You, on the other hand, are wondering why this idiot finds it so necessary to be cheeky. Your hands block his blows and strike when the window opens. But this foe isn’t like all the others you’ve dealt with. 

“You sure do pack a punch.” He grins, dodging another one of your swats as he steps back. “Maybe getting in my way wasn’t the best idea?”

Dickhead!

Your fist cracks his jaw hard enough for you to feel it in your knuckles. It won't affect him that much, you know that. However, the pain is so worth it to see that bewildered look on his face. And the slight blush that dusts his cheeks.

“Aw, did you bite your tongue?” You gibe, dropping to slide your leg under his to throw him off balance. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to blabber while fighting!”

Somehow, somehow in ways that rattle you, he stumbles back, burgundy eyebrows wiggling as he bares his canines in a smile. “A little taunting doesn’t hurt.”

A little taunting. A little. 

You have to laugh. It bubbles out of you in a disbelieving huff, then a low chuckle, growing in hysterics as you rise to your feet. He flinches back, he actually flinches at the sight and his ears— the fluffy ones on top of his head— twitch too, leaning back the more you stagger close. His biceps are tense, veins bulging against his skin, practically itching to engage the moment you strike him with an attack. 

“Just a little taunting, right?” The smile stretching your lips is wide enough to make your cheeks ache. “Then take this!”

You aim for his gut and almost make the strike, but he intercepts. He catches your hand, his grip gentle but firm. Good.

In a heartbeat, you’re quick to pivot on your feet and spin back to aim your free arm, elbow-to-face. To a chiselled, pretty-eyed, soft-lipped face. But Valko catches on, his clawed hand already raised to block your elbow from breaking his nose.

He tackles your arm, locking it behind you to keep you from moving. “Smooth,” he says, his tone genuine in his sentiment. “I didn’t think the Hunters trained their own this well.” 

If it weren’t for the lack of distance between you, you’d be cussing him out and writhing hard enough to free yourself. The thing is, you can’t help yourself to not do it. His breath falls on your nape so soft and warm it feels like a caress. Your eyes flutter, for a mere moment, entranced by how close he is; enchanted by his grip, so firm yet so hesitant to press too hard. 

Your defences soften, sensing that he’s literally looming over you with his height. He’s fucking huge, those muscles in his arms could rival the size of your own thighs— you’d need a more thorough look for that. Waves of heat brush off him directly onto you, toasting you up like a heater in the middle of winter.

“Did you bite your tongue?” He hums. You can literally hear him pout from his high lilt. Fucking tease. A soft, bristly tail brushes your leg, curling up your calf and tensing up your muscles as you squirm.

“Was thinking about biting yours off.” You struggle in his grip, butting your head against the base of his neck, pulling a gasp from his lips— and not for the reason you’d think.

His hesitation is more than enough leeway for you to move. You jab your elbow in his gut and pivot as soon as his grip loosens, turning to face him with your hands shooting right towards his neck. You both tumble down to the wet tar road, his body cushioning you as he groans from the impact.

“Are you insane— hrrrk!” You squeeze his neck tight. The jump of his pulse becomes frantic beneath your fingers as you press him down, your knees bracketed over his hips.

“If that’s what we’re calling an instinct for defence, then by all means.” You snarl, slowly squeezing tighter. A choked gasp coughs out of him as his golden eyes flutter and start to roll back.

Shit.

It can’t be that tight of a hold, you haven’t started interrogating him yet. 

Ever so slowly, you loosen your hold to grace him with enough air to breathe. The joints in your fingers barely twitch to ease your grip on his windpipe and, in a single blink, his hand clamps down completely over yours and presses down harder.

“Don’t back out when you’re in so deep.” He wheezes. He can’t stop himself from giving you his signature grin even in this state. It infuriates you almost as much as it titillates you.

“Oh, you are insufferable!”

Despite the fact that you’re on top of him, Valko crunches his weight and curls upwards until your noses are just a breath away from bumping. He nudges his head away, leaning to your ear. “Look, I was trying to help…”

Valko’s breath catches in his throat, and he slackens for a split second, his head bowing to your neck. Right beneath your fingers, his pulse jumps through his veins.

