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"Where's the fun in that, huh?," he tutted. "You still haven't told me why you smell like this..."

"Like what?," you asked, turning around in his grasp, sponge and dish gloves forgotten.

Valko tilted his head, sniffing the air lightly, "good, but definitely strong. New perfume or something?"

You looked equally puzzled, turning your face to sniff at your shirt. "Mm, not that I can think of...how do I normally smell?" Valko lowered his nose to you again, it scrunched upwards, but not in disgust, but rather curiosity and calculation. The tip of it tickled as it dragged across the expanse of your collar bone. "You always smell nice, don't get me wrong. Fresh, pure. Right now though...," his voice melted into a groan and his hands planted atop the kitchen counter. You were snugly caged in against the granite, feeling the heat thicken and wash over your frame. "It's headier, like when rain soaks warm Earth.…” his next inhale was much deeper, followed by a shuddered breath, breath that grew heavier by the second. "It's like an aphrodisiac." You watched his pupils bleed into the gold of his irises painting them almost entirely black.

"Val?"

"I'm sorry but––," he blurted out, "may I?" Valko's thumb swept over your bottom lip before resting on your chin. He looked hungry, like he had been starved for weeks. You knew this hunger wasn't from an empty stomach, but something much more insatiable—instinctual. You nodded slowly, your chest beginning to heave. "Say it then, please," he whispered.

"Yes."

In just seconds, you were lifted onto the countertop, arms wrapped around Valko's neck. His lips were scalding, tongue sliding between your teeth. He groaned when you bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for his hands to sink into your hips. The forest-like aroma that rose off of him transformed into something much more potent. Warm, spiced—like clove and santal, a musk so rich that you couldn’t help but inhale into his neck. Valko pulled away, dizzy, lidded eyes reading your own hazy expression. Putting the pieces together in his mind, there could only be one factor to the change in your natural flora.

Arousal.

But he’d been gone the entire week, were you so lonely that your thoughts and hands wandered? Had your desire finally spilled over, filling the room with a cloud of intoxication no hybrid could ignore. Especially not one that so desperately wanted to be your mate.

As your breaths came to a brief calm, Valko reached out, carefully caressing the length of your neck. His hands were rough and calloused, sending chills across your smoother skin. “Have you been…taking care of yourself while I was away?,” he whispered, resting both hands on your thighs. The sensation of his fingers digging into the plushness was distracting, you choked around a ‘yes’. “Is that why I—“

“Yeah. You just smell…ready for me.” Valko yanked you closer by the back of your knees.

“Can I have you now?”

“You always could…,” you murmured, holding his face in your hands.

He didn’t know where to start, there was so much of you he wanted to explore, to worship and taste. His honey-colored eyes dragged down the length of you, pausing to watch the rise and fall of your chest, how your nipples came through sheer fabric. Slowly he slid beneath your top, his hands following a gentle path along your spine before coming around to your breasts. “Mmh…s-soft,” he muttered, letting his thumb brush over the peak. You took his wrist, “you can touch me more, Val..I want you to..” A hard swallow slithered down his throat. The size of his hand palmed the entirely of you, squeezing tenderly. Valko moaned this time, pained, desperate. “God…can I take this off, please?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, “mhmm.” His lips found yours again, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt and hastily pulling it off. Half bare before him, you shivered, from the kitchen’s chilled air and the anticipation of what came next. “Beautiful—god baby, just gorgeous,” Valko mused, leaning down and leaving a chaste kiss between your breasts. A soft, pleasured hum fell from your lips just as his found your hardened nipple. Then his tongue, warm and wet, traced circles around it. Teeth nipped and cheeks hallowed as Valko sucked the bud into his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his short hair, head tipping back. He released you with a pop, giving your neglected nipple the attention it needed. Heat pooled low in your belly and even lower between your legs. The heady scent Valko described just minutes before grew stronger as a damp stain spread through you the cotton fabric of your shorts.

“Can I taste her?,” he whined, nuzzling your stomach, brows bowed with need. “Please, baby?”

“Y-yes…,” you sighed, pushing the garment mid-thigh, leaving him to take the rest. You lied back, granite cool on your skin. Valko lowered his body, cursing beneath his breath at the sight of you. Your pussy glistened between parted thighs, aching to be touched. “Fuck, look at her…so wet,” he slid this thumb through the mess, then tasted the dewy slick. A deep, primal sound vibrated through him. He shoved his face forward, dragging a languid stripe from entrance to clit. Your thighs squeezed his head instinctively, holding him in place. There was no where else Valko would rather be than here, nose deep in your warmth, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. “So fucking good, mm,” he growled, biceps coiled around your legs.

