You were gripping onto a shelf lined with all sorts of files and papers, completely bent over between the rows inside what looked like a storage room. Dimly lit by the fluorescents peeking in under the door, shadows of passing footsteps appeared every now and then. Your pants were pooled at your ankles, the wood in your hold creaking with every shift in movement. 

“Ko, please.”

He responded with a low whine from behind you.

He had been dry humping you for a while now, or at least in theory, because his dick was the furthest it could be from your achy cunt, sliding along your lower back instead. 

You wanted to take matters into your own hands, but he was making it real hard with the way he was kneading your ass, still red from his smacks earlier, sending the stimulation straight to where you needed him most. 

“F-fuck, I wanna– I wanna be inside you so bad.”

“Then go inside, you idiot.”

Of course, you could feel your patience wearing thin, your pussy was drooling so much it probably left a puddle at your feet.

“I-I’m trying baby.” he whimpered, burying his face in your hair. 

You felt his hand grip your hip tighter, guiding you up onto your tippy-toes while his other hand reached down to lower his dick toward your puffy entrance. 

When you felt his blunt tip pressing against you, your back arched on its own, a moan spilling from your lips as you chased sweet relief. 

...And then his dick popped back upward, resting flat against your ass again. 

“Fuck. me.” So close to feeling your sweet pussy just to have it taken away.

His hand shifted down to reach your clit, rubbing circles as he bent his own knees instead, but the angle just wasn't working. 

He let out a growl, utterly frustrated with how he was cockblocking himself.  

“You know what, puppy?” He straightened up, planting both hands firmly on your hips to steady you. “Sorry in advance.”

“Wha–”

Before you could ask what he meant, your feet left the floor completely. He hoisted your entire body by your hips up to where he needed you, and your hands scrambled wildly for support against the shelf. 

All your complaints dissolved in your throat as Valko drove his dick all the way inside you in one swift thrust, knocking the air clean out of your lungs. 

“There ya go. Good girl.”

And oh did he fuck you after that, like a man deprived of his needs for way too long.

Acting as if he weren't supporting your entire weight with his arms alone, he effortlessly positioned you to take every thrust. 

“Finally– shiiit just like that ngh– you’re gonna take this dick baby.” 

“Ko–”

You could do nothing but hold on for dear life and sob. Being fucked mid-air was too overwhelming, all control given up and your body completely at his mercy.

“Maybe next time we should get you a stool,” he snickered to himself, enamored by the way your back arched and tensed for him. 

Maybe you’ve been pushing your luck a little too far tonight. Valko had warned you several times that if he came over, he had a few work things he needed to get done. You agreed, because regardless at least he’d be present and you’d get his company. 

But… you didn’t realise how tempting the wolf would look simply typing away on a laptop that seemed remarkably small compared to his long fingers. “I’ve particularly enjoyed my time as chairman the most.” He mutters it half-heartedly, brows furrowing as he reads another line of text and back spaces on it. 

You find yourself swallowing a groan, of course he’d be so absorbed in his work that he’d interpret your question that way. “No, Val. S’not what I meant…” You suck on your bottom lip, debating if you should really push forward with your not so sweet agenda. 

“I meant…” you shift on the couch, pushing to your knees so you can bend down and press your lips to the side of his head. “...what sex position." Everything halts for a moment, and you have to hold your breath in order to not laugh when Valko’s knees slam into the underside of your coffee table.

He had claimed the floor would be a better space to work but now… “Have you lost your mind?” He’s whirling on you, staring up at where you perch yourself on the couch. 

It’s not out of anger, more or less it’s out of pure shock. He had been so locked in, nearly done, and there you go derailing his entire train of thought. “Maybe a little. I was just curious if the doggy liked it… doggy style…?” terrible, terrible joke… 

Valko stares at you, unblinking for a moment, before a rosy hue spreads up his cheeks. “You’re a devil.” Breathless, pupils slowly dilating as he stares at you. Finishing the project be damned, he’s higher up in power anyways. “Why don’t I show you my favorite?” 

he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.

he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“valko..?”

he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.

