Just Xavie playing with his evol. ~

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–”

don’t get him wrong—he absolutely hates seeing you in pain, and he would do anything to make it go away. it’s just, when you send him to the grocery store for supplies, it’s the one time a month he can buy mountains of chocolate without you scolding him. 

as he strolls through the supermarket, wheeling a cart heaped to the brim, concerned looks from fellow shoppers bounce off him like blunt darts. when he’s this giddy, no one can burst his bubble.

now, valko’s a strong guy. the strongest, you reassure him endlessly. but even he has trouble carrying all his bags of assorted goodies inside to you. chocolate candies, ice cream, cookies, cakes…you didn’t specify what to get, so he just bought it all! boyfriend of the year, if he says so himself. 

once you’re done marveling at his haul, you both sit on the couch, put on a movie, and devour everything at an alarming rate. without fail, he always passes out after, laying his head on your lap like your own personal heating pad. 

just before you drift off yourself, you whisper into his fluffy ears. they twitch slightly, like he’s living the first scenes of a happy dream. 

fluff! valko being a cutie and letting his guard down whenever he's around you, i love him hehe

you sit next to valko in his office, watching as he reads a report. he sits with one hand in his fluffy hair, with the other hand turning over the paper.

you hear a knock on his door as the person lets themselves in with valko's permission. “sir, apologies for interrupting. i have more reports for you to read.”

“thank you, please just leave it on my desk.” he says, gesturing with his head on where to leave the reports.

you notice as his hand that was previously in his hair is now over his stomach. the person leaves, and his hand now dangles by his side.

another knock on the door. “apologies, sir. i know your assistant handed you reports but these reports also need your attention.”

“thank you, you can leave those on my desk.” he smiles, his hand now back protecting his stomach.

the receptionist leaves, and your boyfriend leans back in his chair, his arm supporting his head on the headrest.

“valko?” you ask.

“yes, peach?” he lifts his head, his full attention on you.

“why do you keep covering your stomach whenever someone comes in?” you tilt your head, your eyes flicking to his stomach.

“hm.” he replies, placing the stack of papers down. “what do you know about dogs and showing their stomach?”

“that they only show their stomach whenever they are feeling submissive?” you raise an eyebrow.

“yes, that is one option.” he scans your face, waiting for you to mention the other option. “do you know the other reason why?”

you shake your head.

“it means i feel safe with you, peach. i can allow myself to feel vulnerable with you.” your face softens.

“come here, you big puppy.” you bring your arms out, and he pulls your chair towards him as he inhales your comforting scent.

valko: he’s the classic hype guy. loves cheering at the tv, lot’s of ‘let’s go boys!’, an abundance of random clapping, fists pumping in the air when no one on the team’s even done anything that impressive. you’ve started sitting on the opposite side of the couch bc he can’t sit still and keeps jostling you with all that energy.. but you also don’t complain when you end up spun in the air as the team wins or with his head in your lap when they lose.

sylus: the gambling type. he’s spending the game toggling his attention between the tv and his phone to place obscene amounts of money on the craziest bets and the most specific parlays (that somehow always win). He grins innocently when he goads you into betting against him and smirks devilishly when you’re cheering on your least favourite team bc you’ve won.

caleb: is the superstitious fan to a crazy degree. His team once had a huge win while you hung out in the room with him when you were teens.. and you’ve essentially been coaxed into watching every game with him since ‘for good luck.’ He loves it when you get invested with him but definitely keeps and eye on the players you’re keeping an eye on so he can not-so-subtly mention unsavory facts about their personal lives.

zayne: all about the statistics. he might not even be fond of the sport but his sponge of a brain will be absorbing all the information about each player on your team until he’s citing percentages and making critiques and calls. you love it when his face lights up each time his prediction comes true, and he loves seeing the impressed look on yours enough to watch again with you next time.

rafayel: Certified Trash Talker™ in an unexpected way. Seems really uninterested in the whole thing at first, but less than 20 min into the game he’s throwing out things like ‘even fish have better footwork than that.’ Critiquing players’ movement and techniques. And no matter your positions at the start of the game, by the end of it you’re sitting contentedly in his lap as he murmurs in your ear and shows you the right way the athletes should be using their muscles.