His lips kissed and sucked around your clit, making you yelp and arch. “Don’t stop, Val—feels…ah—.”

“I can’t get enough,” he rasped.

His tongue continued to work you open, the thick pink muscle curled and flicked until your eyes rolled into your skull. It was torture and pleasure combined, then his thumb began to rub agonizing circles into your flesh. You felt wild, like you were floating outside your own body . “Oh god, oh…god—.” Valko groaned, leaned back and spit, watching the thick, warm saliva trickle down your folds. He sank two fingers inside, “you’re so close, baby, I can smell it off of you. Make a mess for me, hm?” Before another word could fall from your lips, his were on you once more, prying you to the precipice of release.

“Valko—“

“I know, baby, let it go…,” he soothed, his pace never faltering.

Pressure began to build in your abdomen, tight and white hot. That heat traveled down your legs and up your spine, the hair at your nape tingled. “Gonna—oh my god.”

“Mhmm,” Valko hummed, deep and husky against you. The rumble in his voice was your undoing, the sensation that finally lead to your collapse. He growled, whined and drank, drank from you until essence ran down the planes of his throat. A painful, insistent throbbing ached between his legs, his hunger not yet sated. He stood, admiring your blissed expression, the warm glow radiating off your skin. “Are you okay?,” he soothed, dotting soft kisses on your stomach, chest and neck. “Mmh, just keep kissing me.”

Valko had no plan to argue, his lips found yours, but they moved slower this time. This kiss felt like a memory, more reverent and delicate. He cradled your face in his hands, sharing the taste of you off of his tongue. You moaned as it slid between your lips. “Want more…,” you cooed, running your hands down his chest and tugging at the waistline of his pants. Valko writhed, the idea of your hands wrapped around him made sweat bead and run down the back of his neck.

“W-wait—,” he said, grabbing hold of your wrists.

You wore a confused look, “It’s okay…we can do this, I’m ready.”

“I just—it might not be what you’re used to.” When you looked down, nothing seemed any different than what you’d seen before. Sure, it was bigger, the bulge fighting against the restraint of denim incredibly hard to miss. But you could take it. You wanted to. “What do you mean, Val?”

With an almost nervous sigh, he popped his button, dragging the zipper down to reveal another tedious layer of fabric. Valko took your hand and pressed your palm against him. “Feel this?”

“Yes.” He felt long, thick and firm in your hand, but at the base he grew wider and knotted.

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No…I want it. I want you,” you said breathlessly. Then you squeezed, stroking over the skin tight briefs. “I want you so, so much…” A wash of arousal and relief flowed through him before he pulled you close. You were still wet, sensitive and incredibly empty. “Please, Valko,” you begged, spreading yourself open with two fingers. Something changed then, the air thick and charged. Your scents mingled, curling into a sweet yet heady aroma. His shirt came off in a swift tug over his broad shoulders, hitting the tile with a soft thump. When he revealed himself to you, a gasp fell from your lips. “I’ll go slow,” he murmured, “but I want you to hold it first.”

You nodded, lower lip caught in your teeth. Valko hissed as you stroked, once, twice. “So big…,” you moaned, “need it inside me.” He took hold of his cock, sliding it through your folds. Your gaze stayed on his as he pushed himself forward, yet the first inch made your eyelids flutter. Valko rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm and ragged as it fanned across your face. The next inch was welcomed warmly with no resistance, you shared an echoed gasp. “Fuck, baby…just a little more,” he breathed. You clung to his biceps, nails biting into the skin. He hugged around your waist, pulling you flush to his hips. God, you were full, the stretch dizzying but so so good. The stillness was necessary at first, allowing you to mould around his length. Then it was torture, your walls begging for friction. “Valko, m-move…please.”

“You tell me when to stop, tell me how I can make you feel good, okay?”

“O-okay.”

His hips rolled forward and back, the pace slow and controlled. Each thrust was better than the last, carving you from the inside, marking you as his. The sounds that left you were raw and shaken, words incoherent save for his name. Valko soothed you through the motions, his voice and praise a balm to the searing heat between your tangled bodies. “Feel so good, baby, tell me what you want.” Him, you wanted him entirely, deeper, skin deep in fact. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” you keened, hugging tightly around his neck. He lifted you off the counter, sinking down to the floor.