“…are you listening?” you try again.

he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.

“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.

but you lying in bed is always his favorite.

he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.

his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.

“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.

you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.

behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.

“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.

the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.

“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.

his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.

“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”

he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.

a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.

“what was that?” you ask.

“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”

you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.

“then i guess i don’t mind.”

his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.

"What do you think you're doing?" You've been ignoring him all day but it was hard forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page when a 6'2" wolf man is rolling around in your laundry, trying to get your attention.

Valko stops half roll, tangled in your pile of clothes, "Reading like you."

"You're lying on my clothes."

"I am not lying on your clothes," he says while very obviously lying on your clothes.

"Please go away, i don't want to start a fight." You don't have the energy to do this right now.

"I'm not trying to start one." His fluffy ears pricks up which successfully indicated you he isn't giving up. "This is just how scent marking works in our pack."

You want to drop him off at the abandoned pet shelter. "You're so immature."

His ears drop. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared away the dog.”

"You scared off Tara's dog in her own backyard.”

“I didn't do anything. I just stood there when I should've bitten him instead.” He says the last part under his breath.

"He was shaking, Val.”

"I got jealous, okay?" His tail droops and ears turn flat. "You were petting him."

"That's not a reason to scare a golden retriever half to death."

"It felt like a very good reason at the time.”

You give him your deadliest glare, the one that would normally scare off any normal person but he's Valko and he's not normal, so he takes it as an invitation instead and crawls on the bed, dropping his head into your lap. “Ugh. Fine, i will apologise to her and her dog.”

“Good boy.”

“Okay then pet this good boy.”

it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.

nothing is more important than his mate.

“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.

he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.

Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.

“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”

Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.

“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”

you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.

“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”

so you do.

you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.

he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.

Alpha!Valko x Reader

Synopsis: Valko takes his jealousy out on you

Warnings: +18(mdni) omegaverse, alpha!valko, jealous!Valko, marking/scenting/knotting, pnv, brief mention of anal, mention of blood, licking wound, nicknames (pup, puppy, good girl), naked female/clothed male trope, lemme know if I missed anything

We all know Valko is an eater but y'all don't understand the extent to which he is obsessed with eating you out.

18+ drabble. Mdni.

Like he does it so often you start to think it's a hobby of his. And it's not pretty either. The innocent, playful, reserved puppy of a man is completely cast aside as soon as his sensitive nose gets a single whiff of your intoxicating scent between your thighs. See other guys would be so half hearted about it -- teasing your clit with their tongue just enough to get you wet enough to pleasure them. Oh but Valko was an entirely different story. This man was sloppy with it. Almost purposefully so, considering how fast his tail is wagging the entire time. His nose would be buried deep in your folds, the bumped bridge nudging against your over-sensitive clit as he mouthed you like you were his last meal. His eyes would close as he savored the very essence of your pleasure, groaning into your heat as your scent and taste grew even stronger. He didn't bother to stop his saliva from pooling against your already sopping cunt. He honestly produced so much if it from your taste that even trying to stop it would be pointless. And on top of that - he was whiny. Desperate. As if he needed more when he's already taking everything you have. He ignored your squirming and pleading, his huge hands only pinning your thighs open wider any time you even thought about closing them. He had no intention of stopping. Even when you would push at his head with as much strength as you could muster (which was very little after the at least 10 orgasms you'd had). He'd simply growl low in his chest against your overstimulated flesh at your weak attempts, the vibrations only adding to your almost painful pleasure. He was like a dog with a bone. Valko was a beast when it came to eating you out. Then again, he had no plans of doing anything with you after he was done devouring your cunt like the carnivore he was-- he opted for cuddling and aftercare, a complete opposite of the absolutely primal man you just had between your legs. Tasting you had been more than enough for him, and undoubtedly much more than enough for you as well.

Whew okay I had to get that out of my system