you'd learnt that from a certain sleeping bag scene you'd watched with a displeased, fact-policing valko.

"hngh g-god val..." your nails dig into his forearm across your chest, keeping your back flush against him.

your tightly pressed thighs create just enough slick friction for his cock to spread your quivering walls, and probe the spongy opening of your cervix.

"y-youre so warm..." you hum. his pace slows into a deep grind.

"that's a myth, short stack." he grumbles behind you. "how many times do I have to tell you? stop treating the twilight franchise as your bible for wolves."

he kisses your clammy temple, cradling your head in mock pity. "such a naive human. believing fiction over a live one making love to you."

you would have laughed had he not been making your hole gape with all his eight inches.

your butt wiggles against him to get him to focus. and he does. delicious long strokes glide deep into your sopping pussy.

"a-are you calling me ungrateful?" you fake a pout.

"'c-course not!" his ears straighten nervously. his hand slides down to rub your swollen clit.

"breaking dawn tonight?"

you'd learnt that from a certain sleeping bag scene you'd watched with a displeased, fact-policing valko.

"hngh g-god val..." your nails dig into his forearm across your chest, keeping your back flush against him.

your tightly pressed thighs create just enough slick friction for his cock to spread your quivering walls, and probe the spongy opening of your cervix.

"y-youre so warm..." you hum. his pace slows into a deep grind.

"that's a myth, short stack." he grumbles behind you. "how many times do I have to tell you? stop treating the twilight franchise as your bible for wolves."

he kisses your clammy temple, cradling your head in mock pity. "such a naive human. believing fiction over a live one making love to you."

you would have laughed had he not been making your hole gape with all his eight inches.

your butt wiggles against him to get him to focus. and he does. delicious long strokes glide deep into your sopping pussy.

"a-are you calling me ungrateful?" you fake a pout.

"'c-course not!" his ears straighten nervously. his hand slides down to rub your swollen clit.

"breaking dawn tonight?"

fluff! laidback ceo! valko x flustered assistant! reader in a secret relationship.

aka just valko wanting you to call him by his name. inspired by the last scene of ‘i have a crush at work’ episode one.

with the clock reaching seven p.m., most of the office has clocked out for the day. with your position as the eoncore ceo’s assistant, your schedule runs a bit differently.

“sir?” you knock gently against his glass door. “i have the last reports for you to go through tonight.”

“come in.” he replies, and you push gently on the handle. he smiles, watching as you place the papers on the table before wrapping an arm around your waist, making you sit down on his lap.

“sir, we are still at work! what if someone sees?” you hit his chest as you attract to scramble out of his loving embrace.

“let them see. i need this.” he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“this is not work appropriate, sir.” you reply, trying to not show the joy in your voice as his nose grazes against the ticklish spot on your neck.

“it’s been two days since you let me be your boyfriend, peach. why won’t you call me anything apart from sir?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“it’s still new, this relationship stuff!” you huff, trying to not show your flustered state.

“i understand. you’re absolutely adorable, peach.” he rubs small circles against your hip.

“can you let go now? i would like to get some sleep within the next hour or so.” he shakes his head, teasingly tightening his grip around you.

“not until you give me a kiss first.” your boyfriend gives you his best puppy eyes.

“now this is very inappropriate. i can see us attending a hr meeting in the distant future.” you look out from his glass office, wary of anyone walking in.

a warm hand leaves your side. valko fidgets with a remote, and his office is no longer visible to the outside world. the only thing you can focus on is valko.

“may i have a kiss now?” he asks. you give in, realising your boyfriend really needs this kiss.

you nod, gently closing your eyes. instead of his soft lips on yours, you come into contact with soft skin. confused, you open your eyes to see valko’s hand separating you from him.

“i thought you wanted—”

“call me by my name, peach.” he asks.

“wolfie please, let me kiss you.” you whine, the wait making you frustrated.

“that's not my name, baby.” he waits, and suddenly you become the desperate one.

“v-val.” he nods, waiting for you to finish. “valko.”

“i have waited so long for this day. thank you, peach.” he cups your cheek, you feel sweet relief as his lips melt into yours.

Mine

....I don't mind

ft. Valko

"Hey are you mad at me?" Valko questions. You look up from where you were sitting on the couch to shoot him a confused look. "Why do you think that?"

He grabs a chocolate bar from the pantry, unwrapping it as he walks over and sits across from you. "I don’t know, you seem less happy when I try to kiss sometimes," he says, taking a bite of the chocolate.

"Am I? I didn't notice that," you respond as you try to recollect any time you've rejected his kisses recently.

Valko chews on another piece of chocolate, ears pressed flat to his head as he mumbles out a small "You sure?"