The tile stung against your hot skin. Your head was cushioned by his palm as his thrusts grew heavier. Every plunge settled into your gut, leaving your mouth agape. He drank in every sound and twisted expression, memorizing the way your pussy convulsed. Your lips were flushed, swollen from bruising kisses, glossy from remnants of spit. Valko pressed his thumb against your tongue, you moaned and sucked, leaving the digit soaked. He used the natural lubricant to massage your clit in tight circles, “like that?”

“Yes—just like that—m’so close.”

He knew. He could feel your pulse throb around his cock. Valko pushed your knees into your chest, he watched as he disappeared again and again. “Give me one more, baby. You’re doing so well,” he praised, leaning in for a kiss. His lips tasted so good, like slick and sweat and him. That familiar pressure returned, coiling and churning. Valko dug deeper, his hips wound in slow, measured motions until it was too much.

“Val–Valko! Mmm!,” you cried, finally falling apart.

The way you held onto him, clinging so tight as if he’d disappear, brought on his own bliss. You felt fuller, felt him swell to the brim. “Are you—mm—ready for me?,” he rasped, golden eyes glowing. “Give it to me, please—“

His hips slammed with a final rut, pouring out with a guttural whine. Neither of you could move, nor did you want to. This was the closest you’d ever felt, connected at the waist, heartbeats in sync. When the frenzy began to fade, he softened, his muscles loose and relaxed. The warmth that radiated from his frame was grounding, a comfort that soothed your sore limbs. “How do you feel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb stroking his face, “I’m fine, just…very full.” Valko laughed breathily, “I know…it’s–a lot.”

“I like it. I feel more connected, literally,” you giggled.

Valko’s ears burned red, “I like it too, maybe even love it…,” his voice trailed off.

You rolled into an upright position, straddling his lap, “in that case…let’s go again.”

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a/n: just a lil warm up fic until we get all of Valko’s content back!! Let’s bring him home. Thank you so much for reading. :)

One hundred forty-three rounds later, and you’ve finally won.

Every bulging, sweaty muscle strains as you laugh on top of Valko for the final lunge, pinning him by his throat and waist into the mats below.

“Haha, and that’s victory for me!”

He grumbles in response, pouting although you see the ghost of a smile curl against his lips. “Ya right. You tripped me, dirty little minx.”

You coo at his adorable sulking, “Big bad wolf can't handle a little bit of dirty play?” Pressing your forearm harder, you watch something dark flicker in Valko’s eyes as his breath stutters. “Don’t you know your enemies will be ready to exploit your every weakness?”

The room is filled with both of your ragged breathing, sweat dripping between your tanged bodies, undoubtedly soaking through your bra and shorts. The air sticks to you, hot and sticky.

Valko takes a deep inhale, chest rising under your palm, before going unnaturally still. The stillness of a predator ready to jump.

You tense, anticipating him to wrestle you off and begin the next match, and yet it never comes.

No. Instead, you’re met with the unmistakable feeling of something growing harder, larger, pushing up against your clothed ass.

The flush on your face is no longer just from exhaustion.

“Did you- are you—”

Valko’s whine cuts you off, his eyes screwed shut as if in horrible pain. “Don’t. Please.”

He’s trembling. Every hulking muscle under you straining as his enormous palms come up to cup your thighs, nails digging in.

“I just,” Valko lets out another whine, pitched and desperate, his amber eyes snapping open and begging up at you no better than a puppy would. “Ah shit, you’re so perfect. Fight perfect, smell perfect,” one broad hand goes to your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you, the sound shooting through him like another strike. “Feel perfect.”

Fuck.

Something about losing to you, about the ache blooming through his body where your blows had landed, the solid weight of you pinning him effortlessly into the worn training mats… perhaps it should have bruised his pride or made him fired up.

Instead, it leaves Valko fucking dizzy.

Your scent surrounds him, swallowed with every inhale Valko takes, intoxicating and cloying on his tongue as though he could taste you already. It’s sweet and a little spicy, like cardamom or amber, filling his brain with static as his every instinct narrows down on you and your body. To lay claim. To take.