Sniff.

It’s like his whole body freezes up and relaxes, following a single instinct in response to something you can’t notice. 

Sniiiffff. His sculpted nose cards up your scalp, deeply inhaling all the way to the soft shell of your ear. And when he finally releases that breath after a tense, bated ten seconds, a soft moan slips out.

“What… are you doing?”

“Your scent.” His whisper brushes down your spine. You can feel something gently pressing against your crotch that wasn’t there before. Your hips circle around it, familiar with the hard tenting ridge greeting you, a knee-jerk reaction as natural as breathing.

“Mm-mm.” You push at his chest, curving your hand from his neck to his nape as he hits the ground, taking you with him. His hands find purchase in your hips, pressing you down onto the throbbing erection beneath you.

It seems you’ve reached the peak of your game for the night. Your dear wolf won’t be able to hold on if you keep going like this.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Valko takes your wrist and presses his nose right there, dragging his flaring nostrils across your skin. 

The muscles of his jaw tick beneath the neon street lights, his soft lips parting as his brows twitch. He pouts, tongue poking out to lather your bare skin in his saliva. “You just smell incredibly… good.”

“Val,” You relax completely on top of him, lightly smacking his chest. He’s too cute for you to chastise. “We were almost there.”

“I know,” He sighs that pathetic sigh of his, similar to when he nerds out on something you already know. Poor man loves to impress you. “But you’re so hot when you choke me. Can’t expect a wolf not to react to his mate.”

He grinds his hips upwards, emphasising his point. His cock must be fully hard by now. You can feel it twitching to be freed and reunited with the warmth of your pussy. 

“Not to mention how wet ya must be.” It’s now a continuous rhythm, up and down, slow, gracious rolls of his hips into yours to let the electric pulses between your arousals meet. “It smells divine. Wanna drown my face in ya.”

A gust of the night breeze flows through your clothes, whispering a warning of incoming rain. Valko naturally runs hot. The cold wouldn’t bother him nor you. So long as you remain close to him, of course. 

Valko, like every other time, does not let anything get between him and you during your fun hours. He won’t let a sliver of light pass through you if he had anything to say about it. He definitely won’t let a few lucky witnesses change the tempo— if anything, it’s a compliment to find themselves witnessing him fornicate with his mate.

“The roads are busy tonight.” You murmur, tracing circles on his broad chest, over his heart. 

“Bustling with people.” Valko agrees, nodding his head so eagerly it makes you laugh.

“This alleyway isn’t that secluded from the main road. Anyone could walk by.”

“I think I recall you choosing where we’d play around with our scenario— ow!”

“Say that again for me, baby,” You croon with loving eyes, all while you pinch and twist his ear. “Couldn’t hear you over your tail slapping the road.”

“It is not— ow! Quit it!“

“Sorry, what was that?” You twist harder to hear him whine and jut his hips up harder, and that gives you all the confirmation you need. 

Control turns into a concept, curling into the air like smoke. Valko rubs circles into your hips, smiling through the tantalising agony of your teasing. Little by little, he guides your hips back and forth over his own, slotting the slit of your clothed cunt above his length. Just like that.

“We.” He hisses, tongue darting out to collect the drool running down his chin. “You and I chose a risky spot, baby.” He fondles the plush flesh of your ass, letting it ripple in his hands as he pats it. “But it wouldn’t be a first.”

“Yeah?” You follow his rhythm, letting the worry ease away for the thrill to rush in. Thank goodness you opted to wear a skirt. “It’d be such a shame if we put it to waste.”

“Say it like that again.” Valko snarls.

Has he realised how much you enjoy it when he snarls? Probably not. It does something carnal to you, it makes you feral like him whenever he’s in the midst of a rut. Between wanting to tear off his clothes and kissing him senseless, you genuinely can’t pick.

So Valko chooses for you. 