Leaning into him, you cup his cheeks to press a smooch on his forehead. Tilting back, you find that his ears are now standing tall, tail softly thumping on the cushions. "Positive. I could never be mad at you."

Overjoyed, he tilts his head to place his lips against yours, but you move backwards. A small pout emerges on his face at the action. "You just said you weren't mad! You're avoiding my kisses again," he whines.

Realization strikes you, and to Valko's dismay, you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you. In the midst of your laughing fit, you ask, "Valko, what did you eat right now?"

"Chocolate?"

"Right, so hence you'll taste like?"

His brow furrows at the continuous questions. "Chocolate."

Your laughter dribbles off into a smile as you ask, "Final question, what is something I hate the taste of?"

“Choco- oh."

an: was inspired by my hatred of chocolate lol

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—which is why zayne thinks your creators may have gone a bit overboard with the humanised aspects of you.

he can’t find any other reason to explain why you feel the need to interject silence with flimsy puns and foot tapping or humming. that, and their insistence on finding an actual cardiac surgeon to maintain the android rather than finding someone—perhaps someone even on their team, just a thought—who does specialise in robotics and artificial intelligence to work on you.

and whilst he’d entertained the thought of this being a way to provide concrete evidence of your humanness if you were ever to be marketed for public use, his better judgement supplies that there is far more at play here.

“it’s just a quality check, dr. zayne. we trust you to handle the android considering cardiology is your expertise, is it not? the board’s view of it is this: if you can work on artificial hearts like pacemakers then this shouldn’t be a problem for you.

we’re not asking you to upgrade it’s software. we’re just asking for a little tinkering, a little magic with those hands and that brain of yours, and all is well. or are you asking me to explain to the higher ups why our chief cardiac surgeon refuses to take part in helping the next generation of hunters?”

is what the director had said—a very roundabout way of saying he’d managed to secure a hefty amount of financial aid. and whilst some would see the assignment of a frontier model to zayne as a testament to his work, he felt differently.

rather than spending time overlooking the functionality of an artificial heart (pacemakers are an entirely different concept to the android’s heart but fine, he’d like to keep his medical license so he won’t argue), he wants to focus on his human patients first and foremost. that’s what he’s here for after all.

he didn’t pick cardiology to have the opportunity to play operation with some android.

but if he wants to keep in touch with his patients and do what he does best, zayne knows he must grit his teeth and deal with it.

your hips stutter before stopping altogether.

zayne lifts his head from your neck, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward valko. you follow it, turning just enough to catch the shy grin tugging at his lips.

"would you be into it?"

the thought of cool blunt metal massaging your walls makes you instinctively clamp down on valko.

"...th-that a yes?" he hisses beneath you, squeezing the flesh of your hips. you nod without hesitation.

"what about the maintenance, doc? think you can pencil me in for a checkup?"

"a penile piercing requires proper aftercare, yes." zayne answers evenly, hot breath fanning over your chest as he leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth.

"come by to my office this thursday. we'll go over everything then."

his finger moves down to trace the stretched rim of you, and the up to your swollen clit. valko moves, coaxing his throbbing length deeper into you.

despite the odd timing, what better opportunity to discuss it now that you're all in the same room?

your hips stutter before stopping altogether.

zayne lifts his head from your neck, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward valko. you follow it, turning just enough to catch the shy grin tugging at his lips.

"would you be into it?"

the thought of cool blunt metal massaging your walls makes you instinctively clamp down on valko.

"...th-that a yes?" he hisses beneath you, squeezing the flesh of your hips. you nod without hesitation.

"what about the maintenance, doc? think you can pencil me in for a checkup?"

"a penile piercing requires proper aftercare, yes." zayne answers evenly, hot breath fanning over your chest as he leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth.

"come by to my office this thursday. we'll go over everything then."

his finger moves down to trace the stretched rim of you, and the up to your swollen clit. valko moves, coaxing his throbbing length deeper into you.

despite the odd timing, what better opportunity to discuss it now that you're all in the same room?

your hips stutter before stopping altogether.

zayne lifts his head from your neck, his gaze drifting past your shoulder toward valko. you follow it, turning just enough to catch the shy grin tugging at his lips.

"would you be into it?"

the thought of cool blunt metal massaging your walls makes you instinctively clamp down on valko.

"...th-that a yes?" he hisses beneath you, squeezing the flesh of your hips. you nod without hesitation.

"what about the maintenance, doc? think you can pencil me in for a checkup?"

"a penile piercing requires proper aftercare, yes." zayne answers evenly, hot breath fanning over your chest as he leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth.

"come by to my office this thursday. we'll go over everything then."

his finger moves down to trace the stretched rim of you, and the up to your swollen clit. valko moves, coaxing his throbbing length deeper into you.

despite the odd timing, what better opportunity to discuss it now that you're all in the same room?