He doesn't mean to keep nuzzling into your sweat-slicked body. One breath isn't enough, then another isn't either, every deeper pull filling his head with a pleasant, humming need that leaves less and less room for coherent thought.

Acceptance.

Need.

Mate.

Despite your full weight still pinning him to the floor, Valko's hips buck sharply up into yours, nearly throwing you off him. But his hand tightens against your ass, forcing you down into the movement at the exact same time he grinds his still-growing erection right up into your clothed pussy.

You both moan at the mere contact.

More. He needs more.

His hips don’t stop moving, pushing up into you with quick little rabbit thrusts, Valko’s head thrown back in a deep, unashamed moan as he chases the friction. His jaw opens, nearly drooling, about to manhandle you into a better position to grind against when you lean back down.

And slap him right across the face.

Immediately, he freezes, blinking and shaking away the shock and arousal from his face. His cock jumps from between your thighs, though, and that’s all the confirmation you need as Valko looks back up at you with wide eyes.

“Behave, puppy.”

You place your hand around his neck, grinding your hips backward as you watch Valko’s eyes roll back.

“I won,” you remind him. “That means you listen to me.”

He nods with so much enthusiasm you almost worry about his neck.

“Yeah, yes. Of course. I can take it, please.” Anything, anything for you to keep touching him.

Your hips are flush against his, grinding up and down just like you would be if you were riding him. The thought alone has Valko moaning louder, completely uncaring if anyone heard, voice hoarse as you squeeze his throat tighter.

It’s teasing both of you to insanity, so close and not nearly close enough. Friction hot and pressing right up against your clit, but doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. It doesn't help that the outline of his dick is enough to grind on, wide enough to part your lips and feel strain against your clothed pussy. Fuck, imagining all that power, that size stretching inside you…

You’re no better than animals in heat, gasping and panting as your hips never stop moving, spine arching as his tip catches your clit. “Ahhh, good job, baby, making me feel so good. Good boy.”

Valko keens at the praise. “Thank you, thank you. I’m your good boy, I’ll be such a good boy.”

He’s drooling as he writhes beneath you, nails clawing into the floor with the restraint it takes not to flip you over and rip your shorts off before fucking until both of you pass out. Bite and mark you as his. Fill you with his seed until he’s shooting blanks, watch you drip with his cum, push his knot inside you and cum again and again and again—

You laugh. Poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s moaning all of this out loud.

“Shhh, I’ll let you, puppy.” Leaning down, you kiss him just to shut him up, licking into his open mouth. “I’ll let you breed me.”

“Fuuuck yes.”

Valko’s tongue shoves into your mouth, hot, invasive, lapping into the kiss. You let him, kissing with teeth and tongue, spit spilling down the side of his mouth as he takes more and more. He bullies himself closer, greedy for every scrap of attention, chasing each inch you’re willing to give and always reaching for one more.

“I’m sorry, feels so good, too good.” Valko groans, every thrust becoming more sloppy, and you can tell from how sloppy his kisses are and the unevenness of his thrusts that he’s already close.

You click your tongue as though reprimanding a spoiled pet before breaking the kiss, hand tightening around his throat.

Valko breaks away instantly with a sharp gasp, chest heaving. His eyes snap to yours, dazed and teary, as though being stopped is its own reward. “Sorry, m’sorry. Please keep kissing me, please, I’m sorry.” Another whimper. “You said you’d help me, ya? P-please baby, let me cum.”

“And let you stain my favorite gym shorts with your cum? I don’t think so, puppy,” you scold, teasing your fingers up his rough undercut.

His breath catches so abruptly his whole body gives a tiny, involuntary jolt, shoulders loosening beneath your hand as a slow shiver rolls down his spine at the mere touch. If his ears were manifested, they would be pulled back, his body chasing the sensation before his mind could catch up, leaning instinctively into your palm like some half-domesticated thing desperate for another touch.

Every instinct urges him to reclaim your mouth, to grind back into your clothed pussy, but he forces himself still. Because that’s what you’ve taught him to do.

What a good boy.

Lifting your hips, Valko sobs at the loss of your heat. Your free hand reaches down instead, shucking down his sweat-drenched shorts and boxers in one tug, his cock bouncing out from its confines.

It springs against Valko’s abdomen with a wet slap, every bulging, veiny inch a sensitive pink, tip swollen and leaking all over his pretty red happy trail.