“Let’s make the best of it then.” His lips are on yours in a split second, nipping you with his sharp canines exactly how you want it. His skilled hands hike up your skirt, soothing your skin with the heat of his hands as the cool air makes you arch into him.

Down wanders your hand, over the huge muscle of his chest, raking your nails down his sensitive peaked nipples. Valko takes in a sharp breath as you pinch one, rubbing it in small, rough circles.

“Is teasing really necessary?” He groans against your lips, taking the lower between his teeth to graze. Maybe he should make you bleed a little and drink it right from you like the last time. He wants all of it, your nectar. In every form. 

“You like to do it,” You lick his teeth as he bites you, and hiss when he sucks the small crimson drops out. Your hands wander down his abdomen, tracing over each ridge until you find the cool metal of his belt.

Clink.

“Consider it poetic justice.”

His laughs fill the nighttime air with unrestrained glee, a contrast to how gentle he is turning you over to your back. His lips find every open patch of skin, sucking and licking his way back to your face.

“Smells like you got new perfume,” Valko’s muffled voice notes, nuzzling into your neck for what won’t be the last time tonight. Your legs hook around his waist with ease, your skirt hiked up well above your hips. 

His pants and boxers are shoved down his thick, muscular thighs with haste, and his cock springs out so hard that a steady stream of precum slides down the jugular vein running down his shaft. It’s practically steaming, proudly bobbing towards your pulsating cunt like a compass to its true north.

The power of a mate’s scent has always been known as an excessive stimulant to the senses, which Valko understands. To experience it in practice, even after being with you for months, is still so jarring. He wants to be engulfed in everything that is you. 

“Is it?” 

“Hmm?” You’d been so blissed out by the sheer heat of his cockhead glossing your lace-covered entrance that you weren’t listening. There's no way you can be blamed for it, especially when you’ve got Valko all over you like this!

“You.” Valko licks a long stripe up your neck to your jaw, moaning at your taste. “Smell.” His nose rubs all over your cheek, deeply inhaling your natural aroma. “Ravishing.” 

The gusset of your lacy panties hooks over his finger for him to push aside, and he finally moves. 

No matter how often you have sex, the sheer size of him will always make your eyes widen with a pitched gasp. It’s a homecoming of its own lewd design, heavy with its thickness stretching you beyond your mind’s capacity to keep up.

It always takes a minute for you to adjust, barely letting yourself move lest you wish to feel his length nudge every sensitive spot it touches. 

“S’it too much?” Valko huffs, his pretty gold eyes wide. The vein on his temple bulges as you clench around him.

“Perfect.” You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, lapping the drool dripping down the corner of his lip. “Might just cum like this.”

He pulls his hips back slowly, dragging each inch of him out until the bulbous tip remains. “Can’t have that, can we?”

He slams his hips into yours, stuffing his cock balls-deep, leaving no space for anything that isn’t him. Moans slip from your lips lustily, punctuated by each deep thrust as Valko picks up the pace. Your neck gets speckled with sharp bites and heated licks, his breath hot and fanning your skin. 

The rumble of the nighttime traffic turns into pure noise, a trivial concern second to the spine-shivering pleasure of hearing Valko’s husky, raw groans right in your ear.

“So loud tonight, Ko.” You coo, but your hypocrisy is palpable. 

“Not gonna be quiet when you—“ Valko draws his cock back only to swiftly prod as deep as he can go, his heavy sacks roughly rubbing against your mounds. “—are trying to milk me dry.”

His thrusts turn pointed, constantly pounding in that same delicious spot and that makes your eyes roll back in lascivious glee. Every bounce of impact has you skid across the tar and Valko pulls you back to him, hands tight on your waist.

You’re bunching your hands up his top, reaching to claw and scratch the taut muscles from his waist, to his shoulders, marking him in you until he bleeds. “Ssss—oh my—“ Valko hisses and pulls himself up to sit on his heels. 

Angling his hips forward, he pulls you on him, raising your rump so high that your back is stuck in a mean arch. He’s back at it, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping cunt like a piston, relishing the noisy squelches you make for him as he slides right back into your warm, sopping cavern.

