Your hands were pressed against Izuku's chest as you rode him slowly and with passion. His eyes were boring into yours, watching your every expression as you moved fluidly.
You had made sure that today was going to be perfect for him. Though you were planning days before. Wrapping presents. Finding new recipes. Planning a surprise party. Everything had to be perfect.
And once the day was coming to an end and everyone left, you had another surprise. Izuku couldn't believe how lucky he was when getting to see you in that red lingerie he eyed that day you guys went to the mall. He was too shy to say it that day but you knew your husband all too well. His eyes spoke volumes.
“S..Sweetheart you feel so good.” Izuku gripped your hips but you pinned them above his head. He gasped when you began picking up the pace but his eyes never left yours.
He looked like an angel beneath you, his big eyes filled with love and admiration. It was all for you and that made you feel like the luckiest woman on earth.
“I love you, Izuku.” You said breathless before pressing your lips against his.
He moaned into the kiss, his hands bawling into fists as he was getting close and you could feel it too. He even began moving his hips.
“Izuku..” You pressed your forehead against his. “I'm supposed to do all the work.”
“I know but..” He trailed off as he picked up the pace. You silently cursed as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. “... you feel amazing.”
It didn't take much longer until both of you came undone. Izuku continued moving his hips, rolling it just perfectly, letting you ride out your orgasm even though he was sensitive. He didn't care as long as you felt good. You collapsed against his chest, both of your bodies trembling.
Once you both came down from your highs you looked up at him seeing that he was already looking at you. He cupped your face and planted a kiss between your eyebrows.
“Sorry that I took over at the end there.” Izuku said with a bashful smile.
You chuckled under your breath. “Yeah, next time I'm going to tie you up.”
“O-oh” Izuku's eyes widened as his face turned red. You couldn't help but laugh at that, your mind immediately thinking of how he would look tied up… helpless.
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୨୧ — “Hey.” Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, “You still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?”
“Mmm.”
It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.
“M’good,” you finally manage, the words slurring together, “‘M’really... really good.”
A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.
His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.
The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocks…
The playful smile on his face... falters.
“I…” He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. “...I lost control again.”
“S’okay-”
Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- …She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-
“Valko.” Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, “M’okay. Promise.”
He doesn't look convinced, “I should've been more careful. You're-” His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. “-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-”
“Fucked me exactly how I wanted?” You manage a tired smile, “Yeah. Terrible. How dare you.”
A laugh escapes him, “Brat.”
“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.
When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.
a/n : some valko smutty/sugestive fluff to help distract from the emotions. take a break, drink some water, and enjoy. inbox open for anyone who needs it 💚
"angel- please, if you keep moving like that...," valko hisses out. he's still extremely sensitive, with the way his knot is keeping you locked in place.
"not my fault! I didn't realize a knot meant... you know...," you mutter. valko raises his brow, in a way thats both exasperated and endearing.
he's got you on top of him, your chest against his, one arm firmly around your waist with the other drawing lines up and down your spine. right after you came, he made sure to adjust you both, whispering to get comfortable, since you'd be stuck like this for a while.
just an hour or so earlier, you'd asked him if him being a werewolf came with the, well, perks, of being a werewolf. you've seen the way he acts- the way he bites to nip and bite you with those fangs of his, how he's utterly obsessed with your scent, and while he'll forever deny it, you've heard the little yips he makes when you brush out his tail.
and well, it's safe to say that valko is more bite than bark (though... you experienced a lot of both with the way he was pumping you full and making you see stars).
"you didn't think I was serious when you asked me if I had a knot?" he's saying it a bit to smug for your liking, so you retort with shifting just a bit- clenching just enough for him to groan out, both hands finding your hips and gripping.
"so,"
"so."
you both stare at each other, before letting out a small laugh. the kind of giggle that comes from that post-sex bliss. valko's tail curls from underneath him, lazily grazing the back of your thighs. it's a content state of being- close in a way that you literally couldn't be closer in.
"hey val? how long does your... last anyways?" you ask, your own hand reaching out to softly scratch the base of his wolf ears. valko hums softly, head moving to the side to lean into your touch. his nose rubs against your wrist, a spot that he's once said is really strong with your scent.
