look, as if he hasn’t put it simply enough.

“prove to me that you still want this job. show me that you’re serious.”

and here you are.

you’re not entirely sure how things ended up like this, but it’s too late to go back now.

the office door is locked, room dimly lit, curtains drawn tight, and the air feels noticeably warmer than before.

nanami’s back is pressed against the wall, his pants shoved down far enough for his cock to spring free. one hand gripping the wall behind him, and the other tangled in your hair, grounding himself while you’re knelt down before him, serving him with your mouth.

“fuck…” he groans, biting down on his lip as he lets out ragged breaths.

your hand joins in, stroking him in rhythm with your mouth, the dual sensation sending him over the edge. his hips jerk forward involuntarily and his grip on your hair slightly tightens.

“there’s a good girl…” he whispers as he looks down at you, watching how you coat his cock with a thin sheet of saliva, the sloppy sounds of your mouth destroying every last ounce of professionalism he had left.

you pull back to catch your breath, still stroking him as you gasp for air. you glance up, as if you’re waiting for some kind of validation. nanami, on the other hand, looks down at where your hand moves up and down, utterly wrecked.

his chest heaves, and his gaze becomes unfocused. he brushes his thumb over your glossy bottom lip, all swollen, then cups your cheek.

“don’t stop… i’m close…”

before you know it, you’re swallowing him back down, deeper this time, your hand pumping in sync with your mouth once again. his thighs tremble as your pace quickens, the wet heat of your mouth around him causing him to let out a broken groan, losing all ability to think coherently.

his last bit of control snaps. his balls tighten almost painfully and he thrusts forward into your impatient mouth, hitting the back of your throat with overflowing thick, hot ropes of cum. his hand moves to fist your hair, his eyes closing as his head rolls back against the wall, letting out out a low, guttural moan while his cock pulses.

release after release, his grip on your hair finally loosens once he completely emptied himself into your mouth, sweat beading at his forehead. you swallow hard, eyes all teared up, and you lift a hand to wipe off the excess… mess, from around your mouth.

nanami forces his eyes open, staring down at you with those dilated pupils, his expression unreadable. fingers clumsy, he slowly pulls his pants back up, then reaches down to help you up from the floor. he steadies you once you’re back up on your feet, his hand lingering on your waist a little longer than necessary while you fix your messed up hair.

“still not convinced?” you tease, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

the dim glow of the tv flickers across your face. your eyes begin to squint, and you’re doing your best to keep up with the movie, fighting the urge to fall asleep. meanwhile, comfortably sprawled out behind you on the couch, valko’s pushed up against your much smaller frame, one arm being used to prop his head up as he pays close attention to the tv, while the other arm is occupied by you, his hand absentmindedly tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

every now and then, you sneak occasional glances at him, watching the way his expression changes throughout each scene that plays, and so far, you’ve been able to do it each time unnoticed.

just as you’re about to steal another glance, his eyes meet yours. he’s looking directly at you, and you freeze. you’ve been caught.

“something wrong? you’re staring…” he questions, his brows furrowing slightly.

before speaking up, you notice the change in his demeanour. valko often tends to be very expressive, and because of this, you always seem to know exactly what he’s thinking.

you sit up and grab his face. “you make the weirdest faces when you watch movies.” you giggle, pinching his cheeks.

“i do?” he raises a brow and huffs to himself, acting all bothered, but he’s not. of course he’s not. nothing you do could ever bother him.

“yes, you do. your face gives everything away, it makes you easy to read.” you tease, moving a hand to pinch his nose, but before you could, he swiftly wraps his muscular arms around you, trapping you impossibly closer to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck like a needy puppy.

suddenly, he nips at your neck, leaving behind a sharp sting as he pulls away.

“ow! valko—“

his playful expression softens, and for a brief moment, uncertainty flashes across his face. something more vulnerable. “does it bother you?” he interrupts, lifting his head up to look at you. he gently places his fingers below your chin, lifting it and forcing you to look directly at him.

“no… it doesn’t.” you mumble, his question not clicking.

he moves his fingers from your chin to a strand of hair laid against your forehead. he twirls the strand around his finger for a short while, then tucks it behind your ear. “so, you wouldn’t mind if i carried on? if i showed you just how i feel?”

he stares at you with those puppy eyes he usually uses when he wants something from you, while you, on the other hand, give him a disoriented look. completely oblivious to the real meaning behind his suggestion, you nod and agree.

without a second thought, once given the green light, he effortlessly flips you over. his muscular build now caging you beneath him. you gasp at the sudden movement, but you’re quick to be silenced when valko desperately leans down and presses his lips against yours.

you instinctively shut your eyes and kiss him back, attempting to match his rhythm, but it’s no use. he’s rough, needy, sloppy even. he kisses you with such harshness that you’re having trouble catching your breath. yet, you seem to love it.

he subconsciously grinds against you, your pyjama shorts riding up in response, and you begin to notice the evident bulge growing within his sweats, demanding for more.

“i’ll show you just how ‘expressive’ i can be…”

and the next thing you know, the movie has ended.