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

A few months has already passed and it’s been a couple days since Sylus texted you. You were already bored out of your mind, fumbling through your room, moving your decor around for the hundredth time, checking your phone every three seconds, and most importantly… checking the door.

Every second you were just waiting for a specific sound, a specific knocking sound that would make you run immediately and—

knock! knock! knock!

Your eyes lit up, and you hurriedly run to your door, what a coincidence! Without wasting time you fling it open without checking who it could be because you swore you knew exactly who it was—

Oh.

Oh.

As you pushed open the door, you were met with nobody except flowers on the ground; your favorite flowers.

Of course Sylus was the one who gave it to you, but clearly he wasn’t physically there holding the bouquet like he used to. Sighing, you peer at the halls ahead of you once more before picking up the bouquet and walking in your empty room.

But just as you were turning around, fiddling with the petals of the flowers, a thud! from behind startled you. You flinch, holding in your breath, and just hoped your brain was correct for once. It couldn’t be Sylus, right? There’s no way…

Still hesitant, you couldn’t help yourself from wanting to know what the sound was. And as you turn around, it hits you. That scent you could still remember even if days, weeks, months, or years pass—

Your body jolts around quickly and you barely got a glimpse of Sylus’s face before running into his arms.

“Sylus!”

“Missed me, kitten?”

You barely answer, words couldn’t even utter out of your mouth and all you could do was sputter a laugh. Of course you missed him, you missed him so, so… bad.

Really bad.

-

“I was still calling you, no?”

“B-But- hngh- it wasn’t enough!” You whine, gripping onto the disheveled sheets beneath you with one hand, while the other grips onto his veined muscle. He was tense, and you could see and feel it clearly. His arm flexed with every thrust, the grip on your hips was tight; he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

“Mmh, right, not enough.” He agreed, though you could hear a slight mockery laced in his voice, which only caused you to roll your eyes in response.

As the rhythm of his hips started to wound you, practically making it impossible for you to focus, your eyes squeeze shut as you bite down on your bruised lips—caused by him devouring you when he stepped foot in your place—trying to hold back your pathetic noises. But it was getting impossible by the second. And unfortunately, Sylus noticed and chuckled, not giving a verbal response but rather a… physical one.

One deeep thrust slammed right into you, causing you to spit out a choked gasp. Your legs instinctively curl around his hips, clinging onto him tightly as he continues to stuff your pussy full.

“Don’t go quiet on me now, it’s been nearly t-three months and you- hah- you don’t want to speak to me anymore?”

When you don’t answer the first time, Sylus just blew an airy whistle in your face, watching your lashes flutter at the cool sensation. “Oh, I’m hurt, sweetie.”

You shake your head, denying his oh so wrong statement. You wanted to speak, you wanted to tell him everything but when he’s practically fucking you dumb, only because he hasn’t had a touch of you in forever, you could barely speak properly! “No! I-it’s not that- fuck-”

“-I missed you, Sylus!” You cry out, throwing your head back as your hips were starting to give up on you. “I m-missed you—”

He lets out an amused chuckle and thrusts deeper—harder. Before you realize it, the look in his eye started to look dangerously different compared to a few seconds ago. The color was prominently brighter, almost as if you stare longer it could—

“Again. Say it again.”

“I missed you so much!— Ngh- I was waiting for you for-forever- Please don’t- hck!”

Sylus only scoffed in response, “I…”

You clamp around him and it only makes him hiss before he continues, “…I missed you too, sweetie.” His hands, still wrapped around your hips, eventually travelled along your body, slowly gliding against your warm skin. His touch was burning, and one that could kill. You twitch the closer he gets to your chest.

When his fingers pause for a second, just stopping millimetres away from your tits, he lightly pinched at your skin and couldn’t help but smile at himself. “I missed you. Every. Single. Day.”

“Don’t leave me again.” You pout in feigned sorrow, grabbing onto his wrists and gently lifting his arm so you could hold onto his hand. The same warm one you always held onto, especially before he left.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you and Sylus just hums quietly before leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Never.”