"the swelling can go down from anywhere between 15 minutes to... an hour I think?" your hand stops in his ears, eyes going wide at the revelation. sure, you might've read about it, seen it in books you've read, but the daunting reality of it all?
valko smirks at your flustered reaction, his hand reaching up to yours and bringing it back to pet his ears.
"give or take, by the way," he says casually.
your head plops back down, right in the crook of his neck. valko's laugh- deep and breathy and so him rumbles from under you. he wraps his arms around you once more, getting rid of the already nonexistent space between you two.
in his arms, you both talk about everything and nothing. you give him small updates from your life, books you've read, that new show you're watching. he listens- really listens- and tells you stories about his family, how he needs to get his glasses adjusted, about the new tech piece he's working on.
it's sometime it the depth of night when his knot starts to slowly soften up. he kisses you, gently and soft in ways that go deeper than i love you, though he means that just as much.
his knot slips free eventually, but neither of you make haste to move. he'll prep a bath, the sheets will be remade. but right now, all that exists is the wolf and his dearest love.
"meadow, i thought you said you were taking a break-" im coping. im sad and emotional and just want meet my wolf and see my dragon again. take care of yourselves, everyone.
The way you tasted was something Valko couldn't possibly put into words. All he knew was that he could stay buried in between your thighs for eternity.
“Fuck you taste so good.” He nearly moaned as your sweet juices soaked his face - dripping down his chin and neck.
You were propped up on your elbows, watching him as he ravished you - completely breathless. “Y-your tongue is amazing.”
Valko met your gaze with half-lidded eyes and you could see the smirk forming on his face. He began to slowly circle your clit with his tongue before sucking on it. You gasped, tilting your head back and you could hear his stupid laugh which only sent vibrations to your aching clit.
“You are so mean.” You whined but your body was telling a completely different story.
Valko hummed. “Is that why you are grinding on my face?” He said through his hungry licking and sucking.
Your face got warm in embarrassment. “Shut up.” You muttered before grabbing Valko's hair and pushing his face even deeper into your soaking wet pussy.
A moan escaped Valko as his tail wagged in excitement. The sudden feistiness in you made him devour you more hungrily than before.
“F-fuck Val…oh my god” You dropped your head back, gripping his hair even tighter as his tongue worked it's magic. Closing your eyes you could feel the sensations ten times more. How he twirled his tongue, licked you up and down, and sucked on your clit. He knew your body and what drove you crazy.
“Come for me Sweetheart.. please...” Valko begged, his voice muffled but you understood him perfectly.
And you were so close too. Your thighs pushed on the sides of Valko's head which rewarded you with a groan. That alone sent you over the edge, coming completely undone as your loud moan filled the room. You wouldn't be surprised if your neighbors heard but that was something to worry about later...
As for now…
Valko wasn't finished with you just yet… he continued to lick up all your juices until there was nothing left.
You yelped “V-Valko… I'm sensitive.. a-ah!” You squirmed about but Valko simply pinned your legs down, caressing them with his thumb in a circular motion.
“There!” He placed one last kiss on your clit which made you suck in a breath. “All clean.” He licked his lips, smiling proudly of the work he did.
You glared at him and he chuckled - making his way up to you with soft kisses. “Awww is my Pancake mad at me?” He teased, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck.
Trying to hold in your laugh was a challenge and you eventually caved in. The second you did you could feel Valko smiling against your skin.
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
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୨୧ — The arcade was sensory overload- shrieking children, seizure inducing lights, the cacophony of a hundred machines all screaming for attention. Valko normally would've hated it. Too loud, too bright, too many smells all competing for dominance in his sensitive nose. However... Today was a bit different.
He'd stopped caring about ten minutes ago.
Hard to focus on all that other stuff when you were bent over a claw machine like that... ass pushed out just slightly as you concentrated, tongue poking between your lips. Your shirt had even ridden up in the back. Just a sliver of skin visible above your waistband.
Dangerous view, he thought, tilting his head appreciatively. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be.