“You’re gulping me up,” Valko jerks his head to the side, burgundy hair plastered to his forehead. “Don’t wanna let me leave, do you?”

Barely a short distance away from you, the blinding shine of headlights halt and a car door bangs shut. Low murmurs from two— no, three people catch your wavering attention. You should seriously be quiet, avoid being seen. You really, really should.

But Valko’s so deep inside you, circling his hips ‘round yours nice and slow every time he bottoms out. You can feel him twitching and throbbing, you can feel that mushroom tip bumping each soft crevice of your walls so precisely that you can’t silence the ecstasy he pulls out of you.

Dammit, he needs to feel you cum around his cock. The only thing he can clearly envision is your pretty face going slack, your smooth back arching, your voice pitching up so high only he would be able to hear it. 

Merely thinking about it has even more spit slobbering down his chin. Now he has to achieve that at least three times. Fuck the nocturnal snoops lurking by. Neither of you are gonna stop. 

They can get a front seat on how a wolf makes his beloved mate cum hard enough to feel like he's in rut.

The noises are getting louder now. Your heart is pounding your chest, anxious with the nerves and the sick desire to be seen with your Valko. What would they do about it?

“…think this is the right way…”

“You sure we aren’t lost?”

“Course I’m sure—“

“Wait. Do you guys hear that?”

Droplets of rain bounce on you, slowly sinking into the fabric of your clothes. Impeccable timing for a shower of rain to come pouring in.

“I told you we should have taken the umbrella!” One voice complains as heavy shoes and heels on gravel crunch closer. Neither of you stop— if anything, you do the opposite.

“Relax.” The other says. “We just need to check if the club’s here, and we’ll be fine.”

“Guys, do you not hear that squelching noise—“

“It’s raining, you’re probably hearing things again.”

“I don’t think I’d be hearing moans.”

“You seriously need to stop listening to those boyfriend audios.”

You raise your leg, pressing it against Valko’s side, and he quickly hooks it over his shoulder. “Val, ohh— we’ve got visitors… passing by.” You tease, barely able to speak through the hiccups breaking through each word.

“Let them come.” Valko throws his head back, groaning so loud you can’t tell if he’s deliberately getting louder or if he’s close. 

The telltale signs rush in hastily, his constant rhythm faltering. “Baby— baby!” His thumb finds your clit and presses down, rubbing your sensitive bud in wet circles as his thrusts grow sloppy. “Can you cum for me? Need to feel you, need you—“

You crane your head back, turning it just a bit to see three pairs of legs planted on the tar by the corner turning right in the direction of your copulating forms. The looks of pure shock on their faces are too blurry from the rain for you to see, and yet your back’s arching at the thought of it. You can’t help yourself, you have to writhe and jut your hips for more. 

“What the—“

“Holy shit.”

A low, animalistic growl from Valko sends them sprinting back to their car, cussing their disbelief into the air before the engine bursts to life. The dull shine from the headlights disappear not long after, leaving only the crimson shine of the neon lights above you.

“Oh, fuck!” He laughs wildly into the air, skin steaming despite the cool pelts of rain hitting him. His hands rub soothing circles on the swell of your thighs, tugging you closer. “Was that good? I felt so territorial, had my blood boiling seeing them stand there.”

All you can do is nod enthusiastically. You’d been at a loss for words up to this point, with moans and breathless sighs being your only communion to him. Though Valko is fluent in your lustful cadences and joyously obeys your every command.

Scream after a sharp thrust? He’ll do it ten more times, each time harder than the last.

Hum serenely when he stops to kiss you? He’ll slip his tongue in and have you taste him.

Pull his hair? He’ll moan so loud he might as well start howling.

“Oh, so — hah— fucking good. Want your knot—“ You push your fingers into Valko’s mouth before he can speak. “Why can’t it be a fucking full moon— oh…Val—ah! Want you so swollen and full inside you can’t pull out."

“Mmphh—“ His cock slips out completely, hips still bucking into yours without a second thought. The hot, crying, dusty pink tip of his gorgeous, hot girth keeps on tapping your clit with a trail of precum keeping you together. 