Valko whines, bucking into the air, “Please-ohhh-please let me in you. I’ll make you feel s’good, I’ll be so good. Ah fuck, come on.”

Something, anything to release this unbearable pressure swelling up at the base of his dick.

So you slap him again, and this time the second the crack echoes across the room so does his moan. A fresh spurt of pre-cum stains his abs, so much leaking and spilling down his stomach, you’re damn near concerned.

“Shh, don’t be too loud, someone might hear how desperate you are, baby.” You kiss his forehead and strip.

First you peel off the sports bra, then kick down your shorts and panties, smiling at Valko’s star-struck expression before dropping back down completely bare onto his muscular thighs.

“Come here, puppy.”

He obeys immediately, sitting up faster than humanly possible and ramming his lips onto yours, hands fighting to cup your breasts before he thinks better of it and curls them against his sides into trembling fists.

You hum into the kiss, guiding his hands up to your skin, “Go on, you can touch me.”

Two massive arms engulf you. Valko’s already nuzzling into your bare chest, mouthing at the lines of sweat collected from your sports bra, hot tongue dragging against every inch of skin. There’s no rhythm, no logic, just sloppy licking between your breasts before sucking at your nipples, around and up until he’s at your collarbone, every sensation so overwhelming that you feel yourself soaking his thigh.

“M’sorry, can’t stop. Taste so sweet…” Valko’s licking another long strip up your neck before finding a spot that makes you whine, nipping and teething at it while his hands come up to pinch and roll your swollen nipples. You moan at the feeling of it all, hips rolling against his quads as he purposefully tenses the ridges of muscle underneath you, letting you grind against him.

Once again, the two of you are humping each other like dogs, except this time there’s no more clothing to get in the way.

Your bare cunt envelopes his throbbing cock, every movement heightened by loud, wet sounds of the two sliding together, pseudo fucking in a way that drives both of you insane. The taste and smell of you is overwhelming, Valko dipping his head to suck at your nipple while bucking up into you, abs flexing, drenched with sweat and your combined slick as his cock drags past your clit, pressing desperately right up against your cunt before slipping to your ass and coming right back again.

His frustration is becoming obvious. Low growls muffled into your chest as grinding turns to proper thrusting, tip ramming at your entrance just too thick to push in and your thighs too slippery to find purchase.

“Shit! it’s not– not fitting. Please, let me in.” He’s begging, drooling against your chest. ”Please sweetheart, please doll.”

You want it just as badly. So you tug on his hair, pulling Valko on top of you as you lie down, and slowly turning yourself around until your chest is pressed into the training mats beneath you.

Valko’s frozen like a predator just narrowed in on a prey.

Except that prey is you. Your teasing smile lured him in, and your bare, dripping cunt presented to him like heaven mere inches from his drooling face.

Arching your back deeper, you smile as you finally give him what he’s been dying for. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Valko, ya? Wanna knot me?”

He’s barely breathing, golden eyes glowing slightly as they lock with yours, unblinking. “Yes.”

Then, he pounces.

In a blink, his six-foot-something body slams into yours, shoving your face into the floor, one arm effortlessly forcing your ass higher to meet his hips and the other pinning your back into a deep arch to accommodate the weight of his chest now pressed against your spine.

Completely mounted, your muscles scream from the stretch and pressure his body gives, his heavy cock still leaking violently from between your spread thighs, thrusting between them, a puddle of his pre-cum splattering down between you.

You laugh into the mats, right where you want to be as you goad him into taking all that he wants and more. “Go on then, puppy. Claim me, take me, make me yours—!”

You can’t even finish your teasing before Valko bullies himself inside you with one violent thrust. Hands dig grooves into your thighs, pawing at your ass, stomach, chest, all while pulling you backward into every powerful thrust.

Valko’s head drops with another unashamed moan, tongue lolling out to lick at your nape and spine, drooling with every tight flutter your walls squeeze around him. God, you’re gushing. He’s glued to the mess where your bodies meet, your ass bouncing with each thrust, taking him so perfectly he’s losing his mind.

“Ohhh you feel so good.” Pressing deeper, his hand snakes around to press against your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his dick as you scream into the floor. Valko groans, babbling into your ear as his hips snap faster. “I know pretty thing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He’s repeating it against your neck between licks and nibbles, still not letting up any of his force. You feel something unmistakable swell against the curves of your ass, knocking against your cunt and thick enough to hit your clit too, each slap making you sob from pleasure-pain.