"Okay, sweetie, watch-" You were talking to some random little girl -couldn’t have been older than six, pigtails askew, face still sticky from cotton candy- who’d been crying over the machine, quarter after quarter swallowed by this rigged piece of garbage. You, being you, had swooped in like some kind of hero, all soft voice and gentle hands, crouching down to her level... and of course, he had followed you like he always did. "See that one? The gray wolf with the big eyes?"
She nodded so hard her whole body wobbled
"The trick," you said, crouching to her level while keeping one hand on the joystick, "is that the claw is a dirty rotten liar. It wants you to go straight for the prize. But see how that wolf is kinda wedged against that pink bunny?"
She sniffled and nodded again.
"We're gonna use that. Knock him loose first, then grab."
Valko leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed, watching. He'd hidden his ears and tail away before you both left the apartment -couldn't exactly walk around in public with them out- but you knew the signs. The way he kept shifting his weight. The little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The soft, almost dreamy look in those golden eyes as he tracked your every movement... If his tail was out right now, it'd be going absolutely stupid.
Look at her, he mused, teaching strategy to a six year old like it's a heist movie. Cute as hell.
"Okay, here we go-" You positioned the claw with and waited for the perfect moment, and-
Clunk.
The claw descended. Bumped the pink bunny. The gray wolf wobbled, tipped, then finally fell loose.
"AGAIN!" the little girl shrieked, already bouncing, "Do it again, do it again!"
"I got it, I got it-" You were grinning now, feeding another quarter into the slot.
Natural, he thought, head tilting as he watched the way you let the kid put her tiny hands over yours on the joystick, guiding together. The way you gasped with her, celebrated with her, turned a stupid rigged carnival game into something magic. She's so natural with her...
It made his fingers twitch against his bicep with the urge to touch you, hold you, keep you.
The claw descended.
Gripped.
Then, finally, the gray wolf lifted... wobbled... held...
You froze mid breath. The little girl froze too, carefully following your lead.
Valko's expression softened despite himself. Gonna be such a good mom. Patient. Gentle. Probably let our pup get away with everything, spoil 'em absolutely rotten. His lips quirked. Can't wait to be the "fun dad" who enables all of it.
Valko's gaze dropped to your stomach...
Flat... for now. His cock threatened to twitch at the thought of you round and bred. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, trying to ground himself, then shook his head to clear his mind. Easy. Public place. Children present. Don’t be a degenerate.
His ears were straining to pop free and he had to wrestle them back under control, but fuck, it was hard. Every instinct screaming at him to grab you, drag you somewhere private, and-
The stuffed wolf tumbled into the prize slot with a soft thump.
"YAAAAAAY!" The kid dove for the retrieval door, yanking out her prize and hugging it so tight the stuffing nearly burst, "HE'S SO FLUFFY!!!"
You giggled, ruffling her hair, saying something about how she did all the hard work, you just-
"Let's make one."
You froze.
Valko was still leaning against the machine. Still had that soft, dreamy look. But now there was something else there too- something heated and certain and wanting.
"Wh-...What?... Valko?"
He pushed off the machine, closing the distance between you in two easy strides, looking down at you with half lidded golden eyes as the little girl scampered off. "That." His head nodded toward the retreating girl. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Let's make one of our own. Ours would be cuter, obviously."
Your face went red so fast he could practically hear the blood rushing. "H-Here? Now? Valko, we're in-"
"Not here." He laughed, low and teasing, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm not that much of an animal. Usually."
Valko's hand found your waist and yanked you close -no asking, just taking. That infuriating smirk played at the corner of his mouth as his voice dropped to a low rumble- same one that always made your knees forget how to work.
"Watching you with her?" He clicked his tongue, fingers drumming once against your hip. "Hmm. 'Intoxicating' doesn't quite cover it." He tilted his head, pretending to think, "Maybe 'criminally unfair'? Yeah. That's closer."
You felt his thumb trace lazy, deliberate circles- like he had all the time in the world and knew damn well you weren't going anywhere.
"Got me thinking dangerous thoughts, sweetheart." His smirk widened, canines catching the neon light, "About how pretty you'd look all swollen up with something we created." He leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, "About how much fun we'd have getting you there."