“Would turn the fucking moon for you, make myself go into rut.” He laps at your fingers, grazing each one with his sharp teeth. “Fuck I’d do it all just to hear you scream my name.”

“You’d do that for me, Ko?” You pout, your hips already sore from bucking back and forth to keep his cock inside. “You’d be such a good boy—“

“ ‘m I not being good already?” His golden eyes are already starting to glow bright. “Thought I was givin’ it to you how you want it? Is my cock not deep enough?”

Those large, hot hands grab at your soft globes, hiking you higher up his muscular, corded thighs. You can barely see his face from how the air that leaves his kiss-swollen lips instantly condenses.

You’re both completely soaked— from the rain, from your sweat, from the sheer arousal pooling out of you both. The sensation of cold is a tickle to you; Valko’s body heat is more than abundant, amplifying the hot burn rushing through you.

“Valko, want you back inside.” You moan, veering your hips up to catch his cock as he grinds, but you miss. And this stubborn wolf humps your thigh instead. He keeps going at it, pressing himself deeper into your flesh, moaning as if pure bliss rests upon you— which it does.

“Is my thigh that good?” You tease, rubbing your ankle by his jaw. The groan that rumbles through his chest vibrates right down to your cunt, gushing out another fountain of slick nectar.

“Every part of ya is,” Valko moans. “Wanna paint you with my cum, with my spit, until ya smell only me.” His hips quiver as the underside of his fat girth rubs your soft, plush skin, slathering you in his pre. You can practically smell it over the rain— he wants you to smell like him.

“It’s more than good,” Valko traces the lightest shapes over your swollen red clit, pressing down in short pulses in tune with his humping. “Love that everything smells like you. But the source is better.” 

His fingers trail down the path of your puffy lips, squeezing them, then collects your slick from your cunt and brings his fingers to his nose. Sniff. 

Sniiiiiifff. He sucks your milky juices right off his fingers, moaning at the taste. “Fucking delicious.”

Then his fingers slip right into you, three thick fingers, and pump in and out while his cock rubs on your thigh. You arch, drawn tight and ready to burst the second he curves his digits exactly where they should be.

“Valko!” 

“Uh-huh.” He nods into your calf, scenting you before he sinks his teeth into you. You yelp from the shock, the pain quickly easing into pleasure as your climax rushes to you in a raging tempest of need.

“You’ll praise me if I put it back in, right?” He nudges his cock on your entrance, missing with every fucking thrust. “Call me a good boy?”

Placing all your weight on one arm, you shoot up and grip his jaw. “You’ll have to prove it, and right now you’re being the opposite.” You take his cheek between your cheek and bite hard. “But you can make up for it. I’m feeling very generous tonight.”

Valko’s chest rumbles with a low, gruff growl. “Harder.” His fingers slip out of you and plunge back in harder, curling up faster than before. “I’ll be good, just hold me harder.”

You squeeze his square, slack jaw and bite harder. “Put it in.”

“Yes, baby, oh fuck yes.” His fingers are out instantly, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching for him. But you don’t even get to whine from the loss— he fills you up just as fast with his cock, pulling you into his lap so every inch of him is completely inside.

“Ohhh, good boy.” You cry out, hips instantly circling above him as he bounces you up and down his cock in time with his thrusts. “So precious… mhm, right there!” 

You’re both babbling and clinging, rutting wild and without restraint. Every kiss you share is wet with your thick saliva and the cool rain, the steam rising from Valko’s heated tanned skin mixes with your breathless pants. “So big and strong, my Valko— more!”

“Ya choking me.” Valko smiles into another biting kiss, full of your tongues sliding over teeth. He guides your hand down and presses on your pelvis. Each rut, each grind, has his length pushing and bulging out. The print of him on your hand and his own covering yours completely might be your breaking point.

“Love being good— hnn!” Your foreheads press together, breaths mingling as the world fades to only you and him. You and Valko, that is all there is. “Love you, I love you.”