“Gonna f-fuck my little mate full of my cum, then eat you out, then fuck you again—oh fuck. Love you and this perfect pussy,” Valko’s slurring his words, talkative as ever and loud enough for the entire training facility to hear him moan.

His thrusts turn deeper, unable to part with your heat, his knot grinding furiously against your clit as you feel your body begin to tremble. “She’s takin me so well, so tight. Mhmm I’ll fill her well, give her everything she wants, fuck her full-full of my knot.”

God, he needs to shut up or you’re going to cum.

“Shh,” you hush him before breaking into a moan. “Too loud, Valko. Someone could—ahh fuck—hear you!”

Oh, but he can’t! He can’t, not when he finally feels your pussy begin to cream around him with your impending orgasm, almost wet enough to take all of him and his knot! This is what you want too don’t you see? This is what his pretty little mate needs.

Valko can’t even comprehend what he’s saying anymore, just growling and moaning into your neck as he drops his arms to properly rub at your clit and tug at your sensitive nipples, biting down into the junction of your shoulder and neck as you squirt all over his thighs with a pitched scream.

“Good pup, good mate, keep cumming for me.” Valko licks at the pin-pricks of blood blooming from his bite, going right back to babbling into your ears as his thrusts turn rougher. “Ready to take me, have my knot, my cum, oooh youfeelsogood.”

In a last attempt to muffle your boyfriend's horny sobs, you squirm beneath him to grab your gym shorts and stuff Valko’s mouth with them, gagging him with the sweat-stained spandex. And he simply takes it, open mouth drooling all over your clothes as he gets drunk off the scent of your sweat and arousal stained into them.

You both gasp at the feeling of his knot finally pressing into your entrance, the swollen, heavy weight of it forcing you several more inches open before slipping back out. Again, and again.

Instinctively, you run away, like a bunny cornered by a wolf, writhing underneath him as Valko snarls, hands engulfing your hips entirely as he drags you back onto his cock, forcing you still with so little effort it's laughable. Nothing stops him from pressing in deeper and deeper, your poor cunt finally yielding to his knot, the burn making you drool into the floor as Valko moans into your makeshift gag.

It’s forever and only seconds, your orgasm-sensitive pussy drooling enough to help him slide in fully, greedily sucking up every extra inch he gives you until you both feel the pop! of his knot finally catching inside you. It presses every damn inch inside you so perfectly you cum again, wailing and trembling as your thighs begin to go limp.

No matter, Valko just holds you up anyway. It’s not like he could pull out of you now, even if he wanted to. Not until he filled you with his cum, at least.

You’re still shaking from the prolonged orgasm, and Valko lets the rest of your body fall to the floor, following you down until his body is smushed atop yours, pressing you both into a mean prone bone.

It just makes him feel bigger. Your head is spinning with all the sudden pressure, his fat tip kissing your cervix as he rocks back and forth, his knot still grinding into that squishy spot against your walls, the heat and weight of his chest pressing into your back, and of course, his muffled moans and rambles still going strong even through your panties.

“Cum, Valko.” You’re barely thinking straight either, already right at the edge again as Valko’s thrusts turn sloppy, his body shaking. “Fill me up, b-breed me. Become mine.”

He’s cumming.

Valko whimpers into your neck as his hips snap one last time into yours, grinding as you feel the warm gush of his release spurt violently inside you, filling and filling and filling you up. So much, too much. Too much that cum squirts out from even the tight plug of his knot, dripping down both of your thighs even as Valko whines at the waste.

He doesn’t seem to fully realize he’s done, still rolling his hips into yours, each one powerful enough to drag your bodies tangled along the floor.

“Nooo, Valko,” you whine, trapped under his weight and still inflated with his knot. “Valko, stop, sensitive! Too sensitive.”

Your hands helplessly shove and push backward at the enormous man lying on top of you, not even budging him as he continues to nuzzle himself into your sweat-slicked back.

Finally, you manage to yank your clothes out from his mouth, releasing him from the gag as he simply sighs in pleasure, licking and nipping at your ear before dragging his tongue in a long, messy line down your neck.

“You’re so heavy. Get. Off!” Each word is a shove, but Valko only laughs at the effort. He does take mercy on your poor abused body though, and grabbing your waist with one hand, rolls the two of you over. You now rest on his plush chest instead, both of you heaving as you lie still pumped full of his knot and cum.