Then his hand drifted with deliberate slowness until his palm came to rest against your stomach, the heat of him bleeding through the thin fabric of your shirt. The pressure was firm -possessive- fingers splayed wide like he was claiming the space beneath them.
He tilted his head to the side, those sharp eyes fixed on your face, reading every flicker of emotion that passed across your features. "What d'you think?" he tapped your stomach lightly.
"V-Valko- we- people can-"
"Can what? See me touching my girl?" His grin turned sharp. Wolfish. "Good. Let 'em look. Free entertainment. They should be taking notes."
And then the world flipped.
You yelped as he ducked down, hooked an arm under your knees, and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The arcade tilted wildly: neon lights, sticky floors, and shocked teenage faces all spun as he strode toward the exit.
"VALKO! What are you- Put me down!"
"No can do." He patted your ass cheerfully. "Taking you home. Non negotiable. Already decided."
"Oh my god."
"That's what you'll be saying later." Smug. So fucking smug. "Among other things. Loudly. Repeatedly. I'm taking requests, by the way."
You couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up and you buried your face against his back as he carried you through the parking lot. This was insane. This was absolutely insane. Valko had just announced his intention to impregnate you in an arcade and was now kidnapping you in broad daylight and you were laughing.
"You're ridiculous," you managed.
"Mm, and you're gonna look so cute waddling around." He deposited you in the passenger seat with surprising gentleness, then immediately crowded the open door, caging you with his arms, grinning like he'd won something. One hand came up to tap your nose -boop- like you were the pet here before leaning closer, nose brushing yours.
Then the smugness flickered.
"So?" Softer now. That eager puppy energy bleeding through despite his best efforts, tail finally peeking free and wagging- thwap thwap thwap against the car door. "Yes? C'mon, say yes. You know you want to."
You bit your lip. Felt the giddiness still bubbling in your chest, the warmth, the absolute certainty that this ridiculous, impulsive, wonderful man was yours.
"Take me home first-" You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a quick kiss, "then ask me again."
His whole face lit up, "I mean..." He ducked down, lips finding your neck, teeth dragging just enough to make you shiver. "We have the car right here." Another kiss, lower, right at your pulse point. His voice dropped, "Right now. Why wait?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, one eyebrow arched, challenge and hunger written all over him.
"Unless you're scared you can't keep quiet." A slow, grin. "Which- honestly? Valid concern. You are kinda loud."
You stirred awake to a warm hand caressing your bare skin. With your back pressed flush against his chest, you felt him tighten his grip, pulling you even closer into himself with an arm around your waist.
“Ko…” you murmured, still caught in sleep.
“Mmhhhhm,” his voice rumbled against your skin, heavy and thick with exhaustion, sending a wave of goosebumps trailing down your neck.
A lazy roll of his hips made you both wince softly as the angle of him caught against your walls. Your hole was still sore from last night, after you both fell asleep with him knotted inside you for hours.
“Good mornin,’ pretty girl,” he muttered, pressing slow, sleepy kisses into the sensitive curve of your neck. You let out a soft hum of contentment, melting back into him.
Without warning, though, his fingers curled around your hip and tugged you back onto his cock. “Ah–”
“Shh,” he breathed against your ear. “Go back to sleep, pup. Let me use you for a bit.”
Valko's lips collided with yours as soon as you both entered the house. He was growing impatient the entire night and you knew it too. From how you looked at him across the table…to how you smelled.. everything about you was otherworldly. An absolute goddess. The fact he got to experience that everyday was a blessing and he wanted to make sure you knew that too.
“You drive me crazy…” Valko gently grips your waist, pulling you close so that your chests were touching. “... you know that, right?”
You can't help but smile at that. “How crazy?”
Valko let out a breathy chuckle, “Very… very crazy. Pretty sure I'll need to get my head examined because of you.”
You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh really?”
He nodded. “Really…” He whispered against your lips. “You are dangerous, Pancake.”
You could feel Valko's muscular leg slowly move in between your own - almost as if he was just testing to see if you would like it. His leg grazed against your pussy through your pants causing you to shudder. “G-guess… you better stay away from me then..”
Valko smirked, “Guess I should.” He said before closing the small gap between your lips once more.
