Inevitable

Valko blinks, eyes widening in surprise before he's looking down at, what you affectionately call, his tits. His lips then curl into a playful smile as he replies:

"And all this time I thought I was an F cup." He reaches up to squeeze at his chest and you struggle to not gape at how the plush swells spill between the gaps of his fingers. "Maybe even a G?"

"And here you are, roaming around without a bra." You tease. "Breasting boobily and distracting the masses."

"It's not my fault I'm naturally endowed," he retorts, grinning. "And certain people can't keep their eyes to themselves." Then his grin slips into a smirk. "Pervert."

You gasp loudly, jaw dropping at the audacity.

"Pervert!? Me!?" You exclaim over Valko's loud cackling. "That's rich coming from the guy who raided my dirty laundry for my dirty underwear!"

Valko wipes away a tear, huffs for laugher still falling from his lips and simply shrugs.

"I'm a wolf. What's your excuse?"

"Being a wolf isn't a valid excuse in this scenario!"

"I needed to familiarise myself with your scent!"

"Oh woooow, okay. Your mother's definitely gonna hear about this one."

Also I know this is a fucking game but I take this shit seriously, I either choose one or kms

Valko's archive:

He was quieter than usual. Ears slightly drooped, tail hanging low instead of its usual happy swish. He tried to play it off with a small smile and a “hey sweetheart,” but you weren’t having it.

“Come here, baby.”

You open your arms and he practically melts into you. The big, strong man who usually carries you everywhere lets you guide him to the couch and pull him down so his head rests in your lap. He’s so tall his legs hang off the end, but he curls up as best he can, face buried against your stomach like he wants to disappear into you.

“Rough day?” you ask softly, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching behind his ears the way he loves.

He nods, a little huff leaving him. “Yeah… things aren’t going very well...”

Your heart aches. Your big wolf boyfriend looks so sad and small like this.

You lean down and pepper kisses all over his face: forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his ears. He lets out a soft, surprised little sound, tail starting to wag weakly against the couch. You keep going, murmuring sweet things between each kiss.

“My good boy… my strong, sweet baby… you did your best and I’m so proud of you.”

You play with his hair, massage his scalp, and when he turns to hide his face in your shirt you just hold him tighter. You order his favorite food, bring him the big blanket he likes, and let him stay curled up in your lap for as long as he wants.

At one point he mumbles, voice muffled, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”

You shush him gently and scratch under his chin until his tail wags properly. “Not today. Today you’re my baby and I’m spoiling you. Deal with it.”

Valko lets out a soft, contented rumble, eyes half closed as he nuzzles closer. His tail wraps around your waist the best it can and he finally relaxes, safe and loved in your arms.

You keep petting him, whispering how much you love him, how he’s your favorite person in the whole world, until that sad look in his eyes melts away completely.