“M’sorry, guest instinct just took over there, y’know? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“...You rabid dog.”

only a little roughness lingers by the time he's gently opening the bedroom door - with his enhanced vision, he can comfortably make out where your sleeping form is under the duvet. he pads over, slipping under the covers, ready to pull you close, awaiting the moment where you wrap your arms around him in your sleep.

(it's his favourite thing, how you do it without thinking, your subconscious tugging you towards him just like how his pulls him to you.)

only, your arms are... occupied, it would seem.

a plushie. your round yellow ducky plushie, nestled into your arms like it belongs there.

valko frowns, humming so low in the back of his throat that it sounds like a threat.

he reaches towards you, fingers sliding between your arm and the soft fabric, ready to prise it away.

only for you - traitor - to hum happily in your sleep and nuzzle the damned plushie closer into your chest.

he flexes and extends his fingers like he's readying his claws.

no. you'll be upset if he destroys it, and he certainly doesn't want that.

fine.

he scoops your body into his embrace, plushie and all (begrudgingly), and shoves his face into your neck, sniffing and kissing and nipping at the delicate skin. you squirm in your sleep, until you eventually wake up to the feeling of being thoroughly loved upon (and scented) by your wolfie.

"mmm... val, what're y'doin'?..." you murmur, shifting the plushie so it isn't obstructing you from hugging valko close instead, a clear upgrade. he visibly perks up; even in the darkness, it's like you can feel something in him shift to happiness from the sheer exhaustion of the preceding moments.

"my little wolf was neglecting me." his words come out teasing, muffled into your skin as he presses his nose into your neck. "not very nice of you, babe. i've been working so hard all evening, only to be replaced by a plushie."

"mm, maybe you should've come to bed sooner, then." you try to sound feisty, but it just exposes the truth - how badly you want him by your side, and how you hate sleeping with his side of the bed empty. then, you're shifting so you're sprawled top of him, and you plant a kiss on his cheek before tucking your head under his chin.

"looks like i need to do a little better next time 'round, then." he muses, his usual cockiness subdued a little by an affection that warms you to the bone. one hand comes to splay over your lower back in a loosely protective hold, while the other drapes over your waist, fingers kneading your soft skin.

"mhm." you agree. "shouldn't be workin' so late, val, should be here with me." your soft murmur is half a confession, but truthfully, it's nothing he didn't know; nothing he wasn't already acutely aware of, in the very fibres in his being, in the soul-tether that binds you to him.

"i know. i'm sorry." he says, voice low and achingly sincere. "tomorrow, baby. tomorrow, i'll be here. by your side. i promise."

Your living room was empty now. The throw blanket sat balled up at one end of the couch, still warm, still carrying that earthy scent that clung to him. You figured he'd finally given up trying to get comfortable and left for home.

Things had been tight between you two for weeks — not bad tight, just like the kind that builds when you're close to someone in every way but one. Curling up next to him on that couch last night, close enough to feel him breathing, had taken more out of you than you wanted to admit. You'd gone to your own bed after and tossed for hours, finally giving up and finishing yourself off against your pillow just to get some sleep.

You grabbed the folder off the counter, shoved it in your bag, turned toward the door already dreading the way back to work.

Your foot stopped.

Through the crack in your bedroom door came a sound — low, cut off at the edges like it hadn't meant to get out. A hitch of breath, rough with something needy.

You don't move. For a few long seconds you just stand there, blood rushing in your ears, telling yourself you imagined it. Then it comes again—louder, unmistakable. A deep, broken whine bleeding through the door, underneath it the slow, rhythmic creak of your mattress.

Something hot drops straight to your navel.

Your feet move before you decide to let them, carrying you to the gap where the door hinges open. You don't need to push it. You can see everything

Valko is on your bed, completely stripped of the restraint he usually carries around you.

On all fours, every muscle in his back straining with each roll of his hips. Both your pillows are underneath him. One is pinned between his thick, heavy thighs. The other is crushed against his chest like he's holding onto it for dear life.

The fat tip of his cock is already leaking clear precum, smearing wetly against the fabric with every thrust. The muscles of his ass bunch and flex rhythmically, his tail swishing low and frantic from side to side, brushing against his calves like he can't control it.