As Valko passionately made out with you, he began to gently rock you back and forth on his leg. You moaned softly into Valko's mouth - your tongues dancing with each other. It was overwhelming to say the least but in the best possible way.
“Val…” You leaned your head back against the door - realizing you guys were still by the entrance, but you didn't care at this point. All you could focus on was how Valko was making you feel. Pure bliss.
Valko stared at your exposed neck, seeing the beads of sweat form. He couldn't help himself and let out his tongue, licking up your neck. And the moan that left your beautiful lips was worth it. You gripped tighter as your back arched into him.
Valko's tail wagged in excitement as he was enjoying the reactions coming from you. He could also feel himself growing harder by the second but ignored it, wanting to fully focus on you.
He moved his way up to your ear and kissed your lobe. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” He asked as he began moving your hips faster. He could even feel your sweet juices soaking his thigh causing his tail to wag even more - his mouth watering just from thinking about how you taste.
“A-ah! P-please…don't stop..!” You managed to get out as you tightly closed your eyes. Your legs began to shake but Valko firmly pressed his body against you to keep you from falling.
“Look at me.” Valko pressed his forehead against yours.
When you opened your eyes you were met with a love drunk expression. Valko was completely drowning in your state of pure ecstasy. He smirked and you catch a glimpse of his fangs. “Atta girl..keep your eyes on me.”
You trembled as you felt yourself getting close. "V-Val.. I... I need.." You couldn't even form the words but you didn't have to as Valko already knew.
"I know... I know..." Valko cooed, keeping the same pace but pressing you down harder on his thigh. "Do what you need to do, I got you."
You began chasing your own orgasm and soon you came undone as you let out a loud moan. Valko watched you, his own body trembling as he felt his cock twitch. While he tried to keep his composure his tail was wagging at a fast pace knowing he did this to you.
As you came down from your high you slumped against the door - completely in shock with what just happened. "Wow..."
Valko exhaled a tiny, disbelieved laugh. "Wow indeed."
Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.
He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even
But his tail is a fucking snitch.
The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.
He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.
It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.
You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).
“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”
He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.
He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…
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After a long exhausting hard day Valko would wrap you in a warm embrace, placing gentle kisses on your forehead as he nuzzles into you.
"I'm proud of you, Pancake. Always remember that." He whispers.
You smile softly against his chest, your heart full, knowing that these words were true. That he wasn't just saying it to comfort you, he actually meant them.
Valko rests his hand on your chin and gently lifts it up. When you look up at him you see that smile you know and love.
Izuku’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of his grading desk, his breath hitching into a jagged, stifled gasp. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the paperwork, even as his knees knocked together beneath the desk, feeling your pink lips swirling around his hard dick. Every creak of the classroom door in the hallway sent a jolt of panic through his chest, making him arch his back and bite his lip to keep from crying out. He stared down at your head with teary eyes, his body trembling as he felt his cock twitch against the heat of your mouth, terrified that any second a student might walk in and catch their teacher completely undone.
cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
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summary: after a full day of teasing his feline secretary, valko finally gets her all to himself
wc: 2.7k
content: smut, unprotected sex, scenting, breeding, knotting, does it still count as semi-public if everyone has gone home, employer/employee
an: give him back infold
The rapid clacking of keyboards and dry rustling of papers filled the bullpen, occasionally punctuated by bits of idle chatter. You kept your focus on the thick stack of documents in front of you. Near your desk, the heavy office door swung open.
Your cat ears perked, instantly tracking the distinct, heavy rhythm of his leather shoes as he approached. He came to a halt right at your side, his massive frame towering over your seated figure. The sharp, intoxicating scent of his cologne flooded your senses.
“Good morning, Mr. Chairman,” you said, keeping your voice strictly neutral. If you gave him even a sliver of friendly opening, he had a terrible habit of derailing the entire morning.
“Good morning, Ms. Secretary,” he greeted jovially. Valko leaned one large hand on the polished wood of your desk, his tailored suit shifting with the movement. He looked every bit the impressive wolf hybrid who ran an entire tech company. When you finally looked up, he locked eyes with you. A wicked smirk pulled at his lips, his heavy tail giving a slow swish behind him.