“Mmh, ‘nd I love you—“ The affirmation triggers the coil to finally snap, releasing a flood of blissful heat. “Fuck!”

You clamp down on him firm and tight, your rain-soaked body tenses up completely in his arms as your nails claw down his face and neck— so tender yet so unrestrained. His creamy sap bursts in hefty pulses, hot and thick, his hips bucking up so much mushroom head keeps butting it.

There are no words that exist other than your name and Valko’s. There is no sense other than that of recognising him and he, you. 

Without a single thought in mind, you're both still clawing visible skin, tugging at your clammy clothes, dragging your hands down each others’ faces. The sensation alone soothes the violent pounding of your chest, letting the haze of carnal passion simmer away.

“Wanna stay like this forever.” Valko nuzzles you, hot to the touch, and holds you close. The mere act of flexing his biceps around your waist moves his half-hard cock just a little, jolting breathless croons from you.

“We’ll get sick.” You gently object, poking and prodding his cheeks until a snort bubbles out of him. “Aren’t you feeling cold?”

Valko pouts, pressing sloppy open kisses all over your face. You’re so mean. It’s just a little rain! Since when has the weather stopped him? “I feel like that’s a joke.”

“Might be.” Stroking circles onto his broad back, you let your short pause drag. Let him think you’re considering it. “If you’re up for it—“

The speed that he lights up almost gives you whiplash. His tail slaps the wet tar road, his shaft already thick and twitching in you, ready for another electrifying round. “Can we do it again?”

valko's brows pull together in confusion and he grips your wrists, pulling them away from his neck. "why are you doing that?"

"you do it to wanderers, what's the difference?" you ask exasperatedly. why does he suddenly care what you do?

"yeah, because i'm aiming to kill them- we're just play fighting." the corner of his mouth tips up in amusement. "you can choke me if you want, just do it properly."

valko puts your hands back on his neck and presses your fingers into the sides of his neck. "see? this doesn't hurt."

he lets go of your hands and lets you try on your own. your eye twitches in annoyance that he suddenlt has the audacity to give you pointers when he doesn't even try to properly fight you.

you squeeze the sides of his neck and get closer to his face, angry. "you think i'm weak, don't you? that's why you're pretending you can't beat me. keep underestimating me and-"

"mmh-" a whimper escapes valko from below you and you see his eyes starting to flutter like he was getting lightheaded.

you pull your hands away and slap his bicep. "i thought you said doing it that way didn't hurt?!"

he clears his throat and looks up at you, his lips lifting in a smile and showing his sharp fangs. "it definitely doesn't hurt."

it wasn't until months later that you finally understood why he was letting you win. valko brought you to a bonfire with his family, and they took turns playing fighting.

you noticed a pattern in all of the sparring. both werewolves seemed to be doing it for fun and often times, the larger of the two would submit to the smaller, letting themselves be pinned down.

your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. why was this fun to them, and why were the werewolves with the upper hand willingly giving it up?

"ko, why is she letting him win every round?"

valko tilted his head in confusion. "why wouldn't she?"

you scoff. "she's stronger, she should be winning, but instead she's letting him beat her every time. why?"

valko considered this and hummed, pondering it. he'd never reallt considered why his pack did this, he just knew that it was something they did. "it's just for fun, it doesn't really matter who wins or loses. the stronger partner knows that it isn't as fun for the weaker partner if they lose all the time, so... we trade of."

your brows pull together in thought. that... wasn't at all what humans did. they were so concerned with winning that they didn't seem to think of others enjoyment in it at all. sparring was seen as training, not fun.

"is that why you let me win?"

valko smiles and ruffles your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of it, sniffing at your shampoo scent. "yeah, i guess it is. i just wanted you to have fun."

a/n: idk how to end it uhh sorry its so drastic bro

you’re sitting on his lap, his thick cock pressed against your belly leaking pre and staining your thin slip. he’d long since ripped off your pajamas, the fabric somewhere shredded on the ground.

your hand pumps him slowly, torturing him with the pace. he knew better than to do that- how many times had you gotten onto him about ruining your outfits?! you weren't made of money, and your parents were starting to catch on to your clothes all having strange stitching holding them together!