His nose is buried deep into one specific corner of the pillow, taking big lunges of air—sniffing the hell out of it. Strands of saliva string from his parted lips, his eyes are squeezed shut so tight his eyelashes tremble. He looks like he's desperately trying to engrave that scent into the deepest part of his memory.

The heat that floods your face is scorching and mortifying.

That's where you'd been last night. Grinding against that exact spot, face buried in your own sheets with his name stuck in your throat, thinking thoughts you'd never planned on anyone knowing about. He has his nose pressed right there. Breathing you in like it's the first clean air he's found in days.

The hallway feels like it's closing in. You can't move. The folder is shaking in your hand and you can't make yourself look away.

Valko moves his hips down again and the groan that tears out of him is nothing like his usual voice. It's scraped raw, stripped of every careful thing he usually puts between himself and the world.

"Fuck—" The word drags out of him slow and broken. His face presses deeper into the pillow, lips parting against the fabric, inhaling so hard it pulls into his mouth. "Smells so good. So fucking sweet"

Your stomach drops.

When he pulls back to thrust again you get an unobstructed view of him, and your mouth goes dry. He's huge, veins mapping his cock in thick ridges, the head flushed a deep red and slick with everything he's been leaking onto your pillow.

"There you go," he breathes, eyes still squeezed shut, hips rolling down in a slow, grinding push. He's talking to the pillow. He's talking to you—or the idea of you, the ghost of you he's got his hands on. "Take it just like that. Let me get all the way inside that pretty cunt, puppy."

He makes that sound again—a high, needy whine that has no business coming out of something so big—and his ears flatten tight against his skull. His rhythm stutters, slow grinds breaking into something harder and more desperate, the whole bed frame groaning with it.

"Such a good pup," he mutters, tail thrashing wild against the mattress, fingers curling into your pillow. His voice is getting rougher, darker, words spilling out like he can't stop them. "Gonna stretch you out so nice. Fill you up with everything I've been—" A sharp, punched out groan. "You'd take it, wouldn't you? Every single bit of it."

His thighs grip the pillow tightly, his whole body going rigid as he grinds down and holds it there. His knuckles are stark white, fingers curled past the point of grip, something closer to desperation made physical. You can see the effort it's taking him to hold back. Every thick vein along the back of his hands stands out in rigid relief, branching up his wrists, mapping the strain all the way to where his forearms flex with each movement.

With every snap of his hips the tension climbs higher. Up his biceps and across his broad shoulders, the whole architecture of him pulled tight. He is holding the pillow like letting go for even a second would mean losing the last thread of you he has access to.

Like if his grip slips, your scent goes with it.

His hands have never looked like this. You've seen them steady holding a weapon, calm giving an order, certain in every situation that called for certainty. Right now they're shaking slightly. Not from weakness.

But from the effort of not having the real thing.

The ache between your thighs is unbearable and the urge hits you like something physical, pressing into your sternum until your body stops listening to your brain entirely. You want to tell him yes. You want to walk into that room and pull those pillows out from under him and put yourself there instead.

Your foot moves forward one step.

That's all it takes. The tiny shift in air carries your scent right through the gap in the door—laced now with the edge of your arousal—and delivers it straight to him.

Valko goes completely still.

His ears snap upright, swiveling toward the door, and his head follows a half second later. Through the narrow crack his eyes find yours instantly, pupils blown so wide the gold of his irises is almost gone. The room sits heavy with the smell of sex and the sound of both of you breathing.

He doesn't cover himself and your eyes drop without your permission.

The sight of you watching him—your scent hitting him fresh and full—is what does it. You watch it happen. His cock swells further, skin pulled tight, a low growl tearing out of his chest and his hips give one last involuntary roll forward.

He cums with his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He stares straight through the gap in the door, unblinking, holding your gaze with an intensity that makes your legs feel unreliable, as the first thick streak of white paints your pillow. Another spasm rolls through him, another rope of cum landing heavy over the exact spot your scent had soaked into the fabric last night. Over and over until the last bead clings to the tip and stretches thin before finally dropping.

His chest heaves and his tongue drags slowly across his lower lip and then his canines like he's tasting the air. His tail gives one long, heavy thump against the mattress.

He's still staring a hole right through you.

​You are completely fucked.

And while we're here @ekay-i .... PLEASE🙏🏻. Valko deserves a spot in the pillow humpers art. i am begging on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🫣