With a slow, deliberate nudge, he pushed a stray pen off the desk’s edge. Before it could drop more than a few inches, your feline reflexes snapped. Your hand blurred through the air, catching the pen mid-fall. You halted its descent perfectly, giving your boss exactly the show he had been looking for.
Your ears flattened sideways as your tail flicked with agitation. You fixed him with a sharp glare, but his blatant amusement was written all over his face.
“Sir, please,” you hissed under your breath, trying not to draw the attention of your coworkers. “I’m trying to concentrate, and I know for a fact you have a meeting later today to prepare for.”
He ignored the protest entirely. Instead, he leaned down closer into your space, his ears pulled backwards, almost flat against his head, like a dog waiting to be given affection. “Excellent reflexes, kitty. Keep up the good work,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He straightened up, turning on his heel to saunter back into his private office. He had clearly walked out with the sole purpose of disrupting your day, entirely for his own enjoyment.
By mid-afternoon, your nerves were frayed from a constant awareness of the office door behind you. You needed a breather, and, more importantly, you needed fifty copies of the third-quarter financial portfolio organized and stapled.
You escaped to the copy room, a narrow, windowless shoebox of a space that perpetually smelled of ink and dust. The massive industrial printer took up most of the room, leaving only a narrow corridor between the machine and the supply shelves.
You loaded the master files into the machine, pressed start, and let out a sigh as it began its rhythmic whirring.
The heavy door clicked open behind you. Your ears twitched backward, pinning flat to your hair as that familiar cologne filled the cramped room. You didn't even have to turn to know Valko had followed you. The already-small space suddenly seemed even smaller now that you were sharing it with his bulky figure.
“Need something, Mr. Chairman?” you asked, making it a point not to look at him as you watched the machine spit out copies.
“Just looking for some extra staples,” he answered, his voice entirely too close. Before you could offer to find it for him, he stepped directly into your space. His large hand landed on your waist as he maneuvered himself behind you, his solid chest brushing against your shoulder blades. You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. He leaned over you, reaching one long arm to blindly grope at the top shelf above the printer. The movement pinned you between the warm machine and his even warmer body. Heat radiated off of him, contrasting with the cool metal of his belt buckle pressing into your lower back.
“I can't seem to find it,” Valko murmured right against the extra-sensitive shell of your fluffy ear. His warm breath made your tail give an involuntary, hard twitch. “Are you sure we aren't all out, Ms. Secretary?”
He was completely blocking you in, using the excuse of a tight space to fully engulf you in his scent and to breathe yours in. Your claws instinctively pricked against your palms, desperately wanting to dig into his expensive suit just to ground yourself.
“It’s on the supply shelf, sir,” you choked out, your voice tighter than you intended.
“Ah.” You felt the smirk in his voice. He twisted to look behind him, but still didn't release you, keeping you fully pinned to his broad chest. Keeping you trapped between his body and the machine, he slid his thigh deliberately between yours to keep his balance as he contorted his body to scan the shelves. “So it is,” he confirmed, reaching toward the half-empty box of staple refills. He finally left with the staples you were certain he didn't actually need, his fingers brushing against your hip as he slipped out behind you.
By 3:00 PM, the meeting room was full of executives intently listening to Valko speak about an upcoming project for the company. There was always something so captivating about watching him in his element at the head of the long mahogany table, and you found yourself paying more attention to how good he looked with his glasses and wanting to feel those sharp fangs sink into your skin than taking notes and keeping minutes.
“If you look here,” Valko directed, pulling a laser pointer from his pocket and clicking it on. A bright, ruby-red dot appeared on the screen. He continued speaking, using it to trace along line graphs and emphasize certain figures. He dropped it down when it was no longer needed, but it remained on, the red dot darting around the floor as Valko, to the humans gathered around the table, merely twiddled with it.
Your pupils dilated, expanding until the irises of your eyes were practically swallowed by black. Your cat ears snapped forward, and your gaze locked onto the pesky pinprick of light as it zigzagged over the carpet.
Every single feline instinct screamed at you to pounce. Your right hand twitched, desperate to swat the light from existence. Your tail gave a hard, violent flick. You forced your eyes away from the hypnotic pull of the dot to look at the man having the time of his life toying with you despite being in a professional setting. Not that that little detail had ever stopped him before.