“did i tell you to stop?” you chastise him, your free hand reaching up to grab his fluffy ear, pulling his head back.

valko whines and looks up at you with golden eyes, eyebrows pulling together. “it feels too good, i got distracted-”

“hm.” you drop the hand that was pumping him. “fine. since you can’t handle two things at once, you’ll lose your privileges."

“no, please.” he begs, head going back to where you wanted it in the crook of your neck.

his rough tongue licked up and down the column of your neck, lapping at it.

you hum happily, hand instinctively going back to stroking him, faster than before. “good boyy, see, you know how to listen after all.”

he nods and whimpers, tongue kitten licking the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. the exact spot you’d been begging him to bite for weeks.

maybe if you play your cards right this time, he would finally do it?

“such a sweet puppy, aren't you?” you ask, voice low in the way he likes it. you tighten your fingers at his tip, watching as he leaks out and stains your fingers.

though you didn’t have much experience with human men, you knew enough to know that werewolves had much larger cocks. you hadn’t even let him fuck you yet due to the sheer size of him- you were sure it would break you.

valko’s fluffy tail wags at your praise. “uh huhh, i’ve been so good. waited for you, haven’t touched myself in a week- mmh!” he shudders when you slide a finger over his slit.

you nod in approval, scratching behind one of his ears. he leans into the scratching, an eye closing in pleasure.

“i’ve almost got you trained then, haven’t i? such a strong creature tamed by a human.” you huff out a laugh, hand moving faster as you try to get him close. “how pathetic. what if the rest of your pack saw you like this?”

valko growled, the sound low and barely there. he knew better than to truly defy you, keeping his annoyance to a minimum. his tongue continued to lick, the roughness scratching at your skin like sandpaper.

you took his silence as an answer, and his panting as a sign that he was close. close enough for you to try once again.

“wanna cum?”

valko nodded and tried to look up at you from his position at your neck, golden eyes glowing slightly and pleading with yours. “please?”

you shivered at his voice. despite his physical submission to you, his voice always reminded you that he was a dangerous predator. it was deep, not at all like the airy and whiny voices of submissive human men you’d encountered.

maybe that’s why you were so fond of him- knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could kill you. but he won’t, because you’ve got him trained like he’s no more than a stray.

you halt your hand on his cock once more, making him whine and arch his back. “mark me and i’ll let you cum.” you purr into his fuzzy ear, biting down on the peak of it.

valko rears back, his face contorting from the blissed out state it was just in to the tense scowl he normally wears when he’s not with you.

“you know i can’t mark you, it wouldn’t be safe.”

he tries to back up, but you keep an iron grip on the base of his cock, holding him still. “marking me is the only way to keep me safe- how stupid are you? your packmates are going to find out about this eventually, do you think they’ll let me live?”

valko doesn’t look convinced. he scoffs and shakes his head. “marking you brings attention to you, right now no one knows you exist. they won’t be happy that i chose a human as my mate, either.”

you raise an eyebrow at his defiance. “hm. fine.” you stand and brush your slip off. “if you can’t have a human as your mate, you shouldn’t have one as your fuck buddy then either, should y- hey!”

you yelp as valko grabs your wrists and yanks you back down onto his lap. he puts your hand back on his cock, wrapping your fingers around it as he strokes himself over you.

his voice comes out gravely and rough against your skin. “fine. if i mark you, you understand that i have to knot you also?”

you swallow hard and think about it. if you thought his dick would be too big for you, how hard would the knot be to take..?

you clench around nothing at the idea, wetness already seeping through your thin panties. the answer was a no-brainer.

“deal.”

no sooner than the word left your mouth did valko bite down on the juncture between neck and shoulder. the pain was excruciating, causing you to scream and writhe on his lap.

snarls and howls sounded in the background, no doubt in response to your screaming. normally, you’d be terrified, because having a whole pack hunting you would lead to your death, but you weren’t worried.

they couldn’t hurt you, not with valko’s mark on you. the bite left your head fuzzy and your body tingling.

valko was licking your wound over with care, a sound like purring emanating from him. after he deemed it properly cared for, he looked your face over to make sure you were okay.

“don’t pass out on me, puppy.” he teases, hand cradling the back of your head as he smiles.

he’s still moving your hand in time with his on his cock, albeit slower than before.

your eyes zero in on his teeth- more specifically his fangs that are coated in your blood from the bond mark.

without even thinking, you lean forward and lick his fangs, tasting your own metallic blood.

a strangled moan left valko when you did this, unintentionally sending him over the edge. his hips bucked up into the hands you both had around him, cum spurting out in thick streams, landing on both of your chests.

how were you supposed to know that werewolves had sensitive fangs?

once his high wore down, you heard loud footsteps approaching and panicked. “should we go? what if-”

valko hummed and nuzzled his nose into the mark he left on you. “no, no no, i still have to knot you, remember? now who’s the one that doesn’t listen.” he teases.

you glare at him. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy, you’d put him back in his place. maaaybe you could let him be in charge for once…

“you’re not gonna take me somewhere nicer to fuck me?”

valko looks around in confusion. “what’s wrong with this?”

you raise an eyebrow at him and tap your hand on the hard dirt you. “uh, maybe that it’s hard and, i don’t know, the forest floor?”

valko shrugged and maneuvered you onto your back, crawling over you and pushing one sode of your slip up. “it won’t hurt.” he kisses between your breasts.

“what about when your pack shows up? you’re going to let them see me naked?”

valko rubs his thick tip against your soaked panties, tilting his head. “let them watch. it’s customary for packmates to watch each other mate.” his golden eyes meet yours and he smirks slightly. “you’ll get the full experience.”

a/n: THIS IS MY MAN THIS IS MY MAIN IDCCCC also im prepared for him to be crazy ooc when his content drops lolz. ive never written anything like this before so if i missed tagging smth PLS let me know so i can add it!!

thick moon divider from @uzmacchiato , thin moon divider from @cyberangel-graphics

over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.

it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.

“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.

you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”

as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”

“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”

you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.

valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”

“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.

the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.

he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.

you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.

“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.

he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”

you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.

you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.

“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”

valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”

you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”

“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. UNfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.

you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”

his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.

it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.

you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”

valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”

he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”

“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.

“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”

valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.

you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.

your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.

“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.

he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.

valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.

you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.

you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.

you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.

you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.

“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.

you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”

he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.

your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.

valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.

he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.

valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”

you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”

valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”

“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.

valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”

you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”

valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.

a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko

tags: @colonelkaboom @sweetcalebb @heartyluv @rafayelkisses @wetforsylus @angeleclair @insidious-innocence @xaviersbunny @deepspacenova @silverianni @paintedperidot @luvleixo @gardenialily @xinghuisknight @theerogueprincess

* indicates smut | divider credit to @/uzmacchiato !!

XAVIER

cut my bangs?

xavier misses napping with you

xavier just can't control himself around you

sleep > study

happy trail

glowstick

don’t say that

mornings

telling him you don’t want kids

you make it your mission to have him finish first *

into the sun

comfort

xavier likes things he can hold

drunk sex *

fresh air

thigh riding *

spring cleaning!

brunch

your neighbor has a sleeper build ?!

your xavior !! (smau)

CALEB

anything 4 u

touching his metal arm for the first time

caleb will always comfort you after a bad day <3

drunk!caleb hcs

domestic life w caleb <3

seeing his metal arm

caleb doesn’t care much for himself, but he loves you

ZAYNE

histology and coffee stains

don’t say that

RAFAYEL

home is where the fishie is

coming up roses (ft. caleb)

enemies to lovers

distractions

which could mean nothing

raf x shy!reader

SYLUS

sylus loves wine, so do you!

VALKO

valko dislikes claw machines

boyfriend hcs

headphones

MULTI CHARACTER

cortisol levels

soulmates

we’re watching what?

GOJO SATORU