Valko was already looking at you, still explaining costs and financial logistics. With a subtle movement of his thumb, the dot darted just to the side of one of your shoes, and you couldn't stop your foot from attempting to stomp it out, only for it to reappear on your shoe.
You scowled, annoyed that you had fallen victim to your own instincts. From the head of the table, you heard Valko chuckle through his words, his golden eyes flicking over to you, making it very clear that you were the source of his laughter. With a final, mocking twirl of the pointer, he clicked it off, pocketing the device as if nothing had happened, and all you could do was sit in silent, exasperated rage.
The clock finally struck 5:00 PM, the workday coming to a close. The bullpen filled with a chorus of zippers, rustling coats, and goodnights as the employees filed towards the elevators.
You were walking down one of the hallways, returning from the break room after taking a brief water break, when you saw that Valko had exited his office. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt was undone, exposing the thick column of his neck. The suit jacket had been discarded, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His ears swiveled forward, immediately locking onto the sound of your approaching footsteps.
When you passed each other, he didn’t stop you in your path, but he didn’t let you simply pass by him, either. With a deliberate sweep of his heavy, maroon tail, he brushed the furry appendage against your thigh. The thick fur brushed over your skirt and briefly against the fur of your own tail, sending sparks shooting up your spine.
You gasped, your ears pinning flat against your head as you whirled around. “Valko!”
He continued to walk, barely sparing you a glance over his shoulder, but it was enough to see the wide smile on his face, his sharp fangs showing as he laughed.
You huffed, practically stomping back to your desk. Ordinarily, you’d preen under his attention, but what didn’t he understand about “time and place?”
When Valko returned, seeing you practically pouting at your desk, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to hear his kitty purr for him.
“I need to see you in my office,” he said curtly, expending a tremendous amount of effort to keep his tail from wagging.
You sighed, but followed him into his office. As soon as you were over the threshold and the door shut behind you, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his solid arms around you as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.
“Why won’t you let me do this during the day?” he complained. It was his turn to pout, but it didn’t stop the excited wagging of his tail at having you pressed against him without putting on the charade of a respectful employer-employee relationship.
You rolled your eyes, but melted into his warmth anyway, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist. You didn’t struggle keeping your hands to yourself as much as he did during the workday, but he made his struggle yours with all his teasing. You nuzzled your nose into his chest, and he did the same against the top of your head.
The pair of you stayed that way for a long while, savoring the proximity of the other, tails winding together.
It was sweet, until it wasn’t enough for the canine hybrid. His hands began to wander, groping everywhere he could reach, paying special attention to where your tail was attached to your body. It was highly sensitive, and he knew that, using it to his advantage.
You gripped onto his shirt, claws catching at the material. He tugged at your silk blouse. “Take it off?” he whispered, his voice raspy with want.
— — —
“Valko!” you yowled, the ridges of his cock hitting every crevice inside you. Bent over his desk like this, there was nothing you could do but take every powerful thrust, your claws leaving shallow grooves in the wood of his desk as you scrambled for purchase.
“My pretty kitty,” he babbled. “Won’t let me show everyone you’re mine. Are you embarrassed of me?”
“No- ah!- ‘m not embarrassed,” you denied.
“Prove it, then. I gave you that mark so- hng!- everyone would know you’ve already been claimed. Use it like intended. Don’t- so tight- don't hide it tomorrow.”
You nodded mindlessly. You’d have agreed to anything if it meant he kept fucking into you like he had a score to settle.
Valko let out a low, triumphant chuckle. A fierce warmth spread through him, utterly thrilled that everyone would soon know you were his and he was yours.
He continued pounding into your weeping pussy, his thick tip prodding at your cervix and grunts and whines spilling from his lips. You were a pliant puddle beneath him, unable to focus on anything except his hips rutting into you with a predatory precision.
His hands were on your hips, pulling you back into him as he pummeled your insides. Your tail was curled around his thigh, and he relished the way your body subconsciously sought him out, even when he was already buried hilt deep inside of your pretty pussy. “Doin’ so good. Mmm, squeezing down so hard.” His voice is jagged, nearly a growl.
“S-so deep! Oh!” you cried out. The drag of his thick cock against your sensitive walls, coupled with the sinful sounds of your lover and the wet squelching between your bodies, had you right on the edge, and he could feel it.
You could feel the swelling bulge at the base of him, knocking into the tight resistance of your already stretched-out hole. Your breathing was coming in shallow pants, and Valko wasn’t much better, his deep grunts morphing into whimpers with every clench of your cunt around his length.
“Gonna take my knot, baby? Gonna let me fill you up?” he rasped, his head swimming just thinking about plugging his seed deep inside you.
You nodded feverishly, a weak “uh-huh” the most you could enunciate through the mind-numbing pleasure.
He thrusted into you deeply, pressing his hips flush against your ass, and his knot popped inside of you with a strangled gasp. The new stretch sent you reeling, every muscle tightening as your poor abused hole clamped around him, shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body.
His heavy cock twitched inside you, spilling ropes of hot cum inside of you. He moaned freely, his golden eyes transfixed at the point where your spasming cunt swallowed him to the base, his knot keeping you connected. Valko didn't stop rutting into you, pushing his cum deep inside of you, willing it to take.
Only when he couldn’t take the overstimulation did he collapse on top of your panting figure, careful to brace himself not to hurt you. He peppered the side of your face, your neck, everywhere he could reach with sweet kisses, praising you all the while, telling you how perfect you were for him.
He gathered you in his arms as best he could, pulling you with him to sit on his lap in his desk chair. He smoothed your hair down, paying special attention to where your fuzzy ears attached to your head. You purred in his hold, content to have your mate dote on you while he was still buried deep inside of you.
Valko, never one to be able to resist you, nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d stop covering the mark?”
You pulled back just enough to look into his earnest eyes, wide with anticipation of your answer, a spark of fear in them that you would take it back. You flushed, but nodded shyly.
He laughed loudly and unabashedly, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. The sound of his glee was infectious, your own giggles joining the merriment. He pressed a kiss to your lips, overjoyed. “Can I scent you before work, too?”
You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, but your smile gave Valko all the permission he needed. “On one condition,” you said.
Valko’s eyebrows raised, curious as to what condition you could have.
“You have to promise me the same,” you smirked, leaning in close until your nose brushed his. Your fingers traced the line of his collarbones to the junction of his neck, where a matching bite mark was scarred into his skin. “Maybe then that annoying pomeranian in accounting will get the hint that you're taken.”
Valko’s eyes widened in surprise before a slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. His tail began to thump wildly against the leather of the desk chair. “Are you jealous, sweetheart?"
“I don’t like the way she looks at you and stands too close,” you sniffed, tilting your head up in a way that reminded Valko you were no exception to feline haughtiness.
He laughed again, the sound full of utter adoration, and squeezed your waist. “There’s no reason to be jealous. I’m yours, from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet. I’ll let you scent me as much as you want. I’ll even make sure she smells you on me if it makes you happy.”
He gave you one more firm, possessive kiss, his ears twitching happily as he finally began to shift beneath you. “Now, c’mon, let’s get dressed. We’re going home, and I’m gonna cook whatever my sweet mate wants for supper.”
You were busy absentmindedly gnawing on Valko’s arm like a feral, teething puppy. “Huh–”
Your voice was cut off as he stood up from his chair, turning toward you and picking your body clean off the ground.
“I’m gonna have to put you in air jail now, pup.”
“What?! Val, what are you– c’mon, why?” you flailed in his hold, arms and legs thrashing in the air, but his grip on your waist remained steady, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.
Realizing you weren't going to be put down anytime soon, you resorted to just pouting up at him, your body going completely limp like a doll being held up.
“You know why. You have been very distracting while I’m working.”
You looked down at his well developed arms, finding them littered with blooming red and purple bite marks. The view had the exact opposite effect on you, your cheeks flushed hot, and you practically drooled.
Valko gave you a light shake to snap your focus back to him. “Eyes on me now.”
“Five more minutes of this,” he said, tilting his head. It was the look of a man who was absolutely not playing.
“Then you’ll learn to be better behaved, won